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[Ivy O'Shea]

Ivy's body was practically purring under the Doctor's skilled touch. It took almost all of her willpower to now squirm for more, but she somehow managed. His cool breath fanned across her warm pulse and it sent chills down her spine and melted her even farther.

"What pleases me?" She murmured, "With you doing such things to me, Andrew, I cannot think of a single thing in the universe that does not please me." Her hand reached out and she let her nails graze lightly down the side of his neck and over his collarbone to the collar of his scrubs.

She hooked her finger there and pulled slightly, throwing a very subtle hint his way. "Why don't you... surprise me?" Her lips tilted up in another smile and she lifted her eyes to his so he could see the fire that burned in them.

[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew watched as she melted like butter. He grinned, a storm brewing behind his eyes. For once, this woman wanted him. It was so much better than watching the female patients squirm and detest the idea of him. Instead, Ivy practically pleaded for more. her whole body responded, and he loved it.

Andrew's heart was beating like a drum as he mumbled a short laugh, in response to her tempting words. He finally leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. He closed his eyes, goosebumps erupting over his skin. The hand on her thigh moved, and he placed it on her lower back. He pulled her closer to him, her skirting hiking up even farther.

He pulled away, his eyes locking on hers to judge the appeal. "I assure you, that's not all I've got..." Andrew trailed off, running his tongue along his bottom lip. His other hand reached up to rest at the base of her neck, his thumb stroking her soft skin. He wanted to know she was enjoying it, to hear her beg for more. It only turned him on more. His whole body was responding to her, with goosebumps and shivers. She was like static electricity.

[Ivy O'Shea]

The heat of his lips against hers was amazing. Ivy wasn't the type of person who cared much for men to get so near to her. Which was probably why she wore so much lipstick. Men were less likely to kiss a woman with bright red lipstick on for fear of it transferring onto them. Though a smart woman knew how to seal her colors so they didn't do such of thing.

So when he pulled away, not a trace of red was on his lips.

She purred, "You really do know how to tease a girl, don't you?" Chills were clamoring down her spine, the feeling doubling in magnitude when he placed his hand near her neck.

With that simple gesture, she felt out of control. She would bend to his every whim, do anything he wished so long as he kept doing this. All troubles and aches were gone under a tidal wave of endorphins and there was a buzzing in her ears to the point she could hardly hear. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she was pulled under.

She needed this. And now.

[Andrew James Ferris]

His eyes lit up, grinning smugly. Andrew leaned down, placing a few small kisses on her collar bone. He watched as she practically gave into him. The hand on her shoulder moved to the back of her neck, slowly steadying her as he kissed her lips again. The kiss was heated and fierce, his whole body moving into it. He slowly slid his tongue along her bottom lip.

With that, Andrew pulled away, again gauging her reaction. "I'm a tease, huh?" He murmured, his face still as close as it was before. "Don't you like it, Ivy?" His voice was rough, his eyes burning with anticipation. Oh, how he loved to be in control.

Andrew began kissing along her neck, waiting for a response. They were slow, lingering kisses. He made a line from the hollow behind her ear down to her collar bone, then back up. Meanwhile, his hands moved to slide up and down her back slowly, each time pulling her in more.

[Ivy O'Shea]

Her eyelids drooped and a strangled sound of pure ecstacy escaped her throat. "Did I ever lead on to say that I did not enjoy it?" She purred in his voice, her voice pure seduction. Her butt sat on the edge of the counter, nearly falling off. Any wrong move and she would.

So in response, she wrapped her long legs loosely around his hips, trusting him enough to support her if she did.

She hiked up her skirt even farther, nearly exposing her panties to him, but not quite. She leaned into his kisses, her whole body vibrating beneath him.

Please. She thought. Please.

She didn't beg, but this man was making her want to start. He had he writing like a teenager on E, wanting more and more.

And she loved it.

[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew shivered at her strangled moan, goosebumps erupting over his pale skin. It wasn't often that he was in control like that. Usually he had to be rough and violent, not being able to savor both his pleasure and theirs. Now, he could enjoy it all. He wanted her, but more importantly, she wanted him.

"Oh, you like it..." Andrew kissed down her neck, all the way to the neckline of her top. He took his time, slowly making his way back up to her lips to plant another fierce kiss. He pulled away, his hungering brown eyes staring into hers. "Ivy... If you like it..."

Andrew paused, his lips moving to her ear. His words came out a low and whispery growl. "Beg for it." He nibbled on her ear. With that, Andrew picked Ivy up, carrying her to one of the empty tables. He laid her down, waiting for those words. Waiting for her to plead for him. Then it would be all over. He would tear her to pieces, in the greatest of ways.

[Ivy O'Shea]

Ivy growled, a deep sensual rumble in her chest, her hands clenching on the edge of the counter for a moment before he suddenly lifted her and laid her down on a table.

She propped herself up on her elbows, staring him in the eyes.

He wanted her to beg.

It was a strange concept to her and a part of her screamed at her not to let him have that kind of power over her, but she really, really didn't care at this point.

She wanted this and she wanted it now

Ivy licked her lips, her teal eyes trained on his as she lifted her knee, sliding it up his side as if preparing herself. She paused a moment before her red lips formed one word.

"Please"

She put all the sexual frustration into it, begging as though her very life depended on it.

"Please, Andrew."

[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew smiled a wicked smile, pleased. His skin crawled with anticipation, and his gut ached with desire. Without a word, he leaned over her, kissing her with angry passion. His arms wrapped around her, and he began to grind his hips into hers.

Andrew was hard as a rock, the want in his body making everything ache. He groaned a little into the kiss, his hands beginning to sneak under the sides of her top. He continued to grind into her, barely pausing between kisses to breathe.

His hands stopped under her shirt on her bare waist, pushing her body closer to his, letting her feel the full extent of his desire. Andrew then continued to work her shirt off her body. His lips moved from hers to her stomach, letting her take it off the rest of the way. He kissed from the line of her skirt, to her navel, to her bra. He nibbled in a few places, being gentle on her soft skin.

[Ivy O'Shea]

She was melted, gone. Her breathing was ragged, hitched. Her hands shook so hard her nails were clattering together. She was flushed, color brought to her pale irish-cream skin, only becoming worse when his mouth mashed against hers as though he was starving.

The doctor pushed his hands under her blouse to rest on her waist, far from where she wanted those skilled hands to be. But she was brought even closer to his warm body and she groaned in pure delight.

Once his lips left hers, she felt almost bereft, but she quickly pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it onto one of the chairs, uncaring. He was teasing her, kissing and biting with such gentle passion.

It made her dizzy.

She lay her head back and closed her eyes, taking in all the sensations and slowing her heart rate so she could think at least marginally. It was a struggle and she eventually gave in, her back arching into his touch.

At least until a sound at the door caused her to jerk up at stare, heart pounding at the thought of being caught.

"What was that?" She murmured to him, breathlessly.

[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew fought everything inside him to not tear her apart, like he would have to with his patients. He was so used to being violent and overpowering. Now, he could breathe. He fought the urge to completely dominate, and took his time. He kissed all over, his hands exploring her like a child with a brand new toy.

However, his past of being quick and careful gave him a keen sense of hearing. Andrew knew he'd heard something. He wasn't exactly sure of what it was, possibly someone approaching, although no one should be on that floor. Instead of pausing, he continued with her, still exploring her with passion and fury.

It wasn't until there was a noise right outside the door that they stopped. "I have no idea... shit." Andrew said, pulling away. He didn't want to stop now, with him being so close to her, and everything working wonderfully. "I'll go check." He sighed, leaning off the table and sneaking to the door. He slowly leaned around the corner, making sure his very happy bottom half didn't poke around with him. He observed, seeing only a nurse, sneaking into the library. He dashed back to Ivy, making no noise. "It's just a nurse, headed to the library. Probably sneaking out for a break." He sighed, leaning back into her with a grin, praying it hadn't ruined the mood.

[Ivy O'Shea]

She watched him silently as he checked the hall and came back. He leaned into her, and she certainly wanted to keep going, but she was so cautious.

After all, she couldn't lose this job. It was her last resort.

And she had a child to raise.

She frowned, mentally shaking the rest of the fog from her head. What in the world had she been thinking? They could so easily be caught here. With a sigh, she looked up at him. "Doctor Ferris," She used his formal name to attempt a rift. "This is crazy. We should not be doing this here. We could both lose our jobs."

Ivy slid off the table and adjusted her skirt before grabbing her shirt and slipping it on. She probably looked like a hot mess, but there wasn't much she could do about it at the moment.

"We should take this somewhere else. Maybe your place or mine?"

[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew's face fell as she got up. With a sigh, he nodded. Inside, he was pissed, but if he held any chance to be with Ivy, he would have to be polite. And he would be with her. He was so close already, and he wasn't going to ruin that for himself.

He though about her question. Andrew definitely needed the home advantage, in case anything were to happen. His small apartment was nearly empty anyway, holding little furniture, a large television, a small bar in the corner, and a surprisingly lavish master bedroom. If he brought her there, she'd be an easy win. Not to mention, it may help him sleep. No matter how cruel a man he was, he still slept better when he wasn't alone in his own bed.

Andrew walked to her with a grin on his face. "Well then, Ms. O'Shea, how about mine? Tonight?" He wrapped his arms around her, planting one last hungering kiss on her lips. It would hopefully satisfy him until later. Hopefully.

[Ivy O'Shea]

Ivy knew he would be disappointed, but the look on his face as she moved away made her want to say fuck it and break all the rules in the book. That in its self was an odd prospect for her. She was nothing if not cautious after all. She never got caught at anything.

But he seemed to shake that off and think for a moment before pulling her into his arms, causing her to brace her hands against his chest as he kissed her one last time. She didn't know what it was about the man that made her turn to jelly in his hands, but she couldn't quite decide if it was a bad thing or not.

As for right now, though, she would simply ride that wave and see where it takes her.

"What time, doctor?" She said slyly, smiling up at him. "I'm free all night."

[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew grinned at her, still disappointed at having to wait any longer to tear her apart. He looked at his watch, thinking. "How about 8? You can find my address in the staff files." He winked, walking to the counter where his coffee sat, still warm.

He awkwardly moved, realizing he'd have to 'take care of himself' as soon as he could. Andrew took a long drink of the coffee, hoping it may jolt his mind. He didn't want to think about how close he'd been. It would only piss him off.

[Ivy O'Shea]

"Eight sounds perfect. I'll be there" She grinned at him and walked over to where her purse sat abandoned. She grabbed the mirror and her lipstick and did a quick touch up before replacing them and joining him at the counter.

"Best be ready for it, Doc." Ivy glanced over at him as she grabbed a disposable coffee cup and poured her tea into it and setting the lid in place.

"See you then."

With that, she strode to the door, pausing at the frame to turn and give him one last sly smile before walking away.