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Trials and Celebrations

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Friday afternoon comes with much anxiety. Alice has worried through every possible scenario, rendered her colleagues ears' all deaf with her muttering all week, and been nearly entirely unproductive while lost in her thoughts.

But its excitement, too, and as she watches herself in the mirror she smoothes out her baby blue dress, hoping it's appropriate, but she feels pretty. For once, maybe not Akso nurses pretty, but it feels nice.

A glance at the clock sends a cold rush of blood to her fingers and she presses them to her heart, as if it'll help calm it. I wonder if he's thinking of me. The timer of her oven interrupts her thoughts further and she races to finish up her tasks.

Perfumed, makeup successfully accomplished to accentuate her own blue eyes, cookies packaged, and hair curled in place, she catches a taxi down to the hospital and stands in the all-too-familiar lobby, trying not to look nervous as she stands. It felt like a miracle to even be there.

[->Dr. Grey: I'm in the lobby (:]

One of her imagined scenarios is thinking he might be called into an emergency surgery, or God forbid have an incident of her own, or that he simply would have forgotten, and why couldn't he have? He's so busy and she's just one... patient. She's mentally prepared for any of those possibilities. Mindless matching games on her mobile device certainly came in handy for the wait.

#//she is absolutely playing candy crush #star rps #oc: alice #the color in her world; greyson

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Her character breaks at his feigned scrutiny, but she's glad he plays along and doesn't scrutinize her for being ridiculous in the moment.

Besides, the thought of him making shady deals with a pharmacist just makes her laugh as she begins to take his hand.

It almost seems... no she's imagining things. For a moment she wonders if he stammered too, or seemed flustered, but she's convinced against it.

The warmth of his hand in hers again makes her soften her gaze again, not wanting to let go. "I'm so glad to hear it." She thanks, but she knows the time is short. In the back of her mind she's hoping to leave him with just a few precious minutes to himself, knowing full-well how necessary those minutes are at times.

She lets go and begins to take up her things. Normally she doesn't look back upon leaving his office, usually doesn't have the strength. Today she does. She turns back to give him a wave, filled with more hope than she'd ever felt before. "See- I'll see you!" And already she's beginning to feel like a new person as she passes by the familiar halls and faces of the staff.

Then a harrowing thought settles in as the elevator doors close her in, trapping her in her own mind. What was she going to wear? It would haunt her the rest of the time.

His encouragement sparks her enthusiasm once again, as well as her nerves, because it's actually happening. She tries to focus on anything else, the familiar objects on his walls, his shoes, anything but those clear eyes that make her feel awake, alive, and warm.

"I..." She gulps not wanting to really admit it, but she can't help it. "I tried a lot. I'm so, so bad at it. So bad... but. It's- it's not your recipe! I promise. It's me... just... wasn't." She stops, shaking her head, willing herself to shut up, choosing to let the excitement return.

Timidly she sets in in front of him. "But I did it! I tried it too! Um. Not this portion. But it was really good! I'm so happy!" She stops herself from hugging him, as much as she probably could have in that moment.

"Um- I'll... leave it to you to share. Or not. If you think it's good, only." ~🏞️

There is a moment that Greyson considers shaking her by the shoulders just to stop her from the downward spiral of self-doubt she'd caught herself in, or forcing her to meet his eyes to see to all the concerns that swam in them. Fortunately for the both of them that moment passes quickly when her attention returns to the container so proudly placed on his desk.

Her declaration of success is enough to wind him alone, but the way she shines when she says it makes him feel a little weaker. Like he's seen something so precious and rare that he should devote years to studying it and unraveling its mysteries.

It's an effort to look at the cake container again, but he manages to open the top. "You did a fantastic job, you know." He'd stopped fighting the grin at this point, looking back at her. "After the first or second failure, most people would have given up. I'm so, so happy for you Alice."

The urge to bring her into his arms to congratulate her is almost more than he can bear, but he settles for pouring as much of his joy and affection as either of them can handle into a gentle look as he says "I understand if you have somewhere to be of course but, if not, care to share a slice and a cup of coffee? I've got a bit of time between appointments, and-" he pauses, breath catching as he second guesses himself, "I've always found sweets tasted best when shared in good company."

#rp; prose #star rps #oc: alice #the color in her world; greyson

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Slowly he stands, setting the tea down and moving around the desk to kneel beside her chair. "I know this is a bit more literal than you meant it, but," reaching into the pocket of his white coat, he pulls out the stethoscope she's seen so many times and hands the ear pieces to her. "Please, indulge me."

"Only you can make it sound like this, Alice"

(Just some good old-fashioned tooth rottingly sweet fluff to balance out the overwhelming amount of angst that LaDS is overrun with. Enjoy a snipped of rp with @star-anons-blog 's character Alice and Greyson being absolutely disgusting 【in all the best ways】 together)💜

#breathes AND ALSO?? I CANT BELIEVE HOW FAST YOU JUST #WHIPPED THIS UP #IM SO HONORED #Kay you are a treasure and I'm floored by your talents #writing art and all #you're also just a treasure cause you're YOU all the creative aside #LOVE YOU #star reblogs

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My favorite part of the day has been seeing you.

Oh how her heart wanted to sing. The feeling of his hand over hers, physically pushing her embarrassment out of the way as much as he was her hand.

It's enough to get her giggling again.

She recalled the time she'd teased him about her own prescription once. For some reason it feels far easier to pretend to be...something else. Although, she does give his hand another squeeze before clearing her throat, assuming a more assertive tone.

"Remember, please schedule your next visit at the front desk and don't forget to drop off your prescription."

Letting go, she reaches over his desk for a pen, an action repeated from so many memories, and scribbles down on a blank page of a notepad, not daring to disturb any existing materials. She cranes her neck back up to him and hands him the notepad.

[Text me another recipe?] is all she'd managed to write down in her own neat, albeit loop-heavy handwriting.

Her voice returns to its timid state, but there's warmth and softness there -the kind only he could bring forth. "I'll...um. I'll see you Friday."

His encouragement sparks her enthusiasm once again, as well as her nerves, because it's actually happening. She tries to focus on anything else, the familiar objects on his walls, his shoes, anything but those clear eyes that make her feel awake, alive, and warm.

"I..." She gulps not wanting to really admit it, but she can't help it. "I tried a lot. I'm so, so bad at it. So bad... but. It's- it's not your recipe! I promise. It's me... just... wasn't." She stops, shaking her head, willing herself to shut up, choosing to let the excitement return.

Timidly she sets in in front of him. "But I did it! I tried it too! Um. Not this portion. But it was really good! I'm so happy!" She stops herself from hugging him, as much as she probably could have in that moment.

"Um- I'll... leave it to you to share. Or not. If you think it's good, only." ~🏞️

There is a moment that Greyson considers shaking her by the shoulders just to stop her from the downward spiral of self-doubt she'd caught herself in, or forcing her to meet his eyes to see to all the concerns that swam in them. Fortunately for the both of them that moment passes quickly when her attention returns to the container so proudly placed on his desk.

Her declaration of success is enough to wind him alone, but the way she shines when she says it makes him feel a little weaker. Like he's seen something so precious and rare that he should devote years to studying it and unraveling its mysteries.

It's an effort to look at the cake container again, but he manages to open the top. "You did a fantastic job, you know." He'd stopped fighting the grin at this point, looking back at her. "After the first or second failure, most people would have given up. I'm so, so happy for you Alice."

The urge to bring her into his arms to congratulate her is almost more than he can bear, but he settles for pouring as much of his joy and affection as either of them can handle into a gentle look as he says "I understand if you have somewhere to be of course but, if not, care to share a slice and a cup of coffee? I've got a bit of time between appointments, and-" he pauses, breath catching as he second guesses himself, "I've always found sweets tasted best when shared in good company."

#star rps #the color in her world; greyson #oc: alice

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His heartbeat, strong, steady, faster now, she could drown in it, but his laugh? And the way it sounds against the chestpiece? That's her undoing.

She screams at herself to get it together but the whole of the moment is far too encapsulating. "I'll make sure I'm in the front row. For now I think this will be my favorite song for a while."

She feels it's the clearest she's ever spoken, too far lost in a world of her own as she flutters her eyes open and realizes it's the softest she's ever seen him, and of course it's just for her.

With one hand she reaches to remove the ear pieces and hand it back to him, with the other - her thumb grazes over his chest just slightly, so she can remind herself he's real and this isn't just some fantastic dream, before pulling it away too to hand over fully.

"Thank you-- I-" The nerves return and once again she wants to hide herself. She half does, a hand reaching up cover one side of her face. "I've always wanted to..." He's so close. She's so grateful. All these emotions are so much.

Symphony. She wants to play it a little longer. In a quick movement her arms are around his neck, just a quick hug is all she can bear. "Thank you-- I've always wanted to hear it." It's all she can manage as she pulls back to adjust in her chair, thumbs twiddling together in her lap.

"I'm not-, um, I don't know how much time you have, I know you're probably tired. But... really. Thank you. I'm-- I'm happy." Now both hands do cover her face. "Dr. Greyson...you-- Good thing I'm here you might need to admit me soon..."

His encouragement sparks her enthusiasm once again, as well as her nerves, because it's actually happening. She tries to focus on anything else, the familiar objects on his walls, his shoes, anything but those clear eyes that make her feel awake, alive, and warm.

"I..." She gulps not wanting to really admit it, but she can't help it. "I tried a lot. I'm so, so bad at it. So bad... but. It's- it's not your recipe! I promise. It's me... just... wasn't." She stops, shaking her head, willing herself to shut up, choosing to let the excitement return.

Timidly she sets in in front of him. "But I did it! I tried it too! Um. Not this portion. But it was really good! I'm so happy!" She stops herself from hugging him, as much as she probably could have in that moment.

"Um- I'll... leave it to you to share. Or not. If you think it's good, only." ~🏞️

There is a moment that Greyson considers shaking her by the shoulders just to stop her from the downward spiral of self-doubt she'd caught herself in, or forcing her to meet his eyes to see to all the concerns that swam in them. Fortunately for the both of them that moment passes quickly when her attention returns to the container so proudly placed on his desk.

Her declaration of success is enough to wind him alone, but the way she shines when she says it makes him feel a little weaker. Like he's seen something so precious and rare that he should devote years to studying it and unraveling its mysteries.

It's an effort to look at the cake container again, but he manages to open the top. "You did a fantastic job, you know." He'd stopped fighting the grin at this point, looking back at her. "After the first or second failure, most people would have given up. I'm so, so happy for you Alice."

The urge to bring her into his arms to congratulate her is almost more than he can bear, but he settles for pouring as much of his joy and affection as either of them can handle into a gentle look as he says "I understand if you have somewhere to be of course but, if not, care to share a slice and a cup of coffee? I've got a bit of time between appointments, and-" he pauses, breath catching as he second guesses himself, "I've always found sweets tasted best when shared in good company."

#star rps #oc: alice #the color in her world; greyson

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The movement is not unlike something in a storybook, and suddenly she feels very much like she's in one. At first she'd been hoovering mentally in the silence, her own heart beat enough to drown anything else out as she worried at her words, if she'd said too much that she shouldn't have. But how could she have helped it? She'd certainly mull it over later that night.

Now though, with him handing her so much more than she can comprehend, she wants desperately to cover her own face and hide from his deep gaze that she feels will enrapture her with one flick of his eyelids. Her desire overpowers her. She'd be lying to herself if she didn't think,

She has always wanted to do this.

For her to have this small privilege feels like finally letting go. She can do this. She has the strength. He's giving her the strength. This treasure is hers.

Taking the opposite piece from his grasp, she holds it to her ears and feels her breath catch at the sound, not unlike her very own symphony. It is loud, but strong - stronger she's sure than hers could ever hope to be, and what comfort she takes in it. She slips her fingertips in the space he's made to mirror the movement she's become so accustomed to, secretly yearning for this sort of interaction for so long, his skin so warm against her fingers as she clasps over where he holds the chestpiece. Her eyes clamp shut but there's a smile there.

And mirroring the gentle way he always found some sort of quip to ease her mind, she decides to make an attempt, "I didn't know you were a musician too. You play so well."

His encouragement sparks her enthusiasm once again, as well as her nerves, because it's actually happening. She tries to focus on anything else, the familiar objects on his walls, his shoes, anything but those clear eyes that make her feel awake, alive, and warm.

"I..." She gulps not wanting to really admit it, but she can't help it. "I tried a lot. I'm so, so bad at it. So bad... but. It's- it's not your recipe! I promise. It's me... just... wasn't." She stops, shaking her head, willing herself to shut up, choosing to let the excitement return.

Timidly she sets in in front of him. "But I did it! I tried it too! Um. Not this portion. But it was really good! I'm so happy!" She stops herself from hugging him, as much as she probably could have in that moment.

"Um- I'll... leave it to you to share. Or not. If you think it's good, only." ~🏞️

There is a moment that Greyson considers shaking her by the shoulders just to stop her from the downward spiral of self-doubt she'd caught herself in, or forcing her to meet his eyes to see to all the concerns that swam in them. Fortunately for the both of them that moment passes quickly when her attention returns to the container so proudly placed on his desk.

Her declaration of success is enough to wind him alone, but the way she shines when she says it makes him feel a little weaker. Like he's seen something so precious and rare that he should devote years to studying it and unraveling its mysteries.

It's an effort to look at the cake container again, but he manages to open the top. "You did a fantastic job, you know." He'd stopped fighting the grin at this point, looking back at her. "After the first or second failure, most people would have given up. I'm so, so happy for you Alice."

The urge to bring her into his arms to congratulate her is almost more than he can bear, but he settles for pouring as much of his joy and affection as either of them can handle into a gentle look as he says "I understand if you have somewhere to be of course but, if not, care to share a slice and a cup of coffee? I've got a bit of time between appointments, and-" he pauses, breath catching as he second guesses himself, "I've always found sweets tasted best when shared in good company."

#star rps #the color in her world; greyson #oc: alice #//sooo cute

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"Oh... I..." Her cheeks flush as she finds herself leaning against the desk to sip her tea, as if it'll hide her expression. There's a smirk there. She never could get enough of the little quips he gave. So many times had it brightened her world in moments when she was apt to question every inflection and gesture. "I would for you. You know... I'd tr- I'd try."

She cups the tea in both of hands but looks into the eyes that so captivated her before. "I...I think. Um. I really..."

There's a pause to ease the heat in her cheeks but she stares into the tea now. "I- My word, my coworkers actually hoped I'd have another appointment soon. N-not to wish me ill will! But so I could stop floundering about it. Um...a-about you. I just... think you're wonderful... too. You have a good heart. I know you've seen mine but...I think it'd be nice to get to know yours. If- if that... Sorry, that made more sense in my head."

"I'm grateful, too, you know I- um." She laughs. "Maybe you wouldn't think so much, but I've had more courage lately than I...maybe ever. In so many ways. So... just tell me what you want me to try to make next. I'll try it."

His encouragement sparks her enthusiasm once again, as well as her nerves, because it's actually happening. She tries to focus on anything else, the familiar objects on his walls, his shoes, anything but those clear eyes that make her feel awake, alive, and warm.

"I..." She gulps not wanting to really admit it, but she can't help it. "I tried a lot. I'm so, so bad at it. So bad... but. It's- it's not your recipe! I promise. It's me... just... wasn't." She stops, shaking her head, willing herself to shut up, choosing to let the excitement return.

Timidly she sets in in front of him. "But I did it! I tried it too! Um. Not this portion. But it was really good! I'm so happy!" She stops herself from hugging him, as much as she probably could have in that moment.

"Um- I'll... leave it to you to share. Or not. If you think it's good, only." ~🏞️

There is a moment that Greyson considers shaking her by the shoulders just to stop her from the downward spiral of self-doubt she'd caught herself in, or forcing her to meet his eyes to see to all the concerns that swam in them. Fortunately for the both of them that moment passes quickly when her attention returns to the container so proudly placed on his desk.

Her declaration of success is enough to wind him alone, but the way she shines when she says it makes him feel a little weaker. Like he's seen something so precious and rare that he should devote years to studying it and unraveling its mysteries.

It's an effort to look at the cake container again, but he manages to open the top. "You did a fantastic job, you know." He'd stopped fighting the grin at this point, looking back at her. "After the first or second failure, most people would have given up. I'm so, so happy for you Alice."

The urge to bring her into his arms to congratulate her is almost more than he can bear, but he settles for pouring as much of his joy and affection as either of them can handle into a gentle look as he says "I understand if you have somewhere to be of course but, if not, care to share a slice and a cup of coffee? I've got a bit of time between appointments, and-" he pauses, breath catching as he second guesses himself, "I've always found sweets tasted best when shared in good company."

#star rps #oc: alice #the color in her world; greyson

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just thinking about taking the train home after a late-night mission with xavier.

you’re exhausted and snuggled into his chest, drifting in and out of sleep as the stations sweep past. a few stops from your apartment, you shift, blinking blearily up at xavier. you register your head on his warm chest and his arms cradling you against him.

“xav?” your voice is soft and slightly hoarse with sleep.

“hm?”

his hair falls in front of his eyes as they look towards you. you reach out to brush the pieces aside to see them more clearly — soft and bright, like the stars that are no doubt well and truly out.

“aren’t you tired too?” you murmur around a yawn.

xavier smiles and gives a small shake of his head. “i will never tire of protecting you.”

“xav…” you press your face against his chest, hiding the smile with a quiet faux groan. partly because it’s cheesy, but mostly because you know he means every syllable.

you don’t see, but he smiles at your response and brings a hand up to stroke your hair gently.

“go back to sleep, angel. i’ll wake you when we’re home.”

in truth, you are already halfway there, but his permission is the nudge you need to be lulled back into slumber.

you accept his offer and show your gratitude with a rub of your nose against his chest, and a small kiss to the clothed skin, before you find rest — as you always do — in xavier’s arms.

“sweet dreams, my star.”

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It's not so much the words, but the gentle way he says it–says anything to her really– that can calm her in nearly an instant. As if to breathe in relief, shd finally has the strength to squeeze her fingers into his just lightly.

"Ok." And she says it with a smile so warm it makes her own cheeks hurt, as if they weren't aching already even from her smiling through her shyness. "I'll... I'm looking forward to Friday then...Grey." Her attention turned to the unpoured mugs he'd brought over. "Tea's as good as anything to celebrate, right? With cake it feels like a pre- ah, maybe a wish to your continued success..." Letting go of his hands, she immediately feels the absence of his warmth but is no longer trembling as she takes the liberty of putting some tea into their mugs and passing it to him after a moment. "To... your success. I hope you and your tools don't get stuck-in-testing-forever syndrome." She giggled, "Cause... then you'll be very late this weekend."

His encouragement sparks her enthusiasm once again, as well as her nerves, because it's actually happening. She tries to focus on anything else, the familiar objects on his walls, his shoes, anything but those clear eyes that make her feel awake, alive, and warm.

"I..." She gulps not wanting to really admit it, but she can't help it. "I tried a lot. I'm so, so bad at it. So bad... but. It's- it's not your recipe! I promise. It's me... just... wasn't." She stops, shaking her head, willing herself to shut up, choosing to let the excitement return.

Timidly she sets in in front of him. "But I did it! I tried it too! Um. Not this portion. But it was really good! I'm so happy!" She stops herself from hugging him, as much as she probably could have in that moment.

"Um- I'll... leave it to you to share. Or not. If you think it's good, only." ~🏞️

There is a moment that Greyson considers shaking her by the shoulders just to stop her from the downward spiral of self-doubt she'd caught herself in, or forcing her to meet his eyes to see to all the concerns that swam in them. Fortunately for the both of them that moment passes quickly when her attention returns to the container so proudly placed on his desk.

Her declaration of success is enough to wind him alone, but the way she shines when she says it makes him feel a little weaker. Like he's seen something so precious and rare that he should devote years to studying it and unraveling its mysteries.

It's an effort to look at the cake container again, but he manages to open the top. "You did a fantastic job, you know." He'd stopped fighting the grin at this point, looking back at her. "After the first or second failure, most people would have given up. I'm so, so happy for you Alice."

The urge to bring her into his arms to congratulate her is almost more than he can bear, but he settles for pouring as much of his joy and affection as either of them can handle into a gentle look as he says "I understand if you have somewhere to be of course but, if not, care to share a slice and a cup of coffee? I've got a bit of time between appointments, and-" he pauses, breath catching as he second guesses himself, "I've always found sweets tasted best when shared in good company."

#star rps #oc: alice #the color in her world; Greyson

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The gentle squeeze, his elated tone, the eye contact that made it feel like her lungs caught fire was almost enough to distract her from what she swore she saw - a tiny tinge of pink in his cheeks, although, she quickly passed it off due to her own heightened state and the fact that she always thought he was glowing, quite like an oil painting come to life.

Now she was here sitting in a painting of her own, and she wondered how it looked from the outside. She couldn't squeeze his hand back, wouldn't dare, didn't have the strength, but she didn't pull away, even when her stomach did loop-di-loops at the further offering. Dinner? A real date? And here she thought she was immensely lucky already with the inference of being able to visit his office again, luckier than any woman in the world, just to see him again like this, let alone anything else.

"I... I'd be honored to help you celebrate. I'm... um. I really hope that's going well. I'm excited for you!" She added a nod at the end, hoping it sounded genuine because she was, but she just knew her tone might give away even more of her rising nerves.

"I..." She took a breath to steady herself, but it would have killed her not to ask. For all her anxiety, she'd learned sometimes she'd rather have ripped a band-aid off. "It's ok if it's me? I mean..ah, won't... the other staff... think it's strange? I'm... I don't-I don't mind. I just-- I don't want you to..."

His encouragement sparks her enthusiasm once again, as well as her nerves, because it's actually happening. She tries to focus on anything else, the familiar objects on his walls, his shoes, anything but those clear eyes that make her feel awake, alive, and warm.

"I..." She gulps not wanting to really admit it, but she can't help it. "I tried a lot. I'm so, so bad at it. So bad... but. It's- it's not your recipe! I promise. It's me... just... wasn't." She stops, shaking her head, willing herself to shut up, choosing to let the excitement return.

Timidly she sets in in front of him. "But I did it! I tried it too! Um. Not this portion. But it was really good! I'm so happy!" She stops herself from hugging him, as much as she probably could have in that moment.

"Um- I'll... leave it to you to share. Or not. If you think it's good, only." ~🏞️

There is a moment that Greyson considers shaking her by the shoulders just to stop her from the downward spiral of self-doubt she'd caught herself in, or forcing her to meet his eyes to see to all the concerns that swam in them. Fortunately for the both of them that moment passes quickly when her attention returns to the container so proudly placed on his desk.

Her declaration of success is enough to wind him alone, but the way she shines when she says it makes him feel a little weaker. Like he's seen something so precious and rare that he should devote years to studying it and unraveling its mysteries.

It's an effort to look at the cake container again, but he manages to open the top. "You did a fantastic job, you know." He'd stopped fighting the grin at this point, looking back at her. "After the first or second failure, most people would have given up. I'm so, so happy for you Alice."

The urge to bring her into his arms to congratulate her is almost more than he can bear, but he settles for pouring as much of his joy and affection as either of them can handle into a gentle look as he says "I understand if you have somewhere to be of course but, if not, care to share a slice and a cup of coffee? I've got a bit of time between appointments, and-" he pauses, breath catching as he second guesses himself, "I've always found sweets tasted best when shared in good company."

#star rps #oc: alice #Greyson; the color in her world

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We got our staff photos updated at Akso this week, so when you visit the Cardiology Research and Surgical Clinic, this will be the new photo hanging in the foyer.

I think they did a pretty good job capturing my best side 😊 photo by @dawnbreakersgaze

#Alice is in a puddle in the corner #Greyson

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Mm! *Can't help a small moan at the feeling, but looks disappointed at being pulled away, licking at the bottom of her own lip to confirm the taste* Captain... how can you tease me so?

*Reaches up timidly to brush away a strand of Jenna's hair* Tell me, what do you want next?

*suggestive* Hey Captain.... Something's wrong with my bra strap, can you fix it??

Kneel down and beg for it, pet. Maybe I consider tying your wonderful breasts up for you.

*smirks and points to her feet*

#star rps #cw suggestive

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*Blushes even more and moves her head forward, lips parted* Then... you can have it. Please take it.

*Moves her hand over her bare chest as if to calm her heart, and the goosebumps there* Do you want me to beg you again, Ma'am? Kiss me, please. Please. I just want to be good for you.

*suggestive* Hey Captain.... Something's wrong with my bra strap, can you fix it??

Kneel down and beg for it, pet. Maybe I consider tying your wonderful breasts up for you.

*smirks and points to her feet*

#star rps #cw suggestive

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Of course she felt slightly embarrassed having admitted she'd read anything, not sure how to take his reaction. It had opportunity to make her feel like she was creepy but she tried to swallow it down. Now she was indeed glad about not having admitted she'd once, perhaps twice, reviewed him on the internet for research purposes upon being handed over to a new doctor. For research once and then purely in admiration after having met him the first time. Purely. Not because he was dreamy.

Then the outstretched palm, the word date flittering on her ears, well in Alice's case it went from flittering to slamming like a door flung wide open, exposing her small, quiet frame in denial that she was in fact completely head over heels. And oh how she had tripped in some in front of him before, but now was not the time to remember that incident...

She doesn't miss or mince the invitation, not needing to bring anything but herself, and it fills her with even more hope. It's more than she thought she'd reach in months. This alone was enough, sitting here with him looking at her so softly and intently was enough. The idea of anything more felt like a blessing in itself –the offer alone, even if it never happened.

So she looks away at the wall, as if it will hide her full tooth smile because it's impossible bury now. Even looking away, she stretches her fingers out to catch the tips of his and then clasps her hand around his, hoping hers aren't too cold because they always are and his palm is so warm and comforting. It is magic and it is grounding all the same; the same steadiness she's sure he exudes in surgeries makes her feel like she won't float away. She can finally try to meet his eyes shyly, even as her thoughts swirl about the where, the when, the what, the meaning.

"I'll meet you h-here then? Or...? I'm... Just let me know next-" Breathe. "When next you have time! I don't work every other Friday also. And- I'd even swing by on a night shift to cheer you on!" She laughs.

His encouragement sparks her enthusiasm once again, as well as her nerves, because it's actually happening. She tries to focus on anything else, the familiar objects on his walls, his shoes, anything but those clear eyes that make her feel awake, alive, and warm.

"I..." She gulps not wanting to really admit it, but she can't help it. "I tried a lot. I'm so, so bad at it. So bad... but. It's- it's not your recipe! I promise. It's me... just... wasn't." She stops, shaking her head, willing herself to shut up, choosing to let the excitement return.

Timidly she sets in in front of him. "But I did it! I tried it too! Um. Not this portion. But it was really good! I'm so happy!" She stops herself from hugging him, as much as she probably could have in that moment.

"Um- I'll... leave it to you to share. Or not. If you think it's good, only." ~🏞️

There is a moment that Greyson considers shaking her by the shoulders just to stop her from the downward spiral of self-doubt she'd caught herself in, or forcing her to meet his eyes to see to all the concerns that swam in them. Fortunately for the both of them that moment passes quickly when her attention returns to the container so proudly placed on his desk.

Her declaration of success is enough to wind him alone, but the way she shines when she says it makes him feel a little weaker. Like he's seen something so precious and rare that he should devote years to studying it and unraveling its mysteries.

It's an effort to look at the cake container again, but he manages to open the top. "You did a fantastic job, you know." He'd stopped fighting the grin at this point, looking back at her. "After the first or second failure, most people would have given up. I'm so, so happy for you Alice."

The urge to bring her into his arms to congratulate her is almost more than he can bear, but he settles for pouring as much of his joy and affection as either of them can handle into a gentle look as he says "I understand if you have somewhere to be of course but, if not, care to share a slice and a cup of coffee? I've got a bit of time between appointments, and-" he pauses, breath catching as he second guesses himself, "I've always found sweets tasted best when shared in good company."

#star rps #oc: alice

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Her heart aches for a moment at the thought of what the catastrophe had done, their stories not uncommon throughout the Linkon and greater Linkon areas. There was still issues being filed for claims about it even so many years later.

As she continues to listen to him illustrate his home, however, she can almost picture the quaint place nestled in its land, happy animals, crisp apples, changing leaves, neighing of horses in the distance. The very image is peaceful, but moreso is the way he talks about it, the way his eyes almost change shape in adoration.

She's caught up in a delusion of a soft fall day, pretty grey blue skies that match his eyes, some quiet orchard moment, when she realizes what he's saying. He's glad to see her too.

It's impossible to hide her reaction, the smile that grows, she feels her arms cross over themselves on the desk in front of her, as if both trying to hide herself and also trying to cage the butterflies within her from spilling out of her chest. She wants nothing more than more moments like this, just to be in his space, just to feel this peace.

"I..." The prospect burdens heavy on her heart but she's carried it this far, and she's a bit stronger for it now. "I guess... I'll have to find more things to bring you. Um." Her heart catches in her throat and the napkin in front of her is certainly interesting, so she starts twisting it between her forefinger and her thumb absentminded as she begins to stammer. The last thing -the very last thing- she wants to do is impose whatsoever. But, it's hard not to hope by some kind of god or spirit in the universe that maybe, just maybe, he does want to see her agian.

"I'm happy to drop things off, if you need anything. Since City Hall is closeby. I'm happy just to-..., I- I mean, because, I know doctors work so hard. Or, I know you especially. I read one of your research articles. Or -I tried. I don't...I don't speak cardiology. Sort of. I mean you know I have to know some things. But I know you work hard and I know you're probably tired, so. If you want I...I'm available a lot more, um, then you might be." It felt terrifying but she tried to brighten up at the end while her insides were entirely tangled up together. It felt so, so selfish. This was her doctor, at the same time... She tried not to think about how many other pretty nurses were around. Like Yvonne. That woman was confidence and beauty incarnate, everything she wasn't. Or how many other pretty patients he saw and had to examine.

But... right now this was her doctor.

"Next round of nuts for Clopi is on me, Grey."

His encouragement sparks her enthusiasm once again, as well as her nerves, because it's actually happening. She tries to focus on anything else, the familiar objects on his walls, his shoes, anything but those clear eyes that make her feel awake, alive, and warm.

"I..." She gulps not wanting to really admit it, but she can't help it. "I tried a lot. I'm so, so bad at it. So bad... but. It's- it's not your recipe! I promise. It's me... just... wasn't." She stops, shaking her head, willing herself to shut up, choosing to let the excitement return.

Timidly she sets in in front of him. "But I did it! I tried it too! Um. Not this portion. But it was really good! I'm so happy!" She stops herself from hugging him, as much as she probably could have in that moment.

"Um- I'll... leave it to you to share. Or not. If you think it's good, only." ~🏞️

There is a moment that Greyson considers shaking her by the shoulders just to stop her from the downward spiral of self-doubt she'd caught herself in, or forcing her to meet his eyes to see to all the concerns that swam in them. Fortunately for the both of them that moment passes quickly when her attention returns to the container so proudly placed on his desk.

Her declaration of success is enough to wind him alone, but the way she shines when she says it makes him feel a little weaker. Like he's seen something so precious and rare that he should devote years to studying it and unraveling its mysteries.

It's an effort to look at the cake container again, but he manages to open the top. "You did a fantastic job, you know." He'd stopped fighting the grin at this point, looking back at her. "After the first or second failure, most people would have given up. I'm so, so happy for you Alice."

The urge to bring her into his arms to congratulate her is almost more than he can bear, but he settles for pouring as much of his joy and affection as either of them can handle into a gentle look as he says "I understand if you have somewhere to be of course but, if not, care to share a slice and a cup of coffee? I've got a bit of time between appointments, and-" he pauses, breath catching as he second guesses himself, "I've always found sweets tasted best when shared in good company."

#star rps #oc: alice #//and- and #//sorry this was long

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*cheeks heating up even more at the touches, heart pounding so loud she wonders if Jenna can feel it, chewing on her lip to try to stay calm*

More...

*suggestive* Hey Captain.... Something's wrong with my bra strap, can you fix it??

Kneel down and beg for it, pet. Maybe I consider tying your wonderful breasts up for you.

*smirks and points to her feet*

#star rps #cw suggestive

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She doesn't realize she's holding her breath. It's like the lunch box all over again.

There's a singing sensation under her skin asking her to look away, to run, but she can't tear her eyes from him. The expression that washes over him makes her shoulders relax. Well, he didn't look like he was faking it, or overreacting on her behalf. Something... normal. It fills her with pride.

"I'm so glad!" It's a little too loud, she draws a hand over her mouth and turns to the door as if to apologize to the nothingness there, like something's coming. But as she whirls back around, when she knows nothing is, not here, she's beaming. He just as well could have lied to her but, she's beaming.

Brushing back the blonde strands that landed on her shoulder, she suddenly doesn't know what to do with herself so she sits in the chair opposite his desk, and the small office to her suddenly feels a lot cozier than before, like visiting a friend.

"Your family owns a farm? Do you have animals? Or vegetables? Or trees? Farms are so nice. The quiet, the working with your hands, the creek of wood. I'm sure that would be really nice for you! I hope you get to go soon." Before she can ramble further , she's scooping a forkful from her own plate into her mouth. "I um... I'm glad you were available today." She adds, as she swallows, a little quieter.

His encouragement sparks her enthusiasm once again, as well as her nerves, because it's actually happening. She tries to focus on anything else, the familiar objects on his walls, his shoes, anything but those clear eyes that make her feel awake, alive, and warm.

"I..." She gulps not wanting to really admit it, but she can't help it. "I tried a lot. I'm so, so bad at it. So bad... but. It's- it's not your recipe! I promise. It's me... just... wasn't." She stops, shaking her head, willing herself to shut up, choosing to let the excitement return.

Timidly she sets in in front of him. "But I did it! I tried it too! Um. Not this portion. But it was really good! I'm so happy!" She stops herself from hugging him, as much as she probably could have in that moment.

"Um- I'll... leave it to you to share. Or not. If you think it's good, only." ~🏞️

There is a moment that Greyson considers shaking her by the shoulders just to stop her from the downward spiral of self-doubt she'd caught herself in, or forcing her to meet his eyes to see to all the concerns that swam in them. Fortunately for the both of them that moment passes quickly when her attention returns to the container so proudly placed on his desk.

Her declaration of success is enough to wind him alone, but the way she shines when she says it makes him feel a little weaker. Like he's seen something so precious and rare that he should devote years to studying it and unraveling its mysteries.

It's an effort to look at the cake container again, but he manages to open the top. "You did a fantastic job, you know." He'd stopped fighting the grin at this point, looking back at her. "After the first or second failure, most people would have given up. I'm so, so happy for you Alice."

The urge to bring her into his arms to congratulate her is almost more than he can bear, but he settles for pouring as much of his joy and affection as either of them can handle into a gentle look as he says "I understand if you have somewhere to be of course but, if not, care to share a slice and a cup of coffee? I've got a bit of time between appointments, and-" he pauses, breath catching as he second guesses himself, "I've always found sweets tasted best when shared in good company."

#star rps #oc: alice