Elliot cocked her head to the side.
Feet peeked back at her. The only part of her bed partner visible were his feet, which hung off the edge of the bed. She gazed at them thoughtfully, coffee cup in hand, pink bathrobe on. These feet were new feet. Feet Elliot couldn't remember. Feet Elliot had never seen before. She poked a foot.
It stirred, using a toe from the other foot to scratched the spot.
Elliot cocked her head to the other side. She couldn't remember much of the night before. Something had happened. Something…wonderful. She left him in bed and turned to look around.
His boxer shorts.
His shirt. A white one.
Where was the other sock? Elliot searched for it frantically for a moment, opening the door to look in the hall. There she found his pants, her skirt.
The trail led on, down the stairs where she found her shirt and finally, another shirt. Elliot set her coffee cup down and lifted it from it's place on the floor. The shirt that bore the emblem to Sacred Heart Hospital on front and held a handful of nuts in the pocket. She dropped it and made a thoughtful face.
The night came back to her, fuzzy around the edges.
It wasn't a jumpsuit after all.
Elliot gathered the clothes and made her way back up to the bedroom. She dropped them at the foot of the bed and clamored up onto her bed.
"Janitor," she said and prodded him under the covers. "Janitor."
He stirred and peeked at her from under the covers. A hangover, no doubt, urged him to stay out of direct sunlight. Elliot looked at him carefully.
"Did we have sex?" she asked and he made a slightly thoughtful face
"Yes. Yes, we had sex," he told her. What was the use of pushing it aside like an accidental kiss? He sat up then, next to her. He crossed his arms across his chest. Elliot looked at the foot of the bed.
"Do you not fit on my bed?"
"It's a tad too short," he admitted to her and Elliot looked at him. He turned to look at her. She laughed. Which he took as a good sign.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Probably."
"What happened last night?" Elliot asked and looked down the length of the bed.
"Well, what happened was that you were incredibly drunk and I walked you home. Upon arriving at your homestead," he waved his hands to emphasize her house, "you kissed me and took advantage of me." Elliot gave him a look of surprise. "Great advantage."
"Yeah, with me being the dainty doctor and you the seven foot tall man," Elliot scoffed at him with a skeptical look.
"You have mighty arms when you are filled with alcohol and hey, I'm only six foot five."
"Am I?" He asked and gave her his own skeptical look. And something about the way he looked at her made her happy and she leaned in and kissed him again. It seemed perfect. Elliot could only think of how she was also crazy.
Perhaps crazy went with crazy?
"Mighty arms," he repeated when she pulled her lips from his.