Saving the Doctor Pt. 10

"No, Carly, you don't need to apologize, I was the one acting like a presumptuous idiot, and everything you said was... correct. So I'M sorry, and I'm doing a lot better now too." he said, setting his jaw determinedly and feeling like he actually was, and knowing which woman he had to thank for it.

"K. Well, I'm glad you're okay, but like... you saved my life. I didn't really thank you the way I should have. I was just freaked out and... I should've considered what you were saying more seriously."

Jon paused, "I think we all just need to forget that weekend happened, and move on."

"...but it DID happen. There's no point in pretending. I feel like we both said things we really meant, and maybe some things we wish we could take back." she said, sounding strained.

"I guess that's true..." Jon said, feeling more nervous.

There was a long silence.

"Like... for me I-... I'd take back a lot of what I said at the hospital if I could," she croaked.

Jon winced, "Carly no, you were right. I was a flip-flopping idiot, and it wasn't fair for me to suddenly put that on you. I think I was just freaking out from the situation. The simple fact is I was with Beth and I still am." Jon said stubbornly, making himself believe it.

"Oh... Okay I just..." Carly struggled for words.

"I know she and I were having a rough day on Sunday and probably seemed like we were having a spat, but we've moved past it. We're doing fine now." Jon persisted. "I've thought about what you said, and it hurt at the time, but you're right. We shouldn't force a relationship just because of a mishap like this."

"I... okay. But I... I'm not really thinking of it as a mishap, or any kind of horrible mistake, I mean the timing's not ideal, but I've always wanted a kid, and... I'm not upset that you're the father. You saved my life. You're an amazing man, and... I'd be lucky to have you in my life..."

"Carly, like I said, I'm happy to help financially, or with shared-..."

"NO! It's not like that. Jon please..."

Jon sighed and held back tears. "You're not upset I'm the father?... I thought you decided it was Brent's."

"Well what the fuck else am I supposed to tell people?!"

There was a long strained silence. Jon wiped a tear from his face and clenched his jaw in frustration.

"Carly... do you know what I was doing last Saturday night?"

"No but I don't care-..."

"I was doing fucked up things. With fucked up people. I got drunk off my ass, high on drugs, Beth and I were doing dirty shit with other people right in front of each other and everyone else. Then we went full-out crazy and ended up in a fucking orgy with four other people. All because I'm an immature idiot who doesn't know who he is or what he wants. Even besides that, you shouldn't have forgiven me for everything else. I'm not someone you want around as the father of your kid, or even in your life at all. I clearly have too many issues, and I probably don't even know what they all fucking are yet, but you deserve better than to be saddled with them."

"-and I'd help you work through them, Jon. Sure you got swept up in a fucked-up situation but that's NOT who you are, I KNOW it. I'm not a fucking saint either, we both cheated on people, but you at least know you have work to do, and so do I, and you obviously want to do it and that's half the battle. You're a good man, I KNOW you are."

"No, don't fucking minimize it. Come on, what you should be saying is 'gross' and hang up and never talk to me again. You're a good woman, Carly, and I was lucky to know you, and accidentally fool you into thinking I was good enough to ruin your marriage with, but you need to move on. I'm glad you've made peace with your situation, and I'm sorry for all the ways I've made your life worse, but the best thing I can do for you is to stop complicating your life."

Carly sobbed, "No, I can tell what you're trying to do here, so stop it. That's not how it is, that's not what you are, and it... wouldn't need to be 'complicated' if... if we..."

"No, Carly please. You're an amazing woman, you're beautiful, and smart and fun and as soon as you start looking you'll find someone. I know it." he said, meaning it genuinely and hating the pain that was coursing through him.

"I thought maybe I had..." she croaked.

Jon shut his eyes tightly, hating himself and what he was doing, but telling himself it was what he needed to do.

"I'm sorry Carly," he said, not being able to keep the tears from coming through in his voice. "I'm so sorry for everything. Please just go be happier without me."

Another long silence and then Carly let out a long shuddering sigh.

"If it wasn't for Beth... like, if things don't work out with her, would-..."

He winced, "I feel like even saying that is like betraying her Carly, I have to stop that kind of thing," he said, knowing deep down, the truth was an undeniable 'yes'.

"Okay... Okay," she agreed despondently, and let out a long sigh. "...but if you fucking go back to Elaina I'm going to find you and murder you."

He burst into laughter unexpectedly through his tears, "Yes. That's fine. Please do. You have my express permission."

She gave a beautiful laugh back to him through her sniffles, and a somewhat more comfortable silence followed.

"Goodbye Carly," he finally whispered.

"Goodbye," she softly whimpered back.

He hung up the phone, closed his teary eyes and collapsed on the couch in sorrow.

Hours later, after he finished a depressing half-assed supper, Jon decided he needed to direct his mind to a better place.

He picked up the phone and called Beth.

"Hey!" she answered quickly.

"Hey, I missed you too much I couldn't leave you alone any longer," he said.

She gave a cute giggle, "What took you so long?"

**********

That evening. Carly sat on the couch trying to decide whether to make another bag of popcorn, almost on the excuse to replenish the salt from all the tears she'd cried. She laid back on the couch staring at the ceiling as the movie played on. After losing track of time she took a long breath, wiped away the last of her tears and a determined look set across her face.

She looked around with a frown, stuffed her hand into the couch cushions and finally pulled out her phone.

She had a moment when she opened her contacts, looked at Beth's name, and toyed with calling her, or texting her, and telling her... everything; in the hope it would make her leave Jon... She closed her eyes and told herself how stupid and petty that was, putting her secret out in the open and likely making Jon resent her. She shook her head at herself and moved on down the list.

She pulled up a number and stared at it for a long time. Finally, she took another deep breath, gulped and pressed the call button.

...

"Hey, Sean? It's Carly here, um Jorgensen. You'd given me your num-... Yeah thanks, it's good to hear you too, how are you? ... Yeah I'm doing okay. ... Haha, well I um, I'm sorry about before, I was just kinda nervous and didn't really know what to say, I hope I didn't insult you too much. ... Okay good. ... Well yeah sorta, but I mean, I have been trying to get out and um... Well are you still, like, ... Yeah! Haha, um yes I think dinner would be lovely. ... Well what night would you be free?"

***********

5 days later.

Jon tapped his pen on the desk as he waited on the phone impatiently. Finally he was taken off hold.

Jon listened and frowned at what he heard.

"No, no that's not acceptable," he said with determination. "We need the ultrasound more urgently than that. ... I know you have your guidelines but I'm genuinely concerned here. She's had weight loss and- ... yes I know that alone isn't technically meeting your criteria, but there's a family history of ovarian cancer as well. ... Yes I know that's not one of the things on your list, but I'm telling you as a physician my clinical suspicion is high. Please let me at talk to the radiologist then. ... When will he be back then? ... Okay? ... Really? THANK you. ... I know your schedule's really full but yes, anytime next week would be reasonable. ... Yeah I've talked with her already she says she can make time, but yeah call her and confirm. ... Thank you again. ... Yes, take care, bye."

Jon hung up the phone and widened his eyes as he sighed and shook his head, turning back to his computer to finish up the rest of his notes and reports for the day.

"Hey,"

He looked over to see Beth leaning against the door frame. She had an admiring look on her beautiful face, biting her lower lip, seeming like she'd been staring at him through his phone conversation.

"Oh hey baby," he said with a smile, his mood suddenly skyrocketing.

"How's my soldier doin?" she asked endearingly.

Jon smirked, "Soldiering on, but the battle's almost done for today at least."

She giggled, well I got a big fancy supper planned back at my place, so I hope you worked up an appetite.

He grinned wide, "Oooo, what is it?"

"A surprise," she said with a wink.

"Aw, c'mon tell me,"

"Fine. It's Pad Thai. ...as long as I don't screw it up. In that case it's take-out."

Jon laughed and stood up. They comfortably slipped their arms around each other and gave a gentle loving kiss.

"Well even if you burn it to shit I'll appreciate the gesture," he teased.

She swatted him, but pecked him a kiss again.

"You're seriously a good cook though Beth, you don't give yourself enough credit."

She rolled her eyes and pouted cutely, "I screw it up more often than not," she complained, wiggling her breasts against him.

"Those quesadillas you made were amazing," he countered.

She gave him a doubtful smile and squeezed his ass before stepping away.

"Well I gotta grab a couple things at the grocery store and then I kinda want to make it without your handsome-ass distracting me too much, so maybe give me at least an hour and then come over K?"

Jon chuckled, "Sure, then I won't have to rush through the last bit here and I can go home and change."

"Awesome," she said, reaching up to peck him one more kiss, then she looked over her shoulder as she sauntered away, "Can you wear that new t-shirt I got you?..."

Jon chuckled and nodded, then smiled as he turned back to his work, trying not to think of how flashy and tight it was.

Their plan to give each other space had been mutually nixed after less than 2 days. They'd spent the evenings together for the last 3 days. She wasn't spending the night, which was about the only way they were holding back, but after their talks and moving past their low point, he wasn't nearly as concerned with the pace of things. They had survived something that might have broken up a lot of couples and he told himself they were stronger for it. No more dwelling on the past, and Beth was looking more than ever like a promising future.

...

Jon shifted the flowers and chocolate in his arms to open the door, and breathed in a mouth-watering aroma as he stepped inside.

"Hey, smell's amazing," he called out.

"Thanks," she replied.

He got his shoes off and turned the corner into the kitchen and took in a mouth-watering sight. Beth was concentrating on the frying pan in front of her, but he could concentrate on nothing other than her body. A large apron hung loosely off the front, but she was clad in nothing but a black thong and lacy bra underneath. The immaculate curve of her toned ass stuck out as she bent slightly over the stove. He took in the incredible sight and concentrated on not dropping the bouquet and the oversized chocolate bar.

He let out a low groan, "Looks amazing too."

Her hot red lipstick curved into a wide naughty smile and she gave him a sultry glance before turning back to set down the spatula and cover the pan.

She turned towards him and stepped up gracefully, eyeing the flowers and chocolate with an approving look.

"Why thank you kind sir," she said as she took them from him, and leaned forward to give him a quick kiss and a slight nibble of his lip before spinning away to show off her thong-clad ass to him again.

He slipped off his jacket and eagerly walked into the kitchen. She bit off a piece of chocolate as her eyes looked him up and down and then she coyly turned back to the pan and started stirring.

He drifted up behind her and gently pulled his arms around her waist from behind. Her ass eagerly pressed back against his already throbbing loins.

"And here I was already thinking I was the luckiest man in the world," he said, kissing her on the back of her neck.

"I was hoping you'd appreciate it," she said turning her head to meet his lips again.

"Mmm. Now I feel overdressed though," he said, rubbing his hands up along her breasts.

"Well those jeans are definitely in the way," she purred.

Then she leaned forward to turn off the element, arching her back and thrusting her ass back into him forcefully. He groaned in excitement and grabbed her hips strongly. She popped back up and leaned back against his shoulder to look up at him while his hands slid up to fondle her smooth tits, she closed her eyes and breathed out in approval before she spoke.

"That's gotta sit and rest for about... 5 minutes or so," she said, raising an eyebrow and sliding her hand down his abs to his belt. "I even cleared some counter space."

He smiled down at her and they kissed while his hands flew to his belt. Her hand pushed passed to find his erection and he was full mast by the time his belt was at his knees. Her smooth firm ass sliding along his skin felt like heaven and she extended an arm up behind her head and dug her nails into the back of his neck while she pumped him. His fingers easily slid the front of her thong away and found her moistening slit, quickly working her up to into desperate moans.

"Oh FUCK! Jon get that fucking thing inside me!" she exclaimed, reaching her other hand up to his neck to hang forward off of him as he pressed her against the counter. He leaned forward and aligned his throbbing cock to her entrance and penetrated her as her thighs pressed against the edge of the counter.

"AGH YES! GET it in there FUCK!" she shouted.

"Oh Beth!" he exclaimed shoving himself in further.

He bottomed out inside her and started thrusting but before long she was taunting him onward.

"Come ON! Quit holding back, I want it HARDER" she complained.

He grunted and did as she said. She was demanding that a lot more lately. The cutlery the drawers rattled and he slid an arm in front of her hips to cushion them from the counter's edge.

"UH! YEAH! FUCK! HARD LIKE THAT! BABY!"

"AGH BETH!" he huffed.

"AH you STUD! YEAH FUCK are you my fucking STUD baby?!" she asked.

He hesitated at the new dirty talk but played along, "Yeah! Baby I'll be your stud!"

"FUCK! Yes, you FUCKING are. UHHH! You want me to be your UH! Your DIRTY girl?" she continued.

He didn't respond and simply kept pounding her incredible tight pussy, relishing the feel of her perfect ass colliding with his hips.

"Come ON! FUCK! Say it! Am I your dirty girl? Your dirty little bitch! AH! AH!" she moaned.

"UH! FUCK! YEAH! Yeah you are!" he relented.

"AH! Fuck! SAY it!" she demanded.

"UGH! You're my Dirty Girl!" he replied, huffing against the side of her neck.

"YYESSS!! UGH! FUCK! AH! AH! Yeah I FUCKING am!" UH! I'm you're Dirty Bitch!" she cried out, flexing her arms and digging her fingers into his neck to help arch her back underneath him.

"AH! AH! Say it! AH! Say it you fucking STUD! BABY! COME ON!!" she begged.

He was more than a little thrown-off, but it was turning her on so intensely he couldn't help getting more turned-on too, and wrenched himself into her harder. He lifted one of her legs up to the side and made her wail as he continued his onslaught.

"UGH! YEAH! BABY! You can be my DIRTY BITCH!" he shouted back.

"FFFFFUCK!! YES!! AH! AH! YES! YES!" she sputtered out, starting to flail underneath him.

The whole kitchen seemed to shake and he was sure the neighbors on all sides were hearing everything, but it was hard to care. Her hands finally slipped off his neck and she gripped the far end of the counter with white knuckles as he pummeled her.

"YES! MY! FUCKING! STUD! AH! AH!" she wailed.

"YEAH! UGH! My BEAUTIFUL! LITTLE! DIRTY! BITCH! AH!" he shouted back with each thrust.

"AH! AH! FUCK! FUCK! FFFFUCCKK!!!! YESSSS!!!" she screamed, as his words and his cock tipped her over the edge.

She slammed her fist on the counter swearing and screaming as she shook through her orgasm. Jon followed shortly after holding himself inside her and grunting as fire raged through his cock and he exploded into her perfect snug pussy.

They collapsed their weight onto the counter gasping for breath in exhaustion. He half-stood up, lifting her with him and then they laughed in exhaustion as they collapsed on a heap on the kitchen floor together.

"Holy FUCK baby thank you," she said kissing him and running her fingers through his hair delicately.

"YOU'RE not the one who should be thanking ME," he laughed, pulling her against him by the small of her back.

"Sorry about the dirty talk, I maybe should have given you a heads up, but thanks for playing along. I just um, I like that kinda talk sometimes," she said.

"Yeah it's all good," he said, genuinely not caring and just glad she was as satisfied as he was.

They cleaned themselves up and Beth put on slightly more clothes. They dished up a couple bowls of supper and sat down on the couch in front of a movie. Jon raved about the food and Beth gave an appreciative smile.

"Thanks," she said. "It turned out okay I guess. I'm sure it's not perfect housewife quality and what not..."

Jon chuckled, "Naw it absolutely is. You'd put all the other housewives out there to shame anyway."

Beth giggled and gave a cute blush.

Jon continued, "Not that I'd expect you to... Like I DO like to cook too."

"Haha, s'alright baby, and you're awesome at it. ...You'd put all the husbands out there to shame too," she replied, leaning back and biting her lip excitedly.

He leaned over and pecked her a kiss.

She kept staring at him and her smile turned to an amused smirk as her toes played with his knee.

"So what happened to Mr. Taking-it-slow-for-a-while?" she asked.

"What?" he said laughing defensively. "We're just talking hypothetically. I'm not about to get down on one knee, don't freak out."

"Yeah yeah don't worry," she said rolling her eyes, but with a wider smile and her hand found his knee as well.

They ate for another minute in silence as the movie played.

Finally she spoke again, "So like I KNOW this also kinda goes against what we just said but, have you still been thinking about, like, buying your house off Elaina vs a condo, or..."

He chuckled, "Yeah no, don't worry it's an important issue." He sighed, "I've been leaning more towards selling it and just getting a condo for now. I think it was more just a crazy what-if idea I had. It's still so fucking big, even if it was the two of us. It was one of the things that made me kinda uncomfortable to begin with when we got it. Elaina insisted on that size, but it didn't make any sense to me if we weren't having kids. ...and that is DEFINITELY not a conversation you and I are having any time soon."

She laughed along with him, "Yep, for sure." Then seemed to think for a second. "I mean... I DO want kids." she said, shrugging her shoulders. "Eventually," she quickly added as he looked over at her.

They shared a look, more amused than uncomfortable, at least he hoped. She was still slightly blushing and somewhat fidgety.

"Anyway, if, or when we do move in together it might as well be some place fresh. So I'll just sell the house like we planned," he said.

She gave him a calculating stare, "So which one is it?"