Cleo.
The Apartment.
06:30

*sexual content ahead

My body is submerged in the warm water of the tub as I exhale lightly. The muscles in my shoulders ache, my head was ringing, and my eyes sting at the luminescent light of the bathroom. My lips pursued as I continue to take calm yet reassuring breaths to relax before my comfort was interrupted by a slight knocking on the door.

"Yes!"

Rose answered, "Uh, Dr. Jackson is at the door. Want me to let him in or tell him to shoo like the annoying pest he is?"

I laugh at her recoil before answering, "Let him in. Be nice. I'll be out in a couple of minutes." My answer caused her to grunt, which I heard from outside the door as I reached over for my loofah and soap.

It's 6 in the morning, surely he has a shift today. I wonder why he came over...

Momentarily, I got out of the tub after a good washing before putting on a new set of scrubs I had placed on the vanity of the sink. Once I was put together, I opened the door of the bathroom to walk into the small, minuscule living room where Michael and Rose were. Of course, he greeted me with a sly smile as I look over to see Rose shoving a donut in her mouth.

"Ay! Mykol baru som food!" she exclaims with food in her mouth.

He chuckles casually as I walk over to the box of donuts he brought as I teased, "What? Tired of eating at the cafeteria alone?" It wasn't my fault that I continued to skip our little lunch and breakfast dates, blame the patients that decide to suffer from anaphylactic shock or something even more extreme like myocardial infarction.

He shots back, "Hey. I choose to eat alone, but...today I brought the food here and there's something I do need to talk to you about."

Before I could answer, Rose interrupts, "Well you look at the time! I have to go scrub in for this gingivitis case!" I watch as she grabs one more donut before rushing out of the apartment, giving me and Michael some space together.

I exhale slowly before walking to the open kitchen to open one of the cabinets, grabbing a mug, "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

He chuckles, "No, I just want you to come here."

At his request, my cheek flushed to a lighter shade of pink. He was so goddamn annoying. Every inch of him, from his snap remarks, his sarcasm, and his teasing, but even now I could hear his voice laced with affection and desire of my presence.

I walk out of the kitchen with my arm folded as I answer, "What is it?" He was standing over the couch with a small yet casual smile on his face. The 'default' Michael looks as I would say. He sighs calmly as his arms open out to me, "Come here." I shuffle my feet closer to him with a suspicious look on my face as finally gave in and slide into his embrace. My head rested on his chest as his fingers rest against my scalp, allowing his digits to graze around my braids.

"I'm firing you."

Immediately, my head shot up as I pushed away from him, "What?!"

He frowns at my reaction as he repeats himself, this time, slowly, "I'm ... firing ... you. Do you not understand English?"

My eyes looked away from his for a moment as I clench my fist. I did everything I was supposed to. I worked 14-18 hours a day on call. I never had a record of malpractice. What did I do to deserve this?!

"You son of a bitch!" I blurted out as my voice was laced with venom and hatred for the man before me. It took everything in me to not just...kick him in the balls.

Michael's eyebrows knitted together in a confusing frown.

"I meant under my care. You're fired as my student, not out of the program. Maybe you should wait until I finish my thoughts," he answers defensively yet innocently.

His nonchalant reaction caused me to rush over and wrap my hands around his neck angrily as he laughs at my frustration. My grip tightens as the impact of me leaning on him caused the two of us tumbled onto the couch as I straddled his waist.

Oh, how good it would be to pop his head off his skinny little body.

"Wow, I never imagined you to be so dominant with me. Are you going to give me a show?" he asks calmly yet seductively.

My hands slowly moved away from his neck and slid alongside his chest as I turn away embarrassingly, "I hate you so much." His breaths were shallow as I press against his groin, causing him to mewl in response.

He huffs in annoyance as his hands were rested on my hips, allowing him to push his hips against my body, "I can't...be your mentor if we are whatever the hell we are you know? You're with Dr. Kingston for the rest of year was all I was going to tell you..."

My head turns back to him as he was mildly flustered and bothered by our position on the couch. His cheeks were tinted in a shade of fuchsia against his salty pale skin while his hair was unbalanced out of his loose ponytail as I continue to grind my hips into his. My lips trembled lightly as I hid my face in the crevice of his neck as he laughs boldly, "God, this feels so good, wouldn't you say, Cleo?"

My lips were on the skin of his neck, radiating warm heat from my breath as I tried to process the ongoing sexual tension between us as I mumble, "For someone who doesn't love me and hates me, you certainly love my hips."

Suddenly, our position flipped on the couch as Michael was on top of me, staring at me with those dark, beady eyes. His lips curl to a mischievous grin as I stifle a moan as his hips roll against my pelvis.

"Oh, I do hate you. I hate you so much, Cleo. God, I just want to fuck you out my hatred for you," he mutters before releasing a heavy moan.

I smile shyly as I grab his face pulling it towards mine as we shake a hot, yet heated kiss. His lips pressed against mine forcefully as my teeth grazed against them. Eventually, his tongue pushed into my mouth as it fought for dominance against my tongue. My grasp against his face tightens as he slowly pulls away, allowing a string of saliva to appear that connected from his lips to mine.

The two of us were breathing heavily as he asks with a deep, raspy voice, "When your shift?" I answer back, in a whisper,

"I'm off, you?"

He chuckles lightly as his lips reach over to peck my lips, "I'm off today, too. I like you, I hope it's obvious, but at the same time, I hate you. I hate you because I'm crazy about you. I hate you because you're the only thing on my mind. I hate you because you're so young and intelligent and spectacular that I know one day I will lose you." My eyes stared into his as he chuckles embarrassingly before releasing his final confession,

"I do believe that I'm...falling in love with you, too and I'm fucking scared about it, because I know in the end I can't have you.

"Who said you can't?"

"I just know, regardless of how much I want you."

His head hovers over mine as I lean over, sliding my lips against my cheek as I ask nervously, "I-Is this a part of your little game?" He responses quickly, "Does it sound like I'm playing? Let's just say this is...time-out..." My lips couldn't help but smile at his uneasiness when it came to expressing his own emotions as I lick his cheek.

"Dog," he mutters teasingly.

I laugh at his response as his finger reaches over to rub against my lips quietly. My almond eyes quietly stared into his as he mutters, "Oh if you knew how much I crave for you." He lifts his lips in anticipation as his hands slid to my bottom before giving it a quick slap.

"Hey!" I yelped.

He laughs as he slaps it again and it again.

"I'm going to kick your ass!" I whimpered he turns me over on my stomach. He shakes his head as he slaps it again before answering harshly, "Okay come kick my ass then. Nothing is stopping you, although, I know deep down you want someone like me to put you in your place, huh?"

The friction between his hand and my clothes subsided the pain caused by his sexually stimulating and painful slaps as I mewl in response to his next blows to my ass.

"Stop it.." I begged as he slides my pants down to admire his work before slapping my bottom one more time, lacing an imprint of his hand mark on my cheek. At this point, my ass was in the air as I turn my head over my shoulder to look at him as he answers, "Do you really want me to stop, seems like you're a bit eager for all of this? Have you always desired me?"

My breath was unsteady as his fingers pressed against the fabric of my panties to feel the drenching mess I was. He clicks his tongue in response as he glorifies the lewdness of my behavior for him as he groans, "Fuck, you're so fucking drenched for my dick, huh? My shit will leave you gushing and crying and moaning to be split in half. You want to be stuffed by your mentor, doll?"

I moan out at his lewd and dirty speech as he slaps my ass, causing me to scream, "Yes! Yes! I want you, please. I'm begging you." My pride was put to shame as he laughs at my own defeat. I couldn't help the added emotions he brought out to me. My body was on fire as he slides my panties off to admire my slutty desires as he slides his tongue alongside my folds.

"Shit, you taste so sweet," he moans out, savoring the taste before sliding his index finger inside of me.

My breath was shaky and hitched as he groans out, "Fuck, how are you so tight and warm? Oh, I'm going to fuck you so well, don't worry. You're sucking in my finger so well, how about I give you some more to have fun with." I scream out as he added two more fingers inside of me. His knuckles brushed against my wetness as he curls his fingers inside me, hitting my sweet spot as I mutter, "More, please..more"

"More what?" He teased, "Tell me what you desire, Cleo."

My body was drenched from the ongoing sweat and Michael's playfulness as I couldn't even process the ideology of thoughts or words from my mouth as Michael's fingers dug deeper inside of me.

"You! I want you!" I choked out.

He laughs as he pushes his fingers as deep as he physically could while the pad of his thumb pressed against my clit before admitting teasingly, "You have me! Isn't my fingers inside you?"

I whimper disappointedly, "You know what I mean..."

He frowns before answering innocently, "I do not..."

My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I knew what he wanted me to say.

God, I hate him...

I chuckle shyly as I mutter, "I want to feel your...your...dick inside me...please" He laughs at my sudden embarrassment before pulling his fingers from inside me, causing me to pout at the unexpected emptiness. I slowly roll on my back to watch him suck on his fingers before kissing my lips, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue as he groans, "You don't know how hot that was to hear that from your lips."

"You're such a pig and so annoying you know that? Why do you have to embarrass me, you psycho," I growl out playfully before our tongues met up to slide against one another in his mouth. His hands were rested on my shoulder as his hair was a sticky mess against his forehead as he sighs,

"Your body completely takes my breath away. You're immaculate, girl," he moans out as my nails graze against his back.

I push away from his lips as I help him pull the top of his scrubs off over his head to admire his lean, yet gently built muscles. They were too large yet too small as my fingers slid against his biceps to feel his muscles. My amusement in his build caused him to suck his teeth curiously as I press my lips against his arms, leaving a trail to his hand as I kiss each finger.

He breaths gently as I mumble, "I want you. I want you as much as you want me." He cracks up before answering back, "Badly? As if your life depends on it?"

***

"Cleo! Is daydream more entertaining than my current display of angina pectoris?!" Dr. Anisaugh barks.

My head slowly lifted up from my hand as I flutter my eyes open as everyone was staring at me in the mini auditorium. The attendings, nurses, and residents were squinting at me, including Michael, who was at the bottom section of the auditorium with the other attendings in white coats, as I yawn out, completely hot and bothered by my sexual daydream.

I responded dryly, "No."

Dr. Anisaugh, "Well, since you would rather moan and groan and sleep during this meeting. How would you like to explain an all-around patient with Angina Pectoris that regularly visits the clinic yet during an open-heart procedure that you and Dr. Jackson performed hours ago, the patient stroked out with the symptoms of Atherosclerosis."

I cough out, "Atherosclerosis was not in the chart."

He challenges, "Yet you saw the patient, two months before the surgery. How could you evaluate a patient of angina yet not look at possible results of CAD?" I answer back, "The patient never had symptoms of CAD, they were recovering from a minor car accident and I ran the EKG. The patient was suffering from angina. I allowed them to stay in the hospital for observation."

"Did you ever contact cardiology?"

"Dr.Grandston—"

Dr. Grandstone chuckles, "This child didn't present the whole case correctly?!"

Michael interrupts, "It was my fault for not fully looking for CAD." Dr. Grandstone laughs, "Oh please! Don't freight as the one who SHOULDVE made sure yo—"

Dr. Anisaugh coughs out, "This is a teaching hospital. We are here today to LEARN from mistakes. Not butcher the interns. I believe looking into the case that Cleo would've done what most of us would've done in her shoes."

I sigh in relief as Michael turns to me as gives me a reassuring wink. My body slumps into the seat as the AHA meeting was over. As the rest of the doctors and residents left the auditorium, Michael walked up the stairs to my seat before sitting beside me.

"You're okay?" he asks calmly.

I nod my head trying not to think about what I was dreaming about him and me doing together. He smiles widely as I rest my head against his shoulder.

"Anisaugh wants you to take the rest of the day off. The both of us. I don't know if the family is going to sue the hospital for this. I just want you to know it wasn't your fault. Dr. Grandstone would rather blame residents and interns for his messes instead of himself."

I exhale slowly as I mutter, changing the subject, "Are you coming over to the apartment today?" He mutters back, "If you want me to, I will. I could bring some Chinese food and we could maybe watch a movie again. Are you okay?"

"If you ask me that question one more time..."

He laughs proudly as I gently punch his arm.

No, I wasn't okay. I was fantasizing about the idea of you, yes you, the most annoying, egoistical, and irritating guy fucking me into oblivion.

Michael.
Cleo and Rose's Apartment
13:24

"They were never going to get off that dumb island, Cleo!" I laugh out.

She laughs as the two of us were watching a reality tv show based on a bunch of random people living on an island. I slurp up the noodles that were being held by my chopsticks as she sighs as her legs were laying on my lap as she was sprawled on the couch, "Do you think if we were on an island together we would survive?"

"No, you wouldn't because I might gotta eat you like a chicken," I teased before clicking my tongue.

She huffs as she sits up on the couch and slaps my arm, causing me to laugh.

"I'm kidding. I'm sure we would survive but God I would be so miserable being with the one person I hate so much," I groan out painfully in a playful manner.

She gasps as I grab an egg roll with my chopstick, ignoring her reaction. As I lift the delicate roll to my lips, she intercepts it and takes a big bite of the roll.

"HA!"

I roll my eyes as I set the roll back on my plate before setting my plate on the coffee table as I tackle her on the couch. She screams, "Michael!!" while laughing as the two of us wrestle together. I couldn't help but laugh as well as she was under me, enjoying our time together.

Why it seemed like the more I was with her, the more I realize how dull my marriage was. Cleo was fun and new and exciting...

I lean over and peck her lips excitedly as she looking at me breathlessly.

"What was that for?" She asks.

"I'm...I'm really having a good time with you," I admitted.

Her eyebrows raise at my words as she pecks my lips back in response. "I'm having a great time with you, too. Do you have to go?" she asks as I could sense the disappointment in her tone.

"Not if you don't want me to. Although, I would rather leave."

Her face was filled with more disappointment and sadness as she took my words to heart as I rest my head on her chest.

"I was kidding."

"That was mean."

My head lifted from her chest as her eyes were watering up as my lips part sympathetically as I murmur, "Wait, doll, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings...wait, don't cry." My fingers gently slid against her cheek as I never realize that a part of her was needy and clingy when it came to me. She turns her head before grabbing my hand, placing a gentle kiss on my palm before pushing me off of her from the couch to the floor.

"OW!"

"That's what you get."

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