Comfort

He walked slowly down the hall, stopping every five steps at a door to feel the raised numbers. Finally he found 212 and paused, listening closely. He heard no footsteps in the hall. He slipped the key card into the lock and pushed the door open. He heard running water in the bathroom and shut the door. Pulling the aluminum cane from his jacket pocket, he extended it and moved around the room silently, one hand running over the furniture, while the cane did the work of finding the chair legs and things that could trip him up. His hand found her bag on the bed and he pulled it over, pocketing his cane. Unzipping her suitcase, he went through it silently. He found her syringe wallet.

He heard the water shut off and he moved towards the bathroom. He heard her sink into the water, crying softly. Silently, he took of his shoes and socks, leaving them by the door. He also pulled off his jacket and shoulder holster, leaving them just inside the bathroom door, pulling off his t-shirt, dropping it over top of the holster. He moved through the room silently, fingers along one wall. He found a towel rack as his feet came in contact with the dais steps of the tub. He pulled a wash cloth off the rack as he sit down on the steps.

Cerise wiped her cheeks off as she leaned back. But a wet washcloth touched her shoulders and she started, turning. “Shh..” Sands cooed, reaching out with his other hand and drawing her backwards. “How did you get in here?” She asked, but let him pull her back. “You were registered under Cerise Sands...” He answered, running the wet wash cloth over her shoulder. She blushed. “I...couldn’t resist.” She whispered, leaning against the back of the tub.

The tub was large and deep, and was also a hot tub. It could fit at least four and at this end had a small seat. “It fits you.” Sands said softly, running the wash cloth over her back. “Does it?” She whispered. Sands leaned forward, kissing the top of her head. “Yes it does, baby.” She sighed deeply, feeling his fingers brush over her shoulders. She should have never ran out of the bar. It was fool mistake on her part, because the moment she got into the bathroom in her room, the mirror revealed the collection of bruises she’d received from Rick and now more then ever she wanted to forget.

Sands sighed and moved to get up. But her hand on his arm stopped him. “Don’t...” She whispered softly. Sands cocked his head to the side slightly. “I didn’t think you wanted me to be around right now.” He answered.

“Sheldon, please..” She whimpered.

“What?” He asked, trying to keep the desperation out of his own voice. God he wanted to touch her! He wanted to take the pain away.

“I just need...” She started. “I need you to make me forget..” She breathed.
Sands was silent a moment, “Are you sure you want this, sweets?”

“Yes..” She whispered.

Sands stood with out a word and shed his jeans and boxers, slipping into the tub with her. She leaned back against him as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her shoulders from behind. He was going to have to be very gentle with her. Not that he never was. He’d learned along time ago, never to be anything but, in the bed room. Kissing the back of her neck, above her scar, he ran his hand caressingly down one arm, until his fingers found her wrists, but he frowned. The skin on her wrist was raw and torn. “He bound your wrists?!” Sands hissed. “Yes..” She breathed. Sands swallowed back his anger. He of all people knew you couldn’t tie Cerise up. He’d seen her bound, she was nothing but a scared little girl when she was tied up.

He sighed, frustrated, holding her close. “I’m sorry baby girl. I’m sorry this happened..” She pulled out of his arms and turned, kneeling infront of him. Sands frowned and took her around the waist, pulling her on to his lap. “Don’t ever kneel infront of me, Cherry.” “Why?” She asked timidly. He kissed her neck and ear. “Because you’re better then that.” He kissed her other ear. “Because I don’t deserve you to.” His fingers massaged her back lightly, running up and down her spin. She leaned against him, eyes closed. He ran his fingers through her long hair.

Running his fingers down her back, he slipped his hand into the water and around between her legs. She whimpered. “Shh.. I wont hurt you, Cerise. God knows I could never hurt you.” He slipped his fingers between her thights and began rubbing her clit. She squirmed, moaning. He leaned foward and kissed her shoulder, working his way up her neck, then he kissed her passionately again on the lips, his tongue diving deep. She moaned against his kiss and his kissed her more.

She cried out, when the climax hit her and Sands leaned back, letting her fall on top of him, catching her breath. He held her close, running his fingers through her hair. Then he took her by the waist, and gently slid her down. She whimpered again. “It’s all right darlin’.” He whispered gently. The tip of him, pressed into her and he lifted her slightly, sliding her on to him slowly, letting her body adjust to him. He kissed herface, her closed eyes.

Finally he let go of her hips, as she settled over him moving his hands up wards, running them gently over her breasts. She shivered, but he caressed and gently fondled her breasts as he slid a little lower in the tub, rasing his hips, allowing him to sink deeper into her Then he started the rhythm, slow and gently. She moaned, her hands on his chest. He pushed the rhythm faster, and it didn't take long for her to find her own.

The climax hit them both, she fell against him again, gasping as she plused around him. He held her close, in a tight embrace, putting himself between her and the rest of the world. She lay against him, eyes still closed and breathing hard. “I love you, Cerise.” Sands whispered in her ear. For the first time in a long time, he needed her to believe him. “I love you so very much!” He didn’t mask the desperation behind his voice. “I...I just want to be with you.” He breathed. “For the rest of my life. I wanna take all your pain away, to protect you.” He heard her sniffle and tightened his embrace around her. “I wanna be there for you, and for Lily, and for any other children we have.” She raised back, looking down at him.

Sands ran his thumbs over her cheeks, wiping the tears away. “Any other children we have?” She muttered. He gave her his charming smile. “Well, the way I figure it. If I already have a daughter, I might as well have a son.” She couldn’t help but laugh softly. “But then that leaves me with a slight problem...” She said softly. “Oh, what’s that?” “Remember, Shelly, I’m British. And very old fashion.” She said softly. “Yes, I know, ring on your finger.” Sands said with a sigh.

Cerise looked at him. She began running her fingers over his tattoos. First the one on his right arm, then the fleur de lis on his right bi cep. She knew that tattoo well, the entire team had the same design. They got it in Paris. Her own was on her hip. She moved her hand up, running her fingers over the skull and cross swords on the back of his right shoulder. She leaned forward and kissed his neck, looking at the rest of his tattoos. She found a few she’d never seen before. On his left bi cep, was a light colored heart, in a slight tribal design, a single red rose in the center of the heart. The heart was held by thorny vine with a large thorn pricking his skin and a single trickle of blood running down the steam. “This is new...” She said softly, kissing the tattoo.

Sands ran his fingers up her back. “My rose? Yeah... I got it...two years ago...on your birthday.” She ran her fingers over the inside of his arm and turned it gently. She ran her fingers over the small bluebird on the crook of his elbow. “And this one?” “When I got it, at the time, it was for the fact that I would have been a father... Now that I know I am... I’ll have to update it.” He smiled sheepishly. “And these?” She touched the quater size cherries on a steam on his forarm on the other arm. He grinned widely. “Luck. And my Cherry.” He pulled her to him, kissing her. She kissed him back, smilingly a bit. He had two other tattoos on his back, and at least one on his shin that she knew of. And a whole collection of scars. Her fleur de lis was the only one she had. He’d had to hold her hand, while Sammy kept her pinned to the chair as the artist did it.

He stood after a few minutes, grabbing the towels from the towel rack. He wrapped one around her. “I’ve got to run some errands. I want you to stay here.” He told her, grabbing his cloths. She tucked the towel and looked at him. “Going to tell me what errands you’re running?” “All in due time.” Sands replied, as he got dressed. “You see, now I could use the argument, that you’re leaving me in the dark.” She leaned against the counter. “But I’m not leaving you in the dark, I’m just not telling you YET.” Sands answered. “How does that logic work?” Cerise cocked her head to the side, but Sands just grinned at her. “You’ll see.” He stole a kick kiss and was heading for the door of her room, stashing the key card he’d gotten at the front desk in his pocket. “Stay here, and get some rest.” He said seriously at the door. She watched him leave.