roomates dennis and trinity who both have their respective controverisally older partners (garcia and robby) round that night (they told each other but not garica and robby, and just planned not to let them run into each other) and everything starts off fine..
they're in their respective rooms but both couples are too caught up in each other to really care about (or even hear at all) the other pair through the wall. all fine.
several hours later into the night, and dennis and trinity have both passed out after numerous orgasms and being fucked six ways to sunday- perfect, two satisfied 20 somethings have been properly taken care of and sleep satiated and blissed out.
robby and garcia however? both decide they need to get their lovers some food and water for when they wake up. so they both head to the kitchen.
robby heads there a few minutes earlier than garcia, and when she rounds the corner into the kitchen, she thinks she must be hallucinating. dr michael robinavitch, senior attending of the PTMC, is stood in her girlfriends' kitchen at 3am... in nothing but his boxers. NOT something she ever wanted to see.
robby freezes too. the two stare at each other like deer in headlights. why is dr garcia stood in his boyfriends' kitchen in a faded t-shirt and not much more? again, NOT something he needed to see.
the staring goes on a while as it dawns on them exactly what has happened and who the other is fucking. if one of their respective couples was a HR nightmare? then this must be the fucking HR apocalypse.
neither wants to break the silence.
"Gloria must never, ever hear about this."
Robby nods, still shellshocked.
"Never. On the other hand, it might be the thing to kill her off.. so.."
garcia looks like she almost wants to laugh.
"piss off robby, back to the bed of that MS4 you're definitely breaking rules by fucking."
"bold words from a woman that just slept with a first year intern."
"still less bad than attending and med student, robby."
he shrugs but doesn't look apologetic at all.
"nothing. let them think we don't know. lets see how long they try and hide it from us."
"fair play. i don't want to see you again until next shift."
"you think I do? fuck off back to your boy toy."
"that doesn't change much when you're 50, robby."
he scowls and takes the glasses of water back to a sleeping dennis, who's hair is framing his face like he's an angel. he looks so peaceful, thinks robby, he has no idea dr garcia has seen almost every place he'd left hickies on him. oh dear.
garcia went back to trinitys room, smiling at her curled up girlfriend. so beautiful. she has no idea that her senior attending probably spotted the red lines she'd scratched into garcias back and shoulders, that the wide neck of the t-shirt left on display.
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