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Her Memory
By Outsidethebx


"I called 45 min. ago, did you get lost or something?" Jordan Sullivan rolled her eyes and tapped her foot, awaiting an answer.


"You go deaf too?"

"No, I…" Elliot Reid took off her coat, and closed the apartment door. "I was headed out when my mother called."

"..ever heard of caller ID?'

Elliot sat down on the couch. "I had to hear all about Sergio, the new pool boy, the weird Asian family that moved in next door, and how she's thinking about getting her boobs redone." She grabbed her chest and looked over at Jordan. "Do you think mine are still ok?"

"No, they'd be much better if…"

"You don't like my boobs anymore?" Elliot's face twisted into sadness, as her cheeks became red, and her lips trembled. "But they've always been my best feature, and everyone always loved them…especially you." She reached over to grab the telephone book. "I've got to get them fixed."

Jordan took away the book and looked over at Elliot. "If you'd let me finish, instead of freaking out, like usual, you wouldn't be so upset."


"No, the moment's past."

"Jordan…" A tear threatened to trickle down Elliot's cheek, and she laid her hand on Jordan's leg. "Please?"

Jordan's lips curled into a smile. "You've done two things wrong tonight. Care to guess what they are?"

"I'm in no mood to play."

"Why'd you come over then?"

"Because you told me too."

"Then answer the question."

Elliot sighed. "Fine." She wrinkled her nose and looked at the ground. "I was late…"


"I don't know, can you just tell me?"

Jordan reached over, grabbed Elliot's hand, and pulled her off the couch.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you remember. Lean over."

Elliot whirled around and stared at Jordan. "No way."

"It wasn't a suggestion."

"I'm not going to lean over the couch and become your little toy."

"Little late for that argument."

Elliot's mouth gapped open. "No. I won't do it. I have a little more respect for myself…"

Jordan placed her foot in between Elliot's legs and moved them six inches apart. She placed her palm on the small of the doctor's back, and added pressure, forcing Elliot's hands to jut out to catch herself as she fell forward.


"Pull your pants down."

Elliot tried to turn around, but the force of Jordan's swat, caused her knees to go weak.


"'cuse me?"

"Why did you…"

"Still having trouble remembering?"

Elliot looked down in silence.

"You going to pull your pants down?"

"Do I have too?"


"Ok." Elliot stood up, and turned away from Jordan.

"Face me."


"We really need to work on your hearing." Jordan rolled her eyes and continued. "Face me."

Elliot meekly turned to face Dr. Cox' ex-wife. She unbuckled her belt, unzipped her jeans, and slowly stepped out, one leg at a time.

Jordan pointed to Elliot's underwear. "Those too."

"Fine." Elliot laid her panties on the coffee table, and stood in front of Jordan. "Now what?"

"Bend over."


"I'm not stopping until you remember."


"Jordan….I don't remem…"


"You will."


"Was it because…"


"WAIT." Elliot turned around and covered her reddened ass with her hands. "That's soooo not fair. I was going to tell you something, but you kept going and didn't give me a chance."

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Should've said it faster."

"Ok, can you give me a second?"

"I'm not known for my patience, Stick. Spit it out, or I'll keep helping you."

"Was it my boobs?"

Jordan's eyes narrowed and she stared at Elliot. "What about your boobs?"

"I interrupted you."

"Yes, you did."

"Was that it?"

"Do you think it was?"


"You're right."

Elliot took a step forward and put her hand on Jordan's arm. "I'm sorry."

"You should be."

"I am." Elliot gave Jordan her best puppy dog look. "Can you please finish what I interrupted?"

"You sure you want to know?"


Jordan sat down and looked over at Elliot. "If you wouldn't have had your conniption fit, I was going to say I liked your boobs."

"I thought you said you didn't like them."

"I don't…" Jordan paused. "…when I can't see them."


"God, you doctors are all alike. You never get things the first time."

Elliot frowned. "Explain…please?"

"Fine. Let's take this in baby steps, ok?"

Elliot nodded.

"I asked you to come over, right?"


"So, that means you'd eventually be naked, right?"

Elliot frowned.

"Is it getting any clearer?"

"You like me better naked?" Elliot squealed and jumped off the couch.

"Pretty much."

The End

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