kingofstolenhearts:

With a quick glare which promised immediate pain should they continue, said friends quickly silenced their cheerful jeering, looking anywhere but the man they’d managed to embarrass, they could have chosen any way to go about doing it, but no, they’d dragged Monet into their antics as well. 

She’d already been shy about the event to begin with. They’d have hell to pay once he got back into work.

Quickly he followed her to the kitchen, hand grasping the mistletoe and tugging it down as he passed through the door way, he’d be sure to take every last bit down after this, just in case they should try again.

His fearsome glare melted into something a little more apologetic once he was faced with her, just for her sake “I’m sorry about them…“ he didnt know why, he just felt the need to apologise, scratch that, he knew why… they’d had no right in dragging her into that, and he sure as hell wouldn’t be defending their actions to her either. 

Playful jokes had no place when it came to trauma patients, he’d been making so much progress with how comfortable she was too. How he hoped that hadn’t been reversed by one childish prank. 

“Are you okay?” Were they okay, Oda he hoped so… with this arrangement, they couldn’t afford any awkwardness… he didnt want things to be awkward with her. 

         She knew he was going to appear in the kitchen, she knew that wasn’t over yet, and she thought she would feel uneasy– but she didn’t. The thought of returning to the living room where Law’s workmates awaited did make her uneasy. 

Monet couldn’t blame Law’s friends for doing that, since apparently everyone thought of them as a couple already. People stopped her in the supermarket to ask her about their relationship with Law. Apparently the story of the doctor that allowed his comatose patient to stay at his place had been sold as to the local newspaper and the news channel as some sort of fairytale love story. Everyone assumed they were in a relationship, independently of how many times she told them that they weren’t.

— ❝ Yes, I am okay. Don’t worry…❞ 

         She simply replied, taking out the veal from the oven with the mitts and placing the tray ontop of the counter. 

— ❝ …it was just a kiss…❞ 

        She said, wanting to believe that it had been just that. At the moment she was much more worried about returning into that room than in accepting that they had kissed and the possible consequences of that kiss.