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Laura w/ Julian @raregcms

He was upset about his boss. Something about work, which Laura caught in snippets since Julian kept switching train of thoughts as he ranted and raved, criss crossing the living room. It was hard, even for her, to keep full track of what the he hell he was talking, about who was who, and which co-worker, in their incompetence and selfishness, had exactly pissed him off. It might be all of them. In fact, it was all quite a show, which Laura appreciated from her perch on the couch. Her legs crossed underneath her and hand hooked around her ankle, elbow pressed to her knee. She decided she liked how he strode, the slight roll of his hip between each outstretch of his long leg. Still in his work clothes, that smelled of medicine, antiseptics, and blood; heavy with the musk of his own scent and sweat. His scent distracted her, unaided by how banal she found his story. Laura liked her daily life where she got to stab people who annoyed her. She had no idea how Julian put up with what he did on a day-to-day basis without a little bit of violence. Oh, he had just lifted his hand, fingers almost clenching as if to shove his thumbs into the eye sockets of his enemy. And the small tendons flexed the knobs of his knuckles.

Julian turned, back towards her, at the same time Laura stood. Almost like a panther, so silent and smooth that he didn't realize she was on her feet, in front of him until he happened to notice her missing from her previous spot on his couch. She saw the brief rise of his eyebrows, surprise and confusion, before she grasped the front of his shirt. Laura had seen this before, thought about doing it before, never really had a reason to try it. Wanted to try it. What the hell. Lets see what happens.

She pulled him down by the lapel pulled him down to press her lips to his. Hand falling to his hip and then hooking around to his waist. Julian tasted like the old chap stick he used and maybe, pine or mint. The kiss was feather soft, her head tilting just slightly to the side. Laura didn't care for technique, only chasing the taste and scent of him. Of feeling his body pressed against hers. He didn't shove her off and he didn't yank away, and that was her permission to keep chasing.

Now, normally, Julian didn't like to air his grievances like this. Something he'd picked up from his stuffy snob upbringing - his problems were his problems and he should deal with them on his own without whining about it to other people. But here lately the hospital he was training at was driving him absolutely mental, and it was all he could do not to cause a TK storm in the breakroom when he finally hit his breaking point. He hadn't expected Laura to be in his apartment that evening either, but he hadn't minded so much.

Except she'd taken one look at him, seen the tension furrowing his brows, and asked how his day was. Just like that, the kettle screamed, and he was off, unloading his frustrations as he paced a circle around his living room. All he'd wanted was to swap his days off - he hadn't had a Saturday off since he'd started training, and that was three entire years ago. But no, the new girl had some thing she did on Saturdays and he'd be such a team player if he'd just let her have it, don't worry, your turn will come - but he was sick of waiting his turn and he'd put in the time, even taking on some of the 36 hour shifts when the need was there. He never asked for anything and now some new girl gets all the --

The sudden grip at the collar of his scrubs made him stall and for the barest of split seconds, he wondered if she was going to slap him silly for making her listen to his mundane complaints.

"Ex-squeeze me, Gumbo-man, but the ones with the Hello Kitty backs are mine. You think you're gonna intimidate somebody with Batz-Maru flying at their face?"

"... I mean, I've been known to sprinkle mini M&Ms in yogurt, never tried it with peanut butter. that might not be the worst. I suppose that would make sense though. Mutant bodies are so weird sometimes, aren't they?"

Stare.

Blink.

Stare.

"Your poor pancreas."

"You haven't lived." The shrug is totally indifferent, a statement of fact. "And trust me - I spent plenty of time checking the chip shops and curry stands when I was hangin' around London. Nothing beats a good poutine, especially when you get dragged to Quebec on a fishing trip."

"Sweet Mary Christmas what have you done to your taste buds??"