Hey everyone. Okay, this is my first attempt at a fanfic and cos Jess and Ros mentioned it last night- you all get to read it (this is dedicated to them btw!) Here goes...


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It was Boyce’s birthday and an eclectic mixture of staff from the hospital were collected round a table in the centre of the restaurant. Amongst the general chatter of the guests, food was passed around and copious amounts of wine poured. The pair were eyeing each other across the table. Caroline was sitting next to Mac, while Guy was next to Martin. Each tried to look interested in their neighbour’s conversation but their body language told the world a different story. Although Caroline had feelings for Mac, tonight she was seeing Guy in a different light; perhaps it was the alcohol talking, or the spicy food. She couldn’t think, all she knew was that the way she was feeling right now; hungry, but not in a food sense. Realising how rude she must appear to Mac, she excused herself from the table to “pop to the loo”. She practically ran away from a bemused Mac and a concerned Guy.

She flung the door open, grabbed the nearest sink and splashed herself with cold water while watching herself in the mirror. “You are in love with Dr McCartney. Now, pull yourself together, go out there and stop thinking about Guy” She muttered to herself. She screwed her eyes shut and shook her head, then jumped as she felt someone put their hands around her waist. She was about to whack her attacker somewhere near the genital area when she heard his voice “Something wrong?” Her eyes now wide open she could see Guy’s reflection in the mirror, he grinned at her before poking his tongue very close to her neck attempting to lick. “No, thank you.. I’m fine!” She replied, refusing to look him in the eye, her body stiff. Turning her round to face him, Guy smiled, a genuine smile meant to calm her. Unfortunately it didn’t seem to work as she just stood, wide-eyed, face expressionless. “Right” He said as if he had just debated a decision in his head. Before Caroline had a chance to say anything he was kissing her. He was an excellent kisser, soft and hard at the same time. She could feel he wanted to deepen the kiss but he held back. After a moment’s hesitation, she allowed her tongue to probe into his mouth, tasting him. Running her hand through the hair at the nape of his neck, she pulled him towards her.

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AHHHHHHHHHHH i love it already!!!!!!!!!!!

hot hot hot hot hot hot hot :wub:

NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Great fic, but it's all wrong! I can't abide it!

That's right Caroline! Listen to yourself!

:jawdrop why have you not written sooner? why did we not make you write sooner - this is amazing :excited :high oh my day i love it some much you rule CL :D

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Aww- thanx for the comments- I'm flattered but very worried if you had high expectations lol! Anyho, here's the next bit oh! and a quick warning- it's quite smutty! :D


This was all the encouragement Guy needed, soon his hands seemed to be everywhere, he cheek, her neck, her back, her arse, her breasts. Breaking the kiss, Caroline gasped for air. The pair looked into each other’s eyes and saw mutual lust. Without even checking they were alone, Guy picked her up, rested her on the ledge next to the sinks and kissed her passionately again. He stepped back and looked at her for a second, taking in her beauty. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Unable to speak, Caroline nodded, breathing heavily. He began to undo his belt, she seemed to be transfixed, suddenly, as if something had snapped inside of her, she pulled him towards her by the trousers, undid the button and zip and pulled them down along with his boxers, shouting each other’s name they fell into oblivion.

Back at the dinner table, there was a strange noise; suddenly Martin realised that someone was sawing underneath their food. He tried to get Mac’s attention before a circular piece of table fell, and woman jumped up through it. “I’m here!” Everyone on the table suddenly went silent as the looked at Sue White in horror. In one hand she held a white stick, in the other, a saw. “I am heavy, heavy with child” she explained to the stunned audience. “And it’s yours!” Grinning at Mac she handed him the stick, a pregnancy test, apparently used. Martin’s jaw was so low by this point it was a wonder it was still attached to his skull. After a few moments, many guests attempted to return to their conversations, all too used to Sue’s outbursts and eager to ignore them as much as possible.

Martin persisted to look at Sue in astonishment while Mac attempted to weigh up the situation. She didn’t have a bump so she couldn’t be that far gone. Not that he would even consider asking her to have an abortion, that would be murder and after Holly…he struggled to get his thoughts back on track. Come to think of it, how the hell had she managed to conceive his child? He had no doubt that it was his- it wasn’t Sue’s style to lie and he knew she would go as far as necessary to get what she wanted. That was one thing he admired about her, she was fearless. Of course that’s also what scared the sh*t out of him. It was then he remembered what he thought had been a dream when he was in his coma, would she practically rape him? Would she really go that far? He had little doubt that the answer was yes. Feeling suddenly violated and confused he picked up his belongings and left the restaurant without saying a word.


edited: a couple of paragraphs have been deleted due to graphic content.

:o so mac's just left ??? what about caro??

although she's having steamy hot sex with guy - that was toooo hot BTW i loved it :)

more more more!!

Post more smut. Please.
I know I should be talking about how bad I feel for Mac, and how great your writing is, and how it should really be Caromac, but that part of my brain isn't actually working after reading your smut. I need more. :notworthy

HOT!!!!!!!!!!!

I need more now please?

Ohhh errr. I'm shocked at Caroline's behaviour. Shocked :o

Waits for the next installment. :blink:

:o Wifey seriously why have you not written before!! That was hot so far beyond hot! i loved it really loved it!!

:jawdrop :jawdrop CL!!! im absolutely amazed you havent posted a fic before!!!! this is brilliant *sits eagerly and glues eyes to computer screen waiting for more*

you, my friend, are no short of a genius!!!!

i LOVE IT!!!!!

when's this set btw?



oh guy :wub: :wub: :wub: :wub: :wub:


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*stares wide-eyed at comments and nearly faints* Erm.. seriously thanks for the comments- it means so much but at the same time- are you all mad?!

I shall try to post more later but am about to go out (don't worry I shall be back in time for GW!)

Thanks again, everyone!
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oh! and SBL- it's set at Boyce's birthday party- the ep when alan says his best and worst etc? :lol:

Ze next part (thought I'd post it before GW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Dedicated to everyone that's commented so far


Sue screamed after him and attempted to follow but realised a little too late that the table was made of wood and would not, therefore allow her to walk through it. Annoyed, she turned on Martin. “Whaaaat? Wee Elf man? Eh? ‘Your undercrackers too tight or did you have a face-lift that went wrong?” Martin just blanked in response obviously the shock had been too much for his elfish brain to handle. “Erm…. I.. I… I think you should probably leave now” A man at the nearest end of the table stood up and awkwardly placed a hand on his hip, then down by his side, then back on his hip. “Swallowed another conker have we?” The Queen of Insania replied, sitting on the table and swinging her legs to manoeuvre herself into what had been Caroline’s seat. Statham struggled for a reply before gulping down a glass of wine and muttering to himself.

Caroline scurried back to the table, face red, eyes on the ground. Realising the lack of Mac at the table she immediately thought the worst- he must’ve heard! Without even noticing Sue was in her seat, she picked up her bag and ran to her car in search of Mac. Moments later, Guy, looking more smug than ever returned to the table, hitting Martin rather hard on the back. “Right… what’s for desert? I’m starving!” Alan gave him a dirty look and seemed to be about to say something as his phone rang. Looking around for someone to respond, he glared at the remaining guests then left the table and headed towards the door.

Caroline couldn’t think- her brain was so muddled. Where could he have gone? Where would she go if she’d heard him having rough and dirty sex against a wall? Failing to answer her own question, she decided to drive back to the restaurant when she could phone him and try to explain, plus she still had to pay for the meal. Once she had parked, she tried his number five times, each time getting no reply, his home number went straight to answer phone. Close to tears, Caroline ventured back inside; at least Guy would make her feel better, she hoped.




(Sorry for lack of smut in this part.. more will come soon- promise!)

:notworthy :notworthy :notworthy :notworthy :notworthy this is soo funny and so hot and so amazing and oh my life i loove it

post more smut NOW!!!

:notworthy :notworthy :notworthy brilliance in a fic!!!!! smut, caroguy, boyce..... im in heaven :cloud

POST MORE SMUT!
My mood is crap atm, and I need something to make me happy.

Oh dear God! How have I only just seen this? :o It's fantastic! You're a brilliant writer, and this is such an awesome fic! :D Also...very hot... :wub:

this iz tres gd!! :raiseroof

When she sat down in Mac’s seat, Caroline picked up a bottle of red wine and drank until it had all gone. “Erm, Caroline, are you sure you should be drinking, I mean you are driving.. not that you don’t know what you’re doing, I’m sure you do. But it’s just that it could be dangerous and..”
“I’ll get a cab, okay, Martin?” She slurred, shooting him a withering look. She grabbed the bottle that had been situated in front of Alan as Guy stared at her in amazement. She had no idea how much she’d had to drink but started to feel very sick before collapsing onto the table. “Time to get you home, I think” She heard in the distance. She had a vague sensation of being picked up, the sound of an engine and warm bed covers.

The next morning she awoke in a strange apartment with a splitting headache. Next to her, on the bedside table sat a glass of water and two white tablets, which she gratefully swallowed. Next to these, propped up against a lamp was a note.

Caroline. Hope you’re okay, not too hung over or anything, although after the amount you drunk last night I thought it would be a good idea to leave you some pain killers. Just in case. Couldn’t bear to wake you, phoned first thing to say you were ill so you don’t have to go in to work today. I’ll be back later.
xx

Mac turned his alarm off with a groan- he was fairly sure last night had not been a dream, which would mean that today would probably be a very bad day.

Joanna was a mess, every time she saw the colour green she started shaking. Joanna- the hot bitch of the hospital, had been reduced to a pathetic nervous wreck, reminiscent, she thought, of her (as much as she hated to say it) lover, Alan Statham. Looking up from her sweat-drenched bed, she saw him humming to himself in a chair in the corner of the room still fully clothed from the night before. Feeling a sudden pang of guilt, she realised the poor man needed help. He was on the edge, about to have a breakdown. Mind you, she was hardly qualified to give it to him, in the last few weeks she’s slept with a 16-year-old boy, assisted in the murder of her cousin and had begun to have very strange dreams about Harry Potter’s underwear. Sighing, she got up and plodded towards the shower, ignoring Alan’s pleas for wet, slippery sex. She turned on the water, facing up towards it and let it drench her body completely. Trying to calm herself down, she began to think of Lyndon, imagining his skilful hands on her waist, travelling up to her breasts, fondling her arse. Dipping two fingers inside herself she imagined how having sex with the so-called Prince of Darkness would feel. Opening her eyes, she saw herself again, an ageing woman, lanky and wrinkly standing naked under the shower whilst fantasising over someone who she knew deep down didn’t care for her. This realisation brought a tear to Joanna’s eye.

Waiting outside the bathroom door for his Aphrodite, Alan thought he heard a sob. Leaning closer to the door, he asked; “Joanna, darling, are you okay? Would you like to help me charm the mighty python?” After a moment’s pause as she tried to compose herself, she answered “Oh! For Christ’s sake, Alan just f*ck off to work or something will you! I’m not giving you a lift until you find that wig.” At that, Alan muttered before gathering his briefcase and walking briskly out of the door.


(again apologies for lack of smut... I've written it but need to fit it in lol! I'm a slow writer too! Anyho, thanks for all the comments!!)

Wooh I love it, do carry on. I can just imagine the characters - you've got them so well. Whose bed was Caroline in?

Oooh this is very interesting... :D I love it! Whose apartment though? Boyce? Martin? Very intriguing... :yeeay

This is a bit FIT! Well done CL! *fingers crossed Caroguy*

Joanna turned off the shower, desperately wanting to climb back into bed... well, a clean bed with sheets that weren’t already wet would be more appealing but who was she to argue? She pulled on her hold-ups, then her thong and fastened up her bra. Upon staring at herself in the mirror again she screamed in frustration, grabbed the object closest to her, which just happened to be a half-empty wineglass, and threw it at the mirror. The glass smashed sending shrouds and red wine all over the laminate flooring, also damaging the mirror. “Great” The thought “That’s 7 years bad luck- how much f*cking worse can my life get?” She reached for her stilettos, careful not to cut her feet on the pieces of glass, which littered the floor, pulled on her skirt, and blouse and left for work. Almost running an elderly couple over as she reversed out of her drive before driving at 50mph all the way to the hospital.

Guy was in theatre, Mac was late which was very unusual. When he saw little Ginger Nuts poke his hear round the door, Guy couldn’t help but have a little dig; “So, where have you been, you floppy haired poof?” Upon seeing Mac’s less-than-amused expression, Guy decided to up the anti. “What’s the matter? Did Noddy forget to pick you up this morning? No? Perhaps you just couldn’t wait to see your little brother, the Cocker Spaniel?”
“Leave. It.” Mac replied, voice failing to conceal the angry undertone, his eyes fixed on Guy’s in a cold glare.
“Fine, fine.” Replied the Swiss anaesthetist, “What jumped up your ass hole and is now too comfortable to make its way back out?”
“Well” answered the fraise Blonde “As it has absolutely nothing to do with you, might I suggest you keep your pokey, slightly sweaty nose out of it?”
Guy checked his nose self-consciously before allowing Mac to continue the operation in almost complete silence.

She must’ve dropped off again because when she finally came to her senses, Caroline realised it was mid-afternoon. Gingerly stepping out of bed, she padded around the room, noticing how it was becoming familiar. She picked up a photo, it was of a couple posing by the mountains. Smiling to herself, she took a closer look, expecting to see Guy with one of his, what she assumed to be, many ex’s. However, the woman in the photo reminded her of someone- the posture, the unimpressed expression, the dyed blonde hair. For a moment, Caroline marvelled at how Guy hadn’t noticed who his mother was before, “Then again,” she thought, “considering his track record, perhaps it’s not that surprising”. Setting the picture back down, she suddenly became aware of what she was wearing- a man’s shirt with only half the buttons done up, her bra and her panties. Quickly glancing around the room, she noticed the rest of her clothes in a hap-hazard pile on a chair. “F*ck!” she dove at the chair, scooping up her clothes and pulling them on as quickly as she could. “If I leave now, before he comes back then I won’t have to deal with it, I’ll just.. call him and… and… erm.. explain how it was all a mis-understanding and anyway, he took advantage of me because.. I was drunk and..” She sprinted for the door just as it swung open to reveal Guy. His smile quickly turned to an expression of barely-concealed hurt as he realised Caroline was leaving.

“Caro, don’t go. Look, I’ve bought us wine and everything.” Caroline just stared at him wide-eyed before heading past him, towards the half-open door only to be stopped by his hand, turned around and kissed. Guy kicked the door shut, dropped the shopping bag he had been carrying and held her, one hand creeping up her back, while the other still held her upper arm tightly.

:rude Ace writing Cupboard Lady, this is brilliant! God I love Guy... :wub: :wub:

Aww, ty! :hug Anyway, here's some more- enjoy!


It was then that the memories of the night before flooded back to her and again she found herself tingling from his every touch. He pushed her gently, lips still fused, until her back hit a wall, then, without warning began to work on her shirt buttons, sliding the garment down her arms and onto the floor, quickly reaching round to undo her bra. Guy kissed every inch of skin he could find before plunging his tongue into her mouth and exploring it as she reciprocated. His hands, which had been on her breasts slowly moved to her skirt, unzipping it and allowing it to pool to the floor. Instinctively, she began to undo his shirt but as the buttons seemed to be unwilling to undo, she pulled at it, scattering the buttons onto the floor, only to be joined almost instantaneously by the material. Her hands began to work on the buckle of his trousers and she self him smile against her lips as he placed his hands on top of hers, aiding her, not removing his hands until he had helped her undress him completely.

Mac sat in the bar on his own. After his third pint of Guinness, he was actually feeling decidedly more relaxed. As he’d found himself in his own company for much of the last two days, he’d had a chance to do some serious thinking about his current situation. Firstly, he had decided it was definitely time to get a restraining order to protect him from the insane Scotch lady. He was not going to have anything to do with that child, even if it was biologically his. What Sue White had done was rape him and she was very lucky that he had decided not to take any further action so long as he didn’t have to deal with her again, that he would make very clear to her.

edit: post edited for explicit content.

:thud Oh. My. God. I have no words. I love you Cupboard Lady.

ohhh i love this! i love all of it Joanna, alan, guy, caroline, mac all of it

:notworthy That was extremely hot - thank you. I'm at school, which made reading it even more interesting than otherwise - ever tried reading very smutty smut in a room full of people? It's a fun challenge.

oh my fucksie i love you :wub: :thud :thud :thud :thud

there are no word to descirbe how incrediably HOT that was aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i can't wait for more now!!

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Could this fic just be smut and nothing else? Because you're very good at it, and I would love you for that.

WOW.
This fic is BRILLIANT.

And the smut.... :o :thud .
Just....wow.

Please write some more!

I have a cunning plan.... (which isn't really that cunning and probably won't actually materialise but hey, a girl can try!)

LR- I can't believe u read that at school (and I kinda love you for it!)

Thankies for all the comments *goes to write some more*

He began flicking through pages of a magazine on his lap, looking for something that was both comfortable and stylish and within his price range. Moving seemed to be the best idea at the moment. It’s not like anything except his job was keeping him in East Hampton, well, apart from his feelings for a certain Dr. Caroline Todd. He... he loved her, there, he’d admitted it! Mac loved Caroline. But under the present circumstances, was it fair to act on his feelings? Rubbing Sue’s nose in it and putting Caroline in such an awkward position? As much as he wanted to, Mac just couldn’t face doing that to her. No, instead, he would just start a new life somewhere far away then everyone here, in the place he had come to know as ‘home’ could get on without him. “Who knows”, he thought to himself, “It might even trigger Martin into passing his exams.”

It was the 40th time Joanna had heard the same story and as much as she pretended not to care that the Swollen Piglet was having an affair with the resident Love God, by lunchtime she had confined herself to her office. By the end of the day, she was feeling suicidal. The constant chattering of the office girls (and guy) was driving her insane. Alan hadn’t even bothered to ring her for the first time in nearly two years... not that she was counting, of course. She flicked through her wall calendar, stopping at a day marked with a single tiny heart, too small to be noticed by anyone else. Upon over-hearing the 41st reference to the affair, she tore the calendar up, stomped to her office door, flung it open and stalked out, putting on her sunglasses as she went. The office workers didn’t even notice her leave as they stuffed photocopied bank notes into their bags.

It was morning; light was streaming through the half-drawn curtains, warming the room. She inhaled and turned slightly, feeling the presence of someone next to her. Reaching out her hand she brushed his arm, stirring him from his sleep. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up, seeing him smile down at her, she felt complete. For a few moments they stayed like that, neither wanting to look away until Guy lowered his head and kissed her. It wasn’t a hard kiss, but a soft one, their tongues gently exploring each other’s mouths, their hands pulling each other closer. Caroline manoeuvred herself so she was straddling Guy. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, she leaned back to watch the emotions play in his eyes- confusion, lust, love and need. Repositioning herself, she could feel how turned on he obviously was by the situation.

“Morning” She said, sultry and innocent all at the same time. It was all he could do not to flip her onto her back and f*ck her senseless.
“Caroline, I.. erm…” Immediately, her eyes filled with worry. What was happening? What was he going to say? It all seemed to perfect? Why bloody ruin it you stupid, stupid man!
Hating the hurt he saw he had caused, Guy snaked his arms around her and played with her hair, an action she always found comforting.
“I have to work the late shift tonight, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you yesterday- it just slipped my mind” He eyed her suggestively and she giggled.
“Well then, Dr. Secretan, let’s make the most of the time we’ve got here then, shall we?” she grinned. Guy couldn’t help matching her expression. Their lips met and this kiss burned with passion, Guy flipped Caroline onto her back and quickly found his way inside her. She gasped at the sensation but wrapped her legs around him, forcing him deeper. Her back arched to him and he seized one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping it gently with his teeth before swirling his tongue around it until she arched her back and moaned. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy but he watched her intently, savouring the expression on her face, the way she felt around him, how he must be the luckiest man alive to have this beautiful woman in his life.

Joanna awoke to the sound of a chaffinch, “My God!” She gasped, “How in the name of bleeding Jesus did I know that?!” Groaning, she began to stretch, hindered greatly by the fact that she was in a car next to a riverbank. She opened the door and got out, breathing in the fresh air and swinging her arms in an attempt to get the circulation back. She realised how much her neck hurt but somehow that didn’t bother her. After driving so far last night, spending most of the journey in floods of tears then finding herself here, at this tranquil spot, she had managed to do quite a bit of thinking. This had made her strangely un-homicidal and, she had to admit, had allowed her to have the best sleep in months. However, it had also given her a bit of a dilemma- was she Joanna Clore really… in love with Dr. Alan Roderick Statham?!

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:notworthy I love this! You write so well - it's really making me feel for Joanna, and the CarGuy smut is wonderful. :cookie

Some how i dont know how but i missed the second post!!!

But my god!! its hot and its seems to be getting hotter!! I love it!! :notworthy
ekkk!

I think its safe to crown you the official queen of smut now!

there are no words, this fic is just too hot and my gosh aghh and i love the jonanna amitting she's in love it's pure brilliance - why you never wrote fics before is beyond me!

O... M... F.

Wow.

CL, you rock at writing fics. Why didn't you write before?

Loving the including of everyone - so long since i've read a fic like that!

Aww again, thanx for the lovely comments- they mean a lot. I didn't write before because I:
1) am easily distracted
2) have no time and
3) am rubbish at writing.

I've written more but may get IMO to vet this before I post it- I don't want to offend people. If it's too rude then I'll write it up and upload the whole thing somewhere so people can access it is they want but it won't be on this site. We shall see...