"It's fine!" Pauline snarled. "Such a wet blanket!"

"I am not a wet blanket!" Martin protested, though right now he couldn't put up much of an argument in his predicament.

She just smiled and came up to him. "So do you like the gown on me?"

"No," he answered, coldly.

She wasn't exactly surprised, but as he lifted his hands – exposing himself, he gently lifted her robe from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor at their feet, then he lowered the straps on her gown so that it also fell to the ground.

"I prefer it off."

Pauline smiled up at him as he lowered his face to kiss her, pulling her naked body into his arms, she reached up to hold him as he actually dug his fingers a bit into the skin along her back. Moving in closer, she began to rub her torso against him and it wasn't long until he moaned a bit under her lips to show that it was turning him on.

As they separated, she began to trail her hot kisses down his chin and along his neck, pulling the soft, supple skin between her lips, biting along her path with a nip of her teeth. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation as her lips found their way over his collarbone and chest. She lovingly bathed one of his nipples with her tongue.

He was about to say something, when she looked up.

"Shhh…less talk, just relax and enjoy it."

Closing his eyes again, he became hers to do with as she wished. As her mouth voyaged over his warm tummy and belly button, they gradually found their goal and it became apparent the destination.

Lifting his erection in her nimble fingers, she sank her lips around the tip of him and let it glide inside her awaiting mouth. She sucked it so deeply that her throat formed a tight, warm blanket around the base of his sex.

Martin couldn't help himself, falling forward just slightly, he captured the crown of her amber hair in his hands and shouted a bit in pleasure, her head bobbing up and down.

"Dear God – Pauline! Don't stop! Oh yes! Yes! Take all of it! Yes!"

Downstairs, the people having their lunch looked up, a few folks covered their mouth in shock. Whatever was going on up there, they were picturing their doc in a whole new light.

A few minutes later, they could hear him panting and grunting and it grew more and more obscene.

Bert decided to make things interesting. Borrowing a cell phone from one of his customers, he tried to remember the doc's cell. It took several moments, and a miss call to the local florist before he remembered.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Pauline and Martin had quickly made their way over to her bed. Laying down flat on the mattress, with all the sheets drawn back, Pauline sat straddling Martin as he looked up at her impaled on him, her body rolling and her back arching as he began to thrust himself deeper into her yielding body as she rose up a bit on her knees, her breasts bouncing in time to his tempo.

He smiled as he held gripped her waist in his large hands and watched her, her eyes shut in ecstasy as she began to mumble off several expletives and moan his name over and over. The bed's headboard resumed it's banging against the wall as his body began to sweat and he could feel her hands rest against his chest as she touched him to steady herself, though she was still lost in her own world. He reached up and started to squeeze her breasts in the palm of his hand, rolling the nipple against his soft skin. She grunted in response. Her radiant skin glowed with a healthy hue as she began to pant in shallow breaths.

Raising his waist up so that she was lifted a bit off the bed, he began to change his speed and she could feel him driving himself deeper, feeling him pulsing inside of her. She nearly collapsed against him as she could feel a drop of perspiration roll down between her cleavage.

Suddenly, without warning – Martin's cell phone began to ring on the end table next to the bed.

He didn't even stop for a moment as he reached over while still having sex with her to pick it up.

"Martin!" Pauline gasped, barely able to speak. "Don't answer it! Leave it!"

But he didn't hear her, he was still a doctor, no matter the circumstances.

"Ye…s? What…what is it?" He cried into the phone, desperately trying to enunciate the words though his mind was clearly elsewhere.

"Doc! I'm glad I caught you!" Came Bert Large's voice. "I have a bit of an emergency."

The patrons downstairs looked at him and shook their head as Bert tried to stifle his laugh.

There was a pause, and he could hear some rather interesting human sounds over the phone as well as the doc breathing rather obscenely.

"Doc, you still there? I didn't catch you at a – inopportune moment, did I? Why are you panting – you're not – with you know who?"

"No…I…what Bert?" Was all Martin could muster in retaliation.

"Hang up!" Pauline hissed, trying to be discreet as she moaned a little bit and felt Martin rise up again, thrusting deeply into her – as if to silence her. "Oh Gawd!"

"It's my toe, doc!"

Martin rolled his eyes as he listened to him. He couldn't believe he was calling him about this.

"Do you still…have it?" Martin snarled into the phone.

"Yes!"

"Then…you're fine!" He shouted and threw down the phone onto the floor beside the bed.

The anger he felt was turned into passion as he gripped Pauline's waist a little roughly with his hands and started to pound into her warm, trembling body. She cried and whimpered as she could feel her impending climax.

It was then that they heard cheering and wolf whistling outside.

In horror, they realized that the phone was still blinking on the floor and that the window was cracked open beside them.

Pauline looked panicked. "You did turn that off, didn't you? Oh Gawd – tell me it's off! Martin!"

But, as the sounds of the cheering picked up, so did the ebb and flow of the rise in the rush of their bodies and even though they knew it was wrong – they couldn't fight it. Martin gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly as he hung on to her for dear life. She reached forward and collapsed on top of him as he gripped her even tighter and their bodies became completely one as they bounced off the bed together.

She could hear his loud, intense cry of release in her ear as he clung to her. She cried out herself as she felt him and then began to spasm as she could feel his body shuddering below hers.

"Pauline!"

"Martin!" She screamed in reply and then it was over, as she could feel the rush of something warm and viscid inside of her. She cringed for a brief moment and then subsided.

"Oh wow," she gasped as she lay on top of him, feeling his heart pounding away in her ear and the slickened feel of his warm skin. She purred in delight and kissed his breast. "That was incredible. Best I've ever had."

He didn't answer her as his eyes were just staring up blankly at the ceiling looking thoroughly mortified.

Later that afternoon, Pauline and Martin decided to spend a few hours sleeping off their bout of lovemaking. She slept in peace curled beside him, but Martin lay wide awake, holding Pauline in his arms as he looked like a wild animal ready to pounce on anything that moved in the room.

Like clockwork, Martin heard a scuffling near the door and a little bang.

Pauline was just waking up, stretching her hands out a bit when her partner next to her suddenly sat up with a start and hit her square on the nose with his elbow, throwing back the sheets over them.

"Sonofabitch!" Pauline exclaimed, grabbing her nose. "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?"

He immediately turned and crouched down next to her to examine her nose as it was second nature. "It doesn't appear a fracture of the nasal bone. I think if you put some ice on it you will be…"

"Damnit – can you not do the doctor thing and be a boyfriend for five seconds, please?"

"Fine. Are you OK?"

"Nevermind!' She growled and got up out of bed.

Opening the door to the room, Martin noticed the same tray of food and goodies that he saw near the cottage door.

"It's Bert," Pauline commented, leaning down to pick up a croissant from a plate on the tray. "It has to be, must be his idea of a joke – he staged that thing earlier. He probably put it on speaker phone on someone's cell."

"That man is a danger to himself and to others, I should get him sectioned!" Martin snarled as he began pacing in behind Pauline. "We should be getting back to the office."

"Are you serious? And how do you plan on doing that with our adoring groupies out there? Huh? Climb up to the attic and scale the roof?"

He hadn't thought of that and now he looked even more panicked then before.

"This was another one of your bad ideas!" He snarled.

"Oh yeah, it's always Pauline's fault for everything!" She yelled.

Back to square one. She couldn't believe it.

He turned and glared at her. "It was your fault – you were the one who wanted to have an 'afternoon delight'!"

"Well…excuse me, but you agreed to it – besides, I found out something interesting today…"

She smiled up at him, but he was anything but amused.

"What?"

"You like to be watched or at least have an audience when you do it!"

"Don't be vulgar!" He snarled. "I can't believe this. I can just hear the rumors and innuendo now, every patient who enters the clinic will no doubt have some witty little remark to make. This is just wonderful!"

"Actually that just gave me an idea!" Pauline suddenly exclaimed, her eyes lighting up, she leaned up and quickly kissed his cheek before running off to gather up her clothes.

"Oh goodie, another one!" He muttered and followed after her.

As they got to the bottom of the stairs, they realized the house was vacant and everyone was enjoying the meal outside, including Bert who was making the rounds hounding his customers with his wonderful 'joke'.

"OK, what I had in mind was for you to pull that fire alarm over there on the side wall while I shout out 'Fire!' – got it?" She said, as she wiggled into a sweater she'd grabbed while coming from her room.

She saw him struggling with his tie and turned around to help him knot it under his chin.

He would have normally objected to her lame-brained schemes, but he actually found he was entertaining the notion now – and he had to admit – dating Pauline was certainly never boring.

"Sounds good to me," he answered curtly.

"Really?" She giggled.

"Yes, just get on with it!" He snarled, not happy that she seemed so complacent.

"Alright, alright…"

Going over to the entrance to Bert's place, she leaned out the door as he hid behind her.

She took a deep breath and then shouted as loudly she could.

"Fire!"

With that pronouncement, Martin pulled down on the tiny red switch and suddenly there was a loud bell that broke through the air outside and in the building. He put his hands over his ears to block out the sound as it was right next to him.

People jumped immediately to their feet and began screaming, looking like confused rats as they scrambled to find the stone stairs to the street above as quickly as they could – some knocking over glasses and silverware.

Martin glanced over his shoulder at Pauline near the door and rolled his eyes. This was certainly retribution to Bert's prank, so he felt very little sympathy for Large in this instance.

"What…wait! It's a false alarm!" Bert cried, trying to calm nerves as he tried to find the person who called the warning, but the voice was familiar and he knew who it was.

Running after his patrons, while stopping here and there to catch his breath, he disappeared up the stairs himself.

"Coast is clear!" Pauline announced, proudly. "Let's get out of here!"

But as the were heading for the stairs, Martin looked over at Pauline and made a proclamation.

"That's the last time I have sex in the afternoon!"

As he turned to head up the stairs, he was immediately face to face with Sarah who gave him a rather shocked look.

Before she could say anything, he held up his hand and a finger in warning. She shut up and he walked past her insult. Sarah had come down to see what all the commotion was about and see if they couldn't use a practicum doctor in a pinch.

Pauline, on the other hand, was all smiles as she caught up with her friend and took her arm. "I'll tell you all about it later," she whispered to her.

"No, you won't!" Shouted Martin from the landing above, overhearing her.

(Later at the end of a very trying day back at the clinic. As expected most of the patients came by to raze the doctor and his receptionist about their new relationship):

As Martin went outside to check for some of the mail he'd forgot to retrieve that morning, he was met by the ever-present female teenage pack that since he started in Portwenn many moons ago had been the bane of his existence.

"Oh doc, don't think I can have the same prescription as Paul, eh? I think I'm free tomorrow afternoon!" One of the pubescent blondes commented as she bumped into her friends and they began to laugh at his dispense.

"No doubt he'll give you a lollipop if you're a good girl and put out!" Another teased and tittered in delight.

"Perv!" One more muttered and they moved up the street quickly out of sight.

Martin rolled his eyes and grumbled in anger as he watched them leave and when he turned he saw his Aunt Joan standing there in the laneway unseen and glaring up at him with a knowing face. It was the icing on the cake.

"Don't give me that face!" He snarled and turned on his heel to go back into the clinic.

"Marty, we need to have a chat. It's almost closing time, have a moment?"

"No!" He snarled.

"Good!" She answered.

He knew he could never deny her anything, she was like his mother in almost every respect. He just nodded numbly and reached over to help her struggle up the steps, but she pushed his hand aside.

"Thank you, I'm fine. I don't need any help!"

Ah yes – she was definitely an Ellingham.

"Is Pauline here still?" Joan asked as she walked up behind her nephew to the front door of the cottage.

"Yes, she's inside. So are we going to receive the same grilling about this afternoon as half the village has already been doling out like candy today? Why not add you to that list."

"Nonsense, everyone knew already. Come on, let's go talk inside," she said, matter-of-factly and walked in to notice Pauline glancing up from her desk. "Good afternoon, dear – do you think we can speak over some tea?"

Pauline looked confused and pointed to both her and Martin standing behind her.

"Yes, yes!" Martin snapped. "Both of us!"

She walked over and swatted his arm. Joan smiled at her reaction, she always did like that girl – even if she was a bit unorthodox.

"Oww! That hurt!" Martin complained, rubbing his arm.

So Joan walked over and hit him too. Now he looked equally offended.

"Hey!" Martin complained.

Then grumbling he followed the pair into the kitchen, but as he was standing by the entrance to the back rooms, the door to the clinic opened and Bert Large came inside.

"Is that Bert?" Joan called out from in back.

"Yes!" Growled Martin who gave him a glowering look.

Bert humbly held his woolen cap in his hands and fumbled a bit nervously in place like a bashful child.

"Afternoon, doc."

"Mehh!" Martin hissed and ignored him to go fetch his tea.

After a few moments of making a nice little repast for their guests, Martin refused to sit down alongside Pauline, but rather protectively behind her with his back against the counter.

She glanced up at him and tried to urge him to sit as he was making her nervous, but he staunchly refused.

"So what is this all about?" Martin growled at last, still in his perpetual bad mood.

"You tell me, Martin. I heard from Bert you put on quite the show for his customers this afternoon!" Joan said, definitely scolding him.

Martin acted like a ten year old and pointed down at Pauline.

"It was her idea!"

"It's not like I twisted your arm!" Pauline whined and shot him a dirty look.

"Bert, I think you should apologize for your part in this!" Joan demanded, looking over at the man sitting next to her.

He turned meek. "Joanie, I – alright – fine. I'm – I'm sorry doc, Paul. It won't happen again."

Her nephew didn't like how familiar this man was with his auntie's first name.

"It's alright, Bert," Pauline said, grinning. She was easy to please.

"No it's not alright!" Barked Martin. "And might I add, I think you have some explaining yourself – what exactly was happening between you and my aunt when I walked through the living room after leaving your place a day or so ago?"

Pauline's eyes turned big as she listened, this was the first she heard of this.

"Why – what? What happened?" She asked.

"Martin! Do I need to paint you a picture?" Joan answered, a bit of blush coming to her cheeks at the memory, though she remained duly indignant.

"No! Don't! But, I don't think you have the right to cast disparagement when you are…" he started to say, but couldn't mouth the words.

"Having sex? Yes, there are other people who enjoy it too other than yourself, Marty!" Joan snarled and glared up at her nephew.

It turned his stomach.

Pauline grinned and Bert began to chuckle.

"You two?" Pauline dared to ask.

Joan nudged Bert, "I think we should tell them the news."

"What – now?"

"Yes. Now!"

"What news?" Martin asked in dread.

Bert took a hold of Joan's hand – the one on the left and held it out for inspection on the kitchen table. On her third finger glowed a bright, little ring. It was obvious. They were engaged.

Martin started to wriggle and make a face in disgust at the idea. "Oh God!"

Pauline's eyes grew big in shock. "Ohhh…ewww!"

Joan looked angered by their reaction. "What is wrong with you two? This is a good thing!"

"Good thing? How can you possibly describe this as a – good thing?" Martin objected and covered his eyes, as if the mere look of her ring sent him into revulsions. It was almost the same reaction of nearly vomiting that he displayed with his blood phobia.

"Does this mean – that – we're incestuous?" Pauline cried, gripping the table and she bit her lip.

Now Martin looked down at her in disbelief. "What?"

"You know, he's like my dad practically and she's nearly your mom – does that make what we've been doing…oh gross! Oh Gawd! I'm going to have to go scrub myself with ammonia and hot water!"

"Pauline, we are not related and neither is Bert to you," Martin replied, looking at her, disdainfully. "Have you thought this through, you can't seriously be thinking of marrying…?"

Joan took Bert's hand in hers and smiled at him. "We're in love, Marty and you will learn to accept it, he will be your step-uncle. End of story."

Bert just smiled up at him. "Martin, come now, my boy – we've already had a heart to heart about…"

Martin raised his finger and shook his head as if to shush him. Pauline glanced up over her shoulder at him as she saw his reaction.

"About me? When did this happen?" She demanded.

Martin just gave a befuddled look and quickly left the room.

Pauline followed after him. "Doc, get back here!"

"The course of true love," Joan sighed.

"Yes it is," Bert replied, chuckling and then he leaned over to softly stroke under Joan's chin and kiss her lips in response.

(That evening, as they were locking the clinic):

Pauline gathered up her belongings and headed for the front door, she was sure that the last thing Martin wanted to do after the events of the day was to spend another evening with her.

"Where are you going?" She heard his voice call out to her as she headed for the front hall by the stairs.

She turned to him and tried to muster a grin. "Home."

"Pauline, I said I was making you supper!"

That was all he had to say on that as he turned and held out his hand to the kitchen with a blaise look on his face.

Pauline's smile widened as she walked over to him. "Will you wear a little, frilly apron for me when you do?"

"No."

She grinned and he leaned over to kiss her lips for a moment, she reached up and put her arms around his back as he savored it. As they walked away, she swatted him on the butt.

"What is it with you and corporal punishment?" He complained as he followed her towards the back.