bakerstreet | Florence Nightingale Effect Meme

Florence Nightingale Effect Meme

1. Previously aloof tough character gets injured, lets the love interest treat their injuries, and reveals a newfound trust and intimacy. This might or might not involve the tough person making that hissing sound when the love interest touches their injured face, but not quite pulling away...

2. The love interest gets injured, and the tough character treats them and suddenly reveals a tender side.

It's an old trope, admittedly, but an understandable one. You're hurt - physically or emotionally - and perhaps even on the brink of death. And then, out of the blue, someone saves you and brings you back. They heal you, they feed you, cloth you, wash you. In the human mind, the intimacies can bring up warm feelings, even in the hardest of hearts. Will you fight them or let them grow? And what about when it's time to leave? You may not feel like leaving your angel...

HOW TO PLAY
1. Comment with your character and preferences. Mention if you'd prefer to play the healer or the healed - or both, for greatest versatility!
2. Reply to others.

NOT EXACTLY PROMPTS, BUT IDEAS

- The finding and saving
- The hurt/comfort care process, I.E. cleaning wounds, bathing, wrapping bandages, etc.
- Feeding, finding clothes, etc.
- Mother hen behavior ("you're still hurt, don't do that!")
- Comforting from trauma
- Unwilling patient
- Pulling away, trying to be all aloof
- Realization of growing emotions
- Denial
- Attempts to instigate something more
- Jealousy at seeing your savior with someone else
- Confessions
- Mutual attraction
- First (accidental or no) kiss
- Obligatory sex scene option
- Make your own scene

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After seeing the coverage of the invasion on the news, Betty had packed up her things, and headed for New York as soon as she could get away. Obviously, someone had gone out of their way to find Bruce and persuade him to join the Avengers for a very good reason, but Betty wasn't one to wait and see what happened in the aftermath. Nor had she cared what they thought of her showing up uninvited and unannounced. She'd just marched up to the tower, dropped her credentials, and asked when they wanted her to start working. Because she knew that they were going to need her.

And here she was.

"See," she said. Her voice was almost playful as she leaned an elbow on the counter, swabbing Bruce' hand after a minor incident in the lab. "This is why I left Virginia."

Edited 2015-11-22 20:17 (UTC)

Betty had been on his mind a lot, lately. As he came closer and closer to being able to control the Hulk, closer and closer to being able to live, at least part time, normally, he thought about her more. If you could call living around the Avengers to be normal. Still, and all, he had almost called her multiple times. And when the war was over...

he was missing her, a lot.

When she arrived, he had just dropped his bag in his room, and when Jarvis announced her arrival, to him. he grinned.

Now, less than a week later, he found himself unable to stop grinning. Even if the grin was a little forced with the way his hand hurt, a lot. Silly alien technology had not responded to a simple scientific probe of exploration. But Betty, well, she was there, and she was as gentle as she was commanding. And he just couldn't stop grinning.

"Because you knew I'd get hurt? Because you wanted to hold my hand? Or because you knew every time I felt your touch it aroused me?" He smiled innocently at her.

Betty might not know much about alien tech, but accidents could happen in any laboratory, and she did know plenty about first aid. This wasn't their first collaboration, after all. With any luck, it wouldn't be their last.

She felt her cheeks flush at Bruce' questions, but she just said, "Yes," and continued to administer the topical antiseptic and analgesic. When she was finished, she carefully applied a bandage, and then looked up. "Is any of that going to be a problem?"

Bruce grinned a little wider, eyes warm. "Not at all. I was hoping you might say something like that. Because all of it is true of me, too." His eyes might just have been a little darker. and one of his hands might just have taken one of hers in his, thumb stroking over her smooth but strong hand.

She was an amazing person, and a genius who was rivaled by few others. And she made him melt, every damn time he saw her.

"You still do good work, Betty." He glanced down at the bandage, then up at her. "You've got a very... stimulating touch."

Betty held his hand, enjoying the quiet moment, and the connection. It was nice to be able to set aside the worries, and the deadlines, even if only for a little while. After all, there were some things that just couldn't be rushed. They had to be discovered and understood over time.

"Is that so?" she asked, lowering her voice as she leaned in a little closer. Not that anyone was listening in. It just seemed to suit the moment. "Perhaps when we've finished our other work, we should make time to explore this theory in depth."

The closeness, the sheer sound of her voice, made him shiver, and he smiled slowly. "I think we should. I've been working on my control, and meditation, these last few months." His eyes flicked to her hands, and the rest of her, and then back to her eyes as he took a long slow breath.

"I approve of any experiment that involves you."

"Good," she said, "Then we're in agreement." She kissed his cheek, and then leaned back slightly, smiling. They still probably had a lot of catching up to do, but it was nice being able to spend time with him again, both on, and off the clock. "Once we wrap things up here, maybe we can order up some dinner, and relax, while we work out the details of this experiment."

"We are, indeed." His hands kept a hold on hers, anyway. They had a lot of talking, and catching up, and talking, to do. But he couldn't help how visceral and alive she made him feel, and yet, even now, he knew he was far more in control than he had been.

"I think that's a wise choice. The pizza at Carlos' is almost as good at the place we used to love." He winked at her. So many memories there.

Then he sat back, slowly releasing her hands. "I should finish getting cleaned up, then we can finish this little experiment, and move on to our own one."

"All right," said Betty, straightening up and smoothing out her lab coat as Bruce released her hands. They did have a lot of memories together, didn't they? And, she hoped, a lot more in the making. "That sounds perfect."

She put away the first aid kit, and the two of them went back to the day's work.

Bruce got to work with her a few minutes later, and when it was all done, just an hour later, he was glad she was there. Her insights and help had made what could have been a much harder set of work go very quickly and well.

He grinned at her as he stripped away his gloves finally, and moved over to the bio-bath to wash. "Now, shower, then food and talking?"

His grin might be just a touch naughty. "Or showering while talking, then food?"

"Oh! Well..." Betty smiled back at him, laughing, and feeling warm all over. "If that's one of the options." It wasn't as if she objected to sharing a shower with him, if he thought it was feasible. "But you better not be teasing me. You know how I get when you tease."

He sobered and smiled softly. "Not teasing." He extended his hand to her. "As long as we talk, too. I'm amenable to some experimentation along the way." His grin was warmer, yet as he felt his emotions surge, but stay in control. Within every word, every move, the anger rumbled and rolled, but this was normal, and he was one with it.

"No teasing." His eyes were dark and warm. "Shall we?" And there was the lightest of kisses.

"Yes," she said, letting her hand rest in his, and following his lead. She liked to think she knew him better than most, but he knew himself, and Hulk, and he knew their limits. And she trusted him. "Talking is good."

She wouldn't let her excitement to get in the way of communication.

He led the way to his quarters, with a stop by hers for some clothing, whether or not it would be needed, and then to his shower and bath room. Stepping in and drawing her in, he was glad the tower was able to manage very warm insides compared to the temperature outside. "I missed you. It took me a very long time to even get close to control, and then to figure out what that meant."

He let go of her hands, and kissed her, then without stepping back, reached back to turn on the water in the shower, and then started undressing. "And when you showed up. Well... I knew I was ready to finally have this talk."

Betty leaned into the kiss, savoring its slow and gentle warmth. There had always been chemistry between them, and she was pleased to know that hadn't changed. But they had the opportunity now to develop an even deeper understanding of one another, and what made each of them tick, and she couldn't help but be drawn to that as well.

"I missed you, too," she told him, slipping out of her clothes, and folding them neatly aside. "I debated with myself the whole way, thinking, what if you're not ready? What if things have changed? What if my hunch was wrong? But I knew, once I got here, I'd have my answers soon enough."

Watching her even as he undressed, he was amazed again at how beautiful she was, and how patient with him. And also how they both folded their clothing nearly identically. "You dd the right thing. I'm sorry I didn't reach out before. By the time my control started getting better the whole world seemed to be coming apart at the seams."

One hand reached out to stroke her side, to touch her skin. The touch of her and the look of her made him almost whimper as he stepped backward toward the shower. And also made his cock start rising, harder and faster than normal. He took long breaths as he smiled.

"Then let's get to asking questions and discovering answers." Once again, he offered her his hand, standing under the water as it flowed down his body. His shower was big, Hulk-sized, just in case, so there was plenty of room for them both.

"I don't blame you," she said, drinking in his presence, and the sight of him. She'd missed this. All of it. "It's not as if you've had much downtime, since you got back. I just...I felt like I should be here for you."

She took his hand, and stepped under the water, blinking as it collected on her lashes. "Is there anything I should know right away? Besides the fact that this is obviously very...arousing...for both of us?" It wasn't a very specific question, or a scientific one, but she hoped it would at least open up the discussion if Bruce had any immediate concerns.

"I'm glad you did. I don't know if I would have gotten the guts up to cal;l for awhile." He had missed her so, and the sheer power of her presence was making him feel almost giddy, but not out of control.

"Anything you should know now, ah... I've pushed my limits as much as I could alone and achieved orgasm myself, but not had a partner to see if it could be done that way. So, this is still unsure. That way." But he pulled her close and kissed her, then pulled back.

"Hmmm. We should figure out what form of experiment we want to do. Did I ever tell you that you have a beautiful smile? And ass, too. But a beautiful smile, for sure." He flushed a little.

"Well, there's a first time for everything," said Betty, smiling as they moved together, and flowed apart, like some kind of dance. Somehow, even after having been separated for a time, it felt natural to share their space, and their thoughts with one another.

"It's been a while since you've used those words, specifically," she said, "So...thank you. You look like you've kept in shape yourself." She let her eyes linger over his physique for a moment, then brought them back to his face. His eyes always seemed keen, yet gentle to her, like his words, and his voice. "As for experimentation, I suppose the logical progression would be to explore the bases as if it really was our first time, and see how comfortable you feel before proceeding to the next step."

"You're welcome." The patience she showed, alongside the fact that she was so attractive he felt like he could explode, made him smile. "Good idea. Base one, naked shower make-outs?"

He grinned. Her being this close had him even harder, and full, now. He stepped in, then, and kissed her again, letting hands settle to her now-wet hips as he let himself enjoy the kiss, aware for any signs of problems, but feeling calm beyond the excitement.

Finally, he broke the kiss and spoke again when he could. "There should be appropriate cool-down times, between bases, I suppose, to allow for proper scientific judgment."

Betty laughed softly, nodding her agreement as she stepped into his arms. They'd probably skipped a step or two before the nakedness, but it was as good a place to start as any. She let her eyes close as she returned the kiss, feeling warm, and as relaxed as could be expected with her body pressed against his, making her very much aware of his physical state.

"Yes," she said, splaying her fingers across his chest. "I suppose you're right about that. I'll do my best to be attentive, and not get carried away."

"And I, the same. Even if I just want to carry you to that wall and skip to the last base... multiple times." He swallowed, then kissed her lightly, stroking her hair. "Sorry. I didn't mean to tease. I think I just teased myself, too." He laughed.

Even holding her felt good, the heat of her body against his, the hot water rolling over them, the way her silky soft skin pressed against his cock and made him whimper down low under his breath... and finally he pushed back, against the far wall, stepping back from her, and breathing, and grinning.

"NO emergencies, but to keep this slow, I'm going to need a moment."

"We'll get there," Betty said, to reassure herself as much as Bruce. She knew they both intended, or at least had a very strong desire, to follow through. "Eventually."

For now, it was enough to know that they were making progress. Or at least that's what she told herself as she let Bruce move back to catch his breath. "It's all right," she said, running her fingers through her hair and lifting it off the back of her neck as she reached for the shampoo. "I'll just give you a few minutes while I wash my hair. Just let me know if it's too...uh...visually stimulating."

"We will." He did his hair as well, and washed a little, and watched her, smirking. "Oh, but I think I can handle it if you... are stimulating." Then he chuckled, blushing.

"There was that one time in school, when you were doing your hair, and kept bending forward to work on it? That? That was stimulating. Very, very stimulating."

He smirked and reached out to ever so slightly stroke her breasts, before just resting to watch her.

With her hands full of lather, she smiled, and leaned into his touch a little as she shampooed. "You mean like this?" she asked, bending at the waist to gather her hair over her shoulders and rinse the soap through to the ends. "Or was I facing this way?"

She turned her back to him, and tipped her head forward under the spray to finish washing it out. "Cause I feel like I can get into some pretty odd contortions when I'm doing my hair."

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