She didn't notice when, but he stepped forward. They're as close as they were...last time. Right as she's making that realisation, that's when he leans forward, kisses her. She kisses him back tangling her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to her. Distantly, she thinks about how she's already late, and this is a public corridor, and then his hands land on her waist and she stops thinking. Four minutes later, her bedroom door is kicked open, then shut again, and she’s carried across the room, deposited on the bed with greeting hands undoing her shirt.   "I've got to go. Shift at the hospital," she murmurs. 