On his way to the flight club, Cameron stops by the clinic. He subtely tries to pick up some condoms - one of every kind - without anyone else noticing.
Lisa catches him out of the corner of her eye. "Hey, buddy, leave some for someone else! You are never going to use the banana flavored, and you know it! Those are purely desperation condoms. Stick to the basics, and what you could actually use in a week. Condoms don't grow on trees."
"No worries, at least you're using them. Want a lollipop?" She tosses him another one of House's stash, hoping to run through them all by the end of the night. "And that's cherry, just so you know." She winks.
"Oh Cameron, too bad there isn't a comedy club on campus, you'd be the star. I try to keep my... passionfruits to myself most of the time now." She sticks her tongue out at him all sexy like in a friendly, mocking gesture. "And sorry, no pineapple lollipops, you'll have to keep your mouth occupied with something else. But they way you are stealing all of the condoms, that probably won't be a problem, now will it?"
"Hey, if you want me to make a different joke, you'll have to tell me more of those fun facts," he grins back at her. "Right, about that? You didn't see me here, okay? Because there's a certain club who might think I'm still all chaste and virginal and they shouldn't find out like this."
"Convince Barbossa to have another party with free booze, and I'll tell you anything you want.
And I'm a medical assistant. I am sworn to secrecy. Plus, I'm glad you're getting some tail. Someone around here should be. My lips are sealed. My pineapples... yet to be detemined."
"You're adorable sometimes, and that is not a come on. Good thing I didn't say anything about erotic asphyxia or... you know what, that was probably a bad thing to say. You choking over there?"
"I er... thanks, but we've got this teaching arrangment going and it kinda works out." He shrugs and looks at the boards again. "I might want to get that check up, though."
"Teaching arrangement? You kinky minx! And I can do a work-up on you if you'd like. Go pee in this cup," she leans into a cabinet and grabs a sterile device. "and try not to get any on the outside because I still have to touch it when you are done. While you're in the bathroom, why don't you come up with whatever sex mataphor you'd like me to use when I ask the embarassing questions."
"Now?" Cameron looks at cup, but decides arguing is probably a bad idea and disappears into the bathroom. He returns a little while later with the cup having made damn sure it didn't get wet. "Planes."
Lisa looks at the cup and smiles. It really is pristine, and she labels it with Cameron's name and a smiley face. "You've never... driven your gear shaft into the horizon line, right?"
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all sexy likein a friendly, mocking gesture. "And sorry, no pineapple lollipops, you'll have to keep your mouth occupied with something else. But they way you are stealing all of the condoms, that probably won't be a problem, now will it?"no subject
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And I'm a medical assistant. I am sworn to secrecy. Plus, I'm glad you're getting some tail. Someone around here should be. My lips are sealed. My pineapples... yet to be detemined."
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He looks confused at the getting some tail remark. "You're pineapple safe on my watch, remember? Well, unless you really want to..."
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having made damn sure it didn't get wet. "Planes."no subject
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