Sessions Spent Alive

The nights that Tanna and Dr. Sweets spent apart seemed to be sleepless. Both would lay awake and think of the other. Each were recounting the blissful steps that had occurred that day. And then think about the wonderful sessions that have yet to come.

And Tanna couldn’t help but think she was actually happy.

Lance couldn’t help but think he was crazy.

But Lance’s thoughts were interrupted when Daisy arrived. She must’ve lifted his spare set from his office again, he told her not to do that. But here she was anyway – curling herself against his body and nuzzling his face with hers.

“Come on Lancelot,” she said after a few minutes. “Don’t I turn you on?” she asked him playfully.

“Not tonight Daisy, I have a headache.”

“Oh Lancelot! You’re so silly! You know that sex releases endorphins that actually help headaches! Silly Goose!”

“Daisy, I’m not in the mood, can we just go to sleep?”

She let a pouty face register for a few minutes, and once she realized Lance was serious, she furrowed her eyebrows and gave up while laying beside him.

“I just wanted to surprise you.” She said.

“I know Daisy.” He said back, afterwards he pretended to be asleep. But he wasn’t he was still thinking of Tanna.
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The morning, although it came without rest, Lance nearly leapt out of bed when his alarm clock went off. The cool hard wood beneath his feet chilled him as he headed for the shower. Once he was dressed he stopped to actually enjoy his cup of coffee Daisy had made that morning. She had already left, Dr. Brennan always started early, and that meant Daisy needed to too. He realized his kitchen was quite large, in fact his whole apartment was a lot bigger than someone who lived alone needed. His mind registered when Daisy had suggested they move in together. He was glad he had halted that thought right there by telling her it was to soon, or something like that he didn’t really remember, he didn’t really care.

He grabbed his brief case and began the journey to work. Sitting in his car he realized he was unfamiliar with the morning radio talk show playing in his ears.
Announcer: ‘Well with Clear skies today in Washington I would have to suggest to you all that you turn and run somewhere else. God, I hate the sun don’t you Barbra?’

Woman Guest: ‘Absolutely, In Vegas you don’t even go out during the day it’s like a city of night people.’

Announcer: ‘I agree, I usually drink so much at night that I couldn’t bare to get up if I tried.’

Woman Guest: ‘Exactly, that’s what’s supposed to happen.’ They both laughed into the microphones.

It was the station Tanna had turned it to yesterday, he wondered: Was this was she was hearing right now?
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Woman Guest: ‘Exactly, that’s what’s supposed to happen.’

Tanna gave a small chuckle to the woman’s comment, she had never been to Vegas, but she though she’d enjoy it. She casually pulled a loose fitted t-shirt over her head, afterwards she pulled her wet hair out form under the collar. The only other clean piece of clothing was one of her favorite miniskirts, she let it glide up her legs and wondered: Will this drive him crazy?

She smiled to herself again while still listening to the morning talk show. She opened her cupboards; they were quite bare.

But now she was faced with the biggest dilemma of the day: Coffee, or Tea.

She decided Tea almost instantly. Coffee took too long and she didn’t plan on being late for her doctor’s appointment. She smiled again.
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Lance was pleased to see Daisy had brought back his second set of keys. He was a little out of it with his first patient. He counseled several FBI agents dealing with different problems. Today he was dealing with a man who’s wife was leaving him for someone who owned a bakery. He couldn’t understand why she’d want to do that.

“He’s a baker for Christ’s sake! Look at me, I work for the government, and I actually look good. I mean that guy eats doughnuts for a living!”

Sweets nodded his head and pretended to be deeply concerned with what he was saying. But he did interrupt the man when the hour was up.

“Sorry Mr. Grange, the hour is up, why don’t you think about what we talked about and next Wednesday you can tell me what you came up with.”

The man looked a little confused. “Yes, yes alright Dr. Sweets.” He said.

Sweets closed the door behind the man leaving, and his stomach was almost instantly filled with butterflies when he heard a knock at the door. He opened it, only to be disappointed to find Daisy.

“I saw you ended you appointment early and thought I’d pop in for something quick!” she said.

Lance looked at the clock, he had in fact ended Mr. Grange’s session early.

“I made you coffee!” she said. “I know how that helps your head aches.” She said pressing her body against his, his back was against the wall, he couldn’t back away from her.

“Daisy, DAISY! Stop!” he said from under her lips.

“Lancelot I know it’s been different since I’ve got back from Muluku…”

“Yes Daisy, things are very different, I’d very much like to be able to work without you trying to jump my bones every minute of everyday!”

“Lance you used to love it when I surprised you.”

“Yeah maybe back when we were engaged.”

“But I thought…”

“Daisy I’m sorry but you thought wrong.” He said. Daisy turned to leave opening the door to find Tanna ready to enter. For the second time Daisy looked at Tanna in disgust. Daisy had a button up blouse along with long trousers – and her hair was neatly pulled back into a firm ponytail. Tanna was wearing her oversized shirt, short skirt and had messy hair.

Daisy was hurt, so she pushed passed Tanna quickly and tried to regain herself later inside the elevator.

Tanna stood there, wondering if she was allowed to enter. Seeing an upset girl should be normal coming out of a psychologist’s office, god knows Tanna had done it before. So she found her way in, Lance gave her an assuring smile when he saw her face. And his jaw nearly dropped when he saw her legs. God they could go on for miles, lightly tanned, and smooth. He didn’t have to resist touching them for long because Tanna didn’t waste time running to his arms.

It seemed that getting dressed was serving pointless between them because they were unlikely to stay clothed in each others presence. And as far as Sweets was concerned he was doing his job, Keeping Tanna alive until the trial, just in an unconventional way.

It was sadly the quickest hour of the day; one minute they were lip locked, and the next they were getting dressed because the hour was up.

Tanna kissed her beloved doctor goodbye.

“Tanna.” Sweets said, “Will you meet me for dinner? Later tonight?”

“What if someone sees us?” she smiled.

“That’s why we’re going to my place, I get so lonely there, please come keep me company.” He pleaded with her.

She grinned and whispered, “As long as you loose the suit.” She winked at him before leaving for the door. Then she turned back awkwardly – “um address?” she asked.

“Oh yes! Of course.” Sweets said scattered searching for a piece of paper on his desk to scribble down the address. He finally was successful after an awkward minute. He tipped her chin and kissed her once more as he slipped the paper into her waiting hands.