The knock upon her door roused her and she lifted her head from the awkward angle it had fallen when she'd passed out in her desk chair. The undoubtedly goodlooking and dapper presence of Dr. Shilo drew a dimpled smile as she sleepily rubbed her eyes, "Hey ye."
"Can I come in?" His voice was always well modulated and caressed her awakening senses. She giggled despite herself, "Like ye have to ask."
"That looks amazingly uncomfortable." He interjected as he moved toward her, the clean lines of his crisp business suit accentuating a very male, very well-kept body.
"Eh, I'm good." She rolled her shoulder to relieve the tension and winced at the pull of the wound that was quite nearly healed.
"Did you take your medication?"
"Of course ...I..."
"Where is it Fiora?" She watched as his gaze descended to her desk top and searched amongst the stacks of papers for the pill bottles he prescribed.
"At home." She answered brightly as if this made perfect sense.
"That makes it difficult for you to take your mid-day dose, doesn't it?"
She grinned, all impish dimples as she sought a distraction.
He sighed. It was a sound she was growing quite accustomed to from him. A response she engendered without much effort. He seemed to recognize when it was easier to admit defeat and switched tactics, "Can I talk to you about something?"
"Of course!" Thrilled to have the subject changed she bounced up out of her seat to follow him to the soft leather couch that had recently held the small party in her office.
She watched as he centered himself. Minute adjustments to his person, the tap of a finger on his glasses, the double check of his collar, the situating of his legs. He certainly was a delight to look at.
"I wanted to discuss... Us."
"Us?" She beamed, "What a great topic!"
"Can I come in?" His voice was always well modulated and caressed her awakening senses. She giggled despite herself, "Like ye have to ask."
"That looks amazingly uncomfortable." He interjected as he moved toward her, the clean lines of his crisp business suit accentuating a very male, very well-kept body.
"Eh, I'm good." She rolled her shoulder to relieve the tension and winced at the pull of the wound that was quite nearly healed.
"Did you take your medication?"
"Of course ...I..."
"Where is it Fiora?" She watched as his gaze descended to her desk top and searched amongst the stacks of papers for the pill bottles he prescribed.
"At home." She answered brightly as if this made perfect sense.
"That makes it difficult for you to take your mid-day dose, doesn't it?"
She grinned, all impish dimples as she sought a distraction.
He sighed. It was a sound she was growing quite accustomed to from him. A response she engendered without much effort. He seemed to recognize when it was easier to admit defeat and switched tactics, "Can I talk to you about something?"
"Of course!" Thrilled to have the subject changed she bounced up out of her seat to follow him to the soft leather couch that had recently held the small party in her office.
She watched as he centered himself. Minute adjustments to his person, the tap of a finger on his glasses, the double check of his collar, the situating of his legs. He certainly was a delight to look at.
"I wanted to discuss... Us."
"Us?" She beamed, "What a great topic!"