Page 116 of The Love of Priest

"I like seeing you in scrubs." Priest smirked as he tucked another pillow behind his head to position himself higher.

Britain looked over her shoulder. A light laugh sounded from her as she tightened the drawstring on her pants. "You would let me be your nurse if I were qualified?" she asked him jokingly.

"You're not qualified?" He furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why your moms got you in scrubs then?"

Britain laughed, finding his questions amusing. "No," she clarified for him. "I'm the rebel child who steered away from the medical field. I'm in scrubs because I make them look cute, and I don't think my mom’s patients would be comfortable if I didn’t blend in with everyone else while handling their sensitive information," she explained to him. Since Henderson wouldn't be coming in for the day, Seven had called Britain in hopes that she could help out. Without any hesitation, Britain agreed and was preparing herself to be on her way.

"What do I have to do to be a patient?" He raised a brow jokingly.

Britain laughed once more. "Have scoliosis, get into a really bad car or work accident, or have really bad aches in your back and neck," she listed.

Priest nodded his head before flipping over to his stomach. "Word? ‘Cause my back been hurting for a few days now," he jested before wincing in pain.

Britain laughed before smacking her lips. "You just got a massage like a day ago," she reminded him that Diane had blessed them both with her cloud-like hands.

Priest rolled back over onto his back while he laughed. "I'm fucking with you." He waved her off.

"What are you getting into for the day since I'll be out of your hair?" she asked him.

Priest shrugged. "Probably handle some business, then hit up Rem."

The night before, Priest couldn’t help but to think about Mirsad and how fucked up the young boy was. There was no way to fix someone who didn't want to be fixed, at least for Priest. He could recall a time when he didn't want to be fixed until Remy came around. It didn't click for him how much Mirsad was morphing into a version of his past self until he actually thought about how well he and Mirsad's background aligned with each other. The only difference was that Mirsad had a trying mother, but Mirsad was also far sloppier and more miscalculated than Priest. Priest hoped to get some advice from Remy to try to shake the carelessness out of Mirsad. Hopefully it would work because he couldn't risk Mirsad fucking up anything else for him.

Britain let out a heavy sigh as a guilty look panned across her face. "I'm such a horrible daughter," she shamed herself with a shake of her head.

Priest chuckled. "I mean, you said it." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Priest!" she shrieked while tossing a pillow at him. "That's not funny."

"I'm playing," he assured her in laughter. "Work on that communication with him. Rem isn't gonna bother anyone for anything. You have to free up the time and make the effort," he told Britain.

Britain nodded in agreement. "Even if it means I have to sacrifice my time with you."

Priest narrowed his eyes at her teasingly. "I never said that,Gioia."

"But that's what you insinuated," she said in a sing-songy voice while she turned to the mirror of her vanity to put her earrings in.

They both chuckled while shaking their heads. Once Britain wrapped up getting ready for work, Priest followed right behind her out of the apartment. "Thanks for doing my laundry, by the way." He chuckled as he ran his hand down the tee he had left at her place. Britain had washed, dried and made sure to iron all his clothes that were stuffed in her hamper.

"You're welcome, and I also found this in your pockets." She reached into her bag, extracting the stack of money she gathered out of the pockets of each set of pants she had washed for him.

Priest smirked down at her. "Finders keepers." He pushed her extended arm away from him, signaling that she could keep the money.

"Is that how that game is played?" She raised a brow, still attempting to give him the money.

Priest chuckled as he began making his way to his car which Cyro had dropped off for him earlier. "I'm serious. Keep it,Gioia," he insisted.

Britain sighed in defeat. "Can I get a kiss goodbye at least?" She smiled at him as she made her way to her car.

Priest looked over his shoulder with a smirk. "Yeah, that's cool," he agreed as he made his way over to her.

They craned their heads to each other as their lips met for a kiss. His hand immediately made its way to the crook of Britain's neck. He angled her head as the kiss intensified with more passion and fire.

Assuming she had Priest right where she wanted him, Britain attempted to slip the money back into the pocket of his pants. He caught her wrist in the midst of the kiss, preventing her from returning the money to him.

Priest pulled away from the passionate kiss, peering down at her with an amused yet smug smile. "You gotta come harder than that," he teased her while tapping her nose gently with his finger.

Britain rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever," she muttered.

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