E N R I Q U E    R O M A N O

I lick the tip of my finger shortly before turning the page of the book, pushing the glasses up on the bridge of my nose before slouching forward more comfortably in the seat.

This brain tumor case has really been weighing on my head every since Roy brought it up. His input on whether we should go through with the surgery is very important, but ultimately the final decision was going to be mine.

The feeling of soft fingers easing down my chest makes me turn my attention away from the book and the papers scattered on the table in front of me, my eyes instead focusing on the dark red acrylic nails that roam down my bare chest from the unbuttoned shirt that I wore, hands pushing open the fabric more.

The face of those perfect hands come from behind me to place soft, delicate kisses on my neck as her fingers dance across my naked chest, "Good morning," She murmurs.

I smile, pulling the glasses from my face to rest on the table before rubbing her hands and turning my face to the side to gaze at her beauty, "Someone's happy," I tease as I feel her playing with the pendant of the chain around my neck.

Her laugh comes in the form of soft hums, "I thought you'd be gone already," She admits.

My eyebrows pinch together, my arms moving on their own accord to rope Demiah around from her position behind the chair to have her stand in front of me. 

My eyes take in her disheveled hair and attire. It was clear that the first thing she did when she woke up was brush her teeth, due to the minty smell that I caught when she leaned next to me just a moment before, before padding done the stairs with her bare feet.

I pulled her to sit on my lap, hand tucking the wavy strands of hair from her face to behind her ear. It was a mess from my constant pulling and tugging last night, and I was oddly glad that she hadn't bothered fixing it. I liked seeing her look so disorganized since I only ever really saw her in her best clothes.

"Without telling you? What'd make you think that?" I frown. I proceed to bring her chin between my index and thumb, tilting her head down to look at me.

She continues to run her hand over my chest, "Oh, nothing. It was just that I thought since you got off early yesterday so we could have dinner, you'd have to leave early today," She explains as she makes herself more comfortable on my lap, tucking her legs up so that all of her rested on me.

I look at the smooth skin of her legs, raking my hands softly up and down the flesh as my eyes concentrate on the action. Since she practically came over here half naked, there wasn't much choice on her wearing a shirt of mine. I had set out a long T-shirt for her but she seemed to have a mind of her own since she was currently wearing one of my black dress shirts.

I settle on hooking one of my hands under her thighs to draw her closer, "Well, I don't, I only had one surgery today and I transferred it to one of my other general surgeons, McGee."

She nods her head understandably, looking at me intently for a moment before bending and placing a soft kiss on my lips that had me panting for more like a dog in heat.

She gently whispers in my ear, "Last night was great," Her hands caress the side of my face, before her fingers move to gently run across my bottom lip.

With my free hand, I keep her hands close to my lips, placing gently kisses all across her knuckles, "Just great?" My lips part as I begin to kiss her soft hand more intimately, eyes staring into hers.

She pulls her hand from my grasp, leaning down to the crook of my neck where she rakes her tongue, "Okay, perfect, I just didn't want to boost your ego," She teases. Her hand suddenly rises, eyes focused on the book on the table, "What are you reading?"

My mood suddenly dampens as I pinch my nose, rubbing my hands on Demiah's bare legs to relax myself. I force a smile on my face, "Oh, it's a book on the CNS and glioblastoma multiforme. They generally appear in the temporal and frontal lobes of the brain..." I run my hands across Demiah's forehead as I explain. "It's more definitely the most aggressive form of brain neoplasms and is rare, especially in women, which makes this case all the more weird," I finish the last part softly as I think of the patient. 

Demiah tilts her head, "I love it when you talk all doctory," She places her nail between her lips to hide her smile. I find myself cracking a smile and looking away so she doesn't see the almost shy smile on my face. "But, for real, what does all of that mean? You're not even a neurosurgeon," She asks curiously.

I sigh as I sit up straighter with Demiah still placed on my lap, "We have this patient, age thirty-four, female, glioblastoma— brain tumor. The temporal part of the brain, basically just above the brain stem," I glide my hand gently up the base of her neck. "It's just that it's so rare in people her age and gender," I sigh angrily. "She's about your age," I say softly as I rake my knuckles gentle down her cheek. "I mean— it's the most common grade 4 type of cancer, yes, but..." I pause. "There's risk of us doing surgery and risks, of course, of us not. The likelihood of her surviving is— and I hate to say it— astronomical."

Demiah's eyes stare at me, and her response was hesitant, "Oh," She started. Her arms began to untangle from around my neck as she sensed the severity of the case, "Now I feel bad for being turned on," She frowns.

She manages to make me crack a smile again although it wasn't her intention, "I know, baby," I notice the sour change in her mood. "I have the final say in the surgery, a little research can't hurt, right?" 

She leans away from me, nodding her head in understanding, "Yes, yeah of course, I'll leave you to it," She comes in to peck my cheek and readies herself to move from my lap. However, my arms around her waist don't loosen.

"Hey, hey, you're not getting away from me so fast," I say. "How about this?"

"I'm listening," She says as I rub her thigh slowly.

"You let me finish up here for a bit and then we can do whatever you want," That beautiful smile was back again.

"As long as you don't rush on my account," She speaks, "Are you off today or...?"

I lick my lips, "Well there's no such thing as being 'off' for me, but until further notice, yes, yes I am," I explain.

Her arms roam over my chest, eyes concentrated on the action, "Duly noted," She teases. "I'll go and break in the jacuzzi."

I hum, imagining her in her underwear with hot bubbles surround her, or even better, with absolutely nothing on.

The thought excites, more so when she places a lingering kiss on my lips and rises from her seat on my lap, my lips still following after her even as she pulls away, "You do that," I murmur.

I slap her behind as she walks away, her laugh filling the area as my head turns back painfully to watch as she walks away.

The smile on my lips stay there for a moment before it disappears, looking down at the papers and books in front of me again.

'~~~~|~~~~'

I hold my hand over Demiah's as I position her hand over the bolt in the trunk of the car.

She bends over to get another angle, either that, or she was trying to get a rise out of me, which she definitely did.

Her ass was now pressed directly against the crotch of my jeans as her body bent over the car in a full ninety-degree angle, "Like that?"

My eyes were concentrated on her pressed against the front of my body as I'm bent over her, guiding the actions of the wrench.

"Actually," I mumble, my lips grazing her ear, "A little to the left," We both knew I wasn't speaking about the wrench on our hands.

She follows instructions, and I find my lips parting as she does so. In a breathy voice, she cranes her head to the left, "That better?" It didn't take me long to feel myself hardening behind her, and Demiah took notice to it also.

Much to my surprise, two hours later, Demiah's request was for us to work on an old car that I had in the garage. If the definition of 'work' changed to dry humping above the hood of my car, then by all means, no one ever worked so hard than us.

We are however interrupted when my pager from my front pocket begins to beep. I lick my lips before pulling out the pager and looking at it, my left hand smoothing over the curve or Demiah's ass.

"Is everything alright?" She asks worriedly, her head craning to look at me from her bent over position.

I grab the area between her neck and chin to straighten her back roughly, my mouth next to her air as she makes a sound of protest at the rough movement, "Yeah, it's just Roy," I place slow kisses on her cheek. "Can't be important, if so, he would've red-coded it," I stick the beeper back in the pocket of my jeans.

Demiah spins around in my arms, dropping the wrench on the ground and afterward, trailing her nails down my bare chest which is filled with sweat from the hot sun that still managed to reach through the thick room of the garage.

"Major or not..." She says. "You should go, Enrique,"

I look down to the floor, not allowing her to see my eyes, "Yeah, I should," I say softly.

She, however, reaches up to turn my face towards her, eyes soft, "Hey, hey," She starts. "You know last night was different, right? It won't be like the last time," Last time referring to the fact that we had sex and that was about the end of it for a while. "I'll be here when you get back," She whispers.

Unbeknownst to myself, my shoulders sag in what I could only conjure up to be relief. "I'll try to be home as early as I can," I say softly.

"No rush," She smiles up at me, "I'll find a way to occupy myself."

I trace my knuckles across her cheek lovingly, three words begging to leave my lips but I bit back my tongue. It was still too soon in our new relationship. Hell, if I had just met Demiah and this was out first time going at it, the thought possibly wouldn't even had entered my mind. But we had history, and because of this, embarrassingly so, it was possible that I had never even stopped loving Demiah. Somewhere at the back of my mind, tightly locked away, she always existed.

I check the time on my phone, "I need to get a bath and get dressed," I mumble.

She steps away from me, wiping the oil from her hand on her some of my old clothes that she was wearing, "And I'll see if I can rake together something for you to eat in the mean time," She places a short, too short, kiss on my lips before walking back into the house, leaving my lips to trail after her.

'~~~~|~~~~'

"Oh, good, you're here, I called you over an hour ago," Roy says when he locates me by the counter.

"Sorry, occupied," I say unapologetically, especially since there was nothing that required my immediate attention today, according to one of the nurses, "What was it that you couldn't call and tell me?"

He pauses, "I just wanted you sign this," I take the clipboard from his hands, my eyes scanning over the words on the paper.

I look up at him with scrunched eyebrows, flipping the page to see if there was anything on the next page, "You're serious?" I ask. "You called me down here to sign documents about a surgery for one of my interns in three days?" I shove the chart back into his chest. "This couldn't wait?"

Roy closes his eyes and pins his lips as I turn around and frustratingly begin to gather by shit to walk away from him. Did he have any idea what I could've been at home doing right now? Or rather, who? And he disturbed me for this shit.

"That lady, Demiah, was it?" He blurts out. I pause my actions and slowly turn around to face him, listening as he continues, "Is she seeing anyone? Married?" I bite the inside of my cheek as I look at him, my jaw clenched.

"Is that truly the real reason you called me down here? To what? Ask for advice on how to get her into your bed?" I quip. "Did you really just ask me down here for that reason?" I was trying to wrap my head around to fact that he made me leave my home; Demiah, for this reason.

He looks away and rubs his lip with his thumb but proceeds to stay quiet. 

I roll my eyes and begin to walk briskly away from him, leaving him standing there to evaluate his stupidity and inconsideration, "Could you—" I stop at the sound of his voice to turn around agian, "Could you at least put in a good word for me?" He asks.

I stare at him, really stare at him, a sarcastic smile breaking out on my face. It took my everything, every string of patience I had in me to be civilized and say, "You have a good day, Doctor Falcon."

'~~~~|~~~~'

I make it home after a short, but tiring day. Not exactly short, but for a doctor, I suppose seven hours can be considered just that. 

I walk into the house quietly, for some unknown reason, my heart beating at an excessive rate. The house was absolutely quiet, no sound of the television or even the radio playing. Even the lights were off.

I flick them on, standing there in the middle of my house and staring at the emptiness of it. 

Not even a few seconds later, do I hear soft footsteps padding down the stairs before Demiah finally emerges, looking down at two outfits in her hand, unbeknownst to the storm brewing inside of me.

Her eyes are concentrated on the two sets of clothes in her hands, eyebrows scrunched together, "Good, you're home, I'm going to lunch tomorrow with a friend, what should I wear?" She asks as she looks at me. "I think yellow looks nice on me but blue— Enrique?" She stops when she looks up at me. Her eyebrows pinch in worry before she throws the clothes in the chair and looks at me more closely, "Are you alright?"

She stares at me and I stare back at her, and the next thing I know is that I'm across the floor and sweeping Demiah into my arms, wrapping my arms fully around her before planting my lips over hers.

Her lips stood unmoving, surprised, before she slowly recuperates my movements, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I pull away leisurely after a few more moments, but not before laying a quicker peck on her lips again. She looks at me in shock, before a smile spreads across her face, "What was that for?"

I caress her cheek before whispering gently, "You're still here."

Her head tilts to the side and her smile slowly fades, "Of course I'm still here, silly. I said I would be," Her voice suddenly turns teasingly serious, "Although a call or text or something would have sufficed on why you were so late,"

"Sorry," I mumble distractedly, and she notices this which causes her to roll her eyes.

"Anyway, come here, I made this new sauce..." She begins to speak, but I block it out, trailing after her towards the kitchen like a lost puppy as she pulls me along, my heart rate finally back to normal.

'~~~~|~~~~' 

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