Prompt: (from onetruepairingideas on tumblr)
"I'm really scared to get this injection but you kissed me as it went in to distract me AU"

Jackson traced the tile floor pattern with his sneaker. He hated the nervous anticipation that came before getting a shot almost as much as he hated getting shots. His piercing green eyes scanned the array of medical equipment laying on the counter. Scratch that. There was nothing hated more than shots.

"Alright! Are you ready for your shot?" a chirpy voice said, the door opening. He could practically hear the smile in her voice.

"Just need to get it over with," Jackson muttered bitterly.

"Oh. Alrighty then," Jackson couldn't help but notice the smile in her voice had disappeared, and wondered if his sour tone had affected her that much.

"Sorry, I just really hate getting shots."

"Doesn't everyone?" April turned around and took in the look of pure terror on his face. His really attractive face, she thought.

"Yeah. I guess." Jackson glanced up and saw a concerned redhead staring back at him. A really hot concerned redhead, he thought.

He stuck his hand out. "I'm Jackson."

"I'm Dr. Kepner but you can call me April."

"Alright, April." April blushed. The extra emphasis on her name was making her feel a bit wobbly. Stay professional. He's your patient and this is a hospital.

Jackson grinned at the red flooding her cheeks. For a second he felt like he wasn't at a hospital about to have a needle shoved into his veins. He felt himself pale a little as reality rushed back to him.

"Hey Jackson, it's okay, I've done this a couple times. You're in good hands!"

Jackson managed a weak smile, and focused his gaze on his Nikes as he felt the alcohol wipe glide over his skin. He felt his breathing get faster and faster. He was definitely going to have a panic attack in front of the attractive doctor who might have been interested in him. Smooth, man, he said to himself.

April heard him breathing hard. Desperate time call for desperate measures, she thought, and snaked her hand behind his head. Just putting patient care first, nothing inappropriate here. She grabbed the vaccine needle as she felt his hot breath on her cheek. I'm really gonna do this. April planted her soft lips on his, feeling his heart pound in his chest. He placed his warm hands behind her neck, feeling every one of the goosebumps covering her pale skin.

April broke away suddenly, and before he could register it, she stuck the needle in his arm.

Jackson barely even felt it. He couldn't smell the sickeningly clean antibacterial wipes or hear the rip of a band aide being opened, or even see the blue and white tile he had studied so intensely. All he could process was the feel of her lips on his.

And he wanted to feel it again.

As April dropped her gloves into the trash she felt Jackson's arms around her waist, and drew in a sharp intake of breath. This is not patient care, this is inappropriate. This has to stop.

"Jackson...I'm your doctor...there are rules. We can't." April managed to get out.

"You're just giving the patient what he wants." Jackson whispered into her ear.

That single phrase snapped something inside of April and she whirled around and captured his lips with hers.

Jackson cleared off the counter, spilling medical equipment onto the ground with one arm, and lifting her onto the space with his other, rumpling her lab coat.

As April reached out to twist the lock on the door knob, Jackson thought to himself:

Maybe shots aren't so bad after all.

I decided to turn the one shot into a series of one shots because of all the positive feedback, so thanks! R&R! I appreciate any constructive criticism!

-Ope