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.

Comments

[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?

[puppydoctor]

I mean, um. We don't have to. It's up to you.

[coppelganger]

[ She holds onto her mug with one hand and takes George's with the other. ]

I want to.

[puppydoctor]

[He smiles, a little pink in the cheeks.]

Okay. Yeah. Good.

[coppelganger]

Lead the way, then.

[puppydoctor]

[He seems torn for a second - does he put down his mug? Does he kiss her again? Sweeping her off her feet would be romantic, but he's trying to be sexy. He's been good at that in the past, hasn't he? A little? He isn't really sure why people have slept with him in the past, but he eventually decides on putting down the mug and squeezing Sarah's hand, before leading her towards the stairs. The little townhouse is quiet and dark, and he doesn't turn on any lights as he goes, careful of the practical strangers behind the other doors. When they do get to his room, he turns on his one lamp and does a quick survey of the floor. One pair of socks, but no other mess. His scrubs are folded on a chair, a hospital ID on top, and his bed is lopsidedly made.

He turns towards Sarah, voicelessly asking for some kind of approval. A signal that she hasn't changed her mind about him in the last thirty seconds.]

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah leaves her mug on the counter and follows him up the stairs and into his room. She gives it a quick glance when they enter and George flips on the light, taking in the socks on the floor and the scrubs folded on the chair. He's neat, then, or at least neat-ish. But even if the room was a total shithole, that would be okay. She's had sex in way worse places than a messy bedroom, and with way worse people.

Almost as soon as he turns to glance at her, she's crossing the distance between them. When she reaches him, she crushes her mouth to his, this time rougher, more aggressive, pushing him toward the bed at the same time and fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, the movements clumsy and almost frantic. ]

[puppydoctor]

[Ooookay, well then, she is definitely still on board with this. George has the presence of mind to feel relieved at that, but then she starts on his buttons and all he can really think is oh shit oh shit this is happening. He lets himself be pushed back towards the bed, but matches her ferocity, tugging her hips closer and nipping at her lower lip. He lets go only to shrug off his shirt - at which point he trips over his feet and sits down hard on the edge of the mattress, pulling her with him.]

Sorry.

[coppelganger]

[ She falls half on the mattress and half on his lap and starts laughing as she tries to regain her balance. ]

It's okay.

[puppydoctor]

[He smiles up at her for a moment with that goofy, smitten look he's had half the night, and then readjusts, scooting back on the bed so that she can get more firmly planted on his lap. Then, he leans forwards to capture her lips again.]

[coppelganger]

[ She rocks up against him and only breaks the kiss when she has to breathe. She uses the moment they're apart to pull her own shirt off in one quick motion and fling it onto the floor next to his bed. ]

[puppydoctor]

[Woah, Sarah's definitely topless now. That is a thing. And he really wants to just spew a bunch of romantic shit right now about how beautiful she is, and how glad he is that they met, but he doesn't want to spook her. So he settles for the more instinctual option, and kneads his fingers into her hips, pressing her down against him.]

[coppelganger]

[ She realizes kind of belatedly that she probably should have taken his pants off first and not his shirt, but it's okay. She can handle that. She pushes him down so he's lying on his back and moves so that she can sorta. Tug his pants off. Not all the way, just, you know, enough. ]

This is good with you, yeah?

[puppydoctor]

Yeah. Yeah, it's-

[He nods, unable to get the last word out without it turning into something embarrassing.]

[coppelganger]

Good.

[ Because if he was like, "actually, no," that would be pretty embarrassing. ]

[puppydoctor]

And you- ?

[Same question. Still can't speak with her looking down at him like that. He reaches up to smooth one hand through her hair.]