#drdawkins

I sang myself a little melody as I worked, needle between my fingers the thread bound around it tight and the thread unwinding slowly from the spool on the table. Cold blood painted my hands straining my nails and fingertips. My skirt was around me snuggly trying not to get blood on it but I'm sure I would at some point, My shirt sleeves were forced and balled up high in the hope of preserving my sleeves from the blood. The only sound was my delicate singing barely forming words, my voice bouncing off the cold stone walls, the gentle sound every so often of carts and horses passing outside visible only with the tall windows out to the street, and some sounds of beds and chairs being moved in the hospital above me. The one light hung above where I worked as the body of Mr Ashwood laid on the table, he had come in a few days ago complaining of... well frankly I don't know what he was complaining of, I hadn't heard. But he had passed away in the days between so now I was here to sew it together and prep his body ready to be taken and buried in the spot his family had chosen for him. 

I rather enjoyed being down here in the morgue, as dark as that would seem a place for a young lady to be comfortable. But I don't know something to... peaceful down here.

I will say, my assistant didn't help. 

Well, I say assistant... Tag along.

When I first came to tend to the body, A certain... someone, Tagged along. It had begun innocently with him simply standing over the body with me and explaining the work they had already done in surgery that I would now need to avoid, slowly but surely he had grown closer, his hands settled on my waist, his head moved to my neck breathing down on me, until we reached the state we stood in now.

His hands on my waist his fingers pressing into my corset bones, his body pressed up against my own, his head in my neck often making contact with the cotton of my shirt, making the only other sound that echoed around the stone morgue walls the familiar smack of a kiss against my shirt.

I wasn't frightened or annoyed, I mean I'm mildly bemused by him but that tends to be my typical reaction to him. As this was a fairly normal occurrence, I was often down here dealing with bodies and Jack was often down here... I assume because I was. That and hiding down here got him out of work he didn't want to do. And today was no exception, he had come down with me I think half to see me and half to avoid working, and somewhat just for some attention. Which I wasn't giving to him, I was far too busy. 

The issue is I think somewhere in Jack's mind my wording of the phrase 'Right I'm off to the morgue to sort this body,' gets lost and arrives in his mind as 'Take your pants off I'll be in the morgue' or something else equally as inviting. But I suppose a lot of the things I say probably sound inviting to him, I know every time I even mention the storage cupboard he jumps up like a bloody six-year-old hearing the word ice cream. But the storage cupboard had been a place we had not much visited lately as we had been too many close calls there recently. But here in the morgue was still safe at least for now. 

His kisses grew more passionate leaving a trail of kisses up and down my neck, which made me roll my eyes a little. 

"Pray tell, there a reason your slobbering all over me Dr Dawkins?"

He chuckled in his sly way, "Becuase I've missed you," he whispered in my ear, "Haven't you missed me too? Hmmm?" He asked rubbing the tip of his nose down my exposed neck, 

"I have missed you, But you don't see me coming up to you where you're working and trying to bite you like a bloody vampire, now do you?"

"Only because it would get us caught," he smirked, 

"You could at least help Jack,"

"I am helping,"

"Yourself."

"I'm helping. I'm keeping you company."

"I have plenty of company, organs and bones what other company do I need?" I laughed, "Also what happened to his liver?"

"Sneed took it."

"Why?"

"You ask him," He shrugged, 

"Isn't that the fourth one he's taken?"

"Sixth actually."

"Why?"

"He's... doing something I don't know." 

"I can always tell between you."

"Can you? What Mine are alive?" he chuckled,

"Not always." I laughed playfully batting his head with my own "No I can though, look at this. You'd think he was cutting with a bloody butter knife."

"Hummm" He chuckled giving me more kisses,

"Yes?"

"Nothing."

"Speak Jack or I'll cut your tongue out," I warn,

"Bloody."

"Yes?"

"What would your father say he heard you uttering such language?" he laughed, "You never used to talk like that till you met me."

"Ohh you think that you're rubbing off on me?"

"No, I can do it if you want me too?" he smirked pushing his hips against my own so much it made me hit the table, 

"Excuse you?" I warned "You shall not be rubbing off on me you dirty little wombat," 

"Of course, I do apologize," he said, "I'll just have to fuck you instead then?" He smirked holding my hips tight and thrusting his hips into my own until he pinned me against the table and started to board-line hump me 

"Oi!" I complained, "I. am. busy." I reminded him trying to get his hands off I did manage to move them from my hips for a few seconds and in response, he grabbed my breasts "Jack!" I yelped forcing his hands off "Would you kindly take your penis elsewhere Dr Dawkins." I complained and the moment I set my needle down a moment he simply lifted me

"Up we go little lady"

"Ahhh Jack!" I squealed and sat me down on the empty table beside where I was working and quickly standing between my legs 

"Come on, you know you want to as badly as I do" he smirked "And how often do we get time just the two of us?" he smirked rubbing his nose on the bridge of mine 

"It's not just the two of us." I glared, he looked confused so I glanced back to the table I had been working at and the body that lay on it, he glanced back but smirked at me 

"I'm sure he won't mind," He smirked, pulling me to his lips, I wanted to argue with him but I melted very quickly wrapping my arms around him sitting my elbows on his shoulders as it did not coat him in blood as we passionately kissed he was the hungrier of our kiss but I kept up with him as much as I could the two of us kissing for what could have been an hour with no sign of letting up, his hands found there way up my skirt stroking my thighs suggestively so I wrapped my legs around him locking my ankles at the base of his back as our kisses got even more intense our gasps the only sound other than the clacking of our lips. 

I heard the door and immediately pulled back much to Jack's frustration but he saw the door, as Tim stood having come to collect the body, he saw us and of course what we were doing. "I uhhh I'll come back later." He said quickly turning around and shutting the door behind him, 

I sighed in relief it was only Tim, someone who already was well aware of what me and Jack I got up to and not someone who would have caused us to get into trouble, like Prof, or Sneed, or Christ my father! 

"So? Where were we?" Jack smirked trying to get back to our kiss

"We can't, if Tim found anyone could, we have to stop." I told him pushing him away and getting back to work "Besides I need to finish this body up." I said but before I had even picked the damn need up 

"Nope, off we go little lady." He smirked picking me up in his arms I again squealed but he ignored me 

"ahhhhh jack!" I whined, "Where are you taking me!"