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I traced my fingers along her bare shoulder. I felt her relax under my touch. Her breathing was slow and deep. Last night was definitely interesting. I didn't know that Jaycee was that good in bed. We had sex for most of the night and I knew that I was going to be absolutely knackered for my shift this morning. I couldn't help but to think at the back of my mind what it would be like to kiss Lilac. I know it's stupid, she's a senior doctor and I'm just me. And she's most likely straight. So I guess having a fling with Jaycee was worth it.

"You know, I think you're better in bed than the ring," I mused, tucking strands of hair behind her ear.

"Well what can I say?" She smirked, rolling onto her back.

"Well you didn't say much last night,"

"Well you left me speechless,"

"Lets just say I know how to please a woman," I smirked, climbing out of the bed, "So what is this Jay," I sighed, slipping a dressing gown on.

"What do you want it to be?"

"You're the one who came to my door Jay, so either its with no strings attached or you need to take me to dinner,"

"Well let's just see where things go," She smiled, getting up. I let my eyes roam over her toned and lean body. Damn.

"You know, you look sexier than the last time I saw you,"

"Thanks," She smiled, strutting over to me. I couldn't help but to lick my lips when she stood in front of me.

"I'm a coffee before more sex kind of girl," I smiled, tracing the scar I left on her cheek.

"Well how about I get you coffee?"

"Or maybe you should go to school,"

"Fuck that," she smiled, grabbing me and laying me on the bed. I lost all my air when she put all of her body weight on me. She looked down on me with a smirk.

"I haven't had my coffee," I cried, her lips tracing up my jaw.

"Trust me Addi, you won't need it," She mumbled, kissing my lips again. Her lips were so soft and warm.

"Prove it," I smirked, rolling us over and pinning her arms above her head. She had a surprised expression on her face. Like last night, she isn't as dominant as me. Her eyes were filled with lust and I could tell she wanted to go again.

"Seems I have the upper hand," I sucked on her neck below her ear, causing her to moan.

"And I'm getting coffee," I traced my finger to her lips and quickly got out of the room. I made sure to sway my hips on the way out. I made my way into the shower and looked over my body. I had hickeys all over from my neck down to my stomach. Jaycee really knew how to please a girl. I slipped the dressing gown off and hopped into the warm water. I really wasn't in the mood to work today. I glanced in the mirror and saw that the bruise on my ribs had gone down quite a bit. The pain was still there but it wasn't as noticeable as before. I finished in the shower and got changed into my green scrubs. I walked out and headed towards the kitchen. I started brewing the coffees and tied my hair into my braids.

"So you're not going to school then?" I asked, handing Jaycee her coffee when she came into the room. She was wearing the same clothes as last night. She looked like she had showered, her hair was wet and tangled.

"Nope, I'd rather train,"

"Remember that training too much can lead to less progress,"

"Well I think I'm making progress here," she laughed, drying her hair in front of the heater.

"I have to go to work Jay, so you need to go," I smiled, kissing her cheek.

"But wouldn't it be nice if you came home to me?" She questioned, taking in my attire.

"Yes, but I'm working late,"

"What do you do?" She asked, eating the other half of my muffin.

"I'm a junior doctor,"

"So you're old?" I laughed.

"I'm only twenty two, I studied eight years of medicine in four years,"

"How?" She asked.

"It's called dedication and smarts," I smiled, grabbing my keys.

"Well Doctor Wilcox, I think I need a checkup," she wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing her body into mine.

"Well you'll have to do more than that," I smiled, moving out of her grasp.

"I'll text you," She smiled, making her way out the door.

"I look forward to it," I smirked, hearing the door close.

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Lilac's P.O.V

I was making my way through the emergency ward. I hadn't seen Addison yet today. I wonder if she called in sick or not. I made my way to the main desk and looked over some patients notes.

"I have a heart scan I need you to look at. The patient is a thirty five year old male who suffered a heart attack while playing football," I looked up and smiled when I saw Addison standing there. Her blonde hair was in her familiar French braids.

"Hello to you too," I laughed, grabbing the paperwork from her. I back tracked and looked at her neck again seeing multiple purple bruises. Did she hook up with someone? Did she have someone in her life? So was she straight?

"Get into a lip fight?" I asked, gesturing to her neck, before looking at the scans on the computer.

"You could say that," I heard the cockiness in her voice which made me want to roll my eyes.

"It's professional to cover up hickeys while in the workplace," I told her, sounding more harsh than I had intended too. Why was I being so harsh? Was I jealous? Why would I be jealous? I don't even like Addison. Heck she's straight!

"I don't think lifting colleagues shirts at the workplace is professional either Doctor Willows but you did it anyway," she replied with the same harsh tone that I had towards her. I sighed, regretting doing that.

"Well Doctor Wilcox, you were affecting the workplace because you clearly weren't fit to work and as a senior doctor, I had every right to see what was wrong," I back answered, writing down what I saw in the scan.

"You were in my personal space!"

"Because I was worried Okay!" I yelled slightly louder than I had planned. I instantly regretted it because some of the fellow staff and patients looked in our direction, "Please get Rupert to look at the scan, I'm going to have lunch," I mumbled, giving her the scan before leaving the emergency ward. God she's frustrating sometimes. But why can't I stop thinking about her? Ugh.

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