Title: My Physical
Rating: M
Pairing: JD/Cox
A/N: I dreamed this. God, I love my brain. JD's POV.
"Doctor Cox, I need a favor."
Doctor Cox raised his eyes from the pile of paperwork in front of him, giving me a look, grimacing so tightly at me that I wondered if it had hurt. "Oh, no, no, no. I don't do favors, Penelope. And do you not see the towers of paper that are conveniently shielding me from you like a fort? I'm busy right now, bumpkin, and if that favor that you need oh-so-much happens to be of the sexual kind, you should duly note that for you and for you alone, I am busy forever."
I opened my mouth to speak, but a very, very inappropriate thought came into mind that involved Doctor Cox in his lab coat and nothing else and -- "Oh, God."
Doctor Cox's eyes flickered from his paperwork to me again, and this time they held some alarm. The kind with flashing lights and sounding bells. I winced. "Dear God, puh-lease don't tell me that's the favor you had in mind."
"No!" I yelled vehemently, or at least I meant to. It came out as a squeak instead. I blundered for words before pointing towards the door, opening my mouth and saying the first thing that came to mind. "Um, I think the door is paging me . . . " Damn it! That wasn't how it went in my head!
Doctor Cox pushed off his chair and stood in between me and my escape route, his nostrils flaring and his arms crossed to his chest. "Now, Newbie, I think it's real cute that you still manage to act as awkward as you probably did when you first started going through puberty, but do I really have to remind you that you're an adult now? And unlike awkward pubescent teenagers, adults have no choice but to pay for the stupidity of their actions. Like you interrupting me. On my lunch break. When I am clea-hea-hearly not having lunch. Now, I think the door is stable, Gretchen, so go ahead and tell me what you want so that I can say, 'Riiiiight. No.' And then we can go on with our peachy lives." He gave me a wide grin. Dear God, it frightened me.
I swallowed hard before turning my head and glancing at the windows as I scrounged my mind up for escape tactics that I would surely and inevitably need. Doctor Cox shoved a hand in my face, and I flinched as he whistled and snapped his fingers in front of my eyes.
"Newbie! What. Do. You. Want?"
The veins in his neck were popping out. Salvation was long lost, and any plans of escape were now nil. "Um, well, I was going to ask if you could give me a physical because I need to get my medical insurance renewed, but then you made that whole sexual favor comment and now I feel uncomfortable asking you for one because, um, now it's all indirectly innuendo-y and can I leave?"
"Right," he drawled, taking a step forward. Right into my personal space. "No."
My eyes were crossing just looking him in the face -- that's how close he was. "Um, to which part?" I squeaked.
I suddenly felt myself being whipped around, and I would've let out a startled cry as my back hit the door if the wind hadn't been knocked out of my lungs. And then Doctor Cox's mouth was on mine and his hands were gripping my hips, pulling me flush against his own. His tongue flicked into my mouth when I gasped, and when he jerked his hips against mine again, I couldn't help but whimper as the pleasure coiling in my tummy and in my groin shot through every inch of my skin.
He pulled away, his gaze smoldering and his lips parted and red.
"Doctor Cox, what are you doing?" I asked him tremulously as he rested his forehead against mine.
He smirked, slipping his hand into the garter of my scrubs. I bucked against him as he gave me a squeeze. "What's it look like?" he chuckled. "I'm giving you a physical."