Dating Dr Clark.

chapter three

By the time we've finished our food it's quite late. "Do you want to stay?" I ask him hopefully.
"I can do, I'm working tomorrow but I have spare scrubs and a toothbrush in my bag from work" I take him through into my bedroom, and turn away from him as I change into my pyjamas. His cold hand touches my shoulder and turns me round to face him, both of us shirtless. I take his face in my hands and our lips press against one another, our bodies moving as one as our tongues gently pass eachothers lips. I break away so I can continue getting changed.
"Later" I whisper in his ear. We head to the bathroom, him in just his boxers, me in a vest and shorts. I pick up my toothbrush and begin to brush as he does the same. I've never felt anxious brushing my teeth before, it seems so silly but suddenly I can feel him watching my every movement. I finish and he presses his hand into the small of my back.
"Right miss. Show me all this flossing you do then."
I turn to face him, he's looking down at me with a smirk, completely unconvinced.
"Okay look. In my defence, I've never been told I was supposed to floss! I don't even know how to go about it."
He looks at me for a moment then goes to his backpack and takes out a box of floss. He guides me over to the mirror and stands right behind me, our bodies interlocked. He unravels  piece of floss, breaks it off and passes it to me. His hands reach over my shoulders and over my hands, then he guides them up to my face. Our eyes lock in the mirror.
"Open your mouth slightly" I watch as he shows me how to loop the floss around each tooth and clean the gum line. I relax into him and let him take over. Suddenly it begins to sting and I yelp in suprise, I can taste blood in my mouth.
His arms wrap round my body. "Its okay its okay! Your gums are sensitive right now, but the more you floss the easier it'll be baby." He continues to floss each of my teeth and I watch as more and more parts of my mouth begin to bleed. I wonder if he is judging me, but the care in his eyes as he cleans my gums makes me think otherwise. He finishes, "sit" he says, gesturing to the toilet. Confused, I do as he says, and watch as he takes a damp flannel and wipes the blood from my lips. I look up at him, he holds my gaze for a moment before his arms loop under mine, and his lips meet mine once more. I wrap my hands around his neck, and he lifts me up off the toilet and carries me into the bedroom.