Afters at mine? - part one ll part two ll part three ll part four
After karaoke, Mel walks Trinity home. Neither of them expected how feelings would change after that night.
getting together, sfw, fluff, light angst
Hucklerobby
The more you know
Dennis wasn't expecting his boss to be a bottom but when he finds out for himself he takes to his new role quite naturally.
nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, sub/btm robby
A gift wrapped in lace
Dennis has a surprise for Robby when he returns from work.
nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, sub/btm robby, established relationship
Rabbot
Until you say it
Michael's becoming withdrawn, he's not talking to Jack and bad cases are hitting him harder. He's not listening to Jack. So Jack finds an alternative method to get through to him.
nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, sub/btm robby, light angst
Heated rivalry
I don't think you've been introduced yet
Ilya fucks Shane on his car, until he admits he likes it
nsfw, smut
Angel
What if Rose and Sveta met first before hollanov wedding? What if they met at a club by chance and had a fleeting moment of fun for that night? What if they don't see each other again until hollanov's wedding.
sfw, getting together, fluff
Pope loves to eat pussy, he's so obsessed by it. He loves how the warmth envelops his face, he loves the feeling of his partner's slick drip down his face. He loves to tease when he eats someone out, he'll flick his tongue over their clit or tease his tounge down their hole. He'll draw out each moan and flinch, and keep them just on the edge of their climax. He'll push past his aching jaw and stiff body, cramped at the edge of the bed. He'll gently slip his fingers inside and feel the flutter of their slick walls at his touch. He loves to learn exactly where to touch and when, creating a map of his partner so increase their pleasure. He'll drag it out as long as he can, until they're bucking their hips, grabbing handfulls of his curls and crying out his name. And then he'll give them what they want when they are begging for and feel them unravel under him. Their body tensing, legs wrapped around his back and their pussy pulsing on his fingers. He loves to be in service of someone, he loves to be on his knees for them.
In comparison, dicks are nowhere near as interesting and were an after thought during creation. When Andrew starts dating Dennis, dissapointment would be the wrong word, but there was a sense of the word knowing he had a dick. He was sure it could be fun, he could learn out to suck cock they way he could eat puss. But he thought he'd miss the way his sense would be over loaded by it, the way he felt like he was drowing in it.
So, when Dennis confronted andrew nervously one evening, their relationship had been going well, there was the inevitable next step on the horizon and Dennis was so scared the truth would push andrew away. He was more than surprised to see andrew eyes light up and watch as he silently guided Dennis to the bed room and lay him down on the bed. His eyes still wide with excitement, his hands hovering over Dennis. Andrew looked back up at Dennis, and in a shaky voice asked, very politely, if he could eat him out.
When you moved in with him and Lena (after he moved away from oceanside with her) you wonder what new role you might end up taking. You know that andrew didn't have a good representation of any parents growing up, and he has such a hyper-mascline presentation. You think there are some things he might need help with, when it comes to the soft, sweet Lena.
Well, you were immediately proven wrong. That first evening you were around you watch as andrew suddenly flips into dad mode, his whole focus drawa on Lena. Obediently, she listens when he tells her to get ready for bed. While she changes, he cleans the dishes. As he cleans, he seems to have forgotten you there with him or you'd think that if you didn't know him so well. He's focused on this task, and all his energy goes into it until it's done.
Once she's dressed, Lena appears back in the kitchen and stands there waiting. Pope grabs a box and guides her to sit. From the box he produces a hair oil, a brush and some hair bands. Carefully and meticulously he oils and combs through her hair and braids it into neat plates, so her hair is protected while she sleeps. All while he nods along and comments as she gives him a full run down of the school day and details of every little bit of her friendship gossip. He seems genuinely interested too, you note, as he asks follow-up questions like 'well what did Marcie say? I know she wouldn't like that' or 'what are you going to say to her tomorrow' and the slightly ill-advised (but very pope) 'I would have punched her in the face, I'm glad you didn't otherwise you'd end up like me, but I still would have punched her for that'.
He then guides her to bed and effortlessly deals with the usually bed time talk. All her "but I'm not tired", "why do i need to go to bed now?", "I don't want to go to school." Are effectively parried by practiced speech, "try lying in still in bed for 30 minutes and then see", "well we're reading a story first remember" and "schools important, so you can become smart and have a better life then I did".
You just sit and listen as andrew reads Lena her bedtime story. His sounds beautiful when he is gentle and keeps his voice soft as he settles Lena into bed. He uses different voices for the characters which is equal parts endearing and equal parts dorky. He reads past the point Lena is asleep, so she's never alone with the silence and for a while he stays in her room after he's finished reading. Watching her sleep, keeping her safe.
You feel yourself getting very tired once he creeps out of her room and gently shuts the door behind him. Silently, you reach your arm out and usher him to you. He walks up to you and when he's near enough you plant a soft kiss on his lips.
Michael's becoming withdrawn, he's not talking to Jack and bad cases are hitting him harder. He's not listening to Jack. So Jack finds an alternative method to get through to him.
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Michael's becoming withdrawn, he's not talking to Jack and bad cases are hitting him harder. He's not listening to Jack. So Jack finds an alternative method to get through to him.
Tags: established rabbot, explicit sex, hurt/comfort, discussion of mental health
A/N: If I'm not writing sub robby, then what am I doing with my life. Also what do you think about using Michael/Mike instead? I did it bc I felt Jack would call him that and it's his pov, but idk if i actually like it or not. But tbh I could write a whole essay just about his name
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Jack waited all about 5 minutes in the car before he walked into the ED. Michael had specified that if Jack insisted on picking him up on his day off then he'd have to wait in the car. Something about not wanting to confuse the interns. Jack didn't see any logic in that argument and only saw it as an excuse for him to stay in the ED a little longer, because Michael knew Jack would drag him out of there kicking and screaming, if he had to, the moment 7pm struck. He was right of course.
Marching up to the ambulance entrance, Jack could already see the typical chaos of the ED. Nurses rushed back and forth. Patients on gurneys took up space in the corridor. As Jack walked in, he heard the calls from Lena as she instructed staff to the right beds. She would have replaced Dana almost an hour ago. Whereas Dana would have gone home, passing the mantel of responsibility onto the night shift, Mike still resided in the ED. Haunting the corridors with a ragged desperation.
There was a point, just past the 12 hour mark, when the trauma and grief crawled it way up into your exhausted mind and festered there, not letting you rest. Jack knew that feeling well, and he knew that Michael would be at that point. He wasn't going to let these doubts eat away at him until he became skin and bone, not again.
Skipping past rushing nurses and residents, Jack made it to the hub. He gave Lena a quick nod. She returned the gesture, unsurprised to see him.
"Have you seen him?" Jack asked. No need to specify who.
"A trauma came in about 15 minutes ago. Gun shot wound, left shoulder. They took her to CT. But I think he's still in there." She pointed over to the trauma bays.
Jack made his way over there, passing a confused looking Shen who paused half way from drinking his iced coffee to track Jack across the room. He only gave him a short nod without breaking his stride. Admittedly, he'd spent the entirety of his last shift talking non-stop about his day off and how he'd spend it with his husband. A plan he still wished to fulfil.
When he arrived at the trauma bays, he saw Mike immediately. Standing alone in bay one, still as a statue as he stared into the empty void where the gurney had just been. Where his patient had just been.
Silently, Jack crept into the room. If Michael heard him, he didn't acknowledge him. His eyes glued to the floor. Jack slipped next to him and placed one hand on his back. Michael let out a strained breathe of air, as if he'd been holding it in for a while.
"Time to go Mikey" Jack said, in a low soft tone. "You're done here, it's time to go home."
"I should have seen it." Michael said, his voice weak.
"Don't worry about that now, it's time to go home." Jack answered, trying to stop his husband from fixating on whatever small, and probably inconsequential, mistake he'd made.
"I was so focused on the gun shot wound. I- I didn't check for other injuries-"
"Of course you didn't, you have to do the primary injury first." Jack's tone was getting increasingly more stern, as he tried to steer Mike's thought away from this spiral. He tried to lead him away, directing him from the hand on this back. But he didn't move. Michael turned to look at him. His eyes bloodshot.
"Her bp dropped. But the shoulder wound had stopped bleeding. I didn't know what it was." His breathes increased and Jack felt his shoulders tense between his hand. "So I ordered a full body examination. Rigid abdomen. Internal bleeding. Possibly from a fall, possibly from an injury sustained before the gun shot."
Jack drew comforting circles around the panicked man's back. He narrowed his eyes, forcing the other man to listen.
"It sound like you did the right thing. You treated the primary injury. And then you treated the secondary. And now she's in CT." He squeezed his shoulder as he spoke. "Michael, you did the right thing. The patient is still alive. Let's go home."
Michael shook his head, pulling back from Jack slightly. "No, I need to wait until she's back from CT and see her results. She'll need to go to the OR. I have to wait until she's there."
"No you don't." Jack's voice lost all softness. "Was Ellis in here with you?"
Mike nodded.
"Then she can talk to Shen and they can get her results and send her to the OR. You're not needed, the night shift can handle this. We are going home. Now."
Jack steered Michael out of the room, this time he was more pliable and let himself get herded. As they walked past the hub, both Ellis and Shen we're around it. The first charting, the second talking to a resident.
"Shen, you're on the gun shot wound case with Ellis now." The two turned immediately to their usual attending. "Ellis get Shen caught up."
"Yes, sir." Barked Shen, only slightly mocking.
"On it." Called Ellis as Jack walked off, guiding Mike with a firm hand on his back.
They walked straight out of the building, only quickly stopping to gather Mike's things. Jack guided him into the car and sat him down in the passenger seat. Only once Jack got into the drivers side and slammed the door shut, cutting out the last of the distant sounds of the ED, did Jack speak.
"You can't let these things get to you." Jack began. "Shit is tough in there, but if you beat yourself up over every little mistake. Well. You won't survive." The last words felt heavy. The memory of the year before when Michael had almost reached his breaking point. Things were better now, but not fixed.
The other man didn't answer, he just sat in silence. Looking down at his lap, where his hands sat, fingers tangling in and out of each other.
Jack reached over to steady his hands, he leaned forwards to catch his eye. "I love you Mikey. I don't want to see you fall into that dark place again. I'm here for you."
The words seemed to fall on deaf ears, Michael's eyes were glassy and he looked straight through Jack as if he were invisible. With a sigh, Jack gave one more encouraging squeeze of Mike's hand before sitting up and driving home.
Back at their house, they fell into a familiar routine. Michael showered while Jack prepared their dinner. While Jack stood over the stove, stirring the pot, his mind raced over ideas on how he was going to get Mike to listen to him.
They ate in silence. Jack could see the tension in Michael's shoulders and they way his muscles twitched in his jaw as he ate. He watched him intently, as he took slow mouthfuls, Jack could practically hear the thoughts in his head. Each case. Each patient. Every word spoken, every decision made. Whether something could have been spotted earlier. Whether he could have treated the injuries differently. Prescribed something better. Made better decisions. Been better.
After a bit Michael pushed his half touched food away. Leaving the dirty bowls in the sink. Jack steered the tired man into the bedroom, guiding him from behind.
As they entered the room, Jack wrapped his arms around his husband's waist and traced his hands around his waist, to the front of his belly. He pulled himself close to the man, squeezing him tightly. Jack dotted soft kisses from his shoulder, up his neck and along his bearded jaw. Feeling him relax under his touch. Jack steered him again with his hands around his waist, until he was sat on the bed, facing outwards.
Jack combed his hand through the short hair on the top of his head.
"You know you didn't do anything wrong. You know you made the right decisions."
Michael immediately pulled away, his gaze hiding from Jack's. He watched the tension form back on his shoulders. Jack sighed and brushed his hand across his husband's beard. "Do you want me to distract you baby?" Jack cooed.
Mike nodded pathetically, his eyes welling up. Jack had no intention of making Michael forget, he was going to make him listen one way or another. But first, he had to ease him into it.
"Take your clothes of and lie on your stomach." Jack instructed.
Mike made to more and then hesitated.
"Did you not hear me?"
"You should take your leg off."
"Hmf." Jack dismissed.
"It'll be sore by now." Mike reinforced, reaching over to stroke his right knee, just near the base of the prosthetic.
"It will make it more difficult." Jack protested.
"We'll make do. We always do." Mike was right of course. Even if it changed what position they'd be in or restricted some movements. They'd been together long enough to work around it. Jack just hated that even when Michael looked like a shell of himself, he was still, always, thinking about others.
Jack instructed Mike to continue with his task while he sat and popped off his prosthetic, leaving it within reach by the bed. He peeled off his clothes too and matched Mike in his nakedness.
When he was done, he turned to see Michael lying on the bed, his head propped up by his arm and his neck turned to look at Jack. He looked almost happy now. A slight smile upturned on corner of his face and a red blush blossomed across his cheeks. Distraction where easy, and Jack was a great distraction. Mike traced the curves and angles of his body with his eyes, his gaze flicking down his whole body.
"Like the view?"
"It's okay." Mike shrugged, the curve of his grin stretched.
From where he was sat, Jack rolled over to his front and crawled over to the middle of the bed next to Mike.
"Well if its not up to standard. I am feeling pretty tried, we could just call it a night." Jack made an overexagerated yawn and watched Mike out the corner of his eye.
"Hmmm…" Michael hummed, brushing light finger tips up Jack's waist. "I think I can make do."
Jack leaned over and kissed him softly. Mike scooped Jack towards him and their bodies slotted together. Legs tangled in each other. Arms brushed across bare skin. Soft kisses quickly turned passionate as the lips began to crash together. Stroking, grabbing and clawing. Michael's nails dug into Jack's shoulders. While Jack brushed his hand through his beard. Jack rolled over to he was on top of Michael and pulled away from the kiss. Immediately he began kissing a trail down his neck, sucking the soft sensitive skin and drawing out small moans.
Jack made his way down and reached his nipple. There he gently sucked and flicked his tongue over the hardened bud. Jack looked up and watched Mike's face twist with shock when he bit down on the sensitive skin.
"Agh Jack." Mike cried out, reaching forward and gripping Jack's soft curls in one hand.
Jack watched Mike's face melt with arousal. Between their bellies, both their half-hard cocks brush together between the friction of their rocking bodies. Distraction are easy, but ultimately temporary. Jack is still determined to not allow Michael to escape his feelings.
Jack sits up, his gaze hardens.
"Roll over." He commands.
Obediently Mike follows, he flips over to his front. Kneeling over him, Jack admirers the flush that highlights the tips of his shoulders and further down the curve of his ass.
Jack crawls over to the front of the bed to retrieve the lube before crawling back to lie on top of Mike. Hot skin touched hot skin. As Jack slid up Michael's body he listens to the bristled sounds of their bodies bushing together. He snaked his belly up his lover until it rested in the dip in his back. The two men fit together like a jigsaw piece, together they are whole. Jack kissed at the sensitive skin around the other man's neck, with one hand he grabbed his waist and pulled him closer. He felt Mike's body squirm underneath him. Jack traced his hand up and down his waist, and felt the warmth underneath his. He heard Mike let out a small moan.
"Mhm. Jackie." Mike slurred.
"I'm here. I'm here." Jack repeated through soft kisses.
Mike was alive. Mike is alive. Those words cycled over Jack's head as he felt his warm skin, his squirming body and heard it soft moans. Mike was alive and Jack would do anything to keep it that way.
Jack paused for a moment so he could sit up and pour lube on his fingers. He drew his hand down Mike's body as he tucked one leg up into himself to stretch open for Jack, inviting him. Jack coated his entrance before beginning to trace soft circles. Immediately Mike responded with full body shudders and shaky breathe. He had never been good a being still and always twitched at each of Jack's calculated touches. The familiarity was comforting, Mike was still here.
Jack knew how to open Mike up expertly. He had a well practiced technique, he knew how long to draw gentle circles before pushing in the first digit. He knew how lightly to touch his prostate when his first entered so that the anticipation would increase. Leaving the other man's squirming as he tried desperately to chase the sensation he craved. He knew when to add the next digit and he knew when to start to gently scissor him open. Jack knew when to nip and bite at his shoulders and when to slide his other hand under his body and pinch his nipple. Adding to the sensations until Mike was writhing and squirming, slurred speech called out and begged for more. Jack also knew not to allow him more, not to allow him his cock, until he began to dribble out the side of his mouth uncontrollably and his eyes became glassy.
That's what Jack did now. Finally teasing now with the third finger, the pressure building against his prostate and leaving Mike gasping and groaning. Jack pushed himself up the shaking body to view the dark spot forming on the pillow and his eyes glistening softly and unable to focus. Satisfied with his work, Jack pulled his finger out. Predictably, Mike gave a groan but Jack swallowed his protests in a heated kiss, satiating the needy man until he could be inside him.
Leaning back onto his knees, Jack straddled his husbands legs. His own cock, greedy for attention, jutted out from him, the reddened tip leaking a few pearlescent beads. Jack's gaze travelled up the body that lay before him, he followed the flush skin up his back until he reached scruffy brown hair that bloomed to grey around the edges. Michael watched him out the corner of his eye.
"Jack. Jackie." He moaned. "What are you waiting for?"
"Nothing, sweetheart. I'm here." Jack brushed one hand across Mike's outstretched leg. He wasn't usually this quiet. Often Jack wouldn't just tease Mike with his body but with his words until Mike pouted and begged him even harder. But right now Jack wasn't sure he could trust himself with his words, there was something he needed to say, but he needed to say it a the right time.
Settling closer to Michael's body, Jack stretched his amputated leg back behind him and used his other leg as support, bent underneath him. His arms braced his weight on either side of Mike's body after he'd coated his cock with more lube. Slowly he lined himself up and in one fluid motion he pushed himself into Mike until his balls pressed against the curve of his ass. They were still for a moment, Mike clenched and relaxed until he settled into the familiar feeling of Jack inside him. Continuing on, Jack pulled himself almost all the way out and then, one powerful motion, he pushed back in again. Mike shuddered and squirmed in reaction to Jack, he gripped the sheets and let out gaspy moans. He continued thrusting, pushing into Mike, his pace increasing as his own pleasure grew. He kept his movements and pace going until Mike was shouting out and moaning with a lack of awareness of his own volume.
It was at that moment that Jack stopped, his own cock throbbed in anger but Mike complained even louder.
"Jack. Why d'you stop?" He strained his head to try and see him more clearly.
"What's wrong?" Jack cooed, his plan finally taking formation. "Do you want me to keep going?"
"Of course I do." He grumbled underneath him.
"Well I need you to do something for me first."
"What?" Mike answered sceptically.
"I just need you to say something, and if you do I'll continue."
Mike seemed to consider for a moment, but he hands were still clenched into the sheets and he still drew heavy breathes.
"Okay." He murmured. "As long as you continue after".
Jack leant over so his weight rested on his body and his lips came close to Mike's ear. "I promise I will continue if you say this."
He sat up again, so he could tower above Mike.
"I want you to say." He began. "I made the right decision."
There was a beat of silence for a moment before Michael finally spoke.
"No. No way." He scrabbled again to try and make eye contact with Jack. "I'm not saying it."
"Fine." Jack shrugged.
"Okay good." Mike let out a breathe.
"I'll use the shower first." Jack said, as he began to pull out. This made Mike scrabble and push upwards as it to chase Jack's retreating cock.
"Wait. Jack stop."
Jack stopped moving. Michael sighed, he flopped his head on the pillow. And then he murmured something onto the feathered stuffing.
"I can't hear you."
Mike turned his head and in a quiet voice he said. "I made the right decisions."
"Louder."
"For fucks sake Jack." Michael complained.
"I will pull out." Jack warned.
Mike grumbled to himself again and seemed to weigh up his options before speaking in a louder and clearer voice.
"I made the right decisions."
"Good boy." Jack praised and immediately began thrusting again, his own cock grateful as much as Mike was. "That wasn't so hard was it?" Mike looked like he was about to say something but he swallowed his words. Instead, Mike allowed himself to be taken away by the pleasure that Jack gifted him. His body melting into the sheets, and his moans getting forced out with each pump.
As the pleasure built between the two men again. Jack's head began to swim with pleasure, he grip on his task waning. Mike grew louder and louder with with thrust and as he began to call out Jack's name, his voice getting increasingly more shrill. Jack watched his head toss and turn as the pleasure grew, possessing him. He gave strong, heavy thrusts and at each end of the movement Mike would let out a wrangled moan, as if Jack was pushing the sounds out of him. When Jack felt the other man tense under him and heard his moans lose the rhythm from before. Jack stopped moving. Ignoring his own urges from his body and the tantalising clench from Mike.
"Please, not again." Mike slurred.
"Just humour me. Will ya'."
Mike grumbled but didn't object. Jack pushed himself up again and spoke.
"I promise, I'll continue but only if you say this for me." Jack waited for a protest, but Mike head lay heavy on his pillow, the only protest in the form of a furrow in his brow. "Say. I'm a good person."
"Now that's just-" Mike began to protest, finding his voice again. But Jack cut him off.
"Say it. Or I leave."
"I'm a good person. There" Mike rushed out the sentence, it practically spilled out of him in a jumbled mess with how fast he'd said the phrase.
"Properly." Jack scolded.
"I'm-" Mike took a deep breathe. "I'm a good person."
"That's it." Jack cooed. He began thrusting slowly.
"Say it again." Jack didn't stop moving, but he kept the slow pace.
"I'm a good person." Michael whined.
"There you go." Jack increased the pace again. Mike let out a languid moan.
"And again." Jack was testing his limits now, but Mike was tired and was becoming more pliable.
"I'm a good perso-" His phrase was cut off my a moan. Jack increased his pace to the rhythm it was before and he let Mike fill the room up again with moans.
"Good boy." Jack praised, glad that Mike was taking to his commands. "If you listen to what I say, I will reward you." As a show of his good faith, he braced himself fully on his arms and changed the movements of this thrusts to a scooping motion, so that he'd push down and bring himself up at the end of each thrust.
"Agh. God." Mike let out a shaky groan and gripped onto the sheets of the bed, his knuckles turning white.
"Yes Jack." He called out again. "'m so close. So close"
He continued like that for a bit. He watched bead of sweat form at the base of Mike's back. He listened to the creaking of their old bed. Mike was tight around him and at each thrust he felt his own pleasure increase. His head began to swim as he dived deeper into the ocean of their pleasure. The room grew hotter and the old brick walls echoed the sounds of both their raspy moans. But, he rose out of his own pleasure when he felt Mike clench around him as his body drew closer to the orgasm and just as his head lifted, as it always did just before he came, Jack stopped.
"Jack no, please." The man beneath him whined.
Jack leaned closer to Mike and brushed his lips against his ear.
"I know baby, I know."
"Jack please, please let me cum."
"I will, I promise. Just do one more thing for me. Just say one more thing."
"Jackie you're being mean" Mike whined.
"Say this one thing, and I promise I'll make you feel so good."
Michael only whined in response, his head swimming and his body heavy he was weak under Jack's control.
"Say this for me. This is the last one." Jack whispered in his ear. "I deserve to be loved."
The weight of the words took time to sink into Mike and for a while they lay in silence. Jack's weight pressed against Mike's, his belly slotted in the curve of his back. Still inside Mike, still refusing to move. Not until he spoke the final words.
"What if-" Mike croaked. "What if I don't believe them?"
"That's why your saying them." Jack comforted. "That's why I need you to say them, because they are true."
Michael's eyes creased as he held back tears. Jack soothed Mike by brushing his hand over the back of his head and through the short hair.
"Because I love you. I love you so much and you need to understand that."
Mike's voice hitched and his breath grew more sporadic. Jack continued to stroke the back of his head, beginning to feel afraid he'd gone to far. Mike let out a shacky breath.
"I deserve-" He began. "I deserve. To be. Loved." His voice was quiet but Jack still rewarded it.
"Good boy." He cooed in his ear, beginning slow movements again. "Say it again."
"I deserve to be. Loved." This time he seemed more confident. Jack increased his pace.
Jack groaned in Mike's ear, his own pleasure catching up to him he felt the knot in his stomach build.
"I deserve to be loved." Mike said again, this time unpromted.
"Yes, that's right." Jack praised and built his rhythm up until skin slapped on skin with a lewd rhythm.
"I deserve- ugh- to be loved." He called again, his voice choked. Jack brings his face up to kiss the salty tears running down his cheek.
Between gasps and moans, Mike kept calling out. "I- Ugh- I deserve- Fuck Jack- to be loved." Over and over again the room filled with Michael's calls like a prayer. As Jack continued his rhythm faltered and he just tried to focus enough to keep thrusting deep, and bring them both closer to the end. Mike's head raised up from the pillow.
"Mhm- I deserve. to be- ugh loved." His final call before his body clenched around Jack's and he stiffened through his orgasm. Jack came only moments later and both men filled the room with stifled moans.
For a moment, they were both still. Their bodies melting on top of each other and pants slowed into gentle breathes. Jack moved first, dotting light kissed on Mike's shoulders before sitting up and gently pulling out his soft cock. The moment Jack had pulled out, Mike drew his leg into himself and curled into a ball on his side. He shoulders shook sightly with the force of his sobs.
"It's okay." Jack cooed. "It's okay." Jack moved up his body and wrapped himself around him, his chest pressed to Mike's back.
"I'm here." He muttered. He held his husband, he brushed his arm and whispered gently in his ear until his breathe stilled and his shoulders relaxed.
Jack tilted Mike's head until his was looking at him. He was met with blotchy red eyes.
"I love you Mikey. I can't lose you. I need you to know that you are loved and no matter how dark it gets, I am here for you. Always."
"I know." Mike's voice was weak. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise." Jack guided Mike's head into his chest. "Just talk to me. Don't let it build up."
Mike only nodded. Jack kissed the top of his head.
After a while of lying in each others embrace, the heat from their bodies faded and they began to feel the beginnings of a chill, Jack sat Mike up and guided him into the bathroom. Jack sat in the stool in the shower with his husband stood in front of him. They each took turns to wash each other, completing the task in a comforting silence. Michael was quiet again, but different to before. The tendons on his jaw did not flinch, and his shoulders weren't up by his ears. His silence came from a stilled mind not a troubled one. They drifted back into bed together, Mike wrapped himself around Jack almost immediately.
Michael's head rested on Jack's chest, he brushed his hand through the short hair as his listened to his breaths slow. Cutting through the silence of the dimly lit room, the only light coming from the lamp on Jack's bedside table, Jack spoke.
"It'll never be to dark for me. You can never be to dark for me."
PatheticVirgin!Pope who babbles and whimpers when his cock is finally inside you. His hands grip tightly on your thighs, surely leaving bruises, as you slowly sink into him
PatheticVirgin!Pope who's head is thrown back and has lost the ability to form coherent thoughts as you begin to rock your hips
PatheticVirgin!Pope who rambles over and over 'I love you. I love you. I love you' almost incoherently, eventhough you've been dating a few weeks. But you maybe enjoy it a little too much and ask him to say it louder
PatheticVirgin!Pope who cries out how he loves you as he cums, his cock twitching inside you. You've only been riding him for a couple of minutes but you're far from disappointed
PatheticVirgin!Pope who let's you ride his softend cock are you use him to seek out your own pleasure. He studies your face as your pleasure increases. Unblinking as he commits every flinch and moan to memory
PatheticVirgin!Pope who doesn't think sex could get any better. Who lies statue still, staring off into space, thinking over the last events
PatheticVirgin!Pope who stares, eyes wide as you reach over and show him a couple of the toys you keep on your bedside table. Whose about to learn all the ways you can seek pleasure from one another
PathticVirgin!Pope who sits on the bed nervously as he watches you undress. His back straight and his hands fists at his knees
PatheticVirgin!Pope who mumbles out he's never done this before when you ask why he's so tense. He says prostitutes don't count, it's no different to tugging himself really. But he's never done this before, not with someone he actually likes.
PatheticVirgin!Pope who listens attentively as you tell him where to touch. You straddle his lap and guide his hands to touch you gently
PatheticVirgin!Pope who groans louder then you do as he feels your body twitch and wriggle under his touch
PatheticVirgin!Pope who cums in his pants just from the sensation of you rocking your hips. He keeps apologies, saying he didn't mean to be so sensitive. He doesn't shut up until you convince him it was hot and you liked it
PatheticVirgin!Pope who, as he has now gotten his pleasure out of the way, lies you down on the bed under your instruction. And listens to your every word on what to do to bring you to your orgasm, as he uses his mouth in ways he's never done before
PatheticVirgin!Pope who finds a new purpose in pleasuring you and finding new ways to make moan
"How did you..." Robby's voice trailed off as he began to notice more about the surprise appearance of his boyfriend. He was was naked. Robby looked across his bare chest, and the muscular arms that flexed as he leant back on them supporting his weight. His long legs were crossed, one over the other. That was when Robby noticed that he was not completely naked. He was wearing a tight pair of black, lace panties. They stretched across the bulge that peaked out from his crossed legs and a lacey frill decorated the bottom of his soft belly. Robby hadn't even moved, he just stared in astonishment.
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Dennis has a surprise for Robby when he returns from work.
a/n: not my first bottom robby fic and certainty not my last
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As soon as Robby opened the door, he felt the pressure of the outside wash away, his shoulders dropped and his face relaxed. He dumped his bag by the door and headed to the kitchen with slow, shuffled footsteps. The shift had been long. It was always long but today felt longer. Perhaps it was the anticipation, this shift had been the penultimate obstacle before he got to see his boyfriend again.
It had become partially distracting for Robby as he'd spent the whole day thinking about his soft skin, the smooth curve of his ass and his strong arms pinning him down. Lucky for Dennis, he'd had two days off back to back and therefore greater time to recover, he needed the rest. Unluckily for Robby, it meant he'd spent the whole shift without him there. It was ridiculous how much his absence affected him. He'd spent most of his working life without the small, curly headed man always in the corner of his vision as he worked cases in the ED. And yet, the lack of soft curls in his periphery had made him slightly uneased all day. He'd also spent most of his love life without him and yet the idea that Robby still had to wait overnight to see him was almost painful. He didn't know when Dennis had become an irremovable part of his life but Robby could no longer imagine his life any other way.
They both had a joint day off and had decided to make the most of it and planned to spend the day together. But counting down the hours until they'd meet had been arduous and only made time move painfully slower.
Robby grabbed a glass of water and he debated whether it was worth putting the effort in to get some food or he should just sleep now. That was when his phone buzzed and upon reading the name 'Den' on his notification his heart swelled and a grin crept up his face. He opened the message and read. 'I have a surprise for you'. Robby's eyes lit up at the tease. It wasn't something Robby had fully got his head around but a while ago Dennis had started sending him nudes. There were a gift that Robby always accepted graciously and was partially pleased to receive on days he was missing him, such as now. On the other hand, Robby had never grown the confidence to send any back apart from awkward selfies that often missed part of his face or ended up blurry. Although Dennis always insisted he enjoyed them a lot.
He send a reply. 'Oh and what would that be?'.
Dennis response came immediately. 'I can't tell you yet.' And the another message. 'Come to the bedroom.' The second message made Robby frown but made his was to his room. Presumably Dennis had some plans that involved Robby on his bed. At some point, in conversation with Jack, the man had mentioned 'video sex'. The thought made his head spin, he wasn't sure he'd be any good at it. But for Dennis he'd try anything.
Robby made it to his bedroom door and flicked the light on as he walked in. That's when he saw him. Sat there, in the middle of the bed with a self-satisfied smug grin on his face was Dennis.
"How did you…" Robby's voice trailed off as he began to notice more about the surprise appearance of his boyfriend. He was was naked. Robby looked across his bare chest, and the muscular arms that flexed as he leant back on them supporting his weight. His long legs were crossed, one over the other. That was when Robby noticed that he was not completely naked. He was wearing a tight pair of black, lace panties. They stretched across the bulge that peaked out from his crossed legs and a lacey frill decorated the bottom of his soft belly. Robby hadn't even moved, he just stared in astonishment.
"I've been so lonely, baby" Dennis whined, breaking the silence with an aching, moaning pitch.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled absently, the words tumbling out of him before he could think. He was still not enterally sure what to make of the younger man's sudden appearance.
"I've been missing your touch." He whined again. Robby couldn't answer him, he was transfixed under Dennis' spell. He gaze was caught in Dennis round doe-eyed gaze.
"You've made me so impatient, I almost started on my own." Robby watched as the other man took one hand to his chest and then slowly dragged it down, past his stomach and to his crotch. Slowly Dennis uncrossed his legs, spreading out and show the full extent of his bulge that was teasing its way out of the elastic panties. He then used his hand to grasp his cock and gave it a slow rub. Dennis made and exaggerated gasp at the contact that made Robby's body vibrate with desire.
"Imagine if you have arrived later and you caught me pleasing myself and you'd missed out." Dennis' hand kept groping slowly at his cock, Robby couldn't drag his eyes away. The image of finding Dennis on his bed, the panties pulled down to his knees and seeing him tugging himself circled around in his head. His own body responded to the stimulations and he felt himself twitch under the scrubs.
"Look at me." Commanded Dennis. His eyes instantly snapped back to Dennis'. They were fiercer now, more determined.
"Will you make it up to me?" Dennis cooed.
"Yes, baby." Robby muttered, finding his voice had become weak.
"You'll do anything I say?" He asked.
"Yes" answered Robby. "But let me have a shower first."
"No" Dennis snapped, his hand slamming down on the bed.
"But baby, I'm all dirty from work."
"No, I want you now" Dennis whined. "You said you'd do anything I asked."
"Okay" Robby whispered, letting himself fall into Dennis' command.
"Get on your knees." Dennis began immediately. Robby didn't hesitate to obey and reached the floor quickly with a small thud.
"Take of your top." Dennis instructed. Again Robby followed his commands, shrugging of his jumper and pulling his scrubs and under shirt in one motion and leaving them on a pile next to him. He watched Dennis grin at his new found power.
"Come here." He said. Robby made to get up but Dennis interrupted his movement disapproving groan. "No. Crawl"
Robby looked to Dennis, there was no tease in his face, he wanted this. And Robby would be lying if he said he didn't too. Slowly Robby leaned forward and supported his weight with his arms. He began to crawl towards Dennis, keeping intense eye contact with him as he gradually made his way towards him. Robby stopped when he reached him, his hot breathe tickled Dennis' calf as he waited for his next instruction.
"Kiss my feet." Dennis voice remained steady and authoritative, Robby couldn't have done anything to avoid his commands even if he'd wanted too.
Robby sat back on his calf and watched as Dennis drew one leg up. He pointed his foot and the tip of his toes brushed against the hair on Robby's belly and up his chest. When the foot reached Robby's head he grabbed it in both hands. Dennis let his leg go relaxed, allowing the support of Robby to hold it up. Holding the neat foot, Robby began at the heel where he dragged his tongue up the sole of his foot. Dennis squirmed at the sensation and a small moan was drawn out of him. When he reached the top, Robby took his big toe and plunged it into his mouth.
"Agh!" Dennis moaned. "So eager to please, good boy."
Robby looked up at Dennis through his brow, enjoying the intimacy of the eye contact as he sat kneeled below him, sucking his toe. His foot was smooth and warm in his mouth and it tasted strangely familiar. It was musty and woody. It was cedar and cypress, Robby realised. It was the taste of his own soap that now lingered on his tongue. Had Dennis used his shower? The thought that Dennis had sauntered into his flat like his owned the place, using his shower, waiting on his bed. Finding Dennis in his home was anything but invasive. It was bold, it was confident, it was arousing. Robby took the toe out his mouth and quickly began working on his leg. He started at the smooth skin at the bottom of his calf, gently kissing and nipping before working his way up the leg. His nose combed through his hair and his tongue dragged across him, tasting his soap on his body, tasting himself on his body.
Dennis brushed one hand into his hair, stroking softly as his made his way up his leg. "That's it, good boy." Dennis moaned. It made Robby's head spin and his blood pump faster. Endorphins and adrenaline rushing around his body, making his head light. He reached the thick muscle of Dennis' thigh and began kissing a trail on the inside of his thigh, towards those lacey black panties. Dennis' hand remained in Robby's hair but it didn't stop his decent. So Robby continued until he could feel the elastic of the pants on his cheek. He nuzzled and kissed the bulge and it felt it respond to him with small twitches. Robby dove down to the top of Dennis thigh, in the crevice between his leg and his cock. His face was clamped between the thick thigh and throbbing cock as he reached out with his tongue to lick at the sweat forming. Instead of the flavour of his soap, Robby was greeted with the taste of Dennis. The smell that lingered on his sheets after his spent the night. Or the scent that filled Robby's nostrils when Dennis strode past him in the ER or as Robby leant over his shoulder to examine his work. This is the scent the haunted Robby, this is the smell that he craved. Robby pulled himself even closer so he could suck at the soft skin and submerge his whole sense so they became only one thing. Dennis.
Then he felt the grip on his hair become tighter and it began to guide him away. Robby obeyed but he looked up at Dennis, pleading. Pleading for more.
"Hold on now. Don't look at me like that." Said Dennis. "I have more plans for us tonight."
He soothed the disgruntled man with soft strokes of the hair and guided him slowly backwards until he rested on his knees again. Wordlessly Dennis stood up, brushing the black panties against his face before walking off. Robby's eyes remained glued to Dennis and his watched him walk to the end of the bed were a chair had been placed. It usually sat in the corner of his room, but now it was placed on the edge of the bed facing in. Dennis planted himself of the chair, legs spread wide, showing off the lace panties.
"Do you really think you've done enough to make it up to me?" Dennis asked.
Robby didn't answer, he was too transfixed on the sight of Dennis spread out on the chair and his smell that still clung in Robby's nose.
"I said; do you think you've done enough?" The second time he asked was more stern, a warning.
This time Robby answered. "No."
"That's right." He said with a smug grin. "But I know what you can do for me."
"Anything." Robby answered, and he meant it.
"Take your pants off and get on the bed."
Robby did as he was told, he left the pants on the floor and climbed into the bed. He knelt on the bed, facing Dennis. His flushed, leaking cock throbbed painfully between his legs as he he felt Dennis' gaze wash over him. Robby was aware of how bare he was, how exposed. The thick hair that covered his whole torso, the gentle chub of his belly and his long thin legs that even when folded in half didn't gain much volume. All features he'd once attempted to hide when in bed with someone. All features that Dennis worshipped on him. Robby was exposed, but with Dennis that was never an uncomfortable feelings. It was thrilling and exciting and made his cock throb painfully with anticipation. The younger man's gaze finally tore away from his body and met Robby's eyes. Holding his gaze, he leant over the side of the chair and reached for something. He threw it over to Robby and the plastic bottle landed near Robby's leg. It was the lube bottle that usually sat in his bedside table. Again, Dennis' ownership of his house sent a ripple threw Robby's core.
"Open yourself up for me."
"Yes." That's all Robby needed to say from now. One simple word. Residing all control to Dennis.
He squirted a generous amount of lube on his fingers and reached his hand around his back. He spread his legs slightly and sunk lower in his position to allow his cheeks to spread. Robby began, pressing two slick fingers to his rim and starting with slow, circular motions. He flinched slightly at the new sensation but slowly settled into the touch with practiced motions. Dennis was sprawled out on the chair, his legs were parted and Robby watched eagerly at hints of excitement at his crotch. The thin lace panties barely contained the excitement building in the man. Although it was a gift to see Dennis in the panties, Robby's mind turned to the the feelings of his cock inside him again. Stretching him open, pumping into him with forceful thrusts and rubbing against his prostate. Robby groaned with anticipation and began forcing one finger inside of him.
As if Dennis could read him like a book, he spoke. "Don't rush it. I don't want you hurting yourself before I get to you."
"Mhm" All Robby could answer with was a whimper. He knew he was rushing but he was feeling so desperate for his cock in him again.
"I'll be with you soon" Dennis cooed. "Now go at my pace."
Robby huffed but followed the instruction. He teased at his rim until Dennis was satisfied it been long enough. Even though Robby's body burned with anticipation, Dennis only allowed him one finger. The older man did as his was told. It wasn't long before Dennis permitted him to add a second finger. Robby whined again as his slipped inside of himself, the sensations becoming closer to what he needed. He started rocking his hips, fucking his fingers inside himself.
"Please-" He rasped. "I need it-"
"Almost there"
Robby kept going, he kept behaving because he knew if he was good he would get his reward. Dennis was always good to him.
A while after he'd pushed his third finger inside, and just as Robby was beginning to think Dennis wasn't going to give him anything. Dennis stood up. He walked closer to him and stopped just in front of the other man.
"You've been so well behaved." He brushed a hand through his beard. "Are you ready to make it up to me?"
"Yes- Please" He stuttered, his voice feeling weak.
Dennis slid of the lace panties and his cock sprang free. Robby took in the familiar sight. The reddened leaking tip, the fold of the foreskin that Robby did not have, the thick vein the travelled up the length of his cock that Robby would soon feel pulsing inside him. As Dennis moved to away to get behind him, he left his panties on the floor. They were crumpled on the floor and Robby could make out a wet patch on them. He must have made some noise that caught Dennis attention because he stopped and turned and followed his gaze to the panties.
"Aw do you want them?"
Robby nodded.
Dennis walked over and picked them up off the floor. He hooked them over his finger and looked at the man knelt before him. "Where should I put them?" Dennis asked. But he didn't expect Robby to answer.
"I don't want to give them to you and you drop them." Dennis looked over the other man before settling on his face. "I know." He said, with a wide grin.
"Open you mouth." Robby followed the instruction without hesitation and the moment his mouth was opened wide enough, the panties where shoved into it.
Robby groaned at the action, his senses flooded again with Dennis. His aroma filling his nostrils and the salty taste of his cum spread across his tongue.
"How pretty." Dennis muttered before disappearing from view again.
Robby couldn't see him, he could only rely on his sense of hearing to follow Dennis movements. He heard the the crinkle of the condom packet, followed by the squirt of the lube bottle. Robby thrummed with anticipation, his body feeling the absence of his fingers clenched to be filled up again. He moaned around the panties, coming out strained and muffled.
"I'm here." Dennis spoke. The mattress dipped as he joined him on the bed. Two firm hands then grabbed Robby. One on his shoulder and one at his hip. "I'm here." Dennis repeated, this time softer as he whispered in his ear.
Robby felt Dennis line himself up and he shivered at the sensation, two firm hands kept him grounded. And then, in one slow push Dennis filled him up until he bottomed out. Dennis groaned in his ear, and his belly met Robby's back. For a moment he stayed still inside of him, taking a few deep breathes, before he began pumping. Dennis was strong, Robby knew this well, he knew the sight of his thick thighs as the worked into him. Robby imagined them now and the thrust strong pumps into him while using his iron grip to keep his body in place.
Dennis reached the spot inside him, at the end of each thrust the head of his cock pushed against it. Leaving Robby groaning with the sensation, his cries coming out muffled as he panties sat in his mouth. His own spit mixed with Dennis cum, and dribbled down the side of his face. Robby made no attempt to wipe it away, his arms lay limp at his side. He'd surrendered control to Dennis and he let him move his body.
"You feel so good." Dennis mumbled through heavy breathes. "You're so good letting me fuck you like this."
He could only give a muffled groan in responses. Robby's head became dizzy and he felt the knot at the bottom of his belly form, threatening his orgasm. His head became dizzy as every sense filled with Dennis. His throbbing cock inside him, his chest sliding up his back at each thrust, the panties stuffed in his mouth that left him both smelling and tasting him. He was losing control, his body became limp under Dennis and it was only by the younger man that he kept upright. As he felt the knot clench, bringing him closer to release, he began to moan and whimper around the panties uncontrollably.
"That's it." Dennis moaned in his ear. "You've been so good, you can cum."
He then reached over with one hand and began tugging at Robby's leaking cock. He squirmed at the increase in stimulation and he felt himself get closer to relase.
"You can cum." Dennis insturcted. "Let me watch you spill everywhere." He moved slightly, so that his chin rested on Robby's shoulder and his could peak over and see his hand as he stroked his cock.
That was all it took for Robby to finally release. The knot unfurled and pleasure washed over him. He clenched around Dennis, making him groan, and hot liquid gushed out onto his belly. Dennis kept pumping and thrusting through his orgasm, dragging out the finality of the pleasure.
Robby's head became warm and fuzzy as the afterglow washed over him. His skin tingled with the pleasure and he leant backwards into Dennis' embrace.
"That's it. I've got you." Dennis manoeuvred Robby with his superior strength so that he spun on the bed and faced the opposite direction, before Dennis then pushed him on his front. Robby slumped into the bed, he could still feel Dennis cock inside of him, hot and throbbing.
"Let me take what I need now." Dennis muttered as he pushed one hand into his shoulder blades, pinning him to the bed, and began thrusting again. He chased is orgasm with a new ferocity, pumping into with a powerful force.
Robby made a muffled groan as his body tensed from the over stimulation. It wasn't long before Dennis added to the noise with his own moan and finally stilled on top of Robby. He didn't move for a while, his heavy breathes where the only thing that filled the room. Robby felt him soften inside him, as he himself melted into the bed. Slowly Dennis slid out and planted soft kisses on his back, before settling on the bed beside him. After a moment Robby rolled over onto his back, leaving the panties to the side as he'd finally taken them out his mouth. The taste of Dennis still lingering in his mouth. He looked over at him, he had a toothy grin on his face and looked back at him with wide eyes. He do anything he asked, if it meant he could see that smile.
Robby rubbed with jaw that ached from the gag. Dennis reached over to his bearded face and planted soft kisses, whispering about how good he'd been and how well he'd taken it. Dennis always had too much energy after sex and didn't lie still for a second. Kissing his jaw, then his face, praising him after each kiss. He slid his hand up his chest and down his arm. Robby lay still, letting the kid dote on him and waiting until he had enough energy to sit up and talk.
"Well that was certainly a nice surprise."
"So you liked it." Dennis asked sheepishly, somehow shy even after what he'd just done to the older man.
"If my reaction earlier wasn't enough, I don't know what would be."
"And you liked the-" Dennis didn't finish the sentence, instead he nodded to the crumpled panties that lay next to Robby.
"Mhm. I've got to get you more of these." Robby picked up the panties and rubbed the fabric through his fingers. "Something in a better fabric. Let me by you some next time."
He turned back to find a bashful Dennis looking down at the bed, his face flushed.
"And I didn't go to far, because we didn't talk about this before and I-"
"Den." Robby interrupted, brining his hand to his soft cheek. "It was fine. More then fine. We've already set boundaries, I would have told you if it was a problem and besides it would have ruined the surprise if you'd asked."
"Okay." Dennis murmured, but he seemed to perk up with the reassurance.
"But as we are on the subject." Robby said. "How did you get into my house? There's not a window I have to fix is there?"
"What no! I used a key." Dennis protested.
"Where did you get a key? I haven't given you one yet."
The kid grew bashful again and looked down at the sheets before muttering "Jack."
"Jack! I only gave him a key for emergencies." Robby's face pinched, baffled. And then he asked. "What did you tell him?"
Dennis was silent for a moment and then he spoke. "The truth."
"You mean you told him you needed they key I gave him for emergencies so you could surprise me with sex?"
"Sort of. Yeah." Dennis met his eyes. "I came prepared with a lie but he saw right through me."
"Okay, it okay." Robby returned his hand to the soft cheek as he started to get all flustered again. It was endlessly surprising to Robby that the same person that would push his head into mattress if the same one that now got flustered at the smallest things. "That man knows way too much about my sex life" Robby muttered to himself.
"It was a good surprise" Robby reinforced.
"Yeah?" Dennis murmured, his voice soft.
"Absolutely." Robby replied before pulling Dennis in for a soft kiss.
desc: Dennis wasn't expecting his boss to be a bottom but when he finds out for himself he takes to his new role quite naturally
tags: huckerobby, sub robby, dom dennis, dom/sub dynamics, smut, explicit sex
a/n: i didnt realise that i forgot to put this in full here too. oops
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Dennis had assumed that Robby would be taking the lead the whole way. It worked with their dynamic; the height difference, the age gap, the fact that Robby was his boss. And Whitakers theories were proven correct at the beginning. It was Robby that flirted first, Robby that asked him for after work drinks and then invited him back to his place. It was Robby that guided Dennis up the stairs into his room and took his clothes off.
But the dynamic shifted when the fell on the bed, mouths crashed together. Robby lay on his back, allowing Dennis to staddle him. Their faces barely parted; hot, wet breathe shared together between deep kisses. Muffled moans swallowed by the other. Robby's hands explored Dennis' body, moving up his legs, across his ass and held on to his thighs. Dennis expected that at any moment Robby would grab tight onto him and flip him over on the bed.
After a while of the same thing, and Robby still not taking control seemingly absorbed by their sloppy kissing. Dennis adjusted himself on the bigger man's body and began grinding on his already hard crotch. Dennis grinded on him slow and deep. Enjoying the sensation of their bodies touching through the the thin fabric of their underwear. Dennis heard a loud moan and looked up to see Robby completely blissed out. His head was thrown back onto the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut and he hands gripped onto the sheets in maddened clutches. And echoing through the bedroom, was Robby's moans. He didn't seem in control of them, or even aware of how loud he was being. Dennis watched in amazement about how utterly destroyed Robby was after a little humping. Dennis knew about Robby's frequent flings so he hadn't expected him to be so sensitive.
"Fuck. Dennis" Robby groaned through heavy breathes.
He felt rock hard under Dennis, he could feel Robby's cock twitch under the sensation of his rocking hips. Dennis wondered if Robby was going to cum just from the initial sensation. Then Dennis realised he could ask.
"Are you going to cum for me?" He pandered in a soft, low voice, mustering all the seductive power of his voice.
"Ah fuck, maybe" Robby murmured.
"Even with your boxers on?" Dennis teased, letting his voice become whiny. "Even though I haven't touched you yet, haven't grabbed you in my fist."
"Ugh! Fuck!" Was Robby's only answer.
Dennis was curious to see if the old man would really release from this sensation alone, but he was more desperate to take Robby in his hand. In one swift movement, Dennis leaned over to one side before fishing Robby's cock from his boxers.
Robby groaned from the sensation of Dennis' touch. White, glistening beads of pre-cum dripped out of the top of Robby's flushed tip. It took away any resistance from Dennis' strokes and allowed him to glide up and down Robby's shaft. He started with long, slow pulls teasing out each sordid groan and whine from Robby.
"Dennis, please" Robby whined, his cock was twitching in Dennis grasp and his body began to tense in anticipation. He was so close, but Dennis was enjoying teasing him way too much to just give him what he wanted.
"Please what?" Dennis asked, whispering into his ear.
"Please-" Robby's words cut of by a moan as Dennis rubbed his thumb over his slit.
"Fucker" Robby growled, angry at Dennis' teasing.
"That's no way to get what you want" Dennis replied, revaling in his new found power. Dennis slowed his pumps in reasponse.
Robby turned to look at Dennis, opening his eyes for the first time in a while, he could now see they were brimming with tears.
"Dennis please. Let me cum."
Dennis had enjoyed the teasing, but by no means was he trying to torture the man. He thought the request good enough and immediently reasponded with faster tugs. After a couple of pulls, Dennis watched as Robby's mouth flew open and his eyes squeezed shut. His whole body tensed as white ribbons flew up his front and onto his bare, hairy chest. Dennis kept stroking until the last of his pleasure was spent.
"Fuck, kid" mumbled Robby, as the afterglow washed over him.
Dennis dotted kisses around Robby's face, up from his ear and over to his crow feet, and then down the length of his nose before stopping at his lips.
"I thought you were older then me?" Dennis asked. "What's got you shooting your load quicker then a teen getting his first blowie?"
"Aright, alright" Robby laughed through the insult before gentle grabbing Dennis by the chin and pulling him up to look at him. His pupils were wide from pleasure and his eyes remained soft and relaxed as they made contact with Dennis' own.
"It's you kid." He spoke in a low tone, full of sincerity. "You make be feel thirty years younger."
"More like forty" Dennis quipped.
Robby's eyebrows raised in shock before he took hold of Dennis, flipped him over and pinned him under him.
"Okay, there's only so much insult I can take" Robby said. Dennis lifted his hand to Robby's face, and drew soft circles around the corner of his eye with his thumb.
"You think you've got enough energy left?" Dennis nodded towards his crotch were his own throbbing cock was begging for relief. "Kid" Dennis added for good measure.
"Now that's a better way to ask" Robby commented. Immediately in response to Dennis' command, he began snaking away down his body. Dotting small kisses as his travelled and dragging his large, calloused hands down Dennis' smooth waist.
Robby tugged Dennis' pants off, the last piece of clothing he had left and the last barrier between his hot, throbbing cock and the cool air. Robby just stared at it, his eyes wide. One hand gripped on his hips and his thumb dug into the inside of his thigh. Robby bit his lip. But still he did not move. Dennis felt an intense heat rise from his crotch, it some how felt more intimate then anything else Robby could have done to him.
"Well don't just stare" Dennis whined, squirming under his gaze.
"Yes, sir." Robby replied, looking up at Dennis through his brow. Dennis felt his stomach tighten at the words. Robby on his knees, below him, looking up at him through the top of his eyes and then calling him sir. Dennis couldn't think of a prettier sight.
Finally he moved, with one hand he held onto the base of his cock and with his mouth he began with the tip. Robby licked at the slit of his cock, pushing his tongue across the top and letting his spit drip out of his mouth and mix with the pre-cum forming at Dennis' tip.
Dennis squirmed at the sensation, before a whine was etched out of his body. Robby stopped to look at Dennis.
"That's it, don't stop now." He whined, and then for good measure he added. "Good boy."
Robby didn't seem to hate it, in fact he seemed to like it. Robby stopped his tease and put Dennis in his mouth. He started with the tip but he quickly made his way down further, sliding his tongue along the back of Dennis' shaft as he continued.
"Oh fuck" Dennis reached for Robby's head and gripped onto his hair as he slid down him.
Robby reached the bottom of his cock, the bristles of his beard tickled his pelvis. He stopped for a moment and adjusted himself before swallowing carefully.
"Ugh" Dennis groaned from the feeling of Robby's mouth moving around him. He let go of his grip on Robby's hair, and brushed it gently.
"Good boy." Dennis moaned, testing the phrase out again. Robby looked up at him, his eyes straining to see him, his mouth wrapped delicately around Dennis' cock. "Now start moving for me. That's it."
Robby responded immediately, dragging his mouth up his cock and bobbing his head. Soon enough Robby found a rhythm. Dennis reached out below him and caught one on Robby's hands, he guided it up his body letting the hand brush his hip and then his waist all the way until he found his chest. Silently he guided Robby to his nipple. He caught on quickly and began squeezing gentle, pinched the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Robby didn't slow his pace for a moment, he kept a steady rhythm bobbing his head up and down. With one hand the squeezed his nipple, with the other the dug his hand in to the flesh of his ass. Gripping tightly so that Dennis will be left with an indent of each one of his thick fingers. The sensations began to overwhelm Dennis; the brush of his beard that tickled him at the end of each bob of his head, the small moans that were dragged out of Robby the reverberated around his cock. Dennis felt a rise within him, he felt his stomach tense and his balls pull together.
Dennis fed Robby hot liquid as he came hard to his rhythm. Robby took his release well, and swallowed eagerly. Dennis shuddered and moaned through the orgasm as the older man kept bobbing his head and swallowing every last drop. Once Dennis was finished and he lay his head back down, floating in the extasy of his orgasm. Robby licked Dennis clean, teasing out small shudders and flinches from his sensitive body. Before making his way up his body and resting next to him.
Looking over at him, Dennis saw that the man looked tired. His eyes were half shut and one hand rested limply on Dennis belly. He leaned over and kissed the sleepy man and brushed one hand through his scratchy beard.
"Let me get you something to eat and drink" Dennis said in a low voice. The other man only gave a small hum in response. "And then we can have a shower together."
Dennis sprang up from the bed. He had decidedly more energy then Robby and after he'd taken care of him, Dennis wondered how soon he'd be ready for round two.
Dennis had assumed that Robby would be taking the lead the whole way. It worked with their dynamic; the height difference, the age gap, the fact that Robby was his boss. And Whitakers theories were proven correct at the beginning. It was Robby that flirted first, Robby that asked him for after work drinks and then invited him back to his place. It was Robby that guided Dennis up the stairs into his room and took his clothes off.
But the dynamic shifted when the fell on the bed, mouths crashed together. Robby lay on his back, allowing Dennis to staddle him.
After Trinity brings Mel home from their karaoke night, their relationship changes. Trinity notices her feelings develop for Mel. She can't just confess, she'd ruin everything. Can't she?
Mel finally catches up to Trinity and forces a confrontation.
tags: Trinity Santos, Mel King, Mentos, Fluff
a/n: my little project comes to a close. I did enjoy writing this, I hope you enjoy reading. Trying to find a photo of trin smiling is like searching for the holy grail. Omg girl smile!
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Mel had started pacing a stark contrast to Trinity who felt like she'd been glued to the spot.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She repeated, only slightly quieter. Trinity wasn't sure if she'd ever heard her swear once, let alone twice.
"Trinity you can't just ask me something like that." She left Trinity's foolish question unspoken. "And then avoid me for the next few hours."
"Well you can't just blank me, after that, and then expect me to feel okay." Trinity retaliated, suddenly finding her voice.
"I didn't blank you, I tried to talk to you"
"Just admit you don't like me, and we can move on" Trinity sighed. "There's no need to drag this on"
"But that's the thing, that's not true." Mel stopped her pacing to stand in front of Trinity. "I do like you." She added softly.
Trinity knitted her brows, she turned her head away to avoid Mel's doe-eyed gaze.
"You don't have to say that."
"I'm not." Mel spoke in a melodic, soft voice. "I like you"
Trinity turned her head to look back at her again. Her blonde lashes fluttered around pale green eyes, framed by black glasses.
"Then why- why didn't you say that the first time" Trinity protested.
Mel reached forward and rested a hand one of Trinity's crosses arms. Her arm burnt with the sensation of the soft touch.
"Because for me, sometimes, particularly when topics are brought up that I don't expect or questions asked that I don't anticipate, I can take a long time to answer." Her hand moved and held softly on her forearm. "And then when I know people think I'm taking along time to answer I just get stressed about that. So when you asked me, I didn't even have time to think about an answer before I became anxious that I'd upset you. And then you ran off."
"I'm pretty sure you ran off first" Trinity responded.
"Maybe. But you did more running off later."
"Perhaps" Trinity agreed to settle, her heart slowed at Mel's close presence. Trinity took a small step, closing the gap even more. "So what you're saying is it's my fault, all this chaos."
"You could say that" Mel answered. Trinity chuckled to herself.
They stood together for a moment, sharing slow breathes as they both took time to calm down. Trinity unfurled her arms and took one one Mel's hands in her own. Once again Mel was her peace, Mel was her calm.
"Okay, can I try again?" Trinity asked, barely a whisper.
"Yes"
"Mel, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Trinity, I would love to be your girl-"
All of a sudden there was a loud banging, interrupting Mel. Trinity spun her attention around and held tightly on to Mel's hand. Stood, in a small gap in the door, was Esme.
"So can I clean in here now?" She waved her hand over the general area of the med bay.
"Oh Yeah. Yup." Trinity answered, leading Mel out by her hand.
"Sorry Esme" Mel whispered.
The two women laughed quietly to themselves as they snuck back out into the ER, hand in hand.
--
It took a while until they had a day off that lined up, but the moment they did they had their first date, their first proper date. It was an unnecessary amount of excitement that Trinity felt when woke up that morning, she tried to keep in under control but she found she had a large grin on her face that refused to be wiped off. Getting breakfast that morning, Dennis had given her an odd look. But didn't question it until she started humming to herself.
"Seriously what's wrong with you?" Dennis asked.
"Just because your boyfriend left you alone, doesn't mean you need to take it out on the rest of us" Trinity responded.
"Forget I even asked." Dennis sighed.
--
Although most people get ready for date separately and then meet each other, Mel had expressed feeling anxious about what to wear and feeling unfamiliar she'd asked if Trinity could help. As non-traditional as it was, Trinity loved to play dress up so she was more than keen for the task.
In the end, Trinity had found a simple cream shirt for Mel but paired it with a tight fitting, tailored waistcoat that Trinity had never seen before but loved how it looked on her. Along with some straight leg chinos, Mel lacked any jeans or skirts and although it wouldn't have been Trinity's first choice she ended up liking the look on her. However, she made a note to herself to take Mel on a shopping date. She also packed a simple t-shirt that Mel could wear later. Trinity had also insisted that she wore her hair down on the simple bases that is made her look hot.
The date as relatively simple, both being busy with work they hadn't found the time to plan or book anything. But it was a beautiful day and anyone would be a fool to miss it.
They sat on a bench in one of the larger public parks and tucked into ice-cream from a near by stool. Mel now had the sleeves of her shirt rolled up, Trinity watched the long tendons dance under her skin as she spun the ice cream cone around so she could catch the drips. Trinity was only snapped out of her trance when she noticed Mel had stopped moving. Trinity looked up at her, she had pulled away from her ice-cream and now looked at Trinity sheepishly.
"Sorry, I'm just trying not to make a mess."
"Don't worry, I'll lick it off if you do."
Immediately Mel's face flushed red and she hide behind her hand. Trinity was coming to learn about Mel's' bashfulness around flirting, so Trinity enjoyed every moment she got to make her blush.
"That's why I always get a tub." Trinity said, holding her cup up to Mel.
"I see, that's smart." Mel said. "But I always like eating the cone after."
There was an awkward silence the followed Mel's comment. It sat thick between them, making the wooden benches feel even more uncomfortable then usual. Trinity squirmed slightly, it wasn't just awkwardness there was a sense of anticipation. Trinity could feel it in the air, it felt like static energy brushing over her skin and pricking her hair. An anticipation of the next step, an anticipation of a kiss. Trinity wasn't sure she could do it, she wasn't sure how. How to change the mood from the heavy stillness to the warm, bubbling weightlessness of a shared a kiss.
Trinity cleared her throat and straightened out her body so she was looking across the park. Her eyes drifted across the park, to the tall scattered trees that let mottled light fall across the park. Or the stone paths that stretched and curved across the park. To the people that used the park; runners, families, kids on bikes and elderly couples arm in arm. Trinity's attention caught on a women with a stroller that walked past them, she had two babies that she was pushing with one hand and with the other she was herding two excitable kids who where literally running circles around her. She watched as they almost collided with a dog walker, whose small, yapping dog grew defensive at the giggling children and stretched itself out and pulled hard against it's collar as the owner struggled to pull it past them. Trinity gave a small giggle to herself at the commotion and when she looked over she saw Mel was too. The tension eased slightly at their shared enjoyment.
"How could he not control the dog?" Mel asked. "That was literally the smallest dog I've ever seen"
"I feel bad for the mother. She had four kids" Trinity laughed. "I do not envy her"
Suddenly a gust of wind blew threw them, it sent Mel's untied hair flying in front of her face. Mel tried to tame her hair with her one free hand but she was fighting a losing battle, hair whipped up covering her face and sticking to her ice cream. Trinity stepped in and grabbed her hair in bunches, before pulling it behind her head. The wind died down, the women sat close, Trinity holding onto Mel's hair behind her head meant that their shoulders touched. Their faces close, Trinity felt her chest tighten as she followed her gaze from Mel's pale green eyes to her soft, thin lips. The moment stretched on into eternity. This was literally the perfect moment, and Trinity couldn't move. Without warning, Mel closed the gap between them and planted a gentle kiss on Trinity's lips. Warmth flooded Trinity, a red flush creeping along her face and reaching her ears until they radiated heat. Mel softened the kiss, pulling back a fraction but Trinity needed more. With her hand that held her hair, she placed it on the back of her head and pulled her closer for another kiss. Trinity could feel Mel's lips stretch with a smile at the second kiss and Trinity's chest relaxed as she sunk into her.
After a moment, the slowly etched away from each other. They remained close to each other, their foreheads hovering slightly apart from each other, sharing a giddy warmth. Trinity's skin pricked with excitement and Mel made a low, quiet humming that could only be heard by Trinity in their moment. Despite the busy park, with the dog walkers and the children and the joggers, Mel and Trinity shared a bubble of sincerity that cut of the noise of the outside where they were safe and warm with each other.
--
Resting now on the couch, Mel under Trinity's arm as she wraps it around her waist and they sit and watch a film. Mel is wearing the spare top that Trinity had packed so she could be more comfortable and the remanence of their dinner sat on the coffee table in front of them. Trinity has a growing sense of familiarity but for once it wasn't followed by unease. Often when she finds herself in the same position as before it was only a symptom of relapsing and finding herself in the shitty hole she'd just climbed out of. For her, familiarity was never a place of comfort. Only something new could fix that, something with no connection to her past. But now, she it was in the same place as before. Mel tucked under her arm, one of her hands drawing circles on her thigh idly, the smell of Mel's sweet shampoo and a movie in the background that Trinity was still not following. But this time, she couldn't concentrate on the film because she was absorbed in watching how Mel's hair changed colour as it reflected light from different angles and counting the freckles up her forearm. This time, miraculously, this moment now is better then the first time she shared Mel's body heat on the couch. This time is better because she is sharing this moment with her girlfriend.
When the film ended, Trinity listened to her girlfriends ramble about all the characters and scenes she had enjoyed. Trinity hadn't been watching the film with much intent, but she found now that her favourite parts about film night was listening to Mel discuss her opinions with increasing passion. She had a list of films she'd wanted to watch, many Trinity had already seen and pretty much all of them she'd heard of. They ranged from the original Jurassic park films to an assortment of cheesy rom-coms to Studio Ghibli films. Trinity was happy to watch them with her, if it meant more time to cuddle her and more rambles about the movie after.
Mel was just finishing her rant, when Dennis walked into the living room. Trinity was annoyed at the disruption and would have told Dennis to shut it, if Mel hadn't greeted him first.
"Hi Dennis" Mel said, he voice bright.
"Hey Mel" He was wearing a buttoned blue shirt with a particularly nice denim jacket which made Trinity immediately sceptical.
"You two look so cute snuggled together. Can I take a photo?" Dennis asked. Trinity immediately responded with the appropriate scowl in his direction. But before she could add to her protest Mel spoke.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, and with that she pulled Trinity closer, wrapping her arms around her, and planted a kiss on her cheek. The photo was taken before Trinity could react, she just hoped it was taken quick enough before the bright red flush covered her face and her ears became bright red beacons.
"Aww" Dennis said, admiring her photo. "I'll put it on the group chat."
"Now that's a step to far." Trinity didn't mind too much getting a kiss from her girl, but she didn't need the whole of the other junior doctors knowing how much of a sap she was for her. Unfortunately, the simultaneous buzz of both Mel and her phones signalled that her protests fell on deaf ears.
Dennis gave her a half sympathetic, half grinning look that did not relay any apologies over to Trinity.
"Where are you going looking so dapper anyway?" Trinity asked, trying to move on to a different topic. "Going to meet your older gentleman friend?"
"Wait who?" Mel asked, immediately intrigued.
"Don't indulge her." Dennis said shortly. "Leave her to her weird fantasy's"
"Too right they're fantasy's" Trinity joked, biting her lip and getting a satisfying blush out of Dennis.
"Am I missing something?" Mel asked.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you all about it later." Trinity said with a seditious smile, turning to look at Mel.
"Okay I'm leaving now" Dennis groaned, heading straight for the door.
"Send pics." Trinity shouted as he left, he attention still on Mel. The only response she got was the door slamming behind him.
--
Now this was the final moment, the crux of everything that happened and a satisfying full circle moment. Trinity wouldn't have expected she'd have such good luck, she wouldn't have even put money on it. But right now, Trinity knew this was the place she belonged and the place she would always return to.
Mel had fallen asleep a while ago, and her breathes had become slow and steady. They tickled the back on Trinity's neck at each slow release of air. Mel's tight squeeze around Trinity's waist was comforting, it was as if Mel feared that Trinity would drift off in her sleep. Their feet tangled together at the bottom of their bed, Mel's cold feet buried onto the warmth of Trinity's legs. Every sense of Trinity's body could feel and recognise Mel, each part of her was connected to her. For possibly the first time in her life, Trinity wanted to return to this familiarity and be comforted by it.
(part one), (part two), part three, (part four) masterpost
Trinity fucked up so she's going to do the one thing she does best. Avoid the the issue.
tags: Mentos, Trinity Santos, Mel King, angst, injury detail, description of medical procedures, another fat cliffhanger
a/n: i am not a doctor, i just watch too many medical dramas. if there are any inaccuracies, just be glad that i'm not your doctor.
"The patient, 53 male, possible broken nose from colliding with the airbag. He has pain and bruising around the ribs on his left side, possibly for the same reason. He was found unconscious on the scene but has since woken up" Trinity clung to the side of the gurney as it was wheeled into the med bay. She listened intently to the EMT handoff. "Compound fracture to the left tibia. He's had 4 micrograms of morphine and 5 of TXA, and a unit of bloods on the scene."
Trinity's movements became automatic, she felt only semi-conscious and relied on her instinct to guide her. She took her place on the side of the gurney and held onto one side of the stretcher.
"Three, two, one, lift" Dr Al-Hashimi instructed. In one swift movement the patient was transferred to the bed. Al-Hashimi took a step back, holding her gloved hands up by her sides, she turned to look at Trinity.
"Okay Dr Santos, what's the first thing we need to do?"
"We need a primary examination to get a differential on the extent of the head injury and possible brain damage, to determine the extent of the internal bleeding and the damage to the lower left leg." Trinity's response was automatic, built from years of study and practice. But she felt distant, unattached. The patient in front of her didn't feel any more real than a theoretical question an exam or the dummy they use for training.
"Yes that's right. Do you want to get started then?" Al-Hashemi's voice was stern, but her eyes were soft. Trinity had noticed pretty quickly that she had a good knack at reading people.
Trinity jumped into action, letting her body drive her. She checked his reactions, his pupils and examined his head and neck for pain. Lower down, Olgovie called to say he'd identified a pedal pulse. Trinity tried not to let is distract her that she hadn't noticed he was in the room.
"Pupils reactive, but he's very sensitive to pain around the nose bridge and forehead. Possible nose break, we'll need a CT to determine. If the foot has a pulse then we should be able to set the fracture ourselves, but we'll need an x-ray to confirm" Trinity reported back to her attending.
"Very good" Al-Hashemi answered. It was hard to feel proud of any praise from her, when she didn't feel like she was the one answering.
Suddenly, Trinity heard a voice that made her body freeze. The sounds around her faded, all she could her was one voice.
"We need more gauze for the wound now" She shouted. "Keep the pressure on."
Mel was decisive and clear, she always did the right thing for her patients but she could never shake the twinge of panic in her voice when their condition dropped. She was a good person, down to her every move and intent. She wasn't like Trinity, she wasn't tainted. Ultimately Trinity didn't deserve her, and Mel knew that.
"Dr Santos! Dr Santos!" Trinity's attention was snapped back. She met Al-Hashemi's eyes, thick eyebrows down turned.
"Lets keep focused, okay" All softness was gone from her eyes, she was disappointed and Trinity couldn't even bring herself to apologies.
Olgovie was next to the patient, with the ultra sound on his chest, Al-Hashimi leaned over and looked at the monitor. Feeling redundant, Trinity wondered around to the bottom of the bed and observed the broken leg. She felt like she was in school again, pretending to look busy while the teacher looked over her shoulder. She checked for the pedal pulse, still there. She observed to wound and clots forming. She lingered at the back until Al-Hashimi spoke the words she was wating for.
"Alright, he's stable. He can be send to CT and x-ray." As soon as the words were spoken Trinity rushed through the doors back into the ED.
"Dr Santos, I want to speak with you." Al-Hashimi's voice called from far behind Trinity as she disappeared. The calls from Al-Hashimi disappearing into the crowded ER.
Trinity walked straight to Dana to ask about more casualties.
"That's the last of the majors, no more expected to come in." The older woman informed. "But there's a couple of casualties from the crash that are in bay's now. Javadi's taken some, but there's a head injury in bay 4 you can take" Dana pointed to the bay, and with a vague nod in her direction Trinity headed off.
Trinity opened the door to the med bay and went straight to the computer to the side of the room.
"Hi, I'm Dr Santos. I'll be looking after you today." She didn't spare a look for the patient, she had her attention turned to the notes. Involved in major RTC. Brought in for head trauma. No other injuries. After reading through them, she took a seat on the stool and examined the patients head in silence. There was a large laceration to her forehead, and dried blood covered most of the left side. However the bleeding had stopped and it looked like she would only need two stitches. Although, she'd have to stay in for monitoring from her head wound she could leave probably by the next morning.
"How's my husband?" The woman spoke, breaking the silence of the room and dragging Trinity from her thoughts. "Peter Medley, he came in with me, but he was taken on the stretcher. Do you know how he is?"
Trinity had no clue whether the man she had treated, who was stable and had gone to CT was her husband. Or the if it was the man Mel was treating, who was not as stable.
"I haven't been treating majors" Trinity lied. "I'll go ask someone who has"
"Okay, thank you" The woman answered in a meek voice. Trinity couldn't even recall her name, was she really that useless?
Suddenly the door to the bay swung open, Trinity spun her head around to look. Standing by the open door was Mel, she was half leaning half standing on the door. Her torso leant into the room, but her back leg was still lingering out back into the ER. She stood still, on the precipice of coming and going, staring wide eyed back at Trinity.
"What?" Trinity snapped at Mel.
"Um… Dr Santos can consult you about… something, about a thing?" She was awful at lying and stumbled over her words recklessly. Trinity stood up and walked towards the door.
"No, find Dr Al-Hashimi. I'm treating a patient." With that, Trinity pushed past Mel to get supplies for the head injury. Trinity went straight to the supplies, slamming gauze and surgical thread and needles onto her tray. She wasn't worthy of it, she didn't deserve her. She was barely good enough at her job. Why did she think she could have Mel?
Trinity made her way to the drugs dispenser, only to find Huckleberry arms folded and a piercing gaze directed straight at her. Trinity sighed.
"You're in my way" She commented, referring to Dennis who was leaning on the dispenser. He got up but he didn't leave, hovering over her as she requested the meds.
"What's wrong?" Dennis asked. Trinity could only scoff, what wasn't wrong at this point.
"I'm fine, get on with your job."
"Is this about Mel?"
"I don't want to talk about Mel. I'm trying to do my job." Snapped Trinity, turning to face Dennis, anaesthetic now in hand.
"What are you treating?"
"Head wound, needs about two stitches"
"I'll help you"
"It doesn't need two doctors"
"But it does need two people, and the nurses are busy" Dennis argued.
"I'm sure I can find someone"
"Let me help you, and then it will be done. Or we can waste time arguing here" Dennis forced a stern tone in his voice, it didn't match his stature, or his baby face or his stupid doe eyes. But Trinity didn't want to argue any more. She walked off in the direction of the bay.
"You advice sucks by the way" Trinity called to Dennis as he scuttled to catch up behind her.
--
"Hi Mrs…" Trinity found her voice trail off, she still didn't remember her name.
"Mrs Medley, hello" Dennis said from behind her, pushing past Trinity to greet the patient. To greet Mrs Medley.
"We've got our supplies, so were going to nice and quickly suture you up." He took a seat next to Mrs Medley and took a look at her head. "It looks like you'll just need two stitches on that, so we'll numb the area with a little anaesthetic so you won't feel a thing." He was sure to keep eye contact with her, and leant in slightly to her so he didn't have to talk to loud.
"And my husband?" She asked, her gaze turning to Trinity. "Did you ask about him?" Her eyes were down turned, they looked heavy from the weight of worry. Her voice was weak and shacky. Her shoulders were tight and bunched, already bracing her for the shock wave of grief. And Trinity had no comfort to give her, just the cold grasp on uncertainty. Her mouth became dry and her throat stuck together. She almost bolted out of the room there and then, if Dennis hadn't of spoken.
"I heard last, that he'd been taken to CT and x-ray." Mrs Medley spun her head around, he eyes latching onto Dennis' mouth and his words. "He'll be back from that soon, and when the doctors have the results they'll know what to do." Dennis took her hand and gave it a reasuring squeeze.
"He had a head injury, possible internal bleeding and a compound fracture to the left tibia." Trinity spoke, despite her dry mouth. "But his pupils were reactive and he was responsive, so the head wound is likely superficial. The broken femur hadn't blocked blood flow, so once we put it back after the x-ray results it should make a full recovery. He may need surgery for the bleed". Mrs Medley made a small gasp at the word and gripped tighter onto Dennis' hand, making him wince. "But when we have the CT results back, the surgeons will know exactly what to do." Trinity still struggled to look at her, she definitely couldn't look into her eyes. But she could see that her shoulders had dropped and her grip on Dennis' hand had relaxed.
Dennis stood up, leaving room for Trinity to take the stool and begin the procedure. She sat down, with the tray on supplies to her left and Dennis hovering above her.
"Okay Mrs Medley, I'm going to start with the anaesthetic."
"Tasha, please." Mrs Medley asked. Tasha asked.
--
Trinity and Dennis left the med bay after a successful procedure, actually it was textbook and the gratification of performing a simple task well made Trinity feel surprisingly lighter.
Dennis was still rubbing his hand as they exited. "She really had a strong grip."
"Go ask your daddy to kiss it better." Trinity snipped.
Unfortunately, Trinity didn't get to see his beautifully perplexed face as Dr Al-Hashimi was calling to her from across the ER, dragging away her attention. She was holding a tablet, and was marching straight towards her.
"I have the CT and x-ray from Peter Medley, the car crash victim." She spoke, directing Trinity's attention to her with pointed eye contact but she held the tablet behind her.
"Do you want me to have a look?" Trinity asked, puzzled.
"Only if you are okay, the ER is a difficult place…" Al-Hashimi's words began to drift off as Trinity's attention was caught by Mel who was walking directly towards her.
"Because if you need a moment-"
"-Nope all good." Trinity interrupted, speeding off and leaving Al-Hashimi in her wake.
She arrived, second only to Olgovie who was peering over the patient, seemingly impatient. Trinity thought it wasn't a good idea to leave him unattended, otherwise he might start treating the patient with no supervision. Trinity tried to ignore the irony of the thought as she settled into the room. Dr Al-Hashimi followed in just after, and the moment she set foot into the room she began explaining the results of the CT.
Just as Trinity had predicted, there were no serious injuries to the brain, torso or leg and then could proceed with treatment. The OR was called to take him to surgery for the internal bleeding, which gave then just enough time to re-set the break. Al-Hashimi watched and directed Olgovie and Trinity as they set the leg, they made quick work of it so before OR made an appearance Trinity went up to Peter.
"Peter, Peter" she called to the man, a mix of the injuries, the low bp and the pain meds made him groggy but not yet unconscious. Peter made a low groan and so Trinity continued.
"I've spoken to your wife, to Tasha and she's okay. She had a head injury that I've treated. She was asking about you, once you're out of surgery you can see her. Okay?" Peter made another low groan, which Trinity hoped meant he could hear her because at that moment a surgeon arrived.
Once Peter had left, leaving a void where his bed had once been. A tangible hole, framed by splatters of blood, tissues and gauze. A remanence of action now left statutory. Trinity went to leave but Al-Hashimi darted in front of her, seemingly from no where.
"Not so fast." She called out, raised her hands. "We still need to talk about earlier, I had to get an R1 to step in for you. Freezing happens, its how we deal with it that counts."
Trinity to a deep breathe in, and slowly let out allowing her head to lower. She really hated all of Al-Hashimi's self help nonsense, she seemed like the type to unironically have a 'Change starts with you' or a 'One step at a time' poster on her wall at home. Trinity looked for the exit.
"I'm fine really" She replied, plastering on a smile.
Suddenly, a call from behind her.
"Trinity! We need to talk" It was Mel, and she was furious.
Trinity spun on the spot and was met with glaring eyes and hunched shoulders, Mel marched right up to her before seemingly only just noticing the attending. In an instant her posture changed, her shoulders dropped, she gave a polite smile and her voice became as sweet as honey.
"I'm sorry, where you already talking with her?" Mel asked.
"No, no go ahead" Said Al-Hashimi, holding her hands up. "This seems much more important." With a grin, she left the room, leaving Trinity standing alone with Mel.
(part one), part two, (part three), (part four) masterpost
Trinity can't stop thinking about Mel, she'd consumed all her thoughts after that night at karaoke. They were spending so much time together, Trinity wasn't sure she could keep her feelings to herself anymore.
Tags: Trinity Santos x Mel King, friends to lovers, light angst, lovergirl Santos (not that she'd ever admit it)
A/N: It was meant to be a one shot, but I have more I want to explore about their dynamic. And then it was only going to be one more part but then... well you'll see...
That night had changed everything. Mel stayed in bed with her for the next few hours. The same as before, Mel wrapped her arms around Trinity's waist and pulled her tight. Her forehead rested on the back of Trinity's head and she blew slow, warm breaths onto the back of her neck. Mel's slow breathing settled Trinity, and her iron grip kept her still. It stopped her fidgeting and forced her to rest. Trinity felt truly still for the first time in a long while, she felt secure.
After a while, hunger drew them out of their cave of cosiness. It didn't take much to convince Mel to stay with her longer and eat something. Cooking together felt immeasurable peaceful, thinking back on that day it felt like Trinity was in a haze. Mel wearing one her oversized tops, the curve of her ass peeking out below it. The smell of the toast that she had almost burnt beyond saving still tickled the inside of Trinity's nostrils. Mel's straw hair that was still undone from the night before that brushed past her face and slipped off her shoulder as she talked.
The memory of that day lay heavy in her mind which is why Trinity had to ask her out again. Before she'd left that afternoon Trinity spoke.
"We should do this again" It was a question disguised as a statement, an attempt to avoid rejection.
"Or something more chill. Do you like board games?"
"Yeah I love board games" Mel lit up. Success. "My sister and I play Monopoly all the time."
"Well I don't have monopoly, but I do have Catan" Trinity suggested. "Huckleberry taught be to play, he saw one at a thrift store and forced me to learn. Apparently he played it a lot at home."
"Okay yes"
"I'll message you later to make a date." Trinity waved Mel goodbye and shut the door to her apartment. She pressed her back to the door and sunk down to the floor, her heart racing. She's never been so excited to play boardgames.
--
The board games went well, really well. Mel may have seen a darker side to Trinity that she hadn't planned on sharing so soon. But she had no intention of hiding her competitive streak. However, to Trinity's surprise, Mel had matched her competitive nature and they'd ended up staying up late to finish the game in one sitting. Seven hours went quickly in good company and Trinity didn't even seem to mind so much when she lost. But that didn't stop her from yelling out dramatically when Mel rolled yet another seven and blocked her most lucrative settlement and took the win. Trinity only stopped shouting out when Huckleberry sent a few aggressive texts telling her to shut up as he had a shift that morning; that they both had a shift in the morning. But Trinity was more than happy to lose sleep over her.
After that, Mel took her to an art museum. At first Trinity had tried to hide her lack of enthusiasm. But it turned out to be quite fun, it was an interactive art installation that encouraged the visitors to 'play' with the art. Apparently, as Mel had explained, the piece was about accessing the inner child. Trinity thought it was a bunch of mumbo jumbo. But she had enjoyed the drawing station that was a large table that looked like a kids table, but for the height of an adult. Mel and Trinity sat doodling for a while. Somewhere hidden, when Mel wasn't looking, she had drawn a little heart with the initials T+M in the middle. But almost immediately Trinity scribbled it out.
And then there were coffee dates, more game nights sometimes with other people, movie nights and one night they cooked together. Trinity had even met Mel sister. But no matter how often they met, how many lingering touches or prolonged eye contact. Mel never flirted back. Trinity was coming to a loss.
On one night, Mel stayed round for a movie. They were both tucked close together on the couch, Mel was snuggled into Trinity. She had one arm around her waist and Mel's head rested lightly on her chest. Mel had one hand resting on Trinity's thigh and was drawing slow repetitive circles with her thumb. It was just self-soothing but Trinity wondered whether she was even aware that she was touching her thigh and not her own. Trinity wasn't focused on the film, she wasn't even sure who most the character were. All she could focus on was Mel's soothing presence and how easy it would be to tip her chin up to look up at her, and then kiss her.
The film ended, and Mel had to run of quickly for a reason that Trinity couldn't even remember. As soon as she'd left, Trinity flopped back on to the couch with a loud sigh. She gave two more dramatic sighs until she got what she was fishing for. Huckleberry's bare feet slapped on the wooded floor as he came out of the kitchen to the living room.
"What's wrong?" His tone was impatient. Admittedly, Trinity had been pretty mopey for the last week.
"You're weird right?" Trinity asked, matter of fact.
"What the fucks that supposed to mean?" Den snapped.
"I just mean, being stuck out on the wilderness, you're not as well adjusted as the rest of us" Trinity was lying with her back on the couch and she'd thrown her head back over the side. She viewed Dennis upside down, his hip cocked and a wooded spoon still in his hand.
"Trin if you want advice, try not insulting me first"
"Who said I wanted advice" Trinity mocked.
Dennis sighed and began walking back to the kitchen.
"Wait, Wait!" Trinity called, flipping over to her front and reaching out to him, most her torso was stretched off the couch.
Dennis stopped and waited a beat before turning.
"If you like Mel, you need to tell her. She's not the best with subtle signals" Dennis said. "Especially your signals."
"Who said this was about Mel" Trinity answered defensively. "I was just wondering how those who are socially illiterate, learn to communicate"
"I'll tell Mel you were being mean to me" Fuckleberry threatened. "And mean to her."
"No, No!" Trinity begged, sliding off the couch and onto the floor, like a pathetic snake. She lay on the floor, looking up at Dennis' furrowed brow. "I'm sorry, I'm just dying here."
"You're not dying" Dennis muttered, walking back into the kitchen. "You just need to tell Mel how you feel."
Easier said done, Trinity thought to herself.
--
It was a slow day in the ER, not that anyone dared to said anything about it, but there hadn't been anything major for the last few hours. Which was absolutely awful for Trinity. Not only did it mean she had no excuse to avoid her charting, but it also meant there was no distraction for her over-thinking.
She hadn't seen much of Mel, she only caught glimpses as she walked between patients. With a tablet in hand, or pushing a patient of a wheelchair to a bed or saying farewell to someone she'd discharged from minors. She performed triage with such diligence and care, a dedication that Trinity could never muster for breaks and scraps.
However, now Mel was sat only a few feet away from her also charting along with Trinity. Except Mel was completely concentrated on her charts, muttering to herself as she wrote up her notes. And Trinity was not focused on her notes, looking between the one and a half sentences she had written and Mel. She swung back and forth on her chair as frustration grew within her. Her eye caught Den's, who was on the other side of the desks, he gave her an encouraging nod. She gave a groan, she didn't need meddling Dennis right now.
"Shit or get off the pot, I can't stand your fidgeting" Trinity's attention was immediately dragged to Dana who stood above her, looking down at her through her glasses that perched on the tip of her nose. Trinity looked at her dumfounded. "Please spare us, your making me anxious just looking at you"
"Who pissed in your coffee this morning" Trinity retorted. But she still stood up and began to walk off. Now or never she thought.
She had almost passed by Mel when she stopped, mustering the strength from god knows where she called to Mel.
"Mel with me" She instructed, she tried to avoid Dennis who was watching her intently.
"Oh but I'm just in the middle of charting"
"It won't take long" Trinity dismissed, already walking off. She heard the sound of Mel getting of the stool and shuffling to follow her.
"Sorry what is this about?" Mel asked.
Trinity didn't answer her and just guided her to a quiet stairwell.
When they arrived, Trinity finally turned around to face Mel. Her hands were clenching and unclenching, her face filled with worry.
"I'm sorry, have I done something wrong" Mel began. "It's just sometimes I don't realise I've upset someone and it's caused problems in the past."
"You haven't done anything wrong" Trinity reassured. "If anyone's done something wrong then it's me"
"Oh well you haven't upset me" Mel said, her shoulders starting to relax. "If that's what your worried about."
"No it's not that" Trinity said, her voice becoming weak. "I actually need some advice"
Mel titled her head, waiting for Trinity to speak. Her eyes wide and soft, they didn't know what Trinity was about to say yet they remained inviting and calm. What if she doesn't feel the same? What if you just ruin a good friendship? What if she stops talking to you? Trinity's head filled with worry and she felt her chest constrict.
"Fuck, why is this so hard!" Trinity exclaimed, running her hands through her hair.
"If you're struggling to say something" Mel spoke with a soft tone. "Sometimes facing the other way, so not looking at them, might help"
"Okay" Trinity wasn't sure, but she'd try anything to hide from that ever forgiving gaze.
Trinity turned to face the emergency exit under the stairwell. Pale blue light from the bright summer day filtered through the thick, fire resistant glass. She was still aware of Mel's presence, she knew she was still looking at her. But her gaze felt less potent. Trinity found her voice.
"So you know how we've been hanging out a lot" Trinity began.
"Oh yes, its been very fun" Mel said.
"Yes, I've had a lot of fun too. It's been nice to get to know you better."
"I agree, I loved making new friends"
Trinity took a deep breathe to try and recover from the stabbing pain in her chest that Mel's response gave her.
"Yeah about that." Trinity reached for all her courage now. "What if-" her voice faltered.
"It's okay" Mel soothed.
"What if you weren't my friend?"
"Oh" Mel sounded defeated.
"Fuck" Trinity swung around to meet her face again, her eyes had become downturned.
"No not like that, I mean- What if you weren't my friend?" Trinity took a deep breathe. "What if you were more than a friend"
"Oh" Mel answered again. Her tone was different, Trinity watched her eyes squint in confusion.
"What I'm trying to say is- Mel, will you be my girlfriend?" The words fell out in a rushed mess nevertheless a smile bloomed on Trinity's face, proud of her own success. But then Trinity looked to Mel again, her face was drawn, her eyes looked to the floor and she'd began fidgeting with her hands again. Fuck. Trinity's heart raced as Mel continued to stand in silence. Fuck. Trinity's eyes were wide, staring at Mel, waiting for her to break the silence. Fuck. All the wind had been knocked out her, she couldn't find her voice. The silence dragged on. Fuck.
Suddenly the door to the ER swung open, it was Dennis. "Major RTC, multiple casualties incoming, we need all hands on deck" He shouted into the room, bludgeoning through the tension with iron force. Trinity remained glued to the stop but Mel ran off immediately, calling after Dana to ask about the ETA.
"Come on" Dennis gestured. "Focus on this now." He had a sympathy in his voice that made it obvious that it looked as bad as it had felt.
Dr Santos charged out into the ER and tried to focus on something she could save.
part one, (part two), (part three), (part four) masterpost
After a fun night at karaoke, Trinity doesn't want the night to end with Mel.
Tags: Trinity Santos x Mel King, fluff with a little flirting, no smut but a little suggestive
A/N: this one got away with me, but I feel they are both very cute together, and I had to get it out my system. And look I added photos! Tho the rest of ya'll do it a lot better than me.
Trinity's arm was slung around Mel's waist as they stumbled home from the bar. Her head was foggy, and she relied on Mel's support to walk steady.
Karaoke had been fun, it was the cathartic release that she needed. That they'd both needed. But it has also supplied her with a new revelation. Mel was fucking hot.
She didn't understand how she hadn't seen it before. Her soft straw hair framed her narrow face and was constantly sweeping in front of her face. Trinity's fingers ached to brush her hair back. But beyond that she was always so herself, so sweet. She was endlessly kind and sympathetic. A better person then Trinity could ever be. The cute tilts of her head when she was trying to understand something. And the way she was always willing to try something new, no matter how hesitant she'd been. Trinity had convinced her to karaoke. She wondered what else she could introduce her to tonight.
Feeling confident, she moved her hand, that was wrapped around her waist, from over her top to under it. She was met with smooth skin, that flinched slightly at her touch.
Mel gave a slight giggle. "Your hands are so warm."
"It's probably because I get to touch such a beautiful woman." Trinity came off stronger than she'd initially intended, but working overtime and then staying up drinking didn't do much for her self-control.
"Well no" began Mel. "It's because you've been drinking alcohol and the body detects alcohol as a poison, because it is, and so expands the blood vessels to allow for the release of the toxin but by doing so also releases the body heat. That's why it's important to keep warm when drinking excessively, even if you feel hot."
Trinity saw the way her eyes would look off into the distance, unfocused, and she'd adopt this funny wiggle of her head as she rambled on.
"It's also important not to be left on your own when intoxicated" Mel added. "Which is why I'm walking you home, as Whitaker is not at home"
"Oh, you're taking me all the way home?" Trinity let her voice become sultry and warm as she dragged her hand up her waist to her chest.
Mel gave another squirm and a slight giggle at the touch. Trinity wondered what other reactions she had if she touched her in other places.
--
Back at her apartment, Mel had left Trinity on her bed while she got her some water. Lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling, Trinity thought she should surprise Mel for when she arrived and turn up the tempo on the night. She went straight for her top, a cropped off the shoulder piece made with a tight, slippery fabric. Tonight, the fabric seemed much more slippery then usual. Trinity clawed at the top trying to pull it off, but her dexterity was failing her, and the top slipped out her grasp. Frustrated, she stood up and bent at her hips to try and use gravity to her aid at getting it off.
"Oh no, let me help you" Mel fusses and she shuffles into the room. Well this isn't the sight she wanted her to see. She increases her scrambling in hopes of saving the situation. Still tangled in her shirt, Trinity hears the sound of two glass being placed down before feeling warm hands brush up her waist. Trinity stills at her touch. Silently, Mel reaches for the sides of her top and pulls it swiftly over her head.
Trinity stands up straight and looks to Mel. They are standing close together, one small step and Trinity could bridge the gap between them. Mel holds her eye contact for a second, before sweeping across her face and down her body. Trinity feels her skin shiver under Mel's gaze. She watches her eyes settle in the middle of her chest, they settle on her breasts. They lie flat against her chest, brown nipples perked at the attention.
Mel's attention doesn't break from her chest the bubbling of anticipation forces Trinity to make a move. She reaches up with on arm and brushes the straw blonde hair behind Mel's ear. The hair is silky soft to touch and although it is thick is tucks neatly behind her ear. The blonde woman looks up, soft green eyes meet Trinity's, wide with desire. Slowly, Trinity takes a step forward to bridge the gap between them. She brushes her hand up Mel's arm and rests on her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Mel asks, breaking the silence. "Do you feel dizzy?"
Mel reaches out with both her arms to stabilise her and guides her to sit on her bed.
"Mel, I told you I'm not that drunk."
"Yes, but you're also coming off the back of a longer shift and then a night out. Deaths from exhaustion actually out number those of alcohol, in some states. Well, that statistic actually relates to car crashes, but my point still stands." Mel rambles as she guides Trinity.
Once sat, Mel starts looking around the room creating a bigger gap between them. All the tension was evaporated in a moment and sat on her bed half dressed, Trinity felt more like a child being doted on then anything else.
"Where are your pyjamas?" Mel asks. "I usually put mine under my pillow, but as you haven't made your bed. Which is actually a very good habit to have. I assume you don't keep it in the same place as me."
Mel turns to Trinity expectantly.
"Ugh, it'll be on the floor somewhere" Trinity answers delayed, her head was starting to feel very heavy.
"Okay, have some of that water" Mel instructs. Trinity finds herself obeying immediately and reaches over to her bedside table. As soon as she takes the first sip, relief washes over her. She finishes the cup quickly.
"Good girl"
Trinity feels a heat flushing into her face. What did she just say? The words reverberate around her head, like an echo in a cave.
"Oh sorry" Mel looks down bashful, she's now standing close to her again. "I'm talking to you how I talk to my sister. Taking care of her comes pretty naturally to me, it just slipped out."
Trinity doesn't say anything out loud, but she can't help thinking 'I wouldn't mind hearing that again'.
"Is this the one?" Mel holds out a t-shirt she must have found on the floor. It wasn't the top she wore last night, but it'll do.
Trinity takes the t-shirt from her and starts to put it on. The chances of getting it on with Mel seem distant now, Mel's focus is on getting her to bed and there doesn't seem like there's anything that'll get her off her path. Not even her tit's, which didn't seem to spur anything on. So much for great assets, Trinity thinks. But if she's being honest to herself, her pillow calling to her, sleep would probably help her and hopefully stop seeing things that aren't there. Such as Mel having the slightest interest in her.
"Okay well if you're sorted. I'll head home" Mel says.
"What don't be stupid, you can't go home on your own at this time"
"No it's okay" Mel reassures. "I'm not drunk"
"Doesn't mean it's safe. Stay here" Trinity commands.
"Um... Okay" Mel concedes, agreeing with her logic. She starts moving towards the door.
"Where are you going now?" Trinity asks.
"To the couch" Mel answers, he voice hesitant.
"But I guess Whitakers room is free, but no, I'm sure that'd be over stepping. I'll be okay on the couch" Mel insists.
"Don't be stupid" Trinity says. "You can sleep with me"
"Oh"
"There room for the both of us" Trinity falls back into her bed, pulling her covers over herself. The pillow is soft and plump, it envelops her and pulls her into sleep. She almost let it take her but first there something she wants to see through. "Turn the lights off before you come over."
She does so, and the room is cast into darkness. Mel edges closer to the other side of the bed, her movements are slightly hesitant but when Trinity beckons her with her hand she seems to relax. Through the corner of her eye Trinity watches her fidget inside of her shirt as she scrambles to take off her bra. She watches as she pulls out the bra from one sleeve. The room is now dark and the only light comes from the orange street lamps outside her window. Mel is mostly a silhouette, but some orange light streaks onto her, casting bright lines down her body. She turns slightly to unbuckle her trousers and the orange light curves around her now freed breast. A small curved mound, with a clear hardened nipple jutting out. Trinity bites her lip as she watches Mel through the corner of her eye. Then, Mel bends down as she takes of her trousers and the curve of her ass is highlighted in the orange light. Smooth, pale skin ripe for touching.
All too soon, Mel slips into bed and covers herself. Quickly, Trinity squeezes her eyes shut to avoid being caught in her shameful indulgence. Mel tucks into the far edge of the bed as far away from Trinity as she can get.
"Good night, Trinity" Mel says in a soft voice.
"Good night". She mummers. She'll regret this in the morning. As she closes her eyes, darkness quickly envelops her and she falls down into sleep.
--
Trinity's head was fucking banging. Christ what did she do last night. Slowly Trinity opens her eyes, she's met with the bright late morning light. She quickly squeezes her eyes shut. That's when Trinity notices something different to her usual morning routine. There's a warm soft breathe tickling the back of her neck. Trinity can feel the weight of two arms wrapped around her waist. She doesn't remember bringing home Garcia last night, she was pretty sure last night was the night she swore of Garcia. And besides, she wasn't one to cuddle.
Trinity looks down at the arms wrapped around her, two freckled pale forearms tightly wrap around her waist. It suddenly hits her, Mel!
God, what has she done? She really hoped she hadn't embarrassed herself in front of her new friend. It's just like her to ruin a good thing as soon as she gets it.
Trinity looks to her bedside table to see if she had to foresight to leave herself any water. She was tucked far down the bed and had to strain herself to see the table. Surprisingly, there was one filled glass of water beside an older empty one.
Then, Mel began to stir. Making a rather cute little grown as she started to wake up. And then, all of a sudden, Mel makes a yelp and launches herself over to the other side of the bed.
"Oh I'm so sorry" Mel began. "I tried really hard to stay on my side of the bed." Her face grew pale with worry.
"It's fine" Trinity spoke through a small giggle.
"It's just I usually have my bear, I've always slept with him" Mel rambled on again. "I probably reached for you in my sleep out of habit." She looked down, fidgeting with the sheets between her lap.
"I don't mind." Trinity reasured, how fucking cute she thought to herself. "Actually, it was quite nice." She added.
Yeah they definitely hadn't fucked, that much was clear but the cuddle was nice. She'd never got something like that from Garcia.
"Let me go to the toilet and then I'm going right back to bed" Trinity said.
She stood up and walked towards the door, before turning to say.
"And then maybe we can go back to cuddling?" She asked. "You're a good cuddeller."
"Oh thanks" Mel said bashfully. "And yeah, I'd like to cuddle more too, if that's okay that is." She rubbed the back of her neck, and a red flush bloomed on her face.
Fucking cute, Trinity thought, maybe drunk you had the right idea, for once.
