BD7
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More Ian POV
Ian was feeling good. He had done four shots now, and the taste was improving upon closer acquaintance. Granted, it was not something he would want to drink on a daily basis, but it was not as bad as it had seemed at first. He did not feel the need to grimace at the flavor this time, which surely was a good sign. Ian was actually getting into the spirit of the whole ritual. It seemed so integral to the experience, he was stretching each action out to savor it. He had a rhythm going now, licking the salt from his skin, letting the tequila burn down his throat to pool in his stomach, then the cool benediction of citrus as he sucked on the lime. Ian was not so wrapped up in it to miss the feeling of being watched though. He closed his eyes as he sucked the lime, trying to get a sense of where the gaze was coming from. When he opened his eyes, he was staring directly at his watcher. Ian was stunned. He was staring directly into the sapphire eyes of the doctor from the lab. He noted her dilated pupils and the flush on those high cheekbones and assumed she was as surprised as he was.
Mobius noted the direction of Nottingham's stare, and whistled. "Now that is what the Bible meant about Eve tempting Adam with the apple."
Ian started slightly, and took in the rest of the good doctor's attire. She was wearing a candy apple red dress, cut to show a lot of cleavage. Her skin seemed as white as the flesh of a newly cut apple. Or newly bitten…Ian found himself wondering what it might be like to take a bite for himself.
"Mobius, I must agree. That is definitely forbidden fruit, but forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest." Beck pointed out with an appreciative leer.
"I think the fruit is about to bite back." Rook noted, as the doctor closed with them. Her expression was far from pleased.
"What the hell are you
lot doing out here! I know that the Control specified no leaving base once the
project officially started!" she was upset. Her eyes were glowing and her color
was high.
There was a moment of silence
as we all looked at each other, and then Mobius spoke
up. "Sgt. Leamon gave us a last night of liberty." He
looked at her calmly, secure in his position. "Almost didn't recognize you
without your clipboard. Doc."
"My clipboard is back
at the lab, where you really ought to be. I am going to speak to Sgt. Leamon myself in the morning. You are supposed to receive
the first set of injections in the morning, but if you body chemistry is off
from all the toxins you've put in it tonight we can't. I can't believe it, not
even a day into the project and we're going to hit a delay. This is just
fucking great!" she was getting more upset, the complications were obviously
compounding in her mind.
"Relax Doc, have a shot. Or
do you lab types prefer to ingest your own toxins?" Reese said as he held out a
shot glass and the salt shaker.
Ian looked at him with shock. If he had treated one of Iron's rages so cavalierly, he'd have earned a beating, at the very least.
"What?" the doctor seemed shocked by the question, and then she relaxed. "Well, it's done now. Fuck it. I'll take that shot Reese, and I thank you."
"So Doc, what brings you here? A little search and destroy?" Mobius probed as she sprinkled some salt on her hand.
"Actually, I came with friends, but they are trying to get laid, and I was cramping their style. I decided to take a little stroll and give them a chance." She chuckled and shook her head. "I'm not sure it will help though. Mattheson's pick up lines are pretty weak. I sure wouldn't fall for them."
"What would you fall for Doc?" Beck asked hopefully.
"Ha. Ha. Forget it Beck, I read your file. No way," she said and threw back the shot. She sucked the lime with obvious relish.
Ian's gaze was riveted on her lush mouth. He wondered if she knew what she was doing to him. He could feel the flush rising in his cheeks as his body heated. He was suddenly caught up in a vision of her mouth under his. Suddenly all those educational tapes Irons had had him watch seemed far less clinical. His wayward imagination replaced the women with her, and the men with him.
"What did it say?" Beck seemed affronted.
"You really want me to discuss it in front of your unit?" she arched one eyebrow.
"They're gonna find out about me eventually, Doc." Beck grinned.
"Let's not ruin the surprise." The doctor rolled her eyes.
"Doc, is Leamon really in trouble for letting us out tonight?" Reese changed the subject.
"I don't know. It's not up to me. I have nothing to do with that chain of command. Bioweapons is a completely different world, with its own hierarchy. I suppose he'll catch Hell if it wasn't cleared through proper channels on his end. If he did file a request and it was granted, his ass is covered." She shrugged, which caused the dress to flash even more cleavage.
Ian had just about refocused on the discussion at hand when she did it. His thoughts caromed off again. He knew he was staring, but she didn't seem to notice. Unfortunately, she was the only one not to notice.
Mobius got a good look at the poleaxed expression on Nottingham's face. He had already noted the Doc's unwillingness to look in Nottingham's direction. It was easy enough to put one and one together. Smiling to himself, he gestured to the bartender for more tequila. As the shots were lined up, he stopped everyone from grabbing their drinks. "Gentlemen, and I use the term loosely, we have yet to initiate Nottingham in the fine art of body shots."
"That's right! This is Nottingham's first time drinking!" Rook backed Mobius instantly.
"Body shots?" Ian asked with some trepidation. This sounded less like a drinking thing, and more like something you'd do in combat.
"Never been out drinking before?" the doctor cut in, surprise evident in her voice.
"Nope, but we're corrupting him. First the liquor, then the wild women...speaking of which, we need one to demonstrate the body shots." Rook said and began looking around for a likely candidate.
"Why look, when the Doctor is in?" Beck pointed out. "Unless she's chicken…"
"I have never backed down from a dare in my life. You're on! Pass the salt Beck, and get out of the way. The doctor is about to operate." She had a devilish glint in her eye.
Ian froze, suspecting this was how deer felt when headlights shone on them. He was rooted in place as she approached him, salt shaker in hand. She looked up at him, and made an imperious gesture toward the barstool.
"Sit. I cannot reach your neck from down here." She pointed again when Ian did not move.
"Why not just go for something…lower?" Beck said suggestively.
"I haven't had that much to drink Beck. I still remember that I have to work with you lot tomorrow. If I do it anywhere else, I'll spend the first week of the testing catching crap from all of you." She gave Beck a look that promised much pain if he so much as breathed a word of what was happening.
Ian sat, wondering what he was getting in to. "Ok Doc, I'm sitting. What now?"
"Tilt your head a little to the side. And please, for tonight, call me Moira. Burke or Doc at the lab, though." Moira said as she stepped between his legs. She licked his neck. It was just a quick darting of tongue, but it sent shivers through his body. She salted the area she had licked, and then looked into his eyes. He was almost afraid of what was going to come next. His heart rate was accelerated, adrenaline was pumping through his system, it felt as though he were about to enter combat.
