The Laughing Gas Incident
Rating: R (Maybe more—what do you think? I really, really tried !)
Disclaimer: *I* don’t even claim it.
Summary: It’s time for Webb’s regularly scheduled dental appointment
Author’s Note: Sometimes there just isn’t a plot. Now maybe you can see why I stick to the lower ratings!
Experimentation In Progress: This is part of a random series of ficlets called “CLAYSCHOOL”. Anybody want to join me? The only requirements are that each “lesson” MUST include Mac/Clay, something about Clay is revealed to Mac, and the “lesson” is stated within one sentence (or phrase) at the end of the scene. No plot required; no length specified. C’mon, I’m sure some of you can show me how to achieve a higher rating. ;-)
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AUGUST 2, 2003
WAITING ROOM OF T. GROGAN, DDS
MEDICAL CENTER COMPLEX
ARLINGTON, VA
Clay flipped his cell phone open, then flipped it closed, enjoying the blipping sound that resulted. The receptionist smiled indulgently at him as he repeated the action over and over.
Walking around the tall counter, she approached the unnaturally happy man. “Mr. Webb?”
“Mmmm-Hmmm?” he grinned, flipping the phone open once again.
“Could I call someone for you? It takes quite some time for the nitrous oxide to wear off, you know.” She nearly laughed at the wide-eyed look of surprise on his face.
“Really? That’s not good, is it?” Clay’s expression was wondrous.
“Not in your case, honey. Here, let me call someone for you. Who can come and get you?” She gently took his phone from him and scanned the menu.
Clay thought out loud for a moment. “Well, Mother’s out o’ town, an’ Harrison dropped me off here but he’s not due back for---what’sa time please?” The question was earnestly asked and Mrs. Wilson smiled at his innocent expression.
“Four o’clock,” the grandmotherly woman responded.
“No, that’s not it, ma’am,” Clay told her.
Figuring she needed to take charge here, Mrs. Wilson called out a series of names from the cell phone’s menu. She hit pay dirt on the seventh name. It also just happened to be the only female name she’d seen on the phone. “So can I call Sarah for you, Mr. Webb?”
“Please,” was his blissful response.
Easily pushing him into one of the waiting room’s stuffed chairs, Mrs. Wilson pressed the ‘select’ button and waited. Within moments, a brisk voice answered. At hearing a young woman say “Colonel Mackenzie,” Mrs. Wilson grew wary, but decided to follow through with the call.
“Would you by any chance be Sarah?”
“I’m Sarah,” confirmed a suspicious voice.
“Well, Sarah, you don’t know me but I’m the receptionist at Dr. Grogan’s office. Dr. Grogan, the dentist?” Not hearing anything on the other end of the phone, Mrs. Wilson plunged forward.
“Uh, do you know Clayton Webb?”
“Yes, I do. Who is this?” Mrs. Wilson could tell the woman was beginning to get worried.
“Well, Sarah, I’m Mrs. Wilson---Dr. Grogan’s receptionist. You see, the thing is, Mr. Webb was given nitrous oxide during his appointment and is slightly, uh, well he’s high as a kite, dear. Do you know of anyone who can come pick him up?”
After giving her directions to the office complex and receiving assurances that the young woman would pick up Mr. Webb, Mrs. Wilson flipped the cell phone closed. The blipping sound caught Mr. Webb’s attention, but Mrs. Wilson carefully placed the expensive cell phone in his shirt pocket. “Mr. Webb, you be a good young man and stay right there, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Mrs. Wilson,” came his meek reply. Then, “How long do I have to sit here, ma’am?”
She had to admit that he was extremely well-mannered for someone who was soaring on laughing gas. “Until your Sarah gets here.”
“Oh!” This piece of information seemed to make him extremely happy. “No problem, then---she’s worth the wait!” he confided, then settled down to patiently pass the time.
Forty minutes later, when Sarah arrived, Clay was sound asleep. Striding up to the receptionist’s counter, the Marine officer politely inquired, “You’re Mrs. Wilson?”
“Yes, and you must be Sarah.” Gesturing toward the sleeping man, she confided, “He just conked out about half an hour ago. He was very good---just sat there and hummed to himself until he nodded off.”
Sarah giggled and asked how long it should be before the laughing gas wore off. “Not long now, dear. I’d say that by the time you get him home he’ll be back to his old self.”
Sarah released a light breath, thanked the elderly woman, and jostled Clay awake. Groggy but cooperative, he followed her out to the corvette convertible and snuggled into the leather passenger seat. Waving her thanks, Sarah headed towards Clay’s townhouse.
As she drove, Sarah lightly petted Clay’s blowing hair and left arm. It was obvious she’d been worried about him and Clay reveled in the small touches. The cool afternoon air was quickly reviving him and Clay was feeling just about normal when they pulled into the garage.
Reluctant to give up the company of the caring woman by his side, Clay made a snap decision to feign incapacitation. Exiting the car much the same way he had entered it, he leaned heavily upon Sarah as she extracted the key from his pocket and opened the door.
Once inside, Sarah led her surprisingly heavy burden to a large, overstuffed armchair. Collapsing on the chair, Clay managed to pull Sarah down on his lap and cuddle her to him.
“Clay,” she giggled, “are you still flying high?”
“Mmm-huh,” Clay was glad to be able to answer honestly—even if it was Sarah’s proximity that was giving him the natural high. He sighed happily as he fumbled open Sarah’s uniform buttons.
“Oh, lord,” she sighed. “This feels so good and it’s been so long, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.” Sarah ran her hands over the button placket of Clay’s forest green polo shirt, but started to sit up.
Clay yanked her back down and assured her, “Please take advantage of me. It’s okay. I’ll return the favor.”
Sorely tempted, Sarah lightly blew in his ear, “Promise?”
Clay shivered and reached for the buttons on her khaki uniform blouse. “With every fiber of my being.”
Fingers tangling in one another’s clothing, they both gently leaned forward for that first touch, that first taste, of a kiss. Lips clinging, Sarah inhaled the fresh minty taste of the toothpaste the hygienist had used to clean Clay’s teeth. Liking the flavor, she ran her tongue along the edge of his front teeth while he smiled and slightly opened his mouth, inviting her in.
Tentatively touching her tongue to his, their lips clung again and she could feel him breathing in her essence, his tongue slowly dueling with hers until he began a gentle suckling motion that made her gasp. Needing oxygen, they broke apart, breathing hard and staring deep into one another’s eyes.
Clay smiled as he reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt off over his head in one smooth motion. Ducking her head, Sarah nipped at the base of his exposed neck while he made short work of her jacket, blouse and bra. Enfolding her in his bare arms, Clay’s lips reached for hers again as he slowly rubbed his chest across her responsive breasts.
Sarah groaned into his mouth, loving the sensation of his soft hair abrading her nipples while they leisurely kissed. Holding him closer to her, she tentatively ran her nails up and down his back. Clay inhaled sharply and suckled on Sarah’s lower lip until her fingers tangled in his hair at the back of his neck.
It was his turn to groan as Sarah bit down on his earlobe and pulled his head down to her breast. Trailing her hands through his silky locks, she keened in appreciation as Clay sucked on first one, then the other engorged nipple. Begging him to suck harder, Sarah nails left light pink marks across his shoulders as he thoroughly enjoyed his assigned task. Several long minutes later, Clay lifted his disheveled head, his slumberous eyes glowing with need.
Standing both of them up off the chair, Clay dispensed with first her uniform trousers and panties, then his navy slacks and briefs. Looking down into her eyes, he leaned down for another slow, deep kiss. She willingly complied, wrapping her arms around his bare waist and smoothing her hands along his muscular buttocks. Clay’s hands traveled down her sides, detouring in several satisfying places before settling on her hips. Squeezing the generous curves he found there, his hands retraced their path back to Sarah’s graceful shoulders.
Sitting them back down, Clay arranged Sarah’s thighs astride his hips and continued his exploration of her body. His long, sensitive fingers massaged both breasts firmly as Sarah begged him to enter her.
“Now, Clay,” she ordered.
“Nope. Too soon,” he grinned, enjoying his journey.
“You’re killing me here,” she complained softly, her panting breaths leaving a hot trail down the side of Clay’s temple.
“Isn’t that the whole point, sweetheart?” he asked, licking the moisture from between her breasts as she began to shake from within.
Grabbing his shoulder with one hand and raising herself up, Sarah reached down and centered herself over him, plunging down with a shout of feminine triumph. Not really caring that she had decided to take charge, Clay was mesmerized as he watched her breasts move up and down with each flowing thrust. Tipping her forward a little more, Clay licked and sucked at them as Sarah shouted her satisfaction from the fast ride.
Sarah was still quivering around Clay when he began to thrust up, holding her hips tightly against his own. Looking down, she saw his face screw up in deep concentration before his release came and his damp forehead touched her chin, then her cheek, seeking comfort.
Lovingly, Sarah clasped his head to her as their breathing calmed. She stroked his hair back, loving the closeness of their embrace. They both dozed off while Clay still held her safely in his arms, cuddling her close.
Much later, Sarah carefully extracted herself from Clay’s protective embrace. Slipping on his green shirt and wriggling into her panties, Sarah bit her lip in belated concern. Considering the event that had led to this incredible coupling, she was consumed with guilt. She really had taken advantage of his vulnerable reaction to the nitrous oxide.
Lesson 5: A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.
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