Sargegrey. Sarge isn't speechless very often, but when he is it's probably with the most intelligent mind on the planet.

Wondering Why We're Here
Chapter Twenty-Five: Sargegrey: Wooed

Sarge knew himself to be an intelligent man. What he lacked in degrees or education in favor of military service had long since been dwarfed by his ingenuity and nontraditional application of the sciences he dabbled in.

As far as he was concerned, proper education would have only diminished and inhibited him.

But, for perhaps the first time in his long life, he feeling the pangs of regret to first arrive as he considered that he was far, far out of his intellectual league sitting across from a proper doctor.

Doctor Emily Grey was beautiful, forward, brash, and eccentric. She was everything Sarge ever appreciated in people, and what's more she never failed to impress him.

Which was saying something as Sarge was, by no means, an easy man to impress as it were.

However, as the date had progressed and the garlic bread had long since lost its use as a cover for his lack of contribution in the conversation, Sarge felt his mouth going dry, his hands getting sweaty, and his body otherwise warning him that he needed to reconsider strategies ASAP.

Because about every fifth word tumbling from Doctor Grey's beautiful mouth was longer than most of Sarge's favorite words combined, and somewhere between switching from neurosurgeon jargon and the PHD work Emily did with concerns to Chorus' flora, Sarge found himself utterly at a loss.

And the more he failed to stuff bread in his mouth, the more he could see the realization dawning on Doctor Grey's own face that their conversations had, just perhaps, reached a touch too far.

A soft blush carried onto her cheeks and Doctor Grey laughed, embarrassed, before running a hand through her hair. "I'm so sorry for my enthusiasm," she said so sweetly it twisted Sarge's guts into more knots. "I know I get rather caught up in hearing my own voice sometimes."

"Who can blame you?" he responded, puffing his chest up to make his point. He settled a heavy gaze on her. "It is, after all, one of the most beautiful sounds on Chorus."

Immediately, the good doctor's face melted into a warm smile, her hand dropping down to cover her heart. "Aren't you just the sweetest," she laughed, leaning froward unexpectedly over the bread basket.

Sarge only blinked in surprise as Emily cupped the sides of his face and leaned in to kiss his lips. He felt his ears and the bridge of his nose heat up, and stomach flip more than a few times.

While his brain was frying, he could hardly form the concept of reacting with a kiss in return, so Sarge found himself just watching as Doctor Grey sat herself back down, her own blush spread across her face.

Being sure to not waste anything on this night, Sarge coughed into his fist, leaned in on his elbow and raised a sultry brow at his fine date.

"It's a sure good thing you're a doctor," he purred, "because I think I just saw stars."

That time when Emily Grey covered her face it was to desperately mask a high pitched snort. And Sarge couldn't stop himself from grinning.

Score.