Warning, it gets rather dirty in this chapter so if you're not comfortable with that, you have been warned :)

Chapter 8: Overboard

Later that night Roger decided to go and see if Julia was awake. It was rather late, but he knew her to be a devoted insomniac and he really wanted to try and win her over. He still couldn't believe something had actually happened between her and Barnabas, if Carolyn wasn't lying, and he wondered how the strange man could even express any sort of affection towards a woman. He was very bothered by the fact that something had been going on between them since Barnabas had only been here for a very short period of time. Roger, on the other hand, had known Julia for years. How come they never got a chance? When he got closer to her study he suddenly became worried. What if Barnabas was in there? He couldn't imagine anything worse than barging in on the two of them doing something private. He went against his fear and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" he heard Julia ask from inside.

"It's Roger, may I come in?" she heard him reply. Roger? She was quite surprised that he was visiting her this late at night. However she supposed that now when he was here he might as well come in, even though she wasn't properly dressed and had no makeup on whatsoever.

"Yeah sure, come on in." she replied as she moved from the middle of her couch to one side, leavning room for him. She had no idea why but she was up late watching telly. She usually hated it but tonight it seemed better than to be left alone with her thoughts. As Roger came in, smiled at her and sat down next to her she felt very.. Naked. She was only wearing her night robe and it wasn't exactly made of the thickest material. Whatever, she thought, he's probably just as tired as I am.

"So, not to be rude or anything, but what exactly are you doing here in the middle of the night?" she asked before he even got a chance of starting a conversation. She saw Roger smile, and even blush, a bit as he ran his hand through his hair. She tilted her head and gave him a questioning look.

"Come on Roger, what's going on?" she asked him in a sort of demanding, but still nice, tone.

He met her eyes for the first time. Oh God I shouldn't have done that, he immediately thought to himself, because she was so utterly gorgeous it distracted him from thinking clearly.

"I don't know. I wanted to see you." he replied sheeplisly and she burst out in laughter.

"Are you serious? You wanted a meeting with your son's drunk psychiatrist at two in the morning?" she asked him again, still not giving up.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, still trying to avoid answering her questions.

"Naturally, but that gives you no right to change the subject all the time, I'm not an idiot you know." she replied and leaned forward to grab two glasses from the table, handing one to Roger. "You want some?"

He nodded and she poured them both a drink of some sort before pulling her legs up and making herself comfy in the sofa.

"Cheers to you being down here for no apparent reason." she said and he couldn't help but smiling when her eyes met his. They sat quietly for a while, watching telly, drinking booze, and it was almost like they had done it before. They chitchatted a bit about everything and nothing. Julia filled up his glass a couple of times and had to restrain herself in order not to laugh at his reaction to the alcohol. Clearly the man wasn't as much of an alchoholic as she was. When he had finished another glass he gave her a wide smile.

"God you never stop looking like a lad on his first prom, do you?" she said as she took a gulp from her drink.

"Not when I'm with you, no." he replied and put his drink down on the table. She looked at him to see if he was joking but soon realised that the look upon his face was rather serious, even in his drunk state.

"Well this just got awkward..." she murmured and suddenly felt a lot more conscious about what she was wearing. She put down her drink too and as she sat back down she crossed her legs and pulled her night robe down a bit.

"No, no, I don't want it to be awkward, I just want you to know that I'm here for you." he replied, surprisingly intense, and moved closer to her, gently placing his hand on her thigh.

"Uhh, Roger, personal space.."

"No, please don't say that." he interrupted her and when she tried to remove his hand he moved it up to her waist instead, gently pulling her towards him.

"Roger what the hell has gotten into you?" she demanded as she placed her hands on his shoulders in order to keep his face away from hers, because he was slowly trying to pull her even closer. Inevitably he was stronger than her, even while drunk, so it didn't take long until he had defeated her arms trying to keep him away. He hugged her tight, placing his head between her breasts. For a while she thought he might stop at that, and it wasn't really too bad, but when his head moved up towards her face and he started nibbling at her neck she had had enough.

"Roger, stop it." she said in a stern tone.

"What, don't you like it?" he asked teasingly as his hand found its way to one of her nipples, squeezing it roughly through the thin fabric of her night robe. She couldn't supress the moan that escaped her lips. He chuckled and she shuddered as his hot breath touched the sensitive skin on her neck.

"I think you do like it, doctor." he said, and she knew he was right. She did like it. But that had nothing to do with her feelings for him. They were both drunk, and that was the end of it.

His hand wandered from her nipple down to her thigh, slowly finding its way in under her night robe. He continued to place kisses and nibbling her neck while his hand found its way up to her panties. She moaned loudly as he gently stroked her through her panties but in between moaning she stuttered:

"Roger, stop it, right now, I don't want.."

"You don't want what? I think you do, you're all wet honey."

She cursed herself for falling for this. Obviously this was what he had planned from the beginning. But she couldn't deny that he was right, oh God how right he was. He was teasing her ear with his tongue as his hand found its way in under her panties. She moaned as he started playing with her clit. Oh God this is insane, she thought to herself, as his lips found hers and they began to kiss passionately. Roger was still in a drunk haze and he couldn't believe what was going on. She feels so good, he thought as their tongues entwined and he continued teasing her clit. When he pushed two fingers inside of her she broke free of his mouth and gave out a loud moan. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her and he couldn't take his eyes of her. He had dreamt of doing this to her for a long, long time, but never in his wildest imaginations had it been as hot as it was now in real life. He pushed another finger inside of her as he continued toying with her clit and he felt so satisfied when he saw her moaning and writhing under his touch. God this is mad, he's the father of my patient, she thought to herself and found that the thought disturbed her. Then she remembered another one of her patients. Barnabas. She felt her entire body freeze just at the mere thought of him. What was she doing? Lord, she was being fucked by another man, whom she felt absolutely nothing for apart from temporary attraction due to booze, and she hadn't even thought of him. She felt ashamed and dirty and was suddenly repulsed by herself. He saw her expression change and was just about to ask what was wrong when she suddenly pulled out his fingers and dragged her night robe down. He was about to move a bit closer to her when she suddenly got up.

"What is it? You were nearly there, let me finish you off." he said teasingly, and even though he was very right she didn't have any plans on letting him. She was honestly quite mad at him for even trying all this in the first place.

"No, you get out of here." she replied. "You get out and don't try anything else. I'm serious, Roger."

He looked hurt and confused, but she told herself he would have to deal with that, he was after all the one who started all this. To her surprise he didn't argue, she was at least expecting some kind of reluctance from his part. Instead he slowly got up, still quite drunk, and walked for the door. His walk was horrible and she was expecting him to fall over at some point, but miraculosuly he made it to the door and closed it without breaking anything. She sat down on the couch and buried her face in her hands. Fuck, she thought to herself, how could I be so stupid? What would Barnabas think? He would probably hate her for this. She couldn't help it, but she started sobbing. She couldn't believe Roger had done this to her. But then again she remembered she hadn't actually said no, and that made her feel so much worse. As she got up and went for her bead she felt how wet she still was, she was really aching, but she decided there was no way she would finish off what Roger had started. Let it fade away and go to hell, she thought as she crawled in under her covers and closed her eyes.