forum Hospital RP (Closed)

Started December 04, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

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“Yeah, I agree,”Nokhal’rok replied, eyeing his poor shirt with a breif sad gaze.

He then listened to O’Hara call to another doctor. As the interaction progressed, Nokhal’rok had to cover his mouth to keep his snickers quiet. The way O’Hara spoke to her coworkers was absolutely hysterical. And, the way this ‘Doctor Cooper’ sounded, he wasn’t too bright.

Nokhal’rok then patiently waited when the silence returned. He only hoped that this shirt would fit, be comfortable, and be of a modest hue. It would drive him insane any other way. He couldn’t wait to get his own shirt cleaned, so he could wear it again, and not have to worry about a dilemma like this again. Maybe, he should start bringing a spare outfit with him as well, in case of incidences like this. And, why hadn’t he thought of that before?

O'Hara tapped her heeled foot impatiently as she waited for Coop to return. She glanced at the curtain and flushed slightly when she remembered that the entire conversation she'd just had was directly beside Nokhal'rok. Though she was grateful that the curtain blocked him from being able to see the pinkness of her cheeks.

"I'm sorry about him," she muttered, uncrossing her arms briefly before crossing them again when she saw Coop returning in a hurry.

He came to a halt in front of her and offered the shirt. It was plain, light gray, and just from judging Nokhal'rok's size compared to Coop, O'Hara assumed it would fit. Maybe a bit bigger, but that would be alright.

"There's a good boy," she cooed, turning away and pulling open the curtain slightly to hold the shirt out to Nok on the other side. "Here, this should be suitable."

Coop's mouth opened, shut, opened, shut, opened, and then shut again before he walked off.

(Alrighty, I finally returned to this, lol)

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Nokhal’rok chuckled,”It’s no big deal. Some people cannot be helped.”

He then listened some more, smiling in amusement at O’Hara’s words. ‘Good boy’? Oh dear, one of those folks. It was probably a good thing then Nokhal’rok couldn’t see this Doctor Cooper. Any number of things could go wrong in an instant, whether it was comical or not.

He took the shirt from O’Hara’s hand, then made sure the curtain was properly closed before he finished dressing. He could tell the shirt was different, foreign. It was almost like an alien invasion, except the alien was a shirt. But, he quickly took a slow, deep breath to avoid having a fit about it.

Patience. You must have patience. It is only temporary. The shirt is not a permanent resident of your life. Patience.

Nokhal’rok then neatly folded his messy shirt, checked that he had all of his belongings, and stepped out from behind the curtain.

(Yay! I have too few rps with O'Hara to let this die 😂 Btw, I have references for Cruz and Coop)
(Dr. Mike Cruz (Actor Bobby Cannavale) Reference 1, Reference 2, Reference 3, Reference 4, Reference 5)
(Dr. Fitch Cooper (Actor Peter Facinelli) Reference 1, Reference 2, Reference 3, Reference 4, Reference 5)

O'Hara slipped her hand back out once Nokhal'rok took the shirt from her fingers. "How very right you are," she murmured, rolling her eyes at Coop's retreating back.

She waited patiently – well, as patiently as she could – for Nok to finish dressing. Her arms were crossed, and her foot was tapping the tile floor. The woman was just too worked up from Jackie accepting her offer to pay for the girls' education. If only she had her checkbook with her now–

O'Hara jumped slightly as the curtain pulled back and Nokhal'rok stood there, dressed in his normal clothes with the exception of Coop's shirt. "Alright then, are we ready?" she asked. She didn't wait for an answer as she strode across the ER, passed the nurse's station, and down a lesser-used hallway toward her office.

She opened the door, propped it with a door stand, and again didn't wait up as she lowered herself into her chair and began to dig through her Prada purse. "It'll only be a moment," she murmured, looking through the bag. Her Michael Kors jacket was draped over the back of her chair, and a flowery Chanel scent like the kind that was on her wrists filled the room. The evidence of her style was everywhere despite the original basic-ness of the room.

(Lol! Cool)

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Nokhal’rok chuckled at her words.

As he dressed, he listened to her foot tapping the floor. Somehow, it seemed to make him even more eager to leave. He also started daydreaming of holding O’Hara’s lovely feet and slipping a pair of new heels on them. Oh, would that be a wonderful moment.

“Quite,”he replied, even though O’Hara had already headed away.

He easily followed her, very happy to be out of the hospital bed. As she headed to her office, Nokhal’rok looked around, a bit fascinated by seeing more than he usually would of a hospital. He then patiently and politely waited outside of O’Hara’s office, eyeing everything with interest. He loved how her style seemed to brighten the blandness of the room.

As he waited, he picked up a familiar scent. He inhaled slowly, studying the perfume smell. It was the same one O’Hara was wearing, and he was sure he’d smelled it before somewhere.

“Chanel perfume… I thought I recognized it. I just couldn’t think of it until now. Quite lovely,”he purred after a bit.

O'Hara glanced up from digging through her bag to see Nokhal'rok waiting just outside her door. "You can come in," she offered, sounding slightly bemused at his politeness. Though it was nice. Most people never even knocked, mainly Jackie.

And then again, he surprised her. "Coco Mademoiselle," she filled in the specific name, her expression reflecting her shock openly. "You're familiar with Chanel perfumes?" O'Hara studied him intently. "I've never met a man who could tell me the brand of the perfume I'm wearing."

Her checkbook was now in her hand, and she set it down on her desk before rising to her feet and walking over to him. "Close the door behind you," she instructed quietly.

Nokhal’rok politely shrugged, then stepped into the office. The perfume seemed to engulf him, and he inwardly savored it.

He smiled softly at the name, somewhat amused by her shock. He then chuckled at her words.

“Fashion is my business, and my life. I have always done my best to know both men’s and women’s fashion, including perfumes. I may not always be able to tell the exact perfume, but I can tell the brand,”he replied, his soft smile lingering.

Curiosity and mild confusion lit in his eyes, but he closed the door nonetheless. He then watched her, wondering what she was planning to do. Part of him was actually eager to find out.

O'Hara listened to his words, and despite herself, she was only becoming more and more intrigued by this man. He was so unlike anyone else in her life. He knew fashion, he had respect for her… It was all she could do to keep from pinning him against the wall of her office and kissing him outright.

Instead, she managed to restrain herself. She didn't want to force herself on him, especially not at work, where someone could easily walk in on them. So she settled for standing in front of him and arching her eyebrows while flickering her gaze down to his lips and back up again.

"How interesting," she murmured. "I myself am also dedicated to fashion if you haven't already been able to tell. I hope that our shopping trip proves to be… invaluable."

She wanted to kiss him. Nokhal’rok could tell just by her look. And, part of him, that eager part that didn’t care that his nose had been broken and fixed earlier, really wanted to kiss her as well. And, if it wasn’t for his nose, he probably would’ve kissed her already. She was a very beautiful woman, and one that shared his interest in fashion. It was a rare thing for him to find a woman like that.

“So do I,”he purred.

His back was already facing the door, and if O’Hara really wanted to, he wouldn’t fight her if she jumped on him and locked their lips together. It would block the door, and potentially keep anyone from walking in on them.

Though, Nok really didn’t care if they were caught. He had money. He had prestige. And, he was already a rogue. Whatever happened, he would make sure O’Hara was taken care of. And, that was just out of thanks for her help earlier.

O'Hara's razor-thin wire of control snapped at the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes. He was looking at her… like he wanted to kiss her too. Well, one of them had to be bold enough to initiate it, and O'Hara was just about as bold as they come.

She didn't care much about being caught… if it was the right person who caught them. O'Hara didn't give two fucks if Jackie would've walked in, but if it would be Cruz or Akalitus or Coop? God, she'd never hear the end of it. So she figured a precaution seemed to be in order, just in case.

In one smooth motion, she reached behind Nokhal'rok and twisted the lock on the doorknob until it clicked before pushing him back against the door and kissing him deeply. Both of her hands moved to grip his clothing to force his back into the door even more while her rouge lips claimed his.

Nokhal’rok watched her, the eagerness in his eyes growing as she locked the door. He then grunted as his back met the door, before passionately kissing her back. He moaned as her hands pushed him back even more.

His hands moved to her waist and back, sliding them along her clothes, squeezing her waist. Goodness, he loved the feel of a gorgeous woman in his arms, particularly when she had nice clothes.

“I don’t curse much, but damn, you’re sexy,”Nok mumbled against her lips.

He couldn’t help it. She was. And, her kiss was only tempting him to take things further. He was trying to hold back, to behave after a freshly broken nose, but her perfume was surrounding him and her lips were intoxicating. Damn it, he was torn between behaving or not behaving, and he usually chose the latter.

His grunt made O'Hara smirk and grip his clothes tighter. He'd only just gotten dressed, but already she wanted to tear his clothes right off of him. And his moan made her just about lose it.

O'Hara gave a longing moan in return as his hands slid down her body and squeezed her waist. She almost pushed her hips against his at the provocative touch, but she held herself back. However, her moans faded into an amused laugh as she drew their mouths apart for a moment so she could speak.

"I can tell," she remarked, catching her breath already. "But fuck, so are you. I curse a shitton. I hope you don’t mind."

With that, O'Hara leaned back in, careful of his still-healing nose, and kissed him deeply. She spread her lips and attempted to slide her tongue into his mouth to deepen it further. They couldn't go much further here in her office, but there was always time after their shopping trip…

Perhaps they could return to her hotel room so she could try on everything that he would buy her. Though she definitely had the money to afford whatever she wanted, she would never say no to a man who wanted to spend his money on her.

That moan of hers was intoxicating. He knew, just by the sound, that she was holding herself back. Just like he was. Goodness, he really wanted to go further, to see how wild O’Hara was. But, he fought hard to keep himself in check. It was the wrong place, the wrong time. But, part of him, a big part, didn’t care.

He snickered when she laughed, having a slightly harder time catching his breath. He then laughed at her words.

“I don’t mind at all. And, I’d even say that it makes you that much more enticing,”he replied.

He kissed her back, willingly parting his lips to let her tongue through. He then eagerly slipped his into her mouth. It was the closest thing he would get to her, for now, and he wanted to take complete advantage of the moment.

Though, after a bit, he leaned away slightly. He didn’t want to, but if he didn’t, then he wouldn’t stop.

“We might need to get out of here before I lay you across your desk and kiss every inch of you,”he breathed with a snicker.

"Good," O'Hara mumbled into his mouth before letting her tongue loose to completely taste him. But then his tongue pushed into her mouth. God, he was driving her crazy. It took everything in her not to go wild and rip off her blouse for him then and there.

She had to catch her breath when he pulled back, but his words only made her whine desperately. "Why bloody can't you?" she moaned, panting for air and gripping his clothes tighter. "I want nothing more."

O'Hara was so close to doing something that neither of them would be able to come back from when someone tried to the doorknob. Finding it was locked, there was a knock on the door within seconds.

"O'Hara?" Jackie's voice called. "I know you're in there I just heard you. Why's your damn door locked?"

The doctor closed her eyes and exhaled longingly. "Fuck," she whispered. "Jackie." She reluctantly released Nokhal'rok's clothes from her tight grip, took a step back, and motioned to the two leather chairs on the opposite side of her desk. "Go sit down."

Nokhal’rok chuckled at her whine, but her words, her grip… Nok was a man of great self-control… when he wanted to be, at least… but when someone clearly stated how much they wanted him, that was where he broke.

The intensity of his eyes doubled, a wild gleam blazing to life. His grip tightened slightly, becoming more purposeful, preparing to simply lift her into his arms so he could carry to the desk and lavish her body with kisses and caresses. Until someone knocked on the door.

He noticeably flinched, startled by the sudden interruption. Then, he almost, almost, burst into a fit of raucous laughter when he heard Jackie. He did start chuckling though. It was all he could do. He couldn’t let himself loose without dire consequences now, but nor could he just lock it back up in an instant. There was no way. So, he laughed as loud as he dared, which was barely a sound currently, and prayed there would be another opportunity soon. Otherwise, he might have to throw propriety to the wind.

He heard O’Hara’s yearning exhale, agreeing wholeheartedly, then chuckled at her words. He let go of her when she released him, then sighed as she motioned to the chairs. But, as he moved to the chairs, he paused and leaned down close to her so his mouth was right next to her ear.

“Saved by the knock. But, that won’t stop me next time,”he teased. He then couldn’t resist a tiny nip on her ear before he finally sat down.

He took a quick moment to straighten himself, then he crossed his legs and rested an arm on his lap, subtly disguising a certain clue to what had been about to happen. He then cleared his throat and chuckled some more, his eyes bright with amusement as he leaned on his other arm to watch the door. Though, he shot a quick glance to O’Hara to show his inner turmoil, the bonfire of need in him that had only just begun, before hiding it behind the wall of amusement again.

(O'Hara's current outfit, by the way… Outfit Reference 1, Outfit Reference 2, Outfit Reference 3, Outfit Reference 4, Outfit Reference 5, Outfit Reference 6)
(And sorry this is so long 😅)

O'Hara immediately regretted pulling away when she saw the lustful gleam in his eyes and felt his grip on her waist tighten. Fuck, she thought, slightly angry at Jackie, even though the other woman technically did nothing wrong.

She smirked in amusement as Nok chuckled quietly though. Her thought process was incredibly similar to his, as she was still very turned on. They needed to get out and either into his limo or her town car as soon as possible so they could continue their little makeout session and perhaps take it further…

O'Hara was about to reach for the door handle and unlock it, but Nok's pause in movement immediately stilled her. Her breath hitched as his lips ended up directly beside her ear. Dear God. Don't lose it now, she told herself, biting her lip to keep from moaning. "I expect nothing less," she breathed, gasping softly at his teeth nipping her earlobe. Not many could out-seduce Eleanor O’Hara, but the doctor may have finally met her match.

O'Hara turned to gaze at him, her desire clearly visible in her eyes as she studied him. She noted his distinctive motions and the fiery hunger behind his eyes, and she narrowed her gaze slightly. Fucking tease.

She turned back around and forced herself to tone down her pining for the man behind her as she unlocked and opened the door. "Jacks, good. How do you want to do this?"

Jackie frowned, noting Nokhal'rok lounging casually in one of O'Hara's chairs. "Do what? I'm just looking for a quiet place to sit down."

"The money," O'Hara said as if it were obvious. She headed back to her checkbook and sat behind her desk while Jackie headed for the chair that wasn't otherwise occupied. "I can either pay the school directly or would you prefer it if I just send you a check?"

"I don't know. Would that be weird, me just getting a big check?" Jackie asked, casting a hesitant look at Nokhal'rok.

O'Hara scrunched her nose thoughtfully, then selected a pen from a cup by the corner of her desk. "It's not a sweepstakes. It's a normal-size check for an amount that won't make me think twice."

Jackie opened her mouth to say something, but the nurse seemed to think better of it. She closed her mouth and glanced down at her hands, which were fidgeting in her lap. O'Hara glanced up, noted the motion with veiled worry, and went back to writing the check. The pair began to converse easily as if Nokhal'rok wasn't even there. "Have you eaten?" O'Hara asked casually.

The nurse looked up in thought. "Coffee, banana, Vicodin."

O'Hara arched an eyebrow. "Breakfast of champions. Meanwhile, please step away from the gurney transfers and the heavy lifting. You have Thor, he's a giant. Use him." She ripped the check out and flapped it through the air a few times. "And for the love of all that's good and holy, get an MRI."

"I almost don't want to see the damage," Jackie responded tiredly.

O'Hara languidly held the check out to her friend, but when Jackie reached for it, the doctor lifted the paper back with a teasing smile. The smile played across her face for a second longer before she extended it back out and Jackie snatched it from her grasp. "Closer to godmother by the second," O'Hara sang.

"Okay, you know what? We can't exactly rechristen the girls," Jackie replied, looking down at the check before quickly lifting her eyes to O'Hara again and quickly adding, "Not that you would not be great at it."

O'Hara held her hands up with eyes lit up. "I know. I know. But if you and Kevin die in a fiery plane crash-" she dropped her pen back into the cup and nodded with a firm certainty "-they will be mine."

Jackie rolled her eyes. "We don't get away very much."

"So let me pay for a trip!" O'Hara exclaimed, leaning back in her chair and propping her hands up behind her head. The doctor sat back upright in a swift motion and tilted her head to indicate Nok, just remembering he was still in the room. "It turns out Nokhal'rok has just as much of a fashion sense as I do. We're going to head out shopping."

Jackie didn't look too surprised as she tucked the check into the pocket of her scrubs. "Oh good. Someone else to take you to stores where a pile of shirts costs half the year's rent."

O'Hara frowned slightly and cut her eyes at the other woman. "If you don't want to come with me when I ask, then don't say, 'Sure, I'll go,'" she quipped.

"I'm sorry, but I could never wear anything that costs 100 times as much as the tap class Grace and I were kicked out of last week," Jackie replied, standing up. "You two have fun though." She left easily, shutting the door behind her, and O'Hara's overwhelming need for the man on the other side of her desk came rushing back in a single gaze.

(Cool)
(It’s fine, lol!)

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Nokhal’rok grinned at her look, and it widened when her eyes narrowed. He then watched her before she opened the door, before turning to gaze at Jackie. If he kept staring at O’Hara, it would be obvious his intentions.

He listened quietly, but otherwise stayed out of the conversation. He didn’t want to intrude anymore than he already seemed to be, with Jackie at least. He then noticed how the conversation drifted into more casual talk. A small, appreciative smile appeared on his face. It was good that O’Hara had such a close friend.

When O’Hara mentioned him, he nodded a polite greeting to Jackie, chuckling in amusement at O’Hara’s words and Jackie’s reply. This was the kind of banter he was more accustomed to. O’Hara’s quip momentarily concerned him though, until Jackie mentioned her less expensive style. What a relief! He wanted O’Hara all to himself.

He watched Jackie leave, then his eyes immediately shot to O’Hara, meeting her needy gaze with one of his own. He waited a moment, to make sure Jackie was gone, then he stood and moved over to O’Hara. He leaned down to kiss her, but paused just before their lips touched.

“Desk? Or car?”he whispered.

O'Hara noted immediately how he looked at her once Jackie was gone. Shit, he might just make her soaked through before her clothes were even off.

Her eyes followed him intently as he stood and came around behind her desk. As he leaned down, she shifted herself up to meet him, but the feel of his lips didn't come. Fuck! His breath on her lips when he whispered was making her want him even more.

"I may not make it to the car," she breathed, wanting his hands on her as soon as possible. "Why can't it be both?" God, all she wanted was for Nok to bend her backward over her own desk and take her bloody now.

Nokhal’rok’s eyes never left hers as he approached her. He then grinned when she realized he wasn’t going to kiss her yet.

His grin widened at her words. He knew exactly how she felt, and he likely wouldn’t be able to walk out the door anyway without totally giving away what he wanted to do with her. Though his current pants were tailored to him, they didn’t do a good job of hiding anything at all when he was on fire.

“I was hoping you would say that,”he purred.

He then gave her a quick, passionate kiss, even biting her lip a little, before he straightened and headed to the door. He locked it like O’Hara had done earlier, checked that no one would be able to peep in on them, then moved to her desk.

He gently shifted her things to the side, making plenty of room for what he was about to do. Then, with deliberate steps, like that of a prowling lion, he moved around the desk and over to O’Hara. His eyes gazed at her with frightening intensity, just before he gracefully lifted her to her feet and gave her a deep, burning kiss.

Oh, his grin was infuriating. And the tone of his voice… O'Hara felt a surge of adrenaline and arousal rush through her when he finally connected their lips. She let out a moan when he bit his lip and whined softly as he pulled away.

Though it was wise to lock her door again, O'Hara wanted him back in front of her. She watched him intently as he moved the items on her desk and cleared a space that was already tempting her lust.

Damn, she was glad when he came around her desk again. Every step of his was clearly planned, and she shivered with enticement. When he guided her to stand and kissed her again, O'Hara moved her mouth feverishly against his, reaching to run her hands down his chest until she got to the hem of his shirt. Slowly, she slipped her soft hands underneath the fabric and rested them against the bare skin of his abdomen.

Nokhal’rok chuckled at her whine. He continued with what he was doing, fully aware of her eyes and her need for his proximity. He then grinned at her shiver.

A moan escaped him as she kissed him back. He then couldn’t resist a soft growl as her hands caressed his smooth skin. Though he was skinny, he was also robust.

After a moment, he lifted his lips away from hers, moving to nip her ear before whispering into it.

“You tease me, I tease you,”he breathed mischievously.

His hands slid down her waist and grabbed her hips. His thumbs played with her waistband, fiddling with it, and caressing the skin underneath, without actually moving it.

O'Hara felt a spark of delight as she drew both a moan and a growl out of him. She made to slip her hands up his chest more when he stopped kissing her and moved his lips right beside her ears again. Goddamn, he was driving her batshit crazy with that.

Her breath hitched as he nipped at her, and chills shot down her arms as he spoke. But when his sturdy hands slid down her body and grabbed her hips, she stopped breathing entirely. She jerked into his touch and whined quietly.

"I'm not bloody teasing," she moaned, tilting her head back slightly in the beginnings of her ecstasy. "I want your clothes off, dammit!"

Nokhal’rok chuckled at her reaction to his hands, his breath hitching at her jerk. Oh, he loved it when he drove women crazy. The things they did…

He laughed at her words, grinning like a madman. In reply to her words, he breifly shifted his hands to her waist, picked her up, and sat her on the desk. His hands then went right back to her hips.

“You want my clothes off? I want yours off. I just can’t decide where to start,”he purred.

He reached a hand down to her thigh, squeezing lightly.

“Shall it be your pants?”he asked.

He then slid his hand all the way up her body to her waist, almost chest. His fingers started drawing little circles.

“Or blouse?”