"Luka…" She muttered into his shoulder as his kisses moved from her jawbone to her neck and then her shoulder. But he did not hear her: too engrossed in his impromptu exploration of her body.

As his fingers trickled up her back, against her spine, she shuddered and groaned out an incomprehensible word, pulling his body further to hers with her tiny hands. Her hand found its way into his hair, yanking at the short strands, holding him in place as he suckled on her pulse point, his hand that was not currently torturing her back holding back the collar of her loose scrub top, fingers tracing her collarbone delicately, seductively.

They hadn't even made it out of the ambulance bay yet.

But as his hand wound it's way further down her body, she pushed him back off of her and stared hard at him; her chest heaving, pressing alternately into his hand as it hovered over her breast; her hand tangled in his hair; her leg half-hooked around his thighs; her shoulders pressed against the cold, wet wall behind her.

They weren't even in a darkened corner. It was broad daylight. It was an open bay. They were making out.

Eventually, she slid her leg down, back to the ground and he disentangled himself from her enticing body. Instead of moving away from her though, he leaned down and brushed his lips past hers, evanescently, his breath lingering in her lips. She closed her eyes at the sensation and parted her lips, silently inviting him in but when she opened her eyes again, he had stepped away from her and was watching the traffic around them, holding his white lab coat delicately around him.

"So, what do you want for lunch?" He asked innocently as he turned back to her with his sunglasses (she wondered, fleetingly, where they had appeared from) adorning his face and she gasped – as she always did – at the vision.

"You," she replied breathily and saw him gulp down quickly, his Adam's apple rising up and down in his throat.

"I think that could be arranged…," he muttered as he reached his hand out and entangled his fingers with hers.

Sam sighed at the reconnection between their skin and smiled as he pulled her to his side and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, guiding them towards his truck, his fingers circling on her arms, sending a wave of shivers coursing through her.

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He tried to ignore the protruding arousal that pulled his faded denims tight around his groin. It had been too long since he had witnessed any kind of sexual interaction: not so long since he had heard it though.

He wondered when it was that she became so utterly whorish to allow a man to touch her in such an intimate way in public, in an open, bright place. Even he had been pushed off when he tried to slip his hand into her back jean pocket as they walked down the street.

But not anymore. After he was finished with her, she wouldn't let anyone near her – in public or otherwise. That's if anyone was stupid enough to want to go near her again. But then, the Slav bastard had hung around after his last little round with the whore – what was to say he wouldn't hang around this time?

"Hey man, put that thing away," a gruff voice sounded beside him and he turned to the voice.

The man was elderly, a dirty grey beard hanging past his chin and meeting his sodden, grey shirt. His brown, tattered woollen overcoat was holey and patchy, his blue bonnet faded and misshapen. Snorting, he looked down at his arousal as it pulled at his denims.

"Nothing there, man. Can't put it away. And besides, dude, if you'd seen what I'd just seen, you'd be in worse condition."

The old bagman grunted and sidled along, the wheel of his old pull trolley whacking him in the back.

When he looked up again, she was nowhere to be seen. Looking around, he saw her slide her hand into Luka's pocket as he leaned down and kissed her hair. He rolled his eyes at the seemingly picturesque view of the good doctor playing Doctor's and Nurses with his nurse.

"Fucking whore," he mumbled as he watched them walk towards the building across the street.

They were headed for the parking area.

Grunting as he stood up from his crouched position in the alleyway, he stretched his back, hearing it crack and followed them on the opposite side of the street.

They'd never know he was there.

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The blood began to pound around his body as he pressed her further back into the shining black metal of his driver's side door. Her muttered sighs and curses were driving him wild. His tongue battled hers, one hand fumbling with the hem of her scrub top as she pulled at his shirt with one hand, un-tucking it and sliding her hand around his waistband as her other hand delved deep into his trouser pocket, deliberately skirting the one place he wanted her touch, in search of his car keys. He felt her slide her petite leg between both of his, plunging her hips forward, angling her lower body into him. He felt her slide her other leg around his, trapping it between both of hers.

He could feel her heat through both of their layers of clothing.

Groaning, her pulled his lips away and slid his hand to covers her in his pocket and still her hand, pressing it flat against his upper thigh. Her breath was moist, hot and erratic on his neck as he leaned down bit onto her earlobe – the way she loved. Instantly, her neck rolled to the side, and her hand in his pocket flexed, sending colours of arousal through his head and a fresh wave of painful arousal to his already throbbing centre.

She was driving him crazy.

She'd been teasing him all day, ever since he set foot into the ER and her innocent 'Doctor Kovac' had been the cherry on the cake. He hadn't been able to handle it any longer. And now, he knew he couldn't take much more or he would have to take her right there and then against the door of his car – but then, it wouldn't be the first time…

He bit down onto her shoulder and buried his groan there; sucking on her skin, knowing full well that he was brandishing her. He felt her do the same. Grinning, he darted his tongue across her neck bones, her collarbones and freed her hand, allowing her to pull the keys out of his pocket.

They both knew they would never make it to one of their apartments.

He heard the 'bleep-bleep' of his alarm disengaging and he yanked open the door with his hand, manoeuvred them around it, sliding his hand further up her body, his hand encompassing her entire breast. God, he loved the way she felt. It had been so long since they'd made love (if that's what this was called…) anywhere else but their apartments (not necessarily in theirbeds but in their apartments, he thought as images of their heated tour of her new apartment that ended with him pushing her into the shower she was showing him and showing her just how much he liked it flashed through his head).

Groaning, he felt her slide further back on the back seat of his truck. Rolling his eyes at the irony and utter cliché-ness of their current tryst, he slowly pulled his hands from her body, delicately tracing her inner thighs and then climbed in, turning only to pull the door shut.

It didn't matter that his six foot four frame was more than a little squashed when her hands delved instantly to his zipper. He looked down at her and saw her eyelashes flutter as he breathed onto her face. Her swollen lips were pursed in concentration as she fiddled with his belt buckle in the cramped conditions. Her fumbling fingers touched him once, twice, three times and he could take no more.

Diving, almost literally, for her mouth, he crushed her lips beneath his and bit onto her bottom lip and she ran her tongue across his upper lip, sending rushes through his head, through his groin.

He sat up slightly and yanked both of her tops over her head at once, her long sleeved one catching on her watch but he just left it hanging there as he kneeled between her knees and traced her nipples through her bras with his tongue and fingers. He felt her back arch against his touch and he moaned loudly against her as she bent her knee further into his core, almost bringing him to the edge.

He couldn't lose it now. Not after this build up.

Panting and shaking, he jerkily inched his right hand down her torso, to her tie as she fumbled with his tie and held his head in place over her breast. He liked depending on this touch. He needed to depend on it. He needed her. He wanted her. Tracing his thumb over her inner thigh, he moved higher and she screeched, loudly and he laughed lightly against her chest, causing her to moan his name over and over as her hips began to rock of their own accord.

They were both more than ready for this. Way more than ready.

But it was then that an irritable chirping came from his pocket. Or her pocket. Or the front seat of the car. He didn't know. But he couldn't ignore it. He felt Sam become irritated by it also. He leaned up to her head, kissing her, covering her ears with his hands as she did the same to him, bringing her toes up (her knees hitting off the back of the front seats as she did so) to finish off the work her hands had started earlier.

As she inched his trousers and boxers down as once, he uncovered one of her ears and slid his hand to her waistband and pulled the knot of her trousers out and pushed them down with his hand.

The chirping stopped.

And then started again. Try as he might, he couldn't ignore it. Groaning loudly, he pulled away from her and reached to the dashboard at the front where he had obviously left his cell phone and yanked it to his ear.

"Hello?" He barked and glanced back to Sam as she reached her hand up and traced her thumb over his cheekbone. He leaned into it momentarily until he heard the voice on the other end. "Mirjana? Sta je to?"

Sam felt him straighten up and his shoulders instantly stiffened as his native language flowed over his tongue. He didn't say anything after that apart from the few murmurs of, guessing from his nodding, agreement.

Sam dropped her hand to his shoulder and squeezed gently, encouraging him to look at her. He did when he hung up and Sam shuddered at the misty, distant look in his eyes.

"Luka?"

He didn't answer.

"Luka, what's happened? What's wrong?"

He looked at her then, his eyes clear, the clarity piercing though her. She sat up, withdrew her legs from around him, and replaced them with her arms as she pulled his now shaking body to hers.

She heard him let out an airy laugh as her T-shirt floated against his shoulder as it hung from her wrist and she murmured a laughter herself. But then he looked at her, his eyes cloudy with tears that he refused to let fall and she felt every last ounce of arousal leave her body.

"Luka… talk to me."

"It's my mother. She's dying."

Sam didn't know what to say.

TBC