Baran Al-Hashimi x Fem!reader
Summary: Baran is your ex-wife of two years now, your son, Ali, has an accident at school so you bring him in hoping not to run into Baran while you're there. Fate has a different plan however.
CW: very subtle angst, fluff, smut (explicit sexual content). mama!reader, mum!baran, yearning!reader, needy!baran
I sat in the triage room with my son while Dr. Langdon knelt infront of him, "Hey, buddy... can you show me where it hurts?"
i watched him wipe a tear, pointing at his elbow with a sniffle and tears that were cast over his blotchy cheeks.
"alright, we'll get an x-ray. could just be a fracture, but we'll want to know for sure."
My jaw tightened slightly, "Alright... okay". I watched as a nurse approached, supplies held in her hands and feeling Ali shift slightly further back into the bed. "Its alright, they're going to help you feel better sweetheart."
I gently brush the thick curls off his face while the nurse reaches for his arm with the splint held in her other hand.
"No! i want mum!" he reefed his arm back from the nurse, tucking his head against his chest.
i froze slightly at his words, just for a moment. "mum's working sweetheart, we can't bother her right now... i'm sorry"
i watched as the tear's fell faster "i want her..."
i sighed, taking a breath before looking back toward the nurse who'd slowed her movements. "uh... could you please call Dr. Al-Hashimi?"
The nurse blinked, clearly surprised. She hesitated for a few moments before looking down an Ali who was slowly curling more and more into my side, tiny hand clenching at my shirt before laying the splint back on the tray and leaving the room.
a beat passes before she enters again, another few minutes before a second person enters the room.
I felt the shift as she stared at the two of us sat on the hospital bed, the confused stare that quickly changed to concern when she saw the tears that were practically burned into her son's cheeks.
i looked up at her as she moved to kneel beside me, not yet acknowledging me, but gently grabbing Ali's hand. my eye's darted over her, tall, poised, clad in her black scrubs and stethoscope - every inch screamed professional. not ex-wife who used to sleep against her with a hand tucked under my shirt against my bare skin.
for a heartbeat too long, i stared, her warm brown eyes staring back at my own before retreating back to our son, concern filling them once again.
"it's alright baby... Mommy's here" he leans into her as she kisses his forehead, squeezing his arm.
"he uh... he fell over at school. they-" Baran interrupts, lifting her hand slightly before talking back to Ali and the nurse
"we'll be back azizam. stay with dana, yeah?" i watched at she gently squeezed his arm and gestured to the nurse Dana before she turned and put her hand on my arm, turning and guiding me out of the room and down the hall.
The door clicked shut, leaving us stood staring at eachother. Baran moved to sit on the arm of the couch, "what happened?"
"i'm not entirely sure, the school called and said he fell over on the playground and that i had to come get him. i didn't really have time to ask questions, i just left work and grabbed him and brought him here."
"why didn't you ask? that should've been the first thing you did when you get there?!" she leant forward slightly, shoulders tense while she rubbed her temples.
"i know, i didn't even think about it. when i get to him, he said he fell at lunch which was a couple hours before so i didn't want to stay to chat incase it was worse then it looked." i shifted slightly in my spot, picking at my nails.
i felt her gaze on me, "hey...", i looked back to her from my gaze on the door, watching her stand off the couch and move closer to me, taking my hands in hers.
"im sorry Eshgham, it's not your fault. we'll go to the school tomorrow and find out what happened... yeah?" she squeezed my hands, thumb brushing over my knuckles, looking at me with that same look she used to.
my feet move by themself, inching closer to her and resting my head on her shoulder. feeling her breath fan over the back of my neck.
"i missed this... i miss you." my voice comes out, barely above a whisper against her neck.
i feel the way she freezes against me, 2 years of longing, 2 years of aching all pouring out in the silence that stretched between us.
"say something..." my words barely audible as i pull back to look at her "please-"
Her eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second.
The room tilted. My heartbeat climbed into my throat. Suddenly I was aware of every inch between us like distance had become a living thing.
“Tell me not to,” she whispered.
Instead, my eyes dropped to her mouth.
Her hand slid against my jaw like she remembered the shape of me by heart, and that was it. Whatever careful thing I’d built over the last two years cracked straight down the middle.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was starving. my hands twisting into the sides of her scrub top while she gripped my jaw.
her lips moved against mine with a quiet urgency, not rushing just savouring, memorising the taste after so long apart. my lips parted just barely as i felt her fingers thread through the hairs on the base of my neck, tugging just barely. the other hand firm on my lower back, keeping my flush against her.
i pulled back an inch, just enough to see her face. "we... we should go back to Ali..." my voice airy as i try to catch my breath.
"you uhm, you can come by after work..? if you want." my voice tightened as i continued to talk "for Ali of course... he loves you more when he's hurt"
she hummed lightly against me, "for Ali... yeah"
i nodded in agreement, taking a breath and pulling away from her.
Which is what led to this moment: her in my house, our son asleep in his bed and her looking at me like the last two years had never happened.
Baran sipped on her wine as she leant against the counter while I sat on the kitchen bench next to her with a glass of my own wine cradled between my hands, turning it slowly like I could find the right words somewhere in the red swirl.
i glanced back down the hall to where Ali's bedroom was, "i missed this..."
i listened to the gap in her breath, then the soft clink of her glass resting back on the marble. her shallow steps of bare feet along the wooden floors, the odd creak as she moved to stand between my legs. her hands resting just between knee and thigh.
subconsciously leaning into her while one hand moved from my knee to my arm, then up to my cheek, pulling me in. the other stopping at my waist.
The second her mouth met mine, every careful thing between us collapsed.
I barely had time to inhale before she kissed me harder, one hand gripping my jaw like she needed to make sure I was real. Teeth knocking briefly. Breath stolen between kisses. Her hand tightening at my waist when I made a sound I didn’t mean to let out.
my hands gripped at the hem of her shirt, "take me upstairs, please."
i look at her for a second, taking in her swollen lips, flush cheeks, that quiet desperation to be close after so long apart.
her hands slip down to mine, pulling me off the counter and down the hall to my bedroom.
as soon as we get to the bedroom, she shuts the door and locks it. pushing me against it with a soft thud.
"baby..." i whisper against her lips, the shadows soft over her face as her hands slide up under my sweater. her warm palms pressing into my cool skin, eliciting a small sound of longing from me as i push her away gently and toward our once shared bed.
as the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed i stand between them, glancing over her face and trailing my fingertips down her jaw and over her collarbone. smirking slightly as her breath gets caught in her throat.
"oh be quiet-" i cut her sentence short, moving to sit in her lap. my legs on either side of her hips as i lean in to kiss her. said kiss no longer gentle, just two women hungry and desperate for love that once was and still is.
my hands thread into her curls, gently tugging and pulling her head back which makes her part her lips just slightly. a quiet moan escaping her lips as my tongue pressed flush against the roof of her mouth.
her hands slide up my back, pulling me impossibly closer and shifting to lay back against the bed. our legs entangled, warm breath fanning across eachother's faces with stolen kisses.
my hips lift into hers, aching, craving for any sort of friction from my wife. my back arches into her as i feel her hand slide under my back, pulling me closer.
my body feels impossibly like jelly as i feel her breathing shift, her breathy moans in my ear before she moves her head away from my neck to kiss me again. stopping as my head tilts back, moving to leave nips and warm kisses down the column of my throat. her hands tugging at the base of my sweater.
i move to sit up, letting her pull it off me, leaving me completely bare infront of her for the first time in 2 years.
as i sink back into the sheets i watch her eyes trail over me before leaning down and kissing one bare shoulder... then the other, each kiss soft and worshipful.
her lips drift lower, mapping the familiar territory, my collarbone, chest, ribs.
"darling..." my voice breaks as i speak, throat feeling full with what feels like need, shame and admiration in one, listening as she shushes me and slides her hands down to untie my pants, sliding them down my hips and onto the floor somewhere.
i slide my hand over my mouth, biting into my palm to keep quiet as her palms kneed at my thighs.
my hands move out of the sheets and away from my face to tighten around her shoulders, keeping her close as i push my head into her neck. biting down on the skin and her hand scratches at my waist and drifts into my underwear.
groaning as she leaves marks scattered along my collarbone and the dip in my neck.
"chenin dokhtar naznini... so good for me..." her words sent a rush down my spine, my nails digging into her shoulders.
i rolled my hips against her hand and felt a shudder run through my spine. i panted through my mouth as my back arched, jellylike at the feeling of her lips on my skin.
it was slow, painfully slow. i needed more. i knew getting into this i would have to be patient but fuck. i needed anything from her. anything.
before i knew it i was a mess, the second she pushed her fingers farther my hands slipped from its grip on my shoulders, scratching down her back. her arm slinked around my back and held me tight against her as she began rocking her fingers in and out.
"just like that." i moaned into her ear, my hand dragging down my spine leaving red welts as my hips rocked against her hand. her thigh keeping me from closing my legs all the way.
i kissed her lips, feeling her hum against my mouth as her tongue pressed against mine. her jaw clenched as her fingers worked through me, her hand digging into my skin as it inched further into my lower body.
i could feel the tension tightening in my stomach and she knew it to. i felt her mouth next to my ear, nipping at the skin as she curled her fingers inside me.
her fingers pressed against my inner walls, sliding in and out and curling against my gummy insides. nothing but incoherent words and breathy moans escaped my mouth.
the combined sensation of her fingers and mouth against my skin threw me over the edge. my legs shaking as my stomach tenses up, my vision blanking for a breath too long as my head dips.
i practically melted into her shoulder as she slid her fingers out of me, leaving me to whimper softly, clenching around nothing.
from the corner of my eye, i watched her stare at her wet fingers for a moment before she locked eyes with me, bringing them up to her mouth and licking them clean. leaving me to groan at the sight.
"s-stay the night... please Baran." my fingers trembled against her skin, taking in the warmth.
"of course." she moved back, sitting back on her knees and slipping out of her shirt and pants before laying back down and taking me in her arms, gently stroking my spine.
The apartment had gone quiet except for our breathing.
I stayed where I was, forehead pressed against her chest while my heartbeat slowly untangled itself from my ribs.
Her hand moved lazily up and down my back.
That was the dangerous part.
“You okay?” she murmured.
I laughed softly against her skin. “Ask me again in five business days.”
She snorted quietly, and the sound did something warm and terrible to my chest.
A minute later she disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water she nudged into my hands without a word. Like muscle memory. Like two years apart had changed absolutely nothing.
I looked up at her over the rim of the glass.
“Take care of me before I even ask.”
Something in her expression flickered then. Small. Almost sad.
“Could never really stop azizam,” she admitted.
my apologies if this was bad i haven't written smut in so freaking long omg 💔
i will also not be writing smut again in 1st person, this was like the most difficult thing ever
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