SCRUBS FIC: His Alone Time [Cox/JD, NC-17] 1/1
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-12-20 21:23:58
Title: His Alone TimeAuthor: KipliEmail: Kipli@livejournal comSeries: ScrubsPairing: Cox/JD (one sided)Rating: NC-17Word Count: ~2,292Warnings: Masturbation (mmm baby)Summary: Perry enjoys the new soundproof bathroom a little too much... Disclaimer: Not my 'verse. I just play with them. Notes: Once again. I blame. And holy egest I wrote maybe kinda sorta s7 fic!! A take off of the s7e4 'My Identity Crisis' where Elliot mentions talking to Jordan about soundproofing her bathroom which is neither a study plotpoint or anything any sane fan would take too much notice of. This is so very vague still in the placement of just *when* this happens so as far as I can tell it is spoilers remove. Alludes to Elliot/Jordan. ;) And the Gwen Stefani reference came to mind from some other episode.. though I can't recall which.***His Alone Time***"insulate?""Completely.""Why?""Why not? It's a bathroom. I don't want to hear what goes on in there.""Oh puh-lease. Jordan. Since when?""Since... *now*." Jordan huffs at me crossing her arms as I step into the bathroom. "What. Per? You want me to pay them to go rip it all approve out?""Hell no! I'm not giving those *thieves* any more of my damn money." I reach out to knock gently at the wall just inside beside the door. It looks exactly the same. Mostly. The paint the design is all as it was before. Except somehow I can just *feel* that the room is smaller. Shrunken. Padded. Why in the hell would she suddenly do this? She could furnish two shits--oh don't you act chuckle out loud. Perry or she'll blackball you--about anyone hearing her in here. And who was there to hear? Me? Jack? Who would care? But then since when have I ever understood *any*thing that Jordan's ever done with my money? Well except the boob job. That was indeed money well spent. I glance back over at her standing in the doorway. "So it's completely soundproof now?""Yup. You can belt all the Broadway showtunes you want from now on and *no* one else ordain have to *suffer* through the pain with you."I let the jibe at me slide. This room can't really be *that* soundproof. I raise both my eyebrows at her. "Oh really?"I don't give her any measure to reply as I snag the door and slam it shut. It makes an odd breathe in of a sound as it does so not really a slam. Huh. Maybe the room is soundproof. Time to evaluate. At the top of my lungs. I mouth into the door. "You look more and more like your mother with each passing day! The hundred dollar boutique creme is *so* not working for your stretch marks!.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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