"Don't disturb this groove."

[surgeonshands]

Who: Dave Tynan, Aimee Gordon and - by sheer bad luck - big brotherly interruptions by Joe Gordon (posting order)
What: That awkward moment when everything is awkward
Where: Aimee's apartment, NYC
When: The evening in the wake of Joe's elevator faux pas

It was by some awesome luck that Dave and Aimee had scored another night of simultaneously, and this time, actually both had the next day off. It meant they were never not going to have another date night, because there was no denying that things were getting pretty on the serious side between them and they were in that haze of just wanting to spend as much time together as possible. And the sex was out of this world. They hadn't jumped into bed together on the first date or anything. In fact, this was their one month anniversary of them meeting, to date, and it they had really only started sleeping with each other two weeks ago, give or take. Their first time was a night Dave was sure he would never forget. There was no alcohol involved because he didn't drink, and even though he knew he had some pretty heavy topics of conversation he needed to bring up with Aimee in the very near future, their schedules meant dates hadn't been as often as they wanted, so coffee or lunch breaks together on the job were mostly it. It also meant that when they did have a proper date night away from work, they were making up for lost time as soon as things kicked off.

In fact, unlike their first time, which had been slow and sensual a lot of getting to know each other intimately, as soon as Dave arrived at Aimee's door with a bunch of beautiful orchids for her, she had pretty much pounced on him and clothing had been unceremoniously discarded on the path up the hall from the apartment door to her bedroom. The only pause in proceedings was to located a condom and hastily get it on, and now they were sitting in the middle of the bed in a messy of sheets around them, Aimee in his lap as they made love with pretty much reckless abandonment. There was no one else existing in the world at that point for them, and Dave's fingers were threaded through the back of Aimee's long, dark hair as they moved together with their lips locked in a heated kiss. If ever there was a perfect way to unwind after a hectic shift at work, it was this. "Mm, baby, you're so beautiful..." he murmured to her breathlessly when the kiss broke and he kissed down her throat to suck at her pulse point, pretty sure he could drown in the gorgeous scent of her favourite perfume.

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[angelstandingby]

Aimee had been counting down the minutes to this point, and yes, by the time Dave actually arrived at her apartment, she was riled up and horny that she didn't want to wait until after dinner to get to the sex. They could just have more sex after dinner, right? She had no other plans for the rest of the night or the following day, and she hoped it would be a whole lot of this, this, and more of this filling the hours. She was pretty sure that Haley was behind the fact her and Dave's schedules were conveniently matching right now. Haley was a true romantic, and one of the biggest fans Aimee had known of true love and finding the perfect match. She had found it with her husband, so he seemed to have a bit of a cupid streak, albeit a devious one. When Aimee had confessed to her boss - and unable to stifle an actual giggle during the conversation - that she and Dave had started dating, Aimee's rosters seemed to more and more coincide with when Dave was scheduled down time. Haley knew Dave from working at the hospital and sharing the OR when Haley performed C-Sections. And Aimee was more than grateful and had made a mental note to not only call Haley out on her antics, but desperately thank her for them too.

Aimee was pretty sure she had never felt this much passion. She had dated in the past, for sure. Of course, it had all ended badly too. But Dave had this way of drawing out a hunger for intimacy in her that she didn't realise she had. She had previously been reserved about sex and not all that spontaneous, but Dave actually had her being louder than she ever had been, and she didn't care either. Her legs were wrapped around his lower back as she rocked in a smooth rhythm with him, head dropping back a little as she basked in the feeling of his fingers stroking through her hair and his lips moving from her mouth to her throat. Lips that had accompanied a tongue in some very delicious orals skills as foreplay. She was just started to get right into it, feeling that climax building inside her and gripping hold of him as they began to move faster together.

And that was when she heard not only her apartment door bell go off, but also accompanied by a loud and insistent banging that was enough for her to lose her concentration. "Shit," she cussed in a breathless huff. She waited for the rude intruder to take a hint and piss off, but the knocking only got more insistent. "Shit, it might be something important. I should get it. In case something has happened to Joe or Mom," she moaned, something she was always hyper-aware of because they were all she really had for family. "Hold that thought?" she requested apologetically and moved off him, brushing a kiss over his lips to emphasise the apology.

[itsjustjoe]

Joe was really starting to get antsy. It wasn't that he didn't trust Aimee, because he did. He trusted her probably more than anybody else in his life. She was smart, had a good head on her shoulders, and made him proud every damn day to have her as his little sister. He'd never dreamed when they were kids that they'd be lucky enough to grow up with great careers and establish themselves as adults. But both of them had worked hard, only with him taking a lot more detours along the way. Still, here they were with careers and lives, and Aimee had a fucking boyfriend that he hadn't even met yet. And try as she might to keep him from butting in, there was no way Aimee could keep Joe from meeting the guy forever. And with due cause. He needed to know from the very beginning that Joe would take no fuckery when it came to his sister, and that he had damned well better treat her right.

So when his attempt to go and meet the guy at the hospital failed, he pulled out a plan B. And it was that second executive decision that brought Joe to Aimee's apartment. He hit the doorbell, waiting on his sister to come to the door. When she didn't in a relatively expected amount of time, Joe immediately took to knocking on the door. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. He really did have to get a set of keys to this place. It was driving him fucking nuts not knowing who this guy was, and he was almost to the point of asking one of his many police officer friends to do a background check on the dude... Not that he actually knew his name or would be able to find out without Aimee telling him for sure.

The door still wasn't open, but he could hear Aimee walking toward the door and he knocked once more, just for good measure. Joe wasn't usually too hardcore about things, but when it came to his sister, her safety, and whatever guy she was choosing to allow to be part of her life, he wasn't playing any games.

[surgeonshands]

What Dave really wanted to do was just lie there and cuss a hell of a lot out of sheer frustration. But in his defence, anyone who got interrupted in the middle of extremely good sex would. As soon as his arms and lap were abruptly devoid of his naked girlfriend, he just gave a bewildered sigh and reached up to wipe his hand over his sweaty face. All he could really do was watch as she looked around for something easily accessible to put on to be decent when she answered the door. He couldn't say he didn't think it was extremely hot when she grabbed up his shirt and pulled it on when she couldn't find whatever else she was looking for. He didn't think there was much else he could do but just sit there awkwardly at this point. He knew she had a point. If it was someone in trouble or needing help in her family, she shouldn't be here getting laid. If their situations were reverses, Dave would be answering his door now. Sometimes he screened his calls but he had all the people that mattered to him on caller ID, so that was different and hell no was he going to pick up a phone to some phone sales wanker when he was trying to sleep after an exhausting 17 hour on-call shift.

He very, very reluctantly pulled himself over to the edge of the bed and at least pulled his pants on in case it did turn out to be a family emergency. He didn't want to be running around like a chicken with its head cut off completely starkers. He did pride himself on being at least being somewhat modest, and especially in situations like this. But whoever was at the door was seriously obnoxious with the knocking and if it was such an emergency, why weren't they calling out for Aimee to see if she was even at home? If this was Jehovah's Witness, modesty be fucked, he was stripping out of those pants and going out there naked to tell them where they could shove their leaflets.

[angelstandingby]

Aimee was frustrated too. In fact, she wasn't sure she could really speak without it coming out as an irritated growl. She was worried it was an emergency, but at the same time, if it was just something that could wait, this could get messy. She looked around for her bathrobe first and her mind was so pre-orgasm sex-hazed that she couldn't even remember where she left the damn thing. Dave's shirt was the closest appropriate thing she grabbed and she quickly pulled her skirt on underneath it and did up a couple of the front shirt buttons. She shot her poor boyfriend a desperately apologetic look as she watched him half-heartedly pull his pants on. Fuck, he looked amazing all sweaty and ruffled. She wanted to just shove him back on the bed and climb on him again to finish what they started, visitors be fucked.

It took a hell of a lot of willpower not to actually do that. She knew she had fallen for Dave hard and was absolutely smitten with him. He was romantic, he was polite, considerate, chivalrous, smart. He also had a great body, a great mouth, and gorgeous eyes. She didn't know what she did to deserve Kismet planting him in her path, but as early as things were, she really could see herself settling down with him, living with him, marrying him. She had never completely gotten to that point with anyone before. It was a little daunting, but also gave her this thrill inside her belly that was a new sensation to her.

She finally hurried out the bedroom and up the hall to get the door. She fumbled a little with the chain in her haste to get it open, but as soon as she did and saw who the visitor was, her face darkened and she planted him with a glare only a scorned little sister could give a big, nosey and irritating big brother. "Oh hell, you better hope you're dying or need a kidney right now, or I'm going to kill you," she warned.

[itsjustjoe]

There were a lot of things Joe never, ever wanted to see in the course of his life. Surgery of any kind was one of them. He wasn't like his sister at all, and while a little blood never bothered him, the idea of seeing someone opened up while people poked around in their insides wasn't something he thought he'd ever be okay with. Another thing he never wanted to see was a Justin Bieber concert. He was pretty sure that would make him barf. But perhaps at the very top of the list was this right here... his baby sister wearing some dude's shirt with her hair all a mess in a way that made it very clear that she had sex hair going on. Joe's jaw dropped just a little, and he shook his head as if hoping that maybe he was seeing things and if he shook his head hard enough, his little sister would be standing in front of him in normal clothes and not looking like she'd just been in a porn scene.

"I'm not dying, and I don't need any organs, but thanks for the sentiment, Aimes. What the hell's going on here? Is your boyfriend here? Because I really do wanna meet the guy... Especially if he's... you know... making you so happy and everything." He didn't bother waiting for an answer and instead walked around Aimee into her apartment. She was going to kill him. He knew that much. But there were some things worth dying for, and one of them was making sure that this guy knew that, if he hurt Aimee, Joe would hurt him, too. Even if she killed him for it. He'd come back and haunt a motherfucker to death. He had no doubts about that.

He didn't even bother waiting, he just headed straight to the door of Aimee's bedroom, and casually leaned against the door frame, fixing the good doctor with an amused smirk. "Sorry, dude. I didn't mean to interrupt your getting laid. I just kinda figured if you were gonna be doing my sister, you might as well meet her big brother first. Guess I was a little late for that, but still... I'm Joe."

[surgeonshands]

"Well, generally in my experience as a big brother, the little sister doesn't give an ounce of a fuck whether she has big brother's approval of who is doing her or not," Dave had to point out, more feeling kind of tired and irked that one of the only evenings he and Aimee had to relax and enjoy themselves without needing to get up early in the morning was being crashed her brother. And with that, he pointedly zipped up his pants, eyes remaining on Joe's face. At least he had gotten them pulled up before he had come into the room. His dick wasn't exactly a part of him he wanted to get acquainted with Aimee's big brother any time soon. He rested a hand on his hips, but held the other one up. "I don't think you really want to shake my hand right now, dude. Considering what you just interrupted and all. I've Dave. And just to set the record straight, it was more Aimee doing me."

He knew he wouldn't offend Aimee. Yes, they were still in the very early days of their relationship, but they had this kindred connection with the same sense of humour. They laughed for hours together, and it was one of the things that had attracted him to her right off the bat. She had an amazing smile and laugh too. It was always infectious to him. He hadn't missed the Evil Eyeball that Aimee was giving Joe either. Honestly, if Dave had walked in on Ivana having sex with her boyfriend - if she had one - it would have been on for young and old, and that would only just be the start of things. It was easier to protect her when they were younger, but now they had grown up, she was very much an independent women who loved her brothers, but definitely called her own shots, and Dave had a feeling that was exactly how Aimee was. He shifted his gaze from Joe back to her, then, and couldn't stop himself giving her a smile. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

[angelstandingby]

Aimee was so worried how Dave would react to this. How could she not be? He had fast become her entire world and she knew she was in love with him, even if they hadn't quite gotten to the point of admitting it to each other yet. She was nervous here that Dave would be so offended by Joe sticking his nose in that he would just cut his losses. How was he to know Joe wouldn't turn up every single time they had quality time together? And honestly, knowing Joe, he could hang around like a bad smell until some random future time either came or didn't where he decided Dave passed his standards. It might not happened. After her last boyfriend cheated on her and broke her heart, Joe had broken his face, but now he didn't believe anything with a dick was good enough for her and she didn't really know how to sit down with him and tell him that Dave had a very special dick attached to a very special person that she wanted around long term. She and Joe were close, but she had never really felt like this about anyone that she had with Dave, where she had fleeting fantasies about living with him and picking out china with him for their wedding when she went to Bloomingdales.

She was so pissed at Joe, she really could have smacked him in the back of the head, but that really wasn't the impression she wanted to give to Dave either. Turned out Dave was going take the whole thing like the great guy he was - with a touch of sarcastic humour and amusement, but still letting Joe know he wasn't going to necessarily be intimidated into a corner where Joe had the upper hand. Aimee was chewing on the corner of her thumb nail as her blue eyes locked on Dave intently with his response to Joe. And that was when she noticed just how prominent that scar down one side of his abdomen was. She had noticed it the first time they had sex, or felt it, rather. She just hadn't gotten to the point of asking him about it yet, figuring he would tell her when he was ready. But now without sex to cloud her concentration, she noticed it was a big scar, which meant big surgery. She would have to worry about that later, at a time her brother wasn't risking the possibility of screwing her relationship over. She returned Dave's smile fondly, but when she looked at Joe, her face darkened again. "There. You've met. Now can you please leave?" she bit out, giving Joe a bit of a shove in the arm, but he was so huge, it was pointless.