what the hell am i doing here, what do i deserve?

[coppelganger]

WHO: Sarah Manning and George O'Malley
WHERE: Nonah, #007 > Some bar
WHEN: Backdated to September 7
WHAT: A ~DATE~
WARNINGS: Language, probably. Thanks, Sarah.



[ Sarah has never really done dates. Not the kind where the guy picks you up at the door at a prearranged time, anyway. Her romantic life has always been less… structured. Yeah, that's a good word for it. God, what a joke. Even with Cal, arguably the most sane relationship she's had in a long time, things have been so hectic and filled with clone drama that they hadn't had a chance to do much of anything together before she got Ported in. And now this seemingly normal guy. He's a nurse, for god's sake. Well, surgeon-turned-nurse, anyway.

She's not sure which bar they're going to, but she has a feeling punk rock's not George's style, so she dresses a bit nicer than she might be otherwise. Better to save the real punk stuff for later. Assuming there is a later. She can't help but be nervous as she answers the door—for a lot of reasons—but she manages to hide it well. Acting's always been her thing, after all. ]

Hey, man.

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[coppelganger]

God, yeah. I've never seen anything like it.

[ If he's not letting go of her hand, she's content to stay like this. ]

[puppydoctor]

[He could gladly hold onto her hand indefinitely, and does so as he leads her towards the kitchen.]

I know, the craftsmanship is impressive.

[When they get there, he finally does let go of Sarah, and starts moving to get together the ingredients for hot chocolate.]

[coppelganger]

[ She hops up onto the counter so she can watch him. Sitting at the kitchen table is for squares. ]

[puppydoctor]

[Milk, a splash of cream, two kinds of chocolate, a pinch of salt - he sets the ingredients out and starts up the gas stove, maneuvering around Sarah's legs to get out the little saucepan from a lower cabinet.]

You cook, ever?

[It's small-talk again, but he's honestly curious. And the way she smiles sort of makes him want to learn every tiny mundane thing about her.]

[coppelganger]

Not a lot, but some.

[ The simpler, the better, but she's not about to starve or start subsisting entirely off takeout. ]

My specialty's animal pancakes. A real hit with the elementary school crowd.

[puppydoctor]

Oh man, gourmet.

[He smiles wide at her, though. He approved heartily.]

That's really great, though. And you're never too old to think animal pancakes are cool.

[coppelganger]

Yeah, I'm a right chef.

[ She can't help but smile back at him. It's infectious. ]

What about you? You cook much, aside from breakfast and hot chocolate?

[puppydoctor]

[He has to laugh at himself just a little.]

No, not at all. I mean, I can take care of myself, but I'm more of a takeout guy just because of time. And my best friend was always hogging the kitchen, back home.

[coppelganger]

Oh yeah? I guess you're not used to keeping regular hours, huh.

[puppydoctor]

Yeah, I think the longest I went without leaving work was... four days?

[coppelganger]

[ She whistles, impressed. And also a little horrified. ]

Hoooly shite.

[puppydoctor]

They at least gave us beds, but most people didn't use them for naps.

[The hot chocolate almost finished, he reaches behind her for a couple of mugs - not hugs, as this mun originally typed, nice though that would be.]

[coppelganger]

[ She tilts her head to one side so that he can reach behind her, but wraps her legs around his waist as he does so, loosely enough so that he can pull away if he wants. ]

No?

[puppydoctor]

[Sarah you're gonna kill him. He most certainly does not want to pull away, though he also isn't really sure what do to with his hands - there are two mugs in them, but he really wants to put them to better use right now. He settles with shifting them both to one hand, and setting his other hand on one knee, rubbing his thumb against the fabric. He swallows hard.]

Nope. No naps to be had.

[coppelganger]

Mm. Gotcha.

[ That little touch on her knee is all the answer she needs. She leans forward and kisses him, closing her eyes and sliding her arms around his neck so she can run her fingers lightly through his hair. ]

[puppydoctor]

[George makes a soft noise against her mouth, and his hands slide up to gently palm at her thighs. He kisses like a devout man worships - slowly, reverently, and with all he has. And for all his fumbling elsewhere, this is one place he's skillful and graceful.]

[coppelganger]

[ And Sarah, whose normal inclination is to be aggressive and rough when it comes to sex (much less romance), follows his lead, kissing him slowly. She's learning, in her own way, that not everything has to be a fight. But she doesn't continue the kiss too long before she pulls back, smiling slightly. ]

… Hot chocolate's gonna burn.

[puppydoctor]

[He pulls back to lean his forehead against hers, and shares the smile. His fingers tremble slightly as he lets go, turning towards the steaming pot on the stove. It's been a long time, and he's a little embarrassed of how eager he is.]

Caught it just in time.

[coppelganger]

Good. I'd hate to be responsible for screwing up the best hot chocolate on the planet.

[puppydoctor]

In its defense, I'm a little distracted now.

[coppelganger]

[ She laughs and slides down off the counter top. ]

Sorry.

[puppydoctor]

[George finally pours the hot chocolate into the mugs, only spilling the tiniest bit. He passes one to Sarah.]

Hope you like Snoopy. They were the only mugs on sale.

[coppelganger]

[ She takes it, holding it in both hands, and blows lightly on the surface to cool it down a little. ]

Hey, you're doing better than me. I haven't bought any of that stuff myself yet.

[puppydoctor]

I know a lot of nesters. They've rubbed off on me.

[coppelganger]

Lucky you. Seems like you'd always be well taken care of, yeah?

[ Taking a sip of the hot chocolate and making an appreciative "Mm" noise. ]