A/N: Well hello! I apologise in advance for what you may or may not be about to read... I will warn you that it is very, very cheesy, like I was drunk on cheese or something when iI was writing it... it is also very bad-I am not a writer, nor will I ever be - I barely scraped two B's in GCSE English last year, but I didnt want to revise and writing this seemed as good a distraction as any. This is my first attempt at a fic, and probably my last (unless I get bored with revision then I will probably do some more if you want), but there we go - so good luck with the reading and enjoy!
unfortunately i don't own anything and I would like to once again apologise for any mistakes and so on...
It had been a long day for Patrick as he finally finished seeing to the last of his patients in the surgery. He went to pick up his coat, if he was lucky he might be able to get home and spend some time with Timothy before he had to go to Cubs. As he made to leave the receptionist, also on her way out, shouted to him, "Dr Turner! There is one last patient waiting for you in your office - would you mind taking a look everyone else has gone home!" before she swept out of the door, leaving him quite alone mumbling to himself about the injustice of it all. Defeated, he walked back to his office swapping his long, brown overcoat for his clinical coat as he went. As he entered the room he saw a female waiting patiently in the chair in front of his desk-although he could not see her face there was something distinctly familiar about her, her burnished hair and petite frame led his thoughts to his wife and how angry Timothy was going to be about making him late for his cubs meeting. Again. He sighed washing his hands in the sink and started to speak "hello, I'm Doctor Turner, and what might be the problem?"
"Well doctor, I'm afraid it's my heart." Came the warm Scottish voice of his wife. Patrick spun around to face her, there was a twinkle in her eyes and she was wearing a coy expression.
"Your heart?" he replied, slowly moving towards her.
"Yes, it seems when my husband is around my heart at least doubles in speed! It's getting to be rather distracting not to mention worrying-I don't have a clue about what to do and I was hoping you might be able to give me some advice on the matter… "She tailed off with a small smirk and quirked her eyebrow.
"It would seem a physical examination is in order. This quickening of the heart-does it happen often?"
"Only every time he is in the room."
He patted the bed, indicating for her to jump on. "And what about your husband? Has he been experiencing any of the symptoms you describe? Please remove your top so I can take a listen." She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, considering her words carefully as she slowly began sliding each button out of its hole, neither of them breaking eye contact. "I wouldn't know-maybe I'll ask him when he comes in this evening, he is a Doctor too you know, works ever so hard, never home early! And I myself work as a midwife doing some very strange hours, we often find ourselves passing in the hall way, just missing each other."
Patrick smiled sympathetically "hmm, I know exactly how you feel. I find myself just needing to hold my wife during the middle of the day" his eyes drank in the sight of Shelagh sitting on the bed in her sheer peach slip and he had to steady himself for a moment. He placed the stethoscope on her chest and he heard her take a sharp breath as the cool metal touched her skin. She was right, her heart was beating incredibly fast and he allowed his fingers to brush against her skin in a futile attempt to try to calm her. This, of course, had the opposite effect on both of them. She pressed one of her soft hands on top of his, pressing it firmly against her heart and removed his stethoscope with the other, placing it on the edge of the bed. She looked up at him, her eyes darkening, giving him all the encouragement he needed to lose what little restraint he had left. He surged forward, closing the small distance that was left between them, pressing a hard kiss to her mouth and stepping into her body. His hands roamed from her waist and up into her hair, skimming her breasts along the way. Meanwhile her nimble fingers had long since removed his tie and were making their way down his torso undoing his shirt buttons as she went. Patrick showered kisses along her jaw and down her neck, stopping to nip at her pulse-point with his teeth, her soft moan spurring him on he tried to lift her, moving her further back on the bed in an effort to join her although he only succeeded in wrapping his arms even more tightly around her waist, becoming distracted as her lips fervently captured his. As they moved, trying to get closer to each other, they knocked the stethoscope off of the bed. The loud clang as the metal hit the floor startled them enough to bring them back to their senses causing them to jumped apart, each flushed and looking sheepish, eyes wide in search of the intruder. When they realised there was nobody there, they looked back at each other and the ridiculousness of the situation hit them, with them both in various states of undress and hair pins scattered around them there was little else they could do but laugh. Patrick placed a tender kiss to Shelagh's lips and bent down to pick up the stethoscope, some of the hair pins and his discarded tie as she set about redressing herself.
"I used my bike to get here, so would you mind picking Timothy up from cubs in the car?" she asked as she straightened his tie and helped him on with his coat. Timothy! In all the excitement he had forgotten he was supposed drop him off! She saw a look of panic pass across his face and smiled to herself. "Don't worry, I thought you may be home later than usual so I dropped him off before I came here," she smoothed the shoulders of his coat and felt him relax under her touch. He took her hand, intertwining their fingers, and brushed a kiss to her knuckle as they finally left the building, "you think of everything my love, and know me so well-I don't know what I'd do without you." She stopped as they reached the car and turned to face him; a seriousness could be seen in her gaze. "You won't ever have to do without me because I am never going anywhere, ever, I will always be here to straighten your tie and remind you about appointments, I love you and I couldn't bear to be apart from you. Besides, I'm your wife-it's my job to think of everything" she finished more lightly. His gaze filled with pride and adoration, for at least the hundredth time that day I thought to himself how lucky he was for this beautiful young woman to have chosen him, and he thanked god again-something he had never done before he met her, lost on that misty country road. He pressed a few more kisses to her hair, pulling her into him before whispering in her ear his love for her. A shiver ran through her at this and reluctantly she moved away from him towards her bike. Mounting it, she told him 'she would see him at home' and to 'hurry, darling' that same glint in her eyes as before when he first saw her in his office. He waited for her to cycle off as he got in his car. 'Don't worry' he thought 'I have no plans of being away from you any longer than completely necessary' and started the engine.