Months passed since that night, when they had first laid hands on each other, became sexually acquainted, showed their true feelings to one another. Life couldn't be any better for the pair. They had formed a strong personal relationship, just as much as their professional one. Their secret rendezvous after their shifts had ended, either at his or hers. Both appreciated each other's company, neither wanted it to ever end.
The never ending shift of the long summer's day was eventually coming to a close. Connie breezed down the corridors of Jenner ward, as Michael Beauchamp's senior registrar, having already completed the ward round, just about to clock off. Since their first night they spent together, her confidence had grown to greater heights, impressing her consultant even more. He knew within herself that one day, she'd give him a run for his money, even though that the time wasn't now. Casually walking past his office door, slightly ajar, she paused before cleverly leaning herself against the door, knowing that he would find her irresistible presenting herself in such a fashion. 'Late night again?' She asked seductively, a slight smirk playing across her lips. Startled by her sudden interruption to his paperwork, his eyes rolled up, catching her delicious curves as he did. He knew she loved to play her 'little games', to tease him in particular and at this moment in time, she was succeeding with her attempt to grab his attention.
'You could say that…' was the reply, as he carefully placed his pen down on top of his paperwork. She stepped further into the room, leaning herself against the wall by the door. 'So what does my registrar require on a beautiful evening like this?' he enquired, leaning back on his chair, adjusting his position to a more comfortable one. She slowly twirled a stray strand of her silky hair around her index finger, before releasing it from her grasp and letting the curl fall past the side of her face. Straightening her back from the slight arching of it, she watched him, his every move, his every breath, the every blink of his eyes. She remained silent. Running out of patience, anticipating her reply, he ran his fingers through his short hair, 'Well?'
She pushed herself off the wall, slowly letting her heel click across the floor to his desk, perching herself right on the edge. His eyes trailed down her body, as she made contact with the desk he was working at, before moving back up to her face, the blusher on her cheeks reinforcing her appearance. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, knowing the silence was beginning to irritate him enormously. 'Well…' she began, not making a single movement, but yet still watching him, 'I was wondering if you wanted to go through tomorrow's list with me…before I go, that is…'
He pulled himself up from the slouch he had been acquainted with for the past few minutes. Raising an eyebrow, he leant on his elbows against the desk, 'I think you're hinting something else, Miss Seville' he replied, the flirting becoming increasingly obvious, just as much as his arousal of even seeing her in front of his very eyes.
'Why on earth would I do such a thing?' she bounced back, slowly sliding herself off the desk, her hands supporting her balance all of the way. She twisted herself around, facing him, but focusing on the clock behind him, 'Never mind.' She continued, 'It's time I headed back home…an empty house awaits…' before turning back around and heading towards the slightly ajar door. As she did, he leapt up, his slow yet large paces overtaking her quick, small ones. His hand reached for the door, firmly placing his on the edge of the door, pushing it shut. She froze on the spot where she stood, her eyes starting to follow from his hand, still pressed firmly against the door, along his arm, meeting his shoulder and then his face. By this time, she was facing him completely; his free hand now positioned parallel to the other, now trapping her between his arms. She swallowed silently, the feeling of infatuation returning once more. His dazzling blue eyes. Her perfectly constructed body. Perfection.
She looked down at the floor for a few lingering seconds, before rolling her eyes to meet his, 'And what exactly do you call this Mr Beauchamp?' she asked, with a slight glint in her eyes, 'anyone would think you were attracted to me…' A smirk slowly appeared across her face, knowing this was more than just a fatal attraction. Michael, on the other hand was enjoying every minute of her tantalising tactics, loving the way her mind worked, cleverly thinking up of the correct words to tease his mind. He grinned at her, hinting to her that she'd correctly identified how he felt towards her.
'Well…maybe I am.' was the reply, as he began to lean towards her, attempting to rekindle the passion they had many times over the past few months. One of his hands slid down the door frame, sitting it lightly on her minute waist as he leant further in. Planting a soft, yet passionate kiss on her lips, Connie didn't move in the slightest. She let him take control of her, his other hand sliding down the length of the door to the lock, turning the little silver key, and locking the door with a small click. After releasing his grip from the key, he let his free hand sit on her waist, before delving towards her for another lingering kiss. She pushed her hands up his arms, stroking them a little before she wrapped her arms around his neck. They both smiled wickedly at each other as he pulled her closer to him, their waists pressed against each other.
'So maybe you are.' She whispered into his ear, in a flirtatious, yet seductive manner. Adoring every word she spoke, his lips made contact with hers yet again, this time staying locked together for what seemed like eternity. He took hold of her hands, leading her towards his desk, lifting her up on to the top. He detached himself from her for a few quick seconds, whilst he pulled down the blinds and closed them, wanting to create some privacy for them both, knowing that no-one knew that they were secretly meeting each other. They kissed as he returned to her; he remained standing, pushing the soft material of her blouse up her waist, and gently stroking the smooth skin beneath it with his thumbs. She raised her hands towards his collar, fiddling with his tie, undoing the neatly done knot. Pulling it off the collar several seconds later, she quickly discarded it, landing on the sleek, smooth floor. She moved her hands back to the top of his shirt, fiddling with the top button of his shirt. At the same time, Michael had begun to plant small kisses down her neck, keeping her on her toes, as his kisses became more intense. As she fully undid the buttons on his shirt, he began to repeat her actions on her, but quicker. With half a minute her blouse was on the floor with his shirt and tie. Kisses were carefully placed along her shoulder, as she ran a perfectly manicured nail down his spine, sending shivers down it.
Soon enough, they had peeled the larger garments of clothing off each other, which now resided in an untidy heap on the floor beside his desk. Their intimate kisses had become more passionate and he was almost on top of her, still seated firmly on the "reinforced" table. Her legs slowly crawled around him, hugging him like her arms, which had been thrown around his neck. Before she was completely entwined with him, he quickly removed the remaining garments, which were protecting their modesties, discarding them immediately to the known pile. He took a deep breath of the tense, yet seductive atmosphere around him, before he slid himself inside her. It caused her to moan quietly in delight, knowing that if she'd been any louder, the whole hospital would know about their secretive affair. Still inside her, he lifted her up off the flat surface, carrying all of her weight with his strong manly arms. He smothered her with butterfly kisses across her breasts, giving her immense pleasure, before he carried her over to the sofa, which resided in the corner furthest away from the door. He lay her gently down on it, her back resting on a few pillows he had put there for the décor of the office. She pulled him down on top of him, her arms still attached around his neck. They began to move rhythmically, resembling a slow waltz. It suited both of them, both in need of a wind down following the day's events. They both came simultaneously, letting out small groans, but wanting to be able to cry out in ecstasy.
It was some time later, Connie lay on top of Michael, her head resting on his chest. She was exhausted, like every time she shared an experience with him. She lay still on him, attempting to listen for a heart beat. Michael on the other hand, had closed his eyes and had subsequently been sleeping for a while, before Connie had reached down and teased him, causing his eyes to jolt open in surprise. He looked down, spotting the source of his sudden awakening. She looked up at him, smiling like an innocent child. He knew only she was capable of doing such a thing to her, 'No point of denying the truth.' he commented, running a hand through her soft silky hair. She slid up him, giving him a soft tender kiss, her hand now placed across his bare chest.
'Never said I was denying anything…' she replied, completely leaning on him. He smiled back, brushing a hand past her cheek, then stroking it gently. He felt this was perfect, and he knew it was exactly what he wanted. He had finally met a woman, utterly amazing and did much more than fulfilling his expectations. He was certain she was the one. Their relationship clicked, all the pieces fitted together perfectly. He just wasn't sure if she felt the same way in. However, there was only one way.
'So…' he continued, 'What now?' His warm smile brought a glimmer of happiness to her eyes. She returned the friendly smile, now stroking his chest lightly, bringing a slight tingling sensation within him. 'What do you mean by that?' she enquired, snuggling up to him as he pulled a small blanket across them both, keeping the pair of them warm. He wrapped his arms around her, like a barrier, protecting her from anything that could be lethal towards her. He paused for a bit, thoughts running through his mind of what to say to her. Worried that she could take it the wrong way, he decided to be less direct. Kissing her on the forehead, he turned her around to face him, taking hold of her hands again. He swallowed, Connie watching him, anticipating an answer from him. He sat up; bringing her up with him, still holding her hands lightly. He watched her avidly for a few more moments, before saying the words he had thought about for a long time:
'I have a proposition for you.'