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5.8. "Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other."
Marquis De Sade
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Rachel pushed into the coffee shop near Fifth Avenue, and sighed. This was about the third day that week she'd hit it, working on making it her regular spot in the hopes that eventually it might pay off as a pick up place. The first couple coffee shops she'd tried had had terrible coffee, even if the eye candy factor had been high. She just couldn't stomach the idea of drinking bad coffee and trying to flirt at the same time.
Then there was the fact that Mike was shipping out again soon, and she didn't know how she felt about it. She was sad, and she maybe regretted the fact they hadn't quite connected, but at least they'd maintained some kind of balance in their friendship. They could talk now, and she was even succeeding in not hitting on him every other sentence. Maybe because she really was accepting the fact that it was time to move on. Mike was a great man, and he had been her first accidental love, but it just wasn't meant to be.
She stepped up to the end of the queue, and settled on waiting. The only bad part about her potential new spot was that the queues were always so long. What happened to coffee shops that were quiet, but made great coffee? Not like there wasn't enough of them in New York. "And yet all of them still seem to get massive line ups," she muttered out loud. Rachel rocked back on her heels, and had actually been about to turn around and walk back out when she realised too late that someone was behind her and she bumped against him and let out a surprised yelp. She spun to look behind her to see if they were okay, but her blue eyes lit up when she saw the tall, tan, not so dark cutie. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come up behind me. Are you okay?"
Alex had tried to shift back when he saw her backing up and when she spoke to him, his brain seemed to want to initially wonder why chicks didn't come with orange flashing lights and a beeping thing like trucks did. He had been looking up at the menu to try and decide what he wanted when she bumped against him. Couldn't even get a coffee in this place without someone invading your personal space. He wasn't exactly in a bad mood, but driving all the way to New York had been a pain in the butt. But he heard in his partner's voice the parent panic mode about the kid, and if the kid had a temp, it was always better to be safe than sorry with a newborn. Still, there were pediatricians in New York, but it seemed James was going to be hard-pushed to trust just anyone with his kid. After a bit of a checkover, it seemed the baby just had a minor stomach upset and a slight fever because of it. It happened a lot in newborns. Harri was worried about it being her breast milk making him sick, but Alex had allayed her worries by just telling her to not feed him as much in one sitting. It was a learning curve figuring out how much was right and just like in an adult who ate too much, a kid's gut hurt and was more sensitive to it.
He was going to head back to Princeton, even if he didn't have any shifts for the next two days. He chose, instead, however, to head to HQ to catch up on some outstanding loose ends from their trip OS a couple of weeks back. Besides James needing to draw his gun on a perp, nothing much had come out of it by way of leads. Alex had mostly been surplus to requirements on the mission, anyway. But the day was drawing to an end and he wouldn't be able to stay awake beyond five pm if he didn't get a coffee. It was peak hour in coffee land, though. Afternoon tea time. How did everyone's metabolisms seem to work on the same speed? "No, I think you gave me internal bleeding. I might need mouth-to-mouth to give me a little kickstart in the right direction," he joked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Rachel smiled at the joke, and tilted her head as she considered him. "Oh yeah? Then you better think about taking a seat, or getting comfy on the floor. Can't have you bending down and risking more damage just because I can't quite reach your mouth without a step ladder."
Alex snorted with a laugh. "Come on. You aren't that small. I've fucked smaller," he revealed with a small shrug and then it was his turn at the counter. He placed his order for a large double strength latte with caramel syrup and got handed a number. He hated these number systems. Even something as simple as getting a fucking coffee had become impersonalised.
"Fucked a lot of midgets, huh?" Rachel teased with a grin. She hadn't even noticed that Alex had skipped ahead of her, and then the cashier was looking at her and she just ordered a skinny latte. She didn't get all the fancy milky coffees. Simple worked for her. Until she got handed the number, and she frowned down at it. Maybe this really wasn't her place. She turned to smirk at Alex and reached up to grab the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. It lingered for a long moment, and when she pulled back she let him go with a shrug. "Maybe you're right."
Alex hadn't actually meant to skip ahead of her. His mind was just in a few different places, and even though he had slightly pulled the piss out of James, he was thinking about the kid and just wanted James and Harri to be okay in their parent skins. He really hadn't minded driving to New York at the drop of a hat, and he did like the kid. It seemed the cashier just wanted to give him preferential treatment, so he jumped in. He looked at the change in his hand and then held it out to her with a smirk. "Let me buy your coffee. I pinched your place, it's the least I could do." He shoved the cash into her hand before she could protest. "Just fucked a lot of females, the quota tends to add up," he clarified with a shrug. "My ex was much the same build as you and we did fine."
"I didn't actually complain, but okay. I won't turn down free coffee." Rachel took the change, and laughed a little. "Maybe I just need to let guys pinch my place more often. Then they'll have excuses to buy me coffee. Assuming they're as into being chivalrous enough like you to do it, while still talking about fucking a lot of females. So how's that quota now?" Rachel nodded. "Well, sure. Most guys tend to be like you, I guess. Taller than me. My ex is a little beefier."
"Like them meaty, do you?" Alex asked her, still smirking at her as he put his wallet away. She looked familiar, but he just couldn't place from where and he gave his head a small shake. "I know you from somewhere, but fuck knows where. Knowing my luck, you're a friend of my ex's. Not that we parted badly, or anything. Just matching our personal schedules seemed impossible. Right now? The quota is on a go slow, but I'm telling myself everyone has slow periods."
Rachel matched his smirk as her gaze slid down his body. "Well, I definitely like one part of them meaty. My ex is an Army medic, so he's definitely got the big muscles. Me? I think I'd remember if you were an ex of a friend of mine. Although, now you mention it there's definitely a little something familiar about you. Maybe it was a party, or something. What do you do? It might be our professional paths crossing. Sucks when the schedules don't mix. That's when dating always falls down. Hey, don't talk to me about slow periods. Mine's lasted... forever."
Everything seemed to connect in Alex's head in the blink of an eye and he looked at her a little warily. "Army Medic? His mate doesn't happen to have just been blown up in Afghanistan, does he?" he asked, not sure he believed New York was that small. But maybe that was it? Had she been at the New Year thing? "I'm a pediatrician in Jersey. Just have some private consults up here, so I have a place in both. Forever, huh? Isn't that a little dramatic? You don't peg me as the Virgin Mary. Although, if you're about to pop a kid out at any second, try and give me some fair warning."
Rachel blinked as she nodded, and pointed at him. "That's him! You know Rob? Small world..." She was shaking her head now as she laughed. Even with all the people residing in this city it was possible to cross paths with someone who knew a friend, or a friend of a friend. "Wow... Oh hey, cool. Working with kids must keep you on your toes. And it was maybe a little dramatic. It's definitely been about... ten months, I think. Nearly a year. And no, no kids popping out. Why, do I look pregnant to you?" she asked as she turned to show him her profile as she lifted her to up a little to show nothing but a flat stomach.
Alex wave his hand. "Not personally, sort of a six degrees of separation thing, but when something like that happens to a friend of a friend, you know about it. Harri and James, I'm Campbell's doctor because Harri had Riley Browne as her doctor for the pregnancy. A Princeton thing, it seems. James is Ali's best pal, Andrew is Ali's husband, who is Leila's cousin, who is married to Rob. See? A whole website could be dedicated to that group and all their links. But that's how I know. It was a pretty intense thing when it happened. Of course it is. It's intense enough as it is having a friend over there a war hero, but to hear he nearly lost his life. It must have been full on for his close pals. I know what it's like to lose someone close to you." He sniggered, shaking his head. "Yeah, you're practically a beached whale."
Rachel frowned as she tried to match names to faces in her head, but nothing much clicked. Except for a few names. "Oh! I work with Harri, so I know James kind of. And me and Andrew are friends and sponsors, so I know Ali. And Rob and Leila obviously because they're Mike's friends. He's living with them. Or will be until he gets shipped out again. Rob's taken it really hard, and Mike just wants to be there to help out. He only just came back when news came through about Rob. He was looking after him before that because Rob caught a stomach virus, or something. He came to see Leila to let her know Rob was okay, only then he just... wasn't. I'm sorry you know what it's like." Rachel looked at him before puffing out her cheeks and then making her belly stick out. "Now I am."
"You want to be a beached whale?" Alex asked her in amusement. "Not that there is anything wrong with that. I don't mind girls with curves at all. I was at the New Year's party very briefly. Had a long week at work, so I didn't stick around too long. Figured I should just put in a bit of an appearance. They do parties with style and the two bars are just awesome venues. But I was close to face-planting the bar and didn't want to drag the mood down. I haven't actually met anyone but Harri and James, a few of the Princeton bunch. I was the mini Scot's doctor when he was diagnosed with diabetes a few weeks after he was born. Good people..." He, of course, didn't mention his SS investigation was revolving around Lachlan's shooting and that he actually knew James well before he even met Harri, and before James went back to being James. Details like that would always be kept under wraps.
"No, but I was just showing you I could be. I wish I had more curves. I know that sounds stupid, but I do. I need to eat more junk." Rachel's eyes went wide. "Oh, that's it! You were the guy with the sleepy guy with the cute ass. Oh my god... I was perving on you from behind a few times... No wonder I didn't recognise your face. Sorry, by the way. I'm not really big with the Princeton bunch, either. More the New Yorkers. So you looked after, um... Riley Campbell, right? He's such a cutie. He made a great Yoda."
Alex raised his eyebrows. "First time I've ever heard a girl say that. They're usually wishing they were skinnier, and I'm talking kids as young as eleven and twelve with this mindset. It's screwed up, and bloody scary. I should be flattered you were perving on my ass, but it really is quite fine," he said with a laugh, turning around so she could get a better view. "I just know a lot of them in passing, a good portion of them work at the hospital so you cross paths. The DJ at The Bondi has just started work in our ward, he's a nice dude. Crazy mental in his work schedule, though." Pot, kettle, black. Not that Alex wasn't familiar with working two different schedules himself. "That's the one. His father's nickname is Yodalan because he just has this innate wisdom, really easy to talk to and offer advice. I think that was a salute to that, but you couldn't get a more cool baby costume than that."
"No, I'd definitely want more curves. I'm so... straight up and down. I never feel like there's much to hold on to." Rachel looked at him as she shrugged, and then glanced down at herself briefly. "It'd be cool to have more on my hips, and a bigger booty." She looked back up in time to see his ass, and bit down on her finger to stop herself from reaching out to grab it. "Man, you really do have a seriously cute ass. I just want to get my hands on it. I'm sorry! Fuck, I really am just being inappropriate, aren't I? I promise I'll stop talking about your ass, but you can look at my lack of if you like," she told him as she spun around to give him a return view. "Seriously? I have one job, and that's enough. Granted it's not always high demand, but I couldn't imagine having that many hours eaten up like that. It's demanding enough being a doctor, isn't it? Yodalan, I like that... And definitely no cooler baby costume."
Alex shrugged as his number was called. He dropped the little slip of used paper into the basket for that purpose and accepted the coffee from the girl behind the counter, flashing her a smile. "Thanks, love," he told her and looked back at Rachel with a devious glint in his eyes. "What's stopping you getting your hands on anything? We could just check into that hotel across the road and fuck our brains out," he joked and took a sip of coffee, analytical eyes still planted intently on her face.
Rachel looked back at him, and gave a disbelieving laugh as she tried to work out if he was serious. "Are you serious?" she had to ask him out loud, still studying him. She realised she couldn't actually read him all that well. Not that she didn't believe anything he was saying, just this feeling like she was still missing something. "I just... Nothing, actually. It's not like we're not both single. You're not serious though, right? You're having me on."
Alex swallowed and cleared his throat, gesturing to her with the coffee cup. "That depends how much guilt you're feeling over the soldier. Guilt that is badly projected, because you technically have nothing to feel guilty about. But I get the feeling you're still a little hung up on him, not that there is anything wrong with that, but you said yourself you haven't had sex in ten months, putting you around the time he shipped out, if I've connected the dots correctly. That means you still have feelings for him, and that since he has been back, you've probably been harbouring the guilt by way of thinking you might actually be unfaithful to him if you sleep with anyone else, and that you are probably a bitch for being unfaithful to a serving soldier who's been at war. Only, you also said in passing that he got the call back, and now you're probably wondering why you're mooning over him when he's not reciprocating and again, nothing wrong with that. But it sounds like you need a distraction, a way to shake the guilt, and there isn't really any better distraction in this world than sex." He tilted his head a little, a faint smirk on his lips. He couldn't help it, it was his job to absorb every little fact and judge people. It was just second nature to do it when he wasn't even on a case. "And the only reason it all depends on how much guilt you're feeling is whether or not you'll let yourself do it despite."
Rachel laughed again as she looked at him. "Are you sure you're just a pediatrician, because you really have adults down. I feel oddly naked after you understand me so well. I'd feel less naked across the street with us fucking our brains out." Her number was called, but it took Rachel a moment to move to grab her coffee. She hadn't quite been able to take her eyes of the doctor. When she was back in front of him she held her hand out. "I'm Rachel, and I would actually really like you to be my distraction if you're okay with it. I'm not letting the guilt get in the way when you're the one in front of me right now. But thank you... for understanding."
"It's not about understanding. You hardly know me, you don't need me to understand. But look, I do get it, okay? If only because that side of things I know a little about. And look, he's a good guy. I haven't met him, but if Rob is anything to go by, he's probably sweet, kind, Southern, hot. I have seen him, just not met him. It doesn't matter if you're still hung up on him, and maybe down the track, you'll end up back with him if you still love him. But right now, you gotta live a little. He's not able to be that other part of you right now, for whatever reason. It sucks. Relationships all suck when they screw up, but just lock it up and slot it away for awhile, or you'll become old before you know it," Alex warned and then nodded his head in the direction of the hotel. "Hopefully they have mints on the pillow and a mini bar."
"So you can have some Irish coffee?" Rachel asked with amusement. She reached behind him to pinch his ass now she knew they were going to sleep together, and touching it didn't seem so taboo. "I'll make sure they have mints on the pillows, and a mini bar otherwise we're finding another hotel. And consider everything locked away and stowed for living a little. Just remember to give me your name at some point, so I'm not screaming out to the wrong guy."
Alex snorted. "No. So I can raid it and charge it to work," he told her with a laugh. He finally took her hand and kissed her fingers. "Dr Alex Carter, MD, at your service."
"So now I'm a work meeting, huh? I can live with that. I mean, I do think you need to give me a full body check up." Her face stayed straight for a moment before she started to laugh. "Shit, that was just bad. It's a pleasure to have you at my service, Alex." Rachel smiled at him before she started to lead him out of the coffee shop.
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Marquis De Sade
Co-written with undercoverdoc
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Rachel pushed into the coffee shop near Fifth Avenue, and sighed. This was about the third day that week she'd hit it, working on making it her regular spot in the hopes that eventually it might pay off as a pick up place. The first couple coffee shops she'd tried had had terrible coffee, even if the eye candy factor had been high. She just couldn't stomach the idea of drinking bad coffee and trying to flirt at the same time.
Then there was the fact that Mike was shipping out again soon, and she didn't know how she felt about it. She was sad, and she maybe regretted the fact they hadn't quite connected, but at least they'd maintained some kind of balance in their friendship. They could talk now, and she was even succeeding in not hitting on him every other sentence. Maybe because she really was accepting the fact that it was time to move on. Mike was a great man, and he had been her first accidental love, but it just wasn't meant to be.
She stepped up to the end of the queue, and settled on waiting. The only bad part about her potential new spot was that the queues were always so long. What happened to coffee shops that were quiet, but made great coffee? Not like there wasn't enough of them in New York. "And yet all of them still seem to get massive line ups," she muttered out loud. Rachel rocked back on her heels, and had actually been about to turn around and walk back out when she realised too late that someone was behind her and she bumped against him and let out a surprised yelp. She spun to look behind her to see if they were okay, but her blue eyes lit up when she saw the tall, tan, not so dark cutie. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come up behind me. Are you okay?"
Alex had tried to shift back when he saw her backing up and when she spoke to him, his brain seemed to want to initially wonder why chicks didn't come with orange flashing lights and a beeping thing like trucks did. He had been looking up at the menu to try and decide what he wanted when she bumped against him. Couldn't even get a coffee in this place without someone invading your personal space. He wasn't exactly in a bad mood, but driving all the way to New York had been a pain in the butt. But he heard in his partner's voice the parent panic mode about the kid, and if the kid had a temp, it was always better to be safe than sorry with a newborn. Still, there were pediatricians in New York, but it seemed James was going to be hard-pushed to trust just anyone with his kid. After a bit of a checkover, it seemed the baby just had a minor stomach upset and a slight fever because of it. It happened a lot in newborns. Harri was worried about it being her breast milk making him sick, but Alex had allayed her worries by just telling her to not feed him as much in one sitting. It was a learning curve figuring out how much was right and just like in an adult who ate too much, a kid's gut hurt and was more sensitive to it.
He was going to head back to Princeton, even if he didn't have any shifts for the next two days. He chose, instead, however, to head to HQ to catch up on some outstanding loose ends from their trip OS a couple of weeks back. Besides James needing to draw his gun on a perp, nothing much had come out of it by way of leads. Alex had mostly been surplus to requirements on the mission, anyway. But the day was drawing to an end and he wouldn't be able to stay awake beyond five pm if he didn't get a coffee. It was peak hour in coffee land, though. Afternoon tea time. How did everyone's metabolisms seem to work on the same speed? "No, I think you gave me internal bleeding. I might need mouth-to-mouth to give me a little kickstart in the right direction," he joked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Rachel smiled at the joke, and tilted her head as she considered him. "Oh yeah? Then you better think about taking a seat, or getting comfy on the floor. Can't have you bending down and risking more damage just because I can't quite reach your mouth without a step ladder."
Alex snorted with a laugh. "Come on. You aren't that small. I've fucked smaller," he revealed with a small shrug and then it was his turn at the counter. He placed his order for a large double strength latte with caramel syrup and got handed a number. He hated these number systems. Even something as simple as getting a fucking coffee had become impersonalised.
"Fucked a lot of midgets, huh?" Rachel teased with a grin. She hadn't even noticed that Alex had skipped ahead of her, and then the cashier was looking at her and she just ordered a skinny latte. She didn't get all the fancy milky coffees. Simple worked for her. Until she got handed the number, and she frowned down at it. Maybe this really wasn't her place. She turned to smirk at Alex and reached up to grab the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. It lingered for a long moment, and when she pulled back she let him go with a shrug. "Maybe you're right."
Alex hadn't actually meant to skip ahead of her. His mind was just in a few different places, and even though he had slightly pulled the piss out of James, he was thinking about the kid and just wanted James and Harri to be okay in their parent skins. He really hadn't minded driving to New York at the drop of a hat, and he did like the kid. It seemed the cashier just wanted to give him preferential treatment, so he jumped in. He looked at the change in his hand and then held it out to her with a smirk. "Let me buy your coffee. I pinched your place, it's the least I could do." He shoved the cash into her hand before she could protest. "Just fucked a lot of females, the quota tends to add up," he clarified with a shrug. "My ex was much the same build as you and we did fine."
"I didn't actually complain, but okay. I won't turn down free coffee." Rachel took the change, and laughed a little. "Maybe I just need to let guys pinch my place more often. Then they'll have excuses to buy me coffee. Assuming they're as into being chivalrous enough like you to do it, while still talking about fucking a lot of females. So how's that quota now?" Rachel nodded. "Well, sure. Most guys tend to be like you, I guess. Taller than me. My ex is a little beefier."
"Like them meaty, do you?" Alex asked her, still smirking at her as he put his wallet away. She looked familiar, but he just couldn't place from where and he gave his head a small shake. "I know you from somewhere, but fuck knows where. Knowing my luck, you're a friend of my ex's. Not that we parted badly, or anything. Just matching our personal schedules seemed impossible. Right now? The quota is on a go slow, but I'm telling myself everyone has slow periods."
Rachel matched his smirk as her gaze slid down his body. "Well, I definitely like one part of them meaty. My ex is an Army medic, so he's definitely got the big muscles. Me? I think I'd remember if you were an ex of a friend of mine. Although, now you mention it there's definitely a little something familiar about you. Maybe it was a party, or something. What do you do? It might be our professional paths crossing. Sucks when the schedules don't mix. That's when dating always falls down. Hey, don't talk to me about slow periods. Mine's lasted... forever."
Everything seemed to connect in Alex's head in the blink of an eye and he looked at her a little warily. "Army Medic? His mate doesn't happen to have just been blown up in Afghanistan, does he?" he asked, not sure he believed New York was that small. But maybe that was it? Had she been at the New Year thing? "I'm a pediatrician in Jersey. Just have some private consults up here, so I have a place in both. Forever, huh? Isn't that a little dramatic? You don't peg me as the Virgin Mary. Although, if you're about to pop a kid out at any second, try and give me some fair warning."
Rachel blinked as she nodded, and pointed at him. "That's him! You know Rob? Small world..." She was shaking her head now as she laughed. Even with all the people residing in this city it was possible to cross paths with someone who knew a friend, or a friend of a friend. "Wow... Oh hey, cool. Working with kids must keep you on your toes. And it was maybe a little dramatic. It's definitely been about... ten months, I think. Nearly a year. And no, no kids popping out. Why, do I look pregnant to you?" she asked as she turned to show him her profile as she lifted her to up a little to show nothing but a flat stomach.
Alex wave his hand. "Not personally, sort of a six degrees of separation thing, but when something like that happens to a friend of a friend, you know about it. Harri and James, I'm Campbell's doctor because Harri had Riley Browne as her doctor for the pregnancy. A Princeton thing, it seems. James is Ali's best pal, Andrew is Ali's husband, who is Leila's cousin, who is married to Rob. See? A whole website could be dedicated to that group and all their links. But that's how I know. It was a pretty intense thing when it happened. Of course it is. It's intense enough as it is having a friend over there a war hero, but to hear he nearly lost his life. It must have been full on for his close pals. I know what it's like to lose someone close to you." He sniggered, shaking his head. "Yeah, you're practically a beached whale."
Rachel frowned as she tried to match names to faces in her head, but nothing much clicked. Except for a few names. "Oh! I work with Harri, so I know James kind of. And me and Andrew are friends and sponsors, so I know Ali. And Rob and Leila obviously because they're Mike's friends. He's living with them. Or will be until he gets shipped out again. Rob's taken it really hard, and Mike just wants to be there to help out. He only just came back when news came through about Rob. He was looking after him before that because Rob caught a stomach virus, or something. He came to see Leila to let her know Rob was okay, only then he just... wasn't. I'm sorry you know what it's like." Rachel looked at him before puffing out her cheeks and then making her belly stick out. "Now I am."
"You want to be a beached whale?" Alex asked her in amusement. "Not that there is anything wrong with that. I don't mind girls with curves at all. I was at the New Year's party very briefly. Had a long week at work, so I didn't stick around too long. Figured I should just put in a bit of an appearance. They do parties with style and the two bars are just awesome venues. But I was close to face-planting the bar and didn't want to drag the mood down. I haven't actually met anyone but Harri and James, a few of the Princeton bunch. I was the mini Scot's doctor when he was diagnosed with diabetes a few weeks after he was born. Good people..." He, of course, didn't mention his SS investigation was revolving around Lachlan's shooting and that he actually knew James well before he even met Harri, and before James went back to being James. Details like that would always be kept under wraps.
"No, but I was just showing you I could be. I wish I had more curves. I know that sounds stupid, but I do. I need to eat more junk." Rachel's eyes went wide. "Oh, that's it! You were the guy with the sleepy guy with the cute ass. Oh my god... I was perving on you from behind a few times... No wonder I didn't recognise your face. Sorry, by the way. I'm not really big with the Princeton bunch, either. More the New Yorkers. So you looked after, um... Riley Campbell, right? He's such a cutie. He made a great Yoda."
Alex raised his eyebrows. "First time I've ever heard a girl say that. They're usually wishing they were skinnier, and I'm talking kids as young as eleven and twelve with this mindset. It's screwed up, and bloody scary. I should be flattered you were perving on my ass, but it really is quite fine," he said with a laugh, turning around so she could get a better view. "I just know a lot of them in passing, a good portion of them work at the hospital so you cross paths. The DJ at The Bondi has just started work in our ward, he's a nice dude. Crazy mental in his work schedule, though." Pot, kettle, black. Not that Alex wasn't familiar with working two different schedules himself. "That's the one. His father's nickname is Yodalan because he just has this innate wisdom, really easy to talk to and offer advice. I think that was a salute to that, but you couldn't get a more cool baby costume than that."
"No, I'd definitely want more curves. I'm so... straight up and down. I never feel like there's much to hold on to." Rachel looked at him as she shrugged, and then glanced down at herself briefly. "It'd be cool to have more on my hips, and a bigger booty." She looked back up in time to see his ass, and bit down on her finger to stop herself from reaching out to grab it. "Man, you really do have a seriously cute ass. I just want to get my hands on it. I'm sorry! Fuck, I really am just being inappropriate, aren't I? I promise I'll stop talking about your ass, but you can look at my lack of if you like," she told him as she spun around to give him a return view. "Seriously? I have one job, and that's enough. Granted it's not always high demand, but I couldn't imagine having that many hours eaten up like that. It's demanding enough being a doctor, isn't it? Yodalan, I like that... And definitely no cooler baby costume."
Alex shrugged as his number was called. He dropped the little slip of used paper into the basket for that purpose and accepted the coffee from the girl behind the counter, flashing her a smile. "Thanks, love," he told her and looked back at Rachel with a devious glint in his eyes. "What's stopping you getting your hands on anything? We could just check into that hotel across the road and fuck our brains out," he joked and took a sip of coffee, analytical eyes still planted intently on her face.
Rachel looked back at him, and gave a disbelieving laugh as she tried to work out if he was serious. "Are you serious?" she had to ask him out loud, still studying him. She realised she couldn't actually read him all that well. Not that she didn't believe anything he was saying, just this feeling like she was still missing something. "I just... Nothing, actually. It's not like we're not both single. You're not serious though, right? You're having me on."
Alex swallowed and cleared his throat, gesturing to her with the coffee cup. "That depends how much guilt you're feeling over the soldier. Guilt that is badly projected, because you technically have nothing to feel guilty about. But I get the feeling you're still a little hung up on him, not that there is anything wrong with that, but you said yourself you haven't had sex in ten months, putting you around the time he shipped out, if I've connected the dots correctly. That means you still have feelings for him, and that since he has been back, you've probably been harbouring the guilt by way of thinking you might actually be unfaithful to him if you sleep with anyone else, and that you are probably a bitch for being unfaithful to a serving soldier who's been at war. Only, you also said in passing that he got the call back, and now you're probably wondering why you're mooning over him when he's not reciprocating and again, nothing wrong with that. But it sounds like you need a distraction, a way to shake the guilt, and there isn't really any better distraction in this world than sex." He tilted his head a little, a faint smirk on his lips. He couldn't help it, it was his job to absorb every little fact and judge people. It was just second nature to do it when he wasn't even on a case. "And the only reason it all depends on how much guilt you're feeling is whether or not you'll let yourself do it despite."
Rachel laughed again as she looked at him. "Are you sure you're just a pediatrician, because you really have adults down. I feel oddly naked after you understand me so well. I'd feel less naked across the street with us fucking our brains out." Her number was called, but it took Rachel a moment to move to grab her coffee. She hadn't quite been able to take her eyes of the doctor. When she was back in front of him she held her hand out. "I'm Rachel, and I would actually really like you to be my distraction if you're okay with it. I'm not letting the guilt get in the way when you're the one in front of me right now. But thank you... for understanding."
"It's not about understanding. You hardly know me, you don't need me to understand. But look, I do get it, okay? If only because that side of things I know a little about. And look, he's a good guy. I haven't met him, but if Rob is anything to go by, he's probably sweet, kind, Southern, hot. I have seen him, just not met him. It doesn't matter if you're still hung up on him, and maybe down the track, you'll end up back with him if you still love him. But right now, you gotta live a little. He's not able to be that other part of you right now, for whatever reason. It sucks. Relationships all suck when they screw up, but just lock it up and slot it away for awhile, or you'll become old before you know it," Alex warned and then nodded his head in the direction of the hotel. "Hopefully they have mints on the pillow and a mini bar."
"So you can have some Irish coffee?" Rachel asked with amusement. She reached behind him to pinch his ass now she knew they were going to sleep together, and touching it didn't seem so taboo. "I'll make sure they have mints on the pillows, and a mini bar otherwise we're finding another hotel. And consider everything locked away and stowed for living a little. Just remember to give me your name at some point, so I'm not screaming out to the wrong guy."
Alex snorted. "No. So I can raid it and charge it to work," he told her with a laugh. He finally took her hand and kissed her fingers. "Dr Alex Carter, MD, at your service."
"So now I'm a work meeting, huh? I can live with that. I mean, I do think you need to give me a full body check up." Her face stayed straight for a moment before she started to laugh. "Shit, that was just bad. It's a pleasure to have you at my service, Alex." Rachel smiled at him before she started to lead him out of the coffee shop.
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