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***
It had been a day.
This Fourth of July was no joke. The day shift doctors and nurses alike were visibly drained, the weight of the shift worn into their bodies and carved into their postures. Fourteen hours of paper charts. Scribbled notes. Half-legible handwriting and caffeine-fueled decision-making, and now they were all expected to re-enter everything like the shift hadnât already wrung them dry.
Whittaker was staring at a chart like it had personally offended him.
âI genuinely canât read my own handwriting.â
âThatâs because you write like a six-year-old,â Santos said.
âI was under pressure!â
âYouâre always under pressure. Your handwriting is consistently bad.â
You exhaled slowly, flexing your fingers before turning back to your screen. Every muscle in your body ached. Your brain felt like it had been scraped out and put back wrong.
Beside you, Cassie was quieter than usual, powering her way through the last of her workload. She was absentmindedly chewing on the gold chain she always wore, blue eyes visibly tired but still sharp and focused.
Even after a shift as hard-wearing as this one, she still looked as beautiful as ever.
Not that you were staring.
âYouâve retyped that line three times,â she murmured, just low enough for you to hear.
âI donât trust it,â you replied.
âItâs your own note.â
âExactly.â
A faint smile tugged at her mouth.
When Cassie finally got up and rang the bell, and the other residents followed, it was met with an intense feeling of relief.
âI swear to fucking God, if I see another paper chart again, Iâm quitting,â Santos grumbled.
âUgh, Iâm with you there,â Mohan agreed.
Danaâs voice cut through the ER before anything else could be said.
âOne last thing before all of you go,â she called, crossing her arms.
Robby joined her at the nursesâ station, looking completely drained, scratching his chin.
âWe need to talk about Jane Doe.â
A collective groan rippled through the staff, not out of annoyance, but exhaustion. Everyone knew who she meant. The baby. Found, no family, no immediate placement. Too stable for NICU, too young to just wait.
Dana pressed on. âSocial services are backed up. Foster placementâs delayed. So unless someone here has a better idea, we need volunteers to take shifts or temporary placement.â
Silence.
There was quiet murmuring across the floor, but still no one stepped forward. So she started singling people out.
She turned to Robby first.
âCome on, youâre going to be on sabbatical for the next three months. Can you put your midlife crisis on hold for a couple of days?â
âNo can do, D. The open road awaits me. Besides, how would I get a baby back to my place on my bike?â he smirked.
âFucking idiot,â she muttered under her breath.
âSantos, can you lend a hand for a couple of days?â she asked bluntly.
Trinity didnât even blink. âAbsolutely not. I like sleep and not being responsible for tiny humans.â
âYouâre a doctor.â
âExactly. I deal with them when theyâre loud and fixable.â
Dana rolled her eyes and moved on.
Next was Mohan.
âDana, I can barely keep a plant alive,â she said, hands up. âThat kid deserves better.â
Dana sighed and scanned the room again.
That was when her gaze landed on you.
And Cassie.
You felt it before she even walked over.
Cassie shifted beside you, quiet. Waiting.
Dana stopped in front of you both. âIâm running out of options.â
She sighed. âLook, I know itâs a big ask. But she canât stay here.â
âI donât know, Dana. Weâve got enough on our plate, with the court case and Harrison being with us for the rest of the weekend,â you said quietly, conscious of those listening in.
âLook, it would only be for a couple of days. Itâs to save her being miserable here. Sheâs had a rough day and deserves some love,â Dana said. Then she turned to Cassie. âBesides, itâs not as if you donât have experience with a newborn.â
âIâd owe you both big time. You know I would have taken her, but I think Benji would kill me.â
You felt it settle heavy in your chest.
You glanced at Cassie. She was already looking at you.
Donât, your brain said.
Cassieâs expression softened just a fraction. We canât not.
Cassie took a deep breath. âHow long?â
âA couple of days. Maybe less,â Dana said.
Cassie spoke before you could overthink it. âWeâll take her.â
You turned to her, just slightly, but it was enough.
Danaâs eyes flicked between you. âYouâre sure?â
You nodded, louder this time. âYeah. Weâll take her home.â
Cassieâs hand found yours.
And that did it.
The entire department seemed to freeze.
Dana studied you both for half a second, then something in her expression softened. A knowing smile crossed her face.
âAlright,â she said. âIâll make a few calls and finish up the paperwork. Thank you both.â
As she walked off, you turned to your coworkers and were met with complete shock.
âHA,â Perlah said, breaking the silence as she turned to Princess. âPay up.â
Princess groaned, digging into her pocket. âI thought I had it right this time.â
âHold on,â Whittaker said, pointing at your joined hands. âWait⌠are you two?â
âYes,â Cassie said flatly.
âOh.â
A pause.
ââŚOh,â Whittaker repeated.
âThat explains why they argue like a married couple,â Mohan added.
âWe do notââ you started.
âYou absolutely do,â Vic cut in, eyes wide with delight. âWait, this is amazing. How long has this been happening? Are there rules? Do we need a protocol?â
âPlease donât start a protocol,â Robby groaned.
âIâm just saying, this is incredible,â Javadi added. âThe tension? The subtle glances? I thought I was imagining it.â
âYou werenât,â Santos said. âYou were just the only one paying attention besides Perlah.â
Perlah beamed at her newly acquired fifty bucks.
âI thought they just argued a lot,â Mel added.
âWe do argue a lot, just here, not at home,â Cassie said dryly.
You squeezed her hand. âOccupational hazard.â
âAnyway, youâre all way too invested in this,â Cassie said, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at her mouth.
Javadi leaned forward, elbows on the desk. âI just love love.â
You huffed out a laugh, a faint blush colouring your cheeks.
âYouâre all unbelievable,â you muttered, but you didnât let go of Cassieâs hand.
Not now. Not with the way she squeezed yours back.
Dana clapped her hands. âAlright, enough. Unless one of you wants to volunteer instead, let them breathe.â
No one did.
âGood,â Dana muttered. âPaperwork. Now.â
***
It was later, much later, when you finally got a second to step away.
The roof car park felt like a different planet.
Cool air. Open space. The city stretched out in every direction, lit up and alive.
Fireworks burst overhead, closer now and brighter.
A small cluster of staff had already gathered.
Javadi was near the edge, practically bouncing on her heels. âYou made it! Perfect timing!â
âI needed to see something that isnât a chart,â Mohan said, rubbing her face.
Santos leaned against a low wall. âYeah, if I see another one, Iâm jumping.â
âNo youâre not,â Mel said.
ââŚNo, Iâm not,â Santos admitted.
You stepped out with a bag full of newborn essentials slung low over your shoulder. Cassie had baby Jane Doe settled carefully in her arms.
She looked right.
Like this fit her.
Cassie swayed gently, soothing the newborn without even thinking. She slipped back into being a mum so easily it made something in your chest ache.
You took the baby when she passed her over, still watching Cassie like you couldnât quite believe it.
Everybody noticed.
Javadi definitely noticed.
âOh my God,â she whispered. âThey lookâŚâ
Summary: you've had a crush on your coworker, Dana, for a long time. Isolated from the other doctors, you've bonded a lot with her and the other nurses. After a night of some heavy drinking, you end up learning some curious truths about the PTMC's favourite charge nurse.
Word count: 7K
a/n: this is just be being a sloppy older woman lover. This might be a lil morally questionable because reader is drunk and Dana is sober, so be warned.
Working in the Pitt was exhausting. Not just because it was the emergency departmentâthough, it was a borderline demonic place to work inâbut because of...everything else.
Santos was weird and hostile to everyone. You'd tried to be friends with her, really, but she just kept being disinterested and walking away. And also she was very gay, though that part wasn't weird and you clocked it the moment you saw her (you still had a bet going on with the nurses about who called the shots in her relationship with Garcia).
Whitaker was earnest. Too earnest. Like that hamster with the big watery eyes. It was distracting. You didn't like it. Also whatever the fuck he had going on with Robby and that farm girl Amy was also weirdâthat last part everyone agreed with, including Santos.
Langdon was fine, better than others, barring the absolute shit show that was his behaviour towards Santos on her first day. You'd disliked him immensely for that, before realising it was probably on his list of 'top 10 worst days of my life' and figured he deserved a redeeming chance. Not that your opinion matteredâyou were just an intern.
Mel was nice. You really liked her. She was kind and sweet and straightforward...but then there was that weird tension with her and Langdon and you really weren't sure what to make of it.
Once, youâd interjected yourself into a conversation between them about some history factsâyou were a massive nerd, and so were they, so what's the harm in trying to bondâand while they both had shot you polite smiles, it was nothing compared to the absolute beam they'd shone at each other.
'Someone's getting divorced soon.' You found yourself thinking as you walked away, slightly dejected.
Mohan was nice too, as were McKay and Javadi, and McKay in particular had so much unending empathy and kindness, you sometimes felt like just telling her stuff so she could hold your hand and be nice to you. You and Javadi had that in common, you found out after the one deep conversation you two had, but it hadn't really led to a friendship.
And then there was Robby. He was going to kill himself at some point, you thought. He could be a good boss, sometimes. But it was hard not to notice how he treated the female doctors, especially being a woman yourself.
You'd thought that after the row with Langdon, Mohan would be his golden childâshe was an R4, highly skilled, a bit slow, maybe (though you weren't a fan of the nickname Slo-Mo) but well-intentionedâand if not her, McKay, because of her aforementioned empathy and general chillness about life.
Instead Robby chose the intern. The white male intern. Who Robby was potentially fuckingâyou weren't too sure about that part.
You and Whitaker were on the same level, skillwise, and you actually kept your cool more than him (it was dissociation, mostly, an art the mousy man hadn't mastered yet), but Robby would never treat you, or Javadi, the way he did Whitaker.
It was exhausting. It stung. Robby probably didn't even know he was sexist, and his obvious PTSD and depression were clearly taking a fucking toll on him, but why was that everyone else's problem?
You probably wouldn't have noticed all of this if you actually fit in with anyone. But you didn't. Everybody had somebodyâa friendâMel and Langdon, Whitaker and Santos, Javadi and McKay, Mohan and McKay, on occasion; and Dana and Robby.
Unlike Santos' imagined 'No one likes me', you actually didn't have anyone who liked you. On the day shift, at least. You were considering doing a night shift just once, to see if it's any different, or if you'll just be isolated forever.
You mostly just defaulted to gossiping with the nurses. Perlah and Princess liked you, and you liked them. Socialization was easier with them. You contributed gossip, they contributed gossip, it was fun. It was all the aspects of high school friendships you missed, without the petty drama. But, it had come back to bite you in the assâno one wants to be close to the doctor who gossips with nurses all day long.
There was one benefit to all of it thoughâyou got to spend a lot of time around Dana.
Dana had all the good things Robby did, as an attending, except she didn't lash out at others over her own problems, stared at you over the rim of her glasses with her lips pressed together, smoked, and had that accent.
God, that accent.
You wanted to fold like paper every time she barked an order at you. Which was quite often.
You liked to pretend that you were normal, but truth be told, nobody in the emergency department was normal. Your weirdness just didn't mesh well with the others.
You mostly liked bringing your own lunch, something that would hold up throughout the day and was nutrient dense so you could eat it any time, ('Take rice. Rice will help.' Your mother had said. 'Rice is a carb, ma, it'll make me sleepy, and I can't afford to be sleepy on the job.' 'Always complaints with you! Figure it out yourself then, doctor, since you know everything and all my years of experience is worth nothing.') and you didn't drink coffee. Everyone thought you were strange for it. You just...didn't need it. You became manic by the end of the day, of course, but so did everyone else, so it was irrelevant.
Oh and also you kept an eye on Dana's smoke breaks so you could go out and sit somewhere near her general existence. It had gotten so strange you knew what triggers to look out for, what made her tic, what made her go "'kay, goin' out for a smoke. Princess, take over for me." And then you'd wait exactly a minute before sneakily following her out, whenever you could get away.
She noticed, you think. It would be strange if she didn't. Sometimes her eyes crinkled, and her lips twitched into a smirk as she took a drag of her cigarette, which you watched out of the corner of your eye so as to not seem like a creep.
It was stupid. You didn't even know if Dana liked women, let alone someone like youâa strange, gossiping, coffee non-drinker.
It didn't stop you, though. Especially when Dana favoured you, subtly. It was just the little thingsâraising a brow at anyone eyeing your lunchbox too hard, always letting you borrow her pens even though she knew she'd probably never see them again, and throwing cases at you she knew you'd like whenever there was wiggle room for it.
It always made your face and neck warm, but the speed at which everything moved in the Pitt guaranteed that Dana didn't stick around long enough to see it. Or maybe she did, and that's why she kept doing it.
'That is wishful thinking.' You growled at yourself, toying with a pen as you emerged out of your thoughts to stare at the chart open in front of you. Your eyes skimmed the room for Dana just once before you forced them to fly across the screen as you typed.
The rumble of the floor surrounded you as you scrunched your nose, sneering at the screen as you typed. You didn't really have a reason for doing it, you just liked doing weird things with your face while focusing. Al-Hashimi swung by to check in on your charting once, just because she was the attending on the case and wanted to make sure you were getting everything rightâyou liked her, too. She had those kind brown eyes and that Lulu lemon jacket and those pretty curls, which is why you felt so bad for her. The dysfunction of the Pitt was going to obliterate her.
Just as she left the charting area, heading to another patient room, your attention was captured by Joy shouting for a wheelchair. You glanced once at the patient, curious why someone stable enough to be standing, far away from a chair or bed, would suddenly need a wheelchair, but immediately jumped up when you saw that it was Samira.
You immediately panicked, your heart racing as you practically bowled over an old man to get to her. Sure, you weren't close, but that was your coworker who is nice and kind and empathetic and you did not want her to die.
You helped Joy wheel Samira into a room, helping her onto a bed while checking her for symptoms. Langdon was there, too, talking to her, calmly, between yelling for someone to get some EKG leads.
You tensed when Samira said her chest hurt and that her father had died of a heart attack, immediately checking for more symptoms of a heart attack.
"You are way too awesome to die in this hellscape." You murmured as you helped Perlah attach the leads. Samira blinked at the words, looking up at you like youâd just said 'I saw a monkey eating a horse today'.
You only backed off once Robby came in, assured that he would do a better job than you at figuring out what's wrong, at helping Samira. You leaned against the door, fidgeting with a hangnail on your left thumb. Your hair was coming undone, but you didn't want to take the hair tie off to re-tie it in front of senior doctors, worried that someone would catch it and think you frivolous for caring about your hair while Samira could be dying.
Your mouth turned downwards in a frown as you heard her talk about her motherâit was an awful feeling, realising your mother could, in fact, live without you, when you found it so difficult to live without her. If you hadn't mastered the art of dissociation, you would've teared up.
"Wait a minuteâis this a panic attack about your mommy issues?"
âŚ
You were going to kill Michael Robinavitch and make it look like an accident.
Your chest burned with rage as you stared at him from behind, slack-jawed, ripping the hangnail off so aggressively it took quite a bit of skin with it. Perlah glanced at you, the only person in the room to notice your reaction, everyone else focused on Robby and Samira.
To make matters worse, Robby proceeded to tell Samira to go home in the most condescending tone you had ever heard a man use.
Inside you there were two wolves: the part of you that wanted to be cool, calm, and manipulate things in your favour in the long run. And then there was the wolf with rabies.
"I'm sorry, Doctor Robbyâand forgive me if I'm wrong hereâdidn't you have a panic attack during the Pittfest shooting, in Pedes?" The words were out of your mouth before you could think. Your heart was beating so loudly you could barely hear yourself. For the first time since entering the room, Robby seemed to notice you were thereâa habit of hisâand his own mouth opened just a little.
"And I'm no expert, but Doctor Mohan didn't need a med student to scrape her off the floor, emotionally, because she was hallucinating a dead person." Everyone was staring at you now. You might've just cost yourself your internship, but you honestly didn't give a single fuckâyou would've shouted your words into the speakers, but the part of you warring to stay in control kept you from doing that. Robby still hadn't managed to come up with a response, frozen in place, his eyes wide and mouth slack.
"I just think that, since Doctor Mohan seems to have a problem with leaving her baggage outside the PTMC, as you so eloquently pointed out, you could show her how to do so by leading by example. Whenever you decide you want to start doing that."
You figured your job was done, both medically and socially. Robby couldn't bring you up to admin, and he knew it, because what you'd said to him was all true, and you'd said it just politely enough to get away with it.
You were the social outcast anyway, what were they gonna do, ostracize you more?
You turned to leave, and found yourself face-to-face with a very bewildered Al-Hashimi, and you blinked at her, the rage seeping out of you now that you'd said your piece and weren't looking at the balding old man any longer. You offered her a polite smile, and excused yourself.
Your head was buzzing with adrenaline as you walked across the floor, past your charting station, and into the ambulance bay.
Being a bitch to Robby felt like doing a line of cocaine. Or at least, what you imagined doing cocaine would feel like.
âWhat's up with you, cupcake?â A familiar scratchy voice called out from behind you, and you whipped around, throat drying up when you saw Dana, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between her fingers.
Dana had taken to calling you cupcake ever since she realised you brought a cupcake with your lunch every day. A little treat for yourself which you would hide with great precision to keep it from the feral animals you shared a workspace with.
âI uhâyouâre gonna be mad when you hear this but uhâŚâ You trailed off, blinking at the older woman. She raised a brow, looking at you expectantly.
âI may have called Robby out for being a hypocrite for the way he treats doctor Mohan andâŚbrought up thatâŚincident. In Pedes.â You screwed up your face, expecting some kind of a rebuke.
What you got instead was a laugh. A bark of a laugh, the way Dana always laughed.
âAlways knew you had it in you, kid. Someone needed to put Robby in his place. Please tell me you at least did it nicely so he can't use it against you?â
You blinked rapidly again, now confused, and slowly approached Dana, leaning against the wall beside her. You shrugged in response to her question, poking at the red, inflamed skin on your right thumb that squeezed out a single drop of blood when you prodded it a little too hard.
âAs politely as I could. I thought you two were friends?â You looked up at her, only to find her eyes trailed on your thumb, narrowed, before she brought them up to your face.
âWe are. Which is why I know when he's being a bitch. Unfortunately I'm not exactly in the position to be a dick, or he'll stop opening up.â
âRobby opens up?â You asked, brows furrowed even as your lips twitched into a cheeky smile. Dana gave you a playful glare.
âHe's not all ice and stone, y'know?â
âI know.â You sighed, conceding. âHe's from a different time. But so are you, and you're not unconsciously sexist. It's justâitâs hard to stay quiet when I can see the obvious difference between how he treats me and Javadi and Samira versus how he treats Whitaker. It's soââ You trailed off, afraid that if you put your frustration into words you'd say something you can't take back. You didn't hate Robby, you really didn't, he could be cool.
âIt's just hard to see Santos trailing after him like he's the best person around when Robby treats Samira the same way Langdon treated her, and she's still so beat up about it, but she'll still defend him. It's not all her fault, of course, she wants a male authority figure she can trust, desperately, and she's found that in Robby, so she'll keep herself blind to her flaws until she can't, and then she'll spiral about it.â
You looked up from your shoes to look at the blonde, only to see that her mouth was open just a fraction, just for a moment, before it closed around the end of her cigarette. Her eyes crinkled softly when she let out the smoke, her voice soft, considering, when she said, âYou're real good at studying people, ain't ya?â
You felt yourself grow warm, the back of your neck heating up as you shrugged and looked away again.
âIt's easy when no one's paying attention to you. It was like that in high school, too. My class had like a hundred and fifty kids, and I had three friends. Lost one of those by senior year, soâŚyeah. It's easy. People are oblivious to me a lot of the time. I'm like super easy to ignore.â
âNow that just can't be true.â Dana said, laughing again. âYou? Unnoticeable? Nuh-uh, I ain't buying it.â
âIt's literally true though.â You said, rolling your eyes and glaring at Dana half-heartedly, but the incredulous smile she shot you made it impossible to maintain the ruse of being upset. In fact, it also made it impossible to keep your heart rate steady. You went quiet for a bit again, the frustration from earlier settling over you again like a cloud you couldn't shake off. You disliked it.
You eyed Dana's half-smoked cigarette with narrowed eyes, considering. You'd never smoked, never seen the appeal, never wanted to, either. But, maybe, just maybe, it couldn't hurt to try.
As if she could tell what was going through your head, Dana said, ââs not a good habit, cupcake, been trynna quit for years.â
âWellâŚsurely a drag can't hurt?â You asked, batting your eyelashes at Dana.
The blonde stared at you, unimpressed, studying your face for something, anything. It made you anxious, so you picked at your nail bed again, ripping off the tiny clot that had formed.
âFine.â Dana acquiesced, flipping the cigarette around between her fingers in a move you couldn't quite follow, but which made you a little wobbly-kneed, as you took the cigarette from her with shaky hands.
It was warm from being in touch with Dana's skin, where she'd been pinching it for the past several minutes. It was warm right at the end, too, where you wrapped your lips around it.
âIs this an indirect kiss? Am I kissing Dana right now?â You thought as you carefully inhaled.
Your thought was interrupted mid-formation by coughing, really bad coughing. The smoke made it hard to breathe, and you didn't particularly like the smell, either, not to mention you couldn't feel any high, at all.
Come to think of it, it really was quite a stupid idea.
Dana graciously took back what was left of the cigarette from you, eyeing you sympathetically as you coughed. You wished she'd soothe you with a hand on your back, perhaps, but there was no genie listening to your thoughts.
âI think that was better than any D.A.R.E lesson I've ever gotten.â You wheezed, rid at last of the smoke in your lungs.
âYeah? Glad I could help.â Dana said, the small smile returning to her face. You wanted to return it, wanted to return everything, every expression she threw at you, but all you could do was give her a thumbs up with watery eyes and one last wheeze.
âIâm gonna go back in now.â You mumbled, before scampering back inside, neck warm.
The rest of your day was excellentâwell, as excellent as a day can be after you publicly brought up your bossâ mental health issues in front of the new boss.
But hey, at least Al-Hashimi liked you.
âŚso maybe you kept snitching and telling her every dysfunctional detail about the Pitt, so what? That's not a crime, she deserved to know what she was getting herself into.
By the end of the day, you were well-liked by every woman on the floor except Santos, and virtually hated by Robby. He wanted you lynched, you thought. You suddenly felt immensely glad he was gonna disappear for three months.
On the last hour of your shift, you caught Dana and Emma cleaning Mr Digby up. As they passed by you, you flashed Dana a smile and said, âYou're pretty good with scissors.â
You expected her to say something casual, the way she does, something about her age, experience, or nursing work in general.
âYeah, well, those college years of experimenting had to come into play somehow.â
Now, objectively, you should've interpreted this as âDana gave herself lots of haircuts as a younginâ, but the wink she threw at you, paired with the curve of her lips, made your brain buzz with all other possible interpretations.
Face red-hot, mind swirling with implications, you stepped out into the balmy air, making your way to the bus stop as usual, when something caught your eye. It was a bar, a new one, with fairy lights on the outside and inside, and a large pride flag hanging on the side of it.
You figured since you weren't that tired, you'd slip in for a bit, check it out, maybe try to push out the yearning for your hot older coworker by hooking up with someone in the bathroom, and then go home.
It didn't quite go to plan.
âCanâcans I havâ another?â You stuttered, peering up at the pretty bartender owlishly. She looked down at you, biceps flexing as she rested her palms on the bar top, and said, âYou sure about that, honâ? You've had quite a bit to drink already.â
You nodded your head, giving her a wide smile, ââm fine! I insulted my boss today. He's an ugly old man. I want another drink, pleaaasee? I'll tip well.â You giggled slightly when she sighed at you, a bit exasperated but also clearly amused, and took the empty glass from your sweaty hands.
She flexed her biceps a lot. Or maybe they were just that thick.
Did Dana have biceps? Or was her strength all adrenaline and stamina? What was her stamina like?
You started giggling into your drink, downing it the rest of the way before giggling at the empty glass.
âAlright, honâ, I'm cutting you off. Got anyone who can take you home?â The bartender said when you tried to ask for another drink, and you pouted.
âNooooo I'm fineeee!â You tried batting your eyelashes to see if it would work, but the lady just stared at you, unimpressed, unnecessarily flexing her biceps.
So you acquiesced, closing out and stumbling out of the bar. You were at least two miles away from the hospital, because you could see the bus stop, and that was about two and a half miles away from the hospital.
âCupcake, that you?â Your heart fluttered when you heard Dana's voice behind you, and you turned around so fast you got dizzy, forced to lean against the wall for rest.
âDanaaaa.â You said in a sweet voice, beaming at her. She was leaning against the wall of the bar, too, smoking.
âYou drunk?â She asked, taking a drag of her cigarette.
âNoooo, I'm like, a couple drinks down. Only.â You tried standing up straight, using the wall as a crutch as you inched towards Dana until you were only about a half-foot away from her.
âBartender cut you off?â The blonde asked with a smirk, looking at you with twinkly eyes.
âHow are your eyes still twinkling after the day you've had?â You thought to yourself in awe and wonderment. The bark of a laugh Dana let out, though, politely told you that you'd forgotten your inside voice and said your thoughts out loud.
âPretty sure they're just twinkling for the nicotine and you, cupcake.â
You giggled at that, the idea that Dana's eyes might be specifically twinkling for you.
âSoâŚyou come here often?â You aimed for casual, landing somewhere decidedly below that, near desperately horny. It didn't help that the drinks had done a great job of getting you warmed upâor maybe it was because you were currently invading Dana's personal space and she didn't seem to mind it.
âI do. It's a nice place.â The older woman glanced up at the building, eyeing it appreciatively.
âIt's gay as hell, though.â Sober you would've tried to be at least a little bit more subtle, but six vodka cranberries had taken your tact and locked it in the closet with tape around its mouth.
âI thought I told you about those experiments I pulled in college.â Dana said with a bemused look, taking another drag of her cigarette. A light breeze blew the smoke into your face, but you really didn't give a shit.
âWere theyâŚgay?â You asked, now just seeking confirmation. What you'd do with the confirmation, you'd decide later.
âA little, yeah.â Dana's smirk only widened, her eyes twinkling even more, if possible. âMost of the other girls ended up straight anyway, satisfied with whatever exploring they'd done, but I knew I liked women.â
Scratch that earlier thought, you knew exactly what you were gonna do with that confirmation. You leaned even more into Dana's space, bringing your face close to hers.
She didn't pull away, seemingly expecting this, and kept looking at you, quiet. There was a tingling in your fingers and toes, warmth pooling low in your belly just from being allowed this level of closeness. Your greed, however, was biblical.
You wanted more, but you didn't want to press forward without Dana saying anythingâwhat if she wasn't pulling away just to be polite?
So you stood there, as if at an impasse, allowing your eyes to zero in on her lips as they wrapped around the end of her cigarette. You didn't know which part of your face she was looking at, since you felt like eye contact was going to make you combust. It felt like hours before she finally said something, her voice light and airy as she looked away from you, at the building across the street.
âI've been a nurse longer than you've been alive, cupcake,â Dana said as she took the last drag of her cigarette, the words drawing an involuntary, reedy whine out of you.
You leaned forward, resting your forehead on her shoulder. You were practically pantingâabsolutely nothing had happened, but your panties were soaked and you were panting.
The angle of your head blocked Dana's face from your line of sight, but you could see her hand clearly as she put out the cigarette by pressing it against the wall you were both leaning on.
You wanted her so bad it made your eyes water.
âCouldâve put that out on me.â You thought with a soft whine, but the immediate pause in all of Dana's movements signalled to you that once again, your words had slipped out of your mind and onto your tongue.
â...that so?â Dana's voice wasn't light anymore, a slight edge to it, now. âLook up at me, cupcake.â
You obliged, lifting your head and looking at her with what must've been the reddest face she's ever seen, paired with watery eyes.
âYou're drunk.â She said softly, bringing one finger up to place under your chin, moving it just an inch.
âYeah.â
âYou live alone.â
âYeah.â
âEven if I dropped you home myself, you'd probably end up hurting yourself, wouldn't you.â
It wasn't a question.
You whined softly, nodding in agreement.
âYou can't take care of yourself right nowââ âMhm.â ââso you'll come home with me. It's not like you have a shift tomorrow.â
âWhy does she know when I have shifts?â
You let her guide you to her place, not too far from the bar, a small apartment on the seventh floor of a tall building.
She made a beeline for the couch as soon as the two of you were through the door, kicking off her shoes and resting her feet on one of the cushions. Then, she levelled you with a warm gaze, patting the cushion near her thigh with a pointed look.
Dana slid her jacket down her shoulders as you approached the couch, toeing your shoes off.
âLose the bag and jacket.â The blonde said, voice warm withâŚsomething. You didn't know what.
The walk from the bar to Dana's apartment had sobered you up a littleâenough to put your bag and jacket on the side of the couch without fumbling, but not enough to coordinate yourself properly.
With Dana's legs stretched across the couch, you tried to figure out where to sit, placing one knee on the cushion sheâd patted and bracing yourself against the back of the couch. Trying to hook your other leg on the couch, however, made you stumble, bracing one hand against the armrest Dana was leaning on and your knee on the other side of her leg.
You ended up on your hands and knees, hovering on top of Dana, suddenly too nervous to move.
She was looking at you with an amused smirk, lifting one palm gently towards your face.
âYou're drunk, cupcake.â Her voice was almost lyrical as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
ââm not that drunk.â
âNo?â Dana said, amused, her smirk almost predatory. She let her hand touch the side of your face, cupping it nice and warm and gentle.
You whimpered, letting your eyes fall shut as you shamelessly nuzzled the offending appendage. Like before, you were practically panting, arching your back to press your face further into Dana's palm.
âOh.â Dana said, voice soft and almost awed. âOh you're just the sweetest little thing, aren't you? Look at you, arching for me, and I haven't even touched you.â Her voice was a purr now, and she stroked your cheek with her thumb.
âMm.â You opened your eyes to give Dana a half-lidded gaze, the warmth from your face spreading down your neck. âI'll always be sweet for you, Dana.â
You had no idea where you were getting so much courageâmaybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the fact that Dana was allowing you to be so close, was encouraging itâeither way, your usual shyness had gone out of the window long ago. Or maybe youâd left it at the bar.
Dana stroked your cheek one more time before moving her hand, sliding it up your cheek and into your hair, pulling your hair free out of its hair tie before tangling her fingers in it, blunt nails gently scratching at your scalp.
You openly moaned as the blonde tightened her grip, softly pulling on your hair.
âI don't do flings, cupcake. I'm too old for that shit.â
âDon't want a fling.â You said desperately, voice high and nasally. âJust want you.â
âYeah? You'll let me keep you?â
âMm, please.â You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut again. The warmth was now spreading past your neck, pooling low in your belly, wetting your panties again, though they'd never really dried since the bar.
âBedroom, now.â Dana let go of your hair, leaning back and spreading her legs. You blinked in surprise at being so untethered suddenly, and looked down at Dana with parted lips.
âWhaâ?â You asked, slow, but the blonde simply patted your side twice to urge you to get off the couch.
âC'mon.â
You stood up on shaky legs, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling of wet panties sticking to your thighs. You followed Dana into her bedroom, her bedroom, and found it better than any fantasy your brain could've come up with.
It was austere and threadbare, with a bunch of warm lamps and soft-looking fabrics everywhere. Dana had sauntered into her closet, out of your sight, and the only thing you could see was her shadow, cast across the carpet.
âOn the bed, baby.â
Baby. That one was new. It flooded your underwear even more, if possible.
âOâokay,â You said softly, striding towards the bed.
âClothes off, too. Don't need outside clothes on my bed.â
You hesitated, your shyness coming back full force and knocking the air out of you.
âI don't hear any rustling.â Dana's voice came from the closet, loud and commanding.
âI'm justâjust thinkingââ
âWell I didn't ask you to think, did I, cupcake? I asked you to strip. Didn't you say you'll always be sweet for me?â
Following her voice and ignoring the voice in your head, you tugged off your top, taking your bra off next, before sliding your pants and underwear off in one go. Looking down, you can see that the flush has travelled further down your neck, slowly covering your chest.
You got on the bed, awkwardly kneeling on the edge of it, unsure where Dana wanted you. You closed your eyes, adjusting your position as the air of the room chilled your overheated skin.
âWhy the fuck are you on the edge?â Came Dana's voice, closer than you were expecting it.
âIâI wasn't sure whereââ
âMiddle of the bed, baby, on your back, c'mon.â Her scratchy voice urged you, a hand on your back slowly guiding you to the middle.
âAreâare you sure?â You asked, biting your lip.
ââcourse I'm sure, what kinda question is that?â She sounded incredulous, making you bunch up your shoulders defensively. Dana's palm immediately settled on the scrunch, however, to smooth it back into its usual plane.
âNo it's justâyou had a long day. I thoughtâIâthat I'dâumâtake care of you?â
You could physically feel the pause Dana took, before she chuckled into your hair. She lifted your hips up and slid something underneathâa towel, most likelyâbefore kneeling between your legs.
âI've spent too much time thinking about what Iâd do with you to let you do anything tonight.â Her fingers stroked along your thighs, inching towards your pussy.
âMmââ You whined when Dana's thumb swept over your clit, just once.
âYou're so wet for me, cupcake. Is all of this for me?â She dipped two fingers through your folds, making you gasp and thrust into the air. She toyed with the wetness, spreading it onto your folds and over your clit.
The warmth from earlier was a fire now, making you clench around nothing.
âAw, you feeling empty? Does this pretty pussy need something inside it?â Dana purred, dipping the tip of two fingers inside just for a second before pulling them away.
âPlease, Danaââ You gasped, trying to fuck onto her fingers, only for her to hold your hips down with her other hand.
âYou're not getting fucked until I decide, cupcake, you gotta make peace with that.â Dana purred, leaning down until her breath fanned over your mouth.
Eyes still closed, you blindly arched up, searching desperately for the blondeâs mouth.
âThere, there.â Dana took mercy on you, leaning down to meet your mouth, sloppy and wet.
âYou're dripping for me, baby.â Dana sighed against your mouth, before sliding her tongue inside and fucking it mercilessly.
You grabbed onto Dana's shoulder for support, needing something, anything, to anchor yourself when your entire world felt like it was collapsing because of a single tongue.
âYou think you can take me without any prep? Or would that be too much?â
Confused as to what she was talking about, you finally opened your eyes, blinking up at the older woman. She smirked at you, leaning back and reaching between her legs.
Your eyes followed her hand as it stroked down her stomach, brushing over the black harness sitting over her hips, and curled around the thick purple dildo that was nestled between her strong thighs. It was fucking huge, as girthy as your forearm, and detailed with veins all over.
You keened, making grabby hands towards Dana. She pushed you back down, cupping one of your tits and brushing her thumb over the stiff nipple.
âYou didn't answer my question, baby. Think you can take it?â Dana stroked the cock, her cock, once, from root to tip, before letting it slap against your pussy.
âYes, yesyesyesyesâplease Dana, pleaseââ
âPlease what?â She purred, leaning down to press a kiss to your jaw.
âPleaseâŚfuck me. I need you, need you so bad please Danaânhh!â Dana thrust her hips once, rubbing the length of the cock against your pussy.
âYou need me? What exactly do you need from me, baby? My fingers?â You shook your head, almost in tears from how badly you wanted her inside you. Your pussy fluttered around nothing, and you clawed at Dana's shoulders in protest.
âYâyour cock, please Dana. I need it. I need you to fâfuck me with your cock, please?â Your voice wobbled as you spoke, but your pussy flooded as your mouth twisted around the words.
âGood girlâlook at you, obeying so well. How can I not give you what you want?â Dana took her cock into her fist again, using the tip to spread your folds open.
You were starting to understand why Dana had put down a towel before you started, since a dribble of wetness gushed out of your pussy and down your ass, soaking everything between your legs.
Taking mercy on you, Dana began to push inside, slowly, pinning you down to the bed so you couldn't move an inch. You arched your back as far as humanly possible, screaming as she nudged every last inch of her cock inside you.
You certainly felt the lack of stretching, but not a single regret was felt as you panted with your mouth wide open, stuffed all the way to your throat. Your pussy fluttered desperately to accommodate the stretch, but you were so incredibly wet that it didn't burn at all.
Dana was rearranging your organs, you were pretty sureâyou felt her further up into your abdomen than medically possible.
âYou okay?â Dana's voice filtered in through your ears after a few minutes, and you opened your eyes (when did you close them?) to look at her with a pout.
âYouâre soâI feel so full, Dana, mm, fuckââ You dug your nails into Dana's skin, too distracted to swallow the bit of drool rolling down your cheek.
âYeah? That's good.â The blonde gave an aborted thrust, making you moan.
Your pussy made an obscene squelch as Dana pulled out, before thrusting back in aggressively. The first snap of her hips somehow drove her even deeper, and you began dragging your nails down her back.
âMore! More, please, I can take it, I swearââ
Dana didn't need a drop of encouragement more, pulling out almost all the way and thrusting back in, just as hard as before. She set a punishing pace, the tip of her cock kissing your cervix at every thrust. Her hand pressed down on your stomach, both pinning you in place and feeling herself fuck you at the same time.
âLook, baby, you're so full I can see it.â Dana's free hand grabbed your jaw, pulling your head downwards so you could see the bulge in your tummy, right underneath the blonde's hand.
âFuckââ You gasped wetly, taking one of your hands off Dana's shoulder to join hers on your stomach.
âYeah, that's it, feel me fuck you.â Dana growled, pressing down hard right above your pubic bone. You keened, eyes rolling into the back of your head when she extended her thumb to circle your clit once.
You thrust your hips up, feeling your stomach tighten as you ground into Dana's hand and fucked back onto her cock interchangeably, that undeniable climax dragging you closer to its edge.
âYou close, baby?â
âYes, yes, fuck yes pleaseâplease I'm so closeââ
Dana redoubled her efforts, fucking you even harder until you were sure she'd carved a permanent place for her cock inside your pussy. She ground the heel of her hand against your clit, rubbing it in circles while she leaned down to kiss you again, humming happily to find your mouth pliant and open for her.
Your stomach tightened and tightened, until the coil snappedâand your vision went white with pleasure. Like a bowstring, your body snapped. Or at least, it felt like it snapped.
Your pussy gushed around Dana's cock, and your legs twitched violently around her waist. The sound that left your throat wasn't human, you were pretty sure, your throat burning with how loudly you screamed.
It was all just Dana. The smell of her detergent, her shampoo, in your nose, the feeling of her skin pressed against yours, the sound of her saying sweet nothings while fucking you through the last of your orgasmâyour entire existence, for a few moments, was simply Dana Evans.
And you were happy with that.
You weren't quite sure when you blacked out, but when you came to, you were clean, dry, and wearing a pair of cotton sleep shorts.
âDana?â You asked, blinking rapidly and looking around for her.
âI'm here, baby,â Dana pattered in through the door of the bedroom, bottle of water in hand. âYou back already? Conked out for a bit there.â
âMmâŚyou fucked the consciousness outta me.â You smiled at her, sleepy, sated and sore. There was an ache in your lower back already, which you knew was only going to get worse by the next day.
âYeah? That's high praise.â Dana settled into bed beside you, opening the water bottle and bringing the rim to your mouth.
âToo bad you're stuck here now,â Dana murmured as you sipped from the bottle. At the furrow of your brows, her lips twitched into a smirk, âI told you I don't do flings, didn't I?â
You sighed, crawling close to Dana so you could wrap your arms around her waist, burying your face between her tits.
âYou just fucked me into passing out, cleaned me up, dressed me, and got me water. There is nothing âbadâ about any of this.â You nuzzled her tits, breathing in her scent. Deciding to get a little cheeky, you kissed her nipple over the fabric of her tshirt, wrapping your lips around it and suckling just once.
âHey, nap time.â Dana tugged on your hair, freeing her nipple from your mouth.
âBut you didn't even come.â You whined, pulling against Dana's grip to suck on her nipple again.
âSaid who?â
âYouâyou came just from fucking me?â You raised your brows, staring at Dana in awe.
âI've been fucking girls for a long time, I know how to get myself off doing it.â Despite being incredibly sore, your pussy clenched at that.
âSo you came. Can't I still want your tits?â You asked, batting your eyelashes and swiping your tongue over the increasingly soaked patch of cotton.
âNot tonight. Go to bed, and maybe I'll let you at them tomorrow morning.â Dana's smile was soft, fond, and you giggled, nuzzling her sternum instead.
As you curled up in Dana's nice sheets together, your face pressed into her neck and hers into your hair, all you could think was, âThank fuck she doesn't do flings.â
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