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t w e n t y f i v e

"Hey." I smiled with raised eyebrows at them, ignoring Gary's eyes watching me closely. They smiled back half-heartedly.

"You alright, doc?" Gary asked, a smile on his lips. Oh, no. There's no way he caught us again. I still hadn't forgiven him for exposing us to the whole precinct.

"Just peachy, Mr. Kent. So, who's presenting?" I clapped my hands together, hoping to get it over with.

"Yes, Spects." I shot at the girl raising her hand, the same one who'd briefed me downstairs.

"It's actually Kim, Dr. Meyers." She corrected.

"Kim. Noted. Off you go." I said and leaned against the doorframe, thighs pressed together.

"Hey, doc, my chest hurts." He winced, and I paused, considering the possibility that this was fake. But when he tensed, I went right up with my hands out.

"Oh, it's gone now." He smiled. "Say, what's that on your neck, doc?"

Fucking son of a bitch.

I was glad I felt the pain on my right so it was away from their eyes. Still, fuck Ryan for still giving me hickeys.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Kent." I smiled sweetly, pretending to brush off some lint off my neck. I turned my neck back to spects. Kim.

"46 year old male post-laprotomy patient . . ." She started off, and I barely paid attention, focussing all my collective energy on Gary and ready to spar with his next comment. He was hell bent on exposing me and I would not let it happen. I heard footsteps behind me and recognised them instantly. So I didn't even turn. Gary followed Ryan with his eyes with a huge smirk across his mouth. Ryan gave me a small smile as he sat across the stretcher from me on the couch, flipping through a magazine.

"Looking a little red there, bud." Gary commented at Ryan, and Kim paused.

"Ignore him." I told her and she went on, finishing her last sentence.

"Alright, who can tell me the post-lap complications?"

"Speaking of lapping--"

"Shut the fuck up, Gary." I said casually, not even looking at him. Screw the cover. I just needed him to shut up.

"Hemorrhage." Someone from the back sounded, and it made me smile. We all did that back then. Listed hemorrhage at the top of surgery complications.

"What else?"

"Infection."

"He's a chronic smoker and an alcoholic, guys, come on."

Gary grumbled.

"Thrombus."

"Good. What else? Emergency laparotomy, guys. Think."

"Pyrexia?" The one from the back said and I smiled, nodding. It was so rewarding to hear answers. But I couldn't take any credit. As much as an ass he was, Coulson was a commendable doctor. And apparently, lousy in bed.

My eyes skipped to Ryan, and he was watching me with a full, proud smile. I smiled back shyly, holding my head high, when ironically, it happened.

Perhaps I've let go slowly in the last 10 seconds, and I tried to make up for it by clenching tighter, but it was too late.

I felt the drop of slickness drip down my thigh, tickling me. I froze mid-sentence and considered pressing my thighs together, but that would mean walking around with cum stained scrubs for the rest of the day. So I stood still as it kept trickling, and attempted to talk.

"And how would one . . . um, prevent um, it? The pyrexia."

"Hourly monitoring the temperature."

"Right." I shifted my weight, feeling it drip down my leg now. Why didn't we just use a rubber?

I glanced at him, and he was worried already.

I couldn't really blame him, could I? In the throes of passion, I'd tossed my brain aside.

I sighed when the drop stopped at my socks. And then another one started.

For fuck's sake.

"Great. Keep up the good work everybody. We all believe in you." I grinned and flashed them a thumbs up, slipping out of the room.

How much cum did one man have?!

Well, 2-5 ml but this certainly felt like a lot more!

I dashed straight into my office and grabbed my panties off the closet floor and into the bathroom, carefully taking my scrubs down and cleaning myself up. Just like old times.

I grinned and bit my lip despite having almost just been exposed. It was dangerous and sexy.

He was standing outside the door when I came out, fully dressed.

"Hey, what was that? Are you ok?" He was worried, reaching an arm out. "You just froze back there."

I sighed. "Your cum was dripping down my leg and I couldn't concentrate."

He blinked. "What?"

I leaned in closer and whispered, "I said your cum was dripping down my leg and I couldn't concentrate."

"What?" He asked again, dumbfounded this time.

"Did you not hear me or do you just want me to say it over and over?"

"I heard you. And that is the sexiest thing you've ever said to me."

I chuckled. "No it's not. I distinctly remember asking you if you wanted me to lick your dick with my rough kitty tongue."

"Nope, this is sexier."

I rolled my eyes.

"And I don't think you've ever said that to me. I'd remember."

"Maybe I should blow you less so it'll make it special."

He smiled. "No, I don't think you've ever said that. You've never leaned into the kitten thing."

I licked my lips. "Haven't I?"

"No. I'd definitely remember that."

"Do you like it when I lean into it?" I whispered into his ear, and his arm came around my hips.

"The sex kitten thing? Yeah, I like it a lot."

"Noted." I whispered and kissed his earlobe. He chuckled deep and squeezed my waist before leaning away.

"Hey, so I have to report down at the precinct."

"Oh."

"But I'll come by around 8:00, pick you up? We could grab some dinner?"

I was going to shoot a sure, but then paused. This was how it all began. Who's to say it would end differently this time?

"Sounds good." I smiled and he breathed a sigh of relief, leaning down to kiss me. I wanted to give it a chance. He's changed. Maybe his heart did too?

I'd have to wait to find out. 7 hours.

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