doctormicah (doctormicah) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-10-16 19:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-12-2017, micah, micah and nic, nic |
Serious Distractions
Who: Nic and Micah
Where: The hospital
When: late
Micah was feeling more at ease. Lia was doing well, he was back at work and thankfully there were no new patients with bites or anything of the sort. He hadn't had a chance to try shifting, but the energy he'd built up locked in the cage the night before had him going, cutting through visits with patients and paperwork that had backed up until his hospital was humming like a well oiled machine. He was in his office, plugging through the last of the paperwork and idly doodling a tattoo idea that had come to him, something to mark this new phase of life. There were more doodles on the same page, another tattoo design that wasn't for him and he wasn't sure he wanted to admit the intention behind it.
After work, Nic had headed home to relax, have a beer, and wait for Micah. By his third beer, he was tired of waiting, and on his fourth he’d decided to walk to the hospital and find Micah. Not the best plan, drinking so much on an empty stomach, but he’d thought Micah would be home by the second at most. Instead he was wandering around the hospital, happily chatting up anyone who crossed his path until he found Micah’s office. “There you are,” he smirked, leaning against the door frame. “I could understand if you were saving someone’s life, but you’re choosing paperwork over me?”
Micah caught Nic's scent before he got to the door, but he really wasn't expecting his boyfriend to be there and wrote it off as a lingering scent on himself. When Nic spoke his eyes ticked up in surprise, catching another scent and wrinkling his nose at the smell of beer. "Seems like you've been having fun without me." He looked down at his paperwork then the clock and winced. "And I didn't realize it was that late."
“It’s never fun without you,” Nic said, kicking the door shut before slinking over to Micah’s desk. He was looking all doctorly, with his scrubs and his lab coat, sporting a five o’clock shadow from a full day’s work. Nic put his hands flat on the desk and leaned over it, grinning down at Micah. “Thought I should come get you,” he said, looking at the doodles Micah was drawing. “I can see you’ve been working hard.”
So, drunk Nic was a new experience. Micah raised an eyebrow at the shut door, but didn't say anything. "Here to drag me home?" When Nic looked down at the drawings he reached for one, the one not for him and tried to cover it up. "I was working. Just had an idea I didn't want to forget."
“Maybe,” Nic said, putting one knee up on the desk so he could get closer. “Home would be better than here. We could do things. Fun things,” he smiled, eyes moving from the drawing to Micah and back again. “An idea for what? New ink?” he asked, other knee coming up on the desk. “Where do you want it?”
Micah found himself a little flabbergasted. For starters, Nic was climbing over his desk, which was both insane and extremely hot at the same time. The wolf was eating it up, itching to pounce on the other man, make him pay for being so damn tempting. "We can do fun things here," he pointed out, gruffer edge to his voice. "Yes, actually. My side probably. Since it's tall." He pushed the drawing of the moon phases closer to Nic hoping he wouldn't notice the other.
“People would hear,” Nic said with a little smirk, amused that he was protesting and encouraging at the same time. Reaching out, he pushed Micah’s scrubs up, running his hand up the bare skin of his side where the tattoo might be. “Here,” he said, then looked back at the tattoo, then the other piece of paper. It had been the first one he’d seen and he hadn’t forgotten about it. “What about that one?” he asked.
“I’m the only one with super hearing here,” Micah said, surprising himself. He was also shocked that Nic was giving out such mixed signals, or his hand grazing down his side. “That’s what I was thinking,” Micah confirmed with a shudder. Nic’s attention on the other drawing though had him trying to push it away. “Nothing. It’s silly.”
“Then you’re under the delusion that I’d be quiet,” he grinned, thumb tracing little circles where Micah’s tattoo might sit. Little moons. He liked it, even if ink on Micah tended to surprise him a little. “It’s not silly if it’s kept you here late,” he said, his hand dropping away to pick up the drawing.
Micah was still shivering at the attention, but he managed a smile. “You’re right, you’re never quiet.” He made a face when Nic took the drawing, a twisted knot of a design, rough, but clear. “It’s silly because it’s not for me.”
Nic laughed softly and grabbed Micah by the scrubs, pulling him in for a kiss. It was heated to start with and could have easily grown out of control, except Micah’s last comment took a moment more to click into place. “It’s for me?” he asked, pulling back but not letting go of Micah. “Tell me about it,” he said, looking back at the drawing.
The kiss, heated and halfway out of control as it was, was nice and far better than discussing how the wolf in him was more than a little insane at the moment. But then Nice was asking him about the tattoo and he was stuck. Growling softly in the back of his throat he leaned back in the chair more. “Yes. And no. It’s ridiculous. It’s to mark you.” As Micah’s.
Nic sat back on his feet, still kneeling on Micah’s desk as he raised a brow. “To mark me.” He supposed a bite wouldn’t do. It was not only dangerous and might change him as well, but probably wouldn’t stay as long as Micah wanted. Plus, Nic didn’t like the idea of being bitten on a regular basis. But there were other things to consider, things Nic didn’t like to talk about. “That’s rather… permanent,” Nic said, licking his lips.
Micah reached for the paper, snatching it back from Nic. “Which is why I said it was ridiculous.” He opened a drawer and shoved the drawing into it. “Home?” He didn’t want to talk about this. About the fact that his insides wanted only Nic, for life, even more now than before now that they’d been together properly and how Nic wouldn’t be there. Nic shouldn’t be there.
“I didn’t say it was ridiculous,” Nic said, reaching for Micah’s hand, putting his over it. He couldn’t help but be annoyed that Micah seemed so defensive, when he thought his reaction was normal. Normal, even after a few beers. “It’s just fast. We’ve been together, like, two weeks. Doesn’t mean I’m not touched by the idea.” He found himself pouting despite his desire to let it roll off him. He’d upset Micah.
Micah hated how defensive he was. How stupid he felt for it. “I know it is. I can’t...get this to shut up. I know. You weren’t supposed to know about it.” He couldn’t look at the other man though, hating the monster he’d become and his inability to control these sort of emotions and instincts.
“If you can’t talk to me about it, then I’m not ready to be marked,” Nic pointed out, reaching out for Micah’s face and tilting his chin so he could see him. “I’m not-- I’m not a possession. And I don’t like relationships that aren’t equal.” This would be a much easier conversation if his brain wasn’t fuzzy, if he wasn’t considering sliding off the desk into Micah’s lap. “What’s going on in there?”
Micah wanted to fight looking at Nic, but he couldn’t. “I know you aren’t. I know...all of that. I just can’t stop the feeling.” He trailed off with his words, running fingers through his hair. “Let’s go back to you climbing on my desk and propositioning me? It’s better than what’s going on in my head.”
“I don’t mind the feeling,” Nic told him with a little bit of a smile. If he’d been sober, maybe he would have been freaking out a little more, but right now he could deal with it. It rolled off his shoulders easier after a few beers. “We’re just not there. You don’t trust me. And I’m not ready. So be a little more patient, baby. Don’t be ashamed of your idea. Tell me what you were thinking.”
“I trust you, don’t think that,” Micah said. “It’s just that I’m there. I don’t know why, but I am. It’s a wolf thing. They mate for life, Nic. I know you aren’t, and you might never be, but I am.” He sighed reaching forward to slip his hand around the back of Nic’s neck, right above his shoulders. “Here. So I could see it when...well you know.” It sounded ridiculous out loud, even if the wolf inside leapt at the idea.
They mate for life. That would have been nice to know. Nic hadn’t taken things to that level lightly, but he also hadn’t understood the kind of bond he might be creating. As much as he adored Micah, he wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. Life. “Awfully cocky, aren’t you?” he asked instead, libido kicking back into gear at the idea of Micah taking him like that. “And what about me? Would I get to mark you?”
Micah hadn’t known. He’d read about it, but he hadn’t realized it could actually be true until afterward. Until after that feeling that he was going to lose Nic and it would be the death of him. “Hardly,” he said shaking his head, but paused afterward. “Would you want to?”
It didn’t take much thinking on Nic’s part to know that if he were marked as Micah’s, then he’d want Micah to do the same. But he also didn’t want to rush things any more than they already had been. He paused, giving Micah a good hard look. “Yes. When we’re ready for that.” Them, as a couple, not Micah without Nic.
Mich didn’t like being under that scrutiny, not sure what Nic was thinking. When Nic did speak, Micah looked up at him. “You think you’ll get there?”
“I think so,” Nic answered. He’d let Micah do things to him that he hadn’t even imagined considering with anyone else. If he hadn’t felt strongly for Micah, that wouldn’t have been considered. “I know instinct tells you that you’re there, but you’ve gotta wait for me to catch up. Can you do that?”
That was reassuring, it made Micah feel like less of an idiot for being so far ahead of his boyfriend. Reaching up he pulled Nic down for a kiss. “Of course. I’ll do whatever you need.”
That was more like it. “Right now,” Nic said, kissing him again, barely refusing to break his kisses to speak to Micah. “What I need. Is for you to come home.” Because if Micah couldn’t even remember to come home, then they weren’t there yet, but that was okay with Nic. He’d rather they take their time, since they’d already rushed so much.
Home sounded good. Very good. He hadn’t thought about it earlier, but in the back of his mind, home wasn’t always with Nic. It was his empty house. When ‘home’ was where Nic was, then it was definitely worth remembering. “Then off my desk and let’s go.”
“Sometime I’ll crawl up here and we’ll do more than have a serious conversation,” Nic snickered as he climbed off. He wondered if Micah should officially move in with him, but for the moment he just wanted him to come home with him. He could stay with Nic every night and then they’d deal with moving another time. He’d had too much to drink for another heavy conversation tonight.
“I didn’t plan on a serious conversation,” Micah said, shaking his head. “I just wanted this.” He leaned in to kiss Nic as he got up, grabbing his bag. “Your place or mine?”
Nic smiled into the kiss. That was what he’d wanted as well. He liked being with Micah. He wanted to touch him, kiss him, and keep him close. But if he saw something that needed to be talked about, sometimes he had to push. “Mine,” he answered. It felt more like a house to him, one that needed a bit more of Micah’s stuff.
“Works for me, just so long as you’re there.” Which was what he wanted in the end. Nic needed to be where Micah was and the rest was irrelevant.