Falling in Love...Again chapter 7

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 7
2024 and 2000

"Didn't think you'd actually touch it," she murmured, her voice almost moaning.

"I couldn't resist. There's something... mesmerizing about it, about you." My fingers continued their lazy exploration, loving the contrast between the firm, protective cast and the softness of her skin. Her toes curled slightly at my touch, drawing my attention to the subtle way they flexed, and I felt a strange sense of fascination, almost reverence.

"I always had a weakness for toes. It's... different."

Avery tilted her head, her smile now more thoughtful than teasing. "You're full of surprises, Miles. Sexually attracted to my poor broken limb" Her cast shifted slightly in my hand, as if testing my reaction.

"You are full of mysteries. I can't wait to unravel my dear Avery."

Her laugh was soft, almost shy, as if I'd caught her off guard. "Careful, you might just end up tangled in various sexual fetishes."

"Maybe that's exactly where I want to be," I said, my smile growing wider. "Right by your side, helping you through every step of the rehab of your broken leg."

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, her gaze steady and unflinching. "Okay, here's the thing. This cast isn't exactly... necessary. Not in the way you think."

Her words hung in the air, and I blinked, unsure if I'd heard her correctly or if I understood. "Wait...what?"

She leaned back again, licking her lips, her expression playful but tinged with something more serious. "I mean, my leg is fine. I don't need the cast. Not medically, anyway."

I stared at her, trying to process what she'd just said. "Then... why would you wear one?"

She looked away briefly, as if choosing her next words carefully. "It's hard to explain. Let's just say it's something I've always been drawn to. Casts, crutches, they're not just tools to me. They're... comforting, in a weird way. They make me feel... like myself. It's one of my many sexual fetishes."

Her words were measured, but her voice carried a hint of vulnerability I hadn't heard before. I leaned back in my chair, trying to reconcile this new information with the Avery I thought I knew.

"Wow. I mean... I didn't see that coming and yet maybe I did."

"Yeah," she said with a short laugh. "It's not exactly dinner conversation material."

"So, the cast... it's just for you?"

"Pretty much," she said with a shrug. "I like how it feels, how it looks. I like the attention it brings sometimes, but mostly, it's just... me. I know it sounds strange."

"It doesn't...well maybe a bit" I said quickly.

She smiled, the kind of smile that made me feel like I was seeing a part of her no one else ever had. "Thanks for not making it weird."

"Why would I?" I said, returning her smile.

"It's part of you, right? And I kind of like all the parts of you. Also it's not like you would intentionally break your own leg"

January 2000

The first days of the new millennium felt like stepping into uncharted territory, full of promise and endless possibility. Y2K fears had come and gone, and life continued, carrying with it the unmistakable glow of new beginnings. For Avery and me, that glow was something more, it was the spark of a connection we'd been circling for years, finally ignited.

The morning sun was warm as we pulled into the physical therapy center, its rays cutting through the glass of my car. Avery sat in the passenger seat, her crutches neatly beside her. Her leg brace was a stark reminder of the months she'd spent recovering, a journey I'd been fortunate enough to witness up close. She caught me staring and raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

"What? You like my long leg brace now?" she asked, brushing a stray strand of red-dyed hair from her face.

"Just admiring how determined and beautiful you are," I said, flashing her a grin.

"Always," she replied with a nod, a flicker of nervous energy beneath her confidence.

Avery moved gracefully on her crutches in the centre, I followed her to the therapy area, trying not to focus on the effortless swing of her hips or the way her brace peeked out from beneath her athletic shorts.

The therapist greeted her warmly and guided her to a wheelchair near the parallel bars. Avery lowered herself into it, her movements confident. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she set her crutches aside. The therapist adjusted the bars, and Avery looked at me briefly, her expression vulnerable.

"Here goes nothing," she said with a soft laugh, gripping the bars. She shifted her weight forward, slowly lifting herself to stand. The brace on her leg supported her as she steadied herself between the bars. My chest tightened as I watched her take her first step for months.

Her left leg, once in a cast that I'd grown used to seeing, moved cautiously forward. She placed her foot down tentatively, testing her strength. Her knee wobbled slightly, and her lips pressed into a thin line as she focused on maintaining her balance.

"You're doing great, Avery," the therapist encouraged.

I couldn't help but feel a wave of admiration, mingled with something deeper, a sexual attraction I hadn't fully acknowledged until now. Her resilience was magnetic, but there was something seeing her partly crippled paired with her strength that made me so turned on sexually.

She took another step, shifting her weight carefully onto her braced leg. Her toes barely touched the floor at first, as if she was testing her limits. Slowly, she allowed more weight to transfer onto her leg, her expression shifting from hesitation to determination. Her fingers tightened around the bars, and she exhaled sharply.

"One more step," the therapist urged.

Her right leg moved again, this time with more confidence. Her face softened into a smile, and she glanced at me, her eyes sparkling with triumph. When the session ended, Avery sat back in the wheelchair, her cheeks flushed and her breathing slightly heavier. I retrieved her crutches, kneeling beside her to hand them over.

"You were amazing there," I said, unable to hide the awe in my voice.

She looked at me, her expression softer now. "I couldn't have done it without you," she admitted, her fingers brushing against mine as she took the crutches. The way she handled her recovery was incredibly sexy.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now," I said, my voice low.

She looked at me, her eyes darkening. "I think I do," she whispered.

Back at her place, we didn't waste time with small talk. As soon as the door closed behind us, Avery leaned against it, dropped her crutches, her breath coming in short gasps. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.

She broke away, her chest heaving. "I want you to touch me, I want you to touch my broken leg, remove my brace. Make me feel it all."

I knelt down in front of her, my hands running up her thigh, stopping at the edge of her shorts. I could see the outline of her leg brace, the way it hugged her leg. I looked up at her, my eyes meeting hers.

"Is this okay? Are you sure?" I asked, my voice soft.

She nodded, licking her lips, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, please."

I removed her brace and leaned in, my mouth against the broken leg. I could feel the heat of her skin, the way her breath hitched as I kissed her. I traced the long scars with my tongue, my hand cupping her other thigh, pulling her closer to me.

"I want more," she said, her voice urgent.

Falling in Love...Again
Chapter 8 to come
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