One day before Halloween
Charlotte's standing at the nurses' station, reading a patient chart, when Violet walks up next to her. Charlotte turns her head and blinks. "Whoa, you're pregnant."
"Didn't even notice." Violet hands the nurse a chart and leans against the counter. She grunts and closes her eyes, resting her hands on her stomach.
"When's that baby s'posed to pop out?"
"I'm a week overdue."
"Good luck with that." Charlotte grabs a chart and walks away. She runs into Cooper, bracing herself against his chest. She steps back and regains her composure. "Oh, hey, Coop."
"In a hurry?" He asks with a smile, brushing a piece of her hair behind her ear.
She shakes her head. "No."
"Distracted?"
She nods. "Yes." She pauses. "I gotta go."
"This has to do with William White, doesn't it?"
"No."
He laughs. "I believe you."
"Good for you. Now, if you'll excuse me—."
"You have nothing to worry about."
"If you'd have told me that last week, I'd have agreed with you." She sighs. "I can't get into this now. I have patients."
He leans in, placing a soft kiss on her cheek, just beside her ear. "So Halloween is tomorrow."
She nods. "Mmhmm." She pulls him into an empty exam room and shuts the door. She presses her lips against his, hooking her hand around the waistband on his pants. "What about it?" She whispers, her voice deep and sultry.
"You have a costume in mind?"
"By costume, do you mean—?" She mumbled against his lips, running her fingers through his hair, pressing him up against the wall.
"Uh-huh."
She steps back and adjusts her lab coat. "I do, but it's a surprise."
He swallows. "I don't like surprises."
She leans in close, their faces inches apart. "Oh, but you'll like this one." She lets out a soft chuckle and walks out of the room.
He closes his eyes and collapses against the wall. "I had to bring that up, didn't I?" He hits himself on the forehead. "Idiot." He lets out a breath and disappears down the hallway.
Halloween
Charlotte's sitting on her couch, sipping a martini glass. She was in her sweats waiting for Cooper to come over. Her phone beeps and she looks at it. She sighs, hoping that whatever Cooper is about to say, doesn't involve cancelling on her for some reason or another, but especially not for Violet. She reads the message and smiles faintly: Running a little late. Be there soon. At least he isn't cancelling on her. She sets the phone back on the couch cushion next to her and relaxes. Her phone beeps again and she grunts. She takes a sip of her drink and scrolls through the message. "Crap." She sets her martini on the coffee table and pulls up Cooper's number. She dials his number because she doesn't have time to fiddle with a text.
"Char, you get my message?"
She nods. "Yeah, that's not why I'm callin'. Um, I just got called to the hospital, so I'm gonna have to cancel."
"Who says you have to cancel?"
"Did you hear me? I said I got called to the hospital. They need all hands on deck."
"I heard you loud and clear. I'll meet you at the hospital. You won't be working the whole time and you have an office—with a door that locks."
She smirks and shifts a little on the couch. "So we're still on?"
"We're on like Donkey-Kong."
"Yeah, don't say that ever again."
He laughs. "I'll meet you at the hospital. Bye."
"Bye." She hangs up the phone and disappears down the hall. She grabs her purse and her costume and walks out of her apartment, heading for the hospital.
Charlotte walks out of the bathroom in her office and leans against the doorframe. "Hey, Coop."
Cooper's spinning around in her desk chair, so he stops and turns to face her. He blinks and just stares at her as she comes closer.
She walks over to him, twirling her handcuffs in the air on the tip of her finger. She sits on the edge of her desk and straddles him, her heels digging into the chair on either side of his legs. She leans forward and smirks. She flicks her finger against his chin and shifts on the desk. "Sir, are you aware that you were speedin'?"
He gulps and stares between her legs, up her dress, as she sits there on the edge of her desk. She's not wearing underwear. He glances up at her breasts, which are pushed together and up in the corset, and swallows hard. He looks at her face. Her lips are parted slightly, her eyes are wide and inviting, and one of her eyebrows is perfectly arched. "Um." He's starting to sweat a little. He shakes out his shirt and blinks over and over again. "Um, no, ma'am, how fast was I, um, uh, going?" He swallows.
"Well, sir," she leans in close, her lips almost touching his, "you were going at least 85 in a 45."
"Is that bad?"
She pulls back and swings the handcuffs around. "It's bad."
"Really bad?"
"Really, really, bad." She pauses. "I might have to bring you downtown."
"Jail? I can't go to jail."
"Are you resistin' arrest, sir?" She hops off her desk and grabs onto his shirt, yanking him up. "Well, are ya?"
He shakes his head. "No, ma'am."
She pushes him up against the wall and runs her hands down his sides. "Seems like you're resistin' arrest."
"What are you doing to me?"
She presses her palm against his chest and slides her other hand up his side, under his shirt. "You let me ask the questions—just shut up."
He lets out a breath. "Is there, is there any way I can get out of this ticket, ma'am?" He maneuvers around and presses her up against the wall. He brushes his lips along her cleavage and up her neck, sucking lightly on her jawbone. He runs his hands through her blonde hair as he kisses her on the lips. "I'm so sorry I was speeding, ma'am. It won't happen again."
She claws at his back and shifts against the wall. "It better not."
"Allow me to show you how sorry I am." He clears off her desk and pushes her down on top of it. He leans over her and presses his lips against hers. He mumbles against her lips and angles his chin, pressing down harder against her lips.
She sucks on his bottom lip, letting out a soft moan as they kiss.
"So do we have an understanding?"
She pushes him back and sits up. She frames his face in her hands and pulls him closer to her. She closes the gap between their lips, nibbling softly on his lower lip. "Not a chance, sir." She stands up, hastily unbuttoning his shirt.
He skims her cheek with lips. "What if I show you what I can do with my tongue?" He whispers in her ear while he slips his hand up the skirt of her dress, brushing his palm against her thigh.
"What exactly do you do with your tongue, sir?"
He chuckles in her ear, kissing her, before whispering something in her ear.
She swallows, knowing how amazing his tongue skills really are. She rips off his shirt and slides her hand slowly up and down his bare chest.
Soon they're on the floor, her on top of him, kissing down his now naked body. "I'll forgo the ticket, but I'm still gonna have to teach you a lesson," she whispers against his neck.
He shivers, sliding his hand up and down her bare back. "Hmm," he mumbles and flips her over, pushing her shoulders into the floor of her office. "Maybe I should speed more often." He laughs and presses his lips against hers, tangling his fingers in her hair.
Charlotte's lying on the floor, her hair fanned out over Cooper's chest, his shirt draped over their lower halves. She's taking in deep breaths as she lies their smiling.
Cooper's stroking her hair, his eyes closed. He scratches his chin and wipes the sweat from his face. "Damn."
She rolls onto her side, resting her head on his chest, and laughs. "Uh-huh." She lifts her head and presses her lips against his, brushing his hair to the side. "Definitely better the second time." She smirks and collapses against him.
His hand wanders up her back and into her hair. "You want your card?"
She smiles. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't waiting for his card all day. "You want yours?" She rolls off of him and stands up. She rolls her eyes when she hears her phone beeping on her desk. She slips into his button down shirt and walks over to her desk. She picks up her phone and looks at it. "Gotta love Halloween—brings out the crazies."
"You got paged?"
"Bingo." She pauses. "We'll make this quick." She grabs her card from her top drawer and walks over to Cooper.
He kisses her on the lips and smirks. "God, you look good in that shirt," he says, looking at her, the shirt unbuttoned and flapping in the air-conditioning, her tight, little body exposed.
She pushes him away. "The cards, Cooper."
He laughs and hands her the orange envelope while he takes hers. He opens it and leans against her desk as he reads it. "Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. If you don't, I don't care, I'll just take off your underwear…and show you all my tricks and treats." He laughs. "Good one, Char."
She smiles and pulls her card from the envelope. She looks at him and then reads the front of the card. "Know what I have in common with Trick-or-Treaters?" She opens the card and shakes her head. "I'm after your goodies." She presses her lips against his and sets the card on her desk while she kisses him. She smirks and quickly disappears into the bathroom. She walks back out dressed, lab coat and all, and tweaks his nose. "Thank you for the card, but I've gotta run."
He sighs. "Come by Violet's house tonight. We'll continue our trick-or-treating."
"We shall." She smirks and walks over to the door. She turns back to him and bites on her bottom lip. "I look ok, right? I don't look like I just had sex—twice—in my office, do I?"
He shakes his head and smiles. "You're beautiful."
"That isn't what I asked, Coop."
"You look great, Char, except your dress is on inside out."
She looks down and laughs. "Crap." Her phone beeps again. "I'm coming, damn it!" She says under her breath while she takes off her dress and puts it back on the right way. "Now, am I presentable?"
He nods. "Perfect."
She smiles and disappears out of her office.
He reads her card again before getting dressed. He lies on her couch for a while, staring up at the ceiling. He smiles to himself and lets out a breath. He's tossed from his thoughts by his phone ringing. He picks it up off the coffee table and jolts to a standing position when he sees that Violet has sent him a text. He thinks it might be grasshopper time, so he quickly reads the message. He lets out a breath to calm himself down. "Violet's just freaking out again." He takes his card and walks out of Charlotte's office.
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