The Homeopathys Legacy
16
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NOAH'S POV
The air inside Lena’s clinic feels charged tonight, as if the storm outside hasn’t just settled over Portside Bay but seeped into the very walls of this place. The steady hum of rain against the windows is rhythmic, soothing even, but it only amplifies the chaos brewing inside me. My pulse is all over the place, wild and erratic, and no matter how many times I try to steady it, it’s not working.
Lena sits cross-legged on the floor, her attention fixed on an ancient-looking book spread open in her lap. She’s been like this for the past twenty minutes—silent, focused, her fingers brushing the weathered pages as though the answers to everything are hidden in the faded ink. The way her brow furrows in concentration, the slight movement of her lips as she silently reads, pulls me in deeper with every second.
It’s mesmerizing to watch her. She’s so absorbed in whatever she’s reading, unaware of the way the lamplight casts a soft glow over her, making her dark hair shimmer like strands of silk, cascading around her face in a way that makes my chest tighten. The curve of her neck, the graceful arch of her back as she leans slightly forward—there’s a softness to her that I can’t stop noticing, but it’s more than that. It’s the way she fits in this space. She owns it. She belongs here, in this quiet world that feels so profoundly hers. The jars of herbs lining the shelves, the handwritten notes tacked to the corkboard, the scent of lavender and sage that clings to the air like a whisper of her essence. It’s all her—grounded, real, unapologetically herself.
I shift in my chair, my body tight with the tension building between us. My gaze drifts to my own hands, the crisp, sterile notes in my grip a harsh contrast to the soft, flowing energy of Lena’s world. I’ve spent my life in a world of facts, in labs, in environments where emotions have no place. But here I am, sitting across from her, caught between my own rigid structure and the pull of something raw, something instinctual that I can’t deny. There’s a magnetic force between us that’s impossible to ignore, and it’s only getting stronger.
“Did you always know this was what you wanted to do?” I ask suddenly, the words slipping out before I can stop them. I can’t help myself. The curiosity is there, sharp and consuming, but it’s more than that. It’s the way she makes me feel, the way she makes me want to feel more, experience more.
She looks up, startled for a moment, before her expression softens, and I watch her lips part just slightly, like she’s about to say something—but she doesn’t. Her eyes, those dark, unreadable eyes, meet mine, and it’s like time slows. I see the way her breath catches, the way her gaze flickers to my mouth before quickly returning to my eyes, and I feel it. That pull. That tension.
“Holistic healing?” she asks, her voice soft, thoughtful, as if she’s weighing my question, considering it in a way that makes me want to get closer to her.
I nod, leaning back in my chair, trying to keep some semblance of control, but it’s slipping through my fingers. “Yeah. This... way of approaching things. It’s not exactly conventional.”
My words hang in the air between us, but it’s not the conversation I’m focused on. It’s her. The way her body shifts, the way her fingers gently stroke the pages of the book, her posture open, inviting. The air is thick with everything unsaid. And I wonder if she feels it too—the heat that lingers between us, the silent wish that I could be the one to close the space between us.
I want to kiss her again. I want to feel her lips against mine, soft and desperate, like nothing else matters. But it’s not just about the kiss. It’s about more. I know that if I kiss her again, I won’t be able to stop. My hands will want more. My body will want more. And I’m not sure I’m ready to let it go that far... but I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself if she wants it too.
The moment stretches on, thick and charged, and I wait for her to make the first move. But maybe that’s the problem—I’m waiting for her when I should be taking control, taking what I’ve wanted from the moment she walked into my life.
She smiles faintly, closing the book and setting it aside. “I didn’t plan it, if that’s what you’re asking. When I was younger, I thought I’d follow a more traditional path. Medicine, maybe. Or research. Something that felt... established.”
“And what changed?”
Her gaze drifts to the shelves behind me, to the rows of carefully labeled jars and vials. “My grandmother,” she says softly. “She taught me that healing isn’t just about the body. It’s about the soul, too. The mind. The connections we make with ourselves and each other.”
I study her, the quiet conviction in her voice stirring something deep inside me. “That’s a lot of responsibility to take on.”
“It is,” she admits, meeting my gaze. “But it’s also what makes it worth it. When someone walks through that door, scared and unsure, and they leave with hope? There’s nothing like it.”
Her words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, and I find myself leaning forward without realizing it. “You care about this place more than anyone I’ve ever met,” I say, my voice quieter now. “It’s not just a job to you. It’s personal.”
“Because it is,” she replies, her eyes searching mine. “This town, these people—they’re not just patients to me. They’re family. And I can’t stand the thought of Reyes, or anyone else, taking that away.”
Her passion is magnetic, and for a moment, I forget why I’m even here. All I can focus on is her—on the fire in her voice, the determination in her eyes, the way her presence fills every corner of this room.
I clear my throat, trying to shift the energy between us before it consumes me. “I’m not sure I’ll ever understand it the way you do,” I admit. “But I can see why it matters to you. And for what it’s worth, I think your grandmother would be proud.”
Her lips curve into a small, almost shy smile, and for a moment, the air feels lighter. “Thank you,” she says softly.
But then her expression shifts, her gaze turning curious. “What about you?” she asks. “Why do you do what you do? Is it just about redemption?”
The question catches me off guard, and I hesitate, unsure how to put it into words. “It started that way,” I admit. “After Emily... after everything that happened, I needed to prove to myself that I wasn’t the person they made me out to be. That I could do better.”
“And now?”
I exhale slowly, my eyes dropping to the table. “Now it’s about more than that. It’s about making sure no one else has to go through what I did. What she did. It’s about creating something good in a world that feels like it’s constantly falling apart.”
When I glance back up, Lena is watching me with an intensity that makes my chest tighten. She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t need to. Her eyes tell me everything I need to know—that she understands, in a way I never expected.
The silence between us stretches, thick with unspoken words, until finally, Lena rises from her spot on the floor. She moves to the counter, her movements fluid and unhurried as she begins preparing tea.
The scent of chamomile and honey fills the room as Lena hands me a steaming mug of tea. Her fingers brush against mine for just a second, but the contact is enough to send a current of awareness straight through me. She sits across from me at the small kitchen table, her gaze meeting mine briefly before she looks away, her cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink.
I couldn't take my eyes off Lena as she moved gracefully around the kitchen, preparing the tea. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, and the scent of chamomile and honey filled the air, adding to her allure. I was drawn to her from the moment we met, but now, after weeks of knowing her, the attraction was becoming harder to ignore.
"You seem deep in thought," she said, breaking the silence as she placed the mug of tea in front of me. Her touch was gentle, and I felt electricity where her fingers grazed my hand. I looked up, meeting her gaze, and saw a mix of curiosity and something else—something that made my heart race.
"Just thinking about your question," I replied, my voice hoarse with desire. I wanted to be honest with her, to tell her how much she intrigued me, but I struggled to find the right words. "Redemption is part of it, but it's not the whole story."
Lena's eyes searched mine, as if she was trying to decipher my thoughts. "What is the whole story then?" she asked softly. "What drives you to build this hospital?"
I took a sip of the hot tea, buying myself a moment to gather my thoughts. "It's about making a difference," I began, setting the mug down. "After losing a patient on my operating table, I felt like I had failed. I needed to prove that I could save lives, that I could make a real impact."
"And you think building this hospital will do that?" Lena's voice was steady, but I could sense her skepticism.
"It's not just about the hospital," I said, leaning forward, my elbows resting on the table. "It's about the people. The patients who need help, the families who are suffering. I want to give them hope, Lena. I want to offer them a chance at a better life."
As I spoke, Lena's expression softened. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "I understand that desire to help. It's what drives me too, in my own way.”
"But our methods are so different," I said, my voice laced with frustration. "I don't understand your resistance to modern medicine. It's proven, it's effective."
Lena smiled, a sad smile that made my heart ache. "I know you don't understand, Noah. And I can't expect you to. But for me, healing is about more than just treating symptoms. It's about connecting with the earth, with nature. It's a holistic approach, one that considers the mind, body, and spirit."
I found myself leaning closer, drawn to her passion. "I can see that it works for you, Lena. Your methods, your connection with nature. It's... captivating."
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, breaking our intense gaze. "It's not just about me. It's about helping others, just like you. But I believe there are different paths to healing."
"Maybe we're not as different as we think," I whispered, my voice low and rough. I reached out, my hand brushing against hers, and this time, she didn't pull away. "Maybe we can find a way to bridge the gap between our worlds."
Lena's breath caught, and she turned her hand, entwining her fingers with mine. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "About that kiss we shared. I couldn't stop wondering what it would be like to explore that further."
My heart pounded in my chest, and I knew I wanted her, needed her, in a way I had never desired anyone before. "I want to explore it too," I said, my voice thick with desire. "I want to know every inch of you, Lena. I want to learn your secrets, understand your passion."
Without another word, I stood and pulled her up from her chair. Our bodies were close, and I could feel the heat radiating from her. I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing against her soft skin. Lena's eyes fluttered shut, and I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine.
The kiss was electric. It started softly, a gentle exploration, but quickly intensified as our tongues danced and our breaths mingled. I tasted the sweetness of the tea on her lips, and it only fueled my desire. My hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, pressing our bodies together. I could feel the softness of her curves against my hardness, and I groaned into her mouth.
Lena's hands were in my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she pulled me closer. She responded to my kiss with equal fervor, her body moving against mine in a sensuous rhythm. I slid my hands down her back, cupping her firm buttocks, and lifted her, pressing her against the kitchen counter.
She gasped as I ground my hips into hers, the hard length of my erection pressing against her through our clothes. I wanted to feel her, skin to skin, and I began to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing her delicate lace bra and the swell of her breasts.
"Noah," she breathed, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. "We shouldn't..."
"Shh," I whispered, silencing her protests with another kiss. My lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. I unhooked her bra, and her breasts spilled into my waiting hands. I teased her nipples with my thumbs, watching them pebble and grow hard under my touch.
Lena's head fell back, and she moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. I suckled her nipples, one after the other, my free hand sliding up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. Her skin was like silk, and I wanted to feel all of her.
"Please," she whispered, her breath coming in short gasps. "I need more."
I smiled against her skin, my lips moving to her ear. "More is exactly what you'll get, Lena. I'm just getting started."
With that, I lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs wide. I knelt between them, my hands exploring her inner thighs, inching closer to the heat I could feel radiating from her core. I kissed her through her panties, savoring the taste of her arousal.
"So wet," I murmured, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh. "I want to taste you, Lena. I want to make you come with my mouth."
Her hands were in my hair again, urging me on. I hooked my fingers under her panties and slowly slid them down her legs, revealing all of her. Lena was beautiful, her pussy plump and pink, already glistening with desire.
I blew gently on her exposed clit, making her shiver, and then I dove in, my tongue flicking and probing, tasting her sweetness. Lena arched her back, her hands gripping the counter tightly as I licked and sucked, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh God, Noah," she cried out, her hips bucking against my mouth. "I'm close, so close."
I increased the pace, my tongue working her clit relentlessly, and Lena's orgasm crashed over her. She cried out my name, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her. I didn't stop, continuing to lap at her sensitive flesh, wanting to prolong her ecstasy.
Finally, she pushed my head away, her breath ragged. "Enough, please," she pleaded, her body still quivering.
I stood, my erection straining against my pants, and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. "Not nearly enough," I whispered against her mouth. "I want to feel you around me, Lena. I want to be inside you."
Lena's eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips swollen from our kisses. She reached for the zipper of my pants, her hands shaking slightly. "Then take me," she said, her voice husky. "I'm yours."
I helped her slide off the counter, my hands under her thighs, and carried her to the bed in the back office. I laid her down on the bed, my eyes feasting on her naked body. Lena was breathtaking, her skin glowing in the soft light, her breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath.
I quickly shed my clothes, unable to wait any longer. My cock was hard and throbbing, aching to be inside her. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs, and slowly entered her, inch by inch.
Lena was tight and warm, her walls clenching around me as I slid deeper. I paused, giving her a moment to adjust, before beginning a slow, steady rhythm. I watched her face, her eyes fluttering open, her lips parted pleasure.
"You feel so good," I groaned, my voice hoarse. "So tight around me, Lena."
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me to go deeper. I obliged, thrusting harder, my hips meeting hers in a primal dance. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, our skin slick with sweat.
Lena's hands roamed my back, her nails digging into my skin, leaving marks of passion. I leaned down, capturing her nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting gently as I continued to thrust.
"Yes, Noah," she cried out, her voice hoarse and raw. "Harder, please. I'm close again."
I did as she asked, driving into her without hesitation, my own release building with every stroke. Lena's body tensed beneath me, and I felt her walls clench around me as she came, her orgasm rippling through her. The sensation was too much, and I followed her over the edge, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself into her.
We lay there, entangled in each other's arms, our hearts pounding in unison. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, savoring the taste of her.
"That was..." Lena began, her voice breathless.
"Incredible," I finished for her, rolling onto my side to face her. "You're incredible, Lena. I've never felt this way before."
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "I know the feeling. I've been wanting this, wanting you, since that first kiss."
I traced her bottom lip with my thumb, my heart swelling with emotion. "I'm glad you're ready now. I want to be with you, Lena. I want to explore this connection between us."
Lena's eyes softened, and she leaned up to kiss me. "Then let's not waste any more time," she whispered against my mouth. "Let's start right here, right now."
And so we did. We spent the rest of the night and the early hours of the morning exploring each other's bodies, learning each other's desires. We made love with a passion and intensity that left us both breathless and satisfied.