Andre + Adelaide
"Well, I don't want to go to a bar."
Andre stared down at Adelaide the Intern (oh, yes, she was going to get called that all night, now) with a look of severe disdain. After months of flirting and unresolved sexual tension, they were finally going out on their first date. Or well, they would be if she would just take a damn step out of her flat!
"You don't get to pick where we go," Andre stated, "I'm taking you out, so you go where I decide to spend my money."
Adelaide shrugged unsympathetically, "So then I'm not going out with you. You want to go to a bloody pub, go ahead."
"It---is a nice pub!" Andre argued, finding himself flustered. Normally when he felt a twinge of fluster he completely changed the subject or walked away, but he'd had a very hard time walking away from this woman. "A very nice pub, all the healers go there after shifts to relax."
"You want to go to a place where all our coworkers can watch us and whisper? Come on." Adelaide pushed the door to her flat open wider, "We know everything about each other, don't think I didn't see you reading my files."
"That was strictly because I am your resident and---" Andre hated this woman, why was he trying to shag her? Really? REALLY? Would it honestly be worth it? Seriously?
Adelaide huffed and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down into a very, very deep kiss.
Oookay, it was worth it.
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