Confessions of a Small-Town Clinic

Confessions of a Small-Town Clinic

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Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, and I'm pretty sure they'd be looking at me funny. I believe that all characters appearing and mentioned are the creations and property of Marvelous. They'd probably look at me funny, too.

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Elli hated confession. She always had; it was a miserable experience. Squeeze into a tiny little confessional booth, and tell Carter all about every bad thing she had said and done and thought for a week.

It didn't even ease her conscience particularly, which probably had to do with her utter lack of anything worth confessing. I thought something uncharitable about a neighbour…I was impatient with my little brother…I tried to coax my husband to play during work hours…

It always left her with the strange suspicion that, on the other side of the screen, Carter was rolling his eyes, yawning boredly, perhaps filing his nails or playing with one of those ball-and-cup toys.

Of course, she knew, logically, that Carter was much nicer than that. But all her sins were so boring.

And then, when she did have something worth confessing, she could barely choke out the words! It just figured; when she wasn't terribly embarrassed because her confessions weren't interesting enough, she was terribly embarrassed because her confessions were too interesting!

"Forgive me, Pastor, I have sinned and fallen short of what is expected of me," she recited a little robotically.

"And what are your sins, child?" Carter asked through the screen with the same gentle kindness as always.

She hesitated, blushing brightly.

"I-I've had unwholesome thoughts several times this week."

She could nearly hear his amused, indulgent smile.

"I think we talked about this last time, Elli. It's perfectly natural for a woman to desire her husband, even to the point of distraction. It's hardly something that needs confessing, and—"

"Not—not about the Doctor," she broke in, certain that he could feel the heat rising from her furiously blushing cheeks.

There was a long pause.

"Oh."

"Well, not only about the Doctor."

Another long pause.

"Oh?" Less disapproving this time, and more curious.

"He's always there, too, but not just him. I keep thinking about being with…two men at the same time. About being taken…um, both ways at once."

An even longer pause.

"Oh," he finally said. "W-well, I think that's probably quite a natural desire, too."

"None of my friends think about it," Elli pointed out miserably.

"It isn't a common desire," Carter said gently, "but it is natural. You can hardly be the only woman to have such desires, or they wouldn't have special names for it. The Harvest Goddess has forgiven you, child, and you are clean in her eyes. You have nothing to worry about."

She smiled a little.

"Thank-you, Pastor."

"You're welcome, Elli."

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Approximately five hours later saw that same Elli shivering delightedly at her husband's expression, hungry and stunned and tender at once, as his eyes moved over her shoulders, over the swell of her breasts, down over her stomach, to where the soft white bedsheets pooled at her waist.

Only five hours, but still too many for her liking, although in the strictest sense, five minutes might have been too long for her liking.

It usually was, in this state. So, when she had gotten home from Grandma's to find Tim shut up in his office with Carter, she had whimpered a soft, watered-down curse, and gone reluctantly about something more productive than jumping her husband.

More productive, perhaps, but nowhere near so enjoyable.

At about the nine o' clock mark, when the office lights were still burning brightly and congenial male voices could still be heard from within and giving no indication that this would change anytime soon, she gave up wistfully on the idea.

Instead, she gathered up a plate of Carter's favourite sweets in an effort to convince herself there were no hard feelings, knocked softly at the door, and informed both men that she was going to go to bed now, but she would leave this before she went.

Then she had gone calmly and sensibly to sleep.

Or intended to, at any rate.

Within three minutes, she had heard the front door of the Clinic open and shut again, the lock click into place, and footsteps on the stairs like someone rushing up three at a time, and had promptly dragged her nightgown up over her head, balled it up, shoved it under the bed, and assumed as seductive a pose as twenty-two years of relentless innocence knew how.

"Hi," she greeted shyly.

He tried and failed to keep his wide smile confined to a tiny smirk.

"Hello. You know how to grab a man's attention, don't you?"

She blushed brightly and hid her face in her hands.

"I just told you I was going to bed," she reminded him, muffled by her fingers.

"Yes, and I sent Carter packing so I could come up and join you," he shrugged.

Her eyes widened, and she grabbed his arm, alarmed.

"Oh, you didn't! You were having such a nice visit!"

He laughed.

"Carter was going anyway. I think he caught what you were trying to say, because he insisted that it was later than he'd thought, he was exhausted, and he had an early morning tomorrow. I hope it's alright, but I sent the sweets with him," Tim concluded.

"It's okay," she grinned, blushing brightly as he shrugged out of his shirt and started on his trousers. "I have something a lot more tempting right here."

With another laugh, he slipped under the covers next to her, only to find it cut off abruptly in a sharp gasp when she immediately crawled into his lap and wrapped one hand around his length, already stiff and aching.

"Sorry," she said when he looked at her, shocked. "I've been like this all day."

"And I wasted it on a nature hike," he managed despite those warm, soft little hands rubbing and squeezing happily away.

With a little purr as his hips shifted up slightly into her touch, she leaned down to brush a teasing kiss over the tip, and lick wet little circles up and down the shaft.

"Can we?" she asked imploringly, watching him hopefully.

He gave her an incredulous look, before dragging her up and shoving her down on her back, pinning her in place with his body and his forearms at her shoulders.

"I think I might be interested."

She purred happily as he dropped a trail of feather-light kisses down her throat and over her breast, and arched up against him, hands tightening in his hair, as he flicked one dark rosy bead gently with his tongue.
"Tim, wait," she managed around a gasp as one slim, cool hand slid up the inside of her thigh. "Can we…um, do it the other way?"

He stared blankly.

"The other way?"

"Y-you know," she murmured, blushing painfully and avoiding his eyes as she climbed out from under him and crawled into a position on all fours. "Where I'm like this, and you're…um, behind me."

He nodded dumbly, another rush of arousal hitting him as his eyes moved very slowly over the curve of the small of her back, her small, shapely little backside, and her shy, provocative little smile as she peered back at him over her shoulder.

"We'll try it," he agreed, voice slightly rough with desire as he moved carefully in behind her and nudged her legs farther apart and positioned her hands at the headboard.

She wriggled pleadingly back against him as he ran the tip of his length teasingly over her warm, wet slit, and gave a long, choking moan as he complied, grasped her hips tightly, and pulled her almost roughly back against him.

It didn't hurt this time; she was too far gone by this time to care if it had. Something in Elli wasn't quite ready to admit a tiny inkling of disappointment at the lack of the sharp, unexpected pleasure-pain from the last time they had tried this way, bent over his desk when an evening of close quarters became too distracting for studies to continue any longer.

At the time, she had yelped and pulled away, and despite a shred of disappointment, he had let her; weeks later, that night had featured in naughty dreams that left her breathless and with a desperate need to wake him up to play.

They balanced carefully against the headboard, her knuckles growing white with the force of her grip, both to stay upright as his thrusts pushed her forward, and in time with the tensing of her whole body as the knot of pleasure deep in her abdomen tightened and intensified. One hand still gripping her hip tightly, he slid the other up her stomach, to cup her breast, squeezing and rolling and twisting the nipple almost painfully.

Then, as her soft moans began to turn into pleading, incoherent cries, his hand slipped back down, over her hip, and between her parted thighs, seeking out the sharply sensitive bundle of nerves buried there.

She shut her eyes tightly, and stars seemed to burst bright red behind her eyelids as his slick fingers found and circled the swollen bud, until something close to a scream escaped her, and she ground back against him desperately and collapsed, trembling, against the headboard.

A gentle laugh brought her back to reality.

"Are you okay?"

She shot him a beaming smile.

"Just fine." Her eyes flitted down. "But you didn't get to finish! Why did you stop?"

"You looked a little wiped out."

"No, I'm okay," she insisted, bending forward again and positioning his hands at her hips.

Nodding his assent, he pulled her gently back against his hips, his arousal stroking through her slickness. When he moved back a little and brushed against the tighter passage, she froze, breath trembling and heart racing.

"Y-you can do it there, if you want," she said very softly, words still impossibly loud in the small room, silent but for their ragged breathing.

He smiled, somewhere between predatory and achingly tender.

"Lie down. I'll be right back."

In the act of lying facedown against the quilts, she stopped.

"Where are you going?"

"To get something," he replied teasingly. "We can't do this without it."

"Oh!" She blushed brightly with realization. "Do—do we have that?"

He laughed.

"We're a clinic. At the risk of pulling you completely out of the mood, there are times when it's necessary."

She giggled, slightly hysterical with nervous excitement.

"Do we really need it?"

"Elli," he said sternly, "you know better than that. I'm not going to risk hurting you. Now, just give me a minute. And stay where you are," he added as she started to sit up.

“I really don't think you would hurt me,” she called after him, flopping obediently back to the bed, snuggling contentedly into the comforter as he pulled on some trousers and hurried downstairs.

Closing her eyes, she choked slightly on a soft moan at the thought of how he might look, thrusting into her from behind, forehead beaded with sweat, struggling to maintain a calm expression.

A soft laugh from the door sent her bolting into sitting.

"I hope that's a good sound," he said, moving toward her, already sending his trousers into a forgotten heap on the floor.

"It is," she assured him, pulling his hand closer to get a better look at the little foil package.

"We're going to move very slowly," he told her quietly, pushing her gently back down to the bed, "and if anything feels uncomfortable in any way, you tell me immediately, understand?"

"W-what if it's good-uncomfortable?" she asked timidly, peeping up at him.

"Good-uncomfortable," he repeated helplessly. "I suppose that's alright…"

"Okay," she agreed softly.

He ran one hand through her hair, patted her cheek reassuringly, and then twisted the cap off the little tube.

She gasped at a shock of cold, the sound melting into a throaty little moan as he slipped one finger carefully past the entrance of her tight passage. He withdrew slightly, then slid effortlessly in again, exploring tentatively, before adding another finger. She made a frantic little noise and tried to arch up against his hand, and his other hand landed lightly at her back to hold her still.

"We don't want to try too much too soon, sweetheart. I'll take that as a sign that you're alright with this, though?"

"Very alright," she agreed breathlessly.

He laughed softly, still pumping gently, now with three fingers.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this wet."

"Please…could you…you know, with—"

With a sigh, he moved away and let her sit up.

"I don't want to rush it, Elli. I've never done this before, and I know that if we're not careful, you could end up hurt."

"I can tell you if something's wrong!" she protested, voice thick with frustration.

A long silence.

"Alright," he agreed softly. As she moved to lie facedown again, he stopped her with a hand. "Not like that. You don't have enough control that way."

"Okay," she agreed, voice trembling slightly. "How should I be?"

"Lie down on your side."

She obeyed immediately, and he moved in slowly behind her, curling around her.

"The second you're uncomfortable. Got that?"

Pulse fluttering wildly, she nodded.

"I know."

"Alright."

He reached for the foil tube again, and spread the gel liberally over her and over his length. Very carefully, he rested one hand at her hip and ran the tip over the tight passage. She gave a low purr, and he held her firmly still as she tried to grind her bottom against his hips. With a gentle pressure, hand now tightly gripping hers and lips buried in her hair, he slid very slowly inside her.

She squeezed his hand tighter, moaning breathlessly with the sensation, this exquisite, electric fullness, all the more potent for its unfamiliarity.

He shifted a little bit behind her and inside her, and his groan vibrated through her where his chest was pressed to her back.

Their movements were slow, cautious, and drawn out by long pauses to absorb the sensation and listen to the other's wordless reactions. When he felt her begin to tremble with need, he ran one hand over her hip and up her thigh, to brush gently against the sharply sensitive bud again. With a little yelp at a jab of pain, she caught his hand.

“You'd better let me do that,” she said breathlessly. “It's...really sensitive right now.”

She felt him nod against her hair, before taking her hand and positioning it. Obediently, she dipped her fingertips slightly into her own slickness, and moved in slow circles, only picking up speed when she felt him tense behind her, felt him swell inside her and flood her with heat. As he began to soften, she let her movements grow quick and frantic the few, very few, times it took before she tensed, gave a long, shuddering moan, and snuggled back against him.

“This might be a silly question,” he began, wrapping an arm around her, “but how was it?”

She twisted about to stare at him incredulously.

“Um, nice,” she giggled. “I think I'm in a damp patch that says just how nice.”

“I liked it, too,” he admitted, blushing slightly despite sweat-streaked limbs tangled together, and their complete familiarity with one another's bodies. “It—it was...different. But good.”

“Can we do it again sometime?”

It was a long moment before he answered, and as she disentangled herself to get up to wash, she thought absently that his smile was a little strange.

“I think that can be arranged.”

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Confessional again.

It seemed, she thought in deep irritation, like she'd just done this.

“Forgive me, Pastor, I have sinned and fallen short of what is expected of me.”

Silence from the other side of the screen. Narrowing her eyes, Elli peered carefully into the dim light of the booth lit only by a candle.

No Carter.

The door swung open, and she whirled about with a little shriek.

The sound was immediately muffled as a pair of very familiar lips crushed against hers, and with a blissful sigh, she melted against the tall, dark-haired man.

“There's someone in here,” she managed when they finally broke apart.

He smiled against her forehead.

“So I see.”

“Carter isn't there right now.”

“No confession, then.”

She shook her head. His smile widened.

“And tell me, what was it you were going to confess?”

With a soft giggle, she pushed him back through the cramped space until he stumbled and sat down hard on the little bench.

“I was thinking about...um, our new game,” she finally admitted, her cheek pressed warm and blushing against his forehead, her skirts sliding up as she knelt in his lap.

“Ah,” he said dryly, one hand already meandering up under the layers of lace and cotton, sliding beneath the lacy band of her underwear to cup her bottom.

She gave a delighted little whimper as he pressed one finger gently against the tight passage.

“Should we be doing this here?” she asked after several breathless seconds, and only by a great summoning up of willpower.

“Are you afraid that we'll be caught?” The question was conversational, the whisper brushing deliciously against her ear.

“W-well, I suppose not,” she replied. “Carter isn't here.”

A chuckle, terrifyingly, from behind her.

“Actually, that's not quite right.”

With another shriek of terror, she tried to scramble out of Tim's lap, and stared, shocked and annoyed and horrified all at once when he held her firmly in place.

“Ah, and just to put to rest your worries, Elli, we won't be caught,” the sandy-haired man assured her pleasantly, reaching around her to gently massage one breast. “Cliff is working now, and we generally don't have many visitors on Wednesday afternoons. And even so, the booths are sound-proofed, and lock. At least,” he added teasingly, pinching her nipple gently as it pebbled to hardness through layers of fabric, “when you remember to lock it.”

Tim pressed a reassuring kiss to his wife's forehead, and looked up at Carter.

“Would you like to take her from the front?”

Her indignant squeak mingled with Carter's laugh.

"No, Tim, you'll take her as a man takes his wife. I'm sure I'll find…other possibilities to keep myself entertained."

Her breath caught in her throat as his hand slid down her stomach and up under her skirt, tugging gently at the back of her underwear.

"Stand up for a minute, Elli," Tim requested absently, helping her to her feet and pulling at the little pink cotton undergarment from the front.

"Wh-what is this?" she tried to demand sternly, only to feel the distinct suspicion that it had more resembled a quivering plea.

"Sush, sweetheart, we'll stop if you want us to," Tim said soothingly, cupping her chin and brushing his thumb gently over her cheek.

Although she might have been melted by his tenderness at any other moment, at that particular one, Elli's entire attention was focussed, stunned and terrified and ashamedly delighted, at the shock of cold as Carter twisted the cap off the small tube of K.Y. and spread a small dollop over her pucker before sliding one finger carefully inside.

She clung, trembling, to her husband, face buried in his chest to muffle her moans. He laughed gently.

"We thought you might enjoy this."

As something dawned on her, and expression of horror swept over her face, and she twisted in Tim's arms to glare at the man behind her.

"Carter! You told him what I confessed?!"

Carter smiled kindly as he worked quickly at the buttons down the back of her dress and slid the garment quickly to the floor.

"I thought your husband deserved to know that you shared his interest."

"I-interest?" she squeaked, growing even more brightly red than they had at being disrobed in front of another man, at the thought of Tim pressed face-first into a bed, Carter behind him, ploughing deeply. "You want to be taken from behind by a man?"

"No!" Tim exclaimed. "I-I meant, I thought it might be…well, interesting to see how you liked being…er, tag-teamed."

"Am I that obvious?" she asked miserably.

He laughed softly and kissed her brightly flushed cheek.

"I don't think it's much of a stretch to suspect that you enjoy being dominated. And after what we tried before…well, anyway, Elli, the same thing goes now as before. If anything feels uncomfortable, or you want to stop, you'll tell us immediately."

She nodded, staring as though hypnotized by his eyes, dark and intense, fixed on her.

However, although her eyes were fixed on his, her hands were free to do as they liked, which involved meandering down to pull at his belt and zip.

"Ah, Tim," Carter spoke up thoughtfully. "If I may make a suggestion…" With that, he pulled the younger man's belt free of its loops, wound it a few times deftly around Elli's wrists, and pulled until her arms were extended above her head. Threading the remainder of the belt through an overhead beam at the low roof of the confessional booth, he pulled firmly. "We'll still need to hold her, of course; these booths weren't built for this kind of thing, and we don't want these pretty little wrists too badly bruised."

"Do you have something to cut that if we can't get her untied?" Tim asked, voice disapproving.

"Of course," Carter replied pleasantly. "Remember, Tim, I've been doing my research."

Elli drew in a panicked breath as something cool and metal slid over her collarbone.

"In fact, it might be useful now, with my being so careless as to forget to entirely undress her," the sandy-haired man added, slipping the little knife under the little pink lacy strap of her bra and sawing gently.

"Be careful with that," the doctor implored. He grabbed her shoulders as she tried to twist away. "Elli, hold still."

"You're adorable, Tim," Carter laughed as he started on the other strap and peeled the soft pink garment off of her.

"And you owe her a new pink bra," Tim said darkly. "That was one of my favourites…"

"We'll go shopping sometime next week," Carter assured him.

Elli's hands tightened convulsively in their bonds at the faint rasp of a zipper behind her. Taking his friend's cue, Tim grasped his wife's upper thighs and pulled her legs tightly to wrap around his waist. She choked slightly on a moan as the hard ridge of flesh ground against her slick channel, already aching for him, and gasped hotly into his neck, twisting her hips against his as he lifted her slightly and guided his erection into her with one hand, already shaking with need.

Her gasps and moans stopped abruptly, and she froze, hardly breathing, when she felt the head of Carter's length, warm and hard and slick with lubricant, pressing insistently against her backside. She wiggled back against him slightly as he pulled her closer, and gave a long, shuddering cry as he slid, painfully slowly, into her from behind, hand snaking up to clap tightly over her mouth.

"It's insulated," he said with a breathless laugh, sweat already beginning to bead on his forehead with the difficulty to maintain restraint, "but there's no need to tempt fate."

Both men moved in slow, steady, careful strokes at first, but soon enough, the little noises she was dutifully choking back, and her frantic squirming between them to intensify the sensations reassured them that she was nowhere near so fragile as she looked, and their thrusts grew stronger, the exquisite tightness and warmth of the girl's body playing havock with self-control.

Head spinning slightly beneath wave after wave of searing pleasure and pain that served only to intensify the tightening ache of need, Elli bit the corner of her lip to hold back a cry as Carter's shaky exhalation brushed against the back of her ear, and his hands tightened at her waist, pulling her roughly closer a few last times and then sagging slightly against her.

Tim laughed breathlessly, and then helped his wife carefully to stand, before reaching up and working at the belt wound around her wrists. After a few minutes and Carter's help with the sharp point of his knife, Elli rubbed her slightly bruised wrists gingerly, trying to massage feeling back into her hands.

Then, after a moment, she looked up at Tim questioningly.

"Why did you stop, sweetie? You didn't get to finish."

Tim hesitated as a painful throb caught him at the scent of her arousal, faint but familiar.

"That's alright."

"No, it isn't," she said firmly, shoving him back to sit on the bench again.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked nervously.

She gave him an impish smile and a kiss on the nose before kneeling in front of him.

"I can't let my husband be unsatisfied in the very sight of the Harvest Goddess!"

Before he could give any further protest, or throw something at Carter in response to the older man's laugh, that wet, warm little mouth slid down around him, tongue moving in quick, teasing circles, suckling and nipping and squeezing with one surprisingly strong little hand until there was no point in resisting, and he let his head roll back against the wall, doing all he could not to alert those passing by the church on the street that there were shenanigans taking place in here.

Initially, she fought not to gag slightly at the taste of her own saltysweet arousal on him, but his tightly restrained sounds of pleasure, the feel of his muscles tensing beneath her hand more than made up for it, and she joyously went about enjoying her treat.

After watching the two lovers for a time with a half-appreciative, half-wistful smile, Carter knelt behind the little brunette and slipped one hand under her skirt, and between her thighs. Her squeak of surprise as his fingers found and stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves was muffled, and Tim bit back a groan as her sounds of pleasure vibrated through him.

Finally, as the sensations began to build and tighten to breaking point, the dark-haired man grasped Elli's arms tightly and hauled her to her feet, dragging her down on his lap and taking her again in one sure, practiced thrust. They moved frantically together, and Elli became dimly aware of Carter's breath at her hair again, smooth, skilled hands at her breasts, squeezing and massaging, and finally pinching roughly at her nipples.

As the shock of pain arced through her, she leaned forward and kissed Tim fiercely, gasping against his mouth, arms clinging tightly around his neck, knot finally shattering, shudders wracking her. Seconds later, his gasp echoed hers, and she felt his heat fill her.

"Why don't you two rest a while?" Carter suggested kindly to the pair on the bench, the little brunette draped limply over her husband, head at his shoulder, his arms loose around her. "This was…very nice. I hope we've all enjoyed ourselves."

With that, and a final fond smile for both of them, he slipped out of the confessional booth.

Elli was just beginning to doze, lulled by the dark, warm little space and Tim's soothing presence and warmth and scent and breath at her hair, when he laugh softly. She raised her head, sleepily curious.

"Hmm?"

He kissed her forehead gently, and cuddled her close again.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart."

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End Notes: Humm. Even I'm kind of disappointed at the lack of Doctor/Carter action. Maybe next time. Nevertheless, t'was way too much fun, and I hope someone else out there got some amusement out of it. ^^