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After an 8 hour surgery which would have been longer if the patient hadn't arrested on the table and consequently died, and a surgery that took just under 13 hours to complete, which luckily the patient survived April just wanted to sit down. Optimally she would have loved to lie down and sleep but she still had charts to complete and things to sign, and her shift wasn't over yet. With a half-drunk coffee in one hand and a pen in the other, she stared down at the folder in front of her and found herself reading the first line of the third paragraph for the fifth or sixth time. Her brain was tired and her eyes were beginning to glaze over.
She had successfully been able to keep Alex out her head for the last 20 or so hours. It helped that she was in surgery, with only a few minutes to scrub in and out, in which she was chatting so her brain didn't have time to wander. Also she hadn't seen him since she left the ER less than hour since she had first arrived, with a middle aged guy coughing up blood, taking him straight to the OR, sadly he didn't make it there but she was paged to another patients room only seconds after she had declared him dead.
With her mind wandering for the task at hand all she could think about was Alex. Thinking about how much she wanted to kiss him, how much her will to stay a virgin was wavering and how he had looked at her this morning, which made her want to do things she had only read about. She was still partly regretting what had happened in the on call room, she wished that Alex hadn't stopped her but then again that could have ended badly and she was ultimately glad that it had ended the way it did.
"…you haven't heard a word I've said have you." Cristina finished, as she smiled over at April from where she sat, slumped in her chair with a stack a folders by her feet, a stack of folders on the desk in front of her and an almost finished folder on her lap that she was scribbling in as she talked.
"What? Sorry, I was zoned out." April replied looking up from where her eyes were glued to her folder and smiling over at Cristina. Taking a sip of her coffee, she downed the rest of it, she needed as much coffee as possible right now. While she wondered about whether or not she could get another one, Cristina started talking again. This time noticing that she was zoning her out, April pushed all thoughts of coffee out her mind and focussed.
"…I think we should." Cristina finished, her eyes on her folder as she flipped the page and smiled before slamming the folder shut and dropping it on the pile by her feet. She didn't seem to notice that April had only caught a fragment of what she was saying and was already opening the folder that was previously at the top of the stack on her desk while April managed to piece together what she sort of heard when Cristina was talking before.
"After our shifts? At Joes? Will you be serving?" April asked, not able to hide the smile on her face. She hadn't actually seen Cristina's night of bartending but what she had heard was something that she was sad that she missed. It was a difficult time for Cristina, but her considerable lack of bartending skills and the drunken dancing was something that April would have liked to have witnessed for herself.
"No, but I was fabulous at it." Cristina answered, smirking at April before she looked back down at her folder and began to scribble again. Cristina seemed to be in a good mood, maybe it was been back, maybe it was because she had been working almost endlessly since she came back, getting good surgery after good surgery, making up for lost time it seemed.
"Hmm… so I heard." April replied as she flipped the page. She was finally almost finished with this folder, and she had managed to read her way to the end of the paragraph that she was stuck on. But her mind was still fixed on Alex, wondering if he would be at Joe's . Part of her hoping that he wouldn't be and part of her hoping that he would be.
Falling back into silence the only sound that came from the room was the sound of pen on paper, the flipping of pages and the shutting and opening of folders. Glad for the company April tried pushing Alex out of her mind as she filled out folder after folder, wishing that her interns didn't have such terrible writing, and wishing that they could learn to fill out their folders properly for themselves.
She liked Alex, she knew she did but that was pretty much all she knew. She knew what he was like, but she also knew there was a lot to learn about him. Sure he could be an ass, but he was also sweet, and loyal and protective and kind. The main thing that worried her was the fact that she wanted to wait until marriage, he definitely wasn't that sort of a guy, and obviously he wasn't going to pressure her. But she knew that if they did continue to date, that would weaken her resolve simply by wanting to do more with him.
"Thanks." Cristina said, in the background. To April it sounded as if Cristina was whispering, her voice somewhat distorted but still clear. Closing her eyes for a second, April opened them again, wider this time and separated herself from her thoughts as she looked over at Cristina who was holding a fresh cup of coffee and Jackson who had his hand extended out towards April, waiting for her to take the coffee he held in it.
"Oh thanks." April said, wrapping her fingers around the handle as she smiled at Jackson. Leaning back in her chair she shut the folder she was on, having finished it minutes earlier, just before she was submerged in her own thoughts.
Jackson dropped into the chair beside Cristina as April opened another folder and Cristina took a sip of her drink. Sensing that they were both tired, Jackson sat in silence as he read through his emails that were clogging up his inbox. Every few minutes April looked up at them both as she took a sip of her coffee, and on the fourth time she noticed that Jackson was no longer looking at his phone, his attention was now solely focussed on Cristina.
She hadn't been back for long so it was understandable that he was worried about her, but it seemed like something more. Shaking her head, April looked back down at her folder and flipped the page, Jackson used to have feelings for Cristina but now he liked Lexie, it must have just been concern. They were all friends, but Cristina and Jackson were closer than Cristina was with April. Also Jackson and Cristina experienced a lot of the shooting together. While April and Mere were sitting on the floor of the scrub room, Cristina and Jackson were operating, and that sort of thing changes people. It sure had changed her. It was normal that they were closer after it, he sure spent most of his time off with Cristina after she had quit. He only came home to sleep, which was a lot less than usual and when he did he managed to wake everyone up by yelling in his sleep.
"..you should come too." Cristina finished. She didn't look up at Jackson while she spoke but was still frantically scribbling in her folder, she had checked her watch only seconds before and she knew she had to get a move on, she had to scrub in in less than 10 minutes, and she didn't want have to do this afterwards. She only had one more folder to go and then she was done, for now anyway.
"When?" Jackson asked as he took a sip Cristina's coffee, she looked up and opened her mouth to say something but he grinned at her and she couldn't help but smile back.
"Straight after our shifts." Cristina replied as she slammed the folder shut and dropped it on top her pile and picked up the last folder on the desk, she scanned the first page and then grinned. It was already finished. Her pager beeped and her smile widened, "See you later." She said as she stood up and ran out of the room, pulling her hair into a bun as the door shut behind her.
"And I'm off too." Jackson said as he paged beeped and he grinned down at it, he had been trying to get onto a case for the last half an hour, and he finally had.
"See you later." April replied, smiling at Jackson as he stood up. Being alone would mean that she might be able to finish off her folders, but it also meant that her mind wandered back to Alex. Back to how much she wanted to kiss him. Staring down at the page in front of her she focussed, skimming over it and filling in what she needed to, she pushed Alex out of her mind.
Three folders later April heard the door swing open and looked up to see who it was, a smile lit up her face when she saw who was now standing in front of the shut door.
"Hey." Alex said as he smiled shyly down at April. He wasn't sure what to say or what to do. He wanted to kiss her but he didn't know if that was what she wanted. In reply of his unanswered question April dropped her folder on the desk, stood up, wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. His arms moved before he thought about it, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her towards him.
"I want to kiss you." April whispered as she moved a step closer to him. Bringing herself up onto the balls of her feet, she touched her lips to his and then kissed him. Having only kissed him a few times now it was surprising at how natural it felt, it only took a few seconds before he slipped his tongue between her lips, and she felt her body melt into his. Her resolve was fading. At least they weren't in a locked on call room otherwise she wouldn't have been able to stop herself, she was sure of that.
As their kiss deepened April couldn't help but run her fingers through his hair, it was shorter than her fingers would have liked, and she fought to keep her fingers were they were, almost every cell in her body wanted them to be lowering, and removing first his scrub top and then his pants. Without even noticing it she had already kicked off her shoes and was pushing him into the chair that she had stood up out of as he had entered the room, she pushed him using the palm of her hand, and he was not resisting. For which she was thankful.
Only minutes ago she had been thinking about how she would not have sex with him, not yet anyway and here she was, ready to peel the clothes from his skin. April wanted not a layer between them as she straddled him in the chair, her hands resting on top of his and his hands gripped onto her thighs, their lips not leaving each others. As their kiss deepened Alex's hands moved from her thighs and were pushing the bottom of April's scrub top up as his hands rested on her hips. April wanted to touch more of him, they weren't moving anywhere as fast as she wanted them to be, but at the back of her mind a part of her still remembered that she was a virgin, and wished to remain that way until marriage.
With tension building up in side of her, April moved her body against Alex's to relieve some of her tension but when he tightened her grip and responded she couldn't help but moan against his lips, her tension increasing not decreasing. Moving her hands down from his head, where she had gone back to running her fingers through his hair, she gripped onto his shoulders, in an effort to stop herself tearing off his clothes.
Alex pulled his lips away from April's for just a second, and opened his mouth to say something but before he could, April had placed her hands on either side of his face and pressed her lips and body against him. She was desperate for more and so was he. Moving her hand down, she was heading towards the top of his scrub pants and for the life of her she couldn't find a single reason why she shouldn't.
"We should stop." Alex muttered against her lips as he felt her hands moving down his body. He was tempted to pull her scrub top over her head in one smooth motion but he knew he shouldn't but he couldn't remember why.
"Yes you should." A voice came from behind them. Cristina's tone worked like ice, the lust between them disappeared instantly, April jumped up off the chair and slipped on her shoes as she pulled her scrub top down and adjusted her bra strap that had slid off her shoulder in the process. Alex couldn't help but stand up quickly, push the chair under the table and look guilty.
Alex opened his mouth to speak but quickly thought better of it as Cristina's scowl deepened, he felt as though he had been caught by Bailey, Cristina didn't seem impressed at all, and he knew why. This was April. That was why he knew he shouldn't remove her scrub top, because it was April. April opened her mouth to say something but one look into Cristina's eyes she decided against it.
"Don't you have a surgery to get to." Cristina said to April. It wasn't a question, it was a demand. April nodded picked up her coat and her coffee and her pager and left the room. She wasn't good at confrontations and she had learnt not to confront Cristina, especially when she looked like that. She had barely cleared the door when it slammed shut behind her. She stopped for a moment, trying to decipher the muffled shouts coming from Cristina's mouth but the door was blocking too much. Sighing she hurried down the hall, wishing that Cristina hadn't come back and wondering why she did.
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