'Doc Juan'

Chapter 23

"Wow! Ya must be super-drunk right now, eh?" he muttered, on seeing her drunkenly wave at her own reflection in the glass pane. "Nah! It's just that, Nina an' I used to wave to each other from here. We both worked late. It's just so lonely without her, ya know? Ya owe me a friend, by the way!" she mumbled jokingly, as she sipped on her scotch and continued to look out the window at the empty building which was once Nina's workplace. "Well, she didn't kiss as well as ya do!" he tried to lighten the mood. "Oi! Don't diss her kissin skills! She's a fine kisser...I've heard...not that I've kissed her experimentally or anythin...!" he raised an eyebrow on hearing her ramble drunkenly. "Ooh...I'm so turned on right now!" he teased in a cocky manner, on hearing her. "Just shut up an' drink!" she retorted, embarrassingly.
"....even went together when I was married to the worst woman in the world! Blonde, beautiful...A real bitch though....An' thankfully, we were man an' wife for only a week, if I remember correctly...." he continued his sob story, as the bottle neared emptiness. In their inebriated state, they'd both made themselves comfortable on her desk. She sat on the desktop and let her legs dangle, while he rested his head in her lap, lying lazily across the desk as he rambled on about his personal life to the one person who cared enough to listen to him, even when she wasn't as drunk as she was now. "Oh...you were a commitment-phile before all this, eh? " she enquired, with a curious smile. "Oh, noo... no way, not me! She was the one who pushed me into committin! If ya ask me, she needed to be committed to a mental asylum...Stat!" he replied, quick to defend himself as he set his empty glass down softly, rolling off his back and off the desk, staggering a bit as his feet touched the floor. "Stat! What a marvellous, fun word! Ya know what I like most bout ya doctors? All the cool stuff ya say- like stat...an' push a 100 cc...Code red an' code black an' code red...!" she slurred, setting her own glass noisily down beside his and hopping off the desk after him, inching closer to him with a goofy grin pasted on her face as she spoke. "We do make all that up as we go along, ya know?" he explained jokingly, placing both his hands lovingly on his unsteady receptionist's shoulders as she gradually wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. "Hush...!" he felt the strong smell of scotch invade his nostrils when she shushed him, before continuing in a slurring manner- "D'you know what I like bout ya, doctor? That you're tough an' crummy on the outside....uncaring about a woman's feelings...." she whispered. "O--k?" he was unsure about how to react to her comparing him to a dessert. "...But, you're warm an' gooey on the inside, like my fav dessert- The soufflé. But...but, you're also cheesy...like my second fav dessert- The cheesecake!" she spouted her nonsensical observations, while he listened intently. "I felt so jealous. Always wantin a taste of ya, like all those female patients. When all I needed to do was to just...dig in!" she exclaimed saucily, unbuttoning his shirt as she spoke. "I know where this is goin. An' I really want to do it. I really do!  But I don't want either o' us regrettin it in the mornin, Elle." he advised, clasping her hand as he felt her run it across his bare chest and preventing it from exploring any further.
"I know I won't regret it. Cuz, I love you, doc..." she proclaimed, succumbing to the urge to lightly kiss him on his lips and struggled out of his grip as she continued to run her hand across his chest, feeling his heart beating faster as she deepened the kiss . "I love ya too. Mostly cuz yer the only one who knows me best an'...cuz, out o' all the women I've kissed, yer the only one who kisses like she means it." he confessed, pulling away on hearing her. "Then, shut up an' kiss me!" she ordered, breathing faster and biting her lips on noticing the glint in his passionate eyes as he leant in and gently began sucking on her lower lip before their full blown kiss. A giggly Elle purred, sucking at his neck, occasionally pecking at his stubbly chin  and caressing his hair as he carried her off into the clinic and laid her on the pristine white sheets of the examination table, their bed for the remainder of the passionate evening.