They spent the whole night not mentioning the kiss, all through dinner, even after Aisha came back from night rounds, and through supper as well. It was almost as if Aisha had set him a challenge, but Lee felt too cowardly to act on it. Things weren't even awkward. She carried on as if nothing happened, helping with the dishes and chilling out with him and the other stuff. Lee's mind just couldn't stop thinking about it all, about the kiss and what it meant.
When he went to bed, he was still lingering on it. With some movement in his legs now thanks to the physiotherapy, he could thankfully get himself into bed without calling for Aisha and having to deal with her being so close, so personal, with her hands on his body. He didn't know how he would react right then. They had been intimate before, actually, so he could make a good guess at how he would react. He settled down under the quilt as the light in the hallway flicked off. Not that he really needed to go to bed because he sure as hell didn't sleep much by the time the birds were chirping and the sun was rising just above the trees.
Dawn was the time everything started at Angelus. He could count the minutes from the first light breaking to people starting to bustle around. It must have been five in the morning but he could hear the shower running and the crowd starting to form at the breakfast table. So many of them lived in at the Estate, taking advantage of the many rooms in the main house. It made them one huge family, complete with bickering, which Chase and Mark proved as they walked past his room in a heated debate about the toilet privileges.
Lee was just thinking about making a move when there was a soft knock at the door. His heart almost repeated the knock, recognising the familiarity. Shit. Home physio time. “Yeah, I'm decent,” he called, the door opening a moment later.
“Thank God. Last thing I want to see is boy parts,” she said with a grin as she walked in. Real funny.
“They're icky, right?” he muttered, unable to help the returning grin.
“More than you know.” She moved his wheelchair away from the bed and then threw the quilt off him, making him grope helplessly for the fabric that had been covering the unfortunate effects of morning. “Don't be silly. No time for dignity here, I have to grab breakfast and then do the morning feeds.”
“So, you're the unlucky bastard today?” he asked as she started to run her hands down his thighs to ease up the knotted muscles and the cramp there.
“Shut up. You get excused from all the bum jobs.”
They fell into a comfortable silence as Aisha worked on the methods she had been shown by the doctor, working the legs to build up the muscles slowly and gently. They had been doing this for ages now, and recently the doctor had told him to start working on walking again. He didn't see how it was possible. He still hardly had any feeling in his legs. Walking on them was like floating in the air.
“Right. The doctor wants you to try walking to the other end of the room now we've got standing with an aid figured out,” Aisha said, breaking their silence. Lee started to sit up, pushing himself up on his arms, and then swung himself around so his legs were hanging off the bed.
“I still don't see how I'm supposed to walk on these things. They're like noodles,” he grumbled. She snorted a laugh and lifted his hands to her shoulders.
“We'll get them to be strong noodles, you'll see.”
With her hands on his waist and his hands on her shoulders, he hauled himself up using his upper body until he was stood shakily. Who would have thought that once it was so easy to walk. People took it for advantage. “I still can't really feel them,” he said quietly as he swayed a little, Aisha's hands firm just under his ribs. “I can feel... some parts.”
“The doctor said you might start feeling more and more as you start using them.”
“Or I might never be able to walk on my own, and never feel any more than this.”
It was like they were suspended in time, stood looking at each other and neither moving. “Don't talk like that,” she said quietly, “I'm a great believer in the power of hope. If you think you'll get better, you stand a better chance. Doubting yourself well... that doesn't end well.”
Aisha was an expert in healing, especially internally. On the surface Lee wanted to argue with her, tell her that just hoping it'll get better wasn't a real medical method. Deep down, however, he believed her. How could he ever doubt her when she looked at him so honestly and clearly with her electric blue eyes?
It was like his legs weren't the only things he didn't have control of as his hand lifted to cradle her jaw gently. His heart was racing, breath coming a little faster, as he trailed his fingers across her smooth skin. All she did was watch him quietly, eyes only darting down to his lips briefly before returning to his own gaze.
“Is this just going to be a one night stand again?” he asked quietly.
“It's five in the morning,” she quipped easily.
“You know what I mean,” he grumbled. She fell silent for a moment before she spoke again.
“Does it feel like a one night stand?”
No. No it didn't. It felt like something he had been waiting for, something the whole universe had worked towards. He slowly closed the distance until there was just a millimetre between their lips, their breath mingling in the close space. Another pause in time, the perfect angle of the pendulum after its rise before it swung down again.
It felt like a dam broke as he kissed her, eliminating the distance between them. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders to keep himself steady, trusting her to stop him from toppling over, as the other tangled in her hair, the kiss deepening fast.
After a moment he felt himself going backwards and almost panicked until he realised that Aisha was guiding him, lowering him down until they could fall back safely onto the bed, Aisha easily settling in his lap with her legs on either side of him. “What part of the physio is this?” he breathed, hands slipping up under her loose pyjama shirt.
“The fun part.”