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.