Picks up after a little scene in Series 3, Ep 1. Oh, and there’s a skirt. You might remember it.
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Patrick laughed. His poor penmanship was a long-standing joke between them, stemming from an incident involving a ‘r’ mistaken for an ‘n’ and a very long lecture from Sister Monica Joan.
“Oh, Shelagh,” he called as she reached the door to his office.
Shelagh stopped and turned back. “Yes, Doctor?”
Patrick got up from his desk, crossing the room in a few short strides. “You’ve sorted out the patients’ files, but what about the poor doctor?”
Shelagh blushed. This new teasing still flustered her every time. “And does the doctor require sorting out, then?” she asked guilelessly.
“Absolutely he does.” Patrick’s devilish grin contradicted his serious tone. He stepped closer, forcing Shelagh to move back away from him. When she bumped up against the wall behind her, his grin became even wider. His arms came up on either side of her, trapping her against the wall. “You mustn’t neglect your duties, you know. That skirt has caused a quite a bit of trouble.”
“And what exactly does the doctor need?” she responded breathlessly.
“Quite a lot, it would seem. And quite frequently.”
“Patrick!” she whispered, blushing a fierce red.
“Shelagh,” he whispered back. He lowered his head until their mouths were close, but not touching. Shelagh knew he was teasing her, that he was waiting for her to make the next move. She also knew that he was very confident in this strategy.
“Infuriating man!” she muttered. She reached up over his shoulders and pulled his lips to hers. Instantly his arms were around her, crushing her to him. How long this might have continued no one knows (although many would like to guess that this reached it’s natural conclusion on his desk), for they could hear the doors to the surgery burst open as Sister Evangelina called out, “Now why on God’s green earth is it necessary for me to sort everything out every time we start somewhere new?!”
