There's something about Spring and people falling in love that makes every single woman want to scream.
Dedicated to my beef-ef Rachel - who always gets it when no one else does.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"I just want to be kissed," She ran a hand through her shoulder length dirty blond locks, "ya know? I just want to be shoved against whatever flat surface is convenient and kissed until I resemble a smurf from lack of oxygen."
He had no idea how the conversation had begun; one minute he was making breakfast in the hospital cafeteria and the next, his best friend was practically coming onto him. She was sitting cross-legged on the counter with her plate in one hand and the other waving her fork violently. He just shook his head, "I don't know what to tell ya."
"I knew I should've talked to Carol." He could almost hear her eyes roll. He glanced over at her as he poured more hot sauce on his eggs; she looked exhausted and full of lust – a lethal combination. Chloe abandoning Susie had left her scattered and squelched out the fire in her dating life. He remembered from his former marriage when his ex-wife would just look at him all exhausted and kiss him until he couldn't breathe. He chalked it up to being a woman thing.
He shrugged, "Sorry, I'm no good at girl talk."
"Yeah, but Mark, you're single! Don't you ever feel the need to just... lay one on somebody?" She spoke around a bite of her eggs, "You're human, right? We all have urges."
"Animal needs."
She chuckled and slid off the counter, "Thanks for breakfast."
"Susan," He caught her wrist as she walked by. She slowed to a stop and he pulled her around to face him, backing her up against the stainless steel refrigerator. Their eyes caught for just a moment as he lowered his head and caught her lips with his; fingers weaving into her hair and her nails clawing at his neck. His right hand found her waist and held her still as their tongues dueled and explored. When he thought he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen he pressed on. When their lips separated with a pop, he rested his forehead on hers, "Feel like a smurf yet?"
"Not quite." And she pulled him in for another kiss.