Disclaimer: I don't own ER. This just appeared in my mind over the weekend, its probably a bit OOC but I hope you enjoy. And, this is most definitely M rated though it won't become apparant until you reach chapter 2.
She's never been a great fan of facial hair. She can't see the point in beards, goatees, moustaches or stubble. Beards are for hiding what you don't want to be seen, goatees are much the same but they're for the more vain. Moustaches, a hairy caterpillar crawling across your face, she sees no point in them at all. And stubble, the bane of any girls' world. She prefers her men clean-shaven, no disguises. She likes to feel skin under her fingers not bristles. She likes to kiss a man and not have to worry about tell tale signs the next day.
She's had many an argument with boyfriends in the past about the presence of facial hair and it was the cause of at least one relationship ending, it sounds drastic she knows but she couldn't deal with it. She's not excessive over it, not by any means, she doesn't expect a man to be shaving constantly and she lets them off with stubble, not designer stubble mind, just normal stubble, five o'clock shadow sort of thing, but the others she finds them intolerable.
Well, that was the case until recently, but a certain goatee has been wheedling its way into her affections, insinuating itself in her thoughts. It's not that her mind is changing, she sees others and she still cringes, but not at this one, this one she thinks is kind of cute, kind of sexy. She finds herself staring at it, contemplating whether it would be soft under her touch or bristly, would the hair scratch or tickle if she were to kiss the lips it encloses. For the first time she wants to kiss a man who wears a goatee. Do you wear a goatee or do you just have one, she finds herself wondering. It doesn't really matter, all she knows is that this one she wants to feel, to know, to caress, all she knows is that on him a goatee is sexy.
