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Serena had gotten home from work and was surprised to still find Chris there. She knew she'd asked him to stay, but a small part of her had half-expected him to leave and go back home to his place. It was ironic that she was repeating Aimee's doubts about Dave. But where that was a new relationship and the doubts were maybe founded, Serena and Chris were getting to be old hands at the relationship thing. The snuggling was just something that had fallen by the wayside, and another part of her conversation with Aimee that was echoing through Serena's mind.


She had crawled into the bed with Chris and after a few very nice welcome home kisses they'd settled into a close and easy embrace while watching an old movie. Serena brushed her fingers against the back of his hand, smiling to herself at the feel of Chris warm and wrapped around her. It had taken a little while for them to get comfortable once he admitted to the twinge in his back, and even though Serena had offered her massage skills, he'd turned her down and they'd just gone with the movie. Right now she wasn't actually regretting the decision even if she was still worried about him. "You okay," she asked him quietly.

"Uh-huh," Chris replied, even if he was suspecting for a minute that if he tried to move, it would be impossible. He also wasn't going to admit to be being comfortable enough throughout the movie that he had fallen asleep probably about a third of the way in and it was the music of the ending credits that snapped him back to consciousness. Now, he still wasn't ready to move, which was the better option if his back had suddenly decided that making him feel like a geriatic again was a good idea. His head was resting against her chest and he looked down at their linked hands. He had admitted to Dave that he had just wanted to chill out with Serena earlier in the day, but it had been impossible due to that inconvenient thing called a twelve hour shift. Chris' day hadn't involved much more than Nutella for breakfast, a sleep, celery and peanut butter for lunch, and then another sleep. Maybe he really did need it, or he was just plain bored. He had never thrown a sickie before, and even though his movement had been somewhat limited, he basically was screwed to anything else and it was hard without anyone to entertain him. He had told Dave he hadn't felt like sex, but that didn't mean he didn't want company. And the sex thing was only because he really hadn't wanted to sound unsexy because he had sore bits. "You?"

Serena hummed as she nodded a little and looked down at him as she started to brush her fingers through his hair. It was crazy how much she enjoyed having him just rest on her chest. It was a change to have her as the pillow, but she liked it. It was nice to know she could be there for him, even after a twelve hour shift. She'd been struggling to keep her own eyes open, but mostly it was just that she hadn't wanted to miss out on a moment of snuggling with Chris. She sat up a little to kiss his forehead, her hand moving down to brush against his back lightly. "Yeah, I'm good. I wish every shift ended like this," she admitted.

Chris raised his eyebrows a little and put a hand up to scratch at his nose when a loose thread on the seam of her top started to tickle his nose. "It's not like we can move in together," he joked and punctuated the comment with a sneeze when the scratching just tickled his nose even more. And despite wincing a little when it twinged in his back, he returned back to the same spot he had settled in, more than reluctant to actually move anywhere. "Not to mention the fact sometimes our shifts don't even end the same, or I'm on-call... Dave said you and he chatted last night. A lot."

Serena waited for Chris to settle again, watching him with a tiny smile. He was cute when he sneezed. He probably didn't think so, but she did. "Pity. I think you just need to leave me more of your boxers to wear. They're so comfortable. I guess that kind of sucks, but it's still nice when we can sleepover when it's possible. Just being there for when you're home. Or you there when I finish. I like it... I can't help it. We did. It was nice. I really like him. He, ah, he gave me his approval."

Chris went to move to look up at her, but immediately regretted it with a sharp gasp followed by a string of colourful expletives. "See? Evidence why hots tubs are the win of life," he said, flopping onto his stomach into a new position that had his face squished against her shoulder and his arm tucked around her stomach. It was only half way to his intended to position, though. He would get there eventually. Maybe. "Guess we just need to be grateful for what we've got. We start rocking up to work together too often, suspicions are going to arive, and Eva still offers me regular rides. Dave's an awesome guy. You couldn't get a nicer dude. But I had no damn clue he had been holding out on Aimee. Last night was the first time... damn. He's stronger than me."

Serena smirked faintly. "Yeah, Aimee was practically glowing today. She couldn't stop talking about his hands, and his very nice penis, and tongue. Three orgasms... Pretty impressive. But she was definitely loving feeling him hard against her leg when they were cuddled up in bed... I think it just kicked it off. It flowed. It wasn't planned, just happened. She wanted to jump him the second she saw him, but they decided to hold out. Guess it makes it all the sweeter. Doesn't mean it's wrong if you do it straight up." Her brow creased a little with concern. "I could run a bath, you know. I know it's not your hot tub, but it's something. I can still bring my car to your place, and you have your bike. We don't have to arrive together. Still, I'd have to be outta there before Eva showed up."

"Jeeez," Chris snorted, scrunching his nose up. "This is what girl talk entails? Seriously? Now I'm worried about what tales of the bedroom you share with her. That is way too much information that I ever needed to hear about my best mate's sex life. I really don't see what the appeal is of holding out. If it's there, it's there, why not act on it?" He puffed his cheeks out with a heavy breath. "You're not going to put any girly scented things in it, are you? I don't want to smell like a big rose. You know what? That all sounds tiring. You really want to mess with that in the early hours of the morning before a long shift all the time? She always offers when it's raining or windy. She offered on that really hot day, too, so I wouldn't end up with heatstroke. Now that Dave is here, he's been offering too. Maybe I should just get a car."

Serena laughed softly as she gave him a sheepish smile. "Surprise? You did kinda not ask... I've only told her the best about you. It's not like there's anything bad. She'll take it to the girly grave. Let's just forget I revealed Dave secrets to you. We'll focus on you and not girly scented baths. So, no, I won't put girly scented things in it. I might put some salt though, just to help soothe. I don't have anything scented rose! Do I smell like roses to you? Ever?" She let out a soft sigh as she shook her head. "No, I really don't want to mess around with all that in the morning. I'd rather not. I guess we'll just... I don't know. I don't want to have to stick to our own places if we're on shift, but maybe we have to. Just meet for a bed date. I always thought your bike was an exercise and environmental thing."

"Nothing bad at all? Oh come on, there must be some bad things you think I do. Or at least annoying," Chris laughed as he decided he really wasn't opposed to this new position afterall, remaining there a bit longer. He shrugged a shoulder. "Most doctors can't avoid the lingering smell of antiseptic anyway, especially surgeons, we scrub up so much. I probably wouldn't notice even if you did smell like roses. But if you ever do, I'm going to start calling you nana. Environment? I don't care about the environment. I think there are bigger fish to fry than the greenhouse effect or whatever the hell bandwagon people are on these days. I do it to get me going of a day, it gets the blood pumping. It's better than coffee. I only usually need that after we get the first income and it turns out to be a biggie."

Serena closed her eyes for a moment as she tried to consider Chris' habits before shaking her head. "No... I mean, toilet seat up isn't something that's going to irk me. I grew up with a boy, I'm dating a man... The toilet seat's gonna get left up. You don't exactly snore, either. You can be a cover hog when you feel like it, but I just use you for heat and steal them back. Do I do anything that annoys you?" She crinkled her nose as she laughed again. "Well, thanks. I'll appreciate the non-nana sentiment. If you don't care then get a car. What's one more lot of carbon emissions, right? Or keep your bike. None of us actually mind giving you a ride. Mm... coffee."

Chris held a finger up. "Hey, hey... I only leave it up when I'm in a rush. I've been making a concerted toilet seat effort, and it's the thought that counts. In saying that, being a surgeon, I've always been anal about keeping things clean, and my bathroom at home isn't a man-shitter, so that's a plus, too. I've lived with three dudes in college, I know how much of a plus that is. I don't? Hn, I always thought I snored. Not that I could actually see first hand, though. I used to talk in my sleep." He thought for a moment, pulling his lips to the side. He took her hand and kissed her fingers before keeping it hugged close to his chest. "Nope, don't think so. I've been with way worse. Used to fleetingly date this one chick who used to use my razor. Which I have no issues with, but dude, rinse it out! And another one who was obsessed with using mouthwash. Again, not a bad thing, but I swear she used to drink the shit. The chick that tried getting me to drink soy milk for better digestion took the cake, though. It tastes like shit, and I'm pretty sure there is nothing wrong with my digestion. I wouldn't give up my bike, just having a car might stop so many offers of rides. I'd probably still end up riding."

"I really am grateful for it. It's nice walking into your bathroom and not having it be a man-shitter. I'm just sorry if my stuff winds up cluttering it. You snore a little when you're exhausted, but it's not like a chainsaw or anything. I just nudge you onto your side and you're okay. What did you used to talk about?" Serena watched him as she used her other hand to keep stroking her fingers through his hair. She loved his hair. She even loved his facial hair. And his smile... his eyes... Everything. She really was falling hard. "I always rinse. I might be a boxers thief, but at least I rinse the razors. She'd always just taste like mouthwash. Where's the fun in that? I like being able to taste the person I'm kissing, not their mouthwash. Do you want the offer of rides to stop?"

"You don't see me complaining, do you? It's just stuff, I don't care. Leave it where you want. I'm not that anal. It's gonna happen if we're seeing each other, right? I don't know what I used to talk about. All hearsay. I know only because Rick used to-" Chris stopped abruptly and pressed his lips together, cutting the words off. He rolled stiffly onto his back so he could look blankly up at the ceiling for a few moments in silence. After rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers, he soon cleared his throat with a shrug. "I don't know. Don't have any complaints about the rides, but rides means people coming to my place in the mornings to pick me up. They only offer because I don't have a car. Problem solved by getting one, huh?"

Serena sat up a little, and looked down at Chris before she leaned forward to kiss his forward and dragged herself from the bed to disappear into the bathroom to get his bath running. She put the water on slow in case it took longer to get Chris there than she planned. She wasn't exactly in a rush herself. Especially when she slid back into the bed beside him and cuddled up. "I'm sorry he's so... him. I wish thinking about your family didn't hurt you so much. I wish there were good stories. It really would solve the problem if you want the problem solved. I don't want you to feel you need to solve it. If you don't want to."

Chris made a soft growling sound in frustration, though he wasn't sure which of her comments it was really in response to. "Why are you apologising? Not everyone gets a peachy family to run home and cuddle with every holiday. Thinking about my family doesn't hurt, it pisses me off. I'm not about to start dressing in black and listening to goth music in a darkened room. I don't need sympathy, I just need to be as far away from my goddamn brother as I can possibly be." He got himself into a semi-sitting position, bracing his weight back on his hands as he just looked at his feet. "Fine, I won't get a car," he added.

Serena got onto her knees as she moved to face him, and reached out to cup his face in her hand. "Are you crazy?! Get the car! I was just trying to not be selfish, but I can't not be. I want every second with you that I can get. I want to wake up to you in the morning and not be having to rush out of bed because we're in danger of getting caught when Eva rocks up. I want to come home to snuggle with you. I want to have a chance to cook dinner for you. I want balcony sex, and beach sex, and Disneyworld sex! And I want to smack Rick in the face for not realising how fucking amazing his brother is, and that he needs to learn to just grow up and take his balls in hand and just talk to you."

Chris looked at her, his forehead creased up wryly. "Then don't do all that... throwing shit back on me. You might not always like the answer, huh? There's one thing right there that annoys me. Trying to be submissive when you outright want something. Getting me to throw the answer back. I won't always, you know. Because that shit does annoy me. I'd rather people just be honest... and open. The whole fucking crux of why I don't get along with my brother. He'll tell you we're just different, operate differently. That's Rick's language for just not wanting to give a shit. It's easier to just write it off as not gonna happen. I stopped trying to turn to him a long, long time ago. I don't want him to talk to me. That ship sailed."

"I'm sorry," Serena replied softly before she let out a sigh. "I guess sometimes I'm still trying to find my feet with this. I've never had a thing where I get to say what I want. It's always been... someone else. In case you didn't pick it up with my insane addiction to texting I don't get to do face to face very often. I've always been slow and careful and you were just... We'd known each other a little while, but then it sort of exploded. And I don't want it to burn out." She pulled her mouth to the side before she kissed him softly, and rest her forehead against his. "He still doesn't know what he's missing."

"Well, I ain't getting into that texting habit. I'm sorry, but what's the point of a relationship like that? You say a whole bunch of random stuff, and then when you are face-to-face, it's all awkward and nothing like what you say in the texts at all. Like chatting online. Yeah, I did it once. I met the chick and all she did was sit there and giggle at me across a crappy Starbuck's coffee and must have squealed 'Are you really a doctor?!' at me about twelve times," he snorted in amusement, putting on a rather spot-on girly voice with his imitation. "She had no problems with the dirty suggestive talk online, though. She was all with the suggestive confidence and then rocked up like she stepped out of a Sweet Valley High book. I'm hardly lacking in confidence, am I? I need a bit of that in return or I'll get bored. I'm sorry, but that's just the way I am, and always have been. Don't pre-empt everything. If you're thinking it's going to burn out, it will, plain and simple."

Serena leaned forward again to capture his mouth in a heated and deep kiss, seizing a moment of confidence after Chris stopped speaking. As much as she knew that he wasn't up to sex right now with his back hurting him, she couldn't help herself. She'd missed him. Talking to Aimee had stirred a lot of thoughts loose and one of them was that she just needed to keep showing Chris what he meant to her. And was starting to mean to her. "You've read Sweet Valley High?" she asked after the kiss had eased off.

"What?!" Chris squeaked and then snorted in a mix of horror and amusement. "No! Holy hell. Do I look like the Sweet Valley High sort? Doesn't mean I didn't want to have awkward teenage sex with the girls that did," he added with a smirk. Chris might be in pain, but certain parts of him didn't exactly want to admit to a connection to his back. Pulling off the actual event might be difficult, but the kiss had Chris turned on and it was impossible to hide. He gave a small laugh as he glanced down his body to his nether regions and then dropped his head back with a rough sigh.

"No, but you had me wondering for a moment." Serena lay down next to him again, her mouth sliding over his collarbone before she kissed his chest, and smiled. "Now there's a part of you it's been a while since I last saw. Feels like a lifetime. Think it'd be safe to blow you?"

Chris felt her words shoot through him like electricity and set all his nerve-endings on fire. His pants got even more tighter and he rested his tongue between his lips as his eyes locked with hers. It had been awhile, admittedly. Even longer since she had given him a blow job. Not really for any particular reason, but they had gotten into a habit of just going for the touchdown everytime. Maybe they had been taking the whole everything in between for granted a bit. "Only if I get to play too," he murmured, that hint of a cheeky smile back again, despite the rough few days.

Serena arched an eyebrow, her fingers skating down his thigh before she hooked them into his waistband. They really had been rushing to the finish line lately. There was no taking it slow, no warming it up. It had been about getting into it as quickly as they could because there had always been this illusion that they didn't have that much time. The truth was they had as much time as they wanted. She trailed trailed her tongue across his chest and circled it around his nipple before meeting his smile with a small smirk. "Baby, you can play with me any time. I'm your exclusive. My breasts are your breasts."