Medicine Man
Sakura watched the steam roll from the piping hot cup in her hands with a fascination born of exhaustion. Coffee at long, long last. It had been a grueling shift. Resisting the urge to press the heel of one hand into her left eye with a tired sort of irritation, she tried to remember the last time she'd remembered to have her vision checked. Her contacts were hassling her, the strain of the evidentially too-old prescription straining her eyes to the max. A soft complaint fell from her lips as the itchy ache seemed to intensify. In an admirable show of stubborn coordination, the strawberry blonde hipped her way into the breakroom mid-sip, a thin sheaf of forms in one hand and her liquid energy in the other.
Smile spreading along with the rush of heat and much needed caffeine, the young doctor dropped her cargo onto the table under a rain-spattered window, shrugged the crisp white coat from her shoulders and tossed it over the back of her usual chair. Crumbling into the plastic seat with a happy exhale, Sakura settled her cup toward the middle of the table and pulled the stack of papers to the forefront. The pen she remembered stashing in her coat pocket eluded her for a frustrating moment, but once the AWOL utensil found her hand, fifteen minutes of busy work flew by fairly painlessly.
Scratching another footnote onto the page atop the stack, apple green eyes watched the ink begin to run into mush as her thoughts began to wander. The quiet shush of the door swinging open hardly registered as she absently scrubbed her sore eyes. Yellow-y light poured from the refrigerator as the room's newest occupant rummaged, the additional illumination mixing with the rain washed rays that the single window allowed.
The crack of an opening can surprised Sakura, jolting her from her daydreams. Cobalt eyes tracked her reaction, jumping shoulders to muffled gasp, over a condensation-frosted can. Dr. Uchiha's dark hair stirred handsomely over his smooth brow as he nodded a greeting.
Swallowing convulsively and wiggling the pen in her grasp, Sakura smiled quickly and muttered a passable, "Doctor."
The heat that danced into her cheeks was mortifying. With movements that she hoped conveyed nonchalance, the young woman arranged her upper body over the remainder of her paper work. And tried to disguise her blush. Peace enough to make any progress on the forms was difficult to come by, however.
Since his arrival at Konoha General, the gorgeous Dr. Uchiha had been the talk of the female population. From what she'd gathered, he'd transfered from Rice Hospital and had been a volunteer in one of the post-war zones before that. He was professional to the point of a near fault, neither off-putting or encouraging to his many amorous perusers. He simply did his job and went home. No dates, no dinner with colleagues. Just business-but Sakura couldn't help herself.
So far as she was concerned, he was neigh on aesthetically perfect; a total and utter traffic-stopper with his razorblade cheekbones and jawline. Not to mention that deep, deep blue gaze. Or his mouth. A breath whispered from her chest as she thought of that sculpted, bowed upper lip and its fuller mate. It was like they were designed to drive her mad. And his body? Sakura caught herself before she could turn to catch a glance in the present tense. Clamping down on the impulse and resigning herself once again to side-long glances across the ER, she pictured his solid frame in her mind with a veritable purr. Broad shoulders, trim waist and sleek musculature. Not too bulky, but impossible to miss beneath his classic polos and tailored button-downs.
A firm hand caught her wrist as it lifted to harry her tingling eye once again, freezing her mind as it finally began to direct itself to her absolute favorite aspect of the debonair M.D.'s appearance. Her wide, apple green gaze slashed up to absorb the sight Dr. Uchiha presented with a casually hitch brow, his unspoken question hanging in the air between the two of them.
Clearing her throat and grinning sheepishly, Sakura gathered the presence of mind to speak. "Oh, ha! It-it's nothing. I just need to update my prescription." A hard blink did nothing to ease the burning that her hand had been en route to tend. It was almost worth the irritating ache to watch the subtle play of expression over her co-worker's visage as he analyzed her behavior. Determination with an edge of some softer emotion Sakura didn't have time to identify won out, thinning the lush line of his mouth but lightening the cast of his gaze a split second before his free hand caught her chin.
Before she could protest, Sakura felt her chair slide away from her place at the table, her male counterpart arranging her with ease until her position accommodated his impromptu exam. A penlight appeared in his hand and the young woman had to concentrate on the routine actions he dictated to her and following them. It was a fight with her inner fangirl, who clamored to watch the tick and play of the muscle in his long, capable hands. Something about the confidence and skill they exuded harried her to distraction.
Flicking the light off once more, Dr. Uchiha released her chin from his grip and commented, "Looks like mild verging on serious irritation. Do you have your frames with you?"
With a lot of willpower, Sakura managed to decode his question rather than dwelling on the smooth timbre of his voice. Blinking forcefully against the need to rub, she replied, "I wish I did, but I really don't like them." Wincing at the lame excuse she started to bluster, "Not that-"
Crossing his arms across his chest after waving off her attempt, the tall male interrupted, "Contact solution?"
"Yes, actually." Pleased to have done something redeemable, Sakura rose from her seat and made for the buttery yellow lockers near the door. As she quickly unlocked her cubby and lifted her large tote bag free, the red-blonde nudged around in its depths for a couple of seconds before pulling the tiny squeeze bottle free. Before she could do much more, the container was free from her hand and Dr. Uchiha was gesturing for her to re-assume her seat.
Settling into the chair with a little hesitation and dropping her purse at her feet, she warbled, "This is hardly neccisary, Dr. Uchiha. I can-"
"Sasuke." A warm palm settled onto her forehead, brushing her wispy bangs aside as he tilted her face to his design. "Keep your eyes open wide for me."
As if her eyes would ever loose their 'doe in the headlights' expression. Of course she'd known his first name, but he'd told her. Ino, her nutritionist best friend, would eat her heart out when sh-The splash of the first drop finding her parched retina startled her from her ecstatic thoughts. A second rejuvenating drop found the same orb before he released her momentarily. Once she'd accommodated herself to the refreshing sensation, Sakura watched with carefully reigned interest as Sasuke adjusted his ultra-thin, gunmetal frames with the back of his occupied hand. Sluggish mind finally catching up enough to wonder why he wouldn't use the hand not gripping the small bottle of solution, her fogged brain finally saw fit to note that his other hand was firmly entrenched in the sideswept bangs at her ear.
Swallowing slowly, Sakura was too dazed to do more than allow Sasuke to angle her face back again. The drops came no more quickly or less carefully, but the pounding of her heart and racing of her mind made the experience speed by in a blur. Watching the man above her do something as routine as shift his glasses should not have sent her into a mental tailspin. But something about the way the cat-eye frames sat upon his strong, straight nose and shadowed his deep-set eyes made her arguably brilliant mind go utterly blank.
Rather than embarrassing herself and staring at her colleague anymore than she already had, Sakura sat up quickly. Fought for composure. But the quick movement didn't allow enough time for her eye to assimilate all of the solution. A surplus of saline slipped over her lower lid before she could react, trekking down her cheek like a rapid tear. A pair of lightly calloused fingertips brushed the moisture from her cheek before she could react.
One of her hands attached itself to the wrist of the hand buried in her long bangs, moving along with it as Sasuke's hand ghosted down, down. It had settled, confident and warm at the base of her throat in what could only be called a possessive, intimate touch when an electronic voice crooned, "She want that lovey dovey. Dovey dovey! Tha' kiss, kiss! In 'er mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me."
Two pairs of eyes swung to rest on the slim figure in the doorway. A petite blonde stood, shellshocked, her Blackberry bleating guiltily in her right hand. Snapping to, Ino jabbed a manicured finger at the device, silencing the little beast mid-word. Her generally confident tone was pale as her complexion. "I-uh, I-I'm gonna just...go." In a flurry of sweet perfume and long hair, the pretty nutritionist disappeared.
Squeezing her eyes tight against the awkwardness that was sure to settle soon, Sakura nearly jolted in her seat as a lightly roughened thumb feathered against the delicate skin of her throat. The touch was too brief for her to do more than sigh in pleasure. Too soon, his hand was gone, her own floating down to rest in her lap as he pulled away. With an airy sort of disconnect, she pried her eyes open and watched him scrawl something onto the papers that lay forgotten on the table with the pen she'd abandoned along with them. The quick, methodical movements of his left handed writing shouldn't have been as sexy as they struck Sakura to be.
After gathering the neglected can he'd settled on the table next to her work, of Red Bull she noted with muted interest, he pointed to the lines he'd scribbled in the upper corner of one form. "That's my private line. Call when you're finished with your shift." His points made and orders issued, Dr. Uchiha glanced one last time at Sakura's dazed, prettily flushed face. The first smile she'd seen from him lightened his features, flashing pearly white teeth for a scant second before smoothing away. Only a tilt around those intense eyes behind their masculine frames suggested his mirth.
He turned, striding back toward the door. Back to work. Before he walked out, he turned slightly and added, "And take the lenses out when you get home."
Craptastic closing, for the loose. But it's late and I like the main body enough to worry about it not. Anyway, I'm still alive and working on CT. This was bouncing in my head, though. So here you have it.
This random drabble inspired by Gabzilla's epic pic: http (colon) (slash) (slash) gabzillaz (dot) deviantart (dot) com (slash) art (slash) SS (dash) Doctors (dash) 116708295
If my attempt at link plugging fails as hard as it looks to, just type 'SS Doctors' into the devArt search and it should pop up. And I switched the glasses from Sakura to Sauce :B Sorry, Ms. Gabzilla, but I'm a sucker for smexy frames on a hot body! XD
PS I don't own 'Kiss Kiss' by Chris Brown or 'Medicine Man' by The Hush Sound. I just listened to both while I wrote this one.
PPS Forgetting/neglecting to remove/cleanse contacts is SRS business, SRSLY. The bf almost pwn'd his baby blues being a lazy bum, so I don't recommend. Corneal ulcers are about as cuddly as they sound. SRSLY.
PPPS I don't know if Sauce would actually like Red Bull, it's a really strange, aquired taste in my opinion and I can see it being a possibility. (oh, and I'm addicted to it so maybe I'm a bit biased) Plus it's fanfiction, so nah.
PPPPS Yeah I made Sauce a lefty, he strikes me as the type. (LEFTIES FOR TEH WINZ) Plus eet's sexi XD
That is all.
Reviews are golden, thanks for the read.
