He grabbed his clothes and dressed as fast as he could. He handed hers over, and checked his own. She held on to his lower lip with her teeth, then let go, and he moved back, fished the pagers off the floor. A moment later, a second pager joined in, and Tim looked up at Aline, breathing heavily, and kissed her again. We’ve got time, he said, and his fingers ran down her arms, down her back, down the straps of her bra, dancing there as his lips touched the soft-Ī pager went off, lighting the room in flashes. Too much foreplay, she gasped, trying to check her watch, but he grabbed her wrist, kissed the palm of her hand. He lifted her up onto a shelf, knocking bandages and suture kits to the floor, and pulled off her top, kissing her neck, and then down, down… Her hands ran down his trim sides, fighting with the drawstring on his pants and pushing them down. We can make it, he said, and kissed her, pulling her close. The closet was pitch black except for the light from her watch, which cast a pale blue light on his chest as he stripped off his scrubs. Rounds start in ten minutes, said Aline, checking the time as Tim closed the door behind them. Visit our website for free books and other fun stuff:īears, Recycling and Confusing Time Paradoxes To view a copy of this licence, visit or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California 94105, USA. This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 Canada License.
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