Swinging for the fences

You tried to type a little bit with your mostly healed hands, but it was slow going as you carefully jabbed at the keys with your index fingers, the bandages restrictive. There was still the faint sting in your palms but you were pretty confident it would be all but gone by tomorrow. You looked across the lab, watching Tina busy at a complicated workstation. Enough time had passed since you poured hot semen down Wonder Woman’s throat that the brunette scientist was the only thing on your mind. Sort of. Diana’s encouraging words echoed and urged you to your feet.

“Hey Tina,” you began, the dropping of titles confusing the doctor for a second as she looked up at you now standing next to her console. You tried what you thought was your most charming smile. “I wanted to ask you out to dinner. So… I’m asking you to dinner. Do you want to have dinner with me? Tonight?”

McGee pursed her lips at first, but as you stumbled through your attempt she couldn’t help smiling.

“Dinner? That’s an upgrade from coffee,” she stated, adjusting her glasses and returning her attention to the screen. The silence that followed was probably prolonged by your imagination as you stood there awkwardly in a limbo where she hadn’t accepted the invitation for a 2nd date but hadn’t rejected you either. You could tell Tina was mulling it over rather than reading her screen. “You know… I wasn’t sure about any of this at first,” she said, finally puncturing the wait. “To be honest I never wanted you here.” Not a promising start, but when she looked up at you it did seem like her eyes flicked down and lingered at groin level for a moment. “But after getting to know you over this time treating Diana, I believe you’re a good man.” She tilted her head a little, her hair falling to one side. “And you’re not… unattractive.”

You managed not to puff up your chest, and the consideration in Tina’s arresting gaze made your heart flutter. “You’re the type of guy I wouldn’t mind getting coffee with. And maybe even dinner…”

YES.

“But…”

Fuck.

“I think it’s better if we remain colleagues,” she said, slashing your hopes into ribbons. “I would prefer to keep things professional. This whole situation with Diana. It would be the best for her. You understand right, Doctor?” There was a softness in Tina’s eyes. The way she bit her lower lip, her expression almost disappointed in the way things had to be, softened the rejection. She let you down pretty easy, all things considered. You wondered if Wonder Woman wasn’t your patient if Tina wouldn’t be so cautious.

“I get it,” you nodded, and offered a smile. “We’ve got a lot of work to do.” She seemed at once relieved and a little sad at how well you took that and straightened in her chair. She gave you a nod too.

Pride swallowed and though heart aching, you were an adult and you appreciated Tina being so straightforward. It made you like her even more probably, but you tamped that down and cleared your throat. “Let’s get back to it then.”

Returning to the computer your threw yourself into your research.