It’s when they’re alone with their daughter that Trinity thinks about the person she married, about the woman that sits cross-legged on a Persian rug by the back door, letting her face warm in the dawn of the sun as their daughter tries to catch the rays with her hands.
It’s hard to quantify a person into a single sentence, a simple word or thought that can succinctly put them into a box, a category of preconceived notion and ideas, without detracting from the truth of them in some way or another.
Baran is impossible to put away.
Trinity had thought about it for a long time, long before they were married, long before they had had Christine - the kind of box Baran might be put into.
There’s categories to her, of course there are, elements that make up who she is. Doctor. Mother. Wife. Trinity, in the life they’ve made together, has the same.
But there’s more to Baran than that.
There are so many versions of her that Trinity hadn’t met, so many versions of her that no longer live in the real world and are carried in the distance of a memory or the faded pages of a journal.
Trinity thinks about those versions, the fissions of what’s left behind, the little flashes that leave as quickly as they arrive, like flickers on a film reel, here for a moment and gone the next.
She thinks about the passports that sit in a drawer in the office room; her American one sitting on the bottom, Baran’s German one that says Reisepass on it lying on the top and her American one wedged between.
She thinks about the journals they keep, hers thin and forgotten about, Baran’s full and weathered and loved. Postcards of Tehran, Yazd and Persepolis. Flowers pressed and dried into the pages, handwriting neat and scrawled in fading ink. Adventures and memories and songs. Old receipts and excerpts from books she’s read.
She thinks of the photos that scatter their home, of worlds so far far away from their own, of people that Trinity and their children have never known, of a Baran that no longer exists.
Baran doesn’t talk much of her time in Kabul but Trinity sees it in her, the pain, the old fear that is sometimes jostled into her features like a deck of cards about to fall. There is a Baran who is afraid and alert and despairing, and Trinity does not know her, does not understand or see the blood that stains her bones, the smell of soot and sand in her nose.
Trinity thinks of the little girl she might’ve been, the fragments of her that are so different from the one that sits in her lap. She thinks of a tiny Baran with short curly hair and big Bambi-like eyes, crying out for her Mama when she’s stuck with another needle, clinging to her Baba when it’s over, making him promise not to let them do that to her again. She thinks of a Baran that is tiny and terrified of everything around her, of the fingers that poke and prod, encased in sterile rubber, pulling anything they can from her. When Trinity finds photos of her, maybe at five or six, she runs the back of her fingers along her cheek and wipes away the tears.
She smiles on the Baran that she gets to keep.
The Baran that loves flowers and carries them home until they’re bursting out of her backpack. Roses, cowslips, borage, tulips; anything she can find.
The Baran that lies out in the little patch of garden they’ve made for themselves and naps on the flat swing they bought, basking in the sun.
The Baran that smiles and laughs with their children as if it were as easy as breathing.
Trinity often wonders what keeps her here, what makes someone who’s lived as many lives as Baran decide to stay and to settle.
Sometimes she wonders if it’s just another cycle, that one day this Baran who kisses their little girl’s cheeks will too fade and disappear like the rest of them, confided and kept into a picture frame on a mantelpiece, gone and forgotten about.
Other days she wonders if this is Baran’s end, if this is the life she settles to go out on and will lie in the sun until it sets and fades along with her, pulling her into the warm darkness of the summer nights.
She couldn’t put Baran into words.
She was so much more than that.
She was the smell of cherries in the morning, of fresh linen and dark-chocolate, of dried ink and crushed petals.
She was the sound of bare feet dancing along a sand-bitten floor, whispered and dying, the stretch of sinew, reaching out and longing.
She was the sun burned into a set of eyes, warm and reverent, bright and unyielding.
She was the hands that held her daughter close and tasted the salt of her tears.
She was the mouth that smiled and laughed and bit, that tasted blood and wine alike as if they were no different.
; baran al-hashimi x f!reader . w/c 2.4k established relationship, smut, mdni, oral (b!receiving), fingering (b!receiving), overstimulation (b!receiving)
summary; you feel bad for denying baran her orgasm earlier in the day and decide to alleviate her growing ache
an; i’m a bottom al-hashimi truther what can i say also haven't proofread this so ignore any mistakes
Baran was irritated.
No, she was infuriated.
As a matter of fact she despised you right now.
The two of you had woken up relatively early that morning, limbs tangled with each others and your slow breath against Baran's neck.
It had started harmlessly. You had walked out of the bathroom to Baran in her scrub bottoms and singlet, sorting her hair. She had looked irresistible in the morning light. You approached from behind, hands settling on her waist while your lips brushed her jaw.
You couldn't even remember how Baran ended up laying back on your shared bed with your hand between her thighs and lips connected to her neck.
She had gotten so close. Hands gripping the sheets tight, the coil in her mid-section about to snap when you pulled your fingers out suddenly. She had whined and in turn you cocked an eyebrow.
"We should probably get going" you mused nonchalantly. Baran sat up and watched in bewilderment as you just straightened out your scrub top and exited the room.
The drive to the hospital was just as excruciating for Baran. You insisted on driving like you usually do, scooping up your keys and opening the passenger door for her. Once you started the car your hand found her thigh, giving her knee a quick squeeze. It wasn't exactly a long drive to your shared work but you made it hell for her.
Your hand would inch up ever so slowly until your fingers were resting right next to where you knew Baran needed you. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing heavy when you looked over at her.
"You okay baby?"
Your voice was unnaturally sweet as you feigned obliviousness. She just hummed, eyes remaining forward which drew a smirk from you at her uncharacteristic quietness. You fingers began moving in slow circles on the inside of her upper thigh. Baran made a low noise which she masked by clearing her throat. You hadn't missed it though.
The two of you went your separate ways upon arriving to the hospital. You left Baran with a quick kiss and lingering hand on her lower back, the heat of it remaining long after you left.
She was thankful the two of you worked on different floors. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle seeing you work in the condition she was in. Your toned arms and stern but warm demeanour when dealing with patients and staff alike. She had been going fine until you came down for a surgical consult, something you rarely if ever did.
The knowing smirk playing on your lips as you entered and found her eyes was enough to let her know you were doing this on purpose.
"What's up everybody, doctor Al-Hashimi" you nodded in her direction. She gave you a brief glance, cheeks flushed before one of the residents gave you a run down. You had looked over the patient, confirming the diagnosis before arranging for an OR to be freed.
You caught Baran leaving the trauma room from the corner of your eye and you were quick to excuse yourself and follow her.
"How's your day beautiful" you murmured, shoulder brushing hers. "Good, you?" She didn't look at you once. Her jaw was tight and you huffed a laugh. "It's fine. I'll see you later?" She nodded and you had pressed a chaste kiss to her cheekbone before disappearing back upstairs.
Now Baran is laid back in bed, hand shoved down the front of her pants. She had received an apology text from you saying you were going to be stuck in surgery.
That was a couple hours ago now.
She had tried to busy herself with house work, reading, online shopping, literally anything to keep her mind off the growing ache between her legs but she was fighting a losing battle.
The house is quiet when you enter. The lights are off and Baran's presence is missing. You drop your bag and kick your shoes off, placing them neatly onto the shoe rack next to Baran's. You wander down the hallway when you hear noises coming from your bedroom. The door is pulled closed which is unusual. You push it open cautiously to see Baran layed out in bed, whining as she pumps her fingers in and out of her soaked heat.
Your eyes widen, a shiver running straight down your spine as your body heats up at the sight. You take a moment to collect yourself before announcing your presence.
"Need a hand?" Her eyes shoot open and she looks over at you, nodding meekly. That's all you need before closing the distance and tugging her pants and underwear down in one swift motion.
The sight you're met with makes your mouth water. Her glistening cunt all swollen from the time she's spent trying to make herself cum to no avail. Your hands find her thighs as she lifts her legs up, running up and down the exposed skin. You drop a kiss to her knee.
"You just couldn't wait for me to get home, huh?"
"No. Not after this morning" she grumbles, clearly still resentful. "I'm sorry baby, I'll make it up to you".
You push her legs apart and level your mouth with her core, meeting her gaze before licking a stripe up her folds. Baran lets out a shaky sigh, her hand coming to the back of your head to grip your hair.
"Shit azizam" she mutters. You only mess with her for a moment before giving her what she needs, your tongue pushing past her folds. The taste of her makes your stomach flip as the familiar heady scent clouds your mind. Her fingers tighten in your hair and you moan in response, the sound vibrating into her. She attempts to tighten her thighs around your head but you hold her legs apart by her hips as you practically devour her pussy.
Her hips begin to rock against your face, her other hand grasping at the sheets as her body begins shaking.
"Fuck— eshgham" she gasps, hips writhing against your jaw. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her waist, pulling her impossibly closer as your tongue works inside her.
You free a hand to slip under the thin material of her singlet to grope her breast. "Ey Khodā" she groans, hand abandoning the bed sheet to reach up and cover your hand with her own. Baran glances down at you, the sight pushing her closer to her climax. Your head buried between her thighs, eyes shut and completely focused on her.
Baran can feel her body humming with pleasure as she throws her head back, soft breaths falling from her lips. You pull a gasp from her when your fingers comes in contact with her sensitive clit, rubbing in firm circles.
"So good baby, 'm so close" she stammers.
She comes quick, likely from all the pent up frustration of the day. Her back arches off the bed while her legs convulse around your head and her hand pulls at your hair. Your mouth stays on her, eagerly receiving her pleasure as her vision goes static momentarily.
After cleaning her up with your mouth you trail your lips up her body before finding her lips in a sweet kiss. Baran pushes you back, dark eyes fixated on her slick that still coats your mouth. Her tongue darts out to lick it away and your fingers brush her midsection.
"That was—".
She gasps when you push three fingers into her, her walls clenching around the sudden intrusion. She grips your shoulders, breath hot against your swollen mouth as you lean down to kiss her. Your tongue swipes her bottom lip and she's quick to open her mouth, allowing your tongue free range to tangle with hers.
"Is this okay?" you ask softly after leaning back. Baran nods and you kiss her cheek. "I want to hear you say it" you mumble against her skin. "This is okay—" she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. "Fuck it's okay". Her voice is hoarse and it makes your stomach flip as you start moving your fingers slowly.
She's warm against your fingers. The wetness from moments ago allowing her to take your digits easier. "You’re so perfect" you murmur before kissing her cheek and burying your face in her neck, tasting the skin there.
She arches into you, eyes squeezed shut. "Shit" she breathes out.
Her arms slide down from your shoulders to your neck and bicep. Baran guides your head out of her neck to kiss you. It's messy when your lips meet, a mixture of saliva and cum. It makes you shiver.
You know she's close when she starts huffing against your lips, almost whining when you quicken your ministrations. Soon enough you're pulling another orgasm from her. Baran's body twitches beneath you as you slow your movements. You proceed to do this two more times, alternating between using your mouth and fingers until Baran is a whining mess.
Baran's eyes flutter closed and her chest is rising and falling rather quickly as you retreat from the bed. She barely registers the sound of you shuffling around the room while grabbing your harness and a rather modest strap for your wife. You carefully step into the harness and adjust the strap before approaching her, kneeling at the end of the bed.
You slowly position yourself so the dildo is lined up with her entrance and you watch as her eyes shoot open once she feels it brush against her. Her eyes land on it between her legs before she looks to your face.
"Azizam I don't think I can" she practically whispers, her voice completely spent. You bring a hand up to caress her face, thumb brushing her cheekbone. "I think you've got one more in you, don't you?" You watch her eyes, clearly mulling over the decision before nodding.
You press a soft kiss to her jaw, hand absentmindedly stroking her side as you push in slowly, allowing her to get used to the toy. Baran moans low against your ear as you bottom out inside her. You wait for a second, eyes watching her face closely. Tears gather in her eyes and a pang of guilt shoots through your chest. You lift up your hand to brush an escaped tear with the pad of your thumb.
"Are you okay?" "Yes" she breathes out quietly with a barely noticable nod.
You begin to move after a moment and she whines beneath you, fingers digging into the skin on your shoulder.
"Tell me if you want me to stop". She shakes her head.
"Don't stop" she husks.
That spurs you on as you begin to find a steady rhythm and stick to it, the sound of Baran's wet cunt as you thrust in and out of her filling the room. Each sweet noise that leaves Baran's mouth gives you more motivation to make her feel good.
"Harder" she groans as you hit a certain spot inside her.
You obey and allow your movements to match the intensity of earlier, her body jolting as you pound into her.
"Is that good my love?"
"Yes— so good. You feel so good in me azizam" Baran chokes out and you smirk, head dipping down to suck at the soft skin of her neck. She's too distracted by the overwhelming feeling inside her to tell you not to leave any marks. Oh well.
You're sure she's broken the skin on your shoulders as her head falls back to let out a moan. You drag your tongue over the darkened marks on her neck, feeling Baran shudder beneath you. You look down at where the silicone is sliding in and out of her cunt with ease and a throaty sound leaves you.
"Taking it so well baby, my beautiful girl" you utter against her neck.
Your words seem to push her over the edge as a spasm wracks its way through her body, toes curling as it dies down.
You drop down next to her, dildo still buried inside her as your hand finds her waist where her singlet has ridden up. You run your fingers up and down her side, waiting for her breathing to slow as you place gentle kisses to her jaw.
"Water?"
"No... just stay" she mutters and you nod. Your hand finds its way under her singlet, splaying out against her warm skin and Baran holds onto your forearm. You utter quiet affirmations against her skin, Baran sighing contentedly.
After a moment Baran shifts and whimpers at the feeling of you still inside of her. You adjust yourself and slowly pull out, Baran's mewls tugging at your heartstrings. You remove yourself from her embrace, pushing her whimpers to the side.
"I'm sorry baby, I'll be right back" you murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. You rush into the bathroom, chucking the used dildo to the side to clean later before grabbing a cloth and wetting it with warm water.
You walk back into the bedroom, hand landing on Baran's leg to let her know you're there. "This might be uncomfortable" you say softly as you nudge her legs open and gently clean up the mess. Baran's breathing changes momentarily at the sensation around her sensitive core.
You leave once more to the bathroom to put the cloth into a hamper before returning to your wife, kneeling next to her.
"What can I do?"
"I just want to feel you".
You nod at her words, already pulling your top off and aiding her in slipping out of her singlet. You lay back against the pillows and allow Baran to nestle into your side, welcoming the feeling of your skin on her own. Her hand lands on your chest, firm and grounding and your fingers move lazily up and down her back. Your legs tangle with hers instinctually like they've done a million times before. Her forehead is rested against your chin and you tilt your head to leave a quick kiss there.
"You okay?" "More than" she confirms.
A moment of comfortable silence passes before Baran takes a deep breath. "Don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow though" she mumbles which earns a laugh from you, Baran chuckling along with you.
"I promised I'd make it up to you didn't I?"
"Hm, that's true. You'll have to do that again sometime".
You raise an eyebrow. "Will do".
Baran shifts closer to you and soon enough the two of you drift off into a hazy post-sex sleep.
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; baran al-hashimi x f!reader . w/c 1.9k, fluff, established relationship, smut, mdni, oral fixation, thigh riding (b!receiving), fingering (b!receiving)
summary; your wife is waiting at home after her day off and you want to repay her for all her hard work
an; first time writing smut lmk if this is the vibe
You push the front door open, the smell of something delicious meeting your nose. “I’m home baby” you call out.
“In the kitchen!” Baran calls back.
You drop your bag and kick off your shoes at the door despite knowing how your wife will scold you later. She hates clutter with a passion.
As you enter the kitchen your eyes land on Baran standing at the stove in a pair of your boxers and a sports bra you bought her a month ago.
God bless this summer heat.
“Hey beautiful” you hum, approaching her and resting your hand on her waist. You lean forward and kiss her cheek a few times. “Good day?” she questions. Her hand lands on yours and gives it a quick rub.
“Better now”.
She lets out a breathy laugh. “Sweet talk will only get you so far”. You raise your eyebrows.
“Oh yeah? How far?”
Your fingers dip under the waistband of her shorts and she smacks your hand playfully. You grin against her neck, tongue darting out to lick at her jaw playfully.
“Get much done today?” Your arms secure themselves around her waist. “Finished the washing, cleaned the house top to bottom and managed to sort everything for Kaveh's diagram”. You press another gentle kiss to Baran’s jaw.
“Hm, my wife the over achiever” you hum. “You want something to drink?” Baran nods. “Can you grab me—“
“One of your juices?” you finish, separating from Baran’s warmth. “Yes please”.
You walk over to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of juice for your wife, pouring it into a glass for her.
“I’m going to change” you say while placing the glass on the bench next to her. Your hand grazes her lower back on your way to the bedroom.
There’s a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt lay out on your side of the bed. You smile at the thought of Baran making sure to set them out for you while pulling the items of clothing on.
You chuck your scrubs into the washing basket on the way out of the door, eager to return to your wife's touch.
Baran is serving food up on plates when you walk back into the kitchen. “Let me do that”.
“No go sit down, I’ll bring it over”.
“Baby—“ “Sit”.
You move at the command and take your seat at the table. Baran walks around behind you and places your plate in front of you. “You sure you don’t need my help?” “I’m sure azizam”.
Soft fingers brush the baby hairs at the back of your neck as Baran passes you to grab her own plate.
“This looks amazing sweetheart, thank you” you murmur, taking Baran’s hand as she sits down. You bring it up to your lips and kiss the band sitting comfortably around her ring finger, barely missing the flush that takes over her cheeks.
After dinner you clear the plates away, taking the opportunity to order Baran to sit down and let you do the work. You drop down on the couch next to a smiling Baran who is leaning on her arm watching you intently. You lean over and tap her thigh, guiding her legs over your lap.
You give her ankle a gentle squeeze earning a content sigh from your wife. "I should be doing this for you" she murmurs, settling back into the cushions at the end of the couch. You just shake your head while massaging her legs.
You were always so gentle with her. You knew you didn’t have to be, Baran was anything but fragile. Yet you couldn't help but treat her like she was something precious.
"Want to talk about your day?"
You didn't really feel like divulging the details of your monotonous day at the pitt. Nothing major happened, you clocked in and clocked out after spending the entire day wondering what your wife was doing at home.
"It was long".
Baran chuckles, sitting up and scooting closer to you. She drapes her arm over your shoulder and the other hand settles on your chest. She's practically sitting in your lap now as she brushes your nose with her own. "I love you, you know that?" You nod, hand sliding against her thigh.
"I know" you murmur. Baran's hand slides up from your chest to cup your cheek, thumb running along your cheekbone. She leans forward and presses her lips to yours. You give her thigh a quick squeeze before moving your hand up to hold her hip. Baran opens her mouth a little and sighs when you brush her tongue with your own.
You slowly adjust yourself and Baran, laying her back on the couch and situating a thigh between her legs to hover above her. She gasps at the sudden contact. "Sorry" you mumble against her lips. Baran just shakes her head and grabs your face, lips reattaching to yours immediately.
Baran was usually so in command of everything and you were oh so thankful that you were able to see her so pliant. It was like there was a switch whenever she entered the threshold of your joint home. She was able to let go and trust that you could take care of everything because you wanted to.
Your fingers slip under the bottom of her shorts, bunching them up by her hip as you squeeze warm flesh. She bucks her hips up and you lean back, eyes searching her face.
"You're so beautiful".
Baran blushes. You lift your hand, knuckles brushing her cheek slowly. She nuzzles against your hand, eyes fluttering closed momentarily. You decide to test the waters and graze your thumb over her bottom lip. You apply a bit of pressure before pulling it down and watching it spring back. She watches your hand closely as you lift it back and trace her lip. Her mouth falls open almost immediately.
A grin tugs at your lips. Baran's eyes flash with... something as you bring your hand back to her lips. You push your index finger into her awaiting mouth. She welcomes the digit, tongue immediately swirling around it.
Your stomach coils at the sight below you. Baran's pupils dilated as her eyes meet yours, your finger in her mouth pressing down against her tongue. "Another?" She nods.
Baran opens her mouth and you slide your middle finger in alongside your index. Baran shifts her hips, a muffled whine vibrating against your fingers as she comes in contact with your thigh. You begin to move your fingers slowly in and out of her mouth.
As you do Baran begins moving hesitantly against your thigh. You look away from her face for a moment to watch where her hips are grinding down on your thigh, a wet patch already beginning to appear on your grey sweatpants. A whimper falls from your wife as you suddenly push your thigh up. Her movements become more confident as you bury your fingers in her mouth while your thigh is pressed up against her core.
Your other leg falls to the ground to brace yourself as your other hand pushes under her bra. "Hmgh–".
"I got you, just relax" you murmur. That earns you a nod. Baran's eyes roll to the back of her head before they flutter shut once more. Heat pools low in your stomach as you watch her rhythmic movements against your thigh. The combination of that and her tongue skillfully moving around your fingers has you dumbstruck.
Baran's lifts her hand, fingers curling around the wrist of the hand currently occupied with her mouth. She pulls your hand back excruciatingly slow, fingers glistening, coated in her saliva. You let out a shaky sigh at the sight.
"I need you" Baran breathes out, guiding your hand to her shorts. You nod. Her eyes remain on you as you pull her shorts down and discard them somewhere in the lounge. Baran's fingers dig into the back of your neck and she sighs as you run a finger through her folds. You lean down and capture her lips in a quick and soft kiss. "Can I take this off?" You gesture to her bra and she sits up, tugging it off over her head.
Baran looks heavenly in front of you. Her curly hair frames her face, tan skin dotted with freckles courtesy of the warmer weather. Her cheeks are dusted with a shade of pink as well as her chest which is on display for you to marvel at.
"What?"
"You are so perfect".
You lean forward and kiss her cheek. "So beautiful..." you mutter between planting featherlight kisses over her face. "I love you, so much" you say finally before pushing a finger past her folds. She gasps, gripping your shoulders as you pull her into your lap. Her hips grind down at the new position and you smile up at the woman.
She tilts her head back leaving her neck exposed, a perfect canvas for your lips to latch onto. "No— no marks" she gasps as you slip a second finger alongside your other and begin moving steadily inside her. You lick a stripe up the soft skin before kissing her pulse point, sucking and nipping earning a slew of whines from Baran. Your fingers curl everytime you thrust up and Baran grinds down, the sounds spilling from her mouth bordering on pornographic.
"You're so sexy" you say as your lips travel to her breasts, sucking at the soft flesh. A string of curses in Farsi fall from her lips. "You like that baby? Like when I tell you how sexy you are riding my fingers?"
Baran's words die on her tongue as you suck at her swollen nipple. Her walls spasm around your fingers, wetness dripping down your wrist as the woman groans in response to your words. You take the opportunity to slip a third finger in with the others, pulling a deep moan from Baran. Her fingers grip your hair, giving your head a harsh tug to angle your face up. Your lips fall open and Baran pushes her tongue into your mouth, moaning when your curl your fingers deep inside her.
"Aziz— Fuck, I'm close" she breathes out. You lean back, taking in the sight before you. Baran's fully naked form writhing in your lap.
"C'mon my love" you spur her on. Your fingers push in even deeper and Baran is convinced you’ve brushed her cervix. She goes quiet except for small breaths every time your fingers hit the familiar spongy spot over and over, that's how you know she's close.
“Shit—“.
Baran’s english fades into her mother tongue as her thighs tremble, body spasming against your hand. She drops her head to the crook of your neck, face contorting from pure pleasure. “That’s it beautiful” you breath against her neck before pressing soft kisses over the reddish marks you left earlier.
It takes a moment for Baran’s body to stop trembling and for her chest to stop heaving. She finally registers the soft movement of your fingers up and down her spine, your other hand still encased by her soaked cunt. The woman leans back to meet your eyes. They’re filled with wonder as she looks between them.
“You did so good darling” you say up to her. She shifts, whining at the feeling of your fingers still buried inside her. You pull them out slowly, Baran’s breath coming out shaky as you raise your fingers to your lips. She watches intently as you suck your fingers into your mouth, only releasing them once you've licked them clean.
Her arms hold you close as she leans forward and captures your lips in a relatively sweet kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. “I think— we’re going— to need a new couch” she says in between kisses. You lean back and look down at the wet patch on the cushion beneath you before shrugging.
; age gap . guided smoking?? . fluff . established relationship
"Hey stranger".
You recognise your wife's voice. The thick accent that snakes around the syllables has become a distinct comfort. You turn and are met with her shorter figure leaning against the brick wall of the ambulance bay, arms crossed over her chest.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke you smile softly at the woman. "Hi" you murmur as she approaches. Dana stands in front of you, tilting her jaw up. She's close enough that her sweet perfume is mingling with the sharp smell of your cigarette. Her eyes travel to your left hand, said cigarette held firmly between your index and middle fingers spouting smoke.
"Those will kill you, you know?" She takes it from your hand and brings it to her lips, taking a long drag before dropping her hand to her side. "I could say the same to you" you murmur, eyes fixated on her lips as they blow smoke to the side. "I'm old" she retorts.
You chuckle. "Maybe I'm just trying to catch up" you shrug, gesturing for the half smoked cig. "Give it back". Dana sighs and brings her hand up between the two of you. You reach for the cigarette again but she flinches away when you do.
"Baby..." you practically whine out. Your wife grins at your desperation before bringing the cigarette to your lips. The faint lipstick mark left on the paper makes your stomach curl with lust. "Inhale" she instructs and you do, eyes locked on hers.
You welcome the bittersweet taste into your mouth. Dana watches you closely and finds herself jealous of the smoke, the way it gets to lick at your mouth and coil around your insides.
The woman revels in the way you lean back from her hand to exhale, tilting your head so your jawline is highlighted from the strain while the smoke spills from your lips.
"You got any patients?" Dana rasps out. You shake your head.
The woman hums, her jaw momentarily twitching upwards. You take the opportunity to lean down and press your lips to hers. You exhale into the kiss, hand finding Dana's waist and squeezing as her tongue dips into your mouth. The dull burn of the cigarette still lingers in your chest, harsh flavour on your tongue as you press the muscle further into Dana's mouth.
The kiss is slow but charged, the weight of each of your days being made easier with the proximity of the person you both feel most comfortable with, each other.
Your actions elicit a low groan from the nurse, her hand landing on the front of your scrubs and gripping tight. "You think– you'll be home... early tonight?" Dana huffs out as you kiss her between words unrelenting. You nod, kissing the corner of her mouth before leaning back and taking in her slightly disheveled appearance. "I'll make sure of it" you say softly to her.
You can’t fight yourself from leaning back in, groaning when her palm is firm against your collar pushing you back. “Down girl, we should probably get back to work”. Her eyes remain on your lips and you chuckle.
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