Okay, now that she had decided what she wanted to do, she had to figure out how to get there. This could take some planning.
Ray was having a really shitty day. He woke up late to find Neela had already left for the hospital. He was late to work and Weaver yelled at him. He got a trauma patient with a stake through his chest. You don't see that every day. What am I, Buffy the vampire slayer, now? Ray thought grumpily. The guy was now in surgery with Neela and the day had barely started. Maybe he could go check on the guy later. And stop by to see Neela at the same time.
After suturing some idiot in Trauma 1 who was drunk off his ass and cut himself on a beer bottle, Ray decided it was time to go check on Vampire Dude. And see Neela. Neela was monitoring Vampire Dude's vitals. They had operated on his injury but there was extensive damage to his heart. Something we have in common. She thought wryly. When she saw Ray, she knew from looking at him that he had come to see her. She smiled enticingly. Ray was knocked out. "I-I-I came to see Vampire Dude. How's he doing?" "Okay, considering. Hey, want to have dinner tonight? I'm cooking." "Sure." Is something going on here? God I hope so. Maybe this day isn't going to be as shitty as I thought.
Neela got off a little early to get ready for dinner. She was planning on cooking something spicy – not that she needed to heat anything up between them. You know, this would almost be easier if I didn't care so much. And if he wasn't so damned GORGEOUS. He can have any woman he wants – all he has to do was give them that smile. It was really rather infuriating. She decided to wear something a little provocative.
By the time Ray got home she had had two glasses of wine and was feeling much less nervous. He walked in and saw her and stared. She was wearing a backless top and a some really short shorts. She looked beautiful and sexy. Shit, I am in serious trouble here. Does she have any idea how long it has been since I had sex? Just keep your hands to yourself, Barnett. THAT will be hard. Never mind, it already is. Get your mind out of the gutter, Barnett. "Was I supposed to dress for the occasion?" Ray asked. "No, I was just hot." Neela said as she looked at him and stuck out her tongue. And you still are. Stop it, Barnett. You are in such trouble here.
Neela called him over to the stove. "Taste this." I'd like to. STOP IT! She put the spoon up to his mouth and looked up at him. He tasted it. It was very hot. "It's hot but tasty." They shared a look and he started to lean over to kiss her when she turned back to the stove. Nice timing, Barnett. "Hey, Ray.." Neela said. "Yeah?" "Are you a good kisser?" Where the hell did that come from? "I've never had any complaints." He grinned. "Well, I don't think that really qualifies as feedback. After all, look at you. You are in a band, you have groupies hanging on your every word. They probably couldn't care less if you are actually a good kisser or not. And they certainly wouldn't tell you if you weren't." He had actually never thought of it that way before. "I haven't had nearly as much experience as you have, but in my experience most guys slobber all over you then go in for the kill," she said. "You make it sound so romantic," he said. Okay, enough talk. He turned her back around and kissed her gently on the lips. Softly and slowly. He deepened the kiss. She opened her mouth. Okay, so he was a REALLY good kisser. When they came up for air, she said "The jury's still out. I think, in the interest of science, I'll need more research." He led her over to the couch. "No problem, I didn't even give you my A-game."
They sat down on the couch and he leaned in to kiss her again. She moved away from him long enough to move over and sit on his lap. When she leaned down, her shirt fell away from her chestwhich gavehim a glimpse of what was under it. Nothing. Do not go there, Barnett, she is still recovering from her husband's death. He didn't know what to do with his hands. He wanted to touch her, but he was afraid it was too soon. He settled for putting them around her waist but they landed dangerously close to the tie that was holding her shirt together. Careful.
After they had kissed for awhile and nothing else had happened, Neela asked "Hey, Ray?" "Yeah?" "You any good in bed?" Oh crap. "Never had any complaints." "Again, I am really not so sure that is constructive feedback." She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. He had a really stupid grin on his face.
Later, Neela was sitting up in bed, smiling. Ray was practically passed out. Face down, in the pillow, breathing heavily. "Hey, Ray?" "Hmmm." "The jury's still out." "Neela, I am exhausted. Four times in one night is my limit. And I have to work in…3 hours." "Well, I seem to remember hearing you do it 6 or 7 times one night with a certain 14 year old girl." "I was younger then," Ray said. "Ray, that was last year. Iam sorry to say that there has not been enough data to determine whether or notit's a myth that rock stars are better in bed." She traced the tattoo on his back with her tongue. He turned over. "Okay, but you have to do all the work this time." "No problem."
The End