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You glared up at the double sliding glass doors in front of you, biting your lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. The gleaming plaque outside the entrance that read ‘Donquixote Dental Practice’ gave you absolutely no reason to be as shaky as you were. If anything, the whole building looked more like a spa than a dental office. It was the same situation every six months. Nothing ever changed, you had no reason to hate these appointments as much as you did. Or rather, the lead up to them.
Your dentist for the past six years of your adult life, and for much of your childhood, Doctor Rosinante Donquixote (or ‘Doctor Cora’ as you’d called him when you were little) was nothing short of an angel. Only just going into his mid-forties, the man had broken into the industry young at a very successful rate, balancing both the opening of he and his brothers shared clinic and raising his son, Law, whom he’d mentioned to you several times over the years, distracting you from whatever procedure he was performing with anecdotes of the boy only a few years older than you.
He was always happy to see you, always patient with you, always gentle, and at this point he felt more like a close family friend than your dentist, having taken care of you and your siblings for so many years. But even Cora’s easy-going smiles couldn’t fight back the tidal wave of unease that rose in you every time you stepped into his office. Granted, that tidal wave tended to dissipate once Cora started his usual friendly chit chat and gentle touches - but it was still there without fail, at the beginning of every appointment.
And today was no different. Taking a steadying breath, you pushed through the front doors and strode right up to the front desk, where one of the usual receptionists, Bepo, was sitting behind it.
“Hi” your voice came out too high pitched and you cleared your throat, Bepo blinking at you patiently. “I’m here for an appointment with Doctor Donquixote at 9am?”
“Would that be Rosinante or Doflamingo?” the white-haired man asked, almost nervously.
“Rosinante. Doctor Rosinante Donquixote, sorry I should have specified.” You suppressed a shudder. Whilst you had never had the pleasure of sitting through an appointment with Rosinante’s older brother and business partner, his menacing figure striding past you in the corridor during your bi-yearly visits here, despite the bright pink scrubs, made you recoil.
“Not a problem! I’ll just get you signed in…. oh, of course” the receptionist frowned, clicking a few things on his computer. “I’m terribly sorry, we should’ve informed you before your appointment, but Doctor Rosinante has called in sick for the week. His son, Doctor Trafalgar, has been picking up most of his patients for him. Is that okay with you?”
Your stomach almost plummeted, as for a second you thought you’d finally be forced into an appointment with Doflamingo. However, the fact you wouldn’t be seeing Doctor Cora at all filled you with even more dread. Calming yourself, you figured that whilst you’d never met his son, you had no doubt that the man had the same sunny disposition and gentle demeanour as his father. You would be fine.
Probably.
“Yeah, yeah that’s okay, thank you” you forced a smile, taking the sign in clipboard from the receptionist who apologised for the inconvenience a few more times before you took a seat on one of the plush waiting room chairs.
You shifted your weight repeatedly as you perched on the edge of your seat before a redhead in black scrubs rounded the corner and called your name, grinning and gesturing for you to follow him to the exam room. You did as he said, handing the clipboard back to the receptionist and fiddling with your hands as you followed the surprisingly upbeat assistant down the corridor. Reaching Doctor Cora’s exam room, you steeled yourself, taking one more deep breath before stepping inside.
Another man in black scrubs and gold stitching was leaning against a counter when you walked in, but he stood up properly and took a step toward you when he saw you, offering his hand for a handshake.
“You my nine AM? Doctor Trafalgar, I’ll be filling in for Doctor Rosinante today. Call me Law.”
Black hair. Olive-tan skin. Steely blue-grey eyes. Earrings. Tattoos on his hands and forearms that wound up his arms under his shirtsleeves. An attitude that had you immediately intimidated.
Whoever this guy was, he most certainly wasn’t Doctor Cora’s son.
“Um, hi, yeah sorry, I was told Doctor Cora - sorry, Doctor Rosinante’s son would be seeing me today? Unless there’s been a mistake, I- “
“I am his son.” The reply was dead pan, and your reaction must have been one of disbelief because the serious facade dropped and Doctor Trafalgar cracked a smile, chuckling quietly. “Don’t worry, I get that a lot. I’m his adoptive son, I’m aware our similarities end with our profession. I understand a sudden change like this can be stressful, so if you’d rather reschedule when my father is back in the office, I completely understand.”
That smile threw you off. A quick flash of straight, white teeth, framed by dimples and full lips.
Focus.
“No, not at all, I’d rather just get this over with” You confessed, and Doctor Trafalgar, or ‘Law’, simply gestured to the dental chair, sitting on his stool by the computer as he clicked through your chart, his assistant (you caught a name badge reading ‘Shachi’) setting up the examination tray on the other side of the small suite.
“Then we’re in the same boat, excellent” he murmured, voice distracted as his eyes scanned over Cora’s notes on your file. “Alright, been under Doctor Rosinante’s care since you were eight, no major health problems, couple fillings over the years, two wisdom teeth extractions last year…says here you’re a nervous patient, care to elaborate?”
His eyes finally glanced up from the file and fixed onto you, expectant. You took a second to think back on the way Doctor Cora had treated you in past appointments. Always asking about how you’d been, always telling you what he was doing before he did it, always soothing you with a ‘good job sweetie’ or a ‘I’m sorry, I know this doesn’t feel great, almost done’. Wide smiles, high fives, the promise of laughing gas if anything ever got too much for you. One look at his son and you knew you weren’t going to get any of that.
“Um, I guess it kind of explains itself, but I get pretty bad anxiety during appointments, particularly leading up to them if I know I need work done. Doctor Rosinante, as you know, has a really calming presence, and he’s always offered laughing gas during appointments, I find that that always really helps.” You blushed a little, your explanation petering off into mumbles as you felt scrutinised under Law’s stare, a small frown shaping his eyebrows.
The last you’d heard about Law from Doctor Cora, during one of your appointments maybe two years ago, was that he was finishing up with dental school and planning on going into a specialised residency in oral and maxillofacial surgery, alongside working occasional shifts at his dad’s practice to keep up with his basic training. So basically, what you gathered from that information and the interaction you were currently having, was that Law is a high achiever, highly strung, intimidating as fuck, and clearly not used to dealing with patients who are conscious, and therefore not having opportunities to practice his bedside manner. Fantastic.
“Well then, I’ll try my best to keep you feeling comfortable. Like you said, laughing gas is there if you need it.” He moved away from the computer and grabbed some latex gloves from their box on the side, turning back to you with a small but reassuring smile. “Okay?”
His little speech didn’t exactly inspire confidence, but you nodded, getting comfier in the chair as it reclined, trying very hard not to stare as Law snapped the gloves over his hands and rested a surgical mask under his chin.
“Any concerns I should know about before we begin?” He offered you a glance, his hands sorting out tools on the tray by his elbow.
“Uh, it’s probably nothing but I’ve noticed one of my back teeth has been aching a little the past few days, I don’t know” you shrugged, trying to downplay the toothache that had been bothering you all week. Law just gave you a look as he moved closer, strong thighs bracketed just under either side of the headrest.
“It’s probably not just ‘nothing’, but don’t worry we’ll get it sorted out.” Now fully reclined in the chair with law leaning over you slightly, it hit you with full force just how attractive he was. His cologne was lingering in the air once he’d moved closer and you hated the fact that the scent was comforting to you. Daring to look up, your vision was all sharp jawline, a neat goatee and a straight nose, before Law pulled his mask up and turned his attention to you, dental mirror and explorer poised in his hands. You swallowed.
“Open up for me, tilt your head this way a little - perfect, thank you.” His voice was soft, distracted as he fell into concentration once you parted your lips. You felt him lean over you more and you decided to close your eyes, focussing on the smell of his cologne and his low voice calling out unintelligible dental nonsense to the assistant instead of the way his gloved fingers were gently stretching your lips and cheeks.
You ignored the clinking of metal against your teeth and the uncomfortable scraping as he worked, but after a little while you opted to open your eyes. You did so just as Law leaned away from you to grab a different tool, one hand staying hooked against your cheek and jaw, the other arm stretching to the side showcasing to you an excellent view of his biceps. you almost bit your lip until you were reminded of the latex fingers in your mouth, jumping when cold air was abruptly blasted against your lower gum line. Law apologised but didn’t stop what he was doing, one finger absently stroking your jaw. You tried not to focus on either of the two sensations.
“Relax, just a bit of air, it’s not gonna hurt you” he hummed as he gently tilted your head this way and that, tapping and poking at what felt like every single crevice of your mouth. “I can tell you floss but it looks like you’ve been doing it wrong, your gumline here is super inflamed.”
You felt his thumb smooth along the area he was talking about, and if he wasn’t so attractive you would’ve gotten very irritated with him very quickly, feeling as though you were being studied under a microscope. Law continued to snoop around without giving you much of an idea of what he was looking for until you felt the mirror stretch your cheek back and poise itself right over your aching tooth.
“This one here’s giving you problems, right?” You nodded; he leaned closer. “Okay, just gonna take a quick look…”
The explorer scraped lightly at the tooth, and you flinched, heart rate immediately rocketing at the thought of pain being inflicted on you in this situation. Law must’ve noticed your sudden nerves because he pulled back, putting both his tools down and hands leaving your face for a moment, coming round the front of you as he pulled his mask down for a moment.
“Easy, sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You said that tooth’s only been bothering you for a few days? There’s a cavity on the crown that would have taken longer than that to develop.” Law’s voice was neutral, dipping lower as he turned to his assistant at the computer. “We have a class I lesion on the mesio-occlusal of lower right bicuspid.” You knew you’d been caught in a lie as Shachi jotted down whatever the Hell that meant.
“Ah, well I may have been under estimating, it’s been a busy week” You replied, tucking your hair behind your ear and trying very hard to not look at the toned abs and happy trail that revealed themselves when Law stretched his arms over his head. This man was about to drill holes into your teeth; you absolutely shouldn’t have been as attracted to him as you were. Like that was hardly your fault.
“Huh. Well, I’m gonna have to fill it. Did you have plans after this appointment?” You shook your head no, Law nodded. “Good, then we can get it done now. Shouldn’t take longer than a half hour. Gonna take a quick x-ray first, alright?” Law spared you an observing glance before setting up the x-ray machine, his assistant briefly leaving the room. You were sat very still in the chair, putting all your energy into not flinching, blushing, or leaning into the doctor’s touch as he carefully manoeuvred different bitewings in and out of your mouth, taking images as he went. Once Shachi was back in the room, the two of them leaned over the computer to go over your x-rays and come up with a treatment plan, whilst you fidgeted nervously in the chair and tried very hard to breathe like a normal person.
You weren’t much calmer by the time Law and Shachi came to sit either side of you with fresh gloves and masks on, and when the chair was tilted back even more than it already was so your head was practically in Doctor Trafalgar’s lap, you shut your eyes with a slightly panicked groan.
For a moment, there was silence, only the sound of clinking metal as tools were arranged. You expected to feel your cheek get pulled back, a sharp needle point poking at your gums, but all you felt instead was a hand on your cheek, tapping twice gently.
“Miss” Law’s voice was steady, almost soft. “Look at me, please, up here.”
You cracked an eye open and blinked. There was no needle, not even a mirror in Law’s hands. He was still wearing his gloves, but his mask had been pulled down to rest under his chin again, and instead of a frown, a gentle almost-smile tugged at his lips. He’d come round the front of you again, so you sat up slightly to meet his gaze.
“How are you feeling?” He asked calmly, and the question caught you off guard.
“Um, I’m okay? A little nervous…a lot nervous to be honest” You pulled a quiet laugh from him at that, and his eyes met yours carefully.
“That’s okay, that’s normal. I apologise if I’ve come off a little cold, I’ve been scolded more than once by patients…and my dad…. for my attitude. I understand that you might be intimidated by a procedure like this, but it’s very straightforward, I’ve done this plenty of times, and I promise you, you will feel absolutely no pain from my hand. That’s one thing Doctor Rosinante has taught me, that if anything, we are here to help, not harm. You may feel some discomfort, of course, but I am going to try my absolute best to keep your anxiety and your pain at a complete minimum. I think you’d benefit from some laughing gas like you’ve said, but I promise I will not hurt you, at any point. Does that sound okay?”
You blinked again, a little taken aback at the sincere tone in Law’s voice and the look on his face. Right in that moment, you saw his father’s influence shining through him. You were going to be just fine.
“Yeah, yeah that sounds more than okay, thank you” A small smile was shared between the two of you, and then you were voluntarily laying back down, letting Shachi fit the laughing gas nozzle over your nose as you began to feel its immediate effects.
“Okay, breathe that in, nice and slow” Law guided you as you did as he said, watching him flick a numbing needle but the action not frightening you in the slightest, not anymore. “Open up for me, there’s gonna be a small pinch then all the pain will go.”
It was a little more than a small pinch, your expression clearly giving away your irritation at him having lied to you as you groaned slightly and frowned up at him, Law’s lips twitching into a very small, pitying smile as he pulled the needle away and immediately started massaging your jaw.
“Well, if I told you it was going to hurt you wouldn’t have let me do it” He murmured in response to your pouting, those steel eyes washing away your anxiety as they looked down at you. You took a few deep breaths and found the laughing gas loosening your mind with every inhale.
“Don’t like drills” You mumbled quietly as you watched Doctor Trafalgar fiddling with the exact hand piece you were scared of. Despite his attention being on the tool in question, he’d clearly been focussing some of it on you, eyes flicking down briefly as he gave you a sympathetic but unbudging look.
“Does anyone?” he mused, narrowing his eyes as he shrugged, testing the drill quickly as he pressed on the foot pedal. “I know I don’t. But it’s necessary, sweetheart, it’s either this now for twenty minutes, or an extraction a few months from now. The choice is yours, but if it helps, I can tell you you’ve already gotten through the worst part with the needle.”
You just huff, both not enjoying his no-nonsense attitude but finding it grounding at the same time. Despite your fear, when you felt his thumb tugging on your bottom lip you opened without hesitation, only to grumble when he slipped a mouth prop in, Shachi following suit with gauze and the suction.
“There you go, you’re ready. Comfy?” Law smiled down at you just before he pulled his mask up, Shachi settling some sunglasses over your eyes as Law pulled the light closer, angling it just right. The laughing gas had been taken away for now, and whilst its effects still strongly lingered, you missed the constant comfort of it. A small whine escaped your lips as you saw the drill poised in his hand. It came closer and you leant your head away slightly.
“Hey, no, deep breaths, I’m not going to hurt you.” Law had tilted your head back to the position he needed, but your refusal to calm down like he’d asked had him leaning over you slightly more, hand under your chin to keep you looking at him.
“I am not. going. to hurt. you. I promise. We’re gonna go for five seconds, take a break, and you tell me how it feels. If anything’s wrong we can go from there, but I’ve been tapping your tooth with the explorer for a good thirty seconds now and you haven’t noticed. So, you’re gonna be just fine.”
You didn’t really take in what he said until you saw the explorer being taken away and set down, and you realised with a start that you really could not feel a thing. The thought comforted you for a second until you heard the drill whizz to life, but before you could react it was in your mouth and Law was leaning over you.
You must have made a noise of panic because you could feel his free hand stroking your jaw, eyes flicking from your eyes to your mouth as he worked. It took you the full five seconds to realise you couldn’t feel anything other than pressure, and just as you began to get used to the feeling Law pulled away.
“How’s that feeling?” He asked, setting the drill down for a second as Shachi used the suction, Law examining your tooth with a mirror and explorer as he picked at it.
“Just pressure” You mumble around the tools and Law’s fingers, earning an approving nod from him as he picked up the drill again, stretching your cheek with the mirror slightly.
“Just like I told you” He hummed, and you would’ve rolled your eyes if he hadn’t already started drilling again, making you screw them shut instead. It went on for another five seconds before he spoke again. “If you’re not in any pain, I’m gonna keep going with this for a while now, less breaks so you can get out of here quicker. If anything starts hurting, just raise your hand and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay” is all you can manage, suction ridding you of normal speaking capabilities.
“Okay, good. Shachi, rinse” A cold sensation, then the whine of the drill was back in the room. Doctor Trafalgar stayed true to his word - he didn’t hurt you. The noises and feelings weren’t great, obviously, but you could sit in the chair and let him work without twitching in pain. He checked in with you every now and then, but other than that he kept his conversations between himself and the assistant, switching out tools and leaning over you, all handsome and focussed. Shit.
You spaced out, Law’s eyes and jawline and arms and fingers the only things on your mind, until a sudden sharp twinge hit you in your lower jaw and you winced, hands gripping the armrests. Law took the drill away immediately, leaning over you to be eye level.
“What was that?” He asked you, frowning as you explained that whilst it didn’t hurt, it was starting to feel weird. He nodded in understanding, adjusting the mouth prop. “We’ve reached the deepest part of the cavity, might be nearing a nerve. It shouldn’t hurt but you might feel a little sensitivity when I go back in.” You whined again, anxiety spiking a little, and Law hummed, tilting your head slightly until you looked at him.
“I only need to drill for another ten seconds or so, can you be brave for me and hang on for ten more seconds?”
“Can you be brave for me?” hit you like a freight train, and against your best judgement you nodded.
“Thank you, I’ll be quick I promise” Law leaned over you until almost all your vision was just him, his eyes level with yours. The chair was adjusted slightly, and all his attention was on you. “I want you to either shut your eyes really tight or look straight up at me, nothing else. Can you do that?” His voice dipping slightly lower as he asked you.
You nodded, anticipation gripping you. He could tell you to jump off a cliff and you’d do it so long as he asked you in that voice.
“Good, turn your head this way - good girl, nice and wide for me” The drill started up again before you could even react to the pet name. The sensitivity was back, constant and at the kind of intensity that made your eyes water as you groaned, gaze fixing on Law as he nodded encouragingly.
“I know, I know, you’re almost done, I want you to count down from ten on your fingers, show me - there you go, ten, nine, eight…” His low, even voice broke through the discomfort, giving you something else to focus on as you counted down from ten on shaky fingers. You reached zero and he didn’t stop, going for a good five seconds extra before you whined in protest and he eventually pulled away, hands raised in surrender as the drill was placed away on its stand for good.
“You lied” you grumbled when he took the mouth prop out of your mouth, letting you stretch your jaw in relief.
“And you did a really good job, considering how scared you were twenty minutes ago. I wanted to get all the decay out in one go, saves stopping and starting which would just stress you out more. Just the filling to go, c’mon we’re in the final stretch.” He tapped your chin, and you opened your mouth again reluctantly, letting Law and Shachi fill the cavity in your tooth without any protests. You tuned them out, not paying attention until Law was leaning over you again, just him and a dental mirror pressed against your cheek.
“Alright let’s take a look…” he hummed, observing his handiwork in your mouth as you let him tilt your head this way and that. “Bite down for me, gently, that’s it.” A finger tugging at your lips tenderly, observing. “That feel okay?” He asked you and you almost forgot to nod, earning a small smile from him as he sat back. “Perfect, you’re all done then.”
Before you knew it you were being sat up, sunglasses and bib taken away and a cup of rinse pressed into your hand. Law had taken off his gloves and mask, coming round the front of you whilst you gargled and spat into the side sink.
“Was that so terrible?” he asked you, an amused smile playing on his lips when you gave him a flat glare. “No but seriously, you took that really well. Better than most men double your age could, so.”
“You don’t sound like you have the same patience Cora’s blessed with” you mused, teasing him now that he wasn’t holding anything metal or sharp. He frowned at you, almost pouting as he wrote out your prescription.
“No, I have double his patience. He’s lucky, most of his patients are little kids who he’s A) really good with and B) because of that they’ll do anything he asks. I get stuck with moody teenagers and forty-year-old men who can’t even handle a cleaning without squirming. So irritating.”
“Well, looks like I caught you on a good day. I wasn’t looking forward to this, at all, but you’ve been nothing but kind, so thank you for that.”
“Ha, you made him blush” Shachi sniggered, patting Law’s back that was facing you as you saw his shoulders jump up to his ears. Turning around, you fought back a smile when you saw the pink dusting the tops of his ears. Cute.
“You’re fired” He grouched at Shachi, handing you the prescription slip without meeting your eyes. “Just a solution to keep everything clean for the next few days whilst it settles. Any problems just call; I’ll get Doctor Cora to fit you in when he’s back”. You didn’t hide the fond smile that graced your lips at Law calling his dad by his nickname.
“I won’t be seeing you again?” You asked, forcing the disappointment out of your voice. Law raised an eyebrow.
“You want to make me your primary?” He asked, disbelief tainting his voice. The blush was back.
“I mean, you said it yourself, most of Doctor Cora’s patients are kids…he’s literally a paediatric dentist.” You huffed a laugh, feeling your own face heating up. “If you have the availability, I should probably start seeing someone a little more…grown up.”
That full smile graced his features again. You wished you were still sat in the chair, your legs threatening to shake.
“Yeah, yeah I can make room to see you – I mean I have availability; I can book you in for six-month slots, if that works.” Law cleared his throat, avidly avoiding Shachi’s shit-eating grin.
“That works, thank you” You smiled back, shifting on your feet as you made for the door. “Thank you for-” You gestured to your cheek, giving a thumbs up. Ugh.
“Don’t worry about it” His voice was quieter now, a lingering glance thrown your way before he busied himself with tidying up the suite. “You take care.”
“And you” you nodded, before making a swift exit, face no doubt burning a deep, deep red all the way from Law’s suite, to reception, out to your car.
-
A text, later that night. Too late to be professional.
Unknown number: Hi, this is Doctor Trafalgar from Donquixote Dental Practice. Just texting to let you know that I checked my patient list, and I unfortunately don’t have the availability right now to take you on as a patient. I’ll let you know if something opens up in the future. Any problems with the filling though, just give me a call. I’ll sort it on the house. - Law
You almost shrieked into your pillow, giddy with butterflies as you spent a good twenty minutes crafting a response. Who knew being rejected from a patient list could feel so good.
You: Ah, shame! No worries at all, I figured you’re a busy guy. Thank you again for today :)
There was no response for almost an hour, and despite the pang in your chest, you decided to leave it to rest, not before saving his number in your contacts.
And then, at around 1am…
Law: Not busy enough that I can’t take you out for dinner?
No. Fucking. Way.
You thanked whatever Gods had blessed you with enough charisma in that appointment to apparently pull your ridiculously hot dentist.
You: Is that the real reason you can’t take me on as a patient? Not that I’m complaining ;)
Law: Don’t be ridiculous, you want the date or not?
You giggled.
You: I really want that date. Friday night work?
Law: Friday nights perfect. I’ll pick you up, I know a place.
You: That would be amazing, see you then doc x
Law: :|
Law: See you then x
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One Year Later
“Darling, I love you, but if you try and discuss weekend plans with me whilst my fingers are in your mouth one more time, I’m sending you back to that hygienist you hate so much.”
You giggled around said fingers, alongside a mirror and explorer, raising your hands in surrender as you whined. Law was leaning over you, handsome and focussed as usual, trying to do his job, which you were making very difficult.
“You wouldn’t dare” You mumbled around his fingers again. He fixed you with a glare and you gave his pinkie finger a lick for emphasis, making him turn bright red instead. Funny.
“You’re right, I love you too much to do that” He replied softly, focussing on the task at hand. He would occasionally move away from you to the computer to type up notes, doing twice the work with the absence of Shachi. He always made sure it was just you and him during these appointments. “I think I might need to replace this filling at some point soon” He hummed, glancing at your most recent x-ray on the computer before gently tapping the tooth in question.
“The one you did only a year ago? When we first met?” You asked in disbelief, anxious at the thought but also spotting an opportunity to tease. “What kind of quack doctor are you?”
“The kind that gives out free kisses to his favourite patients”
“Oh, I better be the only one of those”
“You are, my love”
“That doesn’t explain why you already need to redo that filling. Did you do it wrong the first time?” You ask innocently, grinning when you caught Law’s eye roll before he shut you up with a finger stretching your cheek.
“It’s your fault, you were distracting me with all your beauty”
You huffed, rolling your eyes. Law leaned down and kissed your forehead, providing you with an actual explanation.
“It can happen sometimes. Just one of those things, but I’ll sort it my love. No pain, I promise”
You smiled – he said that every appointment, and so far, he’d been true to his word. Four months into dating he’d had to take out one of your wisdom teeth that had become impacted. You couldn’t be put to sleep for it due to having a bad history with short term sedation, so you’d been freaking out, stress heightened by the fact it had been an emergency procedure, plus you and Law were barely dating and with the added possibility that he may not have even been able to fix it at the clinic, the possibility of surgery being required.
It was after hours in the clinic, just Law, you, and the assistance of Doctor Cora (moral support more than anything, for both of you). As much laughing gas as he could legally give you, three numbing shots, and he’d gotten the tooth out and you stitched up in under an hour and kept you possibly the calmest you’d ever been during a dental procedure. You genuinely hadn’t felt a thing – even when you could hear the drill sawing through your wisdom tooth – you’d just kept your eyes on Law.
And the whole time, other than talking to Cora during the procedure, he’d kept softly murmuring “I’ve got you, everything’s going to be okay” to you. Right by your ear, fingers cradling your jaw instead of holding it open, gentle shushes and whispers in a steady voice despite how stressed he’d admitted to being when it was all said and done.
“Okay I’ll do it, but you have to promise me something” You looked up at him, blushing at the soft expression already on his face. He nodded as he took his mask and gloves off before stroking your cheek, indicating to you that his job was done, that he was all yours and the poking and prodding was over.
“Sure, whatever you want.” He murmured, tracing your jawline with his index finger.
You paused, hesitating.
“…Can we have sex in the-”
“Oh my God, for the last time we are not having sex in the chair. No chance.”
“You’re telling me you haven’t even considered it!” You accused him, sitting up now as he moved over to the computer, ears pink and not hidden enough by his hair. He didn’t respond.
“…Law?”
His ears burned pinker.
“Oh my God, you have thought about it!”
“Of course I have! Doesn’t mean we can do it! I share this suite with dad sometimes! It’s unhygienic!”
“It’s sexy”
“You spend nine hours a day cleaning gunk off people’s teeth and dealing with their caterwauling then tell me if this room is still sexy.”
“As long as you’re in this room? It’s sexy.”
“You’re exhausting” He sighed, logging off as he stood up, and in one fell swoop, picked you up off the chair and into his arms making you squeal as you looped your arms round his neck. He really wasn’t doing anything to halt your train of thought.
“I’ll strike you a deal – I’ll work my ass off for however long it takes for me to open my own clinic, with my own, private suite. That way, I can have you any way I like in my-” He paused, tilting his head to nip your bottom lip for emphasis, possessive. “Chair. Okay?”
You’d found yourself a little breathless. “…Okay”
“Good girl” He smirked at the furious blush on your face from that comment. “Now scram. I have a root canal to prep for.”
“Have fun!” You kissed his cheek and he turned your face to kiss you deeply on the lips before you left.
“I won’t” He snarked, watching his favourite patient, and to be honest, his favourite person on planet Earth, skip out the door.