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Alhaitham awakens barely knowing his own name, let alone where he is. The room is bright white with an almost sterile feel to it.
When the door to the room he's lain in opens, he glances over to see the most beautiful woman he's ever laid his eyes upon, he's sure of it. Despite his lack of memory.
Her hair is blond, braided and tied back messily out of her face with scarlet pins that matches her gorgeous pinkish carmine eyes. She wears gorgeous red lipstick that matches perfectly to her carmine eyes. Her heels click seductively on the tile floor as she walks up to him. Her beautiful dainty hands are placed upon her curvaceous hips, red nails standing out beautifully on her tight pencil skirt. Her legs look so tantalizingly long with her white open-toed heels.
When she leans down to look in his eyes with worry, he has to fight to keep his eyes on hers as her cleavage hangs dangerously low.
"Haitham? Are you alright?"
Oh, archons , even her voice is beautiful.
He can feel his face burning red against his tanned skin.
"Ah, well, uh-" he stutters, swallowing the lump in his throat and clearing it.
"Sorry, I just- uh-" he trails off as the worried furrow in her brow deepens further.
She reaches a delicate hand up to lay upon his forehead. "Haitham, you're burning up! Do I need to call a doctor?"
When she stands to call out in a panic, he scrambles to take her hand in his own, heart nearly jumping out of his chest at the sparks that fly at the contact. "No! I'm okay I'm just-!"
He blinks at her startled flinch. "Sorry, sorry! It's just..you're really pretty, miss.."
She blinks at him. Are her lashes natural? Goodness, they're so long..
When she bursts into laughter, he feels his face heat up even more. He slumps in the cot, crossing his arms indignantly across his chest with a childish pout.
Her hand feels burning on his bicep when she leans over to reassuringly giggle at him that she's not laughing at him , just the situation.
"Oh, you're just too cute, Haitham," she giggles, lavishing flirtatious caresses upon his arm that leaves butterflies in his stomach.
He shudders at the contact, finally mustering the courage to grasp at her forearm gently, marveling at the difference in size comparing his hand to hers.
"Could I have a kiss? Please?"
The question leaves him before he could swallow it and he blinks at the flush across her cheeks that matches her eyes.
"Oh, I don't know…" she trails out, leaning away from him playfully. "I'm not sure how my husband would feel about that.."
It's then that his eyes zero in on the beautiful ring on her left hand ring finger as she brings the aforementioned hand up to chew seductively on her index fingernail.
He glares at it. It's unnaturally beautiful with an obnoxiously large greenish-blue crystal inlaid upon the centerpiece, but it looks gorgeous on her.
"Oh.." he knows his disappointment is pungent and obvious, but he can't help it. He wants her all to himself.
"Would you mind having an affair with me?" he asks unabashedly, eyes wide with hope.
He knows he catches her off guard by how she blinks at him, mouth dropped open with shock.
Her eyes are beautifully squinted as she throws her head back to laugh. He wants to hear the sound of her laughter forever.
"So forward of you!" she giggles airily, letting her hand with the ring on it lay upon his chest. He's sure she can feel the rapid beating of his heart through his shabby hospital gown. "An affair?"
He nods, his gray hair flying into his eye. "Yes! I promise I'll take good care of you! I'll treat you better than him, I swear.."
He trails off as the beautiful woman traces her fingers up past his collarbone, teasing along the dip of his neck muscles, to rest upon his sharp jawline.
Her smirk as she feels his pulse fluttering under her fingertips is sexy .
"Hmmmm, anything else to offer? My husband is rich and sexy..I can't give that up for just anyone , y'know.."
There's a childish urge of competitiveness that rears up inside him. He sets his jaw. "I bet I'm richer."
Her giggle feels condescending. He feels a fire light up in his stomach as her nails leave goosebumps along his jawline. "Sexier, too."
His voice is shaky as he speaks, "You think so?"
She nods.
"Kiss me then."
He means for his demand to come out assertive, but instead it comes out whiny.
Her grin is enticing .
"Just a kiss?"
His nod is slow as the woman slowly leans forward, her cleavage hanging under her tight white button-down. He can see that her bra is also red. And lace-y.
He puckers his lips petulantly as she teases her lips over his, just a hair's breadth away. When he leans forward to close the distance, she leans back with a sexy grin.
At his scowl, she only laughs and finally leans forward to kiss him.
Her lips are just as soft as he imagined, pillowy against his own dry and cracked lips. When he slowly pushes his tongue against the seam of her lips, she allows it and sucks his tongue greedily into her mouth with a heady moan.
His hands don't seem to know where to go, hovering awkwardly just over her shoulders while her own arms come over his own broad shoulders and her hands tangle into his gray-green hair. She leans her whole weight against him, taking his mind completely off the cast on his right leg.
Gods, the feeling of her breasts squished against his chest is addicting . He splays one large hand over the small of her back, fingers dipping teasingly under the shallow cutout of her shirt. He could feel the clasp of her bra peeking out. He was tempted to unclip it just to feel the skin of her breasts in his palms.
He's about to go further but she pulls back, gasping for breath and lipstick smeared over her mouth so fucking beautifully . Her carmine eyes look crazed as she drags her gaze across his face.
Her grin looks damn near possessive as she uses her thumb to spread the lipstick on his face even more.
"Was that enough to satiate you, poor Haitham?" she coos, moving to pinch condescendingly at his cheek.
His only answer to her is a whine low in his throat as he throws his forearm over his eyes. Her laugh is twinkling in his ears.
She leans over to put a placating hand in his hair, ruffling it up just a bit with enough fondness that Alhaitham feels his heart burn. "Go back to sleep, Haitham, your meds are still affecting you."
Her words work like a command, and he finds himself feeling fuzzy as he drifts off to sleep to the sound of her clicking heels and the door to the hospital room opening and closing.
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When he wakes again, his mouth feels full of cotton and his eyes are crusted with sleep. With a groan, he turns to see his wife looking up from her laptop, which she seems to have brought with her.
Kaveh brightens, setting her laptop to the side, she rushes to sit beside him on his cot.
“My Haitham,” she whispers. “Do you feel better?”
He grunts, shifting to sit further up on the cot and take his wife’s hand in his. “My leg hurts.”
Her smile is too soft for what he just said and he ducks his head between his shoulders to hide his blush. He feels her fingers brush through his hair. Her feather hair clip that she always clips just behind her own ear is clipped half-heartedly to his own gray hair.
When he turns back to look at her, he’s almost blinded by her grin. “You’re back!”
“What do you mean I’m back?”
She giggles behind one of her manicured hands. “You couldn’t remember who I was when you woke up a few hours ago.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not,” she laughs.
“You are. I would never forget you.”
He relishes in her faint blush before she tells him, “You did! When I told you I was married, you asked me to have an affair on my husband with you!”
His hands came up to smother his face and he turned on his side facing away from his laughing wife. “Leave me here to die.”
“Oh, you dramatic man,” she laughed with a playful smack to his shoulder. She stood and offered to help him up. “Come, the doctor said you are free to come home after you woke up. Let’s go home, Haitham.”
As she helps him gather their belongings and have him hobble out of the room and into the hallway, she snickers to him quietly, “You still have lipstick on your face.”
“I have what?!”