#Fights are drawn to Lila like moths to the flame

[abbatoirablaze]

Locked Up, Chapter 5

Word Count:  3k

Warnings:  mentions of violence/blood, minor medical situation, implied smut, thigh riding, little bit of bondage (handcuffs), teasing, mentions of potential unprotected smut, itsy bitsy breeding kink at the end.

“Lila…”

You shook your head, trying to fight off the blush that threatened to come onto your cheeks as you looked away from the senior doctor.  On the other side of the room, a certain inmate had been eyeing you up, and it was secretly driving you crazy, “Sorry Jay…you were saying?”

You knew of the red flags that seemed to wave in your face when it came to the handsome inmate, but you didn’t care.  You’d heard of him when the senior doctor told you about some of the more frequent flyers, but there was something about him that made you entranced. And since the day that you’d met him you were completely and unequivocally hooked.

“Go stitch up inmate Hansen, please,” he sighed tiredly as he worked on the other inmate in the medical bay, “we both know that you’re the only one he’ll let touch him.”  

You bit your lip and nodded, heading to the other side of the medical wing where the other individual who had been caught in a fight was waiting to be stitched up. 

Lloyd Hansen. 

He was once an asset for the government who had gone rogue, killing people simply because he enjoyed it. 

He usually left a body count wherever he was. 

People had called him a sociopath. Someone who didn’t give a damn about anyone other than what was being put into his numerous accounts across the span of the globe. 

But you knew him as the smart-mouthed asshole with a heart that was hidden under an ice age’s worth of tundra.  And somehow…you’d managed to make it under all that ice to see just the kind of person that he truly was. 

Broken from his past heartbreaks, and years of psychological abuse from his parents and so-called friends, Lloyd had walls higher than the earth’s atmosphere.  But you managed to find the cracks and slip through them. 

“Inmate Hansen…Dr. Sanjay has asked me to take a look at your injuries.”

Lloyd huffed, his mustache twitching. 

Lloyd only ever let you treat him.  Before you came along, he would stitch himself up with dental floss if he was stabbed, refusing to let the medical team at the prison touch him.  And after the last time he bashed a nurses skull against the wall, they decided to let him do it to. 

Until the fateful day that Lloyd first saw you. 

“Who is she?”

His raspy voice cut through the medical wing like wildfire, sending a pulse straight through your core as your eyes met.  Your senior doctor tried to brush off the comment from the normally silent inmate, but you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.   

“Dr. Sanjay, should I tend to the other inmate while you-“

“Don’t bother with Hansen,” he grumbled, not sparing him a look as he worked on cleaning inmate Gentry’s cuts, “he won’t let anyone treat him.  Just throw a few of the antiseptic wipe packets at him so he can clean himself up and he’ll do it on his own…”

“Sanjay…he-he’s got a gash in his brow,” you whimpered softly, instantly gravitating towards the inmate.  You rushed to the cabinet, typed in your code, and grabbed a kit to sew him up as well as some other things to clean his other, lesser wounds, “Inmate Hansen…a-are you alright?”

“Li-“

But Sanjay stopped himself when he watched your small hands cradle the inmate’s face, examining him.  The doctor watched, eyes wide as you rushed to start cleaning his wounds, the inmate’s jaw remaining firmly closed together.

Dr. Sanjay couldn’t place it, but there was something about the way that Hansen looked at you.  It was obvious that he didn’t mind your presence.   

“Inmate Hansen…I-I need to close up that gash-“

“I know, princess,” he muttered softly, his fingers flexing against the orange material of his jumpsuit while he managed to keep his hands to himself, “get on with it, yeah?”

“I will…I just need you to know that this may sting a little…” you warned softly as you opened the antiseptic wipes and unfurled some of the gauze and butterfly bandages.  He gave a heavy sigh, watching as you delicately tilted his chin up, his eyes meeting yours once again.  Your lips parted ever so slightly as you examined his cuts and he audibly gasped as he could only focus on your irises.

“Get on with it, angel,” he ordered as he tried to break apart his more delicate thoughts about you “I’m used to a bit of pa-FUCK!”

You didn’t even flinch as your hand swept over his injury.  No.  You giggled.

His eyes snapped to yours once again, and even though the surprise and pinch of pain had caught him off guard, he was firmly entranced by your sweet, innocent little attitude. 

He knew in that moment that he’d do whatever he had to in order to keep you safe…to hear that sweet little giggle coming from your lips yet again. 

But Sanjay had other ideas, perceiving the look as one of aggression from the inmate, “Lila…back away from inmate Hansen…”

“I won’t be long, Doctor. Sanjay, I promise…it’ll just be a few stitches!” she said over her shoulder. 

“Inmate Hansen is dangerous, Lila…and only one hand is cuffed to the bed, so-“

His words stopped once more when Lila went to turn away, and Lloyd’s arm wrapped around her own, “I want her to treat me…”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Hansen…I will!” you offered warmly, your eyes meeting his once more as you gently pushed him back onto the gurney, “please…lay back so that I can finish cleaning the wound and get you sutured up!  Dr. Sanjay believes you are a danger to me, and if you prove his suspicions right I’ll have to cuff your other hand.  Can you please lay back for me?”

And wordlessly, Lloyd laid back, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Thank you, Mr. Hansen.”  

Before that day, Lloyd would always find some weirdly creative way to treat any infections or aches.  But after you…oh, that man would come in whining about the sun being too bright if it meant he got to spend some time in the medical bay, even if it meant being cuffed to the bed.

Dr. Sanjay chuckled when Lloyd kept his mouth shut.  Lloyd wouldn’t talk in front of other inmates. He’d had to keep up some tough guy rep.  But the senior doctor quickly saw through it, and noted his affections for the junior doctor.  So with a smile, Sanjay would disappear, knowing that someone managed to get through to Lloyd Hansen, and keep him almost docile in comparison to his former actions.   

Any time that he saw Lloyd, the senior doctor would go off into the next room to complete charts and paperwork, and he knew that the stoic inmate would babble on for hours, because he would hear your giggling following. 

He knew about the relationship, and was sure of the inmate’s affections for you, but you were too hard to read, sweet as sugar, he just attributed your actions as part of your personality, as you didn’t care which inmate walked through the doors, you would treat them regardless.

“You have a cut on your brow that I’m going to treat first.” you said gently, advising him of what you were doing every step of the way.  You took a few steps away to the medical cabinet and grabbed everything you would need.  When you returned to his bedside and placed the items on the tray, you felt his hand gently reach out, searching for yours. 

You sighed and took his hand. 

His eyes met yours and your heart melted.  You didn’t take it personally that he hadn’t been talking.  You knew Lloyd well enough to see through his tough guy act. 

But that never stopped him.

“Pronge was harassing Jake again…” he said in a firm voice, nodding over to the other side of the room, where Robert Pronge was animatedly talking to the senior doctor, “told him to fuck off, but he didn’t get the idea until I headbutted the son of a bitch.”

“I wish you would stop fighting anyone that looks at me or Jake wrong…” you whispered as you wiped some of the antiseptic along his brow.  He took a sharp intake of breath as you wiped away the dried blood, “Are you ever going to stop being a baby over some rubbing alcohol?”

He smirked, “are you and Jake ever going to stop being bratty pains in my ass?”

“You know that we belong to you and only you, Lloyd…”

“That’s right!  And that means that the only one that gets to give you two a hard time is me!” he said in a playful low tone as his hand fidgeted along the rail until he was maintaining what little contact he could by touching the edges of your lab coat, “you’re my girl…and he’s my guy…I’d protect either one of you with my life…”

“What did Jake do to egg on Pronge?”

“Being his normal brat self,” he muttered sadly, “I didn’t…well, we haven’t…you know…he was flirting with Drysdale and I cut him off…him and that bitch CO were trying to take him back from us…she tried to transfer him to another cell block but Bodecker found out that he fucked her…”

Lila stopped treating Lloyd’s brow, “he what?”

“You know how Jake is,” Lloyd sighed, his hand reached up and you took it, needing to feel what little connection you could have with Lloyd after hearing that Jake had gone back to Viv, “I wasn’t giving him any…and you haven’t been on a shift where he’s doing his work release…he was getting antsy…felt abandoned…so he ran back to what he knows…”

“Lloyd…”

“He’ll come back to us baby,” Lloyd said reassuringly, “he always does…”

“Viv and Ransom…”

“He left them for us for a reason, angel…they don’t treat him right…they don’t really care about him like we do…Viv only cares about Drysdale and Levinson…Jake’s disposable to them!”

You nodded, wanting to believe in the little bit of comfort that Lloyd was trying to give you. He gave your hand a little squeeze and you gave a forced smile, “yeah…”

“If I could show you how much you mean to us…you know I would…”

“Lloyd…”

“Jake will be out soon…and I’ve got some government contacts who want me back…”

“Lloyd…”

“It’s only a matter of time until they admit that they need me and spring me, pumpkin…then it’s me, you, and Jake…and I’m going to make sure you two don’t have to lift a finger…I’ll have them wipe my record again…and have them wipe Jake’s…and then it’ll just be the three of us.  And I’ll have you both naked in bed waiting for me to come home…hav-“

“Lloyd…” you begged, cutting the normally stoic man off.  You looked around the wing.  While it was pretty quiet, and you knew that they couldn’t hear you from the other side of the room, his words were affecting you more than you wanted to admit.  He smiled, sensing the fact that you were getting worked up at his promises.

“You like it when I talk like that…don’t you?” he teased, “it’s been a while…for all of us…I know how Jake felt…getting a little antsy…I miss stretching your pretty litt-

“Stop,” you whimpered, not really wanting him to stop, “Lloyd…we-“

“I knew you were working tonight…Jake had his work release today and I told him to make a loop for tonight…Pronge isn’t that bad and Sanjay will let him go back to the block when he’s done cleaning him up…say I need to stay for observation…I headbutted him…s-say I need to stay because I might have a concussion and you need to make sure I stay up…”

“Lloyd…that’s risky…”

“Once I beat up Pronge, Jake knew I still cared about him…he knew he wasn’t abandoned by us, sweetie…he said he would cut the camera and loop it from 10 to midnight…we can have the night…”

“Only if no one else comes in…” you caved, agreeing to what the man you loved was saying, “but we need to find a way for me to see Jake…I-I need to talk to him…”

“We’ll figure it out, sunshine!”

“Sunshine…”

“I’m almost done, I promise.”

Lloyd chuckled from the next room as you finished up the last of your charts for the night. 

“It’s five after ten…”

“I know…just one more minute.”

He huffed, “you know…if it’s like this when we’re out on the real world…there won’t be any handcuffs keeping me in a separate room.  The only handcuffs we’ll have at home will be the ones I keep you and Jake cuffed to the bed with.”

You giggled, unable to stop the blush that rose to your cheeks, “but for now…I have all the time in the world…because you’re the one wearing the cuffs in bed.”

“Princess…”

You caved.

The way he called you those delicate little nicknames.  The breathy little huff to the edge of his voice.  You knew all of the red flags that were going off in your mind because of who he was in the real world, but you fought yourself every time his gorgeous cerulean eyes stared at you.  You stopped your writing and came out of your office.  Planting yourself against the frame into the medical wing you couldn’t help but giggle even more when you saw him looking longingly at you.

“Angel…”

“I’m coming,” you sighed happily.  Lloyd smiled like a kid at Christmas as you made your way over to him with the keys to his cuffs.  You couldn’t help but take a gander at the clock, “ten after ten.”

“The loop is running…”

“And how do we know this for sure?” you asked, holding the key away from his cuffs.

He gave a low growl in your direction.  It wasn’t aggressive or dangerous, but it did send a shiver down your spine.  His pupils were lust blown already, “baby…the red dot that usually blinks when it’s recording isn’t on…let me out…I wanna play doctor with you.”

“Hmm,” you teased as you put the key on the tray and reached across the bed.  Your fingers grazed over the blankets, and you untucked him from bed.  On your way back up the length of him, your nails danced along his bare legs and over the medical gown he wore.  He gave another low growl, and you noticed his cock twitching to life beneath the thin fabric, “you wanna play doctor, hmmm?”

“You’re playing with fire, sunshine…” he warned, his voice husky and low, “you want to play this game…and we can, but you know if you get me riled up, you’ll be trying not to limp out of here in the morning…”

Your thighs clenched together at the thought.  But you smiled and crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs.  You reached for him and lifted his gown, making the material bunch up on his abdomen.  Then your hand reached forward and wrapped around his length. 

He took another sharp breath in as your hand gently squeezed his girthy member. 

“Shit, angel…I love it when you touch me…”

“And what about this?” you teased, angling yourself on one of his thick thighs.  Your hips rocked, and you knew the way his eyes lit up that he could feel just how much of your wetness soaked through your thong.

“Baby…” he groaned, his eyes closing ever so slightly.  His hands reached forward, wanting to grab you, but were stopped by his cuffs.  His eyes snapped open, and he huffed, “let me go pumpkin…I wanna play with my little doc…”

“Lloyd,” you moaned softly, ignoring his pleas.  He groaned, huffing once more as your hips continued to rock against his thigh, your core riding the thick, toned muscles.  Your hand began to pick up pace, stroking his now fully hardened length, “Lloyd…I want to ride you…”

“You’re not on the pill, baby…” he growled, reminding you of your own errors, “We can’t…”

“I-I have condoms…in my purse…”

His brow raised, “Y-You do?”

You nodded, “I-I always carry some…just in case we had a day where the cameras went out.”

“You naughty little minx,” he smirked, “go get em…and you can ride me all night, sweetheart…”

“Yeah?”

He nodded, and you let go of his member.  He sighed, his head falling back to the pillow while you raced out of the room more excited than a teenage girl.  Snatching the foil package from your purse, you were shocked when you came back. 

You hadn’t been gone more than 30 seconds.

But Lloyd had managed to get the key off the medical tray and free himself from the cuffs. 

Your throat went dry with the way he looked at you.

‘You thought those could hold me, princess?” he smirked, like a demon straight from hell, “you left the keys right there when you were grabbing the protection…did you really think I wouldn’t get out?”

“L-Lloyd…”

He licked his lips and made a come hither motion towards you, “I get to play doctor, sweetheart…you get to be the inmate cuffed to the bed…”

Your thighs clenched again, the excitement firing off every synapse in your body, “I-I…”

“Be a good girl, pumpkin,” Lloyd coaxed as he stood up and made his way towards you.  The cuffs warbled on the edge of his finger as he stalked over, “and just maybe I won’t ruin that pretty little pussy of yours…not all the way, anyways…”

Your mouth opened and you tried to think of something to say to him. 

“Come on, sweetheart…say something smart so I can fuck your brains out and leave you aching in the morning…”

“C-can we skip the condoms?” you asked timidly, “I-I wanna feel you…really…feel you.”

“I don’t know if I’d be able to pull out in time,” he warned gently, his finger tipping your chin up so that you were looking him directly in the eyes, “and anyways…I promised Jensen he’d get to breed that sweet little cunt of yours first…”

“Wh-what?”

“Oh, sweetie…when we get out of here…we have so many plans…and they don’t involve you coming back…so get your little doctoring out of the way while we’re locked up…because me and Jensen are going to keep you nice and occupied when we’re free…and that’s a promise.”

Chapter 6

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