#pace md

You chose your place for couple of reasons and one of them was that he will not have to drive you back home after you finished your dinner. Other reason was that you found it inappropriate to ask him to take you to his private apartment though he seemed to not mind that at all. Your home was also only a few minutes away from the cafeteria and you were eager to shred your formal clothing you were supposed to wear to work. And you sort of wished to show him how skilled cook you are. That last reason was a silly one and you knew it, but the silliest reasons were usually the most powerful ones. Your place, that was.

You apartment was small yet cosy. Since you moved in you reorganised the rooms, so now the formerly impossibly big kitchen was separated into two smaller spaces, one still serving as the kitchen and one as your small private bedroom. The living room was large and filled with everything you loved, starting with a comfortable sofa and armchair, ending with photographs and postcards you collected from your trips across the country that filled one whole wall.

Doctor Pace was impressed especially with them. After you changed to your sweatpants and T-shirt; shredding your bra gladly; and returned to the living room, you found him studying the ‘wall of fame’ as you were secretly calling it.

“I see it caught your interest.” You remarked from the doorstep, smiling.

He returned your smile. “It is impressive. You have visited all of these?”

You nodded, closing the distance between you and the wall. “I used to travel a lot when I was still at school. Hotel ‘mama’ was convenient enough to allow me my trips.” You chuckled, remembering some of the travels. “I would love to travel again but I have not enough money to spare.”

“I am sure you will have the money soon.”

You chuckled again. “Only in my dreams. Luckily we have Street View now. Yesterday I visited the Great wall of China.”

Doctor turned to you. “I was there last summer.” He admitted, much to your surprise. It took you a while to close your mouth and that made him laugh. “You were not expecting that.” He teased you.

“You are damn right, doctor. I thought you were complaining about your salary.”

He raised his eyebrow at you. “Are we really going to talk about money?”

You shook your head and left for kitchen. You put your apron on and start to draw ingredients for your dinner. Doctor was next to you in no time, offering his help but you refused.

“Please, doctor, make yourself comfortable. I would offer you some wine but, unfortunately, I do not have any here at the moment.”

“I would be surprised if you would have some. It goes not with a macrobiotic diet.”

That surprised you again. “Are you nutritionist as well?” You asked, not awaiting an actual answer to that.

“I am not.” He admitted, leaning himself against the kitchen counter. “But my sister is. She taught me a lot during her studies.”

You nodded in acknowledgement.

“Can I use your bathroom?” He asked suddenly and that tore you out from your thoughts.

“Oh, sure. And do not forget to wash your hands afterwards.” You teased him.

Preparing the dinner took you no time at all. You knew couple of fast meals but still tasty, so after half an hour you were enjoying your meal, talking about nothing and everything. Doctor praised your cooking skills which was a great boost to your ego. He even offered you to give you a contact to his sister to share some of your recipes with her. Eventually you got to more personal topics. Doctor told you more about his personal life, which was richer than you were expecting. You shared your memories from your travels which interested him greatly. It appeared he travelled a lot to foreign countries but he made only couple of trips across the homeland.

“Such a shame, Lee.” You teased him, finishing your meal. “The homeland should be the first country you know. Only then you should move behind the borders.”

He laughed heartily. “That is a wisdom I have to share further.” He finished his meal a while ago and therefore talking more the last minutes to allow you to finish your meal as well. “But you cannot blame me, [name]. Blame the conferences I participated.”

You nodded, taking a gulp of the orange water. Homemade, as you pointed out. One does not need anything more than a pure water and couple of orange slices. Cheap and full of vitamins.

“So, I hope you enjoyed your meal?” You asked though you knew his answer already. It practically disappeared within him.

“Very much so. I sing praises to the cook.” He put an imaginary hat down from his head and that made you chuckle. “Now, will you at least allow me to help you with the dishes?”

You shook your head. “You are my guest tonight. I cannot ask that from you.”

He grimaced.

“I said no!” You laughed. “Be a good guest and make yourself comfortable.”

Doctor Pace raised his eyebrows again. “I see. You do not want me to leave yet.”

Dumbo! You scolded yourself immediately. You should have thought about the possibility that he has something more important to do today than make silly jokes with you. “Oh, I am sorry! Of course, if you have to leave, then…”

He stopped you. “No, I do not have to go yet. I just wanted to see your reaction.”

That confused you a little. “My reaction?”

He nodded. “I shall explain later.”

“Alright then.” You collected the dishes and put them into good old-fashioned sink. “Give me a moment to get rid of these. You can turn on TV if you want to.”

He smiled. “Do not worry about that, [name]. Patience is one of my best qualities.”

You returned his smile, forgetting about the strange remark he made seconds ago. Turning on the water, you reached for the detergent.

You just finished your dishes and were cleaning the sink when you heard doctor approaching you. You smiled to yourself, thinking about teasing him a little.

“Getting impatient?” You asked merrily.

“Only a bit.” He whispered almost directly to your ear. Immediately after, his hands circled your waist. You jumped, startled by this bold movement of his.

“Do not worry.” He continued to whisper, his lips touching your earlobe delicately. Shivers ran down your spine. “There is nothing to fear.”

That was not comforting at all. You closed the water and tried to turn to face him but he held you firmly with your back pressed to his chiselled chest. You opened your mouth to ask him what the heck he is doing but he shushed you.

“I just want to check the scar.” He whispered again and more shivers ran down sour spine. Slowly he traced his fingers along the hem of your T-shirt and pushed it slightly up. Goosebumps prickled your skin and his hot breath on your neck was not helping the situation.

His fingertips then touched your skin and slowly, almost tantalizingly, they ran across your belly to find the scar he was talking about. There were two of them for that matter, one from appendectomy and one from the latter operation when the tumour was removed. The third operation during which the metastasis from near your spine was removed was performed by a neurologist, not by doctor Pace.

“The s…scar?” You stuttered.

His fingertips were already upon it, tracing the thin silvery line delicately. You bit at your lower lip to prevent yourself from making any more sounds.

“This one.” He whispered, stroking it gently. “Though, when I recall correctly, there is another one…”

Breath hitched in your throat when you felt his fingers to slide further down, seeking the latter scar located just above the hairline of your pubic region. Pressing your lips tightly together you felt his breathing to quicken.

“You are shaving yourself.” He breathed out, tracing the fingertips over the smooth skin down there. “Very sexy.” He pressed his lips to your earlobe, making you shiver against him. That snapped you out from your dazed state.

“Doctor Pace…” You started, feeling his fingers to move even further south.

He pressed you to his torso more firmly. “Yes, miss [surname]?”

“I think you already checked both of the scars.”

“True that…” He teased you with his impossibly low tone. “I think there is more I want to check.”

Before you could react, his fingers slid down to find your folds. You moaned at the sudden contact.

“My my…” He purred into your skin. “You are dripping wet already.” He stroked your folds slowly, smearing your wetness all over your labia. “Is that because of me?”

You were rendered speechless already so the only answer you managed to give him was a slight nod. After that, he pressed you to his torso once again and you felt a bulge forming in his trousers, pressing into your bum.

“This is because of you.” He whispered to your neck, his lips touching your skin delicately. “It seems there is a case of mutual desire. It should be investigated further…” He kissed the spot under your ear and you moaned his name. That satisfied him enough to turn you to face him.

His cheeks were stained red but you were sure you are blushing as well. This was leading the most wrong direction and you had no regrets at all. That man was not your doctor anymore and he was bloody handsome, tall and muscular and his fingers were doing… things to you. No wonder your brain waved you goodbye.

Breathing heavily against his broad chest, you raised your chin to look at him. He used that moment to claim your lips and… by all the existent and non-existent gods, his kisses were divine. He plundered your mouth, leaving you breathless, and then he moved further south to pepper your neck with kisses, licks and bites. Your breathing quickened when he wrapped his hands around you and lifted you up onto the kitchen counter. He spread your legs then, finding a comfortable position between them.

That was the moment when you stopped his ministrations. You earned startled look from him, but you smiled more or less reassuringly. He grinned, claiming your mouth again. This kiss was less heated but more deliberate and you felt the wetness pooling between your legs. You stopped him again.

“What are we doing?” You whispered into his lips that were still almost touching yours.

He smiled and stroked your sides. “We both know that already.” He pinned his gaze to yours when his hands travelled past the hem of your T-shirt. He bit at his lower lip mischievously just before he slipped his fingers into the lining of your sweatpants and slid it down your hips along with your undergarments. That bold move made you gasp in surprise, but he held his eyes upon yours, not flinching down or to a side.

“I wish to taste you.” He whispered seductively and you moaned at that thought.

Closing your eyes, you let him to adjust your position at the kitchen counter so your pelvis was right on the edge. You felt his hands to roam over your inner thighs, slowly nearing your centre. Soft rustling of his clothes let you know he kneeled in front of you. His breath upon your skin only confirmed that. You bit at your lower lip in anticipation and opened your eyes. Of course he was watching your reaction. Holding the eye contact, he slowly leaned his head down to your core. Before he could taste you, as he formulated his wish before, he blew at your wet core. The chill of his otherwise hot breath made you shiver. Only then he kissed the soft mound just above your most sensitive spot.

The intense sensation that reverberated through your body made you throw your head back. Your hair brushed the cupboard; you were only millimetres away from hitting yourself very hard or breaking your skull even. None of that happened; Lee’s tongue hit your core instead. You groaned at the sudden contact. Your hips bucked up towards Lee’s mouth instinctively, seeking more of his erotic touch. He complied, though his hands circled your thighs and pushed you back on the kitchen counter. Holding you firmly, he savoured your nether regions vigorously, making you gasp for air. Using his long fingers he spread you even more open, savouring your sweet wetness.

It is needless to say that it has been quite a time since you have been treated this way the last time. With doctor’s expert skills, you were already bolting for your peak. The sounds you were making were almost unhuman; you were not even able to moan his simple name. To top his ministrations, he added one finger to his teasing, sliding carefully into your moist cave. The feeling made you buck your hips up again, almost withdrawing the source of your euphoria. Doctor chuckled, holding you firmer, sliding his digit deeper into you.

“So tight…” He murmured into your swollen slick pearl before taking it between his lips. “So wet…” He continued between his salacious licks, driving you crazy. Such a dirty talker he was.

“How close are you?” He asked with his low rumbling voice.

“C-close!” You panted, squeezing your inner muscles around his finger. Doctor understood that as an invitation for one more finger, making you scream wildly. White spots started to dance before your eyes, your breath quickened. You were about to erupt as a volcano that has been sleeping for several centuries, if the electric currents, emitted from your burning centre and contracting your muscles violently, were a clue.

Doctor Lee then turned his fingers within you and curled them in ’come hither’ motion. With the precise pressure on your sensitive nub and hitting your inner sweet spot, he sent you to a vortex of ultimate passion. You screamed something that should have been his name probably; or some profanities even; not caring of who can hear you. For a small moment, everything went blank. Your muscles relaxed and you felt the doctor to take you carefully into his arms, carrying you to your bed. Being laid into your soft cushions, you eventually descended from your high, smiling widely.

“That was unbelievable.” You proclaimed after catching your breath.

“I am not finished yet.” Doctor Pace promised – or threatened. Unbuttoning his shirt with his intense stare pinned onto you, your lust has been growing again.

“I should listen to my doctor’s advice then.” You teased him, getting rid of your tee.

Morning light woke you up instead of your alarm clock. You groaned, realising that you overslept due to the last night’s events. Realising that other fact, you turned lazily to the side, searching for the insatiable man that was the cause of your tiredness. To your surprise, the place next to you was empty, his pillow already cold. He must have left a long time ago. Sitting upright, you groaned once again, feeling the soreness in every muscle of your body. That man was a beast…

You took short but hot shower to release the muscle pain and got dressed up quickly, skipping some of your morning rituals. Packing your breakfast for work, you found a business card placed on top of your purse.

’Today, 2:30 pm, my office. Don’t be late. X, Lee’

It was goddamn cold. Not commonly-autumn cold but freezing cold. Temperature dropped far below average this November; last weekend it was snowing for the first time this upcoming winter. The thin layer of snow melted during the following day and since then, it was raining. This day was not an exception, though the heavy skies seemed to be somehow tired, blessing the city with occasional showers. Nevertheless, a cold wind started to blow, casting out the last remnants of warmth from anyone who was foolish enough to go out, including you.

You cursed under your breath when the strong wind revealed your coat open. Wrapping it tightly around you, you hung your head low and like this you were fighting your way through almost empty streets towards the metro station. You cursed under your breath when the wind raised some rain-forgotten dust and blew it into your eyes. It stung and you were unable to clean your vision in this nasty weather, no matter how hard you tried. To make this day even better, you stumbled into the first person you met outside since you left your work more than ten minutes ago. You muttered your apologies and rushed forward, but that person, quite tall in your blurred vision, stopped you by taking your upper arm.

“Miss [Surname]?” His deep voice was somehow familiar.

You turned to him and tried to focus your still stinging and now teary eyes. “Yes?” It was definitely a very tall man. He was wrapped in his coat too and his scarf flew wildly in that insane wind, but you recognised his features anyway. “Oh, doctor Pace!”

He smiled down at you. “Yes, it is me. You seem to be rushing somewhere.”

“Except away from this nasty weather? Just home.” You replied, trying to comb your hair. Unsuccessfully, of course. “It was a long day.”

“Come, I can give you a ride.” He offered, still smiling down at you. “We can stop somewhere to warm ourselves with coffee or tea if you have time.”

That was not a bad idea and… this man saved your life four years ago after all. You had no chance to thank him and this seemed to be a good opportunity to do so.

“Sure, doctor. It will be my pleasure.”

“No, it will be mine.” He moved his hand towards cars parking on the side of the road. “My car is there. Come.”

~ flashback ~

It had been a common appendectomy. Or at least it had been supposed to be. Your surgeon had seen a mass growing on your right ovary and told you about it immediately after you had been woken up. Following blood tests, scans and biopsy had showed it was a tumour. Another surgery had followed when it was removed successfully though it had left a metastasis. Nesting near to your spine and growing, it had created too much pressure so you had been in constant pain until it was removed. Luckily enough, that had been the last one tumour you had to have removed from your body. A chemotherapy that had followed immediately after had left you weak and nauseous, though your will was stronger than ever. It was a dreadful year behind you, but you were prepared to fight for your life. Two years ago, after some scheduled test, you were assured that there was no sign of cancer left in your body. You were officially cured. For now.

~ end of flashback ~

The small cafeteria near your home was warm and cosy. You used to spend a lot of time there, meeting with your friends or reading a book all alone; no one had ever chased you away because you were sitting there for too long or drank too little. You knew the owner well, though you were never the best friends. Arriving there just before 6 pm, the place was rather full, yet ‘your armchair’ booth was free.

Doctor Pace was a proper gentleman, helping you to undress your warm coat and hanging it together with his on a nearby hook. Waiting for you to sit first, he sat on the chair opposite you, smiling at you warmly.

“I have never been here though I have heard a lot about this place from my patients.”

You chuckled. “Your patients have to be my friends then. Though I am glad that place is not that popular as some other places in the downtown.”

Doctor nodded and took the menu. “So what do you recommend to me?”

“It depends.” You smiled warmly.

“On what?”

“If you like tea or coffee more.”

“Coffee for me.” He replied after a short pause. “Though I leave it to your choice.”

You beamed at him and waved for a waiter to come. “Two café latte with a picture, please.”

The waiter smiled his perfect smile. “As always.” He said with noticeable British accent and left.

Your gaze followed him for a certain while, admiring his booty in those brown trousers with suspenders. It was part of a dress code of the employees there, as you have noticed long time ago. You returned your gaze to another handsome man. “Do you agree with my choice?”

“Sure.” He chuckled. “But with a picture?”

You nodded proudly. “A picture on the foam. That waiter is really skilled in this art. Once he created a dragon for me.” Recalling the picture you missed a spark in doctor’s eyes. You averted your gaze, looking at the bar where your latte was already being prepared. “Half of the girls in here are smitten with him. I am sort of too, but in a good way.” You chuckled again. “I admire his skills.”

“Only his skills?” Doctor Pace teased you.

You blushed and returned your gaze to him once again. “Yes, only his skills.” You replied, not letting him to get under your skin. Metaphorically, as literally he was there already. “So, doctor… It seems you are doing well.”

“Yes.” He inclined his head as if bashful. “I am not working for the General anymore.”

“So you are on your own?”

He nodded but not replied verbally as the waiter brought your lattes. You thanked him with a smile and looked down on the cup. “Look, a swan!” You laughed. “What do you have?” You leaned forward to look at the picture.

He crooked his eyebrows. “A bear, I think.”

“He is lazy today.” You stated. “Usually he plays more with it.”

“Perhaps he is just busy.”

You looked up at him and noticed his eyes are pinned to your cleavage. You leaned back but you took heed to make it look natural. “So you are on your own. But you are a surgeon. How do you manage to earn money like that? Because as far as I know, you are not doing plastic surgeries.”

“No, I am not a plastic surgeon. I was worried about exactly what you have said, that I would have no clients, but somehow it works. Not being in General, I am not bound by their schedules so I can do more urgent patients when needed. My former colleagues send to me these patients frequently.”

“So you are really doing great. Your car was a hint, by the way.” You chuckled.

He laughed on your remark. “Yes, that car might be a hint. The private clinic allows me to spend my time more comfortably and the pay is good. Not that good as I was thinking but it is enough for me to survive somehow and to feed that car.”

You chuckled, comforted by his sense of humour. You liked his nature too, he was kind and gentle. You remembered him joking before your surgery to calm your nerves. He was a sweetheart of a doctor, you could say.

“So what are you doing, miss [surname]? And working is not an answer.” He took a sip of his latte and looked up at you.

“[Name], please.” You offered to him. “We do not need to hold some decorum here.”

“[Name].” You name rolled off his tongue as a sweet honey. Your spine shivered at his tone and you lowered your eyes, bashfully blushing. “Then you have to call me Lee.” He offered to you as compensation and smiled at you.

“Sure, doctor Lee.” You teased him a little and took a sip of your own latte to hide your growing blush. A warm coffee would explain it, you thought to yourself. “Indeed, I am working. It is a boring office work but I cannot complain. It was pretty hard to find an employer that would tolerate my too-often absences.”

“Are you still struggling with your disease?”

“Thankfully not. I was proclaimed healthy not that long time ago but I am still monitored if there are no other tumours growing.” Your eyes dropped to your cup and distorted image of the foamy swan. “One can never be sure that cancer is gone for good.”

Doctor Pace nodded at your statement. “Though, you are quite a fighter. I kept an eye on your case just to be sure you are doing well, and you indeed did. I mean, you had not given up even when it seemed you will not last longer than a couple of days.”

“I had no other choice.” You admitted bitterly. “I was too young to die even by my own standards. And you helped to save my life too. I can never express how thankful I am for your sharp eye, doctor.”

“Lee, please. I am not in my clinic.” He chuckled. “And you are not my patient anymore. Though, I would not mind to have my hands within you again.” He teased you.

You blushed violently. “Doctor Pace, why would you say such thing?”

He shrugged. “You have one of the most beautiful uteruses I have ever seen during my career.”

You blushed again. “Doctor…”

He laughed. “I am so sorry, [name]. You are not used to our humour. Though, you seem to rather enjoy it.”

You chuckled. “I do enjoy your company, doctor. This day seemed to be a disaster from its beginning but now I cannot complain.”

“You are spoiling me.” He disarmed you with another of his sweet smiles. “I am not sure I deserve that much praise.”

“I will blush…” You lowered your gaze bashfully.

“You are blushing already, miss [surname].” He teased.

“Should I be embarrassed?” You asked him, supressing a laugh.

“Certainly not.” He assured you and took a sip from his coffee. “And this bear-latte is delicious. I am surprised I have not heard about this place before from either my patients or friends.”

“They do not know what is good.” You teased again. “Before my… struggles, I used to be here every day but then the complications came…” You did not have to say any more, doctor Pace understood that rather well. You sighed heavily and returned your focus to your coffee.

“Hey…” Doctor Pace reached for your hand and stroked it gently. “The past is past. But tomorrow is tomorrow.” He smiled at you warmly. “Think about it.”

You chuckled. “Right. I have to be more optimistic.” You looked up at him. “But what if I do not want to think about tomorrow? What if I simply want to enjoy the present?”

“And do you?” He teased you.

“Oh gosh yes.” You admitted, finishing off your coffee.

Doctor Pace laughed and finished his coffee too. “So, do you wish me to ride you home?” He smiled at you.

“You are a real gentleman, doctor.” You said, blushing again. “I am not used to men acting that nicely around me.”

“They are no men then.” He looked at you seriously. “It is this age, when young males are rude and offensive towards females. I do not understand it and I do not understand even more that the girls are letting them. I mean, do not have they at least some self-respect? Where is the romance in calling a girlfriend whore or slut? Why is the biggest quality of a woman to be able to orally satisfy her partner? Where is the place for wisdom, intelligence or inner beauty?” He shook his head.

“You are old-schooled.” You remarked.

“Perhaps I am, but I do not see that as a fault of a character.”

You leaned back in your armchair. “Tell me about the inner beauty.”

He looked up at you. “Because I am a surgeon?” He teased you to ease the mood a little. You had to chuckle. “As a doctor, I meet many people. It is not unusual to deal with the families of my patients and I am quite observant; or at least many say I am. I can tell if someone´s character is a dull one or if one has their wits. Man does not have to be a sex-symbol to be gentle and caring. Look at me! I am a giant!” He laughed. “When I was a child, many told me that I shall be a basketball player or a miner; because of my physique. And where am I now?”

“Why did you choose to be a doctor?” You were curious.

He shrugged. “I wished to help people. It might sound like a cliché but seeing my patients recovered brings me a real joy. Just look at yourself, [name]. Your prognoses were grim, so to speak. They gave you months to live. And look where you are now. A young successful woman, living her life on her terms, not on the terms of the illness and medicine.”

You averted your gaze. “I am not that successful.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Why do you think so? You have a job, your own apartment… You do not need to own a yacht to be proclaimed successful. What is inside, counts. Not the property.”

“Do you own a yacht?” You teased him.

“No. But I have a farm.”

“Oh? Do you?” Him, having a farm? That would be the last thing you could think of.

He nodded. “Though, I do not have much time to spend there. My family takes care of it instead of me.”

“You family?” You dropped your eyes. “Are you married?”

“Is that a hint of sadness in your tone?” He teased you. “No, I am not married. My sister and her family lives there. And I do not have a girlfriend either so you do not have to worry. The only chicks I have are one feet tall and feathered. I am free to take.”

You blushed violently this time. “I would never consider it, doctor.” You defended yourself, though it was not the entire truth. Would you not be his former patient, you would consider it.

“Let us have dinner together.” He proposed. “I pay.”

You shook your head. “I am sorry to decline that offer, but I have to. Even when I am officially healthy now, I am still on a strict diet. Macrobiotic, to be specific.”

“I know what that means.” He smiled. “So, when you cannot go to a restaurant with me… we shall cook something together. Your place or mine, it is your choice.”