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21h

his best girl

parker ellis x reader, rabbot x reader

summary: you're robby's favorite reward. when his staff earns it, he doesn't hesitate to offer you up. it's jack's turn to get you ready for the resident he’s chosen.

|| smut MDNI 18+ , f/f, pussy inspection, fingering, praise kink, cuckholding, jack still learning how to dom, robby still a cuck, free use, sapphic thigh riding, dirty talk, cum eating [like, kinda, is this the same terminology for women?], fingers in mouth, breast play, kissing, reader's first time w a woman, period tracking, pet names for reader like honey / sweetheart / baby girl || a/n: eeep ! so happy to have this chapter out for you and so quickly! fair warning ellis doesnt have a huge chunk but still the part she does have was fun to write. I don't consider myself 100% straight (who tf is?) but I tend to be interested in women more romantically than sexually, so im sorry if this is a bit more tame than you were expecting. ilysm, enjoy! wc: 11k

"That last bite is yours."

"No, yours."

Jack smiled at you from across the table, his eyes narrowing with teasing disapproval. The candle between you shifted in its glass holder, its flame catching the tines of his fork when he leaned forward over the remains of dessert.

There was barely anything left to argue over. A single bite of chocolate cake sat in the center of the white porcelain plate, surrounded by dark crumbs and milky streaks of melted ice cream. Still, he turned his fork onto its side and pressed it through the middle with the same concentration that made you think of him as a doctor—the emergency surgeon with a 10 blade in hand, the soldier cutting a crike in the field—dividing the last bite perfectly between you.

You pursed your lips, trying not to smile as he straightened the fork again, speared his half, and lifted it toward his mouth.

“You are so—”

“Charming?” he finished for you.

Your eyes narrowed, though the grin had already started pulling at your mouth. You leaned onto your elbows and collected your own half from the plate, letting him watch you take it.

The chocolate was dense on your tongue, the cake soft through the center and covered in a dark icing that clung to the roof of your mouth. Melted vanilla ice cream had soaked into the bottom layer, cooling the sweetness before you swallowed.

"—infuriating."

But there was no bite to your words, no heat to make them land anywhere tender. Your belly was full and warm, the dark restaurant and the last glass of wine leaving you a little light-headed, your limbs heavy beneath the table. Jack’s eyes caught the candlelight when he sat back to look at you, chin tipped up with a note of amusement.

“I seem to recall someone calling me ‘hot’ a couple weeks ago. What changed?”

“You refusing the last bite of chocolate cake, of course.” You shrugged.

“Sheesh. That easy to lose my title?”

"Mhm," you hummed into the last sip of your wine before setting it down.

"S'just too bad." he said, shaking his head and biting his lip, "worse is that it's 6:45."

This time, your lips did purse in disappointment. The hospital was only a few blocks away. You had known that all evening. It was why he had chosen somewhere downtown, why his overnight bag was under the table, why he had glanced at his watch twice during the movie and again when the waiter asked about dessert.

"Can… I call you in sick?"

“Oh, yeah, that’d go well.” He chuckled, sitting up to set his napkin on the mahogany table, his eyes skating around for the waiter. He caught the man’s attention and made a small writing motion with his hand, asking for the check.

You lifted your hand to your ear in an imitation of a phone.

“Yes, hi, this is Jack Abbot’s friend. I have to call him out because he’s really not feeling well.” You paused, nodding gravely at the imaginary person on the other end. “Oh, yeah, it’s a severe case of hot-older-man syndrome. He’s got it really bad. Okay, thanks for understanding.”

Jack shut his eyes. His head tipped back, his face pulling into a grimace that made you laugh before he had even spoken.

“Okay. Too many things wrong with that.”

“Really? I thought it was pretty convincing.”

“One—friend?”

You rolled your eyes. “Not this again.”

He opened his eyes and looked at you across the table. The amusement was still there, tucked into the corners, but his attention had sharpened.

“Think it’s okay to say we’re a little more than friends, sweetheart.”

Your stomach gave a hard squirm beneath the table. You lowered your hand from your ear. “Fine. Jack Abbot’s very special acquaintance.”

His mouth flattened.

“Lady he occasionally has dinner with? Shares with his fellow attending?”

His eyes danced around the room for a moment, as if checking to see if anyone heard that. Then he stared back at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Fine,” you conceded, unable to keep your smile from returning. “A little more than friends.”

“Thank you.” he said, nodding, and then continued, settling back again, “And two—old man?”

“I said hot old man, thank you very much.”

He scoffed. “I know you’re not talking about me.”

“You’re right. I’m seeing another Jack Abbot after this.”

“Better hope he doesn’t work at my hospital.”

You opened your mouth, but Jack lifted a finger before you could answer.

“And third,” he went on, “I’ve walked into that hospital with a bullet wound in my back. Highly doubt they’re gonna let me call out because…” He tilted his head, considering it. “What? I’m held up with a beautiful girl?”

"I think it would be only right." you shot back, though your skin warmed and not just from the wine.

The waiter appeared before Jack could answer, setting the leather check folder beside his elbow. Jack slid his card inside without opening it, letting the waiter take it right away.

And when they came back promptly, you watched him open the leather booklet, giving a nice tip and his illegible signature.

Dinner had been his idea. The movie too. He had arrived at Robby’s house shortly after three with his hair still damp from a shower and a clean shirt folded over the width of his shoulders. He should have been asleep then, storing away whatever rest he could before a night in the emergency department. Instead, he had taken you downtown because he knew Robby was working and you would spend most of the evening alone.

He hadn't said that was why or let you ask too many questions. Only told you to hurry up and get dressed early.

“Thank you,” you said. “It was really sweet of you to set all this up.”

“Thought it would be nice to do something different.”

He shrugged, but his eyes remained on the receipt for a moment longer than necessary, the pen turning once between his fingers. As if the compliment landed strangely on him. He could accept being called hot without blinking, but sweet still made him look for somewhere else to put his attention.

“It was,” you said.

His expression softened when he looked back up at you, and he pushed his chair back and stood. He straightened the collar of his shirt, bending down to grab his backpack to hoist it over his shoulder. You rose, smoothing your long skirt where it had twisted and rumpled from sitting for a while, and Jack’s hand left the chair and hovered behind you until his palm settled against your lower back, broad and warm through the thin fabric of your top. He guided you between the closely set tables, his fingers shifting whenever you had to angle around a chair or the corner of the bar.

“Besides,” he murmured near your ear, “what were you gonna do all evening before I came and got you, huh?”

The restaurant door opened onto the noise of downtown Pittsburgh. A car horn sounded at the intersection, followed by the heavy bass of music through an open window. Groups moved along the pavement around you, couples and families out for dinner, delivery drivers rushing in and out of places to pick up food for takeout. The sun was still out, though the light was softer as it hid behind tall buildings.

Jack kept his palm at your back until you were clear of the doorway.

“Wait around for you to come pick me up?” you answered.

It was meant to be teasing, but the answer was entirely true.

You had no plans. You might have taken a book outside and sat along the edge of the pool with your feet in the water. You might have worked out in the room downstairs, though you had been telling yourself that for three days. There was laundry sitting in the dryer and half a container of pasta in the refrigerator that could have counted as dinner.

Mostly, you would have waited for one of them to come home.

Jack made a face.

“What?”

“Think you need a hobby, young lady.”

“I am not joining the SWAT team.” you shot back.

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t let you.”

You stopped beneath the restaurant awning and turned toward him. “Oh, it’s let now, is it?”

His smile spread slowly. He bent and kissed the side of your mouth, catching you before your own had fully formed. His lips pressed against the corner for only a second, his hand tightening at your waist before he drew back.

“You can do whatever you want,” he said. “I’d just prefer you don’t choose something with a high risk of bodily harm.”

“I’m not even going to get started on what a hypocrite that makes you.”

You stepped onto the sidewalk, and he followed with a low chuckle.

His hand slid from your waist, down your arm, until his fingers found yours. He threaded them together without looking down, pulling you nearer when a group of people came toward you in the opposite direction.

“I do think a hobby might be a good idea,” he said once the sidewalk opened again. “Maybe something part-time, even. Keep you busy while we’re working.”

“Yeah, but most of the time you guys don’t work together.” You swung your joined hands between you once. “So I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

His mouth twisted.

It was a brief movement, gone when he looked toward the traffic passing through the intersection, but you caught it.

You understood the concern beneath the suggestion. Your whole life had revolved around Robby and the hospital. And Robby had you and his work. But outside of that, neither of you had really ever considered doing anything else. Robby liked his motorcycles, sure. Jack had a life, even if part of his was divided between the ED, the SWAT team, and whatever he kept to himself in the apartment you hadn't even seen yet.

You had them. And you were beginning to realize how easily that could become the whole shape of your life. It felt good.

The pedestrian light changed. Jack tugged your hand and led you into the crosswalk.

“You excited for today?” you asked when you reached the other side.

“For my shift?”

You looked up at him.

He was pressing his lips together to hold back a smile.

“No, Jack.”

“I know, I know.” His thumb moved over the side of your hand. “Yeah. I suppose I am.”

“You suppose?”

“Not really sure what to expect.”

You swung his hand again, unable to contain the excitement that had been building since they first told you the plan for your first visit back.

“Well, I’m excited. Besides, Robby will show you. It can be really fun.”

“Oh, I know it can.”

The smirk he gave you made warmth gather low in your stomach.

You bumped your shoulder against his arm. “Are you still not going to tell me who you picked?”

“Nope.” He let the word pop from his lips.

“Like I said: infuriating.”

Jack laughed, the sound carrying above the traffic for a moment before it settled back between you.

The rest of the walk toward the hospital was easy. As the building appeared closer and closer, you found yourself wishing to slow down time, to stay in this little bubble you'd created tonight. It wasn't like the second you'd step inside you wouldn't see him again for the rest of his shift, but still. You never knew when you stepped through those doors. How slammed they'd been all day, how quickly his fingers might untangle from yours because of a trauma coming in through the doors. You knew it felt selfish to think of it like that, so you didn't say anything out loud.

He held the door open for you, the temperature inside nearly as tepid as the evening outside.

“I’ll think about it,” you said, walking past him. You're not sure what made you want to say it, maybe that you wanted to soak up as much of his attention as you could before the hospital swallowed him in. “The hobby thing, I mean.”

He smiled and tipped his head. “Good.”

You made your way through the second set of doors with his hand still in yours. The waiting room was overflowing, bodies packed into the rows of vinyl chairs and standing along the walls. Jack pulled your joined hands close behind his back so the two of you could squeeze between them, keeping you tucked close as someone shifted a wheelchair out of the aisle.

The double doors leading back to triage felt more looming than they had before.

Because there was something else on your mind tonight too.

Something you didn't mention at dinner, something you didn't even want to think about because it worried you so much.

"Abbot!"

His name was called from the main desk. The charge nurses stood behind it going over shift change, charts open between them. Both pairs of eyes moved from Jack’s face to yours, then dropped to where your fingers were still interlaced.

"Hey, D." you murmured. "Hi, Lena."

“Well, hello to you too, angel girl.” Dana smirked before turning her attention back to Jack. “They need you in Trauma Two.”

Jack nodded, "Let me get changed and I'm on it."

He turned toward you, but you were already opening your mouth.

“I’m good. I’ll let you know where I end up.” You smiled, even with the disappointment already sinking into your stomach. So much for easing into the night. His fingers tightened around yours in apology.

“Go save lives,” you added, squeezing him back.

Jack smiled down at you, then lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles before releasing it. "I'll find you soon."

You nodded, and he was headed towards the lockers with a quickening pace.

When you looked back, both charge nurses were staring at you in open bewilderment.

You pressed your lips together, and tapped your fingers on the linoleum desk, eyes glancing around. “I’m… gonna go find Robby.”

“You do that,” Lena said, holding back a deeply impressed smile.

Dana chomped down on her nicotine gum, her grin widening as she shook her head. The two of them looked at each other with their brows raised, an entire conversation passing between them that you had no intention of standing there to hear.

You weren't entirely sure where Robby had gone, whether you kept passing like ships in the night from room to room, if he was upstairs checking on a patient from earlier in the day, or maybe he'd just went home early.

Though you'd would've gotten a text about that last one.

You checked your phone anyway, thumb waking the screen. There was nothing from him beyond the good morning text he sent almost every day when he left for work before you were up.

A part of you was worried he could be up on the roof. But Dana would've said something if that was the case, and she wouldn't had been so cheeky in her expression if the day had been really that bad.

Still…

You kept moving through the department, looking through the glass of each room as you passed, until you found Frank Langdon near the supply alcove.

“Frankie,” you sighed with a smile.

He looked up, and some of the tension left his face. “Hey.”

He pulled you into a hug, though it ended before you could properly settle into it. His hand pressed once between your shoulder blades before he stepped back, already glancing toward the patient board over your shoulder.

“How are you?” he asked, glancing down at you. “Feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I know. I miss you.”

The teasing smile you gave him finally loosened the line between his brows.

“Oh, yeah?”

You nodded. "Always."

“Uh-huh.” His mouth pulled to one side. “I’m sure.”

There was usually somewhere easy for the two of you to go from there. A look held too long. A suggestion disguised as a joke. Instead, his hands disappeared into the pockets of his cotton scrub pants, his shoulders rolling back from the long day.

“Have you seen Robby?” you asked to fill the silence.

“Uh—” His eyes moved from the board to skate across the department. “Yeah. Yeah, I saw him earlier. He’s around here somewhere.”

“How was the day?” Your voice softened.

Langdon licked his dried lips, then caught the bottom one between his teeth. “It wasn’t great.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” He exhaled and planted his hands on his hips, his badge swinging against his leg. “Listen, I’ve gotta check on a liver lac before they take him upstairs, but I need to talk to you later.”

Your brows drew together, about to ask him what about, when another voice was calling you from behind.

“I’ll find you before I leave,” he said quickly. “I just—it's okay, nothing's wrong I just…I don’t want you hearing it from somebody else.”

Your stomach twisted, but he was already walking away, his eyes darkening when he saw who was approaching.

You watched him go, your brows tightening before you faced Trinity Santos.

“Hey, Trin.” you said.

“Long time no see.” She glanced past you toward Langdon’s retreating back, then returned her attention to you. “Thanks for coming over—jeez, was that the last time I saw you? Two weeks ago?”

You laughed softly, trying to get your mind to unscramble from that strange encounter. “Yeah, I uh, I think so.”

“Jesus, girl. We need to hang out more. Without the entire ED present.”

“For sure." you nodded, eyes averting to your shoes. "I’m down.”

Then you remembered why you had been nervous to come in tonight at all, and your eyes found hers again.

“Actually, Trin… can I ask you for a favor?”

She shrugged. “Course.”

“Privately.”

Her eyes moved over your face. The smile disappeared, worry flattening her expression.

“Yeah. Of course, c’mon.” she whispered. Her hand closed around your arm, and she pulled you toward an empty exam room. The curtain hooks clicked along the metal track behind you before the room went quiet.

"What's going on?" she asked.

“I, um…Okay," you sighed, "you can’t say anything.”

Her eyes only grew more worried.

“Promise me,” you added.

She nodded, folding her arms over her chest. “Fine. Yes. Obviously.”

“Even Dennis?”

Her head tilted. “You need me to promise you my firstborn too?”

“Trin…” you groaned.

“Okay, your whole Julie James routine is freaking me out. Did you hit someone with a car or what?”

“Oh my God—your brain is so weird sometimes. No.”

“Then just tell me!”

You looked toward the curtain, though there was no one standing outside it. Your fingers had begun picking at the edge of your thumbnail.

“Can you just—fuck.” You lowered your voice further. “Can you get an ultrasound machine in here without anyone noticing?”

Trinity’s eyes might as well have bulged from her head.

"Oh, fuck…"

"Trin!"

“Okay, Jesus.” She unfolded her arms, her hands swiping through the air as she squeezed her eyes shut, thinking. “Yeah. Give me a few minutes.”

“Quietly.” you added.

She took a step toward the curtain, then stopped, and looked back at you. “Fuck, seriously?”

Your stomach pulled tighter. Her eyes dropped over you for half a second before snapping back to your face.

“Whose is it?”

“For fuck’s sake, Trinity.” You covered your face with both hands.

“Okay, okay.” Her voice softened, though only slightly. “But if you’re pregnant, you have to tell me whose it is.”

You dragged your hands down your face.

“And I get to be godmother.”

You stared at her in bewilderment. “Yes. Fine. Whatever. Just go.”

She reached for the curtain.

“And don’t let Robby or Jack see you,” you added quickly. “For the love of God.”

She was gone and back within two minutes, pushing the ultrasound machine through the curtain.

“Okay,” she breathed, reaching for the bottle of gel and squeezing a thick line over the end of the transducer that she took from its holder. She then pointed it toward your stomach. “Lift the shirt.”

“Shit, is that going to get all over me?” you cursed, gathering the hem of your silk top carefully between your fingers.

“Should’ve gotten into the gown.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“Lift the shirt, mama,” she said again, far too brightly.

“Trinity!” you hissed.

She looked back at you with a wide smile, though the bewilderment still had not left her face. “Listen, you got us into this mess. Let me have my fun.”

You groaned, but lifted the shirt to the edge of your bra and held it there beneath your chin. The backs of your legs pressed against the exam bed behind you while Trinity stepped closer and set the probe against the center of your stomach.

You hissed when the cold gel touched your skin, your muscles pulling tight beneath it, but your eyes had already gone to the screen.

Trinity moved the probe once, then again, angling it lower while the grainy image shifted on the screen. Neither of you spoke while the machine hummed beside you, the static of the ultrasound filling the silence.

There was nothing there. Just wide open darkness, the lining of your uterus, gray and white matter and nothing else.

The breath left you first. Trinity’s followed a second later, both of you sagging at once beneath the relief.

Then the curtain rings shrieked across the metal rod.

You jumped out of your skin as you turned and saw Robby standing at the door.

“What the fuck is this?”

It was half breath, half exasperated frustration. You could see the weariness of the day all over him—the crease fixed between his brows, his eyes red at the edges, the new stress-grays stippled through his beard. Now confusion clouded all of it, his attention struggling to take in the scene in front of him.

For one long second, none of you moved.

He stood just inside the curtain, one hand still wrapped around its edge. His eyes moved from you to Trinity, then dropped to your stomach, where she still held the probe against your skin.

Trinity found her voice first.

“Just—just a, uh, quick anatomy lesson,” she stuttered unconvincingly. "We wanted to see inside her guts, ya know—"

She pulled the probe away and dropped it into its cradle, then clumsily tore a wad of paper towels from the dispenser and shoved them into your hands. You started wiping the gel from your stomach, too quickly to do anything except spread it around. The slick edge of the towel caught the hem of your silk shirt, leaving a damp smear across the fabric.

Both of you looked exceptionally guilty.

Your eyes kept moving—from your exposed stomach to Robby, back to your hands, then toward the ultrasound screen where the grainy image of your empty uterus sat waiting.

Robby followed your gaze.

You watched his expression change while the pieces fitted themselves together. The probe. Your shirt lifted to your bra. Trinity’s panic. The image left glowing on the screen.

His jaw tightened.

“Go check on your patients, Dr. Santos,” he said, his voice loud and controlled now. He stood taller, but his head was still tilted to the floor, his eyes not meeting either of you now. “Hand offs are happening in just a few minutes.”

Trinity nodded too quickly, her lips pressed together and eyes wide. “Yep. On it.”

She stopped just past Robby, looking up at him, and then to you, a pleading look in her eyes. I'm sorry.

“Now,” Robby snapped.

Trinity ducked past him and slipped through the curtain, leaving it swaying behind her.

The room went quiet again.

Robby let the curtain fall from his hand and brought both palms to his face and dragged them upward, pressing over his eyes, then down his cheeks into his beard. He did it again, harder, before hooking his hands behind his neck and staring at the floor.

You finished wiping the gel from your stomach and pulled your shirt down. The damp spot clung cold against your skin.

“I can explain—”

“Honey.” His eyes shut. “Do you really think I would make that mistake?”

Your hands stilled at the hem of your shirt.

His eyes opened— he looked exhausted more than anything, his head tipped slightly while he studied your face.

“Do you really think I would get you pregnant without talking to you first? Without knowing if you wanted that?”

Your brows threaded. “What do you mean?”

Robby looked at you for another long moment, as if weighing his words, hands still locked behind his neck.

“I track your cycle.”

You stared at him.

He dropped his arms at last, one hand landing on his hip while the other rubbed across his mouth.

“I know when you’re ovulating. I know when you’re going to have your period.” His voice lowered, some of the sharpness leaving it. “I know when we need to be careful or not do anything at all."

The paper towel crumpled tighter in your fist.

"You… track…"

He nodded.

"Without ever telling me?"

You weren’t entirely sure what to do with that. It was strange, certainly, having him know something so private without ever discussing it with you. But beneath the surprise was the unavoidable fact that he had been paying attention, quietly accounting for the risk while you hadn’t thought twice about it. That he'd been taking care of you all along, whether you realized or not.

“I just didn't think it needed announcing,” he sighed. His shoulders sagged beneath his black hoodie, and he blinked several times without managing to clear the fatigue from his eyes. “We can’t leave that sort of thing to chance.”

You shifted your weight, the damp patch on your shirt sticking cold against your stomach.

“So… did you know I was late?”

“I did notice the new pack of tampons hadn't been touched in the drawer at home.” He looked back at you. “I also knew that didn’t mean you needed to steal an ultrasound machine and drag Santos into some kind of covert operation.”

You sighed, the corner of your mouth lifting as you tossed the paper towel into the trash. “I’m sorry. I panicked. I didn't realize…"

“I know.” A small smile pulled at his mouth too. His eyes lightened as he held his arms out. “C’mere.”

You did as he bid, the last of the adrenaline beginning to drain from your body as his arms closed around you. He pulled you against his chest and released a long breath, resting his cheek on the crown of your head. His scrubs smelled faintly of antiseptic and the coffee he had probably reheated twice without finishing.

"I always got you," he murmured into your hair. "You know that, right?"

You nodded, hands tightening around his middle.

“You get worried about something like this, you come to me.” His palm moved once over your back. “You don’t have to sneak around the department stealing my residents."

A quiet laugh caught against his chest. “Okay.”

“I mean it, honey.” His voice softened. “This. Anything.”

“I know,” you whispered.

You felt his lips press to the top of your head, lingering there as he breathed you in, the room settling around you with only the sounds of the outside chaos muffled behind the door.

“Long day?” you murmured into his chest after a moment.

“The longest.”

You lifted your eyes to his, and just watched him for a long while, both of your eyes just looking at each other. You unlatched your fingers from where they'd been hooked around each other behind his back and slid them up his chest and around his neck, thumbs by his jaw, his prickly beard ticklish against your skin. His eyes were softening, his jaw unclenching, those tired lines on his face still dug deeper, but gentler now.

A thought flitted across your mind, then. The nervousness of the night, of what it would mean if you'd accidentally gotten pregnant… but… you'd never thought of whether or not either of you would ever want something like that.

You wondered if he had ever pictured it. Whether the careful tracking and the certainty in his voice came only from wanting to prevent it, or from knowing it was a conversation he meant to have with you someday.

Your brows pulled together.

"Have… you ever thought about—"

Behind him, movement crossed the narrow window in the exam-room door. A familiar face stopped on the other side.

Jack looked in through the glass, his brows drawn with curious concern as his eyes moved over the two of you.

Robby turned with you still held against him, glancing over his shoulder toward the other attending. Then he looked back down at you, expression still soft and gentle, but with a knew sort of mischief in his eyes you hadn't seen in the past few minutes.

“Guess he’s ready.” he said, his voice cracking with amusement.

You nodded. “Guess so.”

Your question could wait. It would wait.

Robby leaned down then, taking your lips between his for a long moment, and it felt like his entire day drained from him in one long, tired kiss. His beard brushed over your chin and tickled under your nose, his breath warm between you while his arms held you close. His lips were a little dry, his mouth lingering against yours before he finally pulled away.

You slipped from his hold and followed him toward the door, though it took a second for your feet to cooperate. Your body felt light, your thoughts reduced to a low static beneath the sudden rush of anticipation.

The thought of a pregnancy scare left your mind as you walked down the hall with Robby's arm still snug around you, Jack's back broad and shifting beneath his Figs scrubs top ahead of you.

It had been a while since you'd been shared again, here again, in what had been your old version of normalcy. And not knowing who it was—not being able to choose like you used to get away with… it felt exciting, it felt different. A start to a new normal. You wondered what this would look like— Jack taking the reins sometimes. What kind of choices he would make for you, how he would grow into this relationship, into this version of himself, and how you and Robby would make that room for him.

The last two weeks between Jack's first dinner with you and tonight had been slow moving and gentle. At first, the three of you had agreed that anything beyond heavy petting and kissing should happen with all of you under the same roof.

It hadn’t taken long to realize how difficult that would be to maintain.

So the rule had an amendment.

If one of them wasn’t there, there needed to be a text or a conversation first. Some acknowledgment that the third person was still part of what was happening, even from somewhere else.

Jack came to Robby’s often, keeping you company during the day before his shifts. Sometimes it was lunch followed by long naps on the couch. Sometimes you ended up straddling his lap at the kitchen table, kissing until his hands had worked beneath your shirt and the crumbs from lunch sat forgotten beside you. Other days, he only came by to walk through the neighborhood with you, the two of you circling the same few blocks before he had to leave again.

The waiting also created its own kind of denial.

Kissing was allowed when you were alone. So were hands beneath clothes, grinding against Jack’s thigh until your underwear was damp, Robby pinning you against the kitchen counter while Jack was working. But sex belonged to all three of you unless the other man knew what was happening and agreed to be left out of it.

A few days after that first night, Jack had been over while Robby was mid-shift, and he had sent a text.

It wasn’t exactly asking permission.

The photo had showed you in the bed, your cheek resting against the top of Jack’s clothed thigh while he lay back against the pillows. Your eyes were lifted toward the camera, wide and pleading, and your arms wrapped around his leg.

Robby’s reply had come less than a minute later.

Only if I get a video of your cock down her throat.

Which, of course, you and Jack had obliged.

Another night, Robby had been home with you while Jack was working. Robby stripped you down to your bra and underwear, tied your wrists and ankles to the bedposts, then called the attending anyway via Facetime.

The flash from the camera had burst white across your eyes, blinding you from the cocky grin on Robby's face.

“Aren’t you two supposed to be asleep?” you heard Jack ask through the phone, making you squirm.

“But look at her, brother.” Robby chuckled. “Can’t bear to leave her like this. She's fucking soaked through her panties over some grinding on my stomach. Look.”

The words had made humiliation and desperate, wanton need flush through you while Jack had gone quiet for a moment.

And then, his voice low, the sound of a door closing behind him, he said:

“Show me.”

Heat had swept across your skin while Robby moved the phone between your legs, bringing the camera close up, a shard of light spotlighted on your panties. He pulled them aside and played with you while Jack watched the slide of your soaked folds being touched by his deft fingers. Robby kept you balanced at the edge until your thighs shook and your pleas broke apart beneath the sound of both their voices.

Jack gave permission eventually.

Robby ended the call and fucked you deep into the mattress, each thrust driving the headboard into the wall until you thought the wood might split.

So walking toward this now—toward something that had once been normal between you and Robby, reshaped to hold Jack too—made anticipation buzz beneath your skin.

It was familiar enough that your body remembered what came next. Different enough that it didn’t know what to prepare for.

South Thirteen came into view at the end of the hall.

Jack stopped, holding the door open, and you smiled widely at him, your skin feeling more jittery with every bouncing step inside.

“Someone’s a little excited,” he teased as you passed.

You could only nod, a giggle slipping out when his eyes narrowed and his cheeks tightened around a closed smile.

Robby followed you inside. Once Jack shut the door and drew the curtains across the windows, the room settled into a muted quiet. The department still moved beyond the walls—voices carrying past the door, the squeak of rubber wheels over tile, a monitor beeping steadily close by—but all of it sounded farther away now.

You stood beside the bed, your fingers worrying the fabric of your skirt while you waited.

"Remember what we talked about?" Robby asked, his arms folded across his chest.

Jack was making his way to the rolling stool, hooking up the stirrups of the hospital bed, nodding.

“Have a look. Get her warmed up. Then go collect our guest.”

"You're forgetting something." Robby said.

Jack looked up at him, then over at you, still standing beside the bed and waiting to be told what to do.

“How…” Your mouth had gone dry. “How would you like me, Dr. Abbot?”

Heat spread across your face the moment the words left you.

Jack’s expression changed, his attention settled fully on you now, the amusement tightening into something more focused.

“Would you get me my gloves, sweetheart?” he asked. “Size seven and a half.”

You hurried toward the wall where Robby stood beside the glove dispensers. His smile had already turned fond, touched with amusement as he watched you become more embarrassed beneath both their stares.

You bit your lip. “S’cuse me.”

Robby moved so he was more in the way than not, only to make it worse, placing himself directly beneath the box you needed.

You gave him a narrow look.

His smile widened.

“Pretend I’m not even here,” he said cheekily.

You rose onto your toes and reached around him, your breasts brushing over his folded arms while you fought to pull the gloves free without dropping them. Robby’s eyes stayed on your face the entire time.

When you turned around, Jack was smiling too.

Cocky. Pleased with himself already.

They were going to be the death of you.

You knew better than to say anything petulant. Not wanting any sort of reprimand or punishment, you simply crossed the room and held the pair of blue gloves out to Jack instead.

"Good girl." he said with a smile, chin tilted up at you, then jerking to the hospital bed. "Up, please."

You made a show of squeezing between his knees and the raised stirrups, letting your knees brush against him on the way past. Jack’s gaze dropped for only a second before returning to your face, mischief sitting bright in his eyes.

Finally, you pushed yourself up onto the edge of the bed, and let your legs dangle over the edge.

"Lay back, shoes off and feet in the rests for me, sweetheart." he said. He sounded so clinical, so calm—just like the hot doctor fantasy you'd always had.

You kicked your shoes off, and Jack's hand found the delicate arch of your foot to help you into the rests.

"Scooch down, there you go, good girl, that's it." he said sweetly as you moved to be in front of him.

"She really dressed nice for you tonight, huh, Abbot?" Robby said from the other side of the room. You looked around your legs at him as Jack began pushing your skirt up, bunching it over your hips.

"Oh, yes she did." Jack said when he took a look under the pretty skirt you'd chosen. "And look at that."

You let your head fall back onto the mattress, embarrassment making you squirm a little in the bed.

Robby let out a low whistle, coming to stand next to the other attending.

“Oh, honey…” He shook his head slowly. “You’re gonna be the death of us one of these days.”

You didn't mention how you'd had that exact thought only a few minutes ago as Jack’s thumb pressed into the inside of your thigh.

“Not if she keeps following directions this well.”

You covered your face with both hands and shook your head. “Please don't."

The snap of Jack’s gloves had your knees falling farther apart before he even asked. The reaction came so quickly that both men noticed, like it was pavlovian, instinctual.

A single gloved finger slid down the center of your slick, bare pussy.

Robby’s voice lowered.

“Did he ask you to do this, honey?” His hand settled against your bent knee. “Were you such a good listener that you left your panties at home?”

You shook your head.

"No?" Robby chuckled.

“Told her to give them to me at the restaurant,” Jack answered for you.

You peered through the gaps between your fingers. He was looking down at you with his lower lip caught between his teeth.

“Fuck,” Robby muttered from beside him.

Jack hummed, the sound low in his throat, and slid two gloved fingers through your wet folds. They moved easily, parting you with a slick drag from your entrance to your clit and back again, gathering everything you had made him through the evening. The room caught every obscene pass of his hand, and both men groaned at the sound of the shlick arousal as his gloved fingers pushed just barely inside of you.

Your hands fell from your face and slapped down against the mattress when Jack pushed in to his first joints. The stretch came slowly, two thick fingers held together inside your entrance while your body tightened around them.

“Oh, yeah,” Jack sighed, watching you take him. “There we go.”

“Curl your fingers—”

Jack looked over his shoulder, one brow raised. “Sorry, who’s doing this assessment right now?”

Robby lifted both hands and stepped back from the bed. “You’re right, you’re right. Got carried away.” The laugh beneath his words did nothing to hide how closely he was watching.

“Thank you.” Jack returned his attention to the place between your legs, his fingers still resting inside you. “Gotta get you nice and ready, sweetheart.”

Your hips jumped beneath his hand when his thumb brushed your clit. The contact was light, barely more than the pad of his thumb finding the swollen point of you, but it sent a jolt through your stomach.

“Oh—right there, Jackie—”

His eyes lifted to yours. “You’re not usually so demanding, sweetheart.”

“M’sorry,” you mewled, already trying to tilt yourself harder into his hand. “Just—just feels so nice. I want more.”

“I’m sure you do.” He cooed, sweet enough to make the reprimand tingle through your skin, then eased his fingers deeper. The second joint pushed through with a thick pull of your walls, your thighs tensing and your toes curling in the stirrups. He drew them back until only the tips remained, then pressed them in again, slower this time, letting your body stretch around each inch.

Your palms struck the bed again, and you whined.

A sharp click of teeth came from the corner. “Behave yourself,” Robby hissed a warning.

You pouted, but forced yourself still.

Jack’s thumb pressed harder against your clit, pushing the hood back until the small bundle sat exposed beneath the slick surface of his glove. The air against it felt cool after the heat of his hand, enough to make your legs shiver where they rested open.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Breathe.” His fingers stayed buried while his thumb moved in a tight stroke over you. “I know my fingers are a lot, huh? How do they feel?”

Your breath caught in a small hiccup when he pushed all the way until you sat fully on his knuckles, the meat of his palm pressed close. The fullness was more than you expected, even though it wasn't the first time, it always felt like it. They were thick enough that your muscles clamped down around him before slowly giving way.

“Fuck,” you squealed. “So—so thick.”

“Yeah?” His voice softened further. “They feel good, don't they?”

“Yes.” you whimpered.

“How about this?”

He curled both fingers.

The pressure caught inside you so sharply that your head lifted from the mattress. Before you could brace, he began working them in earnest, quick drags over the same tender place with each firm motion. His wrist flexed between your thighs, the heel of his hand knocking lightly against you while his other palm came down across your lower stomach, holding your pelvis flat to the bed.

You squealed like a cat, mewling and crying out. He picked up in speed, yanking his fingers— and the position left you nowhere to move. Every attempt to buck only pressed you harder into his fingers, the hooked tips pulling against you while the weight of his hand kept your hips pinned. Your feet shook against the stirrups. Your stomach tightened beneath his palm.

"Sh, sh, sh," Robby said from the corner, "Don't make me come over there and put something in your mouth to quiet you."

You almost wished he would, but you couldn't answer, because your orgasm was quick approaching—

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Jack!" you cried.

"That's it, that's it, your pussy is so perfect, sweetheart, squeezing my fingers so good. Ellis isn't gonna know what hit her—"

Your moans caught, your eyes snapping open.

Jack smiled when he saw the recognition cross your face. He tilted his head without slowing his hand, then rose from the stool and leaned over you, pushing more weight into your hips while keeping his fingers buried and moving.

“Oh?” he murmured. “Did I forget to mention who your first resident back is?”

“Jaaack—”

Your hands came up around his forearm, gripping the tight muscle where he held your hips down. His wrist kept flexing between your legs, each movement yanking another helpless sound from you.

“Oh, I know, sweetheart.” His mouth pulled into a mocking pout. “I know.”

He pushed deeper and curled again.

“She’s gonna fucking love you. She’s gonna love this pussy just like we do.”

Your eyes stayed fixed on his face while the heat climbed through your stomach. Your legs had begun to tremble hard enough that the stirrups shifted against their hinges. You glanced toward Robby, catching the dark focus in his eyes.

“Can I—” Your voice broke. “Can I please come? Oh, God, please.”

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” Jack demanded.

Your eyes returned to his.

“Want you to come all over my fingers.” His thumb pressed down harder while his fingers hooked inside you, wrenching them back and forth with force. “Want you to fucking soak them. Your pretty pussy wants it so bad, doesn’t she? I can feel how bad.”

Your breath left you in short cries just as he pushed his thumb harder into your sensitive clit.

“Oh, yes. Yeah, right there, huh?” His hand kept the same punishing rhythm. “That’s the spot. C’mon now, come for Jackie.”

Your back arched from the mattress. Your eyes rolled shut, and the sound that tore out of you was loud enough to carry through the curtains and into the hall.

Robby was beside the bed in seconds.

His hand covered your mouth, so broad it covered the entire lower half across your lips and cheeks, catching the next cry against his palm while your orgasm broke through you. Your body clenched hard around Jack’s fingers, hips jerking beneath the hand pinning you down. Spit slipped warm from the corner of your mouth and tracked along Robby’s thumb while the two of them held you through it—Jack working every pulse from your body, Robby keeping your cries muffled against his skin.

As your breathing slowed and your mewling cries softened into dreamy sighs, Robby’s hand eased from your face. His palm moved over your cheek instead, brushing back the hair stuck damply to your forehead before he leaned down to kiss your temple.

"Little loud, honey," he chuckled in your ear. You pushed your shoulder up into the side of your head, giggling breathlessly as his mustache tickled your earlobe.

“Not used to having to keep her quiet,” Jack laughed.

He pulled his fingers from you, the latex dragging slickly through the last tight clench of your body. Your feet twitched in the stirrups, a soft whine leaving you at the sudden emptiness.

“C'mon, sweetheart. Up you go.”

He helped your feet out of the rests, your muscles weak and shaking when one of his hands closed around your forearm and helped pull you upright. The room tipped for half a second as you rose, your muscles still loose from your orgasm, and Jack steadied you until you were seated at the edge of the bed.

His other hand was already waiting—the two gloved fingers pushing between your parted lips, the latex made slippery with your arousal. You closed your mouth around them eagerly, licking into the space between his digits and gathering the taste from each crease. The tips pressed against the back of your tongue, drawing a gag and a small whine from your throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jack groaned.

His eyes stayed fixed on your open mouth, watching your tongue slide in and out between his fingers.

“You really just do this and go about your shift?”

“Most of the time, yeah,” Robby chuckled. “We’ll have our fun later.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will.” Jack’s mouth twisted. “I have to wait a whole twelve hours, apparently.”

The put-upon edge to his voice made you smile around his fingers.

You wrapped your hand around the thick joint of his wrist, keeping him where he was while you drew his fingers from your mouth. Then you flattened your tongue against them, licking long stripes from the base of his knuckles to the tips.

“When you get home…” You paused to lap between his fingers. “You and I can have fun.”

You turned your head toward Robby, leaving Jack’s hand suspended beside your mouth.

“Right, Robby?”

“Sure, honey.” he said, his eyes darkening.

Robby’s gaze stayed on you while Jack latched his wet fingers around your jaw, turning you back toward him. His thumb pressed into one cheek, the other fingers slick against the opposite side, and then his mouth was on yours.

The kiss was hungry from the start. His lips parted yours, his tongue pushing in to taste what remained on your mouth. One hand stayed fixed around your face while the other settled heavily against your thigh.

“Patience is a virtue, Abbot.” Robby shook his head and started toward the door.

Jack broke away from you, listening to the other attending but still looking at you intensely.

“One that pays off especially well in this dynamic,” Robby added reaching for the curtain at the windows. “I promise.”

That was enough to make Jack step away from you, though reluctantly. He licked his lips, his pupils blown wide, the front of his pants pulled tight enough that Robby’s eyes dropped toward it.

“You may want to…” Robby dipped his chin, a laugh catching low in his chest. “Take a moment.”

“Could take care of it right here.”

“Jack.” The warning sat plainly in Robby’s voice.

Jack’s smug grin only widened. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.”

“Poor choice of words.” the other attending chortled.

Jack glanced back at him with a smile, then turned toward you one last time.

“I’ll send Ellis in, sweetheart.” His eyes moved slowly over your bare legs and the skirt still bunched around your hips where you sat waiting. “Don’t forget to come say goodbye before you leave.”

“Yes, Jack,” you murmured.

You swung your feet as they hung over the side of the bed, your heels knocking against the metal frame in steady clunks.

Both men paused at the doorway to look back at you.

The matching satisfaction on their faces made heat collect beneath your skin all over again.

And then they were gone.

You’d righted your clothes and leaned back against the hospital bed while you waited, the noise of the department swelling and lulling around the little bubble of South Thirteen. Voices passed the door, wheels rattled over the floor, then faded again.

Sitting still proved impossible. You kept smoothing at nonexistent wrinkles in your chiffon skirt, picking at the edge of one nail, shifting until the paper beneath you crackled. Nothing felt comfortable for more than a few seconds.

By the time the door opened, you were already halfway to your feet, ready to go find Robby and ask whether it was time to call the whole thing and go home.

"Hey, I'm so sorry—"

Ellis slipped inside breathless, one hand still on the door behind her. Her braids had been gathered into a high knot, and she wore black scrubs over a lavender shirt, the sleeves pushed partway up her forearms. Her almond-shaped eyes looked heavier than the last time you’d seen her, the lids lowered with exhaustion, but they found you immediately.

“Hi—oh, it’s okay.” You sat straighter on the edge of the bed. “I was just worried something happened.”

She walked straight toward you without hesitation, the easy sway of her body loosening some of the tension wound through yours.

“There’s a guy in North Five I’ve been tryna discharge for hours, but he keeps thinking of new things wrong with him.” Her mouth pulled to one side, those pillowy lips trying and failing to hold a flat expression. “Like he wants to stay in this hellhole.”

You smiled, watching her hop onto the bed beside you before she let out a long breath.

“Tell him he’s gotta start paying rent soon.” You laughed, then looked her over again, taking in the fatigue settled around her eyes. “Wait, were you on days today?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Pulling a double.”

“You’re insane.”

“Possibly.”

Ellis tipped her head back toward the ceiling and closed her eyes, letting her head lull side to side with a stretch. The movement exposed the clean line of her throat above the collar of her undershirt, her cheekbones catching beneath the fluorescent light, and then she turned her face toward you again.

“Can we lie down?” she asked, looking at the mattress. “Don’t think I’m gonna get another chance.”

"Oh!" you said, too busy staring at her, "Yeah, yeah."

The two of you moved until you were lying side by side. You folded your hands over your stomach, but the stiffness in your arms gave you away, your elbows held close to your sides.

She was so near that you could feel her arm brushing against yours, could smell the shea butter that clung faintly to her skin beneath the sharper smells of the hospital. There was coconut too, maybe from her body wash, softened now by antiseptic and the hours she’d spent moving between patients.

“I won’t bite, you know,” she murmured. "I mean, unless you ask me to."

When you looked over, she was smiling. The exhaustion still sat in the heavy hood of her eyes, but amusement warmed them, catching there the same way it had beneath the colored lights the last time you’d gone out together.

You sighed, letting your mouth pull into a little bashful grin, looking away. “I know.”

You gathered your courage and turned onto your side to face her, propping your head in one hand, your elbow sinking into the pillow beside her head.

“I only have a few minutes,” she whispered, her gaze lowering to your mouth.

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, nerves fluttering through your stomach and down into your hands. “Okay.”

“You look really pretty today,” she said, even quieter.

Your smile widened before you could stop it. Heat crept up your neck, and you glanced down at your silk shirt where it had twisted across your chest when you rolled toward her. From where Ellis lay, the neckline had shifted enough to give her a generous view.

“Yeah?” Your voice barely carried between you.

She nodded.

Her eyes moved over your face once more, slower now. You noticed how soft hers became when she wasn’t trying to hide behind that deadpan look, how the corners tipped downward in a way that made her seem thoughtful even while she stared openly at your lips.

The two of you stayed like that for another moment, close enough that either one of you could have closed the distance.

“Can I touch you?” she asked.

You nodded.

Ellis brought her hand up, hesitating only for a moment before letting it settle against your face. The soft pads of her fingers touched your brow first, then drifted lower along your cheekbone. She tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and traced the line of your jaw, her touch so light that you found yourself leaning into it without meaning to.

You watched her pretty almond eyes study you. Watched her tongue slip out to wet her lips when her fingers moved over your bottom one, then traced the cupid’s bow of the top. You pursed your mouth enough to kiss the tip of her finger and held her gaze while you did it, catching the way her pupils widened, the way her next breath came a little deeper.

"I've never been with a girl before," you whispered.

"S'okay," Ellis said back, shaking her head a little, "You don't have to do anything today, just let me take care of you."

You nodded, the last little bit of nerves leaving your body at her words. With all the unease finally drained from you, you leaned in, and took her lips in yours.

She was so fucking soft.

Her lips were every bit as pillowy as you had imagined, moisturized and easy beneath yours, so different from what you were used to. There was no scrape of beard against your chin, no five o’clock shadow catching beneath your nose. Only the smooth press of her mouth, the soft give of it when you kissed her deeper.

She breathed you in, and the hand that had been tracing your face slid behind your head, her fingers settling into your hair to keep you close while her mouth moved against yours. Her nails grazed your scalp before she gave the strands a light pull, tipping your head back enough to pull a gasp from you. Ellis took it from your mouth, her tongue slipping beneath your top lip to trace the tender skin. Your tongue dipped to meet hers, slick and tentative at first, then pressing closer until both of you let out quiet moans.

Your body had begun to squirm beside her, your knees shifting against the sheet while heat gathered low in your stomach. Every soft drag of her lips felt sharper for the lack of roughness, her cheek smooth where it pressed against yours, her fingers firm in your hair.

“Why don’t you go ahead and use my thigh, baby girl?” she murmured against your mouth. “Can tell you’re already all worked up, hm?”

She eased her thigh between your legs, the pressure making your breath catch. You lifted the hem of your skirt with one hand and shifted your knee over hers, the fabric gathering high around your hips.

“M’not—” you gasped when Ellis kissed the corner of your mouth.

She hummed and continued along your jaw, each kiss wet enough to cool against your skin once her lips moved on. Her mouth found the side of your neck, lingering there while you tried again.

“I don’t want to ruin your scrubs.”

Ellis pulled back just enough to look at you. “What do you mean?”

You reached for the wrist still braced behind your head and guided her hand down. Her fingers slid beneath the bunched chiffon, over the warm skin of your inner thigh, until her palm found your bare center.

She went still.

“Shit.” Her breath drew in sharply, her head pulling back so she could look at your face. Her hand remained cupped against you, close enough that the smallest shift of your hips made your slick folds drag over the pads of her fingertips. “I never knew you were such a bad girl.”

"Not bad," you pouted, kissing her lips as if asking for forgiveness, "Jack took them."

"Aw," she cooed, kissing you back, "It's okay, here, let me take these off."

You nodded, and she worked her scrub pants down over her hips, the fabric catching briefly against her thighs before she shoved it lower. She wore simple black panties beneath, cheeky and comfortable looking, the skin of her thick thighs so pretty in the light. “Don’t need you gettin’ any germs from my day on you anyway, baby girl.”

The mattress shifted beneath both of you when she settled back onto her side. She looked down between your bodies, then guided her knee higher.

“Okay,” she murmured. “Go on.”

Her thigh pressed into the crux of your legs, soft skin meeting your already swollen folds. The contact made you gasp. You were still tender from Jack’s fingers, every nerve left close to the surface, and the warmth of her skin spread through you where you opened around her.

Your hips moved before you thought about it. The first drag was slow, your arousal smearing across the smooth plane of her thigh while your clit caught against the muscle beneath. You shuddered and did it again, pressing down harder this time. The movement pulled at your stomach, a thick stroke of pressure that made your toes curl on the mattress.

“You really are a good listener,” she murmured.

Ellis took your face between both hands and kissed you harder. Her thumbs pressed near the hinges of your jaw while her tongue pushed into your mouth, keeping you there as your hips found a rhythm against her thigh. Each roll left you wetter, the slick friction spreading warm between you, your breath breaking into her mouth whenever the pressure landed exactly where you needed it.

You whined and moaned, and soon she was bringing her hands down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it above your head.

"Don't know the next time I'll be able to see these beautiful tits, baby girl, let me see 'em," she muttered, her palms immediately finding your bare breasts the moment they hit the air, warm against the cool room.

"Let me touch you—wanna make you feel good," you panted between moans, reaching for her scrubs.

"You are making me feel good," she teased her fingers pinching and rolling your nipples, making your back arch into her, "Gonna be thinking about this for weeks."

Her thigh flexed beneath you, and your breath caught.

“If only I had my fucking strap right now.”

The words made your skin rise in gooseflesh, your eyes rolling back when the firm ridge of muscle caught your clit, the words and pressure mixing together in a delicious way. Your rhythm faltered, then turned rougher, your hips grinding down with less control as slick heat dragged over her skin.

“You wanna come on my thigh, baby girl?” she murmured, catching your bottom lip between her teeth. Her one hand was back in your hair against the pillows where you'd laid back down, and the other squeezed the globe of your breast, thumb brushing over the nipple again. “That what you need?”

"Oh, god, please," you moaned, "feels so gooood, Parker."

“Fuck.” Her breathing hitched, “Love hearing you say my name like that. Ask me again.”

“Parkerrr,” you whined, the syllables stretching when she tensed her thigh beneath you. “Please let me come.”

“Just from riding my thigh?” She clicked her tongue. “Needy little thing.”

You nodded quickly, mouth open, every breath coming thinner.

“Go on, then.” Her hand slid to your hip and pulled you harder across her. “Wanna feel your pussy take what she needs. Come for me, baby girl.”

Your mouth fell open before the cry tore out of you. The tight coil in your belly snapped, your whole body freezing against hers while pleasure pulsed through your clit in sharp waves. Your pussy clenched around nothing, thighs tightening around Parker’s leg as your muscles locked up. She kept moving you anyway, hand firmly on your hip, rocking you through the orgasm.

Her mouth hung open with yours, both of you breathing the same air as she watched every shudder move through you.

When the tension finally left your muscles, you sagged against her. Your breathing came back in small pulls, and Parker kissed you softly, her tongue brushing over your parted lips before she drew away.

You smiled, a little dazed. “That was… very fast. I’m sorry.”

Her smile widened. “Could’ve made you come even faster with my strap, I bet.”

“Cocky,” you chastised.

You started to sit up, but her hand that was in your hair held you where you were.

“Ah, ah—”

You stopped.

“Who’s gonna clean up your mess?”

Your eyes widened. When you shifted your leg away and looked down, you saw what she meant.

Your arousal had smeared along the length of her thigh, shining against her skin. Parker dragged one finger slowly through it, that you watched the slick gather over the pad before she brought it to her mouth. She moaned around the digit, and then her hand in your hair guided you down to her thigh.

You didn’t hesitate, your tongue flattening against her skin, licking up the wet trail you had left there. The salt of her skin mixed with the musk of your own arousal, warm against your mouth while her fingers tightened lightly at the back of your head.

Even after you had cleaned her skin, you kept going. You pressed kisses higher and higher, following the line of her thigh up to the edge of her black panties. Your eyes lifted to her face, taking in her expression: lips parted, heavy eyes on you while her chest rose beneath her scrubs.

“Will you show me?” you whispered, your mouth close to the fabric. “Next time?”

A knock landed against the door. Shit.

"Ellis!"

It was Dana.

“Patient in North Five is askin’ for ya.”

Parker groaned and threw her head back. The arousal dropped out of her expression in an instant, replaced by a deep furrow between her brows and a pout pulling at her lips. "Ughhhhh…"

You giggled and kissed over the edge of her underwear, then higher, skipping the fabric of her scrubs until your mouth found her neck. You nipped beneath her jaw before reaching her lips again.

She kissed you back, both hands cupping your face now, gentler than before.

“To—be—” You kissed her between words. “Continued.”

Parker let out a real laugh that crinkled her eyes and softened her face, kissing you again, slower this time around her smile, taking what little was left before the hospital pulled her back out of the room.

It wasn't long that the two of you were dressed again, and she was saying her farewells. As she turned to leave the room, Robby had opened the door, looking between the two of you with his Carhartt jacket on, his backpack over his shoulders and two helmets in his hands, his eyes flitting between the two of you.

“Have a good night, doc,” Ellis chirped as she slipped past him.

“You… too,” he said, a little amused, watching her go.

Then his eyes came back to you, a knowing smile pulling at one corner of his mouth.

“Ready, honey?”

You nodded and crossed the room to him, still trying to school your face into something less obvious.

He didn’t comment. He only shifted the helmets into one hand, slid his other arm around you, and guided you out of the ED.

tysm for reading! im sorry for keeping it pretty tame - I don't want every chapter to be the same (in terms of smut) and I've only ever been with a girl one time so was just trying to keep it in my lane of knowledge 😅

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