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Laser focus, one of the major components to being a great surgeon. If you wanted to win an award you needed focus and precision: two things that Alexander Ivanov prided himself on. The scene was set, Alexander having sweat accumulate on his wrinkled forehead. His eyes focused with the utmost determination, never flinching nor blinking; had this been a staring contest he’d have won by now. His hands had been rotating in constant movement, never in the same place more than once. What kind of surgery could the Cardio God be attending? Septal Myotomy perhaps? Or maybe a Thoracic Aortic Dissection Repair? Oh my! A Coronary Revascularization?! Except he wasn’t in the O.R. or wearing a surgical mask…In fact he wasn’t in anything at all! The scene had panned out to show a naked Alexander Ivanov glistening in the afterglow of his sweat. His breathing was hard and heavy, not because of a difficult surgery, but something much more decisive. Skin on skin contact could be heard as Alexander coalesced with Emmy in a passionate act of lust. 

[color=B81F24]“No wonder why you’re the best peds surgeon, you were made for this”,[/color] Alexander said in a half moan half grunt. 

Meanwhile, Dr. Emilia Carter was trying her hardest to keep her usually high-pitched tone down to a discrete minimum. So far it was working, but in typical Emmy fashion, there was the occasional slip-up. The right side of her face was pressed against the bed of the rep room, wavy blond hair a wild, tangled mess around her. They say God works in strange ways, and Emilia couldn’t help but agree. She was supposed to be fast asleep, taking advantage of the free period between patients to take one of her routinary naps. However, after a text from the ridiculously attractive cardio surgeon asking to ‘go over some files’, she’d found herself right in the middle of the scene unfolding at the moment, calling out to said God to have mercy on her wicked soul.

[color=orchid]“Thanks, babe,”[/color] Emmy replied breathlessly, eyes tightly shut as she continued to focus all of her attention on the task at hand. [color=orchid]“So are you. I don’t know how I’ll be able to walk after this. Lord have mercy on me.”[/color]

There were a few women who had such a profound effect on Xander, while he was surrounded by swooning women and the pick of the litter, Emily was… well, [i]different[/i]. There were flares of solace when he gazed into her eyes as her hair managed to stick to her sweaty face. A natural painkiller, a soothing substitute to the hard stuff he was used to. In fact, Xander was surrounded by gorgeous women with the intelligence to boot. Having such overwhelming options, it was hard for Alexander to not believe he was in a slice of life harem T.V. show. 

Anyway, the man hoped Emily believed in polytheism, since he was a God at more than just Cardio. Just as in surgery, Alexander was the same in the on call room: precise, nimble, and with every intention to satisfy his patient. The unspoken chemistry the two had developed was soon coming to its exposition. They had been in the room for quite a long time now… It would have been a surprise if their colleagues hadn’t known what was going down by now. 

Her sharp tongue had made him laugh. [color=B81F24]“I’m sure we have some crutches here somewhere, if not I have a wheelchair with your name on it”[/color] Just then, the whim of the man began to reach ignition. [color=B81F24]“I…I…I think I’m ready to push one of EPI”[/color] his voice beginning to strain.

Emmy giggled at his cheeky comment, but his next words were enough to quickly sober her up. [color=orchid]“Oh [i]God[/i],”[/color] Emilia cried out, voice taking on a higher pitch as the anticipation of what what coming next began to build up in her body.

Like an IV Drip, the fluid was about to hit the opening into the body, all preparations complete…it was time. Life comes at you fast though and just as he pushed one of EPI his phone started to ring and buzz as loudly as ever. Muffled groans and curse words mixed with the ringtone, creating destructive interference. All his strength had been sapped out of his body as he fell backwards onto the bed and reached over to his loose scrubs. On the other hand, Emilia had fallen down right next to him, trying to catch her breath and regain composure. A satisfied smile was plastered on her flushed face.

Sifting through his pockets, Xander reached for his phone and looked over to the message greeting him on the home screen: [i][b]ALL HANDS ON DECK IN THE TRAUMA ROOM. TRIAGE TEAMS: TEAM 1: IVANOV, ALANAELI, KIM, ARCHER[/b][/i]. 

Alexander sighed as he rolled over to face Emily in all her radiant glory, [color=B81F24]“Looks like I can’t hang around to cuddle, I’m needed in the trauma room.”[/color]

[color=orchid]“Oh nooooooo!”[/color] Emmy whined, faded red lips pressed together in an annoyed pout. The intense session with the resident Cardio God had proven to be a tough competitor for the woman’s liquid lipstick, ultimately leaving the lower half of both their faces with smears of bright red. [color=orchid]"Comes with the job, I guess. You go do what you need to do."[/color]

[color=B81F24]“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you on one of these cases”[/color] he replied, stealing one more glance before moving in for a small kiss, promptly following his dance to get his clothes on. 

Emmy remained motionless on the spot, twinkling brown eyes watching Alexander as he got dressed. [color=orchid]“I guess we’ll just have to see,”[/color] she replied in a bright, singsong voice. [color=orchid]“Oh, and by the way, remember to take a trip to the bathroom before you show your face in public. The lower half of it is covered in lipstick.”[/color]

It wasn’t that Alexander didn’t want to cuddle, but he truly had to go. Leaving a pouty girl to herself was never on list of to-do’s. This girl was dangerous: she might have been the only one to get this close to the heart of the King of Hearts. 

As he adjusted himself and made his clothes presentable he had almost forgotten about his face. [color=B81F24]“I almost forgot. I’ll have to get you back for that one.”[/color]

The blonde woman smiled mischievously. [color=orchid]“I’m sure you will,”[/color] she said cheekily, shooting him a suggestive wink.

[color=B81F24]"Don’t wait up for me, okay? I don’t know how long it’ll take me. But I’ll see you around. Promise.”[/color] Alexander said, shooting Emilia a parting wink as he left the room. The brown-haired man made his way to the bathroom, where he gave himself a quick rinse to get rid of all evidence of his sins before he was off to the trauma center. As he was the first one on the scene, he waited patiently, hoping to meet the rest of his fellow entourage and for them to appear with some information.