|At the Safe House Laisa and Gregor
||[Sep. 6th, 2006|12:41 am]
follows on from http://community.livejournal.com/vorkosiverse/11910.html
Laisa waited for the doctor to leave, before turning round to meet Gregor face to face, kissing him gently.
"I'm sorry to be pathetic."
"I think you're not pathetic at all, love. Just overstressed and overtired." With that, Gregor steered Laisa bed-ward.
Once in the bedroom Laisa perched on the edge of the bed. She reached into the waistband of the green trousers and pushed them down, wriggling a little to get them over her hips. Once in her hands she folded them up, and rested for a moment holding them, and yawned again.
"How are you doing my love?" she asked covering her mouth with her hand.
Gregor's response was, internally at least, mixed. He was thinking of doing rather obscene things to this luscious half-dressed woman, while at the same time wanting her to take a nap. Not to mention that he wanted a nap himself.
He decided to make the next step her decision, eve though it felt mean. "I'm fine, if a bit wrung out. What a day! But now... Hm. Nap, or..." He grinned at her. And then he started shrugging out of his own scrubs.
"Or...?" Laisa's eyebrow rose about an inch. Then she smiled at him, and bit her lower lip.
"Come here." She reached her hand out, and snagged his, and pulled him towards her, her face turned up to him looking rather smug, and she blew him a tiny kiss.
"I think the decision is... Or. And then a nap." Gregor let himself be pulled down into the bed, and slipped his hands up Laisa's scrubs top. "I think you're a bit overdressed," he said, as he pushed it up and over her shoulders and head.
"There. Much better now, don't you think?" He paused for a moment to rest his head on Laisa's chest and listen to her steady heartbeat.
"If you tell me in anyway that these nasty green things are an improvement then I am not sure I will ever want your opinion on any piece of clothing ever again!"
Laisa laughed and stood up, and removed the offending items, throwing them into the rubbish bin. Then she turned back to Gregor and wrapped her arms around him. Their relative heights positioned his face somewhere around her cleavage, and by the look on his face this was entirely to his satisfaction.
"I think I might be prepared for a little bit of 'Or' my love." She ruffled his hair and then kissed him soundly.
ooc: my apologies for taking so long to get back to this! I'm here now!