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muse_shuffle: July Disc One
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doctortara
Track 05. I can just imagine you and me (Kaiser Chiefs – 'Heat Dies Down')
PAST SCENE, JULY 2007
It really was a nice arse. It wasn’t very often he was found without a lab coat. It wasn’t very often he was found beyond theatres and exam rooms in nothing but pale blue scrubs that, despite intending to be loose, hugged all the right places when he walked. The back, too; muscular and toned through the thin cotton as he reached up to pull his surgical mask down and hang his stethoscope around his neck.
How easy it is to chew one’s nails off when having a good perve.
Leaning on the reception desk did this amazing thing to his arms. He already had gorgeous, firm arms, but when he leaned, those biceps sent warmth to interesting places. Damnit, he was smiling and just not quite turned enough to catch that cheeky grin or the playful twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes that you could lose yourself in. Thank god and all his heavenly colleagues for standard issue blue scrubs on strawberry blonde haired blue eyed sex pots.
Then it was the fingers, curling a pen over and over between them unconsciously as he consulted over a file with one of the nurses. That bitch. She got to stand next to him and brush up against him… shit. Right. Where was I? Fingers. What the bloody fuck could he do with them? Just the coordination he had with that pen had to be evidence what he could do with them in other places and if he had that talent with his hands, what about his tongue? Oh god, the tongue. Warm, wet, with just the right amount of mint and sweetness to keep a girl begging for more. How much psychic brain power would it take to get him to come over and-
Shit! Fuck, arse and bollocks!
He turned and caught my eye… turned and caught me blatantly perving on me… turned and smiled at me and all I wanted to do was slam him against the wall and grind so hard against him that I have chafing for a week. Oh god, I bet his dick looks lovely hard and resting against that blue cotton…
He’s coming over. Oh my god, he’s coming over. Say something intelligent, Tara! Stop biting your thumb and pretending it’s his cock in your mouth. Stop slouching, too. Fuck, now I’m channelling my mother whilst imagining humping a far too gorgeous Scottish doctor to be legal. That is just wrong. But it doesn’t matter because he’s coming over and- oh fuck – try to look sexy and smart and not like you want to drop to your knees and suck him dry!
“Fancy meeting you here,” he said, tilting his head with that teasing smile. All the accent did was shoot straight between her legs.
“I really want to stick my hand down your pants!” Oh great, Tara. Perfect.
His eyebrows briefly raised in surprise. “Well, what do you know, great minds really do think alike,” he laughed but before she could answer, his work mate came up and caught him by the arm.
“Bleed out in ER bay four, Campbell. We need you, stat.”
He was still smiling at her as he backed up to follow his colleague. “Call me,” he told her. “You never know what you might find if you act on your words.” He winked and disappeared around the corner with a smirk.
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Word Count | 564
PAST SCENE, JULY 2007
It really was a nice arse. It wasn’t very often he was found without a lab coat. It wasn’t very often he was found beyond theatres and exam rooms in nothing but pale blue scrubs that, despite intending to be loose, hugged all the right places when he walked. The back, too; muscular and toned through the thin cotton as he reached up to pull his surgical mask down and hang his stethoscope around his neck.
How easy it is to chew one’s nails off when having a good perve.
Leaning on the reception desk did this amazing thing to his arms. He already had gorgeous, firm arms, but when he leaned, those biceps sent warmth to interesting places. Damnit, he was smiling and just not quite turned enough to catch that cheeky grin or the playful twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes that you could lose yourself in. Thank god and all his heavenly colleagues for standard issue blue scrubs on strawberry blonde haired blue eyed sex pots.
Then it was the fingers, curling a pen over and over between them unconsciously as he consulted over a file with one of the nurses. That bitch. She got to stand next to him and brush up against him… shit. Right. Where was I? Fingers. What the bloody fuck could he do with them? Just the coordination he had with that pen had to be evidence what he could do with them in other places and if he had that talent with his hands, what about his tongue? Oh god, the tongue. Warm, wet, with just the right amount of mint and sweetness to keep a girl begging for more. How much psychic brain power would it take to get him to come over and-
Shit! Fuck, arse and bollocks!
He turned and caught my eye… turned and caught me blatantly perving on me… turned and smiled at me and all I wanted to do was slam him against the wall and grind so hard against him that I have chafing for a week. Oh god, I bet his dick looks lovely hard and resting against that blue cotton…
He’s coming over. Oh my god, he’s coming over. Say something intelligent, Tara! Stop biting your thumb and pretending it’s his cock in your mouth. Stop slouching, too. Fuck, now I’m channelling my mother whilst imagining humping a far too gorgeous Scottish doctor to be legal. That is just wrong. But it doesn’t matter because he’s coming over and- oh fuck – try to look sexy and smart and not like you want to drop to your knees and suck him dry!
“Fancy meeting you here,” he said, tilting his head with that teasing smile. All the accent did was shoot straight between her legs.
“I really want to stick my hand down your pants!” Oh great, Tara. Perfect.
His eyebrows briefly raised in surprise. “Well, what do you know, great minds really do think alike,” he laughed but before she could answer, his work mate came up and caught him by the arm.
“Bleed out in ER bay four, Campbell. We need you, stat.”
He was still smiling at her as he backed up to follow his colleague. “Call me,” he told her. “You never know what you might find if you act on your words.” He winked and disappeared around the corner with a smirk.
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drcampbell used with permission (as always)]Word Count | 564