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You were on duty watching the kids in the rainbow room, smiling as you watched Eleven play the game that she was always intent on playing when the doors opened, one of the other orderlies walking through.
And oh wonderful, it was Peter, you thought sarcastically. You hated him with a burning passion, and everyone at the lab knew it too, including your boss.
He walked up to you with a stormy look on his face, because of course, he hated your guts as well.

“Brenner said he wants to see you in his office. He had a question. I’ll watch the kids.” Peter said, all business.

“And he just had to send you of all people to tell me, didn’t he.” You huffed in annoyance, your day ruined now at the sight of his gorgeous face. Yes, you hated Peter Ballard, and the thing that made you hate him even more was how unfairly hot he was. Even you couldn’t deny that.

“You think that I wanted to be the one to come tell you?” He asked incredulously, his eyebrows raising. “Trust me, I’d rather be anywhere else in this lab right now. And that’s saying something because I hate this place, but not nearly as much as I hate you.” He glared at you, and you glared back as you stood up, taking a step closer to him. “Fuck you, Ballard.” He drew up at that, fire in his eyes, but there was something else there too. You didn’t give it too much thought, leaving him standing there as you left the room to go see what your boss wanted.

The next few weeks went by quickly and you hadn’t seen Peter as much which was a blessing, because the few times you did encounter him, it ended up with sarcastic remarks thrown back and forth.
You remember the very first day you started working at Hawkins Lab, the very first time you met Peter. You had tried to be nice, but he was cold, and distant. You thought he may have been having a bad day, but no, he acted that way toward you every day. He always tried to intimidate you, but you were not detered by him one bit.
You didn’t want to admit it, but there was something about the other man that got underneath your skin. You hated him, but there was something else there too.
And Peter… You felt like he just hated everyone’s existence in general, but you knew that you got underneath his skin as well.
He was always sweet to the children, mostly Eleven. You only ever seen a different side of him when he interacted with her.
It irked you like nothing else, because it was obviously an act, and you always wondered what his angle was.
There was only one thing you and him agreed on, it was hating this place.
The more you worked here the more you felt awful for what the kids here had to go through. They had no freedom and they were experiments for Brenner to do what he pleased with them. It was sad, and they deserved a better life.

It was a cold December night and Brenner had asked you if you would stay overnight to do inventory in the lab storage room. You agreed, because you would be getting some peace and quiet. Time to yourself as you worked.
You made your way into the room, shutting the door behind you.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” You huffed in annoyance as you almost walked right into the one and only, Peter Ballard. There goes your night of peace and quiet. “Brenner is trying to punish me, he is.” You said as you set your bag down, wondering why this had to happen to you.

“What are you doing here?” He gritted out slowly, and you glared right back at him.

“What does it look like I’m doing here? I’m working. What are you doing here?!” You fired right back at him, hoping this was some kind of joke.

“I’m the one working. I don’t need your help. You can leave.” He said, turning around and oh hell no.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m doing my job.” You were getting fired up, reaching for his shoulder to spin him around, and he gripped your wrist faster than you could pull it away, taking a menacing step toward you.

“I said, I will handle it. Leave, before I make you leave.” His blue eyes were dark, looking absolutely unhinged, but you weren’t afraid of him. Maybe you should have been, but there wasn’t an ounce of you feeling the need to back down, and somehow, you got the feeling that deep down he liked that.

“Oh? Why don’t you go ahead and try and make me then?” You challenged as you took another step closer to him until your bodies were almost touching, the both of you pent up in anger, staring eachother down.

You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly your lips were clashing together in a rough, heated, mind numbing kiss, teeth clacking together harshly.
You moaned into his mouth as he walked you backwards and slammed you into the shelves where there was a blind spot from the cameras, stuff falling off the other side at the impact, but neither one of you cared at the moment.
“You’re infuriating.” He said, his voice coming out gruffer now, aroused, and you felt the hard line of his cock pressing against your thigh.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” You demanded, your fingers coming up to grip his hair, hard, crashing your lips against his again, your other hand at the nape of his neck. He bit your lip harshly until you could taste the metallic tang of blood in your mouth. You let out a moan at that, in half pain, half pleasure, your fingers coming up to run down his chest. You gripped his shirt and ripped it open, the buttons flying everywhere, which made you feel deeply satisfied.
He pulled away to look at you, his hair a mess from your fingers and his lips kiss swollen. He looked as gorgeous as ever, and you wanted him, badly.

“You drive me crazy.” He rasped out, his finger coming up to run across your lips and down your chin from where your lip was bleeding and he brought it to his own lips, sucking his finger into his mouth, his eyes right on you. Fuck, that shouldn’t have been hot, but it was. It made your knees weak, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, your need growing.

You watched as Peter shook his dress shirt off before pulling the white t-shirt underneath off as well, and that was when you sank to your knees, taking off his belt and throwing it somewhere off to the side before pulling his pants and boxers down roughly.
Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock right in front of your face. It was hard, extremely so, leaking pre-cum at the tip. You leaned forward, running your tongue along the underside before circling it around the tip, moaning softly at the bitter taste.
“Fuck… you’re…” Peter trailed off, his hand coming down to grip your hair this time as his hips bucked forward, causing his cock to push farther into your mouth.
You gripped his ass cheeks to pull him even closer, starting to bob your head back and forth, moaning around the hard length of him.

“You’re… you’re so perfect. I think about you on your knees for me all the… fuck… all the time.” He panted above you, his eyes falling shut as you looked up at him with his head thrown back in pleasure, his hips making hard thrusting motions. You gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat multiple times, spit coating your chin and you could tell he was about to come so you pulled off of him, ignoring the look he gave you as you wiped your chin before standing up.

“I want you, Peter… I need you to fuck me.” Your voice came out raspy from your throat being fucked, taking your clothes off, enjoying the feeling of his eyes drinking you in until you were standing there naked before him.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He said before gripping your thighs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist as he pushed you against the shelves once more. He looked down as he lined his cock up with your aching center, pushing in agonizingly slow until he was completely inside of you.

“Oh god… I’m not gonna last long. You feel… incredible.” He grunted, burying his face in your chest as he sucked bruising kisses onto your breasts, collecting himself for a moment before he pulled almost all the way out until just the tip was inside of you before he slammed back in harshly, causing the shelf to shake behind you. You let out a loud moan, your fingers clawing at his back, making deep scratch marks which spurred him on, causing him to start fucking you roughly, his hips smacking against your thighs with each thrust. Your clit was aching, begging to be touched, and he must have known himself because seconds later his finger came down to circle it before rubbing it at a pace that felt so fucking good, and you were close, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly, you just needed…

“You’re such a good girl… I want you to come for me. Come on my cock, baby.” Peter groaned out, fucking into you so hard that you swore you could see stars. You felt incredibly full of him, stuffed with his huge cock, his fingers on your clit not letting up. He was going to make you lose it.
“Peter… fuck.. I’m gonna…” You moaned out, clenching around his cock and he absolutely let out a growl at that, hips smacking against your thighs harshly.
“Henry… I want you to call out that name when you come on my cock. You’re mine, do you understand? I’ll kill anyone who dares to touch you.” And holy shit, that was alot to process.

“God, Pet- Henry… I’m yours… yours.” You came with a loud moan, his name falling from your lips over and over as your powerful orgasm washed over you, Peter, no Henry, looking at you in awe.

“Fuck, you’re incredible… so perfect. I’m gonna...” He groaned out, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts became uneven.

“Inside, Henry. I’m on the pill.. want to feel you, please..” Your voice sounded fucked out, which you were, on the brink of passing out from being taken so well.

He let out the most feral, agonized sound as your name fell from his lips, and his hips stuttered once, twice before he buried himself deep inside of you and you could feel his cum coating your insides. His legs started shaking and he couldn’t hold the both of you up any longer so he pulled out of you gently, his release dripping down the insides of your thighs. He pulled you down with him until you were in his arms on the ground.
The last thing you remembered was feeling him clean the semen off of your thighs with his ruined white dress shirt before darkness overtook you.

When you awoke, it was against Peter’s… no Henry’s chest, your back resting against him as his arms were folded in front of your stomach.
You would have to get used to the name change.
“You awake?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“How long was I out?” You asked, hoping that it wasn’t too long. You both still had to work after all. You did not want the wrath of Brenner. He chuckled, the sound reverberating against your skin, and you realized you must have said that out loud. You also noticed that it was the first time you ever heard Henry laugh and it made you feel things, very deeply.

“About ten minutes.” He murmured, his eyes closed.

“You said I was yours… does that make you mine?” You asked, and you didn’t know why you cared. Why the thought of him saying no made your chest constrict painfully. Why did you even bring it up? You hated him, didn’t you?

“I’m yours.” He responded, your name whispered against your ear as he held you tighter against him. And maybe, it wasn’t hate that you felt for eachother after all, and you both knew it.

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You had an absolutely awful day, it was the first day in a long time that you had seen your ex- boyfriend, who cheated on you multiple times. He even had the audacity to ask if you wanted to try again. The egotistical bastard acted like he was surprised your answer was no, because what woman wouldn’t fall at his feet.
Well not you, not anymore. You couldn’t figure out for the life of you what you ever saw in him in the first place.

Which is why, you found yourself at the bar on a Friday night, you needed to get laid. You wanted the thought of your ex to be fucked out of you. You were extremely picky though, and you wouldn’t settle for just anyone.
A couple guys offered to buy you a drink, and you gladly accepted. You wouldn’t be going home with them, though, they weren’t what you were looking for.

“Hey pretty girl, what do you say we head back to my place?” You turned to look at an older man, who looked to be about in his fifties and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“No thanks.” You declined, and yeah… You were about to give up entirely because this just wasn’t doing it for you. That was, until, someone new walked in the door, and dear lord almighty. Tall, blue eyes, golden blonde locks that curled toward the end that looked soft enough to run your fingers through. He was dressed in a white button up and a pair of black dress pants. He looked around until his eyes locked on yours, a smirk forming on his lips, which looked, oh so kissable.
And oh god, he was walking up to you now, taking the unoccupied seat to your left.

“Hello.” Was all he said, and suddenly, you didn’t know how to speak, a lump forming it’s way into your throat.

“Hey asshole, why don’t you go find someone else. I had her first.” And oh god, you forgot the older man was still to your right, and seriously? He had you first? You were about to turn around and give him a piece of your mind when, faster than you could blink, the blonde man was right in front of him, giving him a threatening look.

“It seems she already declined your offer.” And what? He heard that? “You should leave, now.” He said in a commanding voice, and holy hell, the man actually listened to him, leaving the two of you alone, leaving the whole bar altogether.

“You seem like you’re not enjoying this place.” He turned to look at you then, sitting down now in the spot that the other man was in before.

“I- um… Honestly not really.” You said, turning to face him fully as you sipped on your drink.

“Then why are you here?” He asked, and you debated on whether to tell him the truth, or make up some excuse.

“I had a bad day. College classes have kicked my ass, which is fine, but then I seen my ex who cheated on me, and it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him, so yeah, that about did it for me. I came out to… get my mind off it.” You trailed off, suddenly nervous.

“I see.” He said, looking as if he was deep in thought. “Well, he sounds like a sick excuse for a human, and you’re very beautiful. He didn’t deserve you anyway.” He finished, and he looked like he meant it.

“I’m… I don’t know what to say.” Your felt your face heating up, bright as a tomato, surely. “And what is it that I deserve?” You asked, feeling like you were on the verge of something exhilarating happening.

“You deserve anything you want.” Was his response, turning you into a pile of mush, your entire body heating up.

“And you, what if what I want, is you?” You put yourself out there, terrified that maybe he would change his mind, but the way he was looking at you told you something different. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive, and his eyes were completely black now, which you had to be imagining.

“I’d be happy to oblige. I’ll come with you.” He gestured for you to get up, and you immediately agreed, his hand resting against the small of your back as you both walked out of the bar.

“I walked here, my place is not that far.” You said, and good lord, what were you doing? You barely knew this man, as a matter of fact, you didn’t even know his name. What if he was a serial killer? And here you were, inviting him home with you. Were you that horny for this guy? Luckily for you, you lived in a dorm room, so if anything, there would be other people around. “Can I ask your name?”

“Henry. And you?” You told him your name in return, and he walked closer to you, goosebumps rising on your skin as your arms brushed. “You walked here all alone? it can be, quite dangerous at night. There are some bad… people, out there.” And there was that smirk again, his eyes full of mischief.

“Oh, and are you one of those bad people? Did you come with me to murder me?” You joked, bumping your shoulder with his playfully.

“I can’t disagree with you on the first question, but I did not come with you to murder you. If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it already, but on the other hand, if anyone else had crossed your path, certain people…” He trailed off, giving you a look, and you knew exactly what he meant. Man, you didn’t get out much. Then you realized what he first said, he didn’t disagree that he was ‘bad’. What were you getting yourself into.

Suddenly you were right by your dorms, and you had him follow you to your room, groaning when you seen your roommate was there. You guys were pretty cool, but she was hardly ever in here, so why tonight when you wanted to jump this man’s bones.

“Leave us.” Your eyes widened, and you turned to look at Henry in shock before your eyes turned to Nancy, and you laughed.

“He’s just kidding, right Henry?” You elbowed him gently, looking at her raised eyebrows.

“Kidding? You want to do this in front of her?” His eyebrows knitted together, lost. “I don’t like sharing.” His eyes grew dark.

“No that’s not… that’s not what I meant.” You sighed, resting your head against your forehead. “Nanc, I’ll owe you big time if you can leave us for a few hours, please? I’ll buy you lunch.” You grinned at her pleadingly.

“Alright, fine. And dessert too.” She added as she smiled back, getting up off her bed, and you nodded in agreement, telling her that you did trust this guy when she asked, and oddly you were telling the truth. She seemed satisfied at that as she left, and then it was just the two of you, all alone.

He was on you in seconds, pressing you against the door as your lips smashed together in a filthy kiss, and you let out a soft moan against his lips. God, he was a really, really good kisser. He trailed kisses from your jaw down to your neck, breathing in deeply as if he was smelling you.

“You smell divine.” Now it was completely undeniable, his eyes were pure black. “I bet you taste even better.” You weren’t sure what he meant by that, you just smelled like yourself.

“Well why don’t you have a taste then.” You said before pressing your lips together again. He growled against your lips before, faster than humanly possible, you were thrown onto your bed, and he materialized on top of you, caging you in with his arms.

“What… how did you do that?” You asked, looking into his dark frenzied eyes.

“I’m a vampire, sweetheart. I need to taste you, now.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, because he had to be joking, but then, no human could move that fast. The way he said it so nonchalantly. Now you were terrified, but also still very turned on. You found that you wanted him to taste you, the idea of him drinking your blood making your legs quiver in pleasure. Wow you were fucked up.

You tilted your head invitingly, and he let out a snarl before there was a sharp pain as his teeth pierced your skin. The pain turned into pleasure very quickly, and you let out a moan as your fingers came up to tangle in his hair as he drank from you.

“Henry…” You gasped out as he let out soft moaning noises, feeling the hard line of his clothed cock pressing against you, straining against his pants. He pulled away for a moment, and you noticed a stray drop of blood dripping down his lips. He brought a finger to wipe it off before licking it clean, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy, like you were the best thing he ever tasted.

“I’ve never tasted anyone as good as you are. I could easily get addicted.” He growled as he, with impossible strength, ripped your dress to shreds. And okay, you actually liked that dress, but you couldn’t be mad because the action was extremely hot, and you were too turned on to care. “I need to have you. Take me out.” He demanded, kneeling on his knees as you sat up, his crotch inches away from your face, and your mouth watered.

You buried your face against the bulged fabic of his pants, mouthing along his clothed dick before your hands shakely unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down before he kicked them off and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the bed.

“I can tell you’re dying to taste me, go ahead, my darling girl.” You didn’t need telling twice, and god, you could tell he was packing before, but seeing that gorgeous cock up close and personal was a whole nother thing. It was long, and thick, the velvety head leaking a drop of pre-cum at the tip. You wrapped your hand around the length of it, jacking him off a few times before wrapping your lips around the head, moaning softly at the heady taste that was all him. He let out a grunt as his fingers came down to grip your hair roughly, pushing you further down on his cock, making you gag.

“Fuck, jus- just like that. You look so good sucking my cock. Doing so well, yes, take all of it.” He groaned as you started going to town on his dick, bobbing your head up and down before suckling on the head, tasting him on your tongue.

You hummed around him, wanting to make him feel really, really good. You pushed past your gag reflex, relaxing your throat as you took his dick in as far as you could before swallowing around him. He lost it, letting out a feral animalistic sound as he yanked you off his cock, wrapping his fist around the base to stop himself from cumming. It was about the hottest thing you’ve ever seen… He was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and you wanted him, needed him inside of you badly. Your clit was throbbing, begging to be touched, your core aching with need.

“You’re…You are way too good at that… You’re fucking perfect, such a good girl. Almost making me cum, but I want it to be while I’m fucking you within an inch of your life into this mattress.” He said before asking you if you had any condoms, and you reached over to grab one from your dresser, handing it to him.

“Need you so bad, Henry… want that perfect cock inside of me.” You breathed out as you watched him roll on the condom, growling as you turned around, lifting your ass up and spreading yourself open for him.

“Fuck, you filthy thing.” He pushed your head down into the mattress with one hand as his other one came down to sink two fingers inside of your aching pussy. “Shit… you feel tight. I can’t wait to be buried deep inside of you, claiming you.” He said as he started fingering you roughly, his thumb starting to rub furiously at your clit, and you cried out in pleasure, clenching around the digits inside of you. You were so very close, and you didn’t know if you could hold in your orgasm for much longer if he kept that up.

“I want you to cum for me, cum on my fingers!” He growled as he yanked you up by your hair, tilting your head to the side as he sank his teeth into your neck again, and you screamed as your orgasm washed over you, thighs shaking as you clenched tight around his fingers, leaning back against him as he drank from you.
He retracted his teeth moments later as he lined himself up between your slick folds, sinking inside of you inch by inch until you were stuffed full of him, split open on his cock.

“Fuck… you feel incredible. I’m not going to last long.” He groaned out, gripping your jaw to turn your face toward him, pulling you in for a filthy kiss.

“You fill me up so well, Henry… feels so good.” You pressed against his lips before sliding your tongue against his, moaning into the kiss as he pulled almost all the way out until just the tip was inside before slamming back in, causing him to bite harshly at your lower lip until it was bleeding. He let out a groan, sucking your lip greedily as he started hammering into you, the sound of hips smacking against you filling the air, along with your pants and moans.

“I want you to be mine. I can’t let you go, ever. Tell me you’ll be mine.” He growled, his fingers coming down to rub at your clit again, fucking into you so hard that you fell forward and had to grip the headboard to steady yourself. “Tell me.”

“Fuck…. I’m… I’ll be yours. Yours.” You moaned out, feeling yourself get close again, on the verge another orgasm.

“Good girl, you’re so good.” He grunted, his hips started to stutter inside of you. “I want to make you cum again. Come on my cock, beautiful.” And with the way he was fucking you so well, hitting that spot deep inside of you as his fingers worked insistently over your clit, you did exactly that, clenching tight around him as you screamed out his name.

“Ohhh fuck… I’m gonna. I…” He suddenly pulled out of you and ripped off the condom, laying you on your back as he stripped his cock over your face. “Open.”

You obeyed, sticking your tongue out as you opened your mouth wide, hearing him grunt out your name as hot strips of semen hit your face, another load landing directly on your tongue. “You look so good covered in my cum.. Swallow it.” He ordered, and fuck, you did, swallowing down the bitter taste of him, moaning softly as you licked your lips.

“You’re mine.” He said again, running his finger over a glob of cum that landed on your forehead, bringing it to your lips, and you moaned, sucking his digit into your mouth. “I’ve been alive for a very long time. I’ve been waiting years for someone like you.” Henry looked at you in awe, a smile on his face.

“If I’m yours, then am I the only one you’ll take home and drink from and sleep with? I mean, surely you do this all the time.” You tried not to sound jealous, but your voice came out that way.

“No, you’re wrong, well not about the drinking part, I need that to survive, but you’re the only one I’ll drink from, now that I found you, and I have no interest in anyone else. Like I said, I’ve been alive for a very long time, and I smelled you as soon as I walked in that place. In all my years no one else has captured my attention the way you have. And I’m not like your ex, when I have something that is mine, then that is the only thing I want.” He grabbed your ripped dress to wipe the rest of the cum off of your face before curling up beside you, wrapping you in his arms, and you let out a content sigh, knowing that what he said was the truth, but…

“Have you killed anyone?” You asked hesitantly, worried about the answer. The guy was, after all, a vampire.

“Yes… Only people who deserved it. Bad people.” Henry responded after a few moments of silence, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“And what about when I grow old. You won’t age, and I’ll have wrinkles. You won’t want me then.” You reasoned, feeling self conscious about that fact.

“I’ll always want you, but of course, I can’t have you die. I’ll turn you in a few years, when you’re ready.” He buried his face against your neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin, and you shuddered, not as against that idea as you thought you’d be.

“Will my blood still taste good?” You had to ask.

“It won’t do anything for me, but yes you’ll still taste as good as ever, maybe even better, but I won’t survive off of it. Is that all of your questions?” He asked, amused, smirking against your neck.

“For now.” You yawned, feeling completely fucked out and ready to sleep.

“Sleep, darling. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He rested a hand on your stomach, and you soon fell asleep in his arms, excited for the life you would have together.

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This was just fucking wonderful, you had this full physical appointment scheduled for months, and you go in to find out that your regular Doctor had an emergency today. So now you had two options, you could have the on call Doctor perform the physical, or reschedule your appointment for a later date, and yeah, you weren’t doing the latter. You just wanted to get this over with. These things were highly uncomfortable, and you already prepared yourself for it getting done today, so the on call Doctor would have to do.

As you were sitting in the room waiting for the Doctor to come in, you were starting to get nervous, biting at your nails. This was taking a while, and you started debating on whether or not just to walk out, and reschedule after all when the Doctor finally walked in, and HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. No. Absolutely not. This was not happening. It was bad enough to have a male Doctor perform your physical, but this fucking adonis of a man? Someone should just shoot you in the head now, because there was absolutely no way that you were going to survive this appointment.

“Hello. I’m Dr. Creel. Looks like your Doctor is out for the week, so I’ll be doing your physical.” The Adonis said, a smile that was to die for forming on his lips. Good lord. Get this man out of here, with those soft blonde locks, those ocean blue eyes, those pink luscious full lips. There was no way it was legal to look like that. And then to top it off with that angelic sounding voice. What if you got turned on while he was just doing his job? How embarrassing would that be.

“I’m guessing you don’t talk much.” That smile was still on his lips as he grabbed his clipboard and a pen, sliding it between his fingers. And you were never one to have a hand kink, but damn. You wondered what those fingers - and nope, you needed to stop that train of thought, like right now.

“Uh…” Smooth, real smooth. That was all you could come up with. You now did not know how to speak, your vocabulary rendered to nothing but one worded sounds.

“It’s okay. I know this must be uncomfortable for you, especially since you’re used to your regular Doctor. I’ll try to make it as quick as possible. We’ll start with just a few questions. Do you have any allergies to any medications?” He started off easily, sitting down on his stool.

“Um… I. Oh, allergies… Not that I know of.” You mumbled out, and what a great impression you sure were making. A blubbering mess is what you were.

“Ah, she speaks.” He smirked, and okay, wasn’t this man a little young to be a Doctor. He was the last thing you were expecting to walk through that door. And it’s not like you didn’t know there were young Doctors out there, but you’ve yet to encounter one. He looked to maybe be in his late twenties, or early thirties. “Any sexual encounters within the last 6 months?”

“Uh, no. It’s… the last person was my ex, about eight months ago.” Why did you have to say all that? He didn’t need to know all those details. You could’ve just went with a simple no. Maybe it was because you were still trying to get that damn smirk out of your mind.

“Alright. Do you take birth control or any other medications, and if so, how long?” He marked something off on the paper as he questioned you.

“I have, for about four years, maybe a little longer.” You answered, and he made a humming sound before making another mark.

“Okay, do you drink alcohol, smoke, or take any drugs?” He asked, biting on the cap of his pen, and good god, could he not do that?

“I don’t smoke, or do any drugs. I drink on a seldom occasion.” You answered, atleast these questions were distracting you from your horniness for the moment.

“Alright. That’s it for the questions.” He marked off one more thing before setting the clipboard on the counter, grabbing a pair of gloves and slipping them on with finesse, and you hoped to god he did not just hear the whimper you let out at him putting on a damn pair of gloves. Of course, you weren’t that lucky because if anything told you that he did, in fact, hear you, It was the smirk that formed on his face once again.

“Open your mouth real wide for me.” He said as he grabbed a light to look inside your mouth, and you tried very hard not to think about what else you could be doing with your mouth as you did as you were told. He hummed, satisfied, before grabbing the thermometer, putting it in your ear to check your temperature. He didn’t say anything, so you assumed it was fine as he moved on to check your blood pressure.

“Everything is good so far. I’m gonna have you lay down while I feel around your abdomen, and you let me know if you feel any pain anywhere.” You did as you were told, laying down on the sheet of the exam bed, and closing your eyes. Seconds later you felt gloved hands pressing on your stomach, feeling around in different spots. “Good?” He asked.

“Yeah… no pain.” You let out a shaky breath, those hands on you were making you feel things, your panties starting to get wet. Oh god.

“Good. Sit up and I’ll check your pulse.” You sat up, feeling the device at your chest a moment later, hearing a ‘hm’ sound coming from Dr. Adonis. You wondered what his first name was…

“Henry.” You looked up in surprise as the Doctor was looking at you with a smile on his face. Oh, you said that out loud. Henry. Henry…. Henry. It suited him. You would certainly be thinking about this man during your late night fantasies, and now you had a name to match his face. “Also, your pulse is racing, abnormally fast. Any ideas of why that could be?”

“Um… No, sir…” You knew exactly why your heart was racing, and did you just call him Sir? You could have sworn you seen his eyes darken, but you couldn’t be too sure.

“Hm.” Was all he responded, taking the gloves off and throwing them in the trash bin. “I’ll have you change into that gown, and then I’ll be right back to finish with your physical.” Odd, his voice sounded strained. Could it be that he was affected by you as well? No… that would be too good to be true.

Once he left the room you changed out of your clothes until you were standing completely naked, putting the gown on before folding your clothes neatly in the chair before laying down again. Your thoughts drifted off to Henry, and those gorgeous, capable hands, that mischievous smirk, and that ironed neatly white uniform. You thought about what it would feel like to have those long fingers inside of you, examining you. Oh god, you could feel slick coating the insides of your thighs, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. He was going to notice that, there was no way he wouldn’t, and you would be humiliated. He’d probably ask you to leave, reschedule the rest of the physical with someone else.

“Alright, sorry that took a moment longer than expected. You ready?” You nodded shamefully as he put on a new pair of gloves, coming to stand in between your spread legs. Oh god, you were sweating with nerves now, ready to be kicked out of here.

“Oh… you’re extremely wet.” He stated the obvious, and yeah, now you could see it clearly, his eyes were darkening, and his face was now red. “Feeling any pain?” His voice came out dry as he pressed down slightly on your pelvis. You shook your head no, a whine escaping your mouth. It wasn’t from pain though, and he knew that.

“What has you so wet, hmm? What were you thinking about?” He asked, continuing on with his exam, feeling around for any abnormalities, not finding any. “Are you thinking you need a more thorough exam?”

“I - oh god. I, yes… I think I do.” You squeezed your eyes shut, more slick gushing out of you. The shame was real.

“I see. It sounds to me like you’re trying to get the Doctor in trouble, is that right, sweetheart?” He asked in a low growl that was doing absolutely nothing to tame your arousal, in fact, it was only made worse.

“No… Doctor… never, fuck.” You pressed out, and his eyes dilated completely, and as you looked down you could see an impressive bulge tenting his pants.

“Tsk tsk… such dirty words from such a dirty girl. Getting turned on from her Doctor performing a simple little exam. Does this happen with all of the other Doctors, baby?” He smirked, his fingers moving down to slide between your slick folds, pressing the tip of his thumb inside of you, and you let out a gasp, hips bucking up against his hand.

“No, Doctor, just you…” You moaned out, clenching around his thumb, your clit throbbing, and begging to be touched.

“Fuck…What a good girl…You want me to make you cum, darling? Hm?” He moved his thumb away and pressed his middle finger inside of you roughly, a searching look on his face, then his finger curled and fuck, you would have outright screamed if it wasn’t for a gloved hand pressing against your mouth to cut off the sound. “Shhh, I know, sweet girl… I know your slutty little clit is just begging to be touched right now, but did you know, I know exactly how to make you cum… Just - Like - This.” Each word was punctuated with a hard jab of his finger inside of you, oh god and he wasn’t wrong, you were on the brink already. The feeling of pleasure so overwhelming. His cock wasn’t even inside of you, and your clit was untouched, and yet, you were going to cum, just like this.

“I’m a very generous lover though… If you beg with that pretty little mouth of yours, I’ll make you see stars.” His words dripped with arousal, and promise, his thumb ghosting over your clit in a tease.

“Oh fuck- Sir… Doctor… Please touch me…” You begged, your hips rocking up against his hand desperately.

“Naughty girl. You’ll take what I give you.” He taunted, pulling his finger out of you to give an opened hand slap at your aching wet pussy. “Now be a good girl for me and stay still. Greedy girls do not get rewarded. Will you be good for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Doctor, sorry, Sir. I’ll be good… Please touch me Dr. Creel.” You begged, not caring how desperate you sounded, you would do anything this man wanted, as long as he would just touch you.

“I knew you could be good for me… god, look at you, desperate for my touch. You dirty little thing. You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that? How could I resist you?” He hummed, ripping both of his gloves off before dragging his finger through your slick folds again, feeling your wetness for him with his bare fingers. This was already extremely unprofessional, why not go all in.

“You’re so wet, darling. I bet you taste heavenly.” He said, your slickness coating his fingers, and he gave you an absolutely filthy little smirk as he brought his finger that was soaked with your juices up to his lips, his eyes rolling back in his head as he sucked it into his mouth, lips closing around the digit, a dirty moan falling from his lips, and you whimpered at the sight, turned on beyond belief. “You taste absolutely delectable. I could easily get addicted to you.”

“Doctor… Please… ahhh, plea-“ Your words were cut off by his one hand covering your mouth again, the other one coming down to rub circles over your clit, causing you to absolutely lose it.

“I’m going to remove my hand, and if you feel like you need to scream, bite on your own hand, because I want to use both of my hands to completely ruin you.” He made sure to see you nod before he removed his hand. “Good girl.”

He knelt between your thighs, spreading your slick folds aparts as he leaned in and, holy fucking shit, ran the flat of his tongue over your opening, up to your clit, circling his tongue around it, lifting your thighs up over his shoulders as he tongued furiously at it, and you grit your teeth together to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

“Can I touch your hair, Doctor, please?” You whined, and he didn’t respond with words, but he did grab your hand with his and placed it on the top of his head. You moaned in appreciation, and tangled your fingers in that fluffy dirty blonde hair as he worked his tongue over you, keeping up at that for a bit before he pulled back, licking his lips as he gave you a dark look.

“God, you’re so hot. Laying there like a good girl, taking what I’m giving you. So wet, and desperate for me. I’m gonna make you cum so hard, sweet girl.” You gasped as he nipped harshly at your inner thigh before slapping your pussy again, hard, working your clit over with his finger, set out to really make you cum now, no more teasing. He pressed his middle finger inside of your cunt with no resistance, curling it upwards, finding that spot inside of you easily, attacking it viciously, not letting up one bit, you were so close, you could feel your muscles tightening up. You threw your hand over your mouth, biting down on it so harshly you were sure you would leave marks, cutting off the screams you would surely be letting out. You felt a pleasure so intense, so unrelenting.

“Perfect… you’re so perfect for me. Do my fingers feel good inside of you, baby? Are you gonna cum on your Doctor’s fingers like a desperate little slut. Fuck, you have no idea how hard I am for you. I’m gonna blow after I’m finished with you. I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face. Mmm, I bet you’d look so good covered in my cum. Can I?” He growled out, and fuck, you could see a wet spot that was formed on his white pants from pre-cum. You did that to him. You nodded your head furiously, you’d let him do anything he wanted. “I bet you wish it was my hard cock splitting that tight pussy open don’t you? I’d fill you up so good, sweetheart.. I just know you’d feel so good around me.”

That was it, you were done for. You bit down so hard on your hand, you could taste copper. Between his dirty words, and the unrelenting pace over your clit, and from his finger jabbing at your g-spot, you were in fact, seeing stars as you came over his fingers, the most intense, earth shattering orgasm washing over you as you squirted slick all over his hand, a lot of it drenching the sleeve of his white dress shirt.

“Fuck… that was so hot. I’m gonna cum. Ohhh shit…” He snarled as he shakily undid his belt, pulling his cock out through his zipper before getting up on the exam table and straddling your face. He only had to stroke himself once before hot ropes of cum shot out all over your face, and he stroked himself through it, rubbing the head of his cock over your lips, and you opened your mouth eagerly as he slapped his dick against your tongue, another load of semen landing directly on it.

“Swallow the Doctor’s medicine, baby.” He looked at you with lust filled eyes, and you moaned, swallowing his cum. “Mmm, dirty, dirty girl. You look so good covered in my cum. You’re the Doctors perfect patient.” He slid his thumb through a glob of his semen that landed on your cheek, bringing it to your lips as he fed you his cum. “There you go, baby. Take all of it.” You hummed, sucking around the digit in your mouth as he looked at you in awe.

“I’m… I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to drive right away.” You breathed heavily as he got off of you, and he chuckled as he wiped the remaining semen off of your face with a paper towel, throwing it in the trash.

“I do have another patient to get to, but you can stay in here until you’re ready to drive.” He gave your arm a squeeze as he stuffed his now soft cock back into his pants.

“Do you do this with your other patients?” You suddenly felt a surge of jealousy, your stomach tied up in knots. It’s not like it mattered… He had a right to do whatever he wanted.

“No, I do not. I’m always strictly professional with my patients. You’re the first person I’ve done this with, and I could very well get fired for it if you decided to let the workplace know what we’ve done here, so…” He shrugged, adjusting himself as you got dressed as well, feeling much better now that he told you that.

“I would never do that, Henry.” You smiled softly, putting your shoes on, and tossing the gown in the trash. “Is it okay if… Can you kiss me?” You asked, and god, you felt pathetic. It’s not like you were dating. He didn’t seem to mind though, he just smiled as he obliged, pressing his lips to yours, and compared to the activity you just engaged in, the kiss was soft, gentle, like you were something precious to be taken care of. His thumb rubbed your cheek, kissing you for a moment longer before pulling away.

“You might need another check up in a few months…Or you know, if you’re ever not feeling well. I hope to see you back here again, darling.” He gave you one more sweet smile, which you returned, nodding your head, and with that he winked at you, and left the room.

Oh you would definitely be back here for another check up with this gorgeous Doctor.

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Today had been an extremely tough day at work, and you needed an escape, stat. You dialed the number to your doctors office, waiting on the line when they told you to hold.

“Alright, what can we help you with today?” The receptionist over the line asked.

“I’m feeling sick. I was wondering if I could see the Doctor, but I’d like to see Dr. Creel. He’s very… kind… with his patients.” You coughed over the line, feigning a sick voice.

“Oh, well let me see if he’d be able to squeeze you in for today. I’ll have you hold on for one moment.” You waited on the line, hoping that he’d be free to squeeze you in. You were desperate for that mans touch again. He was capable of giving you the most earth shattering orgasms, and your mouth watered at even the thought of him, and that angelic looking face of his. “Alright I just talked with Dr. Creel. He said he’d be able to squeeze you in for today. Does 2 pm sound okay?”

“Yes, yeah that sounds perfect… perfect to get it over with. Thank you.” You said sickly before hanging up. It was a couple hours still until your appointment, and an idea popped in your head, causing a smirk to form on your face. You headed to your bedroom, picking out some sexy lingerie that you thought the Doctor might appreciate. It was a black lacy pair of panties, and a black lacy push up bra to match. You’d have to wear something not so sexy over it, because after all, you were ‘sick’, and going to the Doctors office. They would look at you weird if you walked in wearing a nice dress. You stuck with a plain t-shirt and a pair of sweats.

Later on that day you were alone to yourself in the doctors office waiting for Dr. Creel to come in, all kinds of thoughts running through your mind, wondering what he would do to you, and you were extremely horny. You couldn’t concentrate on anything else, your panties already getting wet.

He walked through the door moments later, and your thighs clenched together in anticipation. He had a dark look on his face upon seeing you, and it made you want to drop down on your knees then and there.

“Hello, Doctor.” You said seductively, tone of your voice dripping with arousal, and you took satisfaction in the fact that his pupils dilated quickly.

“I heard you were… sick? What seems to be wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice a low growl as he took a step toward you.

“Yes, I’m very sick. I need some of the Doctors medicine to help me feel better.” You closed the remaining gap between him and you, running a hand down his clothed chest until you were palming his crotch, finding that he was already hard for you.

“Oh… Well. I can’t leave a poor girl feeling sick now, could I?” He grunted as you palmed at his confined cock, hips making little rocking motions.

“No, and I believe that you’re the only one who can help me.” You leaned forward until your lips were at his ear, and you felt him shudder against you. “I have a surprise for you, Doctor. Close your eyes.” You whispered, licking the shell of his ear.

“A surprise, huh? What did my favorite patient get me?” He asked, his voice getting darker, his eyes falling shut like you asked.

You quietly undressed yourself, not wanting him to hear, putting your clothes on the chair until you were standing there in your lingerie, your hands shaking a little nervously. “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

His blue eyes opened slowly, thick lashes fluttering as his gaze fell on you immediately. His eyes raked up and down your body from head to toe, and he looked as if he was trying so hard to contain the beast inside of him, but failing miserably. He was on you in an instant, gripping your hips so roughly you were sure there would be bruises, and he walked you backwards until your back hit the counter.

“You look so fucking hot. You dirty little thing, are you trying to kill me, hm?” He asked, his hand coming down to rub you over your panties, fingers working slow circles over your clit. “God, you’re wet already. Is this all for me? You want me this badly?”

“Yes, Doctor… I’ve been thinking about you. I touch myself every day wishing it was you touching me like this.” You whined, your throbbing pussy clenching around nothing, needing his cock to fill you up. “Please, fuck me, Sir.”

“Look at you, begging me for it already like a good little slut. God, you’re perfect.” He smacked your ass, hard, surely leaving a red handprint. “Bend over, and spread yourself open for me. Now.”

You immediately did as he said, walking over to the sanitary bed, placing your hands on it as you bent over, spreading yourself open, and you let out a whimper as you heard him growl lowly at the sight. “You want the doctor to eat that sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please, Doctor. Want your mouth on me.” You begged sweetly, which seemed to satisfy him, and he lowered himself to his knees, replacing your hands with his own as he held you open, licking a long stripe up from your ass to your center, his finger toying with your clit, teasing you. “Can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me, baby? You don’t want the Doctor getting in trouble do you?”

“Ahh… Yes, Doctor. I can be quiet. Please…” You rocked back against him, relishing in the growling noises he was making.

“Desperate, aren’t we?” He murmured against the sensitive skin of your wet pussy before he pierced his tongue inside you, letting out a moan as he ate you out, rubbing your clit in earnest now.

“Ohhh fuck… that feels so good, Doctor. You eat me out so-oooh, so good.” You shoved your arm in your mouth to cut off your moans, pushing your ass back against him roughly. He ate you out like that for a while, spit coating his chin as he made low humming noises that were driving you insane.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, my dirty girl. I want to be rough with you.” He stood up on shaky legs, gripping your hair and yanking it back roughly, the sounds of a buckle being undone loud in the small room, and soon a cock was sliding between your thighs… bare. “I don’t have any condoms either, so I’m taking you just like this. Is that okay with you? I need an answer.”

“Fuck… yes. Just, fuck me, Please, Doctor… Need you inside of me.” You didn’t even care how desperate you sounded, you needed to fuck this man since yesterday.

“Good girl.” He lined his cock up with your aching cunt, slapping it against the wet mess before slowly pressing inside of you, groaning as tight wet heat enveloped him. “Fuck, sweetheart… You feel so good. You’re taking me so well. It’s like you were made for me, made to take my cock.” He grunted out, his hips pressing flush against yours, resting his forehead against your hair.

“Fuck… Henry… Doctor, sorry. You fill me up so good… You gonna fill me up with that medicine, Doctor?” You maoned out softly as his cock split you open, and he snarled as his pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside of you roughly, pulling your ass back against him, his fist forcing his way into your mouth to cut off your sounds.

“Fuck… Is that what you want? You want me to cum inside of you, baby? Mark you with my seed? Fill you up until it leaks out that slutty little pussy of yours?” He gripped your hair in a tight fist as he yanked you back roughly on his shoulder, his other big hand coming to wrap around your throat, and it completely covered you, pressing down until it cut off your air supply. “I’ll do it… fuck. You feel incredible. Are you my little slut?”

You tried to answer, but it came out garbled because of the hand on your throat, his hips smacking against your ass roughly as his cock pounded into you ruthlessly. He removed his hand a moment later, moving it down to your clit instead, rubbing you harshly, his other hand still yanking your hair roughly. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch that. Are. You. My. Little. Slut?” He punctuated his words with hard little jabs that had you gasping, his cock hitting you so deeply.

“Yes… ohhh, god… I’m- fuck, your little slut, Doctor.” You moaned around his big hand that was stuffed in your mouth as you clenched tightly around him, causing him to hiss.

“Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum. Need you to cum for me, sweetheart. Who do you belong to?” His thrusts started turning erratic, biting your neck harshly to stop himself from making any noise, and you lost it, mixed with the pleasure- pain, closing your eyes as your orgasm washed over you, head thrown back on his shoulder. “I said, who do you belong to?” He demanded once again, his hand leaving your mouth.

“You, Sir… I belong to you.” You whispered, and with those words he groaned against your neck as he filled you up with his cum, burying himself deep inside of you as his arms wrapped around you tightly, pressing bruising kisses on your neck.

After a few moments passed by, his cock softened and slipped out of you, and he let out a deep chuckle as he grabbed a paper towel to clean you up. “Are you ever going to get tired of your Doctor kink, love?” He asked as he tenderly cared to you. “Am I being used?”

“Never, you know I love you.” You laughed as you stood up on shaky legs, pulling him in for a kiss. “And to answer your first question. The answer is no. It’s your fault, Mister. Being the hot, sexy Doctor that you are. You gave me this kink, you know?”

“How could I ever forget?” He gave you an eye blinding smile, his blue eyes shining.

Your thoughts drifted off to that very day that you first got together. It was simultaneously a very good, but also very bad day for you…

It was one month ago exactly, and you had just got through with having actual sex for the third time with Henry, but instead of feeling satisfied, you felt like absolute crap. You had been at this for four months now, this appointment being your fifth one, and all you ever did was fuck at the doctors office. He was obviously only interested in you for sex, nothing more, and at first you were okay with it. Now, you had developed feelings, and each time you left, you felt more and more unhappy. You were done.

“I can’t wait to see to see what you come up with for your next appointment.” Henry smirked at you as you both got dressed, but you didn’t return his gesture, you just kept quiet until you were fully clothed again, getting ready to leave.

“There won’t be a next appointment, Doctor. I’m not doing this anymore.” You said, not able to stop your voice from coming out bitter, and hateful, your arms crossing over you chest.

“Oh… May I ask why? I thought we were having a good time?” He asked, and he had the audacity to look hurt.

“Yes… A good time. Is that all it’s been for you? A good time?” You finger qouted, feeling like you wanted to cry. You couldn’t do that, not here. Why did you let your feelings get this far? You were stupid.

“Well… I… I’m not sure I understand. Of course I’ve had a good time with you. I always enjoy our time together. Am I missing something?” He looked genuinely confused, and you took a step back as he took a step toward you.

“No, Henry, I guess you’re not. I’m not having a good time anymore though. So, like I said, I’m not doing this anymore.” You pushed past him to get to the door, but before you could open it, a gentle hand was at your arm.

“Wait. You weren’t having a good time, then why did you act like you were just a few minutes ago?” He asked, running his hand through his hair, looking flustered. “You made the appointment. I thought you wanted to see me, and now, you don’t? Did I do something wrong during the sex? I’m not understanding… I want to understand.”

“No. The sex was great, like always. That’s not the problem. The problem is, that is all it is, sex. I can’t do it anymore. I thought I could, but I can’t. Every time I leave here feeling like shit. It’s my fault. I’m the one who let myself develop feelings when I knew exactly what this was.” You sighed, your chest constricting painfully. You just wanted to go home. “Goodbye, Henry. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.” You walked out of the room, leaving Henry standing there in shock. Apparently he didn’t know what to say. You’ve probably upset him with your feelings when all he wanted was to have some casual sex. The tears started falling as you made it outside, heading to your car. You felt pathetic, crying over someone you weren’t even in a relationship with.

You had almost made it to your vehicle when you heard someone calling out your name. It was Henry, of course. Couldn’t he just let you go home? You turned around to face him, wiping the tears away.

“You’re crying.” He stated the obvious, walking up to you, but stopping at a respectful distance. He looked as if he wanted to reach out to you, but he didn’t.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll be fine. Why did you follow me out here? I already told you I wouldn’t say anything about our activities.” You continued to walk to your car, and he followed you.

“No. That’s not why I…” He stood by your door, trying to get you to look at him. “I can’t do anything, right here… If anyone sees, you know what will happen. I came out here to ask if you wanted to go on, a date, with me?”

“I don’t need you to take me on a pity date, Henry.” You shook your head, and he looked absolutely baffled by that response, his brows furrowed together.

“It’s not a pity date. I didn’t know… I had no idea you were interested in me. I thought that it was just a… I thought it was casual for you. I didn’t know that you wanted more. You were always attracted to me as your Doctor… I thought that’s all it was for you.” He explained, hoping that you would understand. “I want to go on a date with you. I am interested in so much more than just having sex with you.”

“You are?” You asked, the tightness in your chest starting to go away. It seemed like it was all a big misunderstanding on both of your parts.

“I am. So will you go on a date with me?” He asked, a soft smile gracing his features.

“I’d like that.” You nodded, returning his smile with one of your own. Later on that night during your date, he had asked you if you would stop coming to the doctors office now, and you had told him you still had a Doctor kink, and you would definitely like to keep doing that.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a hand cupping your cheek, and Henry’s voice. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about the night we made things official.” You said, leaning in to kiss him.

“Mm, yes. I’m so glad you said something that day. I was clueless.” He murmured against your lips, kissing you one more time before letting you go. “I’ll see you at home?”

“Yes, you will, Doctor.” You grinned, heading to the door. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, darling.” He responded before you left, and you’d never tire of hearing those words from him. You had a Doctor kink, yes, but only for him.

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Peter had a problem… That problem being the beautiful nurse who started working at the lab.
He was very confused because he’s never once experienced feelings for someone, not even attraction, which is what it started out as.
Each day that passed, he’s found the need to talk to her more and more, but he didn’t know how.
He didn’t do emotions, or atleast, he never used to.

He would have to come up with something… So he started observing her, finding out what she liked, what made her smile, things she cared about.
The more he learned about her, the more his feelings for her grew. She was unlike anyone who worked at the lab. She was good, pure. She deserved better than this place. He wanted her… needed to be with her.

He started helping her out with the little things when he knew she was having a busy day, hoping that maybe one of these times she would notice him. He wrote her notes about all the little things he liked about her and all of the little things she did, sticking them underneath her office door.

Weeks had went by and the only thing that made him realize that she noticed him was when they would lock eyes sometimes, and she would give him a smile that made his insides clench tightly, but other than that… nothing, until one day.

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It was a busy day at the lab and you were swamped with work, not sure how you were going to get everything done, but you would push through like you always did.
“Hey Ten, I’m sorry it took me a minute to get to you. Eleven had a concussion I had to take care of. Let’s head to the infirmary and we’ll get that knee bandaged up for you, sound good?” You smiled softly at the little boy.

“Oh that’s okay. Peter took care of it for me already.” Ten grinned, lifting up his pant leg to show that his knee was indeed already bandaged up. Huh…

“Oh, he did, did he? I see that.” You smiled, high fiving the boy. You were grateful to Peter for doing that. It helped you out a whole lot, and you were glad Ten didn’t have to wait for you.

When you headed to your office to catch up on some paper work, you thought about the blonde haired orderly.
This wasn’t the first time he has helped you out, and at first you thought it was a coincidence, but it happened frequently these days so you knew that it wasn’t.
You weren’t sure why… Peter had never spoken to you before, nothing outside of work conversations anyway, but he was always there to make your job easier, and you would catch him looking at you from time to time.
You also had a feeling that the little notes that were left underneath your door, the ones full of encouragement and kind words, and also things about you that the person liked… You thought that, maybe, they could be from him.

You were always scared to ask him about it though, because what if they weren’t?
You would be extremely embarrassed… And there was also the fact that relationship’s couldn’t happen in this lab, unless of course it was kept hidden.
It was no secret that Peter Ballard was attractive. His deep blue eyes and sharp cheek bones were to die for. Those golden blonde locks of his looked so damn soft and fluffy, begging for someone to run their fingers through them.
You came to the decision that today was going to be the day that you would finally ask him about it, because even if it wasn’t him who left the notes, it was definitely him who was helping you out with your duties.
For now, you got back to work and stopped your daydreaming about him.

It was later on during the day on your lunch break when you finally found Peter in the rainbow room with the kids, and thankfully there was another orderly in the room with him. It would give him an excuse to leave, if only for a few minutes.

“Hey, Eleven. Having fun with the game?” You asked her, a smile on your face when she responded by saying yes and giving you a hug, and you noticed Peter startle at seeing you here as well. “Hi, Peter.” You added, turning your smile on him.

“Hi.” He responded softly, looking confused, but happy to see you at the same time.

“I heard you had a headache, come with me. I have some ibuprofen in my office. You shouldn’t have to suffer for the rest of the day.” You made up, hoping he caught the subtle look on your face and went along with it.

“Oh… Yes. I would appreciate that.” He got up off the chair and you both said a quick goodbye to Eleven, Peter also letting the other orderly know he was going to get some medicine for his headache.
You walked together in comfortable silence, what you had say would have to wait until you made it to your office, where there were thankfully no cameras.
You shut the door once you both made it in, turning to look at him.

“I just…” You started, and come on, just come right out and say it, you told yourself. “Well first, I wanted to thank you. You really helped me out today with Ten. And I just, I have to ask. Is it you who has been leaving those nice notes for me? If it’s not just forget I said anything… As a matter of fact I’m probably reading into it. It probably wasn’t you… I mean why would you… yeah that’s silly of me. Forget I said-“ You were interrupted from your rambling by a pair of soft lips pressing against yours, and you gasped against Peter’s mouth in surprise. You must have been standing there in shock too long because you felt him start to pull away, and that made you get with the program.

You reached a hand into his hair, running your fingers through the golden strands as you pulled him back into you, returning the kiss, sighing into it, his arms coming to wrap around your waist.
It was absolutely perfect, and you felt as if you could kiss him forever. It lasted for a few minutes before he pulled back.

“You were rambling.” He caressed your cheek, and rested his forehead against yours.

“Oh, is that why you kissed me?” You asked, a nervous chuckle coming out of your mouth.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the very first moment I saw you… It was me who left you those notes. I’m not very… good at this. I don’t know how to show emotions. You’re the first person I’ve ever cared about. You’re different from everyone else.” He admitted and you smiled softly at his words.

“Well I think you’re doing just fine. I really liked all of the notes. The way you wrote those words about me…. I’ve never had someone pay that much attention to me.” It was true, you hadn’t. Peter had observed you well.

“Whenever I leave this place, would you be with me, outside of here?” He asked, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, not able to resist kissing him again, humming against his lips. For someone who wasn’t good at this, he sure was a good kisser.

“I would love to be with you, Peter.” You murmured against his lips, enjoying this moment. It was just you and him and everything else was just a blur.
You were so glad you made the choice to ask him about those notes.