Dream Angel
By Megan
Megan writes:
All right, this is yet another hospital story.
Things you, the reader, need to know:
1.Danny WILL remember who Michelle is.
2. He has yet to awaken at the hospital, he has a serious head injury, and doctors (okay, RICK) fears a concussion)
3. I work at Victoria’s Secret, so all references to lingerie come from personal experience.
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Michelle stood numbly by Danny’s hospital bed, where she had been constantly for the past five hours. It was well past midnight, but Rick knew better than to ask her to leave. Carmen had long since left to arrange for “specialists” from New York for her son. But, none of that mattered to Michelle right now.
Her world consisted of only Danny.
Danny: her husband.
And today, for the first time, she had truly felt like a wife. She wished Danny had been awake to see her take control, and take Carmen out of the game.
Well, she shrugged, Rick had said to talk to Danny; to entertain him. She knew he would find it entraining.
“I stood up to HER today Danny, your mother. Proud of me?”
Michelle let go of Danny’s hand (funny how empty it now felt) to properly tell the story.
“She attacked me, and I attacked right back. I never let her get the last word. I even kicked her out! I still can’t get over that one. I felt like I needed a big glowing scoreboard. Me, scoring homeruns, and Carmen being drug off to the showers.”
Michelle caught up Danny’s hand into hers again, and leaned forward to kiss his bruised cheek.
“I said I was your wife you know. I hope that you don’t mind. But I will admit it, it felt good- almost as good as telling you I love you.”
Michelle caught herself smiling.
“Well dear, that was my day. How was yours? Anything exciting happen?”
“Nothing as exciting as seeing me? You are so sweet.”
Michelle paused a moment, thinking of something else to do with Danny. Briefly she had the thought she would rather be thinking of something to do TO Danny.”
She reached into a drawer and pulled out a deck of cards.
“I know sweetheart. How bout a game of cards? Poker maybe?”
Michelle paused for effect.
“Only if its strip poker? Well, I guess since you are sick.”
She didn’t even question where that impulse had come from.
“Okay first hand. Dealer wants two. Danny wants…. four? You do life dangerously.”
She paused to look at their hands.
“And, play to win I see.”
Michelle pulled off her pink cardigan and dropped it to the floor.
The next hand went Danny’s way again (now how was that happening), and Michelle’s sweater went the way of the floor.
Shoes and skirt soon followed. Before Michelle knew it she was standing in a darkened hospital room in her Dream Angel bra and panties.
Michelle twirled around laughing.
“ I swear Daniel Santos, you are the luckiest man I know”
“If I weren’t in this hospital bed I’d be a lot luckier.
Michelle’s eyes widened. She wasn’t talking to herself anymore.
“I didn’t take you for a thong kind of girl Michelle,” Danny grinned.
Michelle bit her lip to keep from crying. Danny was awake.
And breathing.
And smiling.
And she was in her underwear.
“I swear Danny, if you weren’t in that hospital bed,” she scolded.
Danny looked at her as if he could see right through her remaining clothing.
“If I weren’t in this bed, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. We’d be too busy.”
He reached out a hand to her.
“Come to me, wife.”
Michelle gasped.
“You heard everying,” she accused.
“Heard,” he replied. “And saw. I wanted to see how far things would go.”
He ran his eyes up and down her. “Not far enough I see.”
Michelle laughed, and leaned forward to kiss Danny.
Danny was alive, and for this moment at least, he was hers.