“Geez, O’Reily. I’m starting to think that these little kitchen slips of yours aren’t accidents,” said Alvarez as he wound the bandage around Ryan’s arm. “Got a crush on Doctor Nathan?”
Ryan didn’t respond, so Miguel continued. “I’ll admit, she’s a fine-looking woman. Doesn’t have the curves of my Maritza, of course, but she is the prettiest thing to look on in this place.” His eyes slid down O’Reily’s body and he amended, “One of the prettiest.”
“Gloria doesn’t give me the time of day,” stated Ryan.
“I know. This is what? The fourth time I had to patch you up?”
“Fifth.”
Miguel’s fingers faltered a bit after Ryan’s admission. “Oh.”
Green eyes met brown. “Yeah.” Ryan didn’t feel the need to say anything more until Miguel finished up. “Thanks,” he whispered, getting up to leave.
As he was halfway to the door, Miguel called out, “Hey, O’Reily. Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
The “fuck you” rolled smoothly off Ryan’s tongue, but the twinkle in his eyes spoke of another visit, another opportunity for contact in the near future.
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Hurt/Comfort
Date: 2009-03-16 04:54 pm (UTC)Ryan didn’t respond, so Miguel continued. “I’ll admit, she’s a fine-looking woman. Doesn’t have the curves of my Maritza, of course, but she is the prettiest thing to look on in this place.” His eyes slid down O’Reily’s body and he amended, “One of the prettiest.”
“Gloria doesn’t give me the time of day,” stated Ryan.
“I know. This is what? The fourth time I had to patch you up?”
“Fifth.”
Miguel’s fingers faltered a bit after Ryan’s admission. “Oh.”
Green eyes met brown. “Yeah.” Ryan didn’t feel the need to say anything more until Miguel finished up. “Thanks,” he whispered, getting up to leave.
As he was halfway to the door, Miguel called out, “Hey, O’Reily. Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
The “fuck you” rolled smoothly off Ryan’s tongue, but the twinkle in his eyes spoke of another visit, another opportunity for contact in the near future.