Re: Emporium: At the counter
Flirting did not come naturally to the woman in scrubs, it had to be learned, through trials, through carefully measured cause and effect, through snide no's into timid yes's and through to fuck yes. She grinned. "Definitely not a doc, but,' she tugged on the open placket of her lab coat, holding it open and away from her body like a peep show artist. "I'm definitely dressed as one."
Her mouth dropped open slightly as she watched, tongue against teeth like she could still taste the magic there as the other woman drank without restraint. Yeah, that was sexy.
"Told you it did." And the thing about starting from scratch was that it was all new, when possibilities were endless and the weight of yesterday was heaved off to be swallowed into some abyss. Where it went, the doctor didn't give a damn as she leaned in close, almost close enough to kiss, her eyes bright and her grin wide, like they were sharing a secret known only to them. "Are you anyone you want to be?" She whispered, buds of laughter that hadn't bloomed yet in her tone.