summary: Right when you decide to give up on your feelings for your older resident Mel King, a night out at the bar leads to drunken confessions and the realization that your feelings might not be one sided after all. 18+ mdni. wc. 4.3k
tags: R3!mel king x f!intern!reader, slight age gap, reader is unsure that mel likes her back, drunken confessions, possibly ooc mel, both mel and reader are buzzed but everything is consensual, fingering, thigh riding
This was a terrible idea. You shouldn’t have come. But you’re two beers past sobriety and leaving the bar to walk home by yourself is not even a possibility anymore, so you’re stuck here for now.
For Victoria’s 21st birthday, Trinity convinced half the day shift to go out for drinks after work. Any arguments or responses that held even the slightest hint of hesitance were immediately shot down by her (honestly impressive) rebuttals. You figured she just wanted to tease Victoria again.
When Dennis mentioned his nonexistent change of clothes, Trinity set the meeting time to 9, giving some time for everyone to go home and change. When Samira suggested that maybe a bar wasn’t the best place to take Victoria for her birthday, Trinity asked said birthday girl if she preferred hosting a party at her house. With her parents present. Victoria immediately refused, her eyes going wide and head shaking vigorously.
To be honest, you were down from the start. You needed a break after a long week, and what better time to do so than celebrating your younger coworker’s birthday.
After McKay spoke up with “you only turn 21 once” and a handsy pat on Victoria’s shoulders, the general consensus shifted and everyone agreed to come (much to Trinity’s delight).
Well, almost everyone. Of course, Donnie needed to get back home to his wife and kid, Olgivie refused to waste time that could be spent studying, and Mel typically turned down spur of the moment gatherings because she needed to pick up Becca, as their routines were a must. You figured she wasn’t coming.
That was one of the main reasons why you were so eager to go. You honestly needed a break from Mel.
Sweet, reliable, intelligent Melissa King. Your older coworker who has been driving you insane these past few weeks - whose presence makes your mind go blank mid-charting and whose earnest praise makes your thighs clench.
You shouldn’t feel this way towards your coworker, but you can’t help it. As much as guilt creeps up your throat at the fantasy of confessing your infatuation to your senior resident, so does the heat down your belly at the idea of your feelings being reciprocated.
But you’ve always been a realistic person. You don’t want to ruin the friendship you currently have with Mel, and you’ve watched enough workplace sitcoms to know that dating your coworker doesn’t always turn out well (though Yolanda and Trinity seem to be taking that chance anyways).
So, you’ll shove your feelings down and drink your sorrows away tonight. Dress up a bit and maybe get someone’s number.
Though, life never turns out how you expect it to.
The moment you step into the bar, the combination of the crowds on the dance floor and the summer humidity makes you mentally note to ensure everyone gets enough electrolytes throughout the night.
Samira chooses a booth in a more tame area of the bar while you and Trinity break apart from the group to order the first round of drinks.
“Looking good tonight, Doc.” Trinity grins, giving your outfit a once over. You had put on your favorite top and shorts- nothing too flashy, but definitely a different look for your coworkers who haven’t seen you out of your scrubs yet. It’s only been a few months since you started at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, but with all the chaos of the emergency department, you haven’t had the time to befriend coworkers as much as you want to.
“Thanks Trinity. Hey, I actually brought some candles for Victoria. I figured we could stick them on a piece of cake and sing for her.” You suggest.
“Oh that’s a great idea. I am totally gonna record that.” Trinity laughs as the bartender sets out a few beers. She takes them and heads over to the rest of the group, leaving you alone to wait for the rest of the drinks.
The bar is alive with music and conversation. Humming to the beat of the song over the speakers, you smile to yourself as you look at the framed pictures on the wall.
The bartender drops the other bottles on the counter. You open one up, take a swig, and turn towards the booth, making eye contact with the person next to you.
“Hey.”
You jolt in shock and choke on the beer as you register Mel King standing right in front of you.
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you-“ she apologizes. She rubs a hand over your back, which only flusters you more and sends you into a coughing fit.
When you recover, you try to play it off. “Oh god- sorry. Um, hey Mel. Didn’t think you were coming.”
“Yeah, Becca was pretty tired tonight so we passed on watching a movie. I figured I’d stop by and celebrate with you guys.” she says with a sheepish grin.
“That’s great! I’m sure Vic will be super excited you’re here.” you smile, trying not to stare at Mel. You’ve never seen her outside of her work scrubs. Her hair is down and she’s wearing a tight shirt that hugs her chest in all the right places. You bite your lip and lead her to the rest of the group.
“Guess who!” you say, gesturing to Mel as you set the beers down. The table erupts in a chorus of greetings - a smile from Samira, a “hey Melatonin” from Trinity, and a hug from Victoria.
You slide into the booth, Mel doing the same across from you. The leather seats crackle as you sit down. The space is cramped and your knees bump against each other under the table. You mumble an apology.
“It’s no problem.” she assures you, reaching for a beer.
Dennis starts telling a story about his farm back in Nebraska. You glance at Mel and see her staring at the cap on the beer bottle.
“Oh, do you want me to ask the bartender to open it?” you offer.
“It’s fine, I got it.” Mel responds. She grabs another drink and pops the cap off in seconds, her biceps flexing underneath the cotton of her shirt. You stare at her as she takes a drink, winces at the bitterness of the beer, and laughs at one of Dennis’s jokes.
Heat settles in your abdomen as you watch Mel. She seems freer outside the chaos of the emergency room, her shoulders relaxed and hair gently falling down her shoulders. You never realized how built she was, lean muscle peeking out under her sleeves. You wonder what her arms feel like, what she’d say if you traced your fingers down from her collarbone to her wrist. Mel’s gaze flickers to meet yours and you flinch, caught in the act.
You turn back towards Dennis and try to pretend like you heard anything he said in the past few minutes, but you can feel Mel’s stare on your face. You down the rest of your beer in hopes of shoving the butterflies out of your stomach.
As the night progresses, you drink quicker than you normally would to match everyone else’s pace. The alcohol starts to kick in around your third beer and you finally loosen up, leaning over the table to tell vulgar jokes that make Samira hit you in the shoulder with tears in her eyes. Since you’re sitting at the end of the booth, you’re in charge of bringing back the drinks for the group, and each time you get up, your head spins a little more.
You practically jump out of your seat once Mateo mentions another round and you amble towards the counter. You take one step before the world tilts on its axis and you stumble, tripping over your own feet.
Someone catches you by the waist, their palms warm and heavy around your hips.
“You okay? Looking a little dizzy.” Mel asks, concern etched in her furrowed eyebrows. You can barely hear her over the deafening bass and look down to try and read her lips. You don’t respond, but melt into her touch as you lean your weight onto hers.
Mel tilts her head to look into your eyes as she repeats her question, her voice dropping into the familiar clinical tone she uses with patients, cutting through the pulsating in your head. You suddenly realize how you’re clinging onto her and embarrassment twists in your gut.
You push yourself off of Mel and clear your throat. “Yeah, yeah - I think I’m just buzzed. Sorry about that. Thanks for catching me.” You avoid her pretty brown eyes and look across the bar. You catch a glimpse of Yolanda whispering into Trinity’s ear, grinning as the younger woman laughs. You tear your gaze away from the couple as aching jealousy settles in your chest.
“You’ve been drinking pretty fast. You need to pace yourself. I’ll get this round, you can go back and sit down for a bit.” Mel says, placing a hand on your arm to get your attention.
Her consideration makes your face heat up. Of course Mel would make sure you wouldn’t trip and eat shit on the bar floor. The problem is, she would do that for anyone. She’s a doctor, a kind person, and your friend. You bite your lip and nod, cursing your racing heartbeat while you remind yourself that it’s inappropriate to want your coworker’s hands all over you. You walk back to the booth with a dejected sigh, not realizing that Mel’s gaze travels down your body as you leave.
As you sit back down, your self awareness returns along with a sobering douse of embarrassment. You thought the alcohol would stifle your feelings for Mel, but the intoxication seems to push you closer to doing things you wouldn’t be able to go back from. You debate leaving the bar after another 30 minutes. You could call an Uber and get back to your place before 11, be back under your bed sheets where you could pretend like your feelings for Mel didn’t grow stronger after seeing her for the first time off the clock.
Mel returns to her seat in front of you with a couple beers. Beside you, Samira offers you another bottle and you politely turn her down. Mel looks down at her hands with a smile.
After everyone sings to Victoria, the group disperses across the bar. Trinity drags Dennis to the dance floor as she sings along to the music, and Cassie leads Victoria back to the counter for another drink.
You choose to stay at the booth, tipping your head back onto the wood to stare at the ceiling. The rhythmic beat over the speakers devolves into muffled noise as you relax into your seat, letting the alcohol cloud your mind. Your phone vibrates in your palm and you decide that now would probably be a good time to go back home.
“I had a patient with a clavicle fracture today.”
Your eyes shoot open. You blink a few times and ignore the way your heart rate spikes at the sound of Mel’s voice. You didn’t think Mel was the type to be on the dance floor, but you’re surprised she’s still there nonetheless. The corner of the bar seems more intimate now that everyone else is gone. There’s more room to stretch out, and yet, you two stay seated in front of one another, your doc martens bumping against her tennis shoes.
“Distal or proximal?” you ask, counting the tiles on the ceiling to distract yourself.
“Proximal. The patient crashed into a telephone pole because she was texting and driving.” Mel watches your throat bob, taking the chance to memorize the curve of your neck. She wonders what it might look like if you were keening with pleasure.
You hum in response and lift your head to meet her gaze.
“Funny thing is,” Mel continues, standing up. You worry that she’s going to leave until you see her sliding to your side. “The patient was pretty upset about her injury. Said she does collarbone workouts every Wednesday.”
Mel leans close, her breath fanning over your neck. She brushes her thumb over your shirt and across your collarbone. You suppress a shudder as your face heats up, your brows furrowed as you try to focus on what she’s saying.
“I didn’t think people cared about what a clavicle looks like, but after thinking about it,” Mel dips her thumb down the collar of your shirt and tugs the fabric down, continuing her featherlight circles over your bare skin. “I can see the appeal now.”
Your chest heaves and heat curls in your abdomen as she touches you. The alcohol must have caught up to you, you must be in some ditch right now, fallen over and hallucinating about your older coworker’s hands on your body. You’re sure this is just another dream, another fantasy that will leave you breathless and ashamed when you wake up in the morning.
Mel looks up at you and sees your flustered expression. Her pretty lips curl into a smirk.
“Wanna get some air outside? You look like you need some.”
Thankfully, the humid summer air seems to clear your head. You’re sure Mel’s sudden outburst was real because the moonlight illuminates the blush on her cheeks as you two sit on a bench just outside the bar. She flexes her hands repetitively and glances at you, almost as if she’s double checking to see if you’re still there.
Mel starts telling a story about a patient she had at the VA, her eyes crinkling in amusement as she speaks.
Buzzed and breathless, you decide then that there’s nothing else you want more than Melissa King. You stop fighting the urge to look at her lips as she continues talking. Her voice trails off as she sees you staring at her. Your eyes flicker back up to meet hers. She swallows and you lean closer.
Liquid courage takes all your usual reason away, and you gently press your lips to hers, reveling in how soft they are until you realize what you’re doing and pull back.
Before you can apologize, Mel captures your lips in another kiss. She grabs your neck and you let out a noise of surprise, the gentle pressure making your head spin.
Your voice seems to spur her on as she tips your head back and deepens the kiss. Her fingers splay over your jaw as she presses her chest against yours.
Your hands grip onto her shoulders and you feel Mel smirk against your lips. Eventually, she pulls away to let you both get some air. The summer heat fills your lungs and your skin burns as her gaze travels down your neck.
Mel pushes closer, dragging her palms up your body to cradle your head as she presses a trail of kisses across your jaw.
“Been thinking about doing this ever since you walked in on your first day.” Mel confesses, glancing up at you over the top of her glasses. “When we did those sutures on the leg lac in Trauma 2 and you corrected me on what type of thread to use.”
You let out a groan in response, eyes closing shut in want. You’re surprised she remembers your first interaction so vividly, though you also replay it in your memory time and time again. Mel pulls away and you almost whine, grabbing at her shirt in desperation.
Mel runs her hand down your arm to soothe you. “I need to know if you want this.” she murmurs, hunger etched in her dilated pupils. Her fingers twitch against your skin, need thrumming throughout her veins, but she holds back, waiting for your response.
You meet her gaze, nodding eagerly. “Yeah, Mel. I‘ve wanted you for so long, just thought I was misreading you.” The words tumble out as you exhale.
She lets out a short huff of disbelief at your confession, tilting her head towards the stars in the sky. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. It’s not very professional for an R3 to flirt with a new intern.”
You shake your head. “You never made me uncomfortable. And what does HR know about relationships in the workplace.” you joke, letting out a laugh. Many relationships have flown under the radar in the emergency department.
Mel smirks at your joke but her eyebrows furrow together in thought. You press your thumb to her forehead, gently easing the crease out of her freckled skin.
“What’s on your mind?” you murmur.
“I don’t want this to be a one time thing. And I don’t want you thinking I just want sex. Though- I do want to sleep with you- if you want that, of course.” Mel breathes, melting into your touch. “Want to do this the right way. Take care of you.”
Your stomach twists at the conviction in her tone. “I believe you.”
You lace your fingers with hers, pulling her hand into your palm. The cicadas nestled in the trees overhead buzz and the occasional car passes by, the sound of rumbling engines fading into the distance.
“But if you don’t take me home tonight, I think I might lose my mind.”
Mel meets your pleading gaze and swallows, her breath hitching. She presses a kiss to your cheek, a gentle promise. When she pulls back, you see the way her chest heaves, can feel her pulse thrumming in her wrist.
“My place is an 8 minute walk from here. We can go now.”
Before Mel takes you back to her apartment, she makes sure to step back into the bar to let someone know that you guys are leaving. The table in the corner is abandoned and the birthday girl is nowhere to be found but you manage to pull Trinity off the dance floor.
Mel slips some cash into Trinity’s hand to cover the cost of both of your drinks. When Mel tells the other resident that you two are leaving, Trinity lets out a laugh and pushes you out towards the door, shaking her head as she mutters “took you two long enough”.
The walk to Mel’s place goes by quickly, conversation minimal but easy. She rubs circles over your knuckles as she points out the Italian restaurant she orders from whenever she’s too tired to cook. Your cheeks hurt from smiling.
As you walk up the stairs to her floor, your heart races faster and faster. Anticipation and desire flutters through your veins.
“We’ll have to be quiet because Becca is sleeping.” Mel unlocks her door and you two gingerly step inside. She turns the hallway light on, takes her shoes off, and pads into the kitchen to pour you a glass of water. You follow suit, leaving your docs on the welcome mat.
The kitchen light’s soft glow illuminates the pictures of the King sisters on the wall and the assortment of fruits on the counter. You thank Mel for the drink. She smiles, fingers tapping restlessly against her thigh.
When you finish, she leads you into her bedroom. Her lips crash against yours the second she shuts the door. You let out a quiet moan as she starts to unbutton your shorts.
Mel pushes you closer to her bed until your calves hit the mattress and you fall down with a thud. She gets on her knees before you and presses a kiss to your knee.
“I’ll make you feel good. Promise.”
She mouths over your inner thighs, alternating between dragging her tongue over your skin and nipping it in between her teeth. Your hands fist in her hair and you keen at her ministrations until the heat in your gut becomes unbearable and you tug her back to your level.
“Mel - please-”
She mumbles a breathless apology and grabs your hips, pushing you gently up the bed until your head meets her soft pillows. Her baby blue sheets smell like lavender and vanilla, her scent filling your senses.
Mel takes the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head as she straddles your waist. She lets out a shaky exhale at the sight of your exposed skin.
“I’ve always wondered what kind of bras you like to wear under your scrubs.” she admits, taking a strap into her fingers and letting it snap against your shoulder. You cover your face in embarrassment and she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. “Want to see your pretty face.”
Her mouth latches onto your collarbone as she lets go of your hands to pull your shorts down your legs. Your hips stutter up when she traces the pad of her finger over the soaked fabric of your panties.
She glances down at your underwear and smirks. “Matching, huh?”
You nod and respond with some incoherent nonsense, too busy trying to pull her shirt off. She kisses your forehead in apology and takes her clothes off until she’s also just left in her underwear.
Mel presses circles over the bundle of nerves above your cunt, the pressure just enough to make you squirm and pant into her neck. You’re too lost in pleasure to recognize her pattern: 4 circles clockwise, 4 circles counterclockwise, alternating in each direction as you grind against her hand.
Before you get too used to the friction, she takes her hand off your clit and dips her fingers under your panties. Her eyes never leave your face as she taps her index against your entrance, your arousal sticking to her fingers.
You let out a moan as she pushes her finger inside your cunt, and Mel shushes you softly, pulling you into another kiss. Her index shallowly dips in and out as she mouths over your neck, her glasses bumping against your jaw.
A soft, warm breeze flows through Mel’s slightly open bedroom window, though it doesn’t help much with cooling the layer of sweat on your skin. Your hips chase her hand and you whine.
“What do you need? Tell me please” Mel breathes, pulling her lips off of your shoulder.
“Deeper-” you beg.
She responds immediately, pushing past another ring of muscle to prod at your walls. You arch against her chest and sob her name. Her thumb returns to your clit and continues rubbing firm circles.
Your underwear is soaked and sticks to your skin, sliding in between your folds and making you writhe. Mel lets out soft whimpers in response to your gasps and pleas, her hips grinding against the sheets.
She pulls her hand out of your panties for a split second to stick her fingers in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around until each tip is dripping. Mel groans at the taste of your arousal and uses her spit to slide another finger into your cunt.
Her fingers drill into you and her thumb strokes your clit over and over until the pressure in your gut nears a tipping point. Your thighs close together and Mel has to press them back open again. She feels your walls squeezing her fingers and leans forward to swipe her tongue against your lips.
Mel swallows your whines when you cum, a shudder rippling down her spine as she helps you ride out your orgasm.
Your head falls back against her silk pillows and you exhale, collecting yourself for a brief moment before you grab Mel’s hips and drag her pussy against your thigh.
She tugs at the bedsheets in surprise and her forehead drops against your shoulder. She grinds against your plush skin, breathing heavily.
Her panties catch on her clit just right and she cums, pussy dragging slowly over your wet thigh. You flex the muscles there and guide her through the afterwaves of her own orgasm.
Mel pushes herself off of you to lay by your side. The moonlight through her windows shines a gentle glow on her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and her pretty brown eyelashes wet with tears.
You press a kiss on the tip of her nose and you both giggle, palms splayed across each others’ waists. Mel takes a deep breath before getting up.
“I’m gonna grab a towel to clean you up.”
She delicately opens up her wardrobe, pulling an oversized tshirt over her body before sneaking out of the bedroom. She returns with a damp washcloth and kneels at the end of the bed. She peels your panties off your core and sets them on top of the sheets.
Mel drags her tongue up your cunt and you squeal before slapping a hand over your mouth.
“Sorry- just wanted one last taste.” she murmurs. She uses the warm washcloth to wipe your thighs before draping your underwear and the cloth over her laundry basket.
She goes back to her wardrobe to find a pair of pajamas for you to wear. She folds your clothes and sets them above her dresser as you pull her shirt over your head.
Mel returns to your side on her bed and places her glasses on her nightstand. You two lie down and watch each other with soft smiles.
“I guess we should finish our previous conversation now.” you suggest, stifling a yawn.
She pulls you closer, your chests brushing against each other. “Don’t worry about it for now. We should rest first.” She kisses the space between your eyebrows and rests her chin on the crown of your head.
You listen to her, letting the gentle thrum of her heartbeat lull you into sleep.
In the morning, when the sunlight through the blinds wakes you up to the sight of Mel’s peaceful figure and the feeling of your fingers laced together under the sheets, you’re glad you stayed at the bar last night.
note: this is my first fic so forgive me if it's a little rough!! i will most likely revise this later. happy valentine’s day! <3
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