I decided it would be too much effort to edit this, but if anyone thinks I definetly should let me know and I will do it right away.
Chapter 4
Six months, that can't be right, can it?
"Dr. Dorian, are you paying attention?"
… "Banana hammock!" Stupid.
Dr. Kelso glares at me. "I'll take that as a 'no'." He mutters, then turns away to lead rounds to the next patient.
Elliot punches my arm. "What's wrong with you?"
"Just thinking about something." Six months can't possibly be right. I refuse to believe I've been sleeping with Dr. Cox for six months.
"Newbie!"
Gah! I never expect him and it always makes me jump when he shouts like that. I turn and give him a goofy, confused smile. Yeah. I'm cool.
"Perry, what is it you need?" Dr. Kelso practically snarls.
Dr. Cox approaches, grinning cockily and mock waving at Kelso. "Hey there, Bob-o, how are you today? Torturing our poor interns, self-esteem still too high for you? Where's your lackey?"
"We aren't interns anymore, haven't been for a while." Elliot mumbles, not loud enough to disrupt the on-going conversation.
"Ted?" Kelso asks.
"Right here, Dr. Cox." Ted raises his hand weakly from where he stood beside Dr. Kelso, looking particularly depressed today.
"What do you want, Perry?" Kelso huffs, tapping the metal chart in his hands.
"For once I haven't come to bother you." Dr. Cox announces. He turns and continues marching down the hall as if he hasn't even spoken to any of us. "Newbie Come!" He snaps.
I jump into action, skittering down the hall after him in attempts to catch up.
"Dr. Dorian!" Kelso shouts after me. Frankly, under the circumstances, Dr. Cox scares me more than Kelso.
"Good choice there, Sandra." Dr. Cox shoves a couple charts into my hands. "I want you to check the results on the tox screen I had done for Mrs. Benson, then go do that test on Mr. Hover I told you to do this morning. After you finish that, come find me." He smacks my shoulder and veers off course toward the elevator.
He pulled me out of rounds for that? Oh well, it's better than suffering with Kelso for another half-hour.
Note to self: next time Dr. Cox tells you to do something, do it, don't put it off until later and then forget.
After doing what I was told I found Dr. Cox in the on-call room. He locked us in, growled something about not doing Mr. Hover's test this morning, and threw me on one of the beds.
My face is in the pillow, muffling the sounds I'm making. He's being extra rough, this has only happened a few times, it just means he's angry about something.
Its things like this that make me believe he's just using me as a stress relief, but then why does he kiss me? If this is impersonal, why does he kiss me? Sometimes softly, sometimes passionately. Why does he stay afterwards and sleep beside me? Sometimes hold me, cuddle even, as he's falling asleep? And, if this is just stress relief then why me? Why not Elliot or Jordan, or even some random stranger?
"Ah…!" That spot. That damn spot he keeps hitting, teasing. And his fingers are digging into my hip.
"Quiet." He nearly hisses.
I'd like to see him be quiet in a situation like this. He knows I'm not the quiet type, in fact, he usually encourages me to be noisy. When we're having sex, I mean, any other time he's yelling at me to shut the hell up. So to make him happy I shove my face further into the pillow and even take a mouthful in order to muffle the sounds more.
My fingers clench in the sheets and I scream into the pillow as I come. My muscles relax, and the rest of my body slumps as Dr. Cox holds my hips up and continues. I moan because he's hitting that spot and I know he wants me to come again. He told me once as I was drifting off into sleep that he loved it when I came because of the way my muscles would first tighten and then convulse around him.
He freezes suddenly, and it takes me a moment to realize why. Someone is jiggling the handle of the door, trying to get in. I stiffen too, listening intently.
"Dude, the doors locked." That's Todd's voice.
"Maybe Kelso locked it." Oh God, that's Turk.
I nearly let out a squeak as Dr. Cox shifts.
Todd chuckles. "Maybe it's locked 'cause someone's getting their freak on. You know what I'm sayin'?" I hear the slap of Todd getting his high-five.
"It's locked because I'm trying to get some sleep without any of you idiots bothering me!" Dr. Cox yells at the door.
"Shit, it's Cox." Turk hisses. Their feet then hurriedly disappear from the door.
With little to no warning Dr. Cox begins thrusting again, causing me to yelp once in surprise before burying my face in the pillow again.
"Turk baby, have you seen Bambi?" Carla asked, catching the surgeon's attention as he approached the nurses' station.
"Not since this morning." He shrugged.
"Dr. Cox called him out of rounds this morning, pissed off Kelso pretty bad too." Elliot announced, popping the cherry lollipop out of her mouth.
"Dr. Cox locked himself in the on-call room, trying to get some sleep. Todd and I nearly got our heads bitten off for trying to go in there." Turk explained, kissing Carla on the cheek.
"That's odd. I'll just page him." Carla shrugged.
Ouch. Dr. Cox just tossed my buzzing pager at my head.
"It's Carla." I mutter absently, squinting at the letters in the dark and recognizing the word 'Bambi'.
"Go before she comes looking for you." He grumbles.
I nod, getting up slowly and pulling on my clothes. As I go to move away from the bed I feel Dr. Cox smack my butt before turning over.
"I'll come find you later." He announces.
I leave the on-call room carefully, still a little stunned that Dr. Cox smacked my ass.
As I near the nurses' station I see Turk and Todd and it takes everything in me not to blush. "What's up?" I ask, holding up my pager.
"Where have you been all morning Bambi?" Carla asks, hands on her hips.
"Running errands for Dr. Cox."
"That jerk, he's sleeping in the on-call room." Turk mutters.
"Well, I don't think he's feeling well today." I say in excuse, shrugging my shoulders.
"Dude, that guys' got you by the balls! Why are you always sticking up for him?" Turk sighs, shaking his head.
"Leave him alone. Dr. Cox isn't all that bad a guy." Carla says.
"Yea, remember that time he punched Dr. Kelso for picking on me?" Elliot chirps.
"I'll admit he's got his good points but look at the way he treats JD!" Turk yelled. "He's always calling him 'Newbie' or some random girls name, always yelling at him, shoving patients off on him, and all sorts of other things. Who knows how else he's using him!"
"Dr. Cox only yells at me when I mess up." I mutter.
Turk glares at me, OK even I know I'm lying. Dr Cox yells at me sometimes when I didn't do anything.
Carla looks a little pissed. "Bambi, if he's bothering you, you tell me, OK?" She says, pointing a finger at me, the other hand still on her hip in a no-nonsense way.
"I'm fine."
There's a sharp whistle down the hall and I jump, not expecting it.
"Barbie!" Dr. Cox yells. He comes up behind me and leans on the counter. "Do you want to tell me why you haven't run that test on Ms. Kelly yet?"
"I-I had some other patients so I asked one of my interns to do it." Elliot explained, standing up straight and stuttering. "Keith should have…"
"I didn't ask your boy-toy to do it, I asked you and now it's your ass. Do it now!"
My God he's pissed. No long teasing speech, no threats of loosing her job.
Elliot gapes like a fish for about five seconds before disappearing in a rush.
"Are you OK?" Carla asks, sounding concerned.
"Why?" He snaps.
"What do you mean 'why'?" Carla snaps right back.
Before Carla can go into any sort of reprimanding rant Dr. Cox storms off. Carla's mouth hangs open, frozen on the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
"Baby…" Turk mumbles worriedly.
"Oh no he didn't." She huffs storming off down the hall after him.
I knew Dr. Cox was preoccupied with something. He initiated it, like he always does, by kissing me. But then he stopped. Heaving a sigh and running a hand through his hair, he turned away and sat on the bed.
I stood idle, not knowing what to do. Dr. Cox usually initiates, guides, and follows through. I'm not really expected to do anything but follow and do anything he asks. But I felt like I should do something. He seemed stressed, like he needed release.
That's how I ended up on my knees, my head between his legs. I've never done anything like this, but he seems to be enjoying it. He's grunting, sighing, and even moaning a little too. He's pulling my hair and clenching my shoulder, jerking my head every so often.
It's not so bad, my jaw feels stretched, he's salty and musk-y, but it's not so bad. I almost choke when he comes without warning. He pulls my head back and kisses me roughly, pulling me up and onto his lap. His hands slide up the back of my shirt and he falls back, bringing me with him.
I've…never been on top before. It's definitely different. I'm somewhat in control but he's still guiding me. Hands on my hips, pushing me up and pulling me down. My hands are resting on his chest, my head is thrown back and I'm staring at the ceiling. I think he's going deeper than usual, but it's hard to tell.
"Fuck."
I've noticed that when Dr. Cox says something during sex, it's usually a swear.
His hips jerk suddenly, and he's hitting that spot. I'm moaning and screaming now, moving faster on my own.
"Come." He commands, beginning to slam me up and down.
He holds my hips down as he comes, this time I know he's deeper than usual.
"Feel better?" I pant, lying next to him.
"Yea. Thanks." He mutters.
I hum and shift to rest my head on his shoulder. "Want to talk about it?"
"No."
