Grammarly Beta'd

Darien had loved his residency. He enjoyed the hard work and quickly gained the respect of his peers and the attending physicians. There was something about working in the fast pace of the ER that he enjoyed too. He could sweep in and save people; it felt good.

He had just finished up with one ER patient who had come in with a broken leg from a fall down the stairs. The doctor assigned to his training pulled him aside and said, "I am giving you this next case. I'm trusting you to be professional about this."

Darien was puzzled over the way he was presented with his next patient, "Of course. What is the problem?"

Dr. Billings rolled his eyes and replied, "The problem is that you are the only one mature enough that's working tonight." He paused and held up his hand, "I know what you meant, though. The patient cut herself, and it needs to be sutured."

Darien furrowed his brows, "That sounds easy enough."

Dr. Billings signed, rolled his eyes, and said, "You would think so."

"What's the issue exactly?" Darien asked.

"She is objectively good looking, and the cut is on her inner thigh. Apparently, she dropped a knife while cooking," Dr. Billings said, sighing. "I can't trust the other guys not to get a sexual harassment suit leveled against them."

"Objectively good looking?" Darien asked, puzzled.

The doctor sighed and said, "I am trying not to come off as a misogynist right now. She is fucking sexy as hell. Since everyone knows my type is blond hair, blue eyes, and long legs, I thought I should recuse myself in this case. So good luck. Try not to get a lawsuit."

Darien rolled his eyes and said, "She can't be THAT hot."

Dr. Billings replied with a laugh and said, "Oh, yes, she can be." He then patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

Darien opened the door to the small waiting room where the "hot" patient was, and he instantly came to a full stop. "Serena?" he asked.

She closed her magazine as her head whipped up and looked startled. "Oh my gosh, it's you! Of course, I look like an idiot with this cut, and now you are the one who is going to stitch it up." She sighed, "Of all the luck! I get to look like an idiot in front of someone who enjoys making fun of me."

She huffed and crossed her arms. She then winced. "Dammit! That HURTS!"

Darien moved to sit in front of her so he could stitch her cut and swallowed hard. Of all of the times he fantasized about touching her, this wasn't how he pictured it. He told her, "I will give you another shot to numb the area more before I sew you up."

She sighed and nodded and spread her legs wider for him. The hospital gown rode up on her legs, exposing more skin to him. THAT was a little closer to his fantasies.

"I don't enjoy making fun of you." He replied and winced. He realized that statement sounded lame.

She rolled her eyes at him and said, "Whatever. Just give me the shot. It does still sting."

He got the shot ready and moved to administer it and noticed just how high up on her leg the cut was. Damn. Dr. Billings was right. He was going to have to pretend not to enjoy some of this. He raised her gown, trying not to notice the baby blue lace panties that she wore. He failed miserably. He then located the cut and gave her the shot, lowering her gown.

"You do enjoy picking on me," she announced.

Darien shrugged and readied his supplies to stitch her up.

She huffed and said, "So you are going to ignore me?"

"No, I'm just working here," he replied gruffly. He winced at how that sounded.

She crossed her arms and tried to look menacing. In her short hospital gown, it didn't work. She then said, "It appears you are still just as rude to me as you used to be. I thought you would have grown up a bit and be able to be civil with me."

"I am civil. I am also working," he said.

Serena grew angry, "Fine! Be that way. You know, I used to have a huge crush on you. Thank goodness you are an ass. I will be cured of any lingering feelings I might still have."

Darien set down his tools and clenched both fists. He then hissed at her, "Shut up, please. I can't make small talk with you right now while I sew up your inner thigh. I am trying not to get myself fired before I even fully become a doctor. Dr. Billings chose me because he thought I could be professional around a hot woman. Of course, it had to end up being you of all people. Why did it have to be the one woman who I can't get out of my head?!"

Serena shut her mouth with an audible snap. She then whispered, "I'll be quiet."

Darien ran his fingers nervously through his hair and said, "Can you forget that I just sexually harassed you? I'm not this way with ANY of my patients."

Serena shook her head, "No, I can't forget that. Just stitch me up. You have nothing to fear from me, though."

He stitched her leg, feeling like an ass. When he finished, he apologized and said, "I am sorry. I will give you instructions on how to care for that. I hope your day gets better."

Serena left, smirking. She was glad that Amy's mother was the Chief Resident at the Hospital where Darien worked. She didn't mind bending the rules for Serena, and that included telling her his work schedule.

Darien reflected on how his day had started so well. And then he had to have her as a patient. He winced when he thought of how he was a complete jerk to her. He yelled at her to shut up. He groaned at that. Now she must really hate him.

He walked into the parking lot after his shift he saw Serena leaning against his sports car waiting for him. He looked at her curiously and unlocked the car as he grew closer. She then got in his passenger seat. Okay, now he was thoroughly confused.

He got in and faced her. She looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, and he froze. She said, "I'm not your patient anymore, right?"

He nodded. He didn't get the question, but he realized his brain had short-circuited the moment he saw her leaning up against his car.

"So what were you saying about not being able to get me out of your head?" she asked him.

She leaned forward a bit to listen for his answer, and he realized he could see down her shirt. He shifted to make more room in his pants. It turned out that her bra matched her panties. He had to remind himself she asked him a question.

"I said that?" he asked her to stall for time.

She sighed and opened the door, and moved to get out. She turned back to him and said, "Nevermind. I don't have the patience for games." She then quickly got out and shut the door.

Darien panicked and jumped out of his car. He knew he had to stop her. He screamed out, "Wait! Don't go. I have been crazy about you for years!"

She stopped and faced him. "No more games?"

"No more games," he promised her.

"Fine. Can I get back in your car?" she asked.

He nodded, "Yes, please."

They both got back in his car. She turned to face him again. He really tried not to look down her shirt again. He failed. He did, however, notice her nipples were hard. He swallowed hard and grew warm.

She smirked and looked him in the eyes. She had noticed his attention shifting down her shirt. "You have been crazy about me for years?"

He hesitated to answer and watched her shift towards the door. He put his head on the steering wheel and sighed, "Yes. You have always been the one who got away."

She looked at him. "How did I get away?"

"I should have asked you out. I hate that I never dared to stop acting like I was a child on the playground and just ask you," he admitted. He lifted his head back up and looked at her. "Even if you said no, I would have known; it would have been better. I would have at least taken the chance."

"I would have said yes," she said.

His shoulders slumped. "Shit, I wish I had asked you." he was frustrated.

She gave him a heated look and said, "So that's all you want to say?"

"No." He paused and then asked, "Why am I being grilled?"

"Because you aren't asking many questions. I have answered everyone you did ask me, though. Even the theoretical one." she countered.

He decided to ask her his own question, "Why would you have said yes?"

"Because the times when you weren't picking on me, you were sweet. I knew I could count on you when I needed you," she answered.

He sighed and said, "You need to lean back. I don't want to sound like a creep, but I can't stop myself from looking down your shirt."

She smirked, "I know."

His head whipped up to look at her. "You know?"

She nodded, "Why do you think I leaned forward wearing a low cut blouse?" His jaw dropped comically.

He rubbed his hands over his face and said, "Where do you want this to go?"

"I was hoping I would tempt you to touch me. My breasts are pretty exposed right now," she answered him seductively.

His hand slipped and hit the horn on his car, honking it. "Smooth," he hissed out.

She smirked and said, "I think it's cute that you are flustered."

"That's what I want to be, cute," he said sarcastically.

"What do you want to be?" she asked. She had leaned a bit further forward.

He looked at her and said, "I want to be a man around you." He raised his hand and ran the back of his index finger along her collarbone and down, brushing against her plump breast.

She let out a heady moan. "That's what I want too."

"Can we take this back to my place?" he asked. He hoped desperately that she would say yes.

She nodded and put on her seat belt. He lowered the top on the convertible and put the car in drive, and headed home.

She smiled as the wind blew her streamers of hair back. She then lifted her arms and felt the breeze whip by for a while. Then, all of a sudden, she pulled her arms down quickly and grew serious.

Darien was confused, "What happened there? You were having so much fun."

"I realized I must look childish to you. Things like that used to annoy you, remember?" she asked.

He shook his head and said, "I loved that about you. I was always jealous that you could be so carefree. It was like pulling a girl's pigtails on the playground. It got your attention."

She rolled her eyes, "Yea, your sexy body didn't get my attention at all."

He shrugged, "I guess I'm emotionally stunted."

They arrived at his building, he parked the car, and they went to his apartment. He was nervous the whole way up.

Darien went in and walked directly to the sideboard, pouring himself a drink. He sighed and took a big sip.

Serena raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you going to offer me one?"

"Are you going to let me touch you?" he asked.

"Yes."

He shook his head, "then no. I don't want to worry in the least bit that you went further than you wanted to."

She raised an eyebrow at him again while he took another big sip, "But you need a drink?"

"I am trying to take the edge off of my desire for you. I have been keyed up since you slid your legs wider for me to stitch you up today," he answered her.

She smirked at his answer. "Exactly how far are you hoping this will go?"

He made a snorting sound, took another big sip, and then put his glass down. "As far as you will let me take this." He walked up to her and slid his hands down her arms. "I am hoping that this isn't a one-time thing too."

"What are you asking?" she pushed.

"I am asking you to be my girlfriend. If it's not too late."

She smiled up at him and said, "The answer is still yes."

He pulled her to him and claimed her mouth, quickly deepening the kiss. He felt her press her body up against him. He grabbed her ass and pulled her flush up against him, and ground against her. He brought his other hand to her breast and pinched her nipple.

She pulled back a moment and said, "If you don't take me to your bedroom soon, I am going to combust." She paused and bit her lip and then said, "I'm a virgin."

That night he lost his virginity to the most perfect girl he had ever met. He paid attention to her body and her needs and wants. He loved watching her come undone underneath him. He held her close while they basked in their post-orgasm haze, and he asked, "Will you stay the night?"

She moved in the next day.