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Brienne of tarth/Larissa Weems
Shadows of the night (Brienne)
You can't change who you are (Brienne)
Part 1 Part 2
The promise we couldn't keep (Brienne)
Fire will rain tonight
I need a favor (Brienne)
Part 1 Part 2
Taxi driver (Larissa) 🔞
Melissa Schemmenti
Too old for this s**t
A Blessing from God
A night to remember?
Part 1 Part 2
I'd do it all over again if you're with me
Prequel
The most wonderful time of the year?
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
The Schemmenti Sisters 🔞
Let me remind you 🔞
The perfect gift 🔞
I'm here to help
Since words are not enough to explain how much I love you, let me show you
Summary:you were not expecting, that the person that the hospital sent to replace your brother while he was away, was your ex wife.
Warnings:infertility talks, blood(is the ER), insults, depression.
Type:hurt/confort/family/short (for what I usually post)
AN:I'm watching the Pitt and I really want to write about them, specially Baran, Dana and Cassie so if you want, you can send requests about them!
Also if someone wants to be tagged on the Pitt stories you can tell me 💕
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You were with both of your headphones on, eyes closed and your head moving softly side to side, your leg bouncing lightly off the floor of the break room
-"So bye bye miss American Pie..."-the song lightly flooded your mind, it was a song you always listened to when you were a bit stressed. The night had been complete chaos, well the usual chaos of the ER, you just needed a moment to breath and finish your juice box.
A light tap on the tip of your nose made you open your eyes, you smiled softly seeing Dana in front of you
-"Hey Kiddo, you still with us?" - she asked dropping the nicotine gum she was chewing on the trash can and getting a new pot of coffee ready
-"Hey D, I still have two more hours left..."-you murmured taking off one of the headphones-"Did my brother arrived?" - you asked. You were on the night shift just for today, and as always, the last hours were torture
-"I don't think so, I haven't heard a 'death trap' arrive so that means that he is not here yet" - she said and you laughed softly
-"I have a bike too, you know?" - you murmured putting your headphones on the case and slipping them on your pocket
-"And I still think it's stupid for both of you" - she smiled and grabbed your showlders as you both exited the room back to the ER
-"Maybe I will go crazy like him and take a sabbatical to drive my bike all around America" - you teased and she slapped your shoulder
-"One Robinavitch out at a time please, my heart can't handle being worried about both of you at the same time" - she joked placing the coffe on her station and you put your glasses on smiling
-"Fair, I will wait for him to come back and then I will be the one making your heart race" - you teased-"I hope his replacement it's a bit less grumpy that my brother, and less stubborn too" - you said
-"I think you are asking for a miracle" - she joked
-"Yeah, but the least I can do is dream" - you smiled-"Where do I go?" - you asked looking at the screen and waiting for her instructions. Dana snorted, shaking her head as she pointed to a room
-"Trauma Two. Guy with two fingers detached from his dominant right hand. He swears he 'barely touched' the saw"-
You sighed dramatically- "They always barely touch it" - You laughed under your breath, adjusting your glasses as you started toward Trauma Two.
-"You know" -Dana called after you-"if you're lucky, Robby'll get here before shift change" -
-"Lucky? Lucky will be if I manage to slip out before I see his grumpy face"-you teased
-"If you see him, he can take over the paperwork"-
-"Now that's a miracle"-
Dana pointed a finger at you-"Don't get cocky, Kiddo" -Before you could answer, the familiar hiss of the ambulance bay doors echoed through the ER. Someone at the front desk looked up.
-"Day shift's here"-The department shifted almost imperceptibly. Fresh scrubs. New faces filtering in. Night staff exchanging tired nods with the people relieving them. You barely paid attention. Until Dana did. She was halfway through scribbling something on a chart when her pen stopped.
-"...Well" -
You frowned-"What?"-Dana didn't answer immediately. Instead, her eyes stayed fixed on the entrance. The smile she'd been wearing a second ago faded into something... cautious. You followed her gaze. Robby had just walked in, helmet tucked under one arm, already arguing with one of the paramedics before he'd even reached the desk. You smiled instinctively-"There's my pain in the ass"-Dana didn't laugh. Your smile faltered confused until you saw someone else exit one of the bays. Standing a few feet behind your brother, removing her gloves with practiced ease, was a woman you knew so well that your heart recognized her before your mind allowed itself to. Dark curls pulled back. Hospital ID clipped neatly to fresh black scrubs. She was speaking with charge, nodding as if she'd always belong there. As if years hadn't passed.
Dr. Al-Hashimi. Your lungs forgot how to work. No. No, she was supposed to be hundreds of miles away. She wasn't supposed to be here. Nobody told you. Nobody warned you. Your fingers tightened unconsciously around the little juice box still in your hand until the cardboard crinkled. Dana looked at you immediately.
-"...Kiddo"-You couldn't answer, only frown. Across the ER, Al-Hashimi accepted a patient's chart from one of the residents. She turned. Her eyes drifted across the department without really seeing anyone. Then they landed on you.
Everything stopped. Not the monitors. Not the overhead pages. Not the nurses weaving around stretchers. Just the two of you. Recognition hit her like she'd walked into a wall. The color drained from her face. For one impossible second, neither of you moved. You just tightened your jaw.
She looked exactly as you remembered. Just... older around the eyes. More tired. She opened her mouth, almost imperceptibly.
Then the patient on the bay two chose that exact moment to scream. That shattered the silence between you. You flinched. Someone called your name from Trauma Two. The spell broke.
Al-Hashimi lowered her gaze first, swallowing hard before turning back to the nurse with a professionalism so practiced it almost looked effortless. Almost. Dana stepped a little closer to you, her voice low enough that only you could hear.
-"...They didn't tell you, did they?"-she whispered
-"Does it look like they told me?" - you asked pissed
-"Jesus, you and your brother have the same charm" - she teased you and patted you back as you entered bay two, she watched you disappear behind the curtain before letting out a quiet breath-"...Yeah" -she muttered to herself-"Definitely siblings"-
The patient was pale, sweating, clutching his right wrist with his left hand while a paramedic held a blood-soaked towel over what was left of two fingers
-"Good morning, my name is doctor Robinavitch, I will be assisting you today, let's see what we have here" - you said sitting on the chair next to his hand
-"I barely touched the saw"- the man insisted through gritted teeth
You didn't even look up from pulling on gloves-"They always barely touch the saw"-The paramedic snorted
-"It kicked back"-the patient insisted
-"Of course it did"-You peeled the towel away carefully. The room immediately smelled sharper. Blood. Bone. Fresh-cut tissue. Your brain welcomed it. Medicine was easy. Medicine had protocols.
Medicine didn't suddenly walk back into your life wearing black scrubs and the same wedding band she used to spin around her finger whenever she was thinking. No. She wasn't wearing it anymore. Neither were you.
-"Doctor?"-You blinked. The nurse was looking at you.
-"Sorry"-You reached for the detached fingers resting in a sterile bag of ice-"How long ago?"-
-"Twenty-three minutes"-
"Good"-You nodded once-"Page plastics. Keep the hand elevated. Pain meds. Flush the fingers with saline. Let's see if we can give this guy his fingers back."-
The patient looked at you hopefully-"Can you?"-
You offered the practiced smile every ER doctor learned-"We're going to do everything we can"-It wasn't a promise. You'd stopped making promises years ago.
Across the department. Al-Hashimi wasn't hearing a single word the charge nurse was saying-"...You'll be in Trauma Four with Dr...Dr. Al-Hashimi?"-
She blinked-"I'm sorry?"-
-"I said you'll be with Dr. Collins until orientation's finished"-
-"Right" -Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears-"...Of course"-She signed the paperwork automatically.
-"...You okay?"-the nurse asked. She almost answered yes. Instead, her eyes drifted, almost involuntarily, toward the curtain where you'd disappeared.
-"...Who's in Trauma Two?"-
The nurse glanced over-"Robby's sister... They call her 'Ro' because another 'Robby' would be confusing..." - she explained
-"I know" -The words escaped before she could stop them. The nurse frowned.
-"You two know each other?"-
Al-Hashimi swallowed-"...We used to work together in another hospital..."-
Twenty minutes later. The fingers had been wrapped. Plastics had arrived. The patient was headed upstairs. You stripped off your gloves, rubbing sanitizer into your hands harder than necessary.
-"Nice save" -the plastics fellow said.
-"Thanks" -
-"You heading home?"-
-"After I finish charting" - you let out a humorless laugh
-"You look exhausted" - he murdered
-"I am" - He smiled sympathetically before disappearing down the hallway. You leaned both palms against the workstation. Just breathe. Two hours. Just survive two more hours. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard completing your charts.
Then a voice. Quiet. Careful. Like speaking too loudly might shatter glass.
-"...You still drink those."-You froze. There it was. That voice. You hadn't heard it in years. Not in person. Not since the night she'd packed the last box into her car. You didn't turn around. Your eyes stayed fixed on the chart in front of you. The little juice box still sat beside the keyboard. Your grip tightened around the mouse. Silence. You heard her shift her weight-"I didn't know you still worked nights"-
-"I don't.-Another silence. Long enough for a monitor somewhere to alarm twice-"I just picked one up"-
-"...I see"-Nothing. Neither of you knew where to put the years. Finally, she spoke again-"...You look..."-She stopped herself. You let out a humorless laugh
-"Don't"-
-"I'm just..."-she mumbled
-"Don't tell me I look good" - you said without looking at her
Her throat tightened-"I wasn't going to"-
-"What are you doing here doctor?"-you murmured. That almost hurt more, you couldn't even say her name or look at her
-"I got called to replace your brother while he was out..." - she explained, you knew that
-"I mean what are you doing talking to me..."-You finally turned. The distance between you couldn't have been more than six feet. It felt like another country. She looked at you fully now. The tiny scar above your eyebrow. The glasses she'd always teased you about, that she loved seeing you in those. The exhaustion you hid from everyone else
-"I wanted to see if we could get along while we work together" - she said with those big brown shiny eyes that used to own your heart
-"Just stay out of my way and we will be okey" - you murmured passing beside her bumping your shoulder against her to be able to walk away. Your shoulder clipped hers. Not hard. Just enough that she had to take half a step back. She didn't stop you. Didn't reach for your arm. Didn't say your name. She just stood there, watching you disappear into the current of stretchers, nurses, and monitors. For a long moment, she didn't move. Then she closed her eyes.
-"...Yeah" -she whispered to no one-"I deserved that"-
You didn't look back. You refused. If you looked back, you might remember too much.
The tiny apartment with the yellow kitchen light.
Her stealing your hoodies because they smelled like you.
The way she'd rest her head on your shoulder after thirty-hour shifts and mumble, "Five more minutes."
The nursery. God... The nursery. You'd painted it yourselves. Soft sage green. One wall had tiny stars because she'd insisted babies needed something to look at. You'd spent an entire Saturday arguing over whether the crib should face the window.
It had never held a baby. When the last IVF cycle failed... You'd come home carrying takeout because neither of you had the energy to cook. She'd walked into that room. Stared at the empty crib. Then quietly closed the door. After that... She stopped talking. Not overnight. Little by little.
She picked up extra shifts.
Then conferences.
Then research.
You'd wake up alone.
Go to bed alone.
Eat dinner alone.
Until one night she'd admitted, without even looking at you - "I don't know how to be here anymore"-
You'd asked if she still loved you. She'd cried. She never answered. A month later... She was gone.
-"You good?"-You blinked coming back to the present. Dana was handing you another chart-"You've been staring at that blood pressure for a full minute" -
You looked down. 128/76. Right-"I'm good"-
She didn't buy it for a second-"You want me to switch assignments?"-
-"No" - you quickly answer
-"You sure?"-Dana studied your face-"...You don't have to prove anything"-
-"I know"-you stole her pen to sing some prescriptions
-"But you're going to anyway" - You gave the tiniest shrug.
-"I'm already here... Besides I was here first, I won't hide to avoid her, she is the guest here, not me" - you said frowning
She sighed-"Robinavitch stubbornness" -
-"It's genetic" - you replied
-"Unfortunately" - That earned the ghost of a smile. Just enough that Dana relaxed a inch.
Across the department, Al-Hashimi was reviewing imaging when Robby wandered over, helmet hair still refusing to obey gravity. He glanced between her and the spot where you'd disappeared
-"...That went well" -She didn't answer-"You know" -he continued-"when she says 'okay,' that's usually the polite version of 'fuck you' because we are at the ER"-he said
-"I noticed" - she didn't looked at him. He crossed his arms.
-"I almost didn't recognize you"-She looked at him-"You've got more gray" -
-"So do you... And more depressed"-A dry laugh escaped both of them. It lasted all of two seconds.
Then Robby's expression settled into something more serious-"I didn't know they were hiring you..."-
-"I know" - she said. Silence. Finally, he asked the question he'd been carrying since she walked through the doors
-"...Why'd you come back?"-She looked across the ER. Not at him. At you. You were laughing politely at something a nurse had said, though anyone who knew you well could tell it wasn't reaching your eyes. Her own softened with something painfully close to regret.
-"I told myself it was for the job"-Robby didn't say anything. She swallowed-"...I'm starting to think I lied to myself"-
Robby let that sit between them. Then, in a voice that was calm but unmistakably protective, he said-"Whatever you're hoping for..."-She looked at him-"...Don't expect her to make this easy."-
A bitter smile tugged at her lips-"I don't" -
-"No" -he said quietly-"You really don't"-He'd been there after she left. He'd watched his little sister pack away a nursery she'd never gotten to use. He'd sat on the floor of her apartment eating cold pizza because it was the only thing he could convince you to swallow. He'd watched you learn how to laugh again. It had taken years. And he wasn't about to let anyone, no matter how much he'd once cared for them, underestimate the cost of putting those pieces back together.
After two successful hours of avoiding being in the same room with Baran, you went to your brother with your backpack on one shoulder and the helmet on your hand
-"Mikey"-you said and your brother turned around frowning, he didn't liked when you called him that at the hospital, and that was enough reason to call him that on every opportunity
-"What?"-he crossed his arms
-"I'm leaving" - you opened your arms and he pushed you away with a finger in your forehead
-"Why do you want to hug me?" - he asked doing a weird face
-"Because is your last day" - you said laughing at his face
-"But you will see me at your place before I leave... So don't be annoying" - he said and grabbed your arm pulling you apart to the locker room-"Do you want me to stay? I can still cancel... If I stay maybe they will send her back, I'm not so sure..."-he asked worried and you smiled softly
-"It's Okey, I can handle her... And you need a vacation, I prefer having to see her here that seeing you having another panic attack because you need to be away from here" - you murmured, his expression softened again.
-"You don't owe her a conversation."-
-"I know" - you nodded
-"You don't owe her forgiveness" - he said softly
-"I know" -
-"You don't owe her another chance" -
You swallowed-"I know"-He reached over and bumped your shoulder with his. The gentlest version of a hug he'd ever admit to giving in the hospital
-"But..."-You looked at him-"...Don't spend the next three months pretending she doesn't exist if it's only going to tear you apart every shift" -
You let out a slow breath-"I'll survive" -
Robby looked at you for a long moment. Then, very quietly, he said-"I know you will" - His voice caught almost imperceptibly-"...You always do"-And somehow, hearing your big brother say that didn't feel like praise. It felt like the loneliest sentence in the world. You punched his arm, because God forbid the Robinavitch's siblings to have real feelings for more than five minutes
-"Come on Mikey don't go sentimental on me, you have a reputation to maintain" - you teased him and he rolled his eyes
-"See you at home" - he said and you left, you said bye to Dana and the rest
-"Be careful!" - Dana yelled at you, she hated that you had a bike and that you drove tired on it
-"Yes mom! See you tomorrow!" - you yelled back teasing, at that moment the elevator door opened and Baran was in front of you, she dropped her eyes to your helmet
-"Drive safe" - she murmured and you passed by her side not even saying goodbye. The elevator doors slid shut between you. Baran didn't move. She stood there staring at the polished steel doors long after they had closed, your reflection already gone-"...Bye"-The words felt ridiculous now. Too small. Too late. Dana watched the exchange from the nurses station. She sighed under her breath-"She hates me" - Baran murmured for herself walking to the nurse station. Then Dana looked at her carefully.
-"You left"-She said. There wasn't any accusation in her voice. Which somehow made it worse. Dana helped you moved too, she was there when your brother couldn't, they never left you alone specially when you were having depressive episodes
-"I know" -Baran said
-"No"-Dana shook her head-"I don't think you do"-
Baran's shoulders stiffened. Dana rarely involved herself in other people's relationships. But she'd watched the two of you when you visited your brother. Watched the way you looked at each other, they way your brother teased you about it. Watched Baran warm your hands after winter motorcycle rides. Watched the day that you completely chanced and shut down too-"I watched her after you left"-
Baran closed her eyes-"...Dana..."-
-"No" -Her voice stayed calm-"You should hear this"-Baran didn't interrupt again-"She came to work. Every shift. Never late. Never complained. Never snapped at patients"-Dana folded her arms-"And then she'd go home. That's all she did. Work. Home. Sleep. Repeat" -Baran's breathing had become noticeably shallower. Dana noticed. She kept going anyway-"It took almost a year before I heard her laugh... Almost a year"-
Baran looked down at the floor-"I..."-
-"You don't need to explain yourself to me" - Dana's tone remained gentle-"I know why you left. I know infertility breaks people. I know grief makes strangers out of soulmates" -She sighed-"But grief doesn't stop hurting the person who gets left behind" -
Baran pressed her lips together so tightly they almost disappeared-"...I never wanted to hurt her... I just didn't knew hot to be with her anymore, every time I saw her I just saw what we couldn't have... And I felt I hurted her more if I was there than if I wasn't... I didn't mean to..."-
-"I believe you" -Dana answered immediately-"I really do"-
Another silence. Then, almost in a whisper, Baran asked-"...Is she happy?"-
Dana thought about it. About your apartment. About movie nights with Robby. About the way you'd slowly started smiling again. About the tiny juice boxes that still lived in the staff fridge because they somehow made stressful shifts more bearable. Finally she answered honestly-"...She learned how to be" -Baran closed her eyes. Learned. Not became. Learned. As if happiness had turned into another procedure. Something practiced until it became muscle memory. A nurse called Dana's name from across the department. She pushed herself away from the counter-"I've got patients" - She took a few steps before stopping. Without turning around, she added quietly-"For what it's worth..."-Baran looked up-"...She still defends you" -
Baran frowned-"What?"-
-"If anyone says you abandoned her..."-Dana glanced over her shoulder-"She shuts it down... 'She didn't leave because she stopped loving me,' she'll say... She left because staying hurt too much" - Baran felt every ounce of air leave her lungs. She hadn't known. Not once. Not in all these years. Dana offered one last sad smile before walking away to answer the call light. Baran remained where she was. Surrounded by the relentless rhythm of the emergency department. Monitors beeping. Phones ringing. Stretchers rolling by. And for the first time since returning to Pittsburgh...She understood that the hardest part wasn't that you'd stopped loving her. It was that somehow... You hadn't.
god I'll never be over this. dana who instinctually uses touch to comfort, but stops herself, pulls back. realizing that the last thing ilana needs is another pair of hands on her without her consent. ilana sighing out some of her tension right after. ily dana :(
⸝⸝ warnings : angst . little comfort . breach of trust . unplanned pregnancy . slightly manipulative baran . anger . betrayal . complicated reconciliation .
notes : it’s getting harder to write about baran’s son without giving him a name, so i named him kaveh, like i’ve seen others do. also, idrk where i’m going with this, don’t really have much inspiration. so if anyone wants another part (???) feel free to give me inspiration >_<
part one
wc : 1.9k
you hear a knock on the door many days later and your stomach drops like a stone. you’ve been avoiding her texts the whole time. the first one came the morning after, simple and careful: you okay? then another later that day, and another the next. you left them all on read, staring at your phone until the screen went dark, because what the hell were you supposed to say?
you open the door and baran stands there under the porch light in a dark hoodie and jeans, hair pulled back neat.
“hey,” she says, voice calm but quieter than usual. “you haven’t answered me. figured i’d check in person instead of guessing.”
you don’t invite her in. you just stand there in the doorway, arms crossed tight over your chest like that might hold everything inside. the last few days have been hell with mornings spent dry-heaving over the toilet, breasts sore and heavy, this constant low-level panic sitting in your gut that won’t quit no matter how many times you tell yourself to breathe.
you took the test this morning. two lines. faint but there, staring back at you from the bathroom counter like some kind of accusation. and now she’s here, the reason for all of it, looking at you with those soft eyes like she still has every right to show up unannounced in your life.
“now’s not a good time,” you mutter, but she steps inside anyway, closing the door soft behind her. your son is at a friend’s house for a play date, thank god. you don’t need him walking in on whatever mess this is about to become.
baran doesn’t sit down or make herself comfortable. she just leans against the wall in the entryway, hands tucked into her hoodie pockets, watching you with a patient, focused look that always made you feel seen and cornered at the same time. “you look exhausted,” she says after a minute, “talk to me. what’s going on?”
you laugh, but it comes out sharp and bitter, echoing a little in the quiet house. you turn and walk into the living room because standing in the doorway feels too exposed, and she follows without asking, her steady presence right behind you making your skin prickle.
“talk to you?” you spin on her, the words spilling out hot and fast before you can stop them. your chest feels tight, anger and fear and this stupid ache all tangled up together. “after what you did? i trusted you, baran. you looked me in the eye and promised. you said it would just be one time, that you wouldn’t-“ your voice breaks and you press a hand against your stomach without thinking, the test still sitting upstairs like some kind of bomb waiting to blow up everything again. “i think i’m pregnant. i took a test this morning and it’s positive. the lines are faint, but they’re there.”
the silence stretches for a second, thick and heavy enough that you can hear the clock ticking in the kitchen. her expression doesn’t change much at first but you catch the flicker in her eyes anyway, something satisfied and relieved that she tries to hide behind a slow blink. it makes your stomach twist harder, because of course she’d look like that. like this was part of some quiet plan she’d been turning over in her head for months.
she steps closer, slow and careful, like you’re a patient she doesn’t want to spook. “you’re sure?” she asks, voice low and even, no panic in it at all. just steady focus, like she’s already thinking three steps ahead about doctor appointments and due dates and whatever else she’s decided makes sense.
“yeah, i’m sure!” you snap, backing up until your legs hit the couch and you sit down hard. the anger bubbles up hot and fast now, mixing with the fear that’s been gnawing at you for days, making your voice shake. “you did this on purpose, didn’t you? all that ‘just one time’ bullshit, the promises while you were inside me. you lied straight to my face. you always get what you want, baran. always so fucking precise about everything except when it comes to keeping your word with me. god, i trusted you. after everything we’ve been through, i still let myself trust you.”
baran sits down on the coffee table right in front of you, knees almost touching yours, close enough that you can smell her familiar perfume. her hands rest on her thighs, fingers tapping once before she stills them completely. she meets your eyes without flinching. “i’m not gonna lie and say i regret how i felt that night,” she says quietly, honest. she’s so calm and it somehow cuts deeper than shouting. “i missed you. missed us. feeling you like that again… it felt right. natural. we’ve done it before, back when things were good.”
you scoff, the sound sharp and ugly in your throat. “i’ve already told you. we’re not. married anymore, baran.” you punctuate the words, maybe it’ll get through her head for once. “you don’t get to decide that for me. you don’t get to just… take what you want and expect me to be okay with it. i trusted you.”
she offers this small, almost sad smile that just makes the anger flare hotter. “i know,” she says, leaning forward a little, elbows on her knees. “and i’m sorry it happened that way. i meant it when i said i wouldn’t. but in the moment…” she shakes her head, a dry little huff of breath escaping like she’s half laughing at herself. “you felt too good. it came natural, like muscle memory. call it a relapse, call it me being selfish, call it whatever you want. but i’m here now. i’m not going anywhere.”
the anger mixes with something else, this deep ache that’s been sitting in your chest since the divorce papers were signed. you feel tears burning at the corners of your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. “what am i supposed to do, baran?” your voice cracks, quieter now, the fight draining into something exhausted and scared. “we’re not together. we have a kid already and it’s complicated enough without adding another one into the mix. i can’t just… pretend everything’s fine. i wake up every morning sick and terrified and all i can think about is how it feels like my choice didn’t matter to you.”
she reaches out slowly, like she’s giving you time to pull away, and rests her hand on your knee, thumb brushing gentle circles. “your choice matters,” she says softly, eyes locked on yours. “it always has. i fucked up, i own that. but this baby… it doesn’t have to be a disaster. we were a good family, even when everything else was shit.”
she leans forward, elbows on her knees, looking at you like she’s weighing every word carefully before she says it. “you don’t have to pretend everything’s okay. i’m not asking you to. but you don’t have to do any of this alone either. if you’re pregnant - and we’ll get you a proper doctor’s appointment to make sure, run the bloodwork, all of that - i’m in this. doctor’s visits, go to the gas station in the middle of the night for you, whatever you need. i can move some things around at work. hell, i can move in if you want. help with kaveh,” she pauses and looks down at your belly with a soft smile. “help with this one. we make good kids together. you know that very well.”
you stare at her, heart pounding so hard it feels like it might crack your ribs. part of you wants to yell, to shove her perfect plans right back in her face and tell her to get the hell out. but another part - the tired, lonely part that’s been missing her steady presence in the house, the way she always knew how to make things feel manageable - actually listens. it scares you how much it listens. “you can’t just say that,” you whisper, voice cracking. “move in? like it’s that simple? we fought for months before the divorce. screaming at each other, nights where neither of us could even look at each other. what makes you think this fixes anything? a baby doesn’t magically fix us.”
“it doesn’t fix everything,” she admits, voice steady but softer now, like she’s talking to you the way she talks to patients when things are delicate. she reaches out slowly and takes your hand, thumb tracing gentle circles over your knuckles the way she used to when things got heavy between you. her touch is warm, familiar, and it makes the ache in your chest worse. “but it’s a start. i never stopped loving you. never stopped wanting our family whole. this baby… it could be that. if you let it be.”
you pull your hand back but not fast, letting your fingers linger against hers for a second longer than you mean to. the contact feels dangerous, like it could pull you right back under. “i need time to think. i’m angry with you. really angry, actually. you don’t get to manipulate your way back into my life like this, no matter how much you miss us.”
she nods, no argument, just her patient look that always makes you feel seen even when you don’t want to be. “i know. and i’m not trying to manipulate you. take the time you need, azizam. i’m not going anywhere.” she pauses, glancing toward the kitchen like she can sense the dinner you abandoned when she knocked. “look, kaveh’s at his play date, right? let me stay and help with dinner. i can make kotlet, i know you both love it.” she pauses,” and probably miss it.” she shrugs. it almost makes you scoff, she just smiles and gives you a sympathetic look. “you look like you haven’t eaten properly in days either. let me do that much at least. no pressure at all, just food. and quiet if that’s what you need.”
you want to tell her no. you want to send her home and lock the door and pretend none of this is happening. but the nausea has left you drained, and the thought of cooking right now feels impossible. plus there’s that stupid, traitorous part of you that doesn’t want her to leave yet. “fine,” you mutter, standing up on shaky legs. “but this doesn’t mean anything. we’re not… we’re not fixing anything tonight.”
baran stands too, slow and careful, giving you space but staying close enough that her presence fills the room. “i know,” she says again, a half-smile tugging at her mouth. “just dinner. i promise.”
the words hang between you as you both move toward the kitchen, the tension still thick but softer now, mixed with something complicated and familiar. she rolls up her sleeves without being asked, moving around your space like she never really left it, and for a minute it almost feels normal. almost. but every time her eyes flick to your stomach, the quiet satisfaction flickers again, and you wonder how long you can keep pretending this isn’t exactly what she wanted all along.
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you hear the knock and it pulls you out of the half-focused haze of cleaning up after dinner. your son’s upstairs, sleeping after a long day. you wipe your hands on the towel hanging off the oven handle and head to the door, not really thinking much of it. probably a package or one of the neighbors.
but when you pull it open, it’s baran. standing there under the porch light with your kid’s school bag dangling from her fingers.
“he forgot this,” she says, voice steady and low. she holds the bag up a little, letting it swing once. “after i dropped him off earlier. figured you’d be dealing with the meltdown tomorrow morning if he didn’t have it.”
you don’t say anything right away. just step back and let her come in because what else are you gonna do, leave her on the doorstep? probably should have. she brushes past, close enough that her sleeve catches yours for a second, and you catch her familiar smell - her shampoo, something simple and clean that always lingered on the pillows before. she sets the bag on the little bench by the door, adjusting it so it doesn’t fall over, then straightens up and glances around like she’s checking if anything’s changed since last time.
“thanks,” you manage, crossing your arms over your chest. the door clicks shut behind her and suddenly the entryway feels smaller. “he said you guys went to that thing after school. didn’t realize he left half his stuff.”
baran shrugs, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets. her mouth twitch a little, not quite a smile but close. “kids. he’s been in his own world lately. he’s growing so fast.” she nods toward the living room. “you mind if i sit for a minute? it’s been a long drive.”
you hesitate, she doesn’t even live that far, but sure. you still nod. “yeah, sure.” you lead the way even though she knows the house better than anyone. the couch dips when she drops onto it, hands neatly folded in her lap. you perch on the armchair across from her, not quite ready to get too comfortable. “water? or something else?”
“water’s fine.” she watches you head to the kitchen, her eyes following, almost like she’s studying you and not really trying to hide it either. when you come back with the glass, she takes it and her fingers brush yours on purpose, lingering just long enough. “you look good. a little tired around the eyes maybe, but good.”
you snort and sit back down, pulling your legs up under you. “flattery now? after months of radio silence except for pickup schedules?”
she takes a sip, sets the glass on the coffee table carefully, like she doesn’t want to leave rings. “not flattery. just saying it.” her tone’s casual but there’s an edge underneath, like she’s thinking three steps ahead. “how’s he been with the math homework? you texted last week he was ready to throw the book out the window.”
you laugh a little despite yourself, relaxing into the chair. “yeah, he’s been fighting it. i tried helping but i swear the way they teach it now is different from when we were in school. he gets frustrated and shuts down. you know how he is.” you shrug one shoulder.
baran nods, listening like she actually cares. she always do that, always so focused. “he’s stubborn. gets it from both of us probably. maybe i can go over some stuff with him next time.” she pauses, eyes flicking to your face. “unless you want me to stay out of it. i don’t want to step on toes.”
“no, it’s fine,” you say, waving it off. “he likes when you help. asks about you sometimes, you know. still asks why you don’t live here anymore.” the words slip out heavier than you meant and you see her expression shift, something softer crossing her features before she covers it.
she leans forward a bit, elbows on her knees. “i’ve been thinking about that. a lot, actually.” her voice drops. “dropping him off, picking him up… i still see him every weekend but it’s not enough. this back and forth. i miss the everyday stuff. dinners where he’s arguing about vegetables. you scolding both of us when i let him get away with not eating his greens. i’m sorry my job keeps me so busy.”
you feel the pull in your chest, a familiar ache. “baran, we did the whole ‘let’s try to be friends for him’ thing.” you say, exaggerating it with your hands. “it didn’t exactly work out so well.” you say softer.
“i know.” she doesn’t push, just sits there watching you, patient as ever. her fingers scratch at her forearm, a small nervous habit you remember. “doesn’t mean i stopped missing it. missing you. being a family.” the last part comes out quieter, almost like she’s testing the water.
the room feels warmer suddenly. you stand up to grab a snack from the kitchen just to move, and she follows without asking, leaning against the counter while you pull out some chips. “want some?” you offer the bag.
she takes exactly one, crunching thoughtfully. “you finally stopped buying the cheap ones? they’re bad for you.”
“i know. you’ve told me plenty of times.” you lean on the opposite counter, facing her. the space between you isn’t much. “so what, you just happened to be in the neighborhood with his bag?”
baran chuckles, dry and low. “something like that. maybe i just wanted our son to have his bag for school. or maybe i wanted to see you. talk without the handoff rush.”
she pops another chip in her mouth, chewing slow, the crunch loud in the quiet kitchen. she tilts her head a little, like she’s thinking it over, hesitating for a beat longer than usual before the words come out. “you seeing anyone?”
the question lands blunt, straight to the point like she always is, but it still catches you off guard enough that you pause mid-reach for your water glass. you raise an eyebrow, leaning back against the counter. “that’s none of your business anymore, is it?”
“probably not,” she admits, but her eyes don’t leave yours, sparkly and steady, a focused look that makes it hard to look away. she sets the chip bag down, wiping her fingers on her jeans. “doesn’t stop me from wondering though. you’re bad at picking people who deserve you.”
you can tell she’s not over it. the way her jaw tightens just a fraction, the small shift in her posture. she heard about that one hookup from a mutual friend, probably weeks ago, and it’s clearly been sitting there under her skin. jealous in a subtle way.
you scoff and roll your eyes, but there’s a small smile tugging at your lips anyway. you lightly shove her shoulder, your palm brushing the soft fabric of her sweater. “oh fuck off. i can take care of myself, you know.”
her hand catches your wrist before you can pull back fully, warm and steady, fingers wrapping easy around it. her thumb presses right against your pulse point, feeling the way it jumps under her touch. she doesn’t squeeze, just holds it there for a few seconds, like she’s grounding herself or maybe reminding you both of how easy this still feels. “didn’t say you couldn’t, i know you’re a big girl.” she says, voice low and dry, a hint of that smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. “you deserve better than some half-assed rebound who doesn’t even know how you like… certain things.”
you snort, trying to ignore the way her thumb is still there, slow and deliberate, sending little sparks up your arm. “and what, you think you’re the expert on what i deserve? after everything?” you tug your wrist free but not hard, letting your fingers brush hers as you do. the kitchen feels smaller now, the space between you charged again.
baran shrugs, popping one more chip in her mouth but chewing slower this time, eyes still on you. “i do know better than other people, that’s just a fact. i pay attention.” she leans against the counter opposite you, casual but close enough that her knee bumps yours lightly. “so? was it worth it at least? or should i be glad it wasn’t that great?”
you shake your head, laughing under your breath. “it was whatever, nothing serious. just… filling time.” you meet her gaze, the tension thickening again. “happy now?”
she doesn’t answer right away, just watches you with patient attentiveness. her fingers flex where they rest on the counter, like she wants to reach out again but holds back. “not really,” she says finally, honest and quiet. “but i’ll take it.”
the air hangs there for a moment, heavy with everything unsaid, before she straightens up a little, changing the subject but not really letting it drop either.
you end up back on the couch eventually, talking about nothing heavy at first. how your son’s obsessed with some new video game, the way the neighbor’s dog keeps digging up your flowers, stupid stuff that fills the space.
baran tells this short story about getting lost on a walk the other day because she was distracted thinking about work, but she catches herself and shifts to something lighter, complaining about traffic instead. her laugh slips out when you tease her about directions, a quiet sound that always hit you right in the gut.
“remember when we took him to that park and he refused to leave until he found the ‘perfect stick’?” she asks, stretching her legs out so her foot bumps yours accidentally-on-purpose.
“yeah, and you spent twenty minutes helping him look like it was a serious mission.” you smile despite the tension coiling low in your stomach. “you’re both ridiculous.”
she turns her head toward you on the couch, closer now. “it made him happy.” her gaze drops to your mouth for a beat, then back up. “i miss making you happy too.”
the words hang there. you don’t pull away when her hand rests on the cushion between you, fingers brushing your thigh lightly. she doesn’t push for more, just sits there with you, talking in that calm way of hers, attentive to every shift in your expression. it gets easier, she mocks the way you organized the bookshelf last time she was over, calling it “controlled chaos.”
you fire back about her habit of rearranging the fridge by expiration date, and she grins. “efficiency isn’t a crime, that’s what made us work.”
you look up at her and huff a small laugh, then back down at your hands. “right.”
an hour slips by. the conversation dips and flows, kid stuff mixing with old memories and careful questions about how you’ve both been. she stays, doesn’t make a move to leave even when the clock ticks later. the tension simmers underneath every glance, every accidental touch, building slow and thick.
baran’s knee presses warm against yours through her jeans, her hand sliding over bold and sure to rest on your thigh, thumb rubbing these slow, lazy circles that make your skin prickle under the fabric of your pants. her eyes stay locked on you, steady and dark, patient focus like she’s just waiting for you to catch up to whatever she decided an hour ago when she showed up at the door.
you feel the shift in the air, thick and heavy, and your stomach does a nervous flip. you swallow hard, not pulling away but not fully leaning in either. “we probably shouldn’t,” you say, voice low. “it’ll just complicate everything again. and if our son finds out, it’ll mess with his head even more, having us back and forth like this. we said we were done with this part.”
she doesn’t pull her hand back. instead her thumb keeps moving, slow and soothing, like she’s trying to ease the worry right out of you. she huffs this soft laugh. “hey, i know,” she murmurs, voice calm and low, the kind that always made you feel like things could be simple if you just let her handle it.
“i’m not trying to mess anything up for him. or for you. this doesn’t have to mean anything. just… tonight. one time. we both miss it. i miss feeling you like this, close.”
you hesitate, breath catching as her fingers press a little firmer into your thigh, not pushing but reminding you she’s right there. “baran… it’s never just one time with us. you know that.”
“maybe,” she says, tilting her head. a dry little smirk tugging at her mouth but her eyes staying soft, reassuring. “but we’re adults. we can handle one night without turning it into a whole situation. it’s no pressure, really. just us, blowing off some steam. thought it’d be nice… you’re wound so tight lately, i can see it. no one can really make you feel the way i do. let me help with that. one time. i promise.”
her hand slides up your thigh a little higher, thumb still circling, and she leans in enough that her lips ghost yours when she talks. “i’ve been thinking about you every night the past couple months, azizam. just wanna make you feel good again. that’s all.”
you bite your lip, the pull in your chest mixing with the heat low in your belly. months of keeping distance, of polite texts and quick goodbyes at drop-offs, and now she’s here, solid and warm and saying all the right things in her stupid steady voice. “you swear it won’t make things weirder?”
she nods, fingers threading into your hair at the back of your neck, gentle but sure. “i swear. no strings, no drama. let me take care of you for a bit, baby.” her eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up, patient as ever. “unless you really want me to stop. say the word and i will.” she offers a soft smile, when you don’t respond she sighs, clasps her hands together with a small chuckle. “at least let me say goodnight to the little man.”
before she can get any further you close the distance, surprising her. the kiss starts firm but it deepens fast when you open up for her. her tongue slides against yours, warm and familiar, and she makes this low sound in her throat that vibrates through you. her hand at your neck holds you right there, not rough but enough to keep you close, like she’s scared you’ll change your mind.
you kiss her back hard, all those months of nothing pouring out in the way your teeth catch her bottom lip, the way your hands fist in her sweater. she groans softly, shifting so she’s half pulling you into her lap on the couch, her other hand sliding under your shirt to press warm against your back. the circles her thumb was drawing turn into broader strokes, mapping your skin like she’s memorizing it all over again.
“that’s it,” she breathes between kisses, lips brushing yours. “you give in so easily with me.” she grins against your jaw, nipping lightly, then lower to your neck, sucking a mark that makes your breath hitch. you can feel her heartbeat against you, steady but faster now, her body heat bleeding through her clothes as she holds you tighter.
“missed how you feel,” she murmurs when you finally pull back for air, forehead resting against yours, her breath coming a little uneven now. her voice is lower, rougher around the edges like it’s taking effort to keep it steady. “missed touching you. the way you fit right against me.”
you nod, breathing shaky and quick, heart hammering so loud you’re sure she can hear it. instead of answering you just pull her back in, kissing her harder, deeper, like you’re trying to make up for every single night you spent apart. your hands push at her jacket, shoving it off her shoulders until it drops to the floor with a soft thud.
she helps you yank the sweater up and over her head in one quick motion, no bra underneath, and then her breasts are right there, full and soft and warm, nipples already tight and dark from how turned on she is.
you don’t even think about it. your palms slide over them, squeezing the weight of her, thumbs brushing back and forth over her nipples until they pebble harder under your touch. baran arches up into your hands with a sharp inhale, her hips twitching under you, her thick cock pressing insistently against your thigh through her jeans. she lets out this low, broken sound in the back of her throat, not quite a groan but close, like she’s cracking just a little more.
she swears in farsi, eyes half-lidded as she watches your hands on her. “you still drive me fucking crazy.” her own fingers dig into your hips, pulling you down harder against her lap, grinding up slow so you can feel exactly how hard she is for you. the friction makes heat pool low in your belly, slick and needy already.
she leans in again, mouth hot on your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there while her hands slide under your shirt, palms broad and warm as they map up your back. “upstairs,” she says into your ear, nipping at the sensitive spot right under your ear, voice rougher than before. “before we don’t make it that far and i end up fucking you on the couch.”
you laugh quietly into her neck, the sound a little breathless, but your hands keep roaming over her bare chest, pinching one nipple lightly just to hear the way her breath catches. “smart… come on.”
she stands up, pulling you with her, hands firm and steady on your hips the whole time like she doesn’t want to risk losing contact. you stumble once on the way to the stairs because you’re too busy kissing along her neck, teeth grazing her skin, and she catches you easy with an arm around your waist. her dry little chuckle slips out, even now when she’s clearly fighting to stay in control.
you quickly grab her hand to pull her the rest of the way up. she follows close behind, fingers laced with yours, thumb still stroking over your skin like she can’t stop touching you.
in the bedroom she shuts the door soft behind you, the click of the lock sounding way too loud in the quiet house. then she’s on you again, backing you toward the bed with deliberate steps, hands sliding down to grip your ass and pull you flush against her. her cock rock hard between you, and she kisses you desperately, tongue sliding deep like she’s starving for it. her breasts brush against your chest with every movement, nipples dragging, and she makes this low, needy sound when you reach down and palm her through her jeans.
“been thinking about this for months,” she admits between kisses, “you have no idea.” voice cracking just a fraction as she backs you until your knees hit the edge of the mattress. “every night. just you. it’s always only you, baby.” her hands are everywhere, tugging at your shirt, sliding under it to feel bare skin, patient but clearly hanging on by a thread.
she peels your shirt off with careful hands, letting her fingertips drag along your skin as she goes. her mouth follows right after, kissing wet and open down your neck, pausing to suck a mark right at the base of your throat that makes you shiver hard, a little gasp slipping out before you can catch it. her hands map your sides, thumbs pressing firm into the dip of your waist like she’s claiming the space again, then sliding higher, palms cupping under your breasts as she breathes against your collarbone.
“you’re so soft,” she mutters, voice low and rough, lips brushing your skin with every word. “missed every inch of you.”
you shove her jeans down her hips, impatient now, and palm her cock through her underwear. it’s thick and hot, already leaking enough to leave a wet spot against the fabric. she hisses through her teeth, hips pushing forward into your hand like she can’t help it.
“been too long… haven’t even been with anyone else,” she admits quietly, almost under her breath, kicking the rest of her clothes off in a hurry. her cock springs up heavy, curving toward her stomach, flushed dark at the tip and already glistening. her chest rise and fall faster with each breath.
you pause for a second, letting her words sink in, then let out a soft, breathless laugh. “oh, so that’s what you’re going with? trying to make me feel guilty because i actually went out and had a shitty hookup while you were being all noble and waiting?”
baran huffs a laugh too, but there’s this edge to it. she climbs onto the bed and helps you lay down comfortably, one hand supporting your back as she guides you onto the pillows, making sure your head is settled just right before she settles between your thighs. her touch is careful even now, thumbs brushing along your sides like she’s making sure you’re okay, like she still can’t help taking care of you.
“not trying to make you feel guilty,” she murmurs, leaning down so her breasts brush against yours as she hovers over you. “just saying… nobody else feels right. nobody else is you.” her cock presses hot and heavy against your inner thigh as she grinds slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of her, thick and throbbing.
you reach up and tug her closer by the back of her neck, grinning even as your heart races. “yeah? poor baran, so lonely while i was putting myself out there.” you tease, mock pouting but your voice is shaky with want as her hips roll against you again.
she leans down and smiles against your mouth, a small, knowing smirk that always gets you. “keep talking shit and i’ll remind you exactly why nobody else measures up.” then she kisses you deep, tongues lazy and messy, tasting and teasing like she really is trying to memorize every second of how you kiss back.
her fingers slide down between your bodies, teasing along your slit, spreading the slickness before circling your clit with just the right pressure. steady, focused, exactly like she always was. “you’re so wet already,” she says against your mouth, voice steady but cracking at the edges with how bad she wants this. “this all for me?”
“yeah,” you whisper, rocking your hips up into her hand. “all for you. only you.”
she chuckles low, but it’s breathless. “still got the effect on you,” she whispers, almost to herself. one finger push inside you, curling just right, and you moan softly, clenching around it as you rock down. she adds a second after a minute, then a third, stretching you slow and patient, thumb never stopping its tight circles on your clit. your thighs start to shake and she notices immediately, a small satisfied smirk flashing across her face even as her own hips twitch against your leg.
you reach down and wrap your hand around her cock, gripping the base and sliding up, twisting your wrist over the head where she’s slick and leaking. “you’re so hard,” you whisper, thumbing over the tip, spreading the wetness. “god, baran.”
she groans, burying her face in your neck, hips fucking shallow into your fist. her breath is hot against your skin, coming faster now. “want inside you so bad,” she says, nipping at your ear, voice rough. “been dreaming about you- your body for months. nothing else feels right, baby. you have no idea.”
“fuck me then,” you breathe, squeezing her a little tighter just to hear the way her breath stutters.
she pulls her fingers out slow, making you whine at the loss, then lines up. the head of her cock presses against your entrance and she pushes in inch by inch, stretching you wide around her thickness. the burn is so good, full and deep, and when she bottoms out you both just stay there, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard.
her breasts press soft and warm against yours, nipples dragging with every tiny shift. you feel every inch of her inside, hot and throbbing, and the solid weight of her body on top of you after all this time makes something tight in your chest loosen and ache at the same time.
“fuck,” she groans, staying perfectly still for a long moment, like she’s savoring it. “you feel… perfect. so tight around me, baby.”
she starts moving, deep steady rolls of her hips that grind right where you need it. not rushing it, just thorough, skin slapping quiet and wet with every thrust. you wrap your legs around her waist, heels digging into her ass to pull her deeper. “right there, oh fuck,” you gasp when she hits your spot perfectly, nails digging into her shoulders.
“yeah? like that?” she asks, voice strained but still so focused. she adjusts her angle without missing a beat, fucking you a little deeper, a little harder. one hand braces by your head, the other reaches between you to rub your clit in those tight, precise circles she knows drive you crazy. sweat starts slicking your skin where your bodies press together, her hair falling messy around her face as she leans down to kiss you again.
“harder,” you tell her, rocking up to meet every thrust. “i need more.”
she gives it to you, hips snapping forward with more force, but still controlled, like she’s holding back just enough to make it last. “like this?” she pants, seeking approval while grinding deep on every stroke. “tell me how it feels.”
“so good,” you moan, clenching around her. “missed your cock so much, baby. f-fuck-“
baran makes this low, wrecked sound and buries her face in your neck again, sucking another mark as she keeps her steady, mind-melting rhythm. the room fills with the wet, obscene sounds of her sliding in and out of you, your shared breathing, the creak of the bed.
she’s cracking more at the edges now, thrusts getting just a little less precise, but still so attentive, still watching every reaction on your face like she needs to know exactly what you’re feeling.
you flip her after a while, pushing at her shoulders until she rolls onto her back with this surprised but pleased little huff. you swing a leg over, straddling her hips, and she helps steady you with both hands on your thighs, thumbs stroking the skin there like she needs the contact.
you sink down slow onto her cock, inch by inch, the stretch even better from this angle. fuller. deeper. you feel every thick ridge as she fills you up again, your walls fluttering around her until your ass meets her hips and she’s buried to the hilt, making her shakily exhale.
“fuck,” you both breathe out at the same time.
you grind in slow circles at first, hands braced on her chest, fingers teasing her nipples, rolling them between your thumbs and forefingers. baran’s grip tightens on your hips, not forcing you, just holding on like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go. her eyes are half-shut, heavy-lidded, but she’s watching every movement you make, drinking it in.
“you’re so beautiful,” she murmurs, voice rough and low. one hand slides up your body to cup your breast, pinching the nipple just hard enough to make you moan. “you look so good like this.”
instead of answering right away you lean down, pressing your chest flush to hers, and she immediately wraps her arms around your back, pulling you in tight. skin to skin, breasts squished together, her heartbeat hammering against yours. she keeps you there, close as possible, one hand splayed wide between your shoulder blades while the other grips your ass, encouraging the slow grind.
you stay like that for a long moment, just rocking on her cock, feeling it throb deep inside you while your mouths hover close, sharing breath. “i missed you too, you know,” you whisper against her lips. “missed how you hold me.”
baran makes a quiet, wrecked sound and kisses you, deep and sloppy, tongue sliding against yours as her arms squeeze tighter around your body. like she’s trying to pull you inside her chest. her hips roll up gently, meeting your movements, keeping that full, grinding pressure right where it feels best. sweat is starting to slick between your bodies, making everything slide hotter, easier.
the pace builds gradually. you start bouncing harder, lifting up until just the head of her cock catches at your entrance before sinking back down, taking her deep again and again. the bed creaks under you in a steady rhythm, sheets twisting around your legs and tangling between your feet.
her cock drags perfect inside you every time, hitting that spot that makes sparks shoot up your spine. one of her hands stays glued to your back, keeping your upper bodies pressed together while the other slips between you to rub your clit.
“that’s it. you’re doing so good,” she pants against your mouth, not letting you pull away more than an inch. “stay close.” her voice is strained, cracking at the edges, that usual calm fracturing the longer you ride her. you can feel her chest heaving against yours.
you kiss her again, tongues tangled as you grind down deep and roll your hips. “you’re so deep like this, baby,” you breathe, forehead pressed to hers. “making me feel so full.”
“yeah?” she whispers back, eyes locked on yours, dark and intense. her arm around your back flexes, holding you even tighter, hugging you while she fucks you. “just… fuck, you feel so good. thank you… for letting me have you. missed you so much, my love.” she says it so vulnerable, it almost sounds like she’d start crying.
you clench around her at the words, a soft whimper slipping out, and she softly moans, thrusting up harder to meet you. the closeness makes everything more intense, the heat of her skin, the way her breath fans across your face, the faint scent of her warm scent mixed with sweat.
she keeps you pulled in, bodies flush, barely any space between you as you ride her faster, the wet slap of skin filling the room.
her fingers on your clit never falter, steady and perfect, winding you tighter and tighter while her cock strokes deep with every roll of your hips. you bury your face in her neck, kissing and biting softly at her skin, and she turns her head to press her mouth to your temple, murmuring low words between shaky breaths.
“you’re still my girl… i love you, azizam.” she didn’t mean for it to slip out, but it’s almost like she couldn’t help herself.
months apart, and now she’s holding you like she never wants to let go again, cock buried inside you, bodies locked together in the messiest, most intimate way possible. you don’t want it to end either.
you switch again after a while, baran rolling you onto your back with this easy strength that still makes your stomach flip. she settles on top, sliding back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust that has your eyes rolling back. her long strokes are steady and deliberate, hitting deep every single time, dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl.
her mouth is everywhere, sucking fresh marks across your chest, tongue flicking over your nipples, biting down lightly on your shoulder like she needs to leave proof she was here.
“listen to how wet you are,” she whispers against your skin, voice rough but still so focused. “you’re perfect, no one will ever come close to you.”
the room is filled with the slick, filthy sound of her cock sliding in and out of you, your shaky gasps, her low groans that vibrate against your neck, skin slapping steadier and louder now. you’re both sweating, bodies sliding together hot and easy.
you’re right on the edge, thighs trembling around her hips, but she keeps the pace just right, deep and controlled. holding you there, drawing it out until you’re whining under her.
“baran,” you gasp, fingers tangled tight in her messy hair.
“i know, baby. i’ve got you,” she murmurs, forehead pressed to yours, breath mixing with yours. her thrusts get a little harder, a little faster, but still so precise, sweat dripping down her back under your scratching nails.
when you finally cum it hits you like a wave, crashing hard. you clench tight around her cock, a moan tearing out of you as your back arches off the bed, toes curling and doing your best to stay quiet with your son sleeping down the hall. she fucks you through it, steady and deep, grinding against your g-spot until you’re shaking and oversensitive, little aftershocks making you twitch around her.
“fuck, you feel incredible,” she groans, her voice cracking as her pace starts to lose that careful rhythm. “i’m so close-“
“wait,” you manage, still panting, hands sliding to her shoulders. “you can’t cum inside. please, baran.”
she slows just a little but doesn’t stop moving, looking down at you with this almost offended expression, trying to figure out your reasons with her big, chocolate eyes. her eyebrows furrowed like you just suggested something ridiculous. “why?” she asks, hips still rolling slow and deep, cock thick and throbbing inside you. “we used to do this all the time. what’s different now?”
you let out a breathless laugh, half from the pleasure still buzzing through you and half from how typical this is. “because we’re not married anymore. and we got caught up in the moment, a condom didn’t even cross my mind until right now. just… pull out, okay?”
baran huffs, but she nods, leaning down to kiss you slow. “fine. i won’t. i promise.” she says it steady, like she means it, but her arms wrap tighter around you, pulling your bodies flush again as she starts moving once more.
she fucks you harder now, chasing her own release, and you’re still so sensitive it feels overwhelming in the best way. her face is buried in your neck, breath hot and ragged. “you feel too good,” she mutters against your skin. “so warm and tight…”
her thrusts turn erratic, cock swelling inside you, and then she buries herself as deep as she can with a low, rough moan that vibrates through your whole body. she cums hard, hot and thick pulses flooding deep inside you, grinding slow and deliberate like she’s trying to push every drop as far in as it’ll go, wanting it to stick. she doesn’t pull out. not even close.
your eyes widen, a sharp gasp escaping as you feel the warmth spreading, her cock still twitching and pulsing deep. “baran-” you say, voice shaky, a mix of shock and thrill that makes your stomach tighten all over again. your hands push at her chest, nails digging in. “what the fuck?”
she doesn’t move away. just stays buried to the hilt, arms locked around you, breathing hard against your neck. “i know. i’m so sorry, baby.” she murmurs, but there’s no real apology in her tone. it’s rough, honest, a little wrecked. “it just… felt too good. came natural. i’ve cum inside you hundreds of times when we were married. why would it feel any different now?”
you scoff, pushing harder at her chest even as your body clenches around her again from the fullness. “because we’re not married anymore, baran. i trusted you. you literally just said you wouldn’t.”
she lifts her head enough to look at you. eyes hooded, dark and intense, her patient attentiveness still there even now. one hand strokes down your waist, soothing, while her hips give one more slow grind, pushing her cum deeper. “i know. but feeling you like this again… i couldn’t pull out. missed it too much.” she kisses your shoulder, soft and lingering, voice dropping quieter. “let me stay inside a little longer. please. just for a minute, you feel good.”
you stay connected, her warmth filling you, the sheets damp and tangled around your legs, the whole room smelling like sweat and sex and her familiar shampoo. your heart is still racing, body buzzing from the orgasm and the surprise of her breaking that promise so easily, but the way she’s holding you - close and careful, like she’s afraid to let even an inch of space come between you - makes it hard to stay mad.
months of distance, and now this messy, intimate wreck of a moment feels like everything rushing back at once. she presses another soft kiss to your neck, thumb rubbing slow circles on your hip, patient as ever even after she just got exactly what she wanted. she just needs to be more consistent from now on, more in your life. make sure you keep the baby. keep her.
Someone tell me I'm not the only one who's watched this scene too many times because Dana getting angry and and repeatedly shouting "Fuck!" in a raspy tone is ... so fucking hot.
cw: angst, arguments, dana's broken nose, hints at a pregnancy loss/period, smut, butt-play, strap-on, medical jargon, etc
For Roh
It is 3 pm when charge nurse Dana Evans gets punched by a disgruntled patient, Doug Driscoll, while she's enjoying a much-needed cigarette. You'd been trying to get her to stop smoking for years, not that it would've made much difference. Or maybe it would have, because she wouldn't have been standing in the ambulance bay for him to attack her if she wasn't smoking. Dr Robinavitch checks her over, and the nurses hurry to clean her up and run tests, much to Dana's annoyance.
"Would you like us to call your wife?" Princess asks.
"Which one?" Perlah laughs, and Dana chuckles, wincing.
"I'll text Melissa," Dana says, "But if any of this makes its way up to neurology, you're all fired," she says, holding her head back. You were in surgery, performing a very complicated craniotomy. Dana knew you didn't need the distraction. She also knew how fiercely you wanted to protect both her and Melissa. You would go to war for them, and on more than one occasion, you had nearly broken your hand defending your wives' honour.
You met Dana nearly ten years ago when you were a resident on your emergency medicine rotation. You hadn't quite decided what you wanted to do yet, and honestly, if brains hadn't intrigued you so much, you might have stuck with emergency. Your relationship was the real slow-burn kind. It started softly, and then all the flames ignited at once when you met Melissa in a bar one night.
Dana could see the attraction in your eyes instantly, but she wasn't jealous. It turned her on, especially when the redhead came over, and you giggled at everything she said. Dana smirked as she watched, introduced herself to Melissa, and invited her home.
Neither of you expected to fall in love. With one another, or someone else. But it happened, and you didn't care if anyone judged you for it. You loved them. Love them, present tense. Because you really do love them so much. They occupy your mind 24/7. As a matter of fact, you couldn't wait to go down and see Dana once your surgery was finished.
Dana had texted Melissa and given her strict instructions not to tell you. They both knew how you would react, and they'd just deal with it later. At least then they wouldn't have to bail you out for attempted murder, because if you found Doug Driscoll before the police, one of you would end up dead–and Dana wasn't worried that it would be you.
"Okay, Rodriguez, you can close for me," you say, stepping away from the patient and admiring your work. "Don't butcher it."
"Of course, doctor," the younger woman says as you back away from the table, removing your gloves, gown and hat, tossing them into the trash along with your mask. You stretch, groaning at the pain of standing for seven hours straight. Surgery was your favourite thing to do, but it was definitely your body's least favourite. You shake out your hair, scalp aching from having it tucked neatly in your cap for so long. You drag your nails through your hair and fluff it out, heading to the bathroom to finally relieve your aching bladder. Your belly spasms as you pee, and you groan, placing a hand on your stomach.
You'd been trying for a baby for a while now. Three rounds of IVF and no success. This was another reason Dana didn't want to worry you; she knew the stress wasn't good for you or your body. Standing and performing surgery for seven hours also wasn't good, but there was no way they'd get you to give up on that. And besides, if you didn't carry the baby, who would? They were both menopausal women; the time for them had passed. The time for you may have also passed, based on how hard it was to conceive.
When you wipe, there is a small amount of blood, and you sigh, sliding a pantyliner out of the dispenser in the staff toilets and sticking it in your underwear. When you wash your hands, you stare in the mirror for a while, looking at yourself with anger in your eyes as the tears fall freely. You quickly wipe them when the door opens, and one of your colleagues smiles at you.
"Oh, hey. How's Dana?" she asks as you splash water on your face.
"What? She's fine, presumably," you say, wiping your face with a rough paper towel.
"Oh God, you don't know? A patient punched her."
You feel the exact moment your stomach drops, and your heart begins to race. You toss the paper towel into the trash and brush past the other doctor, practically sprinting to the elevator. You press the button repeatedly, and you feel a hand on your back.
"Whoa, slow down. You know pressing it faster doesn't make it come quicker," one of your fellow attendings says, laughing at his own joke. You're not in the mood for what he thinks are discreet sexual advances, and you shrug off his hand.
"Touch me again, and you'll be paying a visit to ortho," you tell him as the elevator opens and you step inside, closing the doors before he can follow. You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, and you twist your wedding ring around your finger as you wait for the elevator to stop on the first floor.
When the doors finally open, you practically push through them like the Hulk before they've even opened properly. You knock into a nurse and apologise, steadying her, before speeding down the hall. Your sneakers squeak against the polished floor, and your pink scrubs are a contrast to the grey of the emergency department.
Perlah mumbles something in Tagalog to Princess, and they both look in your direction with wide eyes. They can probably see the steam coming out of your ears as you march towards them.
"Where is she?" you ask. "Why didn't anyone call me?"
Dana practically sprints over when she hears your agitated voice, and you relax when you feel her hand on you.
"Heeyy," she says calmly. You turn around and gasp when you see her face. Her nose has been cleaned up, but her left eye is already purple.
"Dana," you say, sliding your hand onto her cheek. She hisses when you rub your thumb over the small laceration on her cheek. "Fuck. Did you hit your head?"
"I'm fine," she says.
"Hey, D? Where do you want the incoming trauma?" Someone calls, and you watch as she looks at the board and finds a space for the patient.
"No, you're not working like this, absolutely not," you say. "You need a CT."
"Hey, Rambo," Dr Robby says. "We've done all of that, she's fine."
"She doesn't fucking look fine, Robinavitch!" You exclaim. "What kinda shit show are you running down here?"
"Hey," he snaps. "Bring it down a notch."
"Robby," Dana says, getting between the two of you. "Here's my chart," she says, handing you an iPad so you can look over her results. Your eyes scan the documents repeatedly.
"Fine, but please let me do a neuro exam," you insist, still sounding stern and not your usual soft, fluffy self. You were fuming.
"Hon," Dana sighs. "I'm workin'."
"And I'm your neurosurgeon wife who is pissed at you, and would be even more angry at myself if you had a brain bleed and I couldn't fix it," you say. "Now find me a free triage room."
"Yes, ma'am," Dana says sarcastically, and everyone around you stops gawking when you look up at them.
"I don't know why you're pissed at me," you say to Dana when she glares at you from the examination bed as you start your checks. "Why didn't you fucking call me, Dana?"
"You were in surgery," she says. "And I knew you'd react like this."
"Rightly so," you say. "You're my whole world, Evans. Someone punches you, I expect to be informed!" You hiss and place your hand on your stomach as you shine a light in her eyes. "I'm fine," you tell her before she can even ask. "You're so lucky you didn't get a concussion or anything more sinister," you say.
"I told you, Robby checked me out himself," Dana mumbles.
"You think that makes me feel better? I'm the neurologist, not him."
"Yeah, I fuckin' know," Dana says. "Can I go back to work now?"
"I'd rather you go home," you say, examining her eye again. "That must hurt, baby."
"Don't baby me, not after you came down here into MY department, swinging your dick around like you're somehow gods fuckin' gift."
"Excuse me!" You exclaim, feeling heat rising up your neck again.
"This is why I didn't call you," she seethes. "Now let me do my fuckin' job. People need savin'."
"Oh yeah, cos I run a fucking daycare upstairs, right?" you snap. "You're unbelievable, Dana. I'll see you later." You shake your head as you walk away from her, trying not to break down in front of her. She knows you're reacting this way because you're scared and you love her, but she's so mad at you right now. Likewise.
"Oh! Doctor Schemmenti-Evans," one of your colleagues says. "We've been looking for you. Your next patient is being prepped for surgery."
"Right," you nod. "I'll be there in a minute."
Your next surgery is only a small one, and you're so relieved when you can finally go home. The events of the day have taken a toll on you, and you've either gotten your period or you're losing a baby. You should've checked that before you left, but you just wanted to get home and nuzzle yourself into Melissa's chest.
"Hi, gorgeous," Melissa says when you open the front door. You smile, dropping your purse and keys next to the shoes and walking over to accept her open-armed embrace. "How was your day?"
"Ugh," you groan in response, wrapping your arms around her middle and nuzzling into her neck. "It was a shit show," you sigh. "Is D home yet?"
"Not yet," Mel says, sliding her hand onto your neck and tilting your head towards hers. "You look exhausted, baby."
"Wait till you see D," you scoff.
"Is it bad?" Mel asks. "She didn't show me when we spoke earlier." You pull back from Melissa like she's burned you, and her eyes widen. "What?"
"She told you?" You ask, feeling like the room is spinning. "When?"
"She texted me after it happened," Mel says. "Honey, what's going on?" she asks as she reaches for you again. You pull away.
"Don't touch me, Melissa," you seethe, all of your emotions too overwhelming. Melissa steps back, hurt written all over her face because you never call her Melissa. The two of them have always been M and D to you, unless the occasion called for seriousness. This was a serious conversation. "I can't believe you knew, and you didn't even call me," you say. "I thought you both loved me?"
"We do love you," Melissa says softly, reaching out, but you step away again. Dana walks in the front door at that moment, and Mel gasps at the sight of her eye.
"What's going on?" she asks, hanging her denim jacket on the coat stand.
"What's going on is that my wives can apparently communicate with anyone but me!" you snap. Dana rubs her head and sighs.
"Listen, I don't have the energy for this shit again," Dana mumbles.
"Oh," you laugh, because if you don't laugh, you'll cry. "Fuck you, Dana. I mean it, fuck you!"
"Honey," Mel says softly, "You need to calm down. The baby..."
"There is no fucking baby," you shout, shaking your head. "Right, you clearly only care about me for my uterus, huh?" The tears are rolling down your face now, and you don't even realise until you watch their faces soften. "I'm going upstairs, don't fucking follow me," you say, pushing pasta Dana and sprinting up the stairs. You're angry that you share a bedroom, wishing you had your own space to lock them out of right now. You head to the bathroom and turn on the shower. When you strip your clothes off, you notice there's no more blood on the pantyliner, but deep down, you know it didn't work again. Because the only thing you were good at was surgery, and getting angry, apparently.
You throw your scrubs into the laundry basket and step into the shower, letting the water pour over you. You sob. You don't just cry, you sob, full-body shaking cries. You slide down the wall until you're sitting on the floor of the shower with your head against your knees, holding yourself as you cry.
You're not sure how long they wait before coming upstairs, but before you know it, your wives are in the shower with you. They pull you to your feet, and you reluctantly let them. Mel wraps her arms around your front and holds you to her, and Dana holds you from behind.
"We're sorry," Mel whispers, stroking your cheek. "We didn't want to worry you."
"But we know now that it was stupid not to tell you," Dana says. "We didn't realise you'd get this upset."
"Why?" you sniffle. "You're my wife, of course I'd be upset."
"I know," Dana says. "I'm sorry."
You look at them both, and you cry harder, reaching for them, needing to feel them both.
"It didn't work again," you whisper. "I'm sorry, I'm so useless."
"It's okay," Dana says, rubbing your back. "We can try again, but if it's getting too much for you, that's okay, too. You're all we need."
"Really?" you ask, looking at them both.
"Really," Dana confirms, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You whimper against her mouth before turning to kiss Melissa next.
"I love you both so fucking much," you tell them as they hold you under the hot water.
"Love you more," Mel says.
"Love you," Dana adds. "Why don't we get washed, and then we can get out of here and snuggle?" she suggests.
"I didn't know when you'd both be home, so we're ordering in tonight," Mel says, lathering up your loofah with soap and sliding it up your body.
"Can we get pizza?" you ask sweetly, and they both laugh, because you always want pizza.
"Sure, princess," Dana says, sliding your ass against her front. "We're gonna take real good care of you tonight, because you do so much for us and we've been a bit neglectful lately."
"No," you say. "I've just been in my head, you two did nothing wrong."
"We should've told you," Dana insists. "I'm sorry I didn't."
"I get it," you say. "I blew up in the ER. Can't imagine what I'd have been like if I found out mid-surgery."
"And that's why we didn't tell you," Mel says gently, washing your belly with a longing look in her eyes. She probably doesn't even realise she's doing it, but your heart breaks. Because you're bleeding, yeah, but they're also learning that there's no baby. And that's sad for them, too.
"Hey," you say, cupping Melissa's cheek. "You okay?"
Mel nods. "You both fuckin' terrify me sometimes," she says. "Why couldn't I fall in love with two teachers?" she smirks. "No, had to be extra and love a nurse and a brain surgeon."
"You love it," Dana says, pushing Mel's hair out of her face. "C'mon."
"Shouldn't we be taking care of you?" you ask Dana. "You're the injured one."
"I'm fine," she insists. "You, my love, deserve to be pampered."
Dana wraps you in a big fluffy towel and then wraps herself in one before passing one to Mel. They kiss briefly before following you to the bedroom, where you all dry yourselves off. You drop your towel and walk over to the wardrobe, and Dana grabs your arm, pulling you back.
"Nuh uh, on the bed," she insists.
Dana lays you down gently on your large mattress. She's gentler than usual, taking precautions for her injury and knowing how delicate you are right now. She kisses down your neck, sucking gently. She won't mark you where people can see, but your chest is a free-for-all. She smirks as she bites down into your breast and then sucks until she leaves a dark mark.
"Naughty," Mel says, climbing on the bed, too. You love it when they both focus on you, and you whine when Dana sucks one of your sensitive nipples into her mouth.
She drags her tongue down your body and pushes your legs apart. "D, I've been bleeding," you warn her, and she sucks the inside of your thigh.
"Don't care," she says as she slides her tongue through your folds. You're already tingling, and her tongue makes everything throb.
"Good girl," Mel says, cupping your face to kiss you. "We're going to take such good care of you," she says against your mouth. "You've had a tough day, our poor baby."
"Mmhm," you moan against Mel's lips. "Can you suck my nipples again, M?" Melissa grins, a deviant sparkle in her green eyes as she licks down your neck and across your chest. She nips and sucks at the skin until she's left a couple of hickeys on the opposite side to Dana's. The blonde's tongue slides in and out of you lazily, and the redhead takes one of your nipples in her mouth and sucks hard, looking up at you as she rolls your other breast in her free hand.
"Fuck," you moan. "Feels so good."
"Good girl," Mel mumbles. "Suck her clit, D."
Dana drags her tongue up to your clit, careful not to bump her nose as she flicks your clit. You watch her, and she's not covered in blood, which is a good sign. But you push that thought aside when she sucks your clit into her mouth.
You buck, and Mel holds you down so you don't knock Dana's face. "Careful," she whispers. "Don't wanna break D's nose again," Mel smirks, moving to your other nipple and sucking. Your nipples feel so sensitive, and you shudder.
"Right- there!" You gasp, legs shaking. "Ohhh fuuuckk!"
"Atta girl," Dana says, sliding her fingers through your wetness once you've climaxed. "You're not bleeding anymore, hon."
"Mm, don't wanna think bout it right now," you say as she slides two fingers into you. "God, fuck me, D."
"I think Mel Mel needs some assistance," Dana says as Melissa starts to rub her own clit, watching the two of you.
"I can help," you smile, rolling onto your stomach. You shuffle between Mel's legs as Dana gets up to find her favourite toy. You slide your hands up the insides of Melissa's thighs and look up at her as you slide your tongue through her soaked cunt.
"Mmm," Mel moans, stroking your hair gently. "So beautiful."
"She looks like an angel when she's eating pussy," Dana agrees with a chuckle as she slides her harness on. You feel the bed dip as she climbs back onto it, and you tingle when her hands roll your ass around as she positions herself. The tip stretches you open, and Dana glides in with one slow thrust, making you moan against Melissa.
"Fuck," Mel groans. "I love watching D fuck you, pretty girl. Do you love eating my pussy while she fucks you?"
You nod eagerly, your tongue working Mel up. Spit connects your chin to her cunt as you come up for air briefly, and the sight makes Melissa's eyes roll into the back of her head. You slide your tongue against her clit again, swirling it around in circles. You moan when Dana bumps your cervix with the dildo, thrusting harder. If you weren't bleeding before, you probably would be again now. You can feel the dildo in your stomach as she fucks you gently. Much gentler than she usually is.
"I won't break," you whisper. "You can go harder."
"I don't want to," Dana says. "I love watching your pussy cling to my cock like this."
"Ohhh," you moan at the thought. "Okay."
"Feels good, huh?" Mel asks as she brushes your hair out of your face again. "Mm, make me come, sweetheart."
You look up at her as you wrap your lips around her clit and slurp, sucking it hard. Your lashes flutter innocently as she starts to shudder, holding your head closer to her body. Her eyes close and her mouth falls open, and she groans deeply as she comes, trembling against your face. You release her clit and use your fingers to open her up, licking the evidence of her climax.
"Good girls," Dana says. "Mel, C'mere."
"Gimme a sec," Mel pants, chest heaving. She moves from under you and crawls across the bed to Dana, who is still slowly fucking you. She's moving too slowly to make you come, but you gasp when she squirts lube against your butthole, and you smirk.
"You can help," she tells Melissa, who grins excitedly as she rubs her finger against your tight hole. You moan, backing up into Dana more, and Mel smirks.
"You like it when I play with your butt, don't you, honey?" Melissa asks, circling her finger around.
"Y-yes," you moan as she slowly pushes her finger in. She pokes the tip in and out, edging in slowly. "Fuck," you gasp, and you hear Dana chuckle.
"Filthy girl," she says. "We're gonna make you come, baby."
"Please," you beg as Dana thrusts harder, meeting Melissa's finger that presses against your spongy insides. "Ohh, I'm close," you whimper, your face pressed into the mattress.
"Come for us, honey," Mel says. "I wanna taste it."
Mel's other hand slides underneath you, and she teases your clit, making you gasp. White-hot pleasure shoots through your body, and you try to pull away as it gets too much, but they hold you down, Dana's hips snapping into yours until you can't breathe anymore.
"Wanna taste," Mel mumbles, pulling her finger out of your ass and bending down so she can lick your juices as Dana pulls out. Dana groans as she watches Mel drag her tongue up and down. You tremble, panting into the pillows.
"You want me to make you come now?" Mel asks Dana, and she shakes her head.
"Not tonight, my head hurts," she says, kissing Mel. She can taste you on Mel's tongue, and she groans. "Delicious."
"You okay, lovebug?" Mel asks, crawling up and rubbing your back.
"Mmm, tired," you mumble.
"I know," Mel giggles. "Let's order pizza, and you can go to sleep, hm?"
"Not hungry," you whine as she kisses down your back. You could honestly sleep for a week.
"Let her sleep," Dana whispers to Mel, snuggling up next to you both. "It's been a long day."
"Okay," Mel says. "But I still want pizza, so I'll order our usual, and you can have the leftovers tomorrow."
"Mmm, leftover pizza," you yawn, snuggling into Dana's body. "Love you," you whisper as your breathing evens out and you fall asleep. Dana strokes your hair and smiles, watching you sleep peacefully.
"She looks harmless when she's asleep," she tells Mel. "She ripped into everyone in the Pitt earlier."
"Because she loves you," Mel says, reaching for Dana's hand. "Do you need some painkillers?"
"Mm, please," Dana says. "They're in my purse."
"Got it," Mel says, climbing over your sleeping body to kiss Dana. "You're taking time off, right?"
"Yeah," Dana whispers. "I don't think I even want to go back."
"Okay," Mel says. "I'll look after you, baby."
Dana smiles, holding Mel's hand. "What would I do without you both?"
"Who knows," Mel smirks as she walks away, completely naked. "Probably wouldn't be very fun though, would it?" she asks as she leans against the doorframe, blowing a kiss to her wife. "I'll be back," she says, doing her best Terminator impression, and Dana laughs.
"Crazy, crazy women," she mutters to herself as you snore quietly beside her, tucked right into her arms.
a/n: honestly, I love this so much I'm thinking of writing at least one more part?
@pinkthrone445 and I have a bet together for the World Cup semi-finals. Whoever loses has to write the other a fic! I’m excited, but you’re going down bruh 😏🏴
a/n: tumblr flagged this in my drafts so i have to put a fucking label on it to post it. so any reblogs are greatly appreciated to spread this one
summary: dana has hit a point in her marriage where she is no longer satisfied. hearing about this makes you so upset you offer to give her all the orgasms she desires. she takes you up on the offer.
wc: 3.3k
tags: infidelity, smut, clit play, fingering, tribbing, multiple orgasms, sub!dana, dom!reader, comp-het, reader is a little gay slut in love with dana
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Being an older woman had it's downsides. The biggest being that you were seen as less than by society. Hell, your value starts going down the chart after you hit thirty at a sharp decline.
Dana was surrounded by young and beautiful women every day. Them and their boyfriends who come to visit them and flirt with them. Give them gifts and wish them a good shift. She remembers when her husband used to do that when she was young. Then they had kids and the flame seemed to just fizzle out.
Now, she would come home and see him asleep watching some random show. With all her kids out of the house living their own lives, she thought they would have more time together as a couple. But with her twelve hour shifts, they only got time when she had a day off. And even then, it was just running errands together, watching television together, and may be a night out or a home cooked meal.
Never did the night end with coitus. Benji would flop into the bed, seemingly exhausted from the "long" day. Leaving Dana unfulfilled and going to the bathroom to take care of things.
Dana wanted what those young, pretty nurses had. Even on after a long shift, they were taken care of at home. They had someone touch them between the legs and kiss them sweetly.
"Dana~" A sweet voice snaps her out of her thoughts, "Patient in 5 has just been discharged."
You were a young nurse, transferred from med-surg. Dana thought you were the prettiest in the department. You had an infectious smile and even in the dire of situations you never let it bother you. You said you wanted to do work in the ER as a change of pace and you fit right in to the family of the department.
"Thank you, Dollface." Dana smiles at you. You smile back and walk away with a little pep in your step and go to another patient. Dana couldn't say she hated seeing you go too much. Your figure was a blessing to this floor. She wasn't the only who saw it either.
She hated the way those knuckle headed medical assistants would ogle at you. There was this heat in her chest, she's only had when her kids were babies and someone else would be holding them; A seething jealousy.
She's heard other's talk about a "hall pass" the one person you were attracted to that you would step out of your marriage for. For her, you were that one person. Usually it was a celebrity but they all pale in comparison in her mind.
Later in the day, you are in the break room with Perlah and Princess talking. Dana walks pass the first door when she hears you say, "My date." She stops between the two entrances to listen in on the conversation.
"After I bring her home, she is all over me. I have a pretty big couch in the living room but she is clinging to my arm." Her…She…A woman, you liked women, "She crawls into my lap and…"
"And? What happened?!" Princess urges you to continue.
"Well, you know, we do it there on the couch." You surrender the information. Dana's breath hitches as she pretends to look at her tablet, listening to you continue, "Then we go to my room and do it again."
"Again?"
"Her second… my first."
The two other nurses in the room gasp and squeal.
"Then I offer her my shower and…"
"A third time?!" Perlah gapes. Princess shushes her.
"In the shower." Dana can hear the smugness in your voice, "She came to bed and I made breakfast for her in the morning."
"This morning? Wow, you are better than most of the men here." Princess says dumbfounded.
"How would you know?" Perlah says flatly.
"I mean look at them. Do you think any of them would be making breakfast for their girl in the morning before shift?"
"I think Whitaker would try?" You chime. You all cackle like hyenas after you imagine him trying to cook. Dana takes it as her cue and walks into the room.
"Alright, shouldn't you two be off break by now?" She looks between Princess and Perlah. They sigh and air their grievances in Tagalog as they leave the room.
"I've got 5 more minutes." You throw your hands up in defense.
"I know you do." She smirks as she starts a new pot of coffee, "I heard a something about a date?"
"Uh, yeah, I went out with this girl yesterday."
"Was it a good time?" The aroma of coffee fills the room.
"It was." You lick your lips as you think about it again.
"You gonna see her again?" Dana tilts her head.
"I don't know. She was really nice but she was adamant about monogamy." You shrug.
"You don't want to be exclusive with somebody?"
"Not really my thing." You smile, "I prefer casual hook-ups. Maybe a hang out here and there. My goal is not really… romance."
"Then what is it?"
"Pleasure." You sigh and sit back, "There is something about knowing the ins and outs of a person in one night that excites me. The feeling of skin to skin without having to know the relationship they have with their parents or how many siblings they have, sometimes. The sounds of their moans, the taste in their mouth, their sweet scent fills my lungs I feel like that's enough."
As you speak, Dana crosses her legs as she feels her arousal pooling between them. The thought of you and her together on your couch, in your bed, in your shower exchanging passion. She blinks away the thoughts and clears her throat.
"Sorry, Dana I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You say.
"I'm not, I'm not. I was curious so I asked." Her eyes scan you up and down subtly, "I'm not one to judge."
"Yeah, I mean it must be nice to be married."
"It has its caveats," She chuckles, "I understand your hesitancy to be tied down."
"It can't be all bad. The sex must be great."
Dana purses her lips. She couldn't say if that were true or not because it had been years since she's had sex. You notice her silence and look at her remorseful.
"Dana… that's just not right," You shake your head, "I know it's not my place but you… you are hot and should be getting laid every night."
"You're kidding." She laughs.
"I'm not! Dana, you are attractive. How does your husband not control himself around you?!" You lean forward.
"You're just flattering me, now." She stands up, "Get back to work."
You watch her go with a sigh. In your eyes, Dana was sexy as hell. It was petty crush but her touch would shoot electricity up your spine. You loved her eyes and how she'd look at with such compassion. Especially when you first started.
After your break, you try to find Dana alone to talk to her again. You slide up next to her with eagerness on your tongue, "Dana."
"Not now, Dollface."
Dollface, the nickname she gave you after saying how pretty you were. You thought she was flirting with you but then you discovered she was married to a man. You thought you had no chance. Now, there was a possibility.
"Please can we talk for a second? When you have the time… outside?" You look at her pleadingly.
She rolls her eyes and looks at Princess, "I'll be right back." You both head outside near the wall, "What do you need to talk about?"
"You not having sex."
"Really? You pull me outside for that."
You grab her shoulders, "Let me take care of that for you."
"What? Are you crazy?" She furrows her brows.
"Crazy and stupid." You bite your lip, "Dana, I can't rest knowing you are not having orgasms at night." She scoffs, "Look, no strings attached, you come over to my place, and I take care of you."
"I am married." She states
"He doesn't have to know." You slide your hands down her arms and grab hers, "It can be a one time thing. It will purify your conscious after you cum. I'll beg."
You give her your biggest puppy eyes as you pout. You were being serious. Very serious. Your hands feel warm around hers as you hold them. "You're being serious…"
"As a heart attack." You step closer until you are chest to chest, "You know, I've always had a crush on you." You lean into her ear, "I get a little wet when you call me Dollface." Her breath hitches and she stares at you as you pull away, "One night to rock your world. Let me make you feel good."
You walk back inside leaving Dana with the shock of the exchange. She catches her breath and pushes her strands of hair behind her ears. You had just propositioned her for sex. She was actually considering it. She bites her lip.
She had a husband. Someone waiting for her at home. She had children— what would they think? Their mother stepping out on their father. She paces back and forth.
She then thinks about what you said. You called her sexy. You were attracted to her. You got aroused when she called you a nickname. You wanted her badly or else you wouldn't have said anything at all.
She grabs her phone and calls her husband. "Hey, Benji, Lena called out today so I might not be home until later. Yeah probably in the morning, I'll, uh, I'll let you know." She then hangs up the phone.
Through out the rest of shift, you make her nervous. She keeps chickening out of talking to you directly. Whenever your eyes meet she is quick to look away. She doesn't know how to accept.
"Have you given it thought?" It's the end of shift now, you stand in the hub with your jacket and bag on your shoulder.
"Uh, yeah I have." She takes a breath.
"Well?" You tilt you head.
"Tonight." She whispers, "Can we, tonight?"
You grin wide and nod, "Of course. Why don't you leave your car here? We'll take mine."
She nods and follows you to your car. The drive is quiet and full of tension. Most of it was radiating off of Dana. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She was going to have sex with one of her staff members because her husband wouldn't get off his lazy ass and have sex with her. You look over from the driver side and sigh, "We don't have to if you don't want to." You say, "Say the word and I can turn around and take you back to the hospital."
She doesn't speak as you pull up in front of your apartment. You put the car in park and look at her, "Before you change your mind…Can I kiss you?" You ask.
She turns to you and nods slowly. The two of you lean into each other and gently you capture her lips into a kiss. Your lips are sweet against her. Cautiously, you push her lips apart and slide your tongue against hers. She moans as she slips her tongue along yours. You suck on her tongue and hum before separating from the kiss. She follows you slightly before pulling away.
"You want more?" You ask.
"Yes." She says breathily, "Please."
You smile before exiting your car. You open the door for Dana lead her into your apartment. "So this is where the magic happens," She says when you open the door.
You laugh, knowing she was getting comfortable again. "Not only that, it's where I sleep."
She laughs with you. You set your bag on a hall hook and take her bag and coat from her to put next to it. You grab her hand and lead her to the living room. You pull her onto the couch and rest your hand on her thigh, "I want to kiss you again. I already miss it."
"Me too," She confesses. You grab the side of her face and with parted lips you kiss her again. You deepen the kiss, moaning into her mouth. She moans in response. Her hands roam your body as she desperately tries to find a place for them.
You pull away taking your top off revealing the tank top you were wearing underneath. You grab her top and look at her for permission. She nods and you proceed to take it off. "Come here." You pull her into your lap and continue to kiss her.
"I've never done this before… w-with a woman." She says.
You smile, "That's okay. You are in charge all day. Let me take care of you for the night." You slip your hand under her shirt and bra and pinch her nipples between your fingers. She whines at the sensation and holds your shoulder, "I'm going to take care of you all night long."
With your other hand you slide it into her pants just over her underwear. Gently you rub over the cotton fabric, "Your panties are wet already." You tut, "How did that happen?"
Dana moans as she rubs against your fingers, "It was your story."
"You heard all of it didn't you. How I fucked that girl. You liked it didn't you?" You purr, "Did you imagine me doing it to you?"
"Yes," She confesses, "I was imagining you doing it to me. Your hands on my body just like this."
"How sweet." You smile up at her as she grinds against your fingers. You move your fingers and slip your hand under her panties and over her clit. You hum as you feel her wet pussy. You rub circles on her clit as your other hand pushes up her shirt.
She takes the hint and lifts it over her shirt and unlatches her brow. You lick your lips before latching your mouth on one of her nipples, sucking on it. Dana moans and rocks her hips against your hand. Her hands rest on your shoulders as she feels your fingers move past her clit.
You look into her eyes and she nods, giving you permission. She moans as she feels two of your fingers slide into her pussy's entrance. She throws her head back and pants. Her hips moving uncontrollably as she whimpers for more friction.
"Easy, cowgirl." You chuckle, "We are just getting started." You movement is slow and attentive. You hold her hip with your free hand as you finger her. Her eyes are screwed shut as she focuses on her pleasure. Her moans were so sweet sounding.
You feel the walls of her pussy clench around your fingers as you stroke her insides. Your fingers curl and twist as your thumb presses against her clit. "God, I could listen to your moans all day." You smile and kiss between her breasts.
Her brows knit together as she continues to ride your fingers. "Oh god~! F-fuck, Dollface."
You grin as you hear the nickname, "Doesn't that feel good? This is what you've been missing. You're dripping now. Are you close?"
She simply nods as her hips roll and stutter. You pick up your pace and focus on her clit, sending her over the edge. Her hips jerk as she cums still riding your fingers.
You pull them out and raise them to her lips. She sucks on your fingers until you remove them and put them in your mouth. You hum in delight and swipe her pussy juices on your lips before licking them.
"You taste so good~" You smile up at her. Dana leans down and captures your lips into a kiss. She moans into you mouth as your tongues slide against each other.
Then, Dana moves off your lap and undresses. You watch in awe as she sashays to your bedroom door. You stand up and follow her to bed. She lays down in the center of your bed and watches you undress in the middle of your room.
She spreads her legs and rubs her clit as she watches. You crawl between her legs and take her wrist in your hand. You suck on her fingers before kissing and sucking on her clit. You lap at her folds, teasing her entrance with your tongue. She arches her back and grinds against your face.
You grind against your mattress as you eat her pussy. It felt like you were in heaven between her legs. Her sweet juices melt against your tongue. Every time you touch her sensitive clit, her legs twitch and her thighs squeeze against your head.
You trail back up her body to be face to face with her. You roll your hips, pressing your clit against hers. "Oh Dana, I always dreamed of this." You whisper.
"Yeah right. You could have any pretty girl you want." She pants.
"You're a pretty girl, Dana." You moan, "What do I have to do to convince you? Is fucking not enough? Should I beg?"
You make a pouty face before beginning to babble, "You're so pretty, Dana. I love how sexy you look right now. I don't know if I can hold on much longer. You're body nicely pressed up against mine. Make me cum, Dana. Rub your clit against mine and make me feel good. Touch me, rub me, finger fuck me please."
Dana shudders as you beg. You kiss down her neck to her chest and you start to suck on her nipples. You tease her nipples by swirling your tongue around them and suck. You move from nipple to nipple spreading your spit across her chest.
Dana takes a breath before moving her hand between your two bodies and rubbing her finger on your clit. You suck in a breath in surprise and smile, "Yes~ Dana rub it just like that." You move beside her and hold her wrist to guide her motions.
You place your hand over hers and guide her fingers over your pussy. "Then you dip them in. Nice and slow." She does as you say and gets two knuckles deep with two fingers. "Just like that Dana."
Dana smiles at herself as she moves her fingers inside you. She's never done this to another woman before but she loved it. She loved the feeling of your pussy around her fingers; your clit under her thumb. Your sweet moans in her ear and oddly arousing sensation of your spit drying around her nipples. "I'm gonna cum~" You whine. She loved the way you sounded. She was getting aroused by your voice alone.
You reach over and stroke her clit too, like you read her mind. She throws her head back and thrusts her hips into your hand, "Oh~! OH~! AH~!" She shakes through her orgasm. You follow soon after thrusting into her fingers until you clench around them and rut your high till it dissipates.
When you two finally catch your breath you sit up and kiss Dana gently, "How was that?" You brush her hair to the side.
"That was the hardest I've ever cum in my life." She giggles. You smile and kiss her again.
"Good. You deserve it." You caress her face, "And if you're up for it, we can go for the third in the shower."
Dana chuckles, "I think two is enough for me. Just stay here and lay with me. Think you can do that, Ladykiller?"
"Yes, ma'am." You pull her into a spooning position and kiss the back of her shoulder.
As you two lay together, Dana finally remembers her husband but there isn't remorse. You made her feel such intense pleasure she doesn't feel guilt. There was no urgency to rush home. A bit of her never wanted to go back…
