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Dr. Hot Buns, M.D. - Chapter 2
It's up! It’s finally up! I made you wait for two years, I’m so sorry. I hope this won’t disappoint you.
I need to thank the lovely @spcecadet for helping me big time. You volunteered to pre-read this mess and ended up betaing the hell out of it. Thank you for bringing my comma-spree down. But mostly, thank you for telling me that the story was actually good. After more than a year without putting a word on paper I was doubting myself and my writing. I really needed to hear that I haven’t lost the touch, no matter how rusty I still am.
Well, enough ass-kissing. You can read the chapter on FF.net or on AO3.
Enjoy it :)
Dr. Hot Buns 2 sneak peek
Sorry for the delay. Word of advice: there’s some mention of naughty stuff. Hope you like it!
I find Mellark in a little girl's room, writing something down on his tablet. I don't know what they're talking about, but he and the girl's parents are laughing while the girl looks a bit annoyed. I stay out of the room, watching him interact with his patient.
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I'm – very unprofessionally, I have to admit it – thinking about a particular session at his place when he wanted to mix sex and food and I had a chance to bite one of his firm buns. That's why I jump when he turns around and catches me ogling him. He doesn't complain, though. “Dr. Everdeen. What can I do for you?” I don't miss the slightly suggesting tone.
I clear my throat. “Dr. Mellark, do you have time for a consult?”
“Of course” he smiles. He says goodbye to the family and follows me in the aisle.
The moment he sees an on-call room, Mellark puts a hand on the small of my back and slightly pushes me towards it, careful not to be seen.
I freeze in the middle of the hallway. "What are you doing?" I ask him, my brow furrowing in confusion.
"You wanted a consult..." he lifts his eyebrows expectantly, as if my request had a second meaning I didn't understand.
"Yes, about a girl with mitral stenosis. Dr. Cresta told me to ask you."
Mellark looks at me in confusion. When he realizes I'm serious, his eyes get comically wide and he blushes slightly. "Oh! You wanted a consult!"
"That's what I've been saying."
I have to admit it, flustered Peeta is a show I'd pay to see. It's a very rare sight. I have to enjoy it as long as it lasts. "What were you thinking?" I ask him trying to hide a teasing smile, perfectly aware of what he thought this was.
"Nothing! I mean- You know..." he jerks his head twice towards the on-call room's door. At my unimpressed look, he hurries to explain. "It's not that I was expecting you to... you know... It's just... It's been a couple of days since the last time." He looks around to make sure we are not getting someone's attention. He then leans towards me and whispers in my ear, "And I miss your pretty pussy."
A twinge of unexpected pleasure darts to my hither regions, and I have to bite my bottom lip to avoid the moan elicited by his dirty mouth. He is right. It's been almost a week since the last time we fucked. And he had fucked me so thoroughly that I walked funny all day after. I don't know how I managed not to jump him every time I saw him these past days. Probably it's the fact that we were both pretty busy lately, between OR and pre and post op. Plus, I don't want to have sex at the hospital again. You never know who could walk in on you, or see you sneak out of the room. That doesn't mean the situation doesn't need to change.
"No sex here, Mellark." I whisper back and he pouts adorably. Could he look more like a puppy lab?
"Okay..." he says in a tone so much like that of his little patients.
I smile a little. "When does your shift end?" I ask him.
He check his watch. "Just in time for me to finish my rounds."
Good. I have the evening free, too. The first one this week. And after the consult, I'm positive that I'll have a clear plan of action for my patient. It needs celebration. "Okay. You go home, prepare something to eat, and then take it to my place. If you are lucky, you'll find me naked."
His perfectly crooked smile lights up his face. "Seems a fair deal."
I nod. "Now, about that consult."