(Author's note: Smut warning, Smut fantasies.)
George's POV
I was distracted all day, well most of the week. There's this woman that's been constantly on my mind and there's absolutely nothing I can do to shift my focus. Her face, her ravishingly beautiful face and her angel eyes kept swimming and shifting into form in my head. And whenever she passed me in the hospital corridors and she smiled at me for real, I could easily feel my heart hammer in my chest before her smile would stop my heart completely. The heat in my skin was becoming all the more obvious and noticeable to all that I spoke to. My eyes followed her as if she was the only thing they could see. I dreamt on my feet of being with her, just being with her, talking to her as if I'd have any courage to do that. To see her up close, to take in every detail of her gorgeous features, the different tones of her hair and the different colours of her eyes. To touch her if she permitted, her skin, her hair, to take in her scent. To- to-. "You know you can always say hello to me, Dr O'Malley." And just like that there she was, right beside me. Her eyes studied me. She wore that lovely heart stopping smile on her gorgeous face. Her eyes were light, warm and beautiful and she looked deeply into mine. I still could not speak, not daring to believe that the vision of my usual dream was just that or if it was real. "Would you like me to pinch you Dr O'Malley?" She asked, her grin now broad across her face. "What? Did you read my mind or something?" I asked, coming to my senses, somewhat. She then let out the dirtiest giggle I'd ever heard. "Nope. So you really weren't aware of the words 'This isn't real' coming out of your mouth?" She said, dripping with humour. I shook my head. "I said that out loud?" I said. "Yeah you did." She said bursting into more dirty giggles. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't really laugh." She added. "You probably think I'm really stupid." I told her. "No, not at all. I think you're really sweet actually." She stated. "Can I buy you a drink later?" I asked impulsively. "If it means you don't need to daydream about me maybe I'll buy you a drink." She said flirtatiously, biting her bottom lip. She then leant up and kissed me on the cheek. "See you later, daydreamer." She said wandering off to resume her duties. I was back to being unable to form words in her wake. I didn't fail to notice the way she swayed her hips as she walked. Back to reality. Back to work. Back to earth with a crash and me in a messed heap on the ground. Later, I was in a supply room oblivious to anybody else in the room with me until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped out of my skin as I turned to look at who'd done it. "Hey, daydreamer. Didn't mean to scare ya." She said. I blushed and stared at her in a stupor. "No, it's OK. Scare me all you like. Good to know I'm alive." I stammered. She giggled her dirty laugh before she pulled me into her. "I was going to grab your ass but I thought better of it. I thought maybe it would cross a line." She said. She was going to- wow! "I don't mind you doing it." I muttered and blushed even hotter at the thought. "You are so adorable, daydreamer." She stated, trying to repress her laughter and failing. "I like it when you blush. It makes you look even more gorgeous than you already are." She purred in my ear and I lost concentration completely. "I like you, George. I really like you very much. And I know you fancy me." She went on. "You have no idea." I whispered.
Y/n's POV
Everytime I was anywhere near George O'Malley, I felt the pull towards him, like I could no longer stay away. I couldn't stop fantasising about him, about the things I wanted to do with him in that supply room. I had to keep resisting no matter how difficult it was. My mind strayed before I could stop it.
*Smutty fantasy*
George was sat naked, blindfolded and tied to a chair with his legs spread open and tied to each if the chair's front legs and his male endowments were laid out plain for me to see. I was dressed in a leather black skirted corset, a matching thong and fishnet stockings. The leather square heeled boots laced up to halfway up my ankles. I wanted him to hear my heels clacking on the floor. In my hand was a long, leather whip. I gently strode over towards the glorious spectacle that was the naked George in his splendor and I gently placed my booted foot between his thighs just below his jewels. I stared at his meatiness. "Impressive equipment, Dr O'Malley. Exactly as I'd hoped. Not too big for my mouth and yet big enough to satisfy my drenched and throbbing core." I told him appreciatively, dragging my tongue across my top lip. I traced the whip in my hand up and down his bare torso which earned me a breathy moan which got louder the lower I went. "Please let me see you, y/n. Let me touch you." He pleaded. I grinned and made my way slowly to his side and leant down to take his ear between my teeth before tracing my lips down the nape of his neck. He shuddered. "All in good time, daydreamer." I said. I remembered the mirror that he was sat in front of and even in the reflection, he was utterly gorgeous. "You're such a gorgeous man George, sat there vulnerable in all your glory." I whispered in his other ear. "Please, y/n." He hushed. I got down on my knees in front of him and blew outwards onto his equipment. He threw his head back and let out a breathy whimper. I used the whip to stroke the insides of his thighs and that got the reaction I was waiting for. His length went as hot and erect as a red hot poker. "Oh daddy!" I moaned out. "Oh say that again!" He whimpered, biting his lip erotically. "Oh daddy." I purred in his ear. "Touch me. Please touch me. I'm aching so bad." He begged. "You'll be aching all the more when you see what I'm wearing." I countered seductively. And without further ado, I took off his blindfold from behind so he could see me in the mirror. His jaw dropped as he raked his eyes all over me. He swore under his breath. "Like what you see, daydreamer?" I asked. I sauntered around him so I that he had me in his full view. "Oh god! I don't stand a chance with my goddess looking like that!" I giggled at his words. "Please let me have you. Please. Look how hard you make me." He implored. "Good things come to good boys who are patient, daydreamer." I said huskily and with that, I began to dance for him. I twirled, I dipped low then stroked my fishnetted leg on the way back up. I turned and faced the mirror so he could see my ass and snaked my body fluidly. I bent forward so he could see the string of my thong. I turned to face him again and rolled my shoulders and pumped my breasts in and out. I twirled the whip in my fingers like a baton then sliding the leather tab up my clothed womanhood and up body slowly, teasing him, then stroking it across my bust and up and down my cleavage. I finished by straddling his naked lap with the whip in both my hands behind his neck pulling his head towards mine. I kissed his lips hungrily and passionately. Then, reaching into my cleavage, I pulled out a butterfly knife and flicked it open to cut the bonds around George's ankles. Then, I flicked it back again and put it down the side of my boot. "Come on, please let me touch you, you're killing me here." George whined.-
*Back to reality*
"Look who's the daydreamer now!" Said a voice in jest. I came back to my senses and turned to see George stood there blushing at me when my eyes met his. I undressed him with my eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He asked. "Oh just one of the things I want to do to you." I whispered in his ear erotically. "God you're sexy!" I muttered as he had to dash to answer his pager. He shot me a look over his shoulder before he really had to leg it. Just imagining him pounding his cock into my needy core and the look and his moans of pleasure etched on his face had my clit aching and my face flushing. God help my ovaries, I wanted him badly! Later in the locker rooms, George caught me getting changed. I was just pulling my scrub shirt off over my head revealing my body underneath when I could actually feel his eyes on my skin. I only caught the one word from his lips. "Holy-" I grinned seductively. "I don't mind you looking daydreamer." I said quietly. I turned on the spot to give him a good look. I deliberately took off the scrub trousers in front of him. He put his finger in his mouth and bit it. I beckoned him over to me and he obliged. "Come to my house later and this'll come off too." I whispered in his ear suggestively. He agreed and once again I was eager for my turn to watch him get changed and I was not disappointed. He had his back to me and he saw me watching him in the mirror. "Unbelievable." He muttered. I went back to gathering my things from my own locker trying and failing to suppress my giggles. He reappeared round my side of the lockers and I smirked at him. "Nice ass daydreamer." I complimented admiringly. "We are going to get into trouble if you carry on." He said trying not to laugh. "Oh come on George. Can you blame me?" I chided, cackling mischievously. "And besides, why would you get into trouble, it's me that's playing with fire." I added. "Yeah well it's not you that has to hide a public boner." He hissed back. I really laughed at this. "Really?? You didn't! When? I'd have loved to have seen that!" I said. "And that really filthy laugh of yours really doesn't help." He said. "Are you having one right now?" I asked as discreetly as I could. "When you're around it doesn't take much." He stated. "I really do get under that hot and bothered skin of yours don't I?" I asked. "I cannot wait to see your orgasm face." I whispered. "Not. Helping." He chanted with his usual blushing. I giggled again and took him home with me. The rest I'll leave to your imagination.
