DISCLAIMER and AUTHORS NOTE: Scrubs is owned by Bill Lawrence and the ABC Network (as of Season 8). I am nobody, therefore I own nothing except an extremely overactive imagination. Honestly. It gets me in trouble sometimes. But moving onward. This installment is absolute, complete crack and forever will be, but I really felt that I needed to post it, if for nothing else but your amusement. Reviews are love.


I.

Perry gasped at the incredible heat that surrounded him, struggling to keep his cool under its weight. He thrust almost involuntarily into the warmth, releasing a carnal growl when he was rewarded with a barrage of sensation, almost enough to drive him off the edge. His hands flew to grip the surface beneath him as his breath became labored and his personal limitations were tested mercilessly by the absolute pleasure that swept over him. He groaned—loud and unrestricted, unafraid of the consequences if anybody were to find him in such a compromising position. He heard his partner's voice, speaking softly, calling his name. Perry let his eyes flicker open, averting his gaze to their eyes. He sighed at the emotions that played out on their face, and raised a hand to his hair.

Jordan stared at him with absolute exasperation from her place at the door.

After a pregnant silence, the brunette shook her head, seemingly in disbelief.

"You enjoy those baths way too much, Per."

She disappeared with a wolfish grin. Perry put his head in his hands. He knew he wouldn't hear the end of this.


AUTHORS NOTE II: Honestly. Don't ask. Comments are awesome, though.

-- Exangeline.