Synopsis: You and Mateo have been testing the line between your friendship. An aggressive patient encounter pushes you to your breaking point.
Warnings: Cursing, kissing, light violence.
Author Note: I said I would take writing Mateo in my own hands and I followed through. I havenât written fanfiction in a very long time. The most recent thing I have written was my thesis on Spanish Influenzaâs Socioeconomic Affect on American Citizens during WWI. So real riveting stuff lately- sorry if this is stale.
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You walked into the trauma center, the sterile air hitting you head on. You never thought you would miss the Pitt, but you did.
Or maybe you just missed a certain someone.
The 5 days on had almost put you into an early grave, the days being a blur of ivs placed and typing charts. The final day, you had been so out of it that Dana had stuck you on Triage the whole day. But the arduous 5 days had been worth it, the rest of the month had been a dream. You and your friends had taken a much needed beach vacation. You did miss the margaritas and the palm trees, but by the end of the month you were ready to get back to it.
Walking into the locker room, Princess was standing in front of her mirror touching up her lip gloss. She caught your eye in the reflection and spun around to give you a hug.
âOooooh girl you are glowing. You look like youâve just come from the Villa!â She said while pulling back to shut her locker.
âI donât know if Iâm glowing from the beach or actually having a normal amount of sleep.â
Opening your locker to unpack your bag. You packed more than you needed today. A full lunch was packed instead of the usual energy drink and protein bar. Whether you had time to eat it was yet to be determined.
âWell someone will be happy you are back. Mateo has been insufferable since you left.â Princess wiggled her eyebrows with a smirk on her face.
You tried to hide your surprise. The only thing that would make the situation worse would be Princess finding out about what was going on. By noon, the whole hospital would know how close you and Mateo had gotten.
Taking a deep breath. You opened the door to the next 12 hours.
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âWell look who decided to join us today,â a voice said behind you. If you didnât know any better you would have thought the voice was mocking you, however you knew better.
âI just couldnât stay away, knew you couldnât handle this place without me,â you said without turning around. Dana who you had been talking to before the interruption gave you a knowing look before she turned around back to the computer.
Turning to throw him a playful glare, you couldnât help but stare. Mateo had a cheeky smile on his face along with the new addition of facial hair. Why the fuck did he look so good? Not that he didnât look good before, but this was a whole new level. God this was already too much for your first shift back and you had just clocked in.
All of the old emotions filled your system. The emotions you tried to shove back down when you took your sabbatical. You were in denial so far that you had labeled Mateoâs contact as â DO NOT CALL. Now he was standing in front of you looking so damn good. He had to know what he was doing.
âDid you turn all caveman when I left Mateo?â
âWhat, the ladies love it,â he said winking at you.
âYeah right what ladies?â you responded while almost making your way past him. Fuck. You were the lady.
A hand gripped your arm. Not hard, but firm and warm. Your heart rate rocketed and you stared forward, refusing to look at the owner of the hand.
âI really missed this, Iâm glad youâre back,â he whispered. You risked looking at him, his eyes were dark and sincere. Your face grew hot and you swore he could tell.
You dodged his eye contact. âI missed this too.â
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The morning hours consisted of racing around treating patients and heavy eye contact.
It seemed that where ever you were, your shadow was not far behind. While you were charting- he was treating a patient in the room directly across from you. You spared a glance in his direction and met his eyes. A smile twinged on his lips. Quickly you looked back down at the screen, your cheeks reddening.
Your relationship had been liked this as of late. Part of the reason why you took your little vacation. You knew his rules for himself, this could not be anything more. Having more than a friendship would complicate things.
But it seemed to be him breaking his rules, not you.
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A month before after a grueling shift filled with norro virus, a young womanâs death, and your favorite pair of scrubs being splattered with who knows what liquid- Mateo approached you. He wasnât typical Mateo, cheeky, cracking jokes, giving you hell. No this was a side you hadnât seen from him. Gentle, measured, warm; you liked it. Hell you loved it.
Standing in the ambulance bay, he didnât say a word, he just wrapped his arms around you. The dam didnât break until you curled into his chest, your ear on his heart. The sobs racked for what felt like hours, but he didnât let go. He was whispering unintiligibke encouragement in your ear.
You thought that was a friendly thing to do. Friends give hugs, friends are there on the hard days-
âCome home with me. I donât want you to be aloneâ Mateo whispered into your hairline. You looked up at him with through tear drenched eyelashes. His eyebrows were furrowed with sincerity.
And thatâs how you spent your Thursday evening. Mateo had guided you to his car and drove you to his place. Once you got inside he had led you to the bathroom and laid a clean pair of clothes on the counter. You didnât expect a bachelor pad, but did not expect him to be so well supplied. You didnât even think you owned that many hair care products.
Hopping out of the shower you had put on an old penguinâs shirt and pajama pants rolled up twice. The clothes were soft and smelt like the hug he had given you earlier.
Mateo had heated up extra rigatoni and a glass of water had sat it on the coffee table for you. A blanket and pillow sat on the worn couch.
And shit the rigatoni was good, feeling more relaxed than you had in weeks, you sat the bowl in the sink filling it with water. You laid down of the couch to wait for him to get out of the shower and dozed off.
Through the haze of sleep, you felt a presence place a kiss on your forehead.
âGoodnight sweetheart.â
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That night had lingered with you. You knew what you felt, but your brain was fighting with you. Mateo canât like you that way. He just is a caring person, he was caring for you like one of his patients.
Swoosh. A pile of paperwork dropped in front of you. You rose your head to look at the deliverer.
Dana stood in front of the counter looking at you over her glasses. âI am going to need you to move it or lose it girl. I need this computer and South 13 needs a nurse. 34 year old male with head laceration.â
âSounds perfect, I will be on my way,â you responded trying to get away from her questioning your lagging and staring at a certain someone.
âTell your boy to stop distracting you. I need my best nurse on her A game,â she called after you.
Walking swiftly to South 13 you shook your head. You were in deep water if Dana knew something was up.
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âShit that hurts, did you just fucking graduate.â
âNo sir, Iâm sorry, some lacerations need a deeper stitch than others,â you said through clenched teeth. It took your all not to berate him,but you knew it would only elevate the situation. The patient, Mr. Blake, had done nothing but criticize your work and the speed of the er. You just needed to finish the stitches and get the hell out of there. It was almost noon, maybe you get squeeze in a quick meal before rounds.
Finishing up the knot, you admired your work. It would barely leave a scar by the time it healed.
âOk Mr. Blake, the Doctor will be in shortly to do a final evaluation and then you are set to go.â You spun around in your chair to gather the supplies when a hand grabbed your arm. Hard, almost bruising, so unlike the hand that was on the same arm earlier.
âI donât want a fucking evaluation that will cost me even more money,â he spit out while grabbing the front of your scrubs. You could smell the stench of his breath as he drug you closer. The hand on your arm squeezing hard enough to lose feeling. Your body froze up but not long before you screamed.
âHula Hoop.â
Those two words brought the er to silence. Silence didnât last long before footsteps from all quadrants ran to South 13.
âWhat the actual hell she just got back!â You heard Dana yell as the door burst open.
Before you knew it you were on the ground. Apparently Mr. Blake was not too happy about being interrupted during his rant. Your head hit the ground with a smack. Pain filled your sense, your skull seared with pain, your spine ached from where you were brutally thrown to the ground, and your arm burned from the grip. You wondered if you would have a bruise featuring each finger he had gripped you with.
âSweetheart, donât move yet we need to check for a spinal injury.â
Of course you had forgotten about Mateo! He had taken down his bun from when you last saw him. His brunette curls making a halo around his face as he looked down at you.
âMy spine is fine, my head took a majority of the blow. I think I may have a minor concussion though, the lights are killing me,â You said while squinting. Damn had the lights always been this bright?
âMateo, get her into an examination room now. I want her fully evaluated,â Dana said coming into view looking more concerned than you had ever seen her.
Shifting your gaze to Mateo he was staring intently at you, his eyes caught yours and softened. You hadnât noticed he was cradling your head the whole time. His fingers stroking where your head had taken a majority of the blow.
âOk letâs get you fixed up honey.â
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The evaluation so far had been stretched silence between you and Mateo. There seemed to be something he wanted to say, but he held back as he took his time caring for you.
âOk Name, Date of Birth, and current year.â
âMateo youâve asked me enough questions. I swear I am fine, just a little concussion.â He glared at your answer. Obviously not too pleased.
âYou were physically assaulted by a large male patient and hit your head on impact. I think I have a right to be worried about your injuries.â His volume had raised, but not at you. Never at you.
Maybe you did have a serious concussion because suddenly questions about the relationship were on the tip of your tongue. This wasnât normal friend behavior anymore.
âMateo, what are we doing? I know we are friends, but the way things have been lately I donât know if I can continue on like this.â You blurted out. His usually calm demeanor shifted; body freezing and a worry flooded his face. Somebody would have thought you guys were breaking up from the outside of the exam room.
âIf I have made you uncomfortable I will back off. Is that it? I thought you liked the banter-â
âNo you havenât made me uncomfortable. But youâre always so sweet to me and donât think I havenât caught the eye contact because I have.â You had to take a deep breath to gather your thoughts. Was this really happening?
âSo do you want me to stop making eye contact with you when we are together because I can do that.â He swiveled around on the stool then quickly swiveled back. His face was washed from worry and replaced with his usual grin. It suited him more.
âNo you can make eye contact, but itâs so heated come on Mateo! My eyes feel violated from the borderline eye fucking all morning! Not that I donât like i- oh and you always bring an extra kale salad for me when you make it! I havenât even had a a boyfriend that has done that,â you were done sugar coating your findings. You had a carefully crafted note on your phone of all of the boyfriendly things Mateo has done.
âSo letâs changed that.â
âNo it really is ok you make a killer kale salad-â
âNo, the boyfriend thing.â
Now what the fuck was actually happening. Maybe you had hit your head hard enough that you had entered another reality because this couldnât be happening.
âMateo I know your rule and thatâs ok. I just donât think I can go on with my feelings like this.â
âWell I made that rule before I met you and itâs a stupid rule.â He had gotten closer to the bed you were lying on. Carefully holding your hand like a sacred jewel.
âI donât want to be the reason you broke your rule. Iâm no rule breaker Mateo,â you tried to stay serious but a smile snug on your face.
âWell I want you to be my rule breaker reaker.â
Fuck it
Sneaking your hands into his curls, you pulled him forward into a kiss. Breaking the kiss, his hands came up to push you back on the bed.
âEasy you are still concussed honey.â
You wouldnât know he was worried with the way he was kissing you. Soaking you up like a man starved. Moving from your mouth he placed pecks on your face. From your nose to your cheeks.
When bringing you in he must have forgot to latch the door as it was cracked for Robby to catch a glance on their ministrations inside the room.
A loud sigh woke you up from your daze followed by Robby sticking his head into the room.
âIf you are wanting to kiss please save it for after the shift. We have transfers coming from Presby, power outage,â Robby quipped while eyeing the two of you up. Mateo was borderline on top of you and sank back when he heard his voice.
âDate tonight mine and you better not decline rulebreaker.â
After a long time reading fanfiction, I have a complaint: enough with silly, pretty protagonists with perfect bodies. I want to read about a strong protagonist with strong opinions and an appearance outside of what society expects. I want her to have flaws and be as human as I am, okay? Maybe a little depressed and anxious, Mike, like everyone else in this capitalist world. I also want her to be poor, preferably. You know.
The concept of you and s1!Sammy being close because you're working in forensics so you're often in his presence. You both start taking your lunch breaks together, you bring him snacks, he always makes sure to grab your favorite coffee in the morning since he knows that you've probably been working the entire night.
And then you realise that you're getting too close, too used to his presence that when he's not at the police department you miss him and he feels the same. You miss his laugh, his caring nature, the way he seemed to know what you needed before you even had to voice it out.
But you're a girl's girl and you know that Sammy's married, unhappily but still married. So when a promotion arrives that comes with a transfer you have a little discussion with Sammy about it and he asks you why you would want to leave and you can't really say that it's because you refuse to see him with another woman, that it'd be better for you to leave before you got your heart ripped open since s1!Sammy is a family man. But he can see the look in your eyes, knows the real reason because of course he feels the same about you... but he lets you go, feeling the weight of his wedding ring on his finger. The second you get up to leave he regrets it immediately.
And everything that happens with Tammy happens and he regrets it even more. He can't believe he wanted to uphold his vows for someone who clearly did not respect him when all he wanted was you since the first week you spent together on a common case.
And through it all, he keeps a close eye on your career, cheers the loudest alone when you get promoted again, he even reads your research papers though he barely understand anything, just so he could feel closer to you somehow.
And then you move back to Los Angeles, working with SWAT's team as a forensics auditor which is a huge deal. When a task force between the LAPD Gang and Narcotics and SWAT is created, he sees you again. You both knew of each other's career trajectory because of course you kept an eye on him just like he did on you.
You don't make it awkward, you smile and hug and he wants to cry. He's just so proud of you, so proud of everything you've achieved. He's also regretful for not seeing that you were supportive of him, professionally and personally. You don't recognise him at first, you were used to his bulkier build, chubbier cheeks, sweeter disposition. Now he was a rugged, muscular, leaner man whose vulgar mouth got your head spinning. He's much more aggressive, decisive, and you find it hoooottt.
And when the task force ends with a bar celebration, he takes you back to your place which he tells you isn't too far away from his though in reality it adds 30mins to his route and he walks you to your door and all the feelings you had for him come back tenfold and you hate yourself even more for it. Until his lips are on yours and you can't help the moan that erupts from your chest, you feel his hands slip underneath your shirt automatically going to flick at your nipples and- you slap him.
That doesn't seem to deter Sammy as he's back on you, leaving little bites on your neck as you fist his hair in pleasure, body rammed against your door with his thick frame blocking yours.
"Y-your wi-iffee S-sammy." You managed to whimper, red hot shame boiling through your body as you try to put some distance between you two though he seemed to push himself impossibly closer with any extra inch you managed to create.
"Divorced, long time ago sweetheart. It's always been you." If he could, he would rewind time and not even get married to Tammy if it meant having you.
And that's all it took for you to throw your door open, feeling his hands roam you. He didn't even wait for you to lead him into the bedroom-no. He takes you on your sofa, his thick cock barely pulled out of his pants before he gently pushes himself in because even though he wants to finally feel what he's been dreaming about, he loves you and wants to take his time savouring.
Though it barely lasts a few thrusts before he cums, shameful because you just felt so good pulsing around him, your moans and groans like symphonies in his ears.
But you hadn't cum and he simply can't have that. So of course, he spends the next hour eating you out, edging until you're a sobbing mess with the only clear thing you're able to say being his name.
đৠâș | PARING: sammy bryant x partner!fem!readerâ WARNINGS: she/her pronouns, playfighting, age gap (not mentioned but implied), sammy's a big tease, crush!sammy, playfighting (r is mclovin' it)â PROOFREADâ WC: 0.6k
đৠâș | DESCRIPTION: sammy sneak attacks you in the parking lot and finds out you like it rough.
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PARTNER!SAMMY is by your side when you finally get out of the LAPD precinct, bodies aching (yours more than his considering you just turned in your âbootsâ title and youâre still getting used the harsh work load)âand ready to head home to retire for the evening. "you doing anything when you get home?" he asks, adjusting the strap of his bag to sit better on his shoulder. His thick fingers are tight around the plush material, making the taut veins of his hands bulge. you try not to stare and make the dirty thought in your mind evident, but youâre sure youâre not doing a very good job. "yea, sleep." you deadpan, clenching your eyes to rid off the burning signs of exhaustion. you turn to face him and wait for a response, but you only get a look.
you watch the corner of his lips twitch up, something you've had the pleasure of seeing the whole day before he pulled a joke to irk you in one way or another. you absolutely loved it. craved it even. his attention never falled short of making your face go warm. "sammyâŠwhat's that look?" you ask warily, retracting backwards, eyes narrowing as his starts coming closer. "i dunno what you're talking about," he chuckles lightly, yet, the flinch of his fingers and the reveal of his cute crooked teeth give off the impression that he's a big fat liar.
then, he proves your suspicions right. he lunges towards you, using his police training to completely overwhelm your senses with him. swooping behind you, he wraps his big, strong arms around your upper bodyâsqueezing you even tighter when you suck in a sharp breath. "sammy, let-let me go!" you yelp, trying to force yourself from his grip, but the flooding sense of lust made the months of training leak from your systemâyou forgot how everything. what the actual fuck.
"c'mon, kid. you're barely doin anything but kickin your legs. where's your fight? i know you can do better than this." he taunts, voice rough in your ear, his hold on your getting strongerâmentally and physically. his intentions are totally unclear. was he trying to test you? make sure that his partner hadn't got comfortable and lost all of the knowledge that got her the badge she wore proudly on her chest? or was he trying to turn you on?
âyou like this donât you? didnât know you liked it rough, sweetheart,â he teased, grabbing and two handfuls of your arms and shoving you against your car with a meanly arousing grin pulling on his lips. âi-i donât.â you breathe out the lie, locking your eyes on his, resisting the overcoming pressure of crumbling to your knees and sucking his dick in the parking lot without a care of who sees.
âmmm. you know youâve gotta be a better liar to work this job, right? cause that was fucking terrible. i can see right through you, partner.â
âs-sammy, you justâŠcaught me off guard, alright? you attacked me.â the words of planned boldness come out weak, lips beginning to jut out, but your refuse to let him see you break into a bunch of pitiful glassy pieces with yourâunfortunatelyâobvious enjoyment stained upon them. âmâjust playin with you. relax,â he laughs, but the playfulness in his eyes were replaced with an unreadable look. something darker taking over completely. âiâll make sure to keep this little fact about to noted. for the future, yâknow? just in case.â
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