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"Baz was the one who proposed it was the Creutzfeldt-jakob disease, a brain disorder." He stood up, settling on the empty space beside Juliet, not daring to move much closer even if every nerve in his body wanted to do so. He wanted to feel her again, he wanted to touch her, he wanted to taste her, he wanted-

"CJD? I've read about that before."

"We ran some tests and he was positive. The disease isn't quite at its peak yet, but I'm afraid there's no cure." Ethan dropped his gaze down to the floor, their patient's family on his mind. The two doctors fell in silence, the same emotion in their eyes. Pity.

"I've yet to tell his family." He swallowed, his chest burning. The memory of the first patient he lost stung him, so did Dolores'.

"I can do it if you want, you know. As far as I remember, I'm a doctor too." A smile crept its way onto Ethan's lips ever so slightly, but he quickly concealed it with a cough.

"If you insist, Dr. Garcia." This time, a wide grin was present in Juliet's face. There's nothing quite satisfying as her name on his lips.

Ethan gazed at her for a little longer before finally returning to his desk, only to pick up his papers. He's leaving? Juliet watched her attending walk towards the glass doors, disappointment clear in her face.

"Wait." She blurted out, her eyes widen by her own sudden outburst. What am I doing?

He turned around, waiting for a question. A couple of agonizing seconds pass by and still nothing, only complete and utter silence. What is she doing?

"How's Jenner?" What the fuck? She felt so embarrassed, her heart was going to burst out of her blouse. Ethan was puzzled by her uncanny question, so much so that he had to stifle a laugh.

"Still a lovely dog, thank you." He mumbled, still quite shaken by her sudden concern. Ethan studied her, he was concerned there was something wrong and she just couldn't say it.

"What is it, Rookie? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just..." She trailed on, not knowing what to say next. Stupid.

"I need help on... something."

"And what is that?" She hesitated, she didn't know what she was doing. All she knew is that she's going to get in trouble, deep trouble.

"Actually, on second thought-"

"Juliet, what is it?" His hand made contact on her arm, keeping her from leaving the room. Oh no, what did I get myself into?

"I... uh..." At this point, there was no turning back. She tried to make an excuse but her words weren't forming correctly, his eyes were distracting her. His blues were strangely warm to her, like forest fires in November.

They stared at each other for what felt like eternity, the tension in the room building up. Fuck, they both thought. The doors were still closed and they were the only two people in the room, thinking about the same thing. Ethan fought himself, refusing to risk both of their careers. Meanwhile, Juliet craved him. She craved his gaze, his voice, his smile, his laugh, his lips, his tongue, his touch, his-

All of a sudden, Ethan's lips crashed onto hers. He missed this. God, he missed this. Her arms snaked their way around his neck, pulling him closer.

"You have no clue how much I've missed you." He mumbled against the kiss, eyes closed. A familiar tug in his trousers was present, masked by his lab coat.

He remembered all the lonely nights he had whilst in the Amazon. He exhausted himself, filling his brain with nothing but work, and work, and work. It was a way to distract his thoughts, keeping him from even thinking about her. He didn't want to admit it but she haunted him, her ecstatic personality, her sarcasm, her laugh, she haunted him. He wanted to forget about the intimacy they had, but instead his longing for it only grew.

"No clue."

"And you think I didn't miss you?" She pulls away, arms never letting go around his neck.

She waited for a call, a text, anything. Two months. Two whole months without him. Juliet was heartbroken, for sure, but she had to be strong for her friends, her patients, him. It wasn't until the week before the 2nd month when she had started to give up hope, she started to move on. Her work fulfilled her, her friends supported her, she was happy.

"It ruined me, Ethan. It ruined me not knowing when you'd come back,"

Until that night at Donahue's.

"Or if you'd come back." Ethan watched her eyes turn glassy, his expression turning soft. He leaned in for another kiss, his hands placed on her waist. One day, just one day.

"All the nights I've spent, Juliet. It was... frustrating." He purred against her ear, giving the woman goosebumps. He resumed the kiss, gently pushing her back until she was leaning on his desk.

"You were horny in the Amazon?" She teased him, a smug look on her face. Juliet was pleased with herself, she knew he was whipped but she didn't know he was this whipped. Ethan's face was crimson red at this point, taken aback by her explicit reply. He didn't want to admit it to her but she was right, he thought about fucking her with her socks on.

"Shut up." He snarled before nipping at her neck, soft kisses turning into wild ones. Her hands roamed around his firm chest as a hand slithered its way around the back of her neck, taking control.

He pulled away to take her in, his eyes having a dark glint to them. She's so fucking flawless. His hand went from her neck to her ponytail, giving it a faint tug. Juliet smiles against his lips, a familiar ache between her trembling thighs. He took a hold of her hair tie, slowly pulling it off of her, letting her loose ringlets fall on her shoulders. His hand grabs a fistful of her hair and gives it another playful tug, his other hand roaming lower, and lower, and lower.

"Ethan, please." She whined, making him twitch in his slacks. In one swift motion, he lifted her onto the table, using his weight to make her lean back.

"Keep an eye out, the fog can only cover so much." He whispers against her skin, a hand slowly crawling up her skirt, making her squeeze her thighs together. Ethan caught them in his hands and forcefully pulled them apart, exposing her damp panties.

"Cherries? Very cute, Rookie." He chuckles, lowering himself on his knees. Juliet's eyes shut when he traces a finger up and down her cunt, pressing a bit harder when he reaches the clit.

She hides a moan as he plays with her, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. Juliet struggles to keep her eyes open for lookout, Ethan working wonders on his knees.

"Put both your legs up." He commands, his hard cock restrained. Ethan's eyes watched her in awe as she lifts both her legs up, her shoes making a tap as it comes in contact with the wood.

He distanced himself a little and took the view in, the bulge in his pants were getting hellish. Strands of her dark hair were on her neck, her shoulders back, her knees up high, and a dewy spot on her little cherry panties.

Juliet watched as his lips inched closer and closer to her cunt, throwing her head back in frustration. Ethan's eyes never left hers as he inched closer and closer, letting her feel every breath he took.

He watched her arms tremble as his mouth wrapped around her clothed clit, both of his hands pulling her legs apart.

"Ethan..."

"Say it again."

"Ethan." She giggled, giving in to his touch. Juliet's arms struggled to keep her in balance, her eyes never failing to watch for stray eyes outside the room.

He toyed with the hemn of her panties, pulling it down slowly, earning him a whine. A chuckle rumbled against her, only parting to take the flimsy cherried fabric off of her. The cold air was giving off goosebumps as it brushes against her bare skin, a blush creeping its way onto her face.

She felt exposed, and she is, but she felt like Ethan could see every inch of skin, every fiber of coarse hair, every secret she had. Yet, it was only her panties that were on the floor. Were.

"Open your mouth." The attending commanded, getting off of his knees and onto his feet. Juliet didn't hesitate to obey, parting her mouth for whatever Ethan had planned.

He grabbed her crumpled underwear on the floor and stuffed it in her mouth, creating a makeshift gag.

"This is to keep your damn mouth shut, you're getting too whiny on me now." She mumbled a response, only to be muffled by the cloth.

Ethans lips collided with her neck, his fingers undoing the first button on her blouse. She felt like she was on fire, like she was about to burst into flames any second now. After her blouse was loosened, his fingers tiptoed their way on her slick cunt, gliding it up and down.

She whimpered against the cloth inside her mouth, her hips rolling, knees trembling. She wanted him, she wanted him now.

Ethan looked through the fogged glass walls, searching for anyone who would potentially see or hear them.

The coast is clear.

He began unzipping his pants, unbothered to unhinge his belt buckle or take off his lab coat. Juliet was dripping by now, the anticipation was absolutely horrendous.

"Mmfh." She tried to plead against the dampened panties, only to be muffled by the patterned cotton.

"I know." His firm cock bobbed up and down as he pulled it out from the opening of his trousers, Juliet's eyes were glued to him. A whine erupted from her gagged lips, desperate for his touch. She needed this, she needed him.

"I'm gonna take off the gag only to hear you beg, understood?" Immediately, she nodded. A hand gently pulled the panties from her mouth, leaving her parched.

"Please, Ethan-"

"Tell me how much you want me." Ethan's eyes were burning through her, his light blues seemingly turned prussian.

"I want you so bad."  A shy voice emits from her, clearly embarrassed. Ethan had a disapproving look on his face, but continued to stroke the tip from her entrance to her clit.

"Oh come on, Rookie. You can do better than that."

"Please, Ethan. I want you to fuck me right here on this desk, please-"

She was interrupted by her panties getting shoved in her mouth again, followed by a forceful thrust into her. Her eyes went wide and nearly screamed from the sudden contact, but a hand muffled her gagged mouth. His cock went deep inside her cunt, his pelvis pressed on her, a couple of hairs tickling her clit. He lingered inside her for a little while, letting her adjust to his width. He was damn girthy, for sure.

"Fuck." Ethan cursed under his breath, wrapping an arm around her. He wanted to make this feeling last forever but it was too risky, he knew he had to make this quick. Juliet, however, intended to prolong their little encounter, the risk of being caught somehow excited her.

"Cum for me as quickly as you can okay? Whine for me if you like what I'm doing."

Ethan began to pull himself in and out, the slapping sound of both their skins echoing around the room. He focused his gaze on her undone blouse and her sweat-glazed skin, hoping it would bring him to the edge quicker. He hit a sensitive spot inside of her, making her widen her eyes in surprise. It felt like euphoria, and Ethan knows it. He purposefully hit the same spot again, and again, and again, and again. Juliet tried to distract herself from the pleasure driven by Ethan, refusing to make this a quick fuck.

"Do it, Rookie. Cum for me." He encouraged her, knowing he was giving her enough attention. He knew her, he knew what she wanted, how she wanted it, and where she wanted it.

Ethan noticed how she was holding back, so he took his hand off of her mouth and placed it on her clit, slowly rubbing it in circles. This drove the woman crazy. She managed to whine through her gag, shutting her eyes. So she likes this?

"Be a good girl and cum for me." He breathes on her ear, his hand on her clit increasing its pace. Ethan's fingers slowly wrapped around her dark locks, controlling her, maneuvering her, dominating her.

Still, Juliet shook her head. She wanted him to make up for lost time, and for all the nights she had spent all alone longing for him. Her thoughts tried to wander elsewhere, desperate not to reach climax this early. But, it feels so good.

"Rookie, I want you to cum for me. Now." His lips made contact on her neck, tickling her supple skin. He left a trail of pink, plump stains on her, his marks precise enough to be shielded by her collar.

It was too much, too much. His lips on her neck, his cock pumping in and out of her, hitting her in the right places, her hair being tugged on, his fingers working wonders, it was too much. She quivered as waves of pleasure washed over her, making her arch her back, shut her eyes, and dribble hot urine on the table.

"Fuck, I'm almost there."

Ethan continues to thrust, his eyes fixed on her flushed face. She looks so angelic like this. He thought about her writhing in pleasure on his sheets, her lips dancing with his, her soft nude-tipped fingers around his erection, pumping up and down, her sweet ass high in the air for him to see, he thought about every filthy thing with her as the starring role. His cock twitched inside her, his pace quickening.

"Rookie..." He groans as he hurriedly pulls out his spasming cock, white fluid mixing with Juliet's on the desk.

They stayed there for a little longer, panting and catching their breaths. Ethan just watched her, chest heaving up and down, sweat trickling down the valley of her breasts, her mouth agape, legs still trembling from her orgasm. What a sight for sore eyes.

The both of them didn't want this to end. Not the sex– actually, the sex too–but what they have going on right now, they didn't want to end it. They both knew that if they walked out the door right now, it was back to square one. No more lingering looks, no more burning touches, no more whispered promises, no more them.

Ethan pulled off the panties in Juliet's mouth, stuffing it in his coat pocket instead. She blinked at him while trying to regain the moisture of her mouth, her legs slowly withdrawing from his touch.

"Sorry, I kind of peed a bit. I'll clean it up I promise, I know how to get it off wood." He knew she was embarrassed, the way her gaze was on the floor shows it pretty clearly. Ethan was amused at her, intrigued at how childlike she was. Juliet was gagged by her own panties and fucked on a desk merely seconds ago. Yet here she is, too bashful to even look him in the eyes.

"It's okay, I'll do it."

"Are you-"