Absentee

Title: Absentee

Rating: NC-17

Summary: What happens to when you wake up one morning blindfolded and tied up to your bed? This was a PWP but I liked the beginning so I’m making it have an incy-wincy plot and making it a bit longer, also.

A/N This is my AU where Sands is working for the CIA still in Mexico, Just before the events of OUATIM. Ajedrez doesn’t exist. This is my AU so what I say goes, K? Lol.

You slowly drift into consciousness and open your eyes. Well, you try to. They’ve been covered with a blindfold. You move your arms to pull the blindfold off but can’t. Your wrists are held above your head with something that feels like metal. Handcuffs. You shift and pull at them sharply but only succeed in making them dig into the soft flesh of your wrists and you hiss. You start to panic, feeling your heartbeat raise and breathing increase. Waking up tied and blindfolded isn’t one of the best places to be. Plus, you’re naked. Well you think you are, you can feel the air and silk sheets brush against your skin as you shift.

You hear footsteps on the wooden floor walking towards you, slowly, deliberately and your whole body tenses. “H-hello?” you say, “Sheldon?” you ask.
“Yeah.” You visibly relax as his deep voice caresses your ears. He must have let himself in last night. “What are you doing back so early? Why am tied to the-”
“Shhhhhh. I have a surprise for you.” he whispers. You frown, confused, under the blindfold, “Okay...”

You jump and squeal as he grasps your foot suddenly. Then you giggle as he sucks on your big toe. “Sheldon!” He uses his fingers to massage the balls of your feet, then your ankles. He kisses your ankles then slowly kisses, licks and nibbles up to your knee, taking more time with the back of your knee because he knows that that is where you are ticklish most. He kisses slowly up to the tops of your thigh, stopping just before he reaches the place you want him most, then repeats all the licking, sucking and nibbling to the other leg.

By the time he reaches your other knee, you are squirming on the bed. It’s agony not being able to touch him and you try to keep from begging him, “Please...” but he ignores you and carries on with this exquisite form of torture.

When he reaches the top of your other leg, he runs his hands up and down the sides of your body and continues his ministrations.

So close but not quite.

He’s so close, your curls are brushing the side of his face but he pays you no mind. Suddenly he stops, deciding that he’s quite finished with the lower half of your body. You whine in frustration, not caring if you sound like a five year old and Sands chuckles, straddling your waist.

He’s not naked. You can feel his jeans rubbing the tops of your legs but as he leans over to kiss your neck, his bare chest brushes your own and you arch up, desperate for more contact. This time Sands doesn’t stop you. He allows you this small pleasure as he sucks at your neck, leaving a violent looking purple love bite in his lips’ wake. He nibbles your jaw line slowly, then presses his lips against yours. You react immediately, your tongue entering his mouth, entwining with his in an erotic dance. You pull away and again, you beg.
“Please, Sheldon. I want to feel you. I need to touch you, Baby.”
“Later.” he murmured, climbing off of you. You listen as he unzips his flies, the sound startlingly loud in the room. You hear them drop to the floor and you feel the bed dip as Sands crawls up your body. He runs his hands from your ankles to your thighs, lifting them and hooking the over his shoulders. You moan as you know what is coming.

You arch your hips, eagerly anticipating the feel of his mouth on you but instead you scream loudly in pleasure and surprise as he thrusts himself into your heat. He grunts as he sheaths himself fully into you and you arch into him, silently begging for more.

He starts to thrust quickly and deeply into you and keening sounds and grunts escape both his and your lips as the tight coils of pleasure in your bodies grow fiercer.

Sands’ fingers move between your bodies and find the source of your pleasure and massages it, making you once again scream as white hot pleasure courses through your body as you reach your pinnacle. Sands thrusts a few more times before grunting loudly in release and collapsing on top of you.

After you both regain use of your limbs, Sands undoes the handcuffs holding your hands and you immediately yank off the blindfold and wrap your aching arms around him, drawing him closer. You look deep into his brown chocolaty eyes, brushing a strand of sweat soaked hair from his face and whisper, “Love you, Shelly” he doesn’t react to the nickname, only replies, “Love you too, Babe.”

***

“Sheldon, I thought you said that you’d retire.”
“A real Agent never retires Babe, he just takes it a little easier.” You feel your eyes start to sting and hope they're not watering, “I don’t want to come back here one day and find you dead. I love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do if you...”
Sands sits back on the bed and kisses your forehead, “I’ll never leave you. You know that. And as for retiring...well, this is my life, Sweetie, it’s what I do. It’s what I always have done and always will do. That’s just the way it works.”

You sigh, “When will you be back from this assignment?”
“I’m not sure, but I’m going to call you when I get there. I promise.” Sands presses his full lips against yours and you moan into the kiss. Just as you’re getting into it, though, he pulls back, breathing heavily, “I love you.” He gets up and grabs his bag from the floor before walking out of the door.

You lean back against the bed, letting the covers pool in your lap. You miss him so much but he refuses to ‘retire’. You love him to pieces but you’re always worried that one day he won’t come back. The stress of not knowing had really been getting to you these past few months.

***

The mini grandfather clock on the dining table chimes seven O’clock and you sigh. Sands hasn’t called yet. He promised. You wander aimlessly around the flat, occasionally putting books back on the shelf.

You jump as the phone rings and rush to pick it up. “Sheldon?”
“Hey Babe. You okay?”
“I am now.”
“What is it? Is something wrong?”
“No! No, I’m just missing you already.”
“What are you wearing?” He asks, his voice huskier.
“Sheldon, what are you...?”
“Imagine I’m there with you.” You smile and walk into the bedroom, laying down on the bed. “I’m wearing you’re old CIA T-shirt and your smiley boxers.”
“You’ve been wearing my clothes all day?”
“I’ve been inside cleaning all day and they smell like you. You smell good. I couldn’t help myself.” You say cheekily.
Sands chuckles, “Well you go ahead and take off that T-shirt”
“All done.”
“Are you wearing a bra?”
“The red one.”
“My favourite. Take it off.”
“Sheldon, where are you?”
“In my hotel room, why?”
“Are you wearing what you wore this morning?”
“U-huh...”
“Take off your shirt.” Sands chuckled, “Yes Mistress. Is your bra off?”
“U-huh...your shirt?”
“Yeah. Put your hands on your tits for me, Babe. Give them a good squeeze for me.” You do as instructed and moan.
“Sheldon? Take off your pants and shoes.”
You smile to yourself as you hear him struggling. You reach over to the nightstand and press ‘speakerphone’ on the phone set, then put the hand-held down and lay back on the bed, your hands on your breasts again.
“Slide my boxers down your legs, Babe.” You do just that, when they reach your feet, you kick them off and giggle as they land on the door handle. “What’s so funny?”
“They landed over the door handle.” He chuckled. “Sheldon, are you hard for me?”
“I’m always hard for you, Sweetness.”
“Oh God. I’m so wet, Sheldon.”
“Rub yourself for me, Babe. Use your fingers and imagine I’m there. Slide a couple of fingers into your tight cunt for me.” You grunt lightly as your fingers enter your sopping heat.
“Stroke your cock, Sheldon. Lick your fingers and stroke. Imagine its my mouth on you as I suck and lick.” You lick your lips, your fingers pumping in and out of you as you feel the dull ache in your stomach turn into a small tingle. Grunts and moans and ‘Oh Gods’ are heard from both ends of the phone.
“Oh God, Babe. I can’t wait to be back in your hot cunt, between your thighs.” You are panting as you answer, “I want nothing more than you deep inside of me Sheldon. My fingers aren’t enough. I need you.” You move your fingers faster, furiously, the previously small tingle rapidly getting bigger.
“Are you almost there, Babe?”
“Almost. Squeeze your cock, Sheldon. Cum for me.” You hear his grunts and groans sound closer together and you throw your head back against the pillow, feeling the orgasm almost on top of you.
“I’m almost there, Babe.”
“So close...Unghhhhh!” You grunt as you explode over your fingers, your cunt clenching them tightly as you ride out the orgasm.
You vaguely hear Sands shout your name as he finds his release.
After a few minutes, “You still alive, Babe?” he teases.
“Mmmm...” You manage and he chuckles, “You liked that then?”
“That was so...wow. But I’d rather have you.”
“I’d rather be there with you too. But I promise I’m going to come back home with all my parts attached and better looking than when I left.” You laugh and roll your eyes, “Sometimes I think your ego might be bigger than your-”
“-Ah ah ah. Don’t you go insulting me, Babe. I might have to tie you up again when I get back.”
“Who says I wouldn’t let you? Sorry, Shel, I didn’t mean to insult your pride and joy,” you mock, then chuckle.
“I forgive you. So, I was talking to The Boss earlier and he doesn’t think this assignment should take any more than ten days to complete. So that means, I can be back next Friday.”
“That’s too long...”
“I know, Babe, I know.”

***

You spent the days waiting for Sands to come home at work and you spent the weekend and evenings decorating the lounge, painting it a warm yellow colour. You were trying to get it finished before Sands came home so he would be surprised. You wanted to decorate the bathroom but then you would need to hire in a builder to change the bath and sink and you were still saving up for that.

It was gone 1 O’clock so you climbed down the ladder, put the lid on the paint tin and flicked the switch on the kettle. You slumped down in your overstuffed armchair and close your eyes briefly, relaxing while waiting for the water to boil. You are enjoying the quiet when the phone rings and you yelp in surprise.

You rush to pick it up, knowing the only people who have the number are Sands, the CIA and your best friend, Marley.

“Hello?”
“Is this Mrs. Sands?”
Damn it, why do people always assume just ‘cause we live together, we‘re married?, “This is she...”
“This is Agent Taylor from the CIA. We have your husband,” you roll your eyes, “here at the LA Branch. We had to go in and bring Sands out of his assignment early due to some complications.”
“Complications? W-what kind of complications? Is he okay? Is he there? I want to-”
“Mam, I think it would be best if you come down to the Branch and we can discuss this further. Do you know where it is?”
“Yes. Is Sheldon okay? Is he-”
“-I’ll meet you in the reception, Mam.” He hung up.

Oh God. Oh shit, something’s happened to him, I know it has. Damn you, Sheldon. You grab your coat and your car keys, not caring that you’re wearing Sands’ CIA
T-shirt, or that you have yellow paint all over you. You slam the front door to your apartment shut and not for the first time, thank the powers that you are only on the first floor as you practically run down the stairs to your car.

***

You jog into the reception and immediately see a suited man waiting by the desk. You go over, “Are you Mr. Taylor?”
“Yes. Mrs Sands, I presume?” You sigh and inwardly roll your eyes but nod politely. Mr Taylor raises a greying eyebrow at your attire.
“Where is Sheldon? Is he okay?”
“Come with me, Mam.” You follow Mr Taylor into an elevator and raise an eyebrow to yourself when you see there is a choice of twenty two floors to choose from, even though it could only have ten at the most, judging by the height from outside.
Mr Taylor presses button four and you can feel the elevator start to go down. There is a ding sound and the doors slide open. You step out into what looks like a hospital.
“This way, Mam.” Taylor walks in front of you, leading you through a large ward, with empty beds either side of you. Taylor stops outside a private room and opens the door for you. You look in and frown when you see there’s no one inside. You see Taylor is frowning too and open your mouth to ask what is going on, when you hear his voice.

“Damn it, let me call my girlfriend, Fuckmook!” You feel a grin spread across your face, he’s okay, and turn in the direction of the voice. You see a desk to your right and a very flustered looking nurse is standing behind it, speaking to a man on the other side, with bandages wrapped around his head and a crutch under his arm. You frown. “Where’s Sheldon?” you ask Taylor. He points at the man with the crutch.

Your eyes widen and your mouth slowly opens and closes. You leave Taylor where he’s standing and run up to what you hope is Sands. “Sheldon?” you say hesitantly. He spins around quickly.

Too fast.

He wobbles, reaching out to grip the desk to keep his balance but misses. Your eyes widen again and you rush forward, grabbing hold of him before he can fall over.
“Sheldon? Are you okay?”
“Babe?”
“Yeah it’s me.”
Sands moves his hands from where they are on your arms, to your face. Then he leans in to you. You do the same, meeting his lips passionately. You break away and look at him, concerned, studying the bandages wrapped around his eyes. “Why is your face bandaged?” The nurse comes around the desk to see if Sands is okay after he almost fell, but he shrugs her off, holding onto you for support.
“Taylor? Is that you?”
“Yeah, Sands.”
“Can you say which direction my room is?”
“I know where it is. I’ll take him.” You say and slowly walk back to the room, Sands holding onto you for support. You are worried to say the least. You help Sands to the bed and sit next to him on it.
“Babe, I’m sorry. I...I should have known...I...”
“What is it?” You whisper, taking his hand in ours. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so vulnerable.
“They...my eyes...they drilled out my eyes...” You gasp and tears immediately roll down your cheeks.
“W-Wha...will you be able to see again? Is it permanent?”
“The doctors say they might have been able to repair my eyes if there was anything left of them but... The bastards ripped out my eyes.” Sands’ voice cracked and he took some deep breaths to calm himself.
“Oh God...” you take his face in your hands and kiss him softly, “I love you.” you whisper against his lips.
“Love you too.” He says back.
“When can you come home?”
“The doctors say that they need to keep me a few days for observation but then I can go home. Looks like you’ll get to dress up as a nurse, huh? That sounds like fun. Although I‘ll be disappointed that I can‘t see it.”
You laugh, “You seem perfectly normal, now.” Sands was quiet for a moment, “I’ll never get to look at you again.” What am I going to do with my life? he thought.
“You know what I look like.”
“I’m afraid I’ll forget.”
“I won’t let you.” You say, assuring him.

***

You got Sands home and let him wander around the apartment, feeling where everything is. You heard him curse loudly when he banged his leg on the corner of the coffee table and couldn’t help your lips flick up gently at the corner of your mouth. You were only just beginning to realise the impact that Sands’ blindness would have on both of your lives. It had only just begun to sink in. He wouldn’t be able to read or drive ever again. Or watch TV or tell the time. He wouldn’t be able to pay for anything using notes because he wouldn't be able to tell them apart.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself before fishing some pills out of the carrier bag the doctor had given you. In it were enough ointments and clean bandages for two weeks.
You read the labels and tip out one long brown pill and two red round ones that look like Smarties. You run a glass of water and find Sands in the living room, standing still in the middle of the room. You wonder what expression his eyes would show but can’t see for all the bandages.
“What’s that smell?” He asks curiously. He must have heard you come in the room. You sniff and frown before realising that he can smell the freshly painted walls.
“Oh, I painted the lounge while you were in Mexico. I wanted it to be a surprise for when you saw...”
“What colour?”
“Warm yellow. I have your pills.” You walk up to him slowly, making noise as you move so he knows where you are and take his hand in yours, placing the pills in his hand. “The long one is a vitamin and the two round ones are painkillers and might make you drowsy. The doctor gave us enough for two weeks then we have to go back and get your eyes looked at and get some different pills. Are you okay, Babe?”
“Yeah. I just-I’m getting a bit dizzy.” Sands used his empty hand to grope behind him for a chair and slumped down on it heavily. You put the glass of water in his other hand and watch as he swallows the pills and drinks the water. When he’s finished, he puts the empty glass on the floor and reaches out for you.

You move to him, taking his hand and standing between his legs. He purses his lips before speaking, “This doesn’t change anything between us, does it?” He asked.
“What? No! Of course not! I mean, it’s going to be hard and we’re going to have to make some changes but, we’re going to be okay Sheldon. We’re gonna be okay.”
“Good.” He was quiet for a moment before a grin appeared on his face, “So, about that nurses outfit...?” You chuckle, “You have to rest before we...you know.”
“You can say it, you know. Fuck, shag, make wild monkey love on the table...I can’t believe your still shy about saying it after we’ve been together for all this time, yet you can have phone sex.”
You smile, “Now that we have to try. On the table, I mean. But another time, because it’s almost ten o’clock and I’m strangely, very tired.”
Sands sighs dramatically and you keep hold of his hand as you both make your way to the bedroom, locking the door and turning lights off as you go.

***

The cat stopped talking abruptly and jumped off the wall, fading into darkness.

You smile in your sleep as you feel cool fingers drawing patterns on the inside of your thigh. You look down to see Sands smiling at you, his brown eyes dancing as he moves his fingers closer to your core. Slowly, torturously, he slips a finger inside and pumps it twice before adding another finger. You arch into his hand, wanting him deeper inside of you...
“Babe, wake up.” He whispers. You frown and look at him but he’s fading. Everything is fading to black. “Sugarbutt, wake up, Babe.”

You open your eyes and gasp as you realise that there are fingers thrusting in and out of you. “You awake, Babe?” You moan. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then...”
You turn to look into Sands’ eyes but are greeted with the bandages and are suddenly more awake. You reach down and hold his hand still between your legs.
“Sheldon, what are you doing? You should be resting.”
“Couldn’t sleep. You were making moaning noises in your sleep and I didn’t like the fact that I wasn’t the one causing that.”
“I was dreaming about a cat.”
“And call me perverted?”
“No, you Mook. It was just sitting on a wall, talking to me.”
“Well, I still like it better when I’m the one making you moan.” He curls his fingers inside you and you gasp as he hits that sweet spot inside of you. He brings you to a fast and satisfying release.

“What about you?” You ask, just noticing the tented sheet above his lap. He waves his hand in a dismissive gesture, “Don’t worry about me, Babe. Go back to sleep.”
“But...”
“Go on. You said you were tired.” You roll your eyes and move down between his legs, pulling the sheet off of him.
“Babe, what are you-” His question was cut off and he groaned loudly as you took all of him in your mouth.

***

You wake up with a smile on your face and cuddle further into the arms wrapped around your waist. You can’t tell whether Sands is awake or not. “Sheldon?” No answer. “Shelly?” He groans and tightens his arms around you. “Shelly, it’s time to wake up. I’ve got to change your bandages before I go to work.”
“You’re going to work?”
“Yeah.”
“I thought you were going to dress up for me? Nurses outfit remember?” You chuckle, “Another day, Sheldon. I promise.” and slide from his warm embrace, slipping on your nightdress to go and get the bag the doctor gave you.

You return to the bedroom to find Sands sitting up, naked leaning against the headboard, the covers tangled around his feet. You make a noise shutting the door and setting down the bag so he knows where you are. “You feel okay this morning?” You ask.
“Like I did mushrooms and got eaten by a bear after the truck ran me over.” he comments. You’re glad that losing his eyes hasn’t changed his personality.
“I'll interpret that as ‘I’ve felt better’” You can almost imagine him rolling his eyes at that comment.
“No shit.” You ignore the remark and set about unwrapping the bandages on his thighs, covering the bullet wounds. You check that they haven't gotten infected, then gently apply the ointment from the bag and wrap them back up with clean bandages.
Carefully, you straddle him and reach to undo the safety pin holding the bandages wrapped around his eyes. You gasp as Sands suddenly holds your hands still.
“Promise you won’t run away screaming?” He asked.
“I promise.” You whisper. He lets go of your hands and you slowly unwrap it. You wince as you pull off the soft pads over his eyes and try not to cry at what you see. You hold your breath for a moment, holding in a sob.

His eyes and the surrounding area were deep purple and yellow with bruises. Dried blood stuck to his eyelashes and his eyelids looked like they were glued shut with the blood.
“The doctor said they put something where my eyes should be so my eyelids won’t sink in.” he paused, “How does it look?” He cups your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “You’re crying?” He asks concerned, feeling a wetness on your cheek. Damn it “It looks bad, Sheldon.”
“It will do for a while. Looks like we’ll have to go shopping for sunglasses soon, eh? Get some Ray Bans to cover my eyes...”
“Yeah.” You reply sadly and gently go about washing away the dried on blood with warm water and cotton wool.
After bandaging his eyes again, you hand him his pills and a glass of water.
“I’ve got to get ready for work, Sheldon. I’ll put the breakfast things on the table encase you get hungry and I’ll leave the radio on, okay?”
“Sure.”

***

After spending the whole day worrying about Sands more than working, you rush home, hoping he hasn’t set the apartment alight. You walk into the kitchen and see the bottle of milk lying on its side, the white liquid pooled on the table and on the floor. Suddenly you hear a crash from the lounge and run into it to see Sands gripping and feeling his way along the windowsill cursing, frustrated.
“Fuck it!”
“Sheldon?” He yelps and jumps slightly knocking another picture off the windowsill. You go over and lead him to a chair.
“I can't even find the fucking window to open.” His voice cracks.
“It'll be okay.”
“I’ve got to live the rest of my life like this! It is not ‘okay!’” He yelled. You sigh and sit down in a chair, silent for a few moments.

You purse your lips and prepare to ask a question you know is going to put you in his bad books, but you have to know.
“What are you doing about work? There's no way you can go out on assignment now.”
“Yeah, you’ve got what you wanted. No more assignments for me.” he stated bitterly.
“How can you... I wanted you to retire, not get your eyes gouged out!”
“Well neither did I! I like my job!” His voice raised.
“Would that be such a bad thing? Having to spend more time with me? Or is that why you like your job so much? It’s convenient to come back and have a quick fuck before going off on your next assignment?” you stop yelling, confused and angry at yourself for shouting at him, after just having his eyes gouged out and being told he will never see again.

Sands was quiet. Expressionless. You swallow harshly as you wonder if he didn’t reply because your assumption was correct or if he didn‘t want to argue anymore.

***
You storm out of the room into the kitchen and slam the door behind you. “Damn it! What the hell is wrong with me? I just had to ask, didn’t I?” Where the fuck did that last comment come from? You sigh, What if it’s true? Another voice in the back of your mind asks. Sands isn’t into long-term relationships. He told you that when you started ‘dating’. Well, when you became his fuck-buddy.
“No! He loves me. He’s told me and proved it over these past few years. He wouldn’t...”
Oh yes he would... the voice sing-songed in your head.


You mumbled angrily in your sleep while Sands was up, rummaging around blindly under the bed in a sports bag.
He had to remind himself to be quiet not to wake you twice because he had hit his head and started swearing profusely.


You wake up and yawn. Your eyes are closed and you go to cover your mouth but find them held above your head with something made of metal. You tug. Handcuffs. You wonder if the past fortnight was all just some really bad nightmare.
You tense up. “H-hello?” You know there is a blindfold over your eyes. You can feel the knot has been tied at the side of your head when you move your head. “Sheldon?” Wow. Deja vu.
“Yeah.” You visibly relax as his deep voice caresses your ears. “What are you doing? Why am tied to the-”
“Shhhhhh. I have a surprise for you.” he whispers. You frown under the blindfold, “Okay...” Suddenly his voice is right next to your ear and you jump in surprise, “I want you to know what it’s like.”
“What what’s like? I-I’m sorry about befor-” Sands puts his hand across your mouth, stopping you from continuing.
“Shhhhhh.” He removes his hand slowly, dragging it down your neck and over your exposed body. You shiver and pull at the cuffs. Sands pays you no mind and continues to let his hand travel over your flesh. “I love you. For these past couple of years you have been the only person I have been with. It’s hell without you, on assignment. A hand is only useful for a few things and when I’m not with you, it’s like I’m missing an ear or an arm. I love your quips, your laugh, the way you always seem to be rolling your eyes at me. I love your eyes, I love your smile, your legs, your ass.” Sands squeezed your butt to emphasise his point. “I’m never letting you go.”
Sands dragged his hands up your body, letting the cold metal of the handcuff keys make your skin rise. He struggled for a minute before successfully unlocking them and pulling your wrists free. You move your arms to your side but Sands takes them and pulls you into a sitting position.
“What-”
“Shhhhhh.” He pulls you up to standing position and leads you through the apartment. You curse as you hit your elbow on the door frame. Sands does considerably better than you, finding his way blind to your destination. Suddenly he stops and you walk into him, knocking the air from you briefly. He places his hands on your bare hips and guides you to the right, then pushes you back until the back of your thighs hit something cold and hard. “Turn around” Sands orders huskily. You do so, breathing harshly as you guess what he had planned.

Sands presses himself against your back, pushing you harder into the surface. He leans forward, forcing you to do so too until you are bent over. He moves his hips against your butt, pressing his hardness against you. You moan, arching into him and suddenly you realise what he was talking about earlier, I want you to know what it’s like.
You feel the cool smoothness of your glass kitchen table under you, your skin rubbing against Sands’, his breath against the back of your neck but you see nothing. It’s frustrating not being able to see the look on Sands’ face as you rub against him, making him moan. This is what it’s like.

Sands teases you before sliding into you. You cry out lustfully as your heightened senses send tingles through your body from your head to your toes-literally. You shudder as he thrusts deeply into you, pressing you harder into the table, your toes leaving the floor. You bring your hands up and grip the table tightly, arching back, meeting him thrust for thrust. For a while the only sounds are grunts and gasps, the wet slapping of flesh, and the insistent ticking of the clock above the door.

Sands snakes his hand between your legs and roughly rubs then twists your clit. Your breathing comes in harsh pants and moans escape your lips as you feel your orgasm tumbling towards you rapidly. Suddenly the pleasure crashes down on you like a ton of bricks, taking your breath away and making your whole body shake. Somewhere in the moment of bliss, you vaguely hear Sands shouting your name as he empties himself deep inside of you.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Baby.” He whispers in your ear. You can feel tears are welling in your eyes. You reach up and tug the blindfold from your eyes, letting it fall to the floor. The tears trickle down your cheeks as you roll over and wrap your arms around him as he does to you. You both slide off the table and onto the floor, in each others arms. You notice Sands bandages have two damp patches where his eyes should be and realise that he’s crying too. “We’re going to be okay, Sheldon. Everything's going to turn out fine.” You whisper into his shoulder as you hold each other naked on the cold floor, rocking back and forth.

***

2 Months later...

“Happy Birthday, Shelly.” You tease as you walk out of the bathroom. Sands sits on the bed, a pair of dark Ray-Bans now replacing the bandages and tilts his head towards you, a small frown appearing on his face.
“Do I get to open a present?” He asks. You smile to yourself, “In a way...”
“Well...can I have it?”
“In a second.”
“Okay...”
You walk over to the bed and crawl up Sands’ body, stopping over his lap and sitting on his crotch. “You can open your present now.” You breathe.
“Where is it?” You take his hands and place them on top of your head, upon which sits a little hat.
Sands frowns and feels it, after a few moments, his hands move down your body, feeling the watch attached to your breast pocket and a stethoscope around your neck. Suddenly his frown turns into a grin.
“Remember I promised you that I’d dress up for you? Say hello to ‘Nurse Sands’”
“Hello, Nurse Sands.” Sands whispered huskily as you lean over him and meet his lips in a passionate kiss.

Sequel is called ‘Hollow’