Author's note: This chapter is long and slow, getting to the sex at the very end, so once again, if you want a quick fix, I suggest looking at other stories, maybe even one I did titled "A Night with a Goddess". I want to make a quick apology for taking so long to release this chapter, and for the slightly lesser quality to the other two, I had a case of writers block, but hopefully you will still appreciate it. Enjoy the story of Fee and Allie.
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I was awoken by soft fingers touching my hair, my arms were stiff from being folded in front of me and holding my head; my neck hurt from the bent over position but it was immediately worth it. Looking up from my arms I saw Allie tentatively touching my hair, and then I felt awful. Her hand slid over my hair before I reached up and grabbed it, pulling it down to my cheek. She smiled slightly, before I broke down into tears, holding her hand to my cheek.
"What did you do Allie?" I whispered, sobbing into her hand before she reached over with her other, seeking my other cheek.
Taking her searching hand, I pulled both to my mouth, kissing her knuckles as tears clouded my vision.
Her voice cracked as she responded, "Fee, you can't do this, or I'll cry, and might get infection..."
I clasped her hands hard, trying to hold in the tears while she brushed her fingers over mine. My eyes searched over her face, seeing the small scratches on her cheek but most importantly, the wide white bandage holding cotton patches to her eyes, obscuring her vision and her stark eye colour. I couldn't hold myself back anymore; I pushed down the rail on her bed and climbed gingerly in next to her. She looked confused at the sudden weight change on her bed, before realizing what I'd done and opening her arms out to me. My head sought her shoulder as I lay down with her, holding her arms as they trailed over me anew. Her fingers searched each part of my body and I couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to her, touching but not seeing.
"I couldn't let it happen..." She muttered, her fingers finding my hair and clutching the short strands.
"You should have let the security deal with it," burying my nose into her shoulder and holding her upper arm tight as she held me.
"I won't let someone be blatantly homophobic in my club, and I especially won't allow them to hurt our customers,"
Stifling a sob I held her arm tighter and moved my head up slowly, my nose found her neck and I gently nuzzled her soft skin.
Earlier in the club a group of people had gotten a bit too drunk, apparently only a few of them were gay, but the others had agreed to coming to the club to check it out. The problem had started when one of the regulars had suggested dancing with one of the straight males who had come to the club. We are unsure if the accident would've occurred if the man wasn't as intoxicated as he was, but he became wildly agitated and tried to push the gay man aside and hit him. At that point Allison had noticed and tried to get between the pair. The intoxicated man only saw someone trying to get in the way, and he raised his fist, still holding his half empty glass if vodka and smashed it into Allison's face. All this happened before security could react, but by the time they got there people were restraining the intoxicated man, and Allison was being tended to, unconscious, by the bar staff. The doctors had warned me that the damaged wouldn't have been so bad if vodka hadn't been in the glass. She had glass in her eyes, not very much, but enough to cut her irises, and with the vodka, the damage was furthered.
I reached up and very gently stroked her bandages before burying my hand in her hair, looking up to her face. She sensed my eyes on her and tilted her head down, as she would have if she could still see me. Her lips were so close to mine I could feel her breath soft on mine. Tears slowly trailed down my cheeks as I gently touched her ear and hair. I leaned forward closing my eyes and pressed my lips softly to hers in a delicate soft kiss. She held my hair as her lips returned the soft pressure. Everything in the world faded away and it was just us and the kiss. Her hand slowly stroked my hair as I held her jaw softly, she smiled on my lips while kissing me and I froze. Suddenly I saw us from above, saw the loving expression that would be painted on her face, and the embrace we were in. Everything was locked into place in my head and I had to gasp against her lips. My eyes flung open and I saw her for the first time, really seeing her. Seeing her and how my soul sung for her. She looked confused at the sudden loss of contact, but still happy, and I knew this was different. I touched my lips back to hers and was transported away, my hand very gently cupping her jaw. We tenderly kissed, just holding each other with our lips softly clasped and molding together until we were interrupted by a throat clearing. Both of our heads snapped towards to sound, my cheeks burning red as the doctor stood in the doorway. She was smiling at us with her eyebrow raised, holding her clipboard to her chest.
"Allison Matthers?" She asked in an amused voice as I slid off the bed and down to my seat, my cheeks still burning with being caught.
"Yes, that's me," she answered in a soft voice, her hand reaching out to find my own.
I watched her searching for my hand, and couldn't help by smile. She was something different, that's for sure. I took her hand gently and watched her face breaking into a gentle smile, her thumb rolling over my hand. The doctor was surely still watching us, but I couldn't help but kiss the back of her hand.
"The good news is the surgeons were able to remove all the glass without extensive damage to your retinas, or eyes, but the bad news is you're going to have to wear that bandage for about a month, till the cuts heal and we make sure there is no substantial infection."
"So she won't be blind?" I blurted, holding Allie's hand to my lips. And I couldn't tell what I was crying for in that moment, I just was.
"No, she won't be blind... Er..." She looked at me, realizing she didn't know my name. I opened my mouth to respond, but Allison beat me to it.
"Felicity," she said softly, giving my hand a warm squeeze.
"Felicity," the doctor concluded, smiling at her chart, "you two make a lovely couple by the way."
"Oh, we aren't a couple," Allison said softly, her head dropping slightly trying to pull her hand away from mine very casually.
"Yet." I returned firmly, holding her hand close to me and reaching over to brush her hair from the bandage.
Allison remained silent until it became slightly uncomfortable and the doctor shuffled her papers.
"Now Allison, we will have to keep you here for a day or two, make sure everything's okay. But after that you will have to stay at home with a carer. Your parents?" The doctor asked, looking up from her clipboard at the end of the question.
"Uh, my parents died when I was younger," she answered timidly, once more trying to let go of my hand. I wasn't about to let go that easily.
"Oh. Who has been your guardian?" She asked, tilting her head slightly and dropping her clipboard to her side.
"My aunt and uncle; until last year when I moved out to live by myself."
"Well, for obvious reasons we can't let you go home alone, you need someone to look after you."
"I... don't think my aunt and uncle can look after me, and my grandmother lives down in Melbourne."
