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"I daren't stay long, I just had to see you."
He leaned up against the doorframe, his hand still on the brass knob. His long white coat was stained with who-knew-what; they hadn't had a chance to properly wash the lab coat in some time. A stethoscope graced his neck and a sexy smirk grew across his right cheek. In his umber eyes sparkled an inextinguishable passion, and they both knew although he daren't stay long, he would try his hardest to stay longer.
"Henry," came the delicate waif of a voice from the pale rose lips, set below vivid sapphire eyes framed by thin brown lashes; all surrounded by a pinned-up bob of honey-colored curls. The woman's face creased into an expression of worry as she continued to speak. Gosh, she's beautiful when she's upset...
"Henry, you can't be here."
"Henry?" He asked, looking about himself as though another person were supposed to be there. "I don't see anyone called Henry here, do you? First names would imply a personal reason for a visit, and I don't suppose you have any idea what our superiors think of romance on the front lines?"
He paused, giving her a wink and a smile to further intimate the sarcasm of his words. She shyly giggled, halfheartedly covering her smile behind her palm.
"No, I, Dr. Morgan, am here on a very professional matter. It seems the nurse scheduled to aid me until the end of my shift is mysteriously unavailable. So I, Dr. Morgan, am asking, in all professionalism, if a certain Nurse Callaway would be willing to take on an extra shift with myself this afternoon?"
"Why, certainly, good Doctor," she replied, her eyes wide and brows raised so as to be serious, but it was obvious that she was, and in fact they both were, completely overdramatizing the affair.
She quickly changed into her uniform, the good doctor waiting outside her room as she did, in the most professional manner. When she emerged, they strode down the hall together, not touching, just keeping stride with the other, such that he found himself taking shorter strides to account for her petiteness.
They rounded the corner into the actual "hospital" of the temporary military setup, although staff quarters and patient rooms were all part of the same building. At the same time as they came around the corner, it just so happened that (providentially, really) a cart of blood samples was being taken back to another wing to be studied. And it just so happened to be in her way. And he just so happened to be next to her.
He reached out and pulled her close to himself, his strong embrace sending chills of pleasure down her spine. The cart whisked by and the aid worker rashly and rather rudely apologized to the doctor and the nurse.
He took this moment to lean down and whisper in her ear. "And Henry would like to know if Abigail would be available after Nurse Callaway finishes her shift."
"It depends," Abigail whispered back. "Do we have to be professional about it?"
His lips grazed her cheek in the most unprofessional manner as he replied "Not in the least."
so I used a random generator to give me a first line and this is what I came up with. this is literally my best attempt at sexy stuff. Classy sexy. Clexy, as I once heard it called on What Not To Wear(: