i really appreciate that santos' scene with baby jane doe was NOT a case of "woman who doesn't like babies is forced to spend time with one and discovers the wonders of motherhood". like, yes, the singing scene was very sweet, but it read so much more as santos, despite the incredibly shitty day she's having, realising that the kid needed comfort and that it wasn't the time to be taking out her frustrations. which feels very cohesive with her plotline and character progression this season!
Puppy!Santos!!!! Anything!!! I’d love a puppy!Santos loves Garcias personal space, but honestly anythinf you’d be willing to write!!
yolanda typically rejected neediness. she didn’t have time for it. she was often on call for 24 hours at a time, barely able to fulfill her own personal needs. so in the past, when it felt like someone was getting too clingy, she would surgically cut them out of her life with no problem.
trinity was needy. the only problem was yolanda liked it.
at first, she justified it by saying it was the flurry of happy chemicals a new partner gave you. the annoyance would come. her desire for personal space after touching so much skin and blood and guts all day would pop up eventually. it had been six months of this fucking touched starved puppy nuzzling at her neck on yolanda’s couch and it still felt…
it felt amazing.
trinity took a while to warm up. yolanda could always tell the girl was attracted to her. the walls were up, though. trinity would fight the urge to be vulnerable. she would fight to not let this side show.
maybe it was the feeling of earning it. the knowledge that trinity was only like this with her. the image of that girl practically panting on her knees, defenseless, relaxed, thoughtless, it made yolanda feel powerful. trinity would say please like a prayer. it felt less like coercion of affection, more like devotion.
and well, they say surgeons have god complexes. who was yolanda to deviate from the norm?
she doesn't want to have a negative bias against the R2 who she knows is a brilliant doctor based off that REBOA she pulled somehow successfully on her first day. she doesn't want to deal out snarky comments everytime she works alongside her, when trinity covers or pulls a double.
it's just natural instinct for emery to hate her.
her primal, animalistic instinct to shiver in anger as she remembers seeing trinity's hips arching against yolanda's loosened scrub pants in the stairwell, head against the wall as the other woman nipped and sucked over her pale neck.
"so fucking easy for me," yolanda had growled out, that single phrase echoing in emery's ears for days after.
trinity seemed so pliant under yolanda's grip, her slender hands clutching a handful of trinity's ass. slender hands that worked quickly and efficiently during surgery. that was where they belonged.
yolanda and her skills and her wit and quick-thinking and abrasiveness belonged in the OR, belonged in emery's OR.
she wonders if trinity knows how easy yolanda is under the right guidance, under emery's own guidance.
how easy a quick demand can shut down her train of thought, and turn her into a pathetic pussydrunk slut within a second flat.
how easy her huffing and puffing can be reduced to whimpers and grunts as emery pumps three fingers harshly in and out of her, ignoring her aching clit all the way.
how easy it is to get her to beg, when she hasn't had a chance to cum all night, bouncing on emery's strap, crying out "daddy, please– need to– fuck! needa cum, please daddy, please, been so good..." til emery relents and massages her clit until the begging turns to screams as yolanda squirts all over her cock.
how easy it is to get her cuddled up against emery's chest, quietly whimpering and reaching out for the other woman's warmth, as emery kisses her head and whispers soft praises.
emery decides she really doesn't want to know if trinity has seen that side of yolanda. because it really just might make her hate her more.