Watching her on the bed, he decides he doesn't need a definition. It is enough to be with her in the room. He can count the times he's settled on one hand. He doesn't settle. He is a man always in control. A man who wants the best and always gets what he wants. He's already changed for her. He is a different man. A man risking his career and reputation for stolen moments. A man wanting something he is not sure wants to be his. A man driven by his desire. A man who settles. A man not in control.
"Lock the door."
She smiles deciding what to do. It isn't a question of want. The attraction is undeniable. Anytime she looks at him, she finds herself mindlessly touching her hair or her face or fidgeting. He can fluster her without a single word. It is a question of who should lock the door. With surgeons everything is a competition and he is closer to the door.
He is not sure how she will respond. Surgeons do not like being told what to do. They like control and when they don't have it they will do anything to get it back. He knows she might just walk away or go to sleep. She is unpredictable. It's the thing about her that he finds most exciting and frustrating.
Sitting up, she slowly takes off her shoes enjoying that he's uncertain of her next move. She doesn't remember wanting any other guy the way she wants him. By now, she is usually bored. Nothing comes close to being with him. Why did he cross that line with her? It doesn't make sense. She loosens her hair and hops off of the bed.
He takes a deep breath, following her with his eyes as she comes closer. He's excited by the light touch of her fingers against his leg as she walks past him not bothering to look his way. He feels his heart rate quicken when, without turning to look at him, she steps back moving her hand up the front of his leg until he feels her finger teasing him as it travels across the waistband of his scrubs.
Looking at his face for the first time, she catches him lick his lip slowly as her hand makes its way underneath the front of his shirt. She's smiling defiantly and her eyes have a devilish sparkle.
"You lock the door." Her voice is sexy as it challenges him.
He laughs at how competitive she is and how he much he enjoys that. These surprises he likes. He takes a deep breath, looking at the door then back at her before leaning down
As his lips touch hers, she feels his arms wrap around her waist and panics that someone's going to walk in. Why didn't he just lock the door when he came in? Before she can say anything, she feels his hold on her tighten as, awkwardly, he leads her stumbling over to the door. Onlyonce does she break away from his kiss, and, that is to laugh when her left hand meets his right as they both fumble to lock the door.
He loosens the tie to her scrubs and kisses the skin she exposes as she quickly takes off her shirts. Stepping back as she removes her pants, he takes in the image of her in the same black bra and panties she slipped out of this morning. He loves looking at her. It doesn't matter what she's wearing or not wearing. His thoughts are interrupted by the feel of her hands peeling off his shirt.
She feels his hands position her face so that she is now looking at him. She can always feel him looking at her. When they are working, she tries to avoid meeting his eyes. Her breaths become shallower as she sees the intensity in his eyes telling her all those things she never wants to hear. Their kisses are passionate. She always tries to avoid too much kissing believing it to be too intimate. Too intimate for casual sex. Any attempts to avoid kissing him failed. She can't remember anyone else's kiss making her feel the way his kisses do. She wraps her legs around his waist as he picks her up.
Looking into her eyes, he swings her around as he walks to the bed. He smiles hearing her giggle right before he feels her lips on his neck and her dark hair brushing his body. He smiles every time she laughs and says his name as she tries to catch her breath. It fascinates him when the composed intern focused on competition and control is replaced by the woman who giggles every time he lifts her up. Not a laugh but a giggle. He loves it because it is happy. It is light. So different from the Dr. Yang he sees everyday. When did he start loving anything about her?
She laughs as he playfully throws her onto the bed. She knows she laughs more with him. Her body betrays her mind's attempt to play it cool. Kneeling on the bed, she puts her arms around his neck to kiss him again. She can't get enough of him. The kissing. The touching. She melts under his touch no matter how hard she tries not to. No matter how much she reminds herself he's her boss and it's just sex. She reaches down helping him out of his pants then feels him grab her legs so that she falls flat on the bed. Her arms wrapped around his neck pull him down with her.
They are each other's guilty pleasure. He is hers and she is his. Neither telling anyone about the other. Neither knowing what the other wants. Is it really just sex? She doesn't want to talk but he thinks there is something more than lust in her eyes. If she allows herself to listen as she looks into his eyes, she could see everything he might want. Those walls they so carefully built are not quite high enough to mask the truth that is in their eyes.