Sacred Heart (SevenxChina Doll)
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				Title: <strong>Sacred Heart (SevenxChina Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 01:32:09</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacred Heart (SevenxChina Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 17:30:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh come on what? You <em>know</em> I look cute" Laverne quirked a brow which dared the irate Doctor to even breathe differently to make her think otherwise.&nbsp; The entranceway to Sacred Heart was decorated with, what looked like, everything that could be dyed orange and black to make a profit and could be found in the Halloween aisle of the dollar store. From tissues to eccentrically decorated pens, to the giant Happy Halloween cutout that could barely be seen behind Nurse Roberts foam head, the hospital was inescapably festive. <br><br>In attempt to boost morale and keep both staff and patients calm about the storm, the Chief of Medicine had graciously put out dishes of candy corn in each room. The nurses quickly switched out the candy made in the 20’s for more recently packaged sweets and made sure that sugarless candies were put in the appropriate rooms so <em>everyone</em> could enjoy the holiday without going into diabetic shock. The storm had brought in a wave of patients earlier on, but it seemed as the storm picked up pace, less ambulances returned. <br><br>“Of course you look cute mami!” Carla mused as she exchange smiles with her coworker. Dressed in&nbsp; a satin red half sleeved jacket, a tight white top and black scrub pants, the distinctive hat and red cape were the only indication of Carla’s Matador costume. She had worn flat black sneakers, since they were still working of course! Sitting down beside Laverne leaned forward and pursed her lips teasingly. “Doctor Cox is just mad because the people at the Halloween store said the costume he was wearing was scary enough!” Both nurses burst into laughter, ignoring the inevitable face contortions that the resident before them would be making in response.<br><br>“You wanna see scary? Take a look at Kelso when ya get the chance,” Said, from what could be seen emerging from the corner of their eyes, a large brown blob with horns. The turn of an inquisitive head would see that Turk was dressed as…a bull. He didn’t look like a very happy bull either, but his wife lit up with a domineering pride as she stood and fixed his slanted horns. Couples costumes were always nauseating, and Carla adored them.<br><br>&nbsp;Turk groaned and stomped his black Air Jordan ‘hooves.’ <br><br>&nbsp;“Baby why couldn’t I be Batman!?” He whinged and gestured rather dramatically at his current outfit “I look like a big muscular bowel movement with horns!” A glare from Carla didn’t stop his rant, at least at the moment. “None of the other couples match! Elliot isn’t dragging Keith around as the sheep to her very..<em>very</em> fine Bo Peep.” <br><br>“Oh thanks Turk but Keith and I aren’t together anymore..<em>ow!</em>” The mentioned blonde hobbled over in rather tall black heels, obviously when getting dressed this morning in the spirit of Halloween she didn’t consider that the holiday wouldn’t exempt her from the massive amount of walking her job required. Beneath her white lab coat, a white ruffly bustier-petticoat set showed off Dr. Elliot Reid’s very generous curves in all the right places, but most importantly showed off the asset she had been proud of on the day she purchased the costume; her legs. She was a fairly tall girl, and would remind anyone who complimented her legs that she used to be called the living tree in middle school, but now that that pubescent phase was over her body seemed to be filling out properly. <br><br>White stockings were rolled just above her knees and tied with blue bows&nbsp; to match the ones in her pigtails beneath her white bonnet. She looked like someone had injected aphrodisiacs right into the pages of Mother Gooses’ fairytales and obviously had caught at least Turks‘ attention. As she leaned down to adjust the stilettos’ her staff knocked right against the back of Doctor Cox’s head. Gasping, the awkward whisp of a female stood up, again knocking the staff against him and in a fit of desperate she dropped the accessory to the ground. <br><br>“Sorry! Sorry Doctor Cox! I, well, you know it being Halloween and all I just..” As usual, her tongue seemed to swell in her mouth and she became immediately flustered and tied up in her sentence, frozen under the much more fatal storm about to release inside the hospital.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacred Heart (SevenxChina Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 20:49:01</strong>
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				A perfectly timed crack of thunder set the ambiance for what everyone gathered around the nurses station expected to be the inevitable verbal smiting of Elliot Reid. The blonde scantily dressed resident stood with wide eyes, her spidery hands twitching as they hung awkwardly at her sides. She had been the deer to Doctor Cox’s headlights on numerous occasions and developed what J.D. and Turk called “The Twitch.” (It used to be called ‘Cox Eye’ but that couldn’t be articulated without bursting into laughter before finishing the statement). Her blue eyes were as wide and stoic as saucers. Her face drained of all color, except on this day when her make up was too colorful to drain out entirely. Swallowing hard, her lip curled into a very..hesitant..twitch. She then grimaced slightly as she heard the inhale which cued doom…but nothing followed it.<br><br>Elliot saw an odd contortion of facial expressions twist Doctor Cox’s admittedly handsome features before that carnal growl, which she had heard somewhere before, escaped him and he stormed off without a word. Another crack of thunder seemed to shock all the staff back into reality, and Elliot looked over her shoulder. Biting her lip, she bent over to pick up her staff. “Oh god…do you think he’s really mad?” She looked to Carla and Laverne who had obviously picked on something which Elliot was oblivious to and Turk was distracted from.<br><br>“I ain’t mad atcha..” Turk murred, but was pinched on the exposed part of his neck where the bull head and body met by a glaring Carla. “<em>OW! </em> What?! I was just..well Baby you know that..I..mannn..” He huffed and stormed off as best as one could dressed as an oversized bull. Elliot twisted her hands around the staff while still lost on the fact that Doctor Cox, who was always heavily armed with an arsenal of witty comments, degrading nicknames and fatal esteem insults towards her more than anyone else, had just walked away.&nbsp; There was a significant part to him walking away that she had not picked up on and Carla, after narrowing her eyes after Turk, smirked at Laverne. <br><br>“Well of course he’s mad Elliot, it’s Doctor Cox but..I don’t think he was that mad.” <br><br>“He’s probably getting over it right now,” Laverne and Carla exchanged their laughs again as Elliot, now flustered stepped towards the nurses station to be informed of just what the frick they were laughing at. However, as she stepped her heel slipped out from under her and she went face first against the side of the desk and onto the floor. Standing up immediately, Elliot hissed slightly in pain and adjusted the top of her bustier. Falling was something she was accustomed to, as it happened quite frequently. Though falling in heels was something she had become less and less used to from working at the hospital…it was usually slip on sneakers with loose strings that aided her downfall, not thin stilettos. <br><br>“Elliot why don’t you go take those things off before you kill yourself!” Carla sighed, and something Laverne muttered which Elliot heard as ‘or catch a fox’ made the two nurses laugh again. Brushing her fringed locks from her face, Doctor Reid licked what she hope was lip gloss from her lip and straightened her coat. <br><br>“Alright, <em>fine</em>..” She huffed, starting to wobble off to the on call room where she had placed all her things upon coming in. Those who had taken shifts today had taken precautions to the weather and packed overnight bags, Elliot included. Thankfully, she had packed a spare pair of flat shoes that would still match her costume and not cause herself to become a patient rather than a resident while walking down the hall. After getting a few feet from the station she turned around and rose a brow to Laverne’s giant foam head extension. “And I don’t see how fox catching has anything to do with high heels. You need at least a comfortable pair of wedged boots so you can chase them properly.” And with that awkward ending comment, Dr. Reid wobbled down the hall to the on call room, leaving two very confused nurses to ponder what the hell she was talking about.<br><br>It took her a good ten minutes of counting <em>“Left foot, Right foot”</em> in her head to make it to the on call room without falling. A few stumbles here and there, but the Janitor had caught her once, and the other time the drinking fountain saved her. She had made a note to tell the Janitor on her way out that somebody had stuck gum under the fountain spicket to make it stick. Very unprofessional.&nbsp; Stepping into the dark on call room Elliot grumbled as she spotted her&nbsp; pale blue labeled bags tossed on the floor. It had taken her an hour to pack what she might need in case of an emergency in that tiny bag, and since a lot of emergences came to mind as she was packing, it wasn’t a surprise that the contents exploded as she bent over and unzipped it.<br><br>“Ohh <em>frick</em>!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacred Heart (SevenxChina Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 05:06:43</strong>
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				This was turning out to be the worst Halloween ever for Elliot. Well, aside from that one time when those frat boys at Brown shoved candy apples down her skirt and back then she had not been as smooth and well kept in that area. Now it wouldn’t be a problem, though still slightly sticky. Then of course there was that Halloween when she was 15 that the Jackson’s who had joined the country club didn’t take a liking to her pointy ghost costume, no matter how much she swore that she had run low on funds and had to make her costume out of pillowcases. Needless to say that ghosts were a no-no costume after that and the Jackson’s never came back to the country club….<br><br>Regardless! This Halloween was turning out to be rotten. Not only were her shoes killing her feet, but unbeknownst to Dr. Reid, her fall had caused a rather provocative tear which allowed her cleavage more room to show off her more than modest bust. Perhaps if they had been designed that way she would have purchased them favoring her breasts more than her legs, since they did perk up rather astonishingly with that little bit of extra room. Apart from physical pain, she was stressing still about Doctor Cox. Yelling was fine, she could have handled yelling. She would have gone back to her old familiar closet and calmed herself down. The silence though, that was killing her. It either meant that he was going to explode at her later or--<br><br>Well, she had no idea. <br><br>At the moment her brain was on overdrive trying to reorganize her call bag according to essentialism, emergency and of course, size. She swayed back and forth to stretch her ankles in those tight fitting heels as she whispered the contents of her bag aloud. “Toothbrush, deodorant, scrubs, hair ties, panties, socks, shoes,“ she set these aside after bending down just a bit more so that her ruffled skirt completely showed off her rather see through lace panties and then continued on, “thermal blanket, light sticks, poncho, survival guide and breath spray.” Picking up the tiny bottle she squirted a tad beneath her tongue and set it back in the bag. Ever since one of her patients inquired if she had been eating Italian food at 10 o’clock in the morning, Elliot had become extremely paranoid about her breath.<br><br>Just another quirk on the list of eccentricities she had become known for in her years at working at Sacred Heart. <br><br>Thankfully she didn't carry a mini token like breath spray, as evidence of each quirk...No bag would fit that.<br><br>She leaned down to redo the zipper once again, she heard shifting behind her and a raspy voice which made her jump nearly out of her heels. <em>Nearly</em>. Thank goodness she hadn’t or else she would have landed right on the bed with a half naked Doctor Cox. <br><br>But whether that would have been more awkward than her stiff posture and long stare was up for debate..<br><br>With wide deer eyes again, Elliot Reid stood in the dark on call room staring at the senior attending physician as if he had just smacked her ass and asked her to dance. She knew someone had been in the room as the lights were only off if someone was sleeping, but she had no idea it had been him or she would have bit her lip and staggered off to wait for her shoes...or tell J.D. and Turk that neither of them had enough ninja skills to retrieve her shoes without waking Dr. Cox. <br><br>So now she stood, mouth agape, shocked at the sight before her. Elliot was the worst possible person ever to place in a room with a half naked, seemingly marble sculpted, older man. Especially considering the fact of her preference for older men, and even more so the fact that this nearly nude god was Doctor Cox! Carla&nbsp; could have skillfully talked her way out of any notion she was turned on by the sight, Jordan well..Jordan wouldn’t have been, but Elliot; she stood there staring at his chest as if he had turned her to stone with his ripped muscular form. <br><br>Her glossy lips quivered and her eyes met his again. She gasped, realizing she had been staring for a very awkward moment, and immediately put up her hands and gave a panicked smile. “I didn’t see you! I mean well, now I definitely do see you--I--” Blush heated her face and she hid her staff behind her back so she couldn’t whack him again to make things worse. “You know I think--I’ll come back for my shoes!”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacred Heart (SevenxChina Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 19:23:05</strong>
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				“Well actually my shift doesn’t start for another..” she stopped herself, realizing that he had once again found his sarcasm. Elliot shifted uncomfortably in her heels, her eyes still darting from his face to his chest and back again. The light from beneath the door poured in enough to emphasize every muscle on his exposed flesh. She felt like a mosquito drawn to the light that would inevitably kill her, but she kept on heading towards it..<br><br>She had managed somehow to zone out entirely when it came to his rant, her own thoughts far too loud to even let Cox’s rant penetrate the whingy high pitched high speed panic attack. <em>Oh my god he’s gorgeous! </em> <br><br><em>Ah! </em> She swallowed hard, staring at his lips now…<br><br><em>What are you thinking Reid get it together! He’s tormented you for years, caused you anguish and pushed you towards the edge of mental breakdowns at every opportunity you’ve given! Which..is a lot..But still! Don’t let the fact that you haven’t had sex in soooo long make you think that he‘s all of a sudden somehow not a jerk! Just because he could easily rip off your clothes and ravish you right in the middle of the call room like a sneaky Mexican apple thief……..</em><br><br>Elliot’s knees buckled.<br><br>Her lips quivered, hearing that familiar emphasis on her nickname that usually signified the end of his rant and that he had gone into a question for her. Eyes wide still Elliot, blushed in the darkness and tried to act like she had been listening. “Yes I understand! You need sleep and, my..bo..peep staff?” Her tongue swelled again and Elliot stared, hypnotized by every subtle move Doctor Cox’s muscles made. Why he was having such an effect on her was anyone’s guess. She had seen naked, well built men before. In fact, all of her boyfriends with the exception of J.D. were pretty muscular. Perhaps, it was because she had never in her tangled mind web of crazy, had ever thought of Doctor Cox as…sexy. <br><br>He shifted then, which made her posture tense once more. His eyes were fixated on her, while she was still staring at his muscles. When they met finally, she saw a glint of lust in his eyes that made her heart start racing. Her breath increased in pace as he stood up and approached, her breasts slightly bouncing as he asked her with all the slyness of a wolf if she had seen something she liked. Elliot realized then a Red Riding Hood costume would have been much more fitting, and her eyes darted down to shyly avoid his piercing stare.<br><br>Instead of finding the floor, she found what Doctor Cox had been trying to hide ever since they first crossed paths this morning. Finally, all the little strings connected and that confidence which many speculated&nbsp; to come from Elliot’s recent hair cut, caused her to look up and slightly smile. “I think you’ve seen something <em>you</em> like...”She stepped away from him then, walking towards the bunks closest to the wall opposite of the door, and conveniently managed to hook her staff around Perry’s neck along the way...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacred Heart (SevenxChina Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 20:30:38</strong>
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				“I think I have a good idea…”<br><br>As she walked towards the far side of the room with the seething, brute of a Doctor in tow, Elliot felt her confidence blooming. Her shoes no longer sent shocks of increasing pain reminding her she was a size 7 not 6 ½. Instead she walked with a sway to her hips, an elegant and commanding lightness to her step that completely shattered the image of her bubbly air headed neurotic appearance outside the bedroom, or at least in this case the on call room. When it came to sex, she still had her quirks (and lack of dirty bedroom vocabulary) but managed to conjure up an almost succubus like air about her which came and went with the carnal act.<br><br>She turned&nbsp; to face Perry, blush still heating her face as her heart pounded nervously beneath her breasts. Her brow quirked slightly to see him still confined within the crook of her staff. Did he like being led&nbsp; around like that? Doctor Cox seemed like the sort of man who would kick a woman out immediately if she tried to assert her dominance over him. Didn’t he always demand to be right?! What was going on here? <br><br>Curiosity consumed the blonde as she draped her arms around her superiors neck and met his hot, lustful kiss with her own glossy passion. She felt her body trembling slightly, and inquisitive suggestions whispered in her mind of what to do to test her boundaries with him.&nbsp; She was intrigued by his seemingly obedient following, and was curious if that was only due to the fact that horny men were as eager as lost puppies, or if something more sinister influenced that grin he had.<br><br>Elliot moved one of her long legs around his waist and pulled him closer in the dark so that his arousal would press firmly against the curve of her sex. Her fingers twisted within his curls as she sought to part his lips with her eager tongue. A fever coursed through her body as she tried to picture from above what&nbsp; was happening here. She was locking tongues and limbs with Doctor Cox. Doctor Perry Cox, senior attending physician and primary tormenter of Sacred Heart. Though J.D. was in close running of being the worst of his victims, Elliot had always considered herself far more wounded by his words... <br><br>Strange things turned Elliot on, apples included, and at that moment the icy eyed blonde glowed with pride at the thought of finding someway to hold power over the tyrant who had persecuted her from the first day she arrived. A devlish smirk came to her lips as she heard a growl which indicated he might speak, and boldly she struck the length of her staff against his backside.<br><br>“Shut up..”<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 21:47:04</strong>
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				Being a control freak always had its little social backfires. Like frightening off all of her friends in the seventh grade when she freaked out that there was an odd number of presents but an even number of guests. Spending her morning making sure every corner of her bed was tucked in completely at the same length as all the others also made her late occasionally when her sheets shrunk in the dryer..Then of course there was that time that she planned her own engagement….<br><br>Regardless!<br><br>If a man secretly yearned for a woman to take control, Elliot was neurotic for all the right reasons. She tilted her head to the side slightly as he sucked and kissed upon her skin, her fingers twisting within his curls which were as soft as she remembered that one time she dared to boing them. She brought him closer with her leg, angling her waist so that the length of his arousal pressed against the slit of her sex. She moaned, softly at first, before her power trip regained itself with that strike of her staff.<br><br>She paused, only a moment, after doing so and wondered if she had misjudged his primal urges. Her eyes went wide again as he pressed heavily against her lean body, in shock as to what she had done. Knowing her luck, and the way she got swept up in the moment, Elliot found it very possible that she had crossed the line. An anxious pulse between his legs reassured her however, and when his eyes rose to meet hers she had narrowed them teasingly, biting her lip just to further put him over the edge.<br><br>A moan escaped her lips however as he began claiming her neck with more vigorous passion. Her back arched, so that her breasts would press against his chest eagerly. This provided him more room to search for the very tricky hooks on her bustier…which he then decided to ignore completely. Hearing fifty dollars worth of lace and silk tear, Elliot wasn’t as mad as she expected, and instead swatted Perry’s ass again with her staff and smirked. <br><br>“And you’ll be paying for that…” She mused in an almost sing songy fashion just to further assert herself over him and proceeded to shift within his embrace to allow the ruined garment to fall to the floor. She had worn no bra, as the tightly fitting bustier wouldn’t allow it, so her breasts perked eagerly in the brisk air of the on call room. Elliot felt her blush rising again and immediately claimed his lips before she became shy at her partial nudity. She kissed him hotly, sucking at his lower lip as she allowed her confidence to rebuild. Withdrawing only slightly from the kiss, she rose her brows expectantly. <br><br>“Go on..”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sacred Heart (SevenxChina Doll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 17:21:35</strong>
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				As with most every creature that was deemed non existant, to lure sex cat Elliot into being there was a very simple condition that had to be consistant throughout the bedroom <em>ventures</em>. The lights had to be off. Not dimmed. Off. The small amount of light from the hallway was fine, as long as it was casting low not down, since that causes weird little shadows in very wrong places. So Elliot had, even before her first boyfriend but after many hours light testing herself naked, that she preferred herself entirely in the dark. <br><br>That familiar Cox throat growl signaled he had more than likely caught on to her shyness and Elliot, desperate to regain control, moved herself back somewhat to show off her breasts. The light from the hall wasn't able to reach that far, so the blonde Doctor nipped at the attending's nose before she was tossed onto the bed. She stretched out elegantly upon the bed, and slipped her lacy skirt off and set it down on the floor. Now laying in only her panties and stockings, a smile curled at her lips as she quirked a thin brow teasingly to him as he stared. <br><br>"Not at all" she said surprisingly without choking, reaching up to tug the off guard man onto the bed by the elastic waistband of his Scrubs. She shifted so he would land on his back, and she would move to straddle his waist. (Another position she decided after looking at the full length mirror temporarily placed in front of her bed, that she looked best in). Leaning down, Elliot's lengthy fingers would push up Doctor Cox's shirt only slightly, kissing at the exposed skin of his waist and lower chest. For being at work for 72 hours, his cologne had lasted very well. She took in his scent approvingly, glancing up at him beneath thick lashes as she proceded to move up his body slowly, feline like in her grace. Her eyes no longer were filled with worry, nervousness nor a million other thoughts. Those blue eyes were set icily on Doctor Cox, the typical Elliot Reid was gone save for a screaming high pitched voice in the back of her head, and her heart pounding at a million beats for second..<br><br>Her waist moved to press his arousal only slightly against her panties, still hovering slightly above him she leaned down to gently kiss at his bottom lip, smirking all the while as if she was taking her time...Her hands moved to grip his wrists, pressing them down to the bed as her lips moved to his neck, and her waist started to press a bit more..then a bit less..<br><br>That shrill voice in the back of her mind was running out of breath giving off all the things wrong with this situation...<em>Colleague...Doctor Cox...Public room...Doctor Cox...Someone could walk in..Doctor Cox...At work...Doctor Cox!</em> Until finally it silenced, and settled back to watch the sensual disaster in the making...anticipating the time where it could blurt out with a million other echos, <em>I told you so.</em>
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