BD10
Disclaimer: Only the scientists are mine.
Author's note: This is for Chris. Here's your fix.
I looked at my unconscious passenger and felt my throat tighten with concern. I was feeling a little guilt as well. I know I wasn't there for the beginning of the drinking, but I hadn't done a thing to discourage it once I arrived. I knew Nottingham was drunk, but I didn't realize how much he had consumed. I just hoped I could get him back to the lab without being seen by any of the other lab personnel. Not even I could blarney my way out of a fraternizing charge if I was caught dragging a drunken test subject through the halls.
"Uhnn," Nottingham stirred. He moved a little against the seatbelt, and his eyes opened to take in his surroundings.
I was surprised to see him awake, as most people would have still been unconscious, but pleased. "How do you feel Nottingham?"
"Like something died in my mouth," Ian replied. His speech was still slurred, but understandable. He rolled his head so he could look at me and tried to straighten up. The movement was too much, and he was sick all over the car and it's driver.
I cursed him roundly in English, and then fell back on Gaelic when I ran out of words foul enough to describe my disgust. No way was I getting back on base without comment in this condition. The MP on duty would remember my passenger and myself. Our condition and identity would be common knowledge before I parked the car. Not that I could blame him, it would be something I would remember and pass on.
I was fairly close to Weis's off-base apartment. He kept it for parties and getting laid. I knew where he kept the spare key. I would just let myself in and use the shower, then clean up the car. I hoped I could get everything cleaned up and be out of there before he showed with his flavor of the night. At least I didn't have to worry about alcohol poisoning. Nottingham was conscious, however much he was probably wishing he wasn't, so he could not be in as bad a shape as I had feared. I could pour water down him at Weis's then have him shower, and that would get him on the road to rehydration well enough.
I turned left at the next intersection and after a few blocks pulled into the parking lot of a small apartment complex. Weis's car was not there, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I really had not been looking forward to the teasing he would heap upon me if he saw me covered in vomit. I hoped the regurgitated tequila would not stain my dress. If it did, I was going to be furious. I guess I should be thankful there were no unidentifiable chunks.
I got out of the car and went over to the passenger side door. Nottingham was fumbling with the seatbelt when I opened the door. His motor control was still shot, obviously. I sighed and leaned across him to unbuckle it. As I unfastened the strap, his breathing changed, coming more quickly and shallow. I looked up at him in concern, only to find his eyes were filled with desire. I was suddenly aware of the fact that I was basically sprawled across his chest. My breasts were pressed against him, and the tips hardened as I watched the hunger move across his face. His hands came up and grasped my shoulders, pulling me tighter to him. For one moment I stayed quiet in his grasp, savoring the solid masculine body under mine. I honestly cannot say what would have happened next if another car hadn't pulled into the lot.
Fortunately it did, and I pulled away from Nottingham. "Can you get out of the car, or do you need help?"
"I shall manage that much," Ian replied, and then he grasped the frame of the car to heave himself forward. He overcompensated and almost knocked me over coming out.
I managed to keep us from going down in a heap somehow. Once he was steadied, I slid under his arm and braced. "Ok, we need to go that way."
It was an interesting twenty feet from the car to the door of the apartment building. Nottingham staggered and wobbled, but we got there. I opened the door and we lurched down the hall. Thankfully Weis had a room fairly close to the entrance. We only went a few more feet before reaching it. I propped Nottingham up against the wall and stuck my hand into the artificial garland wreath he had nailed to the door. Behind a cluster of blue flowers the key was wired in. I untwisted it and pulled it out.
"That is not very secure," Nottingham noted.
"It's not my apartment." I replied as I unlocked the door and returned the key to its hiding place.
I helped Nottingham in and closed the door. We went directly to the bathroom. I sat him down on the stool and knelt. As I began unlacing his boots I said, "We're going to get you cleaned up. The shower will also help somewhat with your dehydration. You will need to drink lots of water afterwards to continue to flush the toxins out of your system and bring fluid back to your tissues."
"Why are you helping me?" Ian asked softly.
"I like you, you deserve better than to get bounced because your new brethren thought it would be funny to get you drunk. I am amazed at how quickly you are recovering though. You were damn near to needing hospitalization less than half an hour ago. Now you're simply drunk." I said in consternation as I pulled off his jump boots and socks.
"I have always healed quickly. It is a useful ability." Ian replied, surprised at Moira's gentleness. After the disaster in the car, he had expected abuse. Instead he was getting compassion.
"Well, are you healing quickly enough to handle the rest, or do you need help? Be honest. I am a doctor, it won't be the first time I've stripped and bathed an adult male who was in no position to take care of himself. It won't bother me a bit. " I was lying through my teeth. It would bother me to see him naked. I wasn't sure if my physician's façade was up to the stress of stripping and bathing Nottingham. I would be tempted to take advantage of the situation, sorely tempted. I was not sure if I could pull it off.
Disclaimer: Only the scientists are mine.
Author's note: This is for Chris. Here's your fix.
I looked at my unconscious passenger and felt my throat tighten with concern. I was feeling a little guilt as well. I know I wasn't there for the beginning of the drinking, but I hadn't done a thing to discourage it once I arrived. I knew Nottingham was drunk, but I didn't realize how much he had consumed. I just hoped I could get him back to the lab without being seen by any of the other lab personnel. Not even I could blarney my way out of a fraternizing charge if I was caught dragging a drunken test subject through the halls.
"Uhnn," Nottingham stirred. He moved a little against the seatbelt, and his eyes opened to take in his surroundings.
I was surprised to see him awake, as most people would have still been unconscious, but pleased. "How do you feel Nottingham?"
"Like something died in my mouth," Ian replied. His speech was still slurred, but understandable. He rolled his head so he could look at me and tried to straighten up. The movement was too much, and he was sick all over the car and it's driver.
I cursed him roundly in English, and then fell back on Gaelic when I ran out of words foul enough to describe my disgust. No way was I getting back on base without comment in this condition. The MP on duty would remember my passenger and myself. Our condition and identity would be common knowledge before I parked the car. Not that I could blame him, it would be something I would remember and pass on.
I was fairly close to Weis's off-base apartment. He kept it for parties and getting laid. I knew where he kept the spare key. I would just let myself in and use the shower, then clean up the car. I hoped I could get everything cleaned up and be out of there before he showed with his flavor of the night. At least I didn't have to worry about alcohol poisoning. Nottingham was conscious, however much he was probably wishing he wasn't, so he could not be in as bad a shape as I had feared. I could pour water down him at Weis's then have him shower, and that would get him on the road to rehydration well enough.
I turned left at the next intersection and after a few blocks pulled into the parking lot of a small apartment complex. Weis's car was not there, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I really had not been looking forward to the teasing he would heap upon me if he saw me covered in vomit. I hoped the regurgitated tequila would not stain my dress. If it did, I was going to be furious. I guess I should be thankful there were no unidentifiable chunks.
I got out of the car and went over to the passenger side door. Nottingham was fumbling with the seatbelt when I opened the door. His motor control was still shot, obviously. I sighed and leaned across him to unbuckle it. As I unfastened the strap, his breathing changed, coming more quickly and shallow. I looked up at him in concern, only to find his eyes were filled with desire. I was suddenly aware of the fact that I was basically sprawled across his chest. My breasts were pressed against him, and the tips hardened as I watched the hunger move across his face. His hands came up and grasped my shoulders, pulling me tighter to him. For one moment I stayed quiet in his grasp, savoring the solid masculine body under mine. I honestly cannot say what would have happened next if another car hadn't pulled into the lot.
Fortunately it did, and I pulled away from Nottingham. "Can you get out of the car, or do you need help?"
"I shall manage that much," Ian replied, and then he grasped the frame of the car to heave himself forward. He overcompensated and almost knocked me over coming out.
I managed to keep us from going down in a heap somehow. Once he was steadied, I slid under his arm and braced. "Ok, we need to go that way."
It was an interesting twenty feet from the car to the door of the apartment building. Nottingham staggered and wobbled, but we got there. I opened the door and we lurched down the hall. Thankfully Weis had a room fairly close to the entrance. We only went a few more feet before reaching it. I propped Nottingham up against the wall and stuck my hand into the artificial garland wreath he had nailed to the door. Behind a cluster of blue flowers the key was wired in. I untwisted it and pulled it out.
"That is not very secure," Nottingham noted.
"It's not my apartment." I replied as I unlocked the door and returned the key to its hiding place.
I helped Nottingham in and closed the door. We went directly to the bathroom. I sat him down on the stool and knelt. As I began unlacing his boots I said, "We're going to get you cleaned up. The shower will also help somewhat with your dehydration. You will need to drink lots of water afterwards to continue to flush the toxins out of your system and bring fluid back to your tissues."
"Why are you helping me?" Ian asked softly.
"I like you, you deserve better than to get bounced because your new brethren thought it would be funny to get you drunk. I am amazed at how quickly you are recovering though. You were damn near to needing hospitalization less than half an hour ago. Now you're simply drunk." I said in consternation as I pulled off his jump boots and socks.
"I have always healed quickly. It is a useful ability." Ian replied, surprised at Moira's gentleness. After the disaster in the car, he had expected abuse. Instead he was getting compassion.
"Well, are you healing quickly enough to handle the rest, or do you need help? Be honest. I am a doctor, it won't be the first time I've stripped and bathed an adult male who was in no position to take care of himself. It won't bother me a bit. " I was lying through my teeth. It would bother me to see him naked. I wasn't sure if my physician's façade was up to the stress of stripping and bathing Nottingham. I would be tempted to take advantage of the situation, sorely tempted. I was not sure if I could pull it off.