Doctors and Nurses
"No," Syd said firmly. "No way."
"Oh come on," Jack wheedled. "It has to be you. Can you see Z doing it?"
"I am not dressing up in a nurse's uniform so you and the others guys can ogle me."
"But you'd look good in it," he tried weakly and she glared.
"No."
"Syd, we need someone inside the hospital, someone with surveillance experience. That's you."
"I don't care, I'm not doing it. Find someone else if you want to play doctors and nurses."
Jack stepped a little closer, hand cupping her face. "Come on, Syd," he breathed in her ear, lips brushing her earlobe. "You're the best person for this and you know it."
"Jack…"
"Mm?"
He was all but nuzzling at her throat now, making it incredible difficult to concentrate, not to mention why she'd been annoyed with him. She hated the way he could do that, especially that he could do it so easily. "Jack, I…"
"Yeah, Syd?" he breathed, warmth tickling her collarbone.
"I--okay."
"Mmm, thanks, Syd."
"Whatever," she replied, sliding a hand under his shirt and brushing his abdomen. His breath hitched and she smiled, pleased with the minor victory. It was the only one she was getting at the moment.
"Syd?"
"Mm?"
"You think you can keep the uniform for a while?"
She smacked his shoulder. "I knew that's why you wanted it. Doctors and nurses."
He grinned and kissed her, cutting off further protests rather effectively. "Say ahh."