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Adoration
noun
1. The act of paying honour, as to a divine being; worship.
2. reverent homage.
3. fervent and devoted love.
It was the days where she spent more time thinking of Connie than her patients that made Diane wonder if she more than admired Connie. Lingering glances across Mrs Thompson's open abdomen made Diane wonder if Connie felt the same. Diane rolled her eyes, watching Connie strut effortlessly across the ward, followed closely by several attentive med students, and as usual she had them hanging from her every word. Diane wasn't bothered by what Connie was saying, her words were left hanging in the air, Diane captivated by Connie and the newest addition to her wardrobe. She discretely looked Connie up and down and wondered how if Connie realised just how damn sexy she looked in the sharp black suit, but most of all she wondered fantasized about what Connie was hiding under that suit.
Surrounded by students Connie glanced towards the nurse's station, smiling as she caught the young registrar's eye, holding her gaze for slightly longer than strictly necessary for a friendly gesture. She smiled, biting her lip, looking unusually shy as she lowered her head, telling the students she'd see them in theatre.
Diane watched silently as Connie walked across the wards, her hips swaying with each step she took. Diane wondered if Connie knew how hypnotising she was, if she was aware of how good she actually looked. Diane wondered if Connie planned her outfits, if she'd spent hours the previous evening deciding which of the suits in her wardrobe would make her the most irresistible, or did she just throw on the first thing she pulled out of the wardrobe at some ungodly hour that morning, and manage to pull it off regardless.
Diane felt her heart stop, before beginning to pound furiously in her chest as she realised Connie was walking towards her. She cursed herself or feeling like a love sick teenager, before she wondered if she could play this to her advantage, telling Connie her heart beat felt irregular, asking for her professional opinion. She quickly rid herself of that idea, knowing that with her luck Connie would ask Elliot to check her over.
Her eyes looked the other way as Connie leant over the desk to reach a file, knowing if her eyes locked on the consultant's cleavage she'd never be able to tear them away. The smirk on Connie's face as she straightened up sent Diane's thumping heart crashing to the floor. A game. Connie was playing a game, and Diane was the next player to loose. Connie smirked, glancing at Diane as she leant over the desk, she knew she was giving the registrar an eyeful, and to be honest she didn't care, she knew Diane had been through a lot lately, so, as far as Connie was concerned, anything that might brighten her day was worthwhile. From the look on Dine's face Connie knew she was enjoying the view.
A frown crossed Connie's face as she watched Diane's face fall as she left the ward. Dumping the file Connie followed, slipping through the door Diane had left swinging on its hinges. Sighing softly as Diane walked into the scrub room, having never being the most popular of people Connie took a deep breath and headed towards her office, trying to pluck up the courage to speak to Diane.