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You don’t think much about your cervix when you have a farm to run. You didn’t think much of it before either, if you’re being honest.
Maru was the one who brought it up when you were stopping by the clinic to return your wrist brace that you had gotten a week prior because of an incident with your pickaxe. She asks you about one of your surveys from the last physical you had gotten, and turns her clipboard in your direction, sliding it across the counter.
"You left all of this information blank. Was that a mistake, or do you not know?" Maru questions, pointing her finger to the black boxes with nothing written inside of them.
You rub the back of your neck as it is getting a bit warm, "Yeah— uhm. I don’t know. I really haven’t gotten— that type of checkup in.."
"A year, I hope?" She tilts her head, her eyebrows pulling together with concern.
"Maybe two? It might be three but I—"
Maru lets out a low whistle at your words and she’s quick to take the clipboard back and turn her head back to the clock.
"Well," She says lightly, "Harvey is free for an hour and you desperately need to be examined. It’s important for this type of thing to be done annually, okay?"
You nod quickly. "Yeah, yeah, of course."
"Come 'round back with me, I’ll let him know. Won’t take too long, anyways." She chirps, smiling and walking backwards past the door behind the counter.
You follow Maru down the familiar hallway to the cramped exam room. You sit up on the cot and smile at Harvey, who was already on his little wheeled stool. There’s a couple of papers on the small counter in the room, next to the sink and box of tissues.
Maru leans down and whispers in the doctor's ear and you avoid looking in their direction out of embarrassment. You trust Harvey a whole lot more than the others in this town, he really was the only one who you had built a real relationship with in your first couple years. Once Maru leaves the room, you’re left alone with him.
“Hey there, farmer.” Dr. Harvey offers with a wide smile that wrinkles the skin around his eyes. He’s taken his emerald green coat off and his tie is a bit loose under the collar of his button up. “Maru had some concerns because you haven’t had a pelvic exam in sometime. Is that right?”
Your cheeks flush. Not because he’s started to pull lavender colored rubber gloves onto his hands, and they get a little stuck because of the size of said hands. Just because you're nervous. Not because he’s sexy. Or anything.
His glasses slide down his nose a tad as he does this, causing him to shift his shoulder up enough next to his cheek so he could maneuver the frames back in place. You should probably answer his question.
You squeeze your thighs together and clear your throat, nodding at him. “Yeah. I know I should’ve got one but it went over my head.” You chuckle because of the nerves, “And I didn’t really know if there was any gyno anywhere near here. And obviously I didn’t want to just— ask you , not that I think you’re not qualified or anything it would just be a bit awkward and I didn’t know you that well and—”
A laugh erupts from Harvey’s throat, making your word waterfall stop pouring. “It’s alright. I understand.” He says in a genuine tone. “I will inform you that there is a clinic in Zuzu city. If you would rather see someone that is specifically working in reproductive health.”
You inhale sharply. “Well.. you know how to—.. like— do everything, right? For the exam, I mean.”
Harvey nods. “Yes. I know my way around.”
You bite the inside of your bottom lip, moving a hand up from where it rested on your thigh to your knee.
“Okay.” Your voice cracks. You nod quickly to break up the heat rushing to your head, to stop yourself from thinking, or worse saying anything dumb in response to his words.
“Then I’m fine with you doing it.”
“Great.” Harvey says. Like he’s a bit eager. “I’m going to grab some certain items for the exam.” He smiles. “There is a scrub gown inside of that drawer. Please take everything waist down off and put that on.”
Then you are all by yourself in that little drafty room. You rub your face, trying to shake away all the nerves and wipe the red off of the apples of your cheeks. When Maru told you Harvey could do your pelvic exam, you weren’t really thinking about the technical details. He’s going to see me, you think to yourself while tugging your boots off. All of me , while you’re folding your jeans up on the cot and hiding your underwear away in one of the layers of the fold.
He’s going to touch me. The nape of your neck gets hot. You straighten out your spine, taking a deep breath in and thanking yourself for showering that morning.
He walks in just after you have settled yourself back on the medical bed, the gown covering your now bare skin. It takes a little for him to speak. Harvey has a square table with him that is on wheels. He rolls it to the end of the bed where his stool sits and your legs are sat over the edge.
“You can lay down,” He says, his voice a lot lower than earlier. He’s relaxed, breathing slowly. You wish you could be so calm about this.
You follow his instructions, lying your head on the part of the cot that was tilted up. Harvey adjusts his gloves before looking up to you through the panes of his glasses. “I’m just going to look first, and then I’ll have a feel. Are you okay?”
You swallow the lump in your throat, nodding. “Yeah. I’m— I’m good.”
His lips curl up just a bit before his eyes droop lower. He has you place your feet on the corners of the cot.
“A bit closer, dear.” He mutters, tapping your thigh lightly.
You swear you’re pulsing. You slide your hips a bit further down on the bed, so you’re closer. You flutter your eyes shut. He’s so close now.
You know you're wet. And he has to notice too, because he parts your lips with his thumb and the tip of his glove gets slick. You inhale sharply when he touches you. It’s not unprofessional in any means, he is simply examining you like a regular gynecologist would, but you’re still on the verge of coming on his table.
“Everything looks beautiful,” Harvey says, pulling his hands away. Beautiful.
“I’m going to feel inside now, okay?” He chirps, so calmly, grabbing a small tube of lubricant from his tray.
You stumble over words, your voice cracking a bit. You pray he doesn’t notice and if he does that he keeps it to himself.
“Inside?” You swallow.
Harvey nods. He squeezes a generous amount of lube onto his index and middle finger, “I need to check on all of the parts of your reproductive system. I’m just going to slide these two fingers inside, and then press down on your stomach, so I can feel where everything is.” He presses the tips of his fingers against your entrance.
“Is that okay? Would you like to take a break?”
You are quick to shake your head. Please don’t stop , you yearn to tell him. You exhale shakily. “No. That sounds— good.” Good? “Okay. It sounds fine.”
You hear a small breath from Harvey, almost like a chuckle. God, he has to know. He has to know that you’re usually not this wet. Not usually this nervous around him, not usually someone who trips over their words. He pushes against you again, and your body gives resistance. You open your eyes, and you catch the little furrow of his brows.
“I’ll just use one.” Harvey whispers.
You clench and his eyes glance up at you. He inhales like he’s getting ready to say something, but he doesn’t. He just pushes his finger inside of you, all the way past the first knuckle. Your stomach rises and falls quickly, your breathing becoming noticeable in the silence between you and Harvey.
He looks up to you and you curse him internally for it. He looks so good— his adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows, his sleeves rolled up on his arms. He doesn’t seem like a built guy, but his biceps are thick, the bunch of muscles flexing when he moves his finger deeper.
He opens his mouth to speak after you let out the tiniest noise, “Are you—”
“I’m fine.” Your voice is whine-y. You’re so fucked.
“Yes. I can tell that, I just mean..” Harvey trails off, retracting his finger. “Would you like me to touch you differently?”
You almost faint. Your eyes blow wide at him and your tongue feels like iron in your mouth. You watch him peel off his gloves and roll backwards on his stool, turning the lock on the door next to him. He stands up, his fingers treading across your ankle so gently it makes a shiver run down your spine.
“I would like to.” Harvey whispers. “If you want me to.”
He takes his hands and slides them around to the front of your thighs, pulling you closer, so when he leans down you’re face to face. “You hear me?” He asks and that’s when you remember how to function, nodding quickly, not able to contain the eagerness you felt.
“I want you to say it.” He tells you and you can’t wrap your head around how he’s so calm. “You tell me you want me and I can push back this appointment for another time. It can just be you and me, darling , if that’s what you want.”
“Harvey, please, ” You start, and that’s all he needed to hear. He grips your thighs a bit tighter, pulling you all the way to the edge of the exam bed and dropping one knee to the ground.
He’s quick to push your gown up on your stomach so he can see you properly.
“I’ve been thinking about you more recently,” Harvey’s breath falls hot against your cunt. “It’s difficult to focus. You always look so sweet when you visit in the mornings.” He kisses the inside of your thigh so gently that you don’t have to wonder if he’s telling the truth.
“I like seeing you,” He inhales your scent.
“I like staring at you, ” He admits, kissing the seam of your pussy. “I have not felt the way you make me feel for a very long time.” His mustache rubs against your sensitive skin and makes your toes curl inside of your socks.
His tongue finally darts out of his mouth and he licks up to your clit, his lips closing down around it, making your breath hitch. One of his hands travels up to find yours where it grips the cot and he takes it, slotting his fingers with yours while he sucks.
“Harv— Harvey,” You stutter, rendered speechless from his mouth.
“You have to keep quiet.” He mumbles, his voice muffled. He laps up all of the wetness that he had caused. He moans into your skin, at the taste, the feeling of you twitching and squeezing when he finally slides his tongue inside of you.
“ God, ” You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand. Your hips lift off of the cot and you whimper, the tip of his nose bumping your clit. It’s good, really good , but you want more. Need more.
“Harvey, mm— put.. put your..” You whisper, screwing your eyes shut. “Fingers— ah.. put your fingers back—”
He nods, but not enough for it to deter his mouth from devouring you. He moves his lips to your clit again, sucking, while he circles your hole with his middle finger teasingly. He doesn’t like begging though, so he doesn’t make you wait long. He gives you what you want, moving his finger deep in you, crooking it upwards just a bit so he can figure out where that little sensitive spot is.
“ Mmohmygod —” You mutter under your breath and your thighs move around your head and he smiles against your cunt. Right there. He rubs it, pumping his finger in and out, an easy action because of how soaked you were.
Your eyes started to water and your stomach turned and twisted, your lips open and your jaw locked. Harvey loved your little whimpers and your curses, the way your hips rocked slowly, rubbing across his lips and chin, making a mess of his facial hair.
“Good,” He grunts, adding another finger, stretching you out so nicely. “So good,” You can barely hear his praises over the sound of your own thoughts, the rush of pleasure that makes your heart beat so fast you worry you’re going to faint. You’re close now, your voice rising in pitch.
Harvey flattens out his tongue against your clit, letting go of your hand and moving his own to your hip, guiding your choppy ruts so you could help yourself. He kept thrusting his fingers, fastening the pace, growling softly when you tug on his hair. He flutters his pretty brown eyes open, staring up at you with his eyebrows turned up and his mouth curled in a grin. That’s all it takes for you to come, your orgasm rushing through you like a flood, your cunt clenching around his fingers tight.
You bite your bottom lip, your face scrunching up and your thighs tightening around his head. You groan, laying your head back, mumbling curses and plea’s and Harvey, Harvey, Harvey. Like a prayer.
He hums and you feel vibrations across your skin. You untangle his hands from your hair and he barely even moves, on to pepper kisses over your clit and down to where he had removed his fingers, lapping up the rest of your wetness. He sighs after, his lips all glossy and his chin wet.
“Harvey..” You whisper, your cheeks growing hot at the sight of his beard and mustache all messy.
“Darling,” He smiles up at you, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them clean, savoring the rest of your taste.
“You—“ You press your lips together, sitting upwards, “Hi.”
He lifts himself to his feet and leans his head down to your level, capturing your lips with his.
“Hi pretty,” Harvey mumbles, kissing you. “Are you alright?”
You pull away, gazing at him. His glasses are crooked and his cheekbones are tinted red. His hair is messy and there’s sweat around his forehead and collar. You bring your hands up to straighten out his frames, “Yeah. Very alright. More than alright, that was— so good,” You kiss his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, sitting properly now so you could be closer to him.
Harvey sighs out through his nose, rubbing your waist. A whine bubbles up in your throat when he takes his lips off of you, but he just shakes his head, smiling at you. “You should get dressed. The clinic will close soon.”
You lick your lips, “Don’t you want to—”
“Yes. I would like to. But not right here, mm? Somewhere more comfy. My bed, preferably,” He bunches the gown upwards, over your head and off of your arms. You’re only in the t-shirt you were wearing earlier and he clears his throat seeing you fully. His hand moves to adjust the crotch of his pants and your mouth waters.
“Get dressed. I’ll.. tell Maru we need to set up another appointment. Okay?”
You nod, but before he can step back you grab his tie, pulling him into another kiss, firm. You close your eyes, mapping out his lips, making sure you can remember it, think about it later.
“Okay.” You whisper, your breaths mixing. “But I.. can I come see you? Tomorrow?”
Harvey grins. “Yes. I’ll fit you into my schedule, dear.”