Very early Sunday morning - 239/240

[notcalledlizzie]

Yawning widely, Elizabeth quietly slipped inside the dorm room and lowered her bag to the floor. Letting her eyes adjust to the dark, she peeled off her clothes as she crossed the room to slip into bed next to Janet.



[[ooc: *is back and exhausted and clinging to internet connection omg*
Open for the roomie when/if she's around for first thing. Open for all later in the morning]]

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[janet_fraiser]

"You weren't looking forward to th consequences of being naughty, were you?" Janet lifed her hand, then brought it down with a light smack.

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Not at all," said Elizabeth breathlessly, jolting slightly at the contact.

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[janet_fraiser]

"I think I'm going too easy on you," murmured Janet. She let her hand come down again, slightly harder this time. "I think you like being a bad girl, Ms. Weir."

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth gasped louder this time. "Not at all, Doctor," she tried to assure Janet. "In fact, now that I've seen what this office has to offer, I believe I'll be increasing my doctor visits."

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[janet_fraiser]

"I still haven't examined you thoroughly yet," said Janet. She spanked Liz again, harder, the crack of her palm echoing sharply in the room. "I'm sure your blood pressure is elevated."

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth bit back a moan. "I've been advised that I should relax more, yes," she admitted.

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[janet_fraiser]

"I suppose you think I should take your pulse," said Janet, her hand skimming Liz's bottom lightly before she spanked it again. "Do you think you know better than I do, Ms. Weir?"

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Not at all, Doctor," murmured Elizabeth. "I yield to your knowledge and skills."

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[janet_fraiser]

"You'd better," said Janet. "Now turn over, and sit up so I can check your heart."

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Yes, ma'am," said Elizabeth, pushing herself up into a seated position.

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[janet_fraiser]

"Have you been feeling your heart racing before you came here?" asked Janet, putting her palm over Liz's heart.

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes, but perhaps not as much as it is now," admitted Elizabeth.

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[janet_fraiser]

"And why do you think your heart is racing now?" asked Janet. Her hand brushed along Liz's nipple as she moved it away.

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth moaned softly. "The close proximity of a very attractive doctor," she murmured.

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[janet_fraiser]

"I see," said Janet. She leaned forward, her mouth brushing against Liz's skin. "Did you come in for a physical because you wanted something more.?"

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth gasped. "That thought may have crossed my mind."

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[janet_fraiser]

"What else were you looking for?" asked Janet firmly, biting Liz's shoulder before straighteing.

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Company after spending the week with aging politicians?" suggested Elizabeth, struggling to keep her hands to herself.

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[janet_fraiser]

"That would raise your stress levels, yes," agreed Janet. She nodded, her hands sweeping across LIz's baody. "I can see we're going to have to relax you somehow."

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth moaned low in her throat. "I'd be happy to take onboard any suggestions and techniques that you feel would be useful," she murmured.

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[janet_fraiser]

"I was thinking biofeedback," murmured Janet, cupping Liz's nipples in her hands.

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth gasped. "Sounds interesting," she said.

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[janet_fraiser]

"There are some very interesting theories on stress reduction," said Janet, her mouth closing over Liz's breast.

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I'm liking this one," moaned Elizabeth.

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[janet_fraiser]

"You'll like this one better," said Janet, her hand resting on Liz's thigh, then sliding up, fingers trailing through slick heat.