Gideon Fischer ⚕️ Alex Karev (pediatrician) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2020-03-28 21:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, * jeanne, * terri, c: embry fischer, c: gideon fischer |
WHO: Gideon Fischer & Embry Marshall
WHEN: Saturday, March 28, 2020
WHERE: Their Loft
SUMMARY: Birthday Party Aftermath
WARNINGS: Typical Them Things. Flirting and kissing. Swearing? Idk they're adults.
Though some of her family was out of town for a wedding, Gideon had still wanted to make the most of the day for Embry's sake. So it had started with breakfast in bed- or, well, probably brunch in bed was the more appropriate term, considering the time of day. A late lunch with her parents and the family that was still in town had been paid for by Gideon- and though he'd offered to abstain, in case she wanted some Just Marshalls Time, she'd insisted that he come along, too. Not that Gideon minded it, of course- he'd generally gotten along well with her family. The evening's festivities had been a party back at the loft- with several of her friends, board games, a decent amount of alcohol, and a rather decadent buttercream cake from For Goodness Bakes. Gideon himself had played bartender, chef, and server for them, even donning an apron (chosen by Embry) for the occasion. At every separate celebration during the day, Gideon had given Embry a different card and gift. The morning's had been a bit risque, but the afternoon's- with her parents- had been more romantic. At that night's party, the gifts had been more fiance themed. (The latter, a candle, he'd explained could be burned for one hour each day left until their wedding, and when it was gone, they'd be married.) He may or may not have still had one card and one gift left, but Gideon would wait on that until it was just the two of them, again. -- As far as Embry was concerned, she'd had an excellent birthday. Though her brother and sister in law were out of town for a wedding, they'd still made the absolute most out of the day. She'd been showered in attention and gifts. Gideon had been there every step of the way, leading the pack on that front. Her day has been filled with her favorite things and most of her favorite people. Though they would do a dinner celebration the following week with her family, those who had been able to attend lunch just got to celebrate her twice and she saw no problem with that. Now, her birthday was winding to a close, and the last guest had left their loft. She was still wearing a birthday sash, and smiled a little as she turned the lock on the door. "It's been a pretty perfect birthday if I do say so myself," Embry announced to her fiance as she turned back to the living room, "You outdid yourself." -- "I don't know," Gideon offered, thoughtfully. "I still think last year's golden birthday was my best work." She'd turned 28 on the 28th, and the entire day had been themed into that color. "But I'll accept this as a worthy runner up." He was leaning against the back of the sofa, and smiled, reaching a hand out to Embry as she approached. "I'm glad it's been a good day, though. I wanted your last Marshall one to be noteworthy." -- Her last birthday had indeed been a great one. Embry loved that he went all out for her birthday, and she definitely tried to do the same for him. They were never really trying to compete against one another, but always striving to do their best for each other, "Okay. I'll agree to that. Last year was exceptional." She put her hand into his as she stepped up closer, and let him pull her in close, pushing onto her toes to give him a sweet kiss, "Next year I'll have made an honest man out of you, finally." It was a small tease, seeing as they had less than a month before that would be true, "I'm looking forward to celebrating the new decade as a Fischer." Next year would be big, too, after all. Her first as a Fischer, and she was turning 30. Hopefully, she'd be well into growing the next member of their family, as well. It was going to be a big year for them. -- He leaned into the kiss, a familiar smile on his features. "Finally," he echoed, with a dramatic sigh. "It's been exhausting, being so dishonest all these years." Gideon wrinkled his nose up and pressed his nose to hers. "I'm ready to celebrate everything as Fischers. Though maybe a little less of the," he winced, "Big Four-Oh." -- She laughed a little into that kiss, her nose wrinkling playfully, "At least I made you a promise a long, long time ago." Embry knew they could have been married a lot longer had they been willing to change their anniversary, or they had married while she was still writing her dissertation, but she wasn't unhappy with how they had done things. She lifted her chin a little and brushed a kiss to the tip of his nose, "That's still a while off. You get your first birthday of us both being Fischers at a very respectable thirty-nine." Another very gentle, coaxing sort of kiss, "Four-Oh will look just as good on you, I'm sure." -- For all their playful banter about finally legitimizing their relationship, they both knew that it had been so for a very long time. Which was what made it easy to joke, perhaps. Very little would change, after the twenty-first of next month. But the legalities were something that still made Gideon very happy. "Well, thank you for calling me respectable," Gideon replied with another little grin. "Something something aged like a fine wine or thereabouts." -- Embry knew that the wedding ceremony itself was just…a large party to celebrate their commitment. The only thing that would change would be a signed paper and her name, but it symbolized a lot for the two of them. It was the signal of the next step, which would be changed more by the removal of her birth control than anything else. She wanted to marry Gideon to share his name and call him her husband more than anything else. The rest they'd already had for a long time. "Make it a fine scotch," she suggested with a little smirk, reaching up to put her arms around his neck as she leaned into him a little, "My very sexy, very refined almost-husband." -- Embry leaned into him, and his own hands fell to her hips with a practiced ease. "So I'm more a Lagavulin than a Dewar’s?" he asked, playfully. "Just so I know where I fall on the scale of things." "Twenty-five more days of almost." -- "You are 16 Year Lagavulin, baby. Top shelf." She pressed a playful few kisses to his lips, knowing very well that she would never want or need anyone else. Gideon had been her future from the moment he'd returned to Dunhaven, and she had never wanted to look anywhere else. There was no greener grass elsewhere. Embry knew with him she would always have what she wanted, and what she needed. "Those days are dwindling quickly, but I'm still very impatient," she admitted with a small sigh. -- Gideon gave a low, appreciative whistle. "Damn. I really am the good stuff." There wasn't actually any doubt in his mind as to Embry's opinion or ranking of him, of course. They'd long since been it for one another. He couldn't help but laugh, though, when Embry once again noted her perhaps-infamous impatience. "Have you taken to sighing wistfully over our unsigned marriage licence yet?" -- "You are. The very best," Embry agreed after a moment, though she was certain to have her own bias. They'd both worn rings the majority of their relationship. Her opinion wasn't really news, even if they hadn't drawn this particular comparison before. She gave a soft groan and a small pout formed on her lower lip, "I've thought about just signing it, but I've been good. I've just doodled and practiced my new signature a thousand times." -- "I mean, I suppose technically you could sign it," Gideon offered, thoughtfully. "We both could. It just won't be valid until Dahlia and one of your brothers signs it next month." -- She thought about that suggestion for a long moment, her lower lip tugged between her teeth as she considered. There was merit to it, yes, but Embry also knew herself and that she wouldn't be satisfied that the document wasn't complete for another 25 days if they signed now, "What if we make photocopies of it and practice? So, you know, we make sure how our signatures look on the line without it being the copy that's going to be officially used." -- Though he might not have thought of such a thing before Embry suggested it, the idea did have a certain amount of merit. After all, that document would be archived and likely displayed (he knew Embry), so it wasn’t something he should just scribble a doctor's signature on. Plus, with all the various permutations of their names and acronyms, they had to choose which combination looked best. So, Gideon just gave Embry's ass a little squeeze and offered, "Race you to the office." -- In fact, Embry already had a frame that would include three eventual photos of their wedding, and their marriage certificate. She knew they would actually need it for a few things like updating her information at various places, but she hoped to have that done fairly early on, while they were waiting for the photos anyway. She had already put in orders for new white coats, and various monogrammed homewares. She had kissed him there slowly for a moment, even after he squeezed her ass, "You're on." Then, she had taken off toward the stairs, laughing delightedly as she went. Embry knew it was going to be close - she had speed, but he had a longer stride - and she refused to just have him let her win, even if it was her birthday. She reached that office door and tossed it open only seconds before Gideon would have, and tossed her hands up with a little whoop of victory. -- Gideon gave chase as well as he could- he wasn't the type to let Embry win, even on her birthday, without proper effort. So even though she fairly beat him into the office, he still followed up by grabbing her around the waist from behind and lifting her up off her feet in a sort of backward spinning hug. "Gotcha," he intoned, just before kissing her neck, setting her feet back on the floor. -- She laughed, grinning as he caught her around the waist and picked her up, her back firmly against his chest. He spun them both around, and she just dissolved further into giggles that lasted even after that kiss to her neck. When she was back on her feet, she turned to him with a broad smile and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips for a long moment. "You've got me," she promised, her nose brushing playfully against his for a moment, "Ready to practice those signatures?" The marriage license was there in a protected folder on the desk, where it had been stored with a few other files since they had secured it a few weeks prior. Even as she turned to put that license on the copier and hit the buttons to print about a dozen copies she smiled, "Best $30 we've ever spent." -- "So ready," Gideon agreed. He signed his names a dozen times over- if not more- during a shift at a hospital, so it wasn't as if the practice itself was unusual. But this signature would be a matter of… public record, and it would be displayed on their wall for the rest of, well, forever. It meant something. The papers were still warm from the copier when Gideon retrieved them, and he set them on the desk in front of Embry's chair. (Really, it was just an office chair, but it had been bought specifically when she started her dissertation. So Gideon might have used it on occasion, if he was the only one in the office, but she had… dibs.) He pulled up a second chair just beside, and then opened a drawer of the desk to see… "Jesus, I found the hospital's pen shortage." -- Embry had no problem signing her soon-to-be last name. She had been refining what she wanted that signature to look like for the last few years. Still, it didn't hurt to have even more practice. She settled into that familiar chair where she had written the majority of her dissertation, and almost bounced excitedly when he pulled up that chair next to her. With a liberal roll of her eyes at his commentary on her pen stash, she pointed out, "There's only a few hospital pens in there." It was true. Most of those pens had been ones she bought in a wide variety of colors and point size, "Hand me that blue one there. The one with the solid case…yep, that one." It wrote the color of the pen case itself, a dark blue, and was smooth to write with. "I should show you my notes from college sometime. They're color coded," she smirked a little even as she clicked the pen and signed the first copy with a flourish. -- That blue one there could have been half a dozen different ones, but luckily Gideon made the right choice and handed it over to Embry. He assumed that he'd use the same one, just so their signatures would match, aesthetically. "Of course they are," Gideon smirked a bit, watching as Embry signed her name. He knew- he'd known, for some time- that she'd be taking Fischer. But it still looked damn good to have it written down there, even if just for practice. He gave a long, slow exhale as he took the paper and pen from her, then signed his own name. Gideon W. Fischer. The letters formed more slowly than he was accustomed to, taking time to ensure legibility. -- "I was extremely academically organized…a little more intent on it than I am now," she admitted, though she had finished her dissertation just about a year ago now. There was no more schooling for her to attend unless she wanted to deviate careers altogether, and that wasn't going to happen. Embry had passed the pen and the paper to Gideon, an easy smile on her lips as she watched him sign his name. Each letter seemed deliberate, and as his name formed on that page, Embry leaned a little towards him, "Damn, that looks great." Their names, side by side on that paper - even if it was just a copy - almost took her breath away. -- He leaned in with her, their shoulders touching as they looked over the photocopied document. "Not so bad at all." But, with the pen still in his hand, Gideon reached for another copy, and then a few more, just in case. These, in turn, were signed with other variations for Embry to look over… Dr Gideon Fischer, Gideon Fischer, MD, G. W. Fischer, Dr Gideon Wills Fischer, MD... -- She grinned a little as he signed his name in a variety of ways, and she did the same in turn, making her signature match the ones that he signed with her own abbreviations, though there were several options where she was concerned. Dr Embry Fischer, Embry Fischer, DNP, E. N. Fischer, Dr Embry Nadine Fischer, DNP... She might not have been a medical doctor, but she had worked her ass off for that doctorate and all told...doctor was just a term of respect, even if it was often used as a job title in the medical field as well. While she couldn’t technically go by doctor within the confines of the hospital, she most certainly could in her day to day life. Leaning a little closer, her hand over his knee, she studied the different signatures and offered, “I don’t think the one with just the initials is my favorite.” -- "Agreed," as Gideon rested his own hand gently over Embry's. He looked over the others, then finally turned over the last copy as well, which had listed their full names, titles, and acronyms. "Too much." Embry had absolutely earned her doctorate, though, and Gideon liked the idea of… honoring that, even in this simple way. With that in mind, he turned over the paper that had no honorifics, then set the remaining two side by side. "Doctors both, or MD and DNP?" -- She nodded in agreement when he turned over the one with their lengthy names and titles on them. Looking between the two that he had chosen as their final recommendations, Embry thought about it for a long moment. Each had their own merit. The doctoral title was something they had both earned, and on paper it was correct. The post-signifiers were their respective highest levels of education, and neither of them could have gone higher in the field. They would always be true, but she liked the symmetry of the former. Slowly, she reached up and turned over the second page, leaving the one that signified them both doctors without the clarifications, “It’s cleaner. Accurate without laying out the differences between the degrees.” Embry gave a small grin, and nudged his shoulder, “Doctor and Doctor Fischer.” -- As Embry made that final cut, Gideon nodded along his own agreement. He had never viewed Embry's doctorate in any way lesser to his own. That she wasn't allowed to use the honorific in her day to day work made a certain amount of sense, but he never missed an opportunity to use it, for her, himself. He liked bragging on her. "Doctor and Doctor Fischer," he echoed her words, and turned his head just to press a kiss to her temple. "Now, your last present is downstairs, and I've got to clean up at least a little bit, so you've got your choice of doctor's orders. Nice hot bath alone, or come downstairs and watch me clean?" He didn't think it was much of a choice, really. -- When he gave those doctor's orders, such as they were, she smiled a little and pretended to consider them a moment, humming thoughtfully. She already knew what she wanted to do, but she'd at least give the benefit of acting as though she was weighing those options, "I choose…the second option." Smirking a little, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, "I'm pretty sure watching you clean involves more cake, too." -- Gideon wasn't sure that he'd have opted away from a nice bath soak, but he just shook his head, amused. "There's definitely more cake." Standing, he reached a hand down to Embry. Not that she needed the help up, but still. He led them back downstairs, portioned out a large slice of cake for her onto a plate, and then got to work. Luckily it hadn't been the sort of party that resulted in empty bottles everywhere. He gathered up what little trash there was, then started in on the dishes. -- The choice for Embry had been easy because one option included Gideon, and the other did not. Of course she didn't mind doing things on her own and did sometimes need her own space like any other person, but it was her birthday and she wanted to spend as much of it as she could with the man she loved. She was already hoping she might entice him into staying with her for a bubble bath later, even if he just kept her company. She kept hold of his hand as they walked back downstairs, and pushed herself up onto the counter to sit while he got her another piece of cake. He'd specifically told her she was going to watch the clean up instead of help, so she wouldn't push the issue. Embry took another bite of the decadent cake and grinned, trying to look innocent as she suggested, "You should take your shirt off." -- Gideon had his hands in half a sink full of hot soapy water when Embry made her suggestion behind him. At first, he just laughed once, shaking his head. "I'm doing the dishes, Embry. Eat your cake." He hadn't even looked back at her- he could imagine the look on her face well enough. -- "I am eating my cake," she promised, around half a bite of that cake while she chewed. She paused a moment or two as she swiped up a little of that buttercream frosting to eat. Then, she stretched out her leg there from the counter, managing to just gently tap his hip with her toes, "It's my birthday." -- He could, well, he could hear that she was eating her cake. And when Embry reached out and touched his hip- with her toes?- Gideon just sighed. "Twenty-nine hasn't made you any less incorrigible, I hope you know." But, he complied. He took half a step back from the sink, pulled his shirt off over his head, and let it drop to the floor at his side. Then he went right back to work. -- "I'm aware. I was just this incorrigible yesterday, and that was well before I turned twenty-nine," her words were teasing, but Embry was smiling as he stepped back enough from the sink to take off his shirt. She gave a wistful sort of sigh, and stuffed another bite of cake into her mouth as she admired her less-clothed view of him, "Your ass looks particularly good in those jeans. Those are nice jeans." Their relationship had always been flirtatious and complimentary, and she wasn't the least bit embarrassed of that. -- "I'm pretty sure you bought me these jeans," Gideon offered, musing aloud. "So, I suppose I should say thank you." No doubt he had said it when she'd bought them, but, all the same. "I suppose my ass is why you chose this instead of a bubble bath?" -- "You're welcome. It worked out for the both of us," Embry said with a smirk. She had bought those jeans for him. Partly because he needed new jeans and she found some on sale, and partly because she did think he'd look good in them, and she'd been very right about that. His theory that viewing his ass was why she had passed on the bubble bath wasn't entirely wrong, but she clarified, "The view is a definite bonus, but I just wanted to be with you, even if I am a sucker for bubble baths." -- Gideon glanced back over his shoulder for a moment, meeting her gaze with a little smile. "Well, maybe if you're lucky, you can get both, tonight." There wasn't really a question of it, of course. If Embry wanted a bubble bath on her birthday, she'd get one. -- Her smile broadened when he suggested she might get both tonight if she was lucky, "I was hoping you might say that." Embry wasn't under the impression that she should get absolutely everything she wanted just because she wanted it, but this was any easy enough wish to fulfill. "Are you sure I can't help with any of the clean up? I'm almost done with this cake." -- It was easy enough to spoil her, really, and perhaps especially so because Embry didn't expect or demand it. "I'm sure, Em," Gideon replied, easily, finally switching the water off- using his wrist to do so, as was habit. He opened the dishwasher- which had been run earlier, and he thought it better to put the clean things away now, while he had at least a little motivation to do so. "You don't do chores on your birthday." -- She finished her cake and set the plate and fork aside, watching as he then bent to pull the racks of the dishwasher out. It was a very, very fine sight, and she smiled a little to herself, “I’ll just continue observing, then. I’m trying to behave.” He had said, after all, that he had another gift for her. Since he had already picked up a little, presumably that would be given after he finished the dishes. She could be patient that long, “I’m pretty sure it’s my turn to empty the dishwasher, so thank you.” -- "Oh, is twenty-nine the year of behaving? I wish I'd had some warning, we'd have done something very different yesterday." Finishing with the dishwasher, Gideon turned back toward Embry. "Alright. Bubble bath or final present?" -- She gave a hearty laugh at the idea that he’d have spent yesterday differently if he had thought she was going to start behaving today, “Don’t worry. It’s not for the year. It’s just temporary.” Though she was making some changes by choice this year in hopes of growing their family, Embry was a little too devious by nature to claim she’d behave longer than a few hours, much less a year. He gave her the choice, and Embry smiled, thinking about it just a moment before she decided, “Present. Then bubble bath.” -- This choice, at least, he'd expected. "Close your eyes, please." Once Embry had done so, he pulled a necklace out from the pocket of his jeans, unraveling the chain and leaning in close to fasten it around Embry's neck, brushing her hair back just enough. Once it was in place, he pulled a card (no envelope) out from where he'd hidden it under the silverware tray in a drawer, and placed it in her hands. "Alright. Open." -- She closed her eyes as he requested, a small smile there on her lips as she waited. She felt it when he put that necklace around her neck - she didn't think that delicate weight could be anything else - though didn't open her eyes until he indicated that she could. She looked at the card first because it was right there in her hands, and laughed aloud when she read the sentiment there, "Ditto, Gid. Every damn day." When she looked down to the gift, the necklace there at her chest, she sputtered with renewed laughter, her eyes crinkling a little, "Oh, I love it. It's perfect!" -- He really couldn't have asked for a better reveal of that gift than Embry saying the word aloud before she'd even read it. But that just meant he'd done well, right? They said it all the time, each well aware of the depth behind the otherwise playful word. And he'd laughed, when she finally saw it. Leaning in, he pressed an easy kiss to her lips. "So are you. Happy birthday, Embry." -- Ditto was something they said frequently. It didn't fully replace any other sentiment, but it was a good way of promoting their agreement with one another, and it had become a habit over time. Embry was still grinning into that gentle kiss that he claimed, though she didn't really believe herself to be perfect, she knew that he believed it, "Thank you. I love you. I appreciate everything you got for me, and all that you did today...I couldn't have asked for more." -- It was a… finding perfection in love. Of course, they both had flaws. They were human, through and through. But their love, the love he held for her, made those flaws less sharp. Gideon was pleased with how the day had gone, with all the disparate celebrations. Still, he couldn't help the playful question, quirking an eyebrow. "Not even a bubble bath?" -- She wrinkled her nose a little at them, though they'd already agreed she would likely have a bubble bath, "Okay, maybe a bubble bath." She kissed him for a long moment, "The lavender vanilla bubbles." A pause, accompanied by another kiss, and a grin, "And you." |