Doctor's Little Helper

Posted on Fri Jan 11th, 2013 @ 12:45pm by Lieutenant Commander William Harding M.D. & Seyla
Edited on on Fri Jan 11th, 2013 @ 12:46pm

Mission: The Struggle Within
Location: Harding's Quarters

* * * Harding’s Quarters * * *

“...running for the shelter of the doctor’s little helper....” Will was still singing the song, still slightly paraphrased, as he stepped from his bedroom. He’d changed into casual pants and a silk shirt and now he crossed to the bar. After a brief debate, he pulled out a decanter of his favorite port and poured two glasses. It should have just enough time to breathe a little before she arrived. This particular one needed chocolate and he requested it from the replicator, then set the dish on the coffee table. The thin chocolate leaves looked so fragile and delicious and Will couldn’t resist swiping one. Dark chocolate was the food of the gods he decided. His musing was interrupted by the ring of the chime and he crossed to open the door.

"Good evening, Doctor Harding," his guest smiled and crossed into his home without needing an invitation. Twenty minutes from notification to his door hadn't left her with much time to dress and primp, but she looked elegant and tempting, much like the thinly sliced dark chocolate. "I'll guess that your day has been... difficult?"

“Day? Try the past two weeks, if not more.” His smile was relaxed as he looked her up and down. “You look incredible, I must say. And I appreciate you coming on such short notice.” He slipped his hand around her waist and drew her a little closer. “Can you stay the night?”

"My evening, and night, is yours, Doctor." Her softness pressed against his body and she lifted a hand to run her fingers along his jaw. "Have a seat and leave things to me."

“There’s time. Drink?” He stepped back, took her hand and kissed it, then drew her towards the sofa. “I have your favorite too. On the table.”

"Mmm..., chocolate. You're a dear. It's a wonder why Natalia didn't bend to your charms." She placed a sliver of chocolate on her tongue and, before he could be upset with her for bringing up Natalia, kissed him, letting him taste the chocolate with her.

“Mmmmm...," he closed his eyes, enjoying the kiss and the hint of chocolate. He kept it light for now and smiled against her lips. “Delicious as always. As for Natalia, she had other issues that clouded her judgment. That’s as far as I’ll go but that was never going to be anything, trust me.” He stepped away to the bar and returned to press a glass into her hand. He gently clinked his glass to hers and took a sip.

She did the same. "I have good reason to trust you, Will." She did: he was her doctor. He knew more about her than any other entity on the 'base. That fact made her nervous, but, then, she knew several of his secrets as well. He was her doctor; she was his confidante and comfort girl. It was an arrangement that worked well. Slipping her light cardigan off her shoulders, she draped it over a chair arm and took a seat on the heavily masculine leather couch (obviously a custom-made thing the Doctor had ordered). "Do you wish to tell me about your troubles?" She patted the couch next to her, inviting him to sit close.

Will settled in and had another drink, then rested his hand on her thigh. The gesture was both possessive and one that allowed him to draw some comfort and closeness from her. "One I cannot I’m afraid. Natalia is done with and as you have seen for yourself, Mr. Bren is all well and good. Let’s just say that it’s big and will be life changing. If it works, you’ll hear about it.”

"Is this big thing related to Zeferino's kid brother?" Her lips curved in a knowing smile.

Will stopped instantly as he was raising his glass. “What do you know?”

Laughing lightly, almost ruefully, the woman shook her head. "Not a lot. Just that Eli is grinning from ear to ear again, and is convinced that he won't be alone much longer. Oh, Will, I hope you're even half as good as he thinks you are."

Will sighed heavily and nodded. “So do I, sweetheart, so do I.” He drained his glass then turned slightly and reached up to stroke her cheek. “What if I can’t do what he expects? What then? He’s barely keeping it together as it is. One more loss and I don’t know if he’ll make it.”

"Him? I'm actually more concerned about our Chief of Security," she replied. "Eli is young; given time, he'll be fine. But her?" She shook her head and leaned into William, one hand stroking his thigh.

“Agreed. She’s had too much loss recently, if she gets her hopes up and then we fail?” He stopped and shook his head. Setting his glass aside, he then took hers from her hand and pulled her close in his arms. His lips found hers and this time the kiss was deep and lingering, claiming her.

Knowing this was their moment to shift from talk to action, she kissed him back and straddled his lap, letting her silvery dress ride up. "That's a circumstance you'll handle, with Jackson, when - if - it happens. For now, let me take your mind off of them." Her fingers deftly undid his shirt buttons and preceded her lips on his skin.

“Gladly,” he murmured. Moments later, he stood, lifting her easily, and carried her off to the bedroom.

* * *

Will stirred from the light doze he’d fallen into at some point during the night. He hadn’t slept long but his stress levels had dropped considerably after the evening’s activities and the desire for her, and hunger, had stirred him yet again. He stretched, then rolled over, running his fingers along an exposed thigh of emerald green skin.

“Sey?”

"Hmm?" She purred and moved to invite him closer. Barely awake, she could already feel part of what he wanted. "Yes, Will?"

“Hungry. For both food and you. We still have quite a while till morning.....” He laughed, soft and low.

"What food would you like? I could send one of mine to fetch it or replicate it," she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips. She was careful not to actively use her pheromones on the Doctor - he'd warned her once that if she did, he had a hypospray of inhibitor ready, so his attraction to her and desire for her was all his own. She used that now, pulling him into her and murmuring, "Food can wait, right?"

“Oh always, my dearest Seyla. I can eat....later....” He rolled her beneath him and ended the conversation...at least the verbal part. After all, the night was still young.


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