"I'm so fucking close to this." I cried out, exasperated as I slammed my fists down onto the laboratory table causing another test beaker to fall off the edge and explode into slivers of glass. Along with it my latest failed attempt.
"It's okay Melissa, I know you will get it. You are truly brilliant." Lucas, my amazing fiancé held me close and kissed me tenderly on my forehead, soothing me instantly.
"He's right Mel. You're doing so well with this." Victoria, one of our closest friends and my apprentice soothed me as well, placing an arm around me.
I was agonizingly close to a breakthrough for medical advancement, a cure and prevention for Alzheimer's. It was something that was important to me, not because of the accolades or awards, but because I had lost my grandmother to the disease. Watching the brilliant woman's mental condition deteriorate as she battled through the disease was heartbreaking for me as I grew up, and it influenced me to pursue a career in science. Hoping to save her, I threw myself into studying whilst ditching my social life completely. It was during that time that I met Lucas and we hit it off immediately. Unfortunately, my grandmother passed away just one year after I had been awarded a place at a top pharmaceutical research company. In her memory, I continued to dedicate my life to researching a cure and prevention for the disease that took her away from me.
Sighing, I cleaned up the broken shards and slivers of glass on the floor and cursed when I felt one of the shards of glass slice into the skin on my finger. Well, that was fucking typical with the way this day was going. Lucas smiled sympathetically as I covered my finger with my hand and rushed out of the lab to get a plaster from my office. I was still angry and upset as I stormed through the sterile corridor and I didn't notice someone walking in my direction until it was too late. To the sound of glass smashing, I fell to the floor, tangled with a young woman in an army uniform. Judging by the plastic carrier she had been holding, she had been carrying test tubes carrying fuck knows what which was now all over my hands.
"Shit, I'm so sorry." I apologised, rushing to help the young woman clean up all of the broken glass. She told me not to worry, checking that I was okay before rushing off. My finger was now bleeding profusely and I wondered whether I still had glass stuck inside. Suddenly the wound started to burn a little, I must have got a little of whatever was in the army officer's test tubes into the cut on top of the solution of my failed experiment. Not to worry, I'd wash it when I got back into the lab and wrap some bandage over it.
Later that evening back at home, I was starting to feel a little rough. I had developed a fever and my head was in an excruciating amount of pain. Every step was laboured as Lucas supported my weight and helped me upstairs into bed. Even after taking a strong painkiller, my head was spinning and still in a great amount of pain. Lucas turned the light off and I tried to get some rest.
The headache and fever lasted for three days. It was debilitating to say the very least, and I was bedbound the whole time. Every time I tried to work my brain, whether it be thinking about my work, or trying to remember the smallest of details, the pain would increase. I'd never felt pain like it, it felt like the inside of my head was on fire and the painkillers did little to offer relief. When the fever had passed, I felt drained and although the pain wasn't as severe, my head still hurt when I tried to think too much. It became apparent that it hurt far less not to overthink things and to allow my mind time to rest. With no stimulation to my mind, time passed very slowly, though there was a certain peace that I hadn't experienced in a long time that came with that.
That evening, I was feeling a million times better. I was finally able to get out of bed and move around once again. Just as long as I didn't let my brain work too much, I was back to a relative amount of normality. Lucas returned home from working at the lab, informing me that my team hadn't gotten any closer to the breakthrough we were searching for. It was a shame, but it wasn't unexpected. On top of feeling much healthier this evening, I was in such a good mood. The stress that had weighed me down recently had faded and I found myself feeling mischievous, playful and even a little flirtatious. From the moment Lucas arrived home, I immediately started flirting with him. Grabbing his ass at every opportunity I had or running my hand across his toned chest. Although he was surprised by the sudden change in my behaviour, he went along with it, clearly enjoying the extra attention whilst I got myself more and more worked up.
"You look like you're feeling better." Lucas smiled, and I agreed with a wink. I continued flirting with him throughout dinner, touching him in inappropriate places and flashing myself to him. Lucas was restrained though, probably because I'd only just recovered from quite a serious fever and he wanted to let me rest enough to recover. I didn't approve of his consideration for me so I continued to flirt in any way I could. Brushing myself against his crotch area when I walked past him and generally just being a brat. I could see that I was slowly chipping away at his armour. It didn't take much more time before he'd had enough and I got the reaction I was looking for.
"Get over here missy," Lucas growled as he pulled me close and kissed me passionately. He lightly pushed me up against the wall, holding my hands above my head with just one hand whilst his lips never left mine. With his free hand, he removed my already unbuttoned blouse and groped my breast. Without releasing his grip on my wrists, he stopped kissing my lips and started kissing and nipping my neck. That was the one, my eyes rolled back into my skull as pleasure ran through my whole body. It was like every nerve ending was on fire, aching to be touched.
