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]

[ 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. ]

[puppydoctor]

Yeah. Too much, sometimes. A little smothering.

[He carefully watched her drink it.]

Well?

[coppelganger]

Very nice.

[ She takes another sip, more slowly this time. ]

Yeah, I think it's definitely up there.

[puppydoctor]

[He leans against the counter and reaches out to lightly run a hand down her upper arm, barely touching her sleeve, like he's afraid of disrupting something.]

Yeah? I can handle a little competition.

[coppelganger]

Yeah. Shit, man, you should open a restaurant or something.

[ She's kinda teasing him, but it is good. ]

[puppydoctor]

That wouldn't look a little suspicious for an undead ex-surgeon?

[coppelganger]

[ She can't help but wince at the word "undead," spoken out loud, but she has a feeling that he needs this to just be... normal. Not some horrifying and sad event every time it comes up. And that he needs people to treat him like the fact that he died is just another thing about him that they'll have to accept. So she forces a smile and nudges his shoulder lightly. ]

You'll make it work for you. It can be your slogan or some shit—"food to die for."

[puppydoctor]

I could make a killing.

[He gives a dorky little smile, and then tugs her a bit closer by the arm, silently asking permission to kiss her again.]

[coppelganger]

[ She leans in closer at his touch, an answer to his question. ]

[puppydoctor]

[This kiss is shorter, less meandering, but no less reverent. And when he pulls away a few moments later, he looks down at his mug to gauge how much is left.]

We could, uh, take these upstairs. Or something.

[coppelganger]

Yeah? You want to?