musesandlyrics | 2.6 Mignon McLaughlin quote
2.6. "We welcome passion, for the mind is briefly let off duty."
Mignon McLaughlin
Co-written with scrubbedup | Follows THIS
George stood in the main part of Matt's apartment, eyes taking in her surroundings as she held onto the thickshakes, and donuts. He'd left her after letting her in, apparently forgetting something or other in the bathroom. George couldn't help but wonder if he was brushing his teeth, or something. She supposed when it was the first pseudo-booty call between colleagues there did need to be some ettiquette in place. After all, she'd had another shower before coming over in an attempt to wash off the smell of the hospital.
Finally she set the junk food down on the coffee table, and took it upon herself to get comfortable as she peeled off her cardigan, and dropped down onto the sofa. George wasn't wearing anything special, but she had gone for the neater side of casual. She'd even managed to find a skirt that wasn't crumpled in her wardrobe. George leaned forward to pick up one of the chocolate thickshakes, and took a large sip as she turned her head to glance at the photos Matt had dotted around. For a moment she did a double take as she thought she saw a mirror image, but it had to be his twin sisters. Especially given one was blonde, and the other brunette.
"You still alive?" she called out.
The teeth brushing and showering had actually been taken care of well before she arrived. It was just the fact he had drunk three cups of coffee from the pot to give him a boost of energy that had him needing to pee like a horse. He hadn't anticipated his bladder in the psuedo-booty call. Plus, there was still the fact she was his boss, and no matter how Matt tried to look at it, it still felt a little on the weird side. He had the odd random job when he was a teen and during college, but this was his first actual job and he assumed sleeping with your boss wasn't supposed to be on the agenda. In fact, things had been left up in the air after their chat that it still might not even happen. Matt actually had a worse job of it than her finding something decent to wear. When he had a string of nightshifts on his roster, he tended to get lax in his home stuff, and he had honed the good ol' 'floordrobe' down to perfection. Everything was wrinkled, dirty, or maybe half-way between. He had even contemplated for a moment remaining in his pyjamas, but that didn't seem like the ettiquette needed. In the end, he pull on some jeans that had been slung over one of his arm chairs and mostly escaped wrinkling and a white wifebeater that didn't matter if it was creased or not because it stretched out when you put it on. He tended to sleep in those anyway (or naked) so with the jeans, it actually wasn't too bad. Better than Finding Nemo pyjama pants.
He brushed his fingers through his curly hair to try and tame it a little before heading back out into the main apartment. It was only a small place, in a block of four other apartments that was once a large manor house before someone got creative and transformed it into four small apartments. One bedroom, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen with a laundry attached. It did him just fine and he still spent some nights at home with his family. "It was touch and go, but I managed to pluck my life back from the brink at the last minute," he joked.
George laughed as she raised her thickshake in a toast. "Good for you. It'd definitely be a shame to lose such a good nurse early on." Her gaze dragged down his body, and she managed to stifle the sigh of longing at seeing him in jeans, and a wifebeater. Damn him for being her underling, and so damn hot at the same time. She was sorely tempted to send an SOS message to Riley, begging him to try and talk her out of it, or something. She bit down on her straw, giving him another smile as she tried to contain herself.
"Even if that is the topic of debate right now?" Matt asked with a hint of skepticism in his voice. He took one of the seats beside her and put one of his bare feet up on the edge of the coffee table. The thing that niggled at him more than anything was the fact she was technically his acting boss while Nurse Preston was out of action. It was what Nurse Preston would think if he got wind of Matt bedding down with his stand-in not even a month into the job. Especially if every second patient hated him. He might not have a job by the time Halloween came.
George's eyebrows went up, and she set down the cup to focus on him. "You still think one patient hating you is really going to get you fired? Did you abuse the guy? Antagonise him? Do anything to actually set him off besides have a penis?" She knew he was her responsibility, and Pat probably would have a thing or two to say if he found out, but George couldn't see anything wrong with the situation when they were both consenting adults. Of course, if the afterwards part was incredibly awkward, then there might be problems. She still thought it was worth the risk.
Matt shrugged. "No, I didn't. I just answered his call for a bed pan and he got his back up about me wanting to look at his dick and feel him up. I just backed off and got someone else to answer the call, then I didn't think anything on it. I never expected him to put a formal complaint in about me, and I didn't stop to consider some patients might get complexes over male nurses, but I guess it makes sense. I just thought it would be females, for some reason," he admitted wryly, picking at a loose strand on his jeans.
"Yeah, but it's not a reflection on you. Don't you get it? It's nothing to do with how you performed, or something you missed. It's him with his own hang-ups, and clearly he doesn't have enough things to occupy him if he's making complaints. It's nothing personal even if it feels like it." George reached out to cover his hand with hers. "Trust me, Matt. You're a great nurse, so don't lose heart, okay? It was just a bad day."
Matt looked down at their hands and then his blue eyes shifted up to meet hers. "Have you ever had something like this happen? Some complaint or weird situation with a patient?" he asked her.
"Sure, plenty of times," George said with a slight sigh. "You can't be a nurse without having stuff happen. I mean, I had one patient convinced he was in love with me. It was really head trauma. Or he was a psycho... Then I had a complain against me because I apparently looked at some lady with 'shifty eyes', and she was sure I was poisoning her."
Matt looked at her uncertainly. "Isn't that stalker material?" he asked, wondering slightly now why the hell he picked nursing and not law. "Is that why you wanted to do the boss thing? More paperwork, less potential stalkers?"
George shrugged. "Sure, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as Lachlan's stalker thing. I mean, I didn't get shot. I just got longing looks, and he saved me his jello cup." She smirked a little, and shook her head. "No, it's because I didn't want Pat coming back to shit. If we got some sub in, I guarantee they would've turned it into a mess, and I figured I'd do a better job keeping his seat warm. Plus I wanted a chance to prove it to myself that I could do it."
"That's creepy in a I really love jello kind of way," Matt said with a smirk. "You wouldn't pick Lachlan to have been a victim of that. At least, I didn't. I felt like a right dick when he told me who he was, and I think he only told me because I probably looked like I was stalking his best mate, and then gave him the nose-scrunched look. You know the one where you recognise someone or something, but can't quite place it and you end up standing there with this stupid look on your face trying to figure out what the fuck it is until you realise you have an audience?" He pointed. "That was me. I'm not foreign to making a dick of myself. I just prefer not to."
"Oh, Nurse Murray, what are we going to do with you? You're just lucky he's Yodalan. He probably just took it in his stride, and tried to find out if you were really a dick, or just had a dick moment," George laughed. She gave his hand another squeeze before leaning forward to flick open the top of the donut box and getting one out. "You'll be fine. I know you will."
Matt nodded. "Yeah, he was kind of giving me the dick analysis look. Which I totally get. I was hovering in his unconscious best friend's hospital room doorway. I would give me the dick analysis look, too. I think the scrubs and ID helped me not get my ass kicked, luckily. He gave me the benefit of the doubt. The whole PPTH initiation has been daunting, really. I've lived here my whole life and was even brought to the ER as a kid, but working here feels like a whole different song book."
George tilted her head. "So you're intimidated? Isn't there anything that'll help you feel more settled, or feel like you deserve to be a part of PPTH?"
Matt held up his hands. "No, no. It's not that, I promise. I'm not intimidated, per se. I guess I just have the same cold feet as all new professionals have fresh out of college. I've always wanted to be a nurse and I worked hard to get into Yale and get good grades with my degree. I'm not a wimp. I don't heave at the sight of pee or vomit... anymore," he added with a laugh. "In the early days of my practical, I definitely did. But I had awesome mentors. I was just lucky to be able to tolerate blood. I just really want to do a good job, and I want my patients to think they're maybe just that tiny bit more comfortable because they have a nurse who cares, you know? I've been a patient, and I know what having ass nurses can be like. That's all it is really. I just want to do a good job, that I just happen to love."
George gave him a smile and moved closer to Matt. She let go of his hand, and cupped his cheek as she held his gaze. "I think you'll find you have that already with patients. You're not an ass nurse. No one ever called you a wimp, either. The patients love you. You have to remember for this one complaint, there have been so many compliments for you, and how you make patients comfortable."
"Compliments are so much easier to take at face value than insults," Matt murmured and then leaned in, breaching the gap between them to kiss her, his lips meeting hers with ease as his tongue sought out hers to deepen the kiss.
George pushed her fingers up into his hair, her tongue meeting his as she matched him in the kiss. A shudder rolled through her body, and all her attempts at keeping herself under control flew out the window. She at least managed to refrain from climbing into his lap and dry humping him. As it eased off, George caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged on it as she smiled and slowly opened her eyes again. "Mm... what were we talking about?"
Matt trailed the tip of his finger over her collarbone and a little lower to hook it in the top button of her shirt, which he proceeded to flick open slowly. "Compliments... being comfortable..." he murmured, holding her gaze. "Come on, Nurse Morrison. This is your booty call and you are my boss... are you going to call the shots?" he added with a mischievous smirk.
George's lips curved into a sinful smile, and she nudged him back as she hiked up her skirt to make it easier to straddle him. She tugged up the wifebeater, exposing the fit torso beneath. She'd had a feeling he worked out since she saw him that first day in scrubs. Now she knew for sure. She ran her hands greedily over his chest, and leaned in to kiss him again. She was definitely willing to call the shots. She just hoped he wouldn't come to regret anything they did later, not when she had a feeling she'd be wanting to do this again, and again.
Words: 2203 | All muses referred to with permission and come from the princeton2nyc verse
Mignon McLaughlin
Co-written with scrubbedup | Follows THIS
George stood in the main part of Matt's apartment, eyes taking in her surroundings as she held onto the thickshakes, and donuts. He'd left her after letting her in, apparently forgetting something or other in the bathroom. George couldn't help but wonder if he was brushing his teeth, or something. She supposed when it was the first pseudo-booty call between colleagues there did need to be some ettiquette in place. After all, she'd had another shower before coming over in an attempt to wash off the smell of the hospital.
Finally she set the junk food down on the coffee table, and took it upon herself to get comfortable as she peeled off her cardigan, and dropped down onto the sofa. George wasn't wearing anything special, but she had gone for the neater side of casual. She'd even managed to find a skirt that wasn't crumpled in her wardrobe. George leaned forward to pick up one of the chocolate thickshakes, and took a large sip as she turned her head to glance at the photos Matt had dotted around. For a moment she did a double take as she thought she saw a mirror image, but it had to be his twin sisters. Especially given one was blonde, and the other brunette.
"You still alive?" she called out.
The teeth brushing and showering had actually been taken care of well before she arrived. It was just the fact he had drunk three cups of coffee from the pot to give him a boost of energy that had him needing to pee like a horse. He hadn't anticipated his bladder in the psuedo-booty call. Plus, there was still the fact she was his boss, and no matter how Matt tried to look at it, it still felt a little on the weird side. He had the odd random job when he was a teen and during college, but this was his first actual job and he assumed sleeping with your boss wasn't supposed to be on the agenda. In fact, things had been left up in the air after their chat that it still might not even happen. Matt actually had a worse job of it than her finding something decent to wear. When he had a string of nightshifts on his roster, he tended to get lax in his home stuff, and he had honed the good ol' 'floordrobe' down to perfection. Everything was wrinkled, dirty, or maybe half-way between. He had even contemplated for a moment remaining in his pyjamas, but that didn't seem like the ettiquette needed. In the end, he pull on some jeans that had been slung over one of his arm chairs and mostly escaped wrinkling and a white wifebeater that didn't matter if it was creased or not because it stretched out when you put it on. He tended to sleep in those anyway (or naked) so with the jeans, it actually wasn't too bad. Better than Finding Nemo pyjama pants.
He brushed his fingers through his curly hair to try and tame it a little before heading back out into the main apartment. It was only a small place, in a block of four other apartments that was once a large manor house before someone got creative and transformed it into four small apartments. One bedroom, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen with a laundry attached. It did him just fine and he still spent some nights at home with his family. "It was touch and go, but I managed to pluck my life back from the brink at the last minute," he joked.
George laughed as she raised her thickshake in a toast. "Good for you. It'd definitely be a shame to lose such a good nurse early on." Her gaze dragged down his body, and she managed to stifle the sigh of longing at seeing him in jeans, and a wifebeater. Damn him for being her underling, and so damn hot at the same time. She was sorely tempted to send an SOS message to Riley, begging him to try and talk her out of it, or something. She bit down on her straw, giving him another smile as she tried to contain herself.
"Even if that is the topic of debate right now?" Matt asked with a hint of skepticism in his voice. He took one of the seats beside her and put one of his bare feet up on the edge of the coffee table. The thing that niggled at him more than anything was the fact she was technically his acting boss while Nurse Preston was out of action. It was what Nurse Preston would think if he got wind of Matt bedding down with his stand-in not even a month into the job. Especially if every second patient hated him. He might not have a job by the time Halloween came.
George's eyebrows went up, and she set down the cup to focus on him. "You still think one patient hating you is really going to get you fired? Did you abuse the guy? Antagonise him? Do anything to actually set him off besides have a penis?" She knew he was her responsibility, and Pat probably would have a thing or two to say if he found out, but George couldn't see anything wrong with the situation when they were both consenting adults. Of course, if the afterwards part was incredibly awkward, then there might be problems. She still thought it was worth the risk.
Matt shrugged. "No, I didn't. I just answered his call for a bed pan and he got his back up about me wanting to look at his dick and feel him up. I just backed off and got someone else to answer the call, then I didn't think anything on it. I never expected him to put a formal complaint in about me, and I didn't stop to consider some patients might get complexes over male nurses, but I guess it makes sense. I just thought it would be females, for some reason," he admitted wryly, picking at a loose strand on his jeans.
"Yeah, but it's not a reflection on you. Don't you get it? It's nothing to do with how you performed, or something you missed. It's him with his own hang-ups, and clearly he doesn't have enough things to occupy him if he's making complaints. It's nothing personal even if it feels like it." George reached out to cover his hand with hers. "Trust me, Matt. You're a great nurse, so don't lose heart, okay? It was just a bad day."
Matt looked down at their hands and then his blue eyes shifted up to meet hers. "Have you ever had something like this happen? Some complaint or weird situation with a patient?" he asked her.
"Sure, plenty of times," George said with a slight sigh. "You can't be a nurse without having stuff happen. I mean, I had one patient convinced he was in love with me. It was really head trauma. Or he was a psycho... Then I had a complain against me because I apparently looked at some lady with 'shifty eyes', and she was sure I was poisoning her."
Matt looked at her uncertainly. "Isn't that stalker material?" he asked, wondering slightly now why the hell he picked nursing and not law. "Is that why you wanted to do the boss thing? More paperwork, less potential stalkers?"
George shrugged. "Sure, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as Lachlan's stalker thing. I mean, I didn't get shot. I just got longing looks, and he saved me his jello cup." She smirked a little, and shook her head. "No, it's because I didn't want Pat coming back to shit. If we got some sub in, I guarantee they would've turned it into a mess, and I figured I'd do a better job keeping his seat warm. Plus I wanted a chance to prove it to myself that I could do it."
"That's creepy in a I really love jello kind of way," Matt said with a smirk. "You wouldn't pick Lachlan to have been a victim of that. At least, I didn't. I felt like a right dick when he told me who he was, and I think he only told me because I probably looked like I was stalking his best mate, and then gave him the nose-scrunched look. You know the one where you recognise someone or something, but can't quite place it and you end up standing there with this stupid look on your face trying to figure out what the fuck it is until you realise you have an audience?" He pointed. "That was me. I'm not foreign to making a dick of myself. I just prefer not to."
"Oh, Nurse Murray, what are we going to do with you? You're just lucky he's Yodalan. He probably just took it in his stride, and tried to find out if you were really a dick, or just had a dick moment," George laughed. She gave his hand another squeeze before leaning forward to flick open the top of the donut box and getting one out. "You'll be fine. I know you will."
Matt nodded. "Yeah, he was kind of giving me the dick analysis look. Which I totally get. I was hovering in his unconscious best friend's hospital room doorway. I would give me the dick analysis look, too. I think the scrubs and ID helped me not get my ass kicked, luckily. He gave me the benefit of the doubt. The whole PPTH initiation has been daunting, really. I've lived here my whole life and was even brought to the ER as a kid, but working here feels like a whole different song book."
George tilted her head. "So you're intimidated? Isn't there anything that'll help you feel more settled, or feel like you deserve to be a part of PPTH?"
Matt held up his hands. "No, no. It's not that, I promise. I'm not intimidated, per se. I guess I just have the same cold feet as all new professionals have fresh out of college. I've always wanted to be a nurse and I worked hard to get into Yale and get good grades with my degree. I'm not a wimp. I don't heave at the sight of pee or vomit... anymore," he added with a laugh. "In the early days of my practical, I definitely did. But I had awesome mentors. I was just lucky to be able to tolerate blood. I just really want to do a good job, and I want my patients to think they're maybe just that tiny bit more comfortable because they have a nurse who cares, you know? I've been a patient, and I know what having ass nurses can be like. That's all it is really. I just want to do a good job, that I just happen to love."
George gave him a smile and moved closer to Matt. She let go of his hand, and cupped his cheek as she held his gaze. "I think you'll find you have that already with patients. You're not an ass nurse. No one ever called you a wimp, either. The patients love you. You have to remember for this one complaint, there have been so many compliments for you, and how you make patients comfortable."
"Compliments are so much easier to take at face value than insults," Matt murmured and then leaned in, breaching the gap between them to kiss her, his lips meeting hers with ease as his tongue sought out hers to deepen the kiss.
George pushed her fingers up into his hair, her tongue meeting his as she matched him in the kiss. A shudder rolled through her body, and all her attempts at keeping herself under control flew out the window. She at least managed to refrain from climbing into his lap and dry humping him. As it eased off, George caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged on it as she smiled and slowly opened her eyes again. "Mm... what were we talking about?"
Matt trailed the tip of his finger over her collarbone and a little lower to hook it in the top button of her shirt, which he proceeded to flick open slowly. "Compliments... being comfortable..." he murmured, holding her gaze. "Come on, Nurse Morrison. This is your booty call and you are my boss... are you going to call the shots?" he added with a mischievous smirk.
George's lips curved into a sinful smile, and she nudged him back as she hiked up her skirt to make it easier to straddle him. She tugged up the wifebeater, exposing the fit torso beneath. She'd had a feeling he worked out since she saw him that first day in scrubs. Now she knew for sure. She ran her hands greedily over his chest, and leaned in to kiss him again. She was definitely willing to call the shots. She just hoped he wouldn't come to regret anything they did later, not when she had a feeling she'd be wanting to do this again, and again.
Words: 2203 | All muses referred to with permission and come from the princeton2nyc verse