Maggi dressed into her clothes, ready to just go home after such an exhausting day. Not only had DeLuca given her a UTI, but he was also her doctor treating her for it. Could an intern even treat patients this early? She decided she would definitely look into it. For now she needed a minute to think, and home was not an option. God, she would have to go back to the dinner party and deal with everyone questioning her about it and Andrew and-
"Maggie?"
She turned around suddenly bumping into something hard. A chest. DeLucas chest. She glanced up at his face and felt her own face get hot. He was close, so close she didn't trust herself, couldn't control her breathing, and fuck she just wanted to get out of here. She also had to pee. And he was there making her lady place hot and bothered.
"Listen, I know how we started was kind of by chance the first night, but the second time we had sex, and well the third, and then after the fourth"
"What are you getting at here," she cut him off, taking a few steps backwards.
"Well through the short time we've known each other I want you to know that what we're doing right now I don't want to be just some fling or just sex. I'm starting to care about you more than that. Now that you have a UTI I feel like a dick."
Maggie laughs, taking a seat on the patient bed. "Listen, you don't have to do this. Okay? These infections are sort of common. I'm sorry for freaking out on you before, I just haven't done this in a while."
He sat in the chair beside her. "Wanna talk about it?"
It wasn't fair in the least. The way his eyes sparkled and his perfect hair. She almost drooled over him. She wondered how many girls he's been with or what his weaknesses are or how he can be vulnerable. She decided to stop being so picky, and just let him tell her when he was ready. If he wanted to continue this. For now, she still needed a clear head, and he was making it foggy.
"I'm actually supposed to be hosting a dinner party tonight that's already over. Mer and Amelia will kill me."
He nods smiling in the slightest. Andrew's mind was someplace elsewhere completely. He found himself really liking her. Her lisp, control freak attitude, mess of curls that made her moan when he pulled on them just slightly, her body was out of this world, and her everlasting intelligence matched with her inability to shut up was admirable. She was like no one he had ever met.
"Hey can I drive you there? Surely with your out of control bladder you can't drive, right? That's gotta be a thing."
She laughed, deciding to fuck the test and just kiss him. The moment their lips met, it was almost impossible to stop. Almost.
"That was a mistake," she whispers leaning back. Andrew leans toward her, kissing her once more.
"I don't remember mistakes feeling like that."
Crazy how just less than two hours ago he had her up against the wall unable to resist him. Now she seemed more wary, and fading away. He wanted her to trust him more than anything. He really couldn't deal with an attending hating him, especially not this one. He wanted a relationship to work out for once in his life, and Maggie was unbelievably intellectual and hot. He couldn't stop staring at her. He had to ask her out.
"How about I take you out on a date? A nice bistro. And we won't have sex afterwards either, maybe take it slow."
"You're just saying that because I have a UTI," she states moving to stand and gather her things.
"Maybe," he holds her close, hugging her. "So what do you say," he whispers in her ear.
"Okay, okay. I am not on call on Sunday night. Next week. Until then, no sex, no meeting in the hospital for a renĀ·dezĀ·vous, and no looking at me like that!"
"Like what," he asked smirking, looking down at her lips.
"Fine, forget it," she mumbled walking past him.
"Wait, stop," he laughed catching up with her. "It's a deal. No promises about stolen glances though." Andrew kisses her cheek and heads out again, leaving her alone finally.
He ends up calling her the day of their date with the results.
"You said you would send them," she says impatiently.
"Yeah, well. I decided a phone call would be better, considering our intimate relationship."
She ignores his comment and asks for what the test came back with.
"Also, I did my own screening as well so you could have that. We are both one hundred percent clean."
She breathes a sigh of relief.
"How are you feeling?"
She makes the decision then and there to lie. He was going to seduce her, and whenever they're together, it's a ticking time bomb of sex waiting to erupt. She learned her lesson the hard way. No matter how great he was, she needed to abstain.
"Still the burning sensation. Peeing all the time. Really gross. You want to cancel?"
"No, never. I should be there for you, you must be in pain. Is there anything I can do?"
She closed her eyes. "No, see you at 8."
"Meredith, are you sure this isn't slutty?" She looks at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was glowing, curls radiating, shiny and full of bounce, four inch heels, and a killer black little dress that barely covered her ass.
"Mags, if you do not wear that, I will keep McIntern for myself," Meredith giggled slapping her ass.
"Not funny. You had your attending, hands off my intern, okay," Maggie said slightly jealous at the thought. Shit. She was starting to really like him. She pushed the thought out of her mind.
Then the doorbell rang. "Distract him, I've still got to apply lipstick. Do not let Amelia get to him Mer!"
She peeked at herself once more in the mirror and smiled. Maybe dating isn't always hard.
Each step she took down the stairs she felt butterflies swimming in her stomach. That was a new development.
Andrew watched her walk down the steps. How would he be able to control himself throughout dinner? He cleared his throat, leaning down to kiss her. She kissed his cheek and grabbed her coat walking out the door.
"You coming DeLuca," she smiled walking backwards.
He ran to catch up to open the car door for her. "You are in for the night of your life."
After her fourth glass of wine, he took her drinking privileges away. She wasn't plastered, but a bit too tipsy for his liking. He wanted her to knowingly make the next few choices. It was the reason he himself hadn't drank any, but he did finish off her fourth glass.
"So, what do you want in the near future? Like are you adamant about kids or do you plan on-"
She grabs him by his shirt across the table and starts to kiss him again. He reciprocates, one hand on her kneecap, the other in her hair. Be strong, be strong, he kept chanting in his head, but she made his resolve fade bit by bit. She kissed down his neck, whispering, "Let's do it in the car," in his ear.
"Fuck, Maggie we're in a restaurant. With a public parking lot."
"Exactly, so lets take this somewhere private."
He was silently pondering for a second. "Wait, don't you have a raging UTI situation?"
"I lied," she says simply grabbing him by the hand.
She leads him to the women's bathroom and locks the door behind them.
"Hey, what if someone saw, are you even sure there's no one in here?"
"DeLuca, I'm taking my underwear off right now. So it would be a good time for you to shut up, and start kissing me."
They both paused, waiting for the next move.
He turned her around and unzipped her dress completely. "Are you sure you want to do this? Are you drunk because we can wait."
She leans into his touch, reaching an arm around his neck. "I'm sure, Andrew."
He kisses her once more, feeling impatience rise within himself. So long since the last time they had touched, or made out, or even talked that feeling her was an out of body experience. Euphoria. He let himself get lost in her touch and she did the same.
On the way to her place she giggled uncontrollably. He gazed at her longingly, wondering what was up.
"I'm sorry, it's just. We fucked in a bathroom at a bistro. Did you even pay the bill? Did I," she continued to think out loud.
He looked back at the road. Did he? He couldn't remember.
"Shit."
She laughed more, moving over the middle console to hold his hand.
"I would invite you to spend the night, but I'm not drunk enough," she whispers in between kisses once they get to the house.
"It's okay. I'm known to oversleep when beautiful women distract me all night anyway."
She rolls her eyes unbuckling her seatbelt.
"I like you. Not like you as in have you pay the bill and not be exclusive. But like you as in fight over the bill, and argue over who gets to drive and pretend to like what you like type of like."
He nods kissing her, trying to stop, but failing still.
"I like everything about you, but you already know that."
She pulls away. "You don't know me. But you will. See you at the hospital Dr. DeLuca." She winks opening the car door.
"Good night, Dr. Pierce. Call me if you have any issues with your body. I would love to be your new gynecologist from now on."
She laughs a hearty laugh, throwing her head back as she walks to the door.
"As I would like to be yours DeLuca."
He smiles, watching her walk into the house. Maggie Pierce, an irresistible woman.
