Welcome! This fanweek revolves around F/F ships from the show The Pitt. The event will span from July 13th, 2026 to July 19th, 2026. Make sure to use the tag #pittyuriweek26 OR @ this account, @pitt-yuri-week along with the day/prompt you picked in order to participate.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Baran Al-Hashimi/Cassie McKay
Characters: Baran Al-Hashimi, Cassie McKay, Trinity Santos
Additional Tags: Pitt Yuri Week 2026 (July) | Tumblr: pitt-yuri-week, Lunch Break, Baran Al-Hashimi is Down Bad, Cassie McKay is Down Bad
Series: Part 2 of The Pitt Yuri Week July 2026
Summary:
The Pitt Yuri Week Day 2 - Lunch Break
Cassie and Baran share lunch and a conversation as coworkers.
@pitt-yuri-week
The Pitt Yuri Week July 14 - Lunch Break. Barantos.
Trinity smiles softly when she sees Baran walking towards her with her walking stick and a lunch bag. Baran is slightly unsteady on her feet but she’s determined to walk to Trinity. The seizure left her with an unsteady gait and difficulty balancing at times, it’s why Baran is walking with a wooden walking stick.
Trinity knows Baran had walked the short ten minutes from their house to the hospital just to give Trinity her lunch. Trinity’s teaching medical students on Wednesdays, the only day she isn’t on the floor.
It’s Baran’s favourite activity every Wednesday to bring Trinity lunch from home. Since having to medically retire from her career, Baran finds ways to fill the hours in her day at home whilst Trinity’s at work. It included cooking and gardening.
Today, Baran has made Trinity Zucchini frittata with a small salad. She brought tea in a flask to have with lunch.
Trinity gives Baran a quick kiss on the lips before sitting down at an outdoor table in the courtyard. Baran pours a cup of Persia tea that Trinity likes and pours herself one whilst she watches Trinity eat her lunch. Trinity fills Baran in on her day. Baran laughs at the stories that Trinity tells her about the medical students.
Trinity savours her lunch break with her Baran in front of her. It’s why she enjoys Wednesdays.
There were so many submissions yesterday! Thank you for participating. Please remember that the tag for this event is #pittyuriweek26 and NOT #pittyuriweek2026. You can also tag the blog and add your work to the AO3 collection. The last reminder? Have fun!
pittyuri week 2026 day 1 (lazy morning / busy night)
(nsft themes/setup but nothing happens; tw for: discussion/thoughts of self harm [nothing happens], survivor's guilt, grief, discussion of trinity santos' best friend & everything that would bring, trinity internal monologue)
a/n: not sure why this ended up so hurt/comfort instead of comfort/no hurt LOLLL. i'm using pitt yuri week to spread emma x trinity propaganda these two are PERFECT okay thanks
also crossposted on ao3
trinity santos groans as her eyes flutter open, stretching herself out as she fights off the last bit of sleep left. her peace is shattered as her arm hits something firm, something that almost feels like another person, and it takes her a good minute to realize why.
right. she turns her head and sees emma nolan, somehow still asleep after being whacked, peacefully snoring next to her. she's curled on her side and is cuddling a part of the comforter.
trinity flops back down on her back and stares at the ceiling, trying to piece together the night before. she'd invited emma out to a karaoke bar, that she remembers. she can trace her steps to the bar, can still name the songs she sang and the drinks she ordered.
and emma had just looked so pretty. trinity must have had just enough tequila in her system to ask emma back to her place, and for whatever reason, the innocent nurse agreed.
she realizes she doesn't hear snoring anymore. she whips her head to the side and flinches when she's met with emma's soft, smiling face. "jesus, scared the shit outta me." she mumbles under her breath.
it's hard to be anything but awestruck, honestly. emma's normally so composed and put together that it feels ethereal to see her so unguarded, so vulnerable and at ease. emma's too tired to fight the urge to wrap herself around trinity's arm. much better.
"sorry." emma yawns, pressing herself as close to trinity as she can. "did you sleep well?" she speaks slowly, still half asleep.
trinity is shocked at how comfortable she feels to be held by emma. it's not something she's felt for quite some time, probably not since...
there's no point dwelling on the past.
"yeah, i did." trinity's voice is heavier than it should be. she hopes emma won't notice.
but of course emma does. all she's known is conflict, her life a constant cycle jumping from one burning house to another until the smoke finally catches up to her. she notices everything, and emma hates it. but she supposes it's useful for moments like this.
"are you okay?" it's too early to dance around the subject. "you sounded sad."
trinity blinks at emma's bluntness. no one's ever called her out so directly. well, that's not entirely true. there had been someone once.
"i-" she hesitates. trinity wants to snap and bite and cuss until emma decides she isn't worth the trouble, but she can't bring herself to. not anymore, not after realizing how similar emma is to someone she used to know. someone she thought she'd grow old with. trinity remembers planning out her life around her, making sure every step had space for her best friend. they'd wanted to be buried next to each other.
and now she's here.
"i don't want to talk about it." trinity's shocked at how sad her own voice sounds. "sorry. it's- it's-" she finds herself going to say it's not important, but how on earth could she even think that? her life had been important. more important than her own. god. why is trinity here, and she isn't?
"hey, it's okay." emma pulls herself off trinity's arm so she can actually look at her while talking. there's no way to tell exactly what's going on in trinity's head but emma sure as hell recognizes that look. "you don't have to tell me anything."
trinity feels stupid tears prick at the corners of her dumb eyes. "you remind me of someone. someone that, uh..." someone. she wasn't just someone to trinity. "i miss her."
emma frowns. she doesn't say anything for a while, deep in thought. eventually emma pulls even further away from trinity, just to readjust and lift up the arm closest to trinity. "do you want me to hold you?"
normally, that would have been trinity's breaking point. reality would come crashing down on her and she'd storm off, blow up their relationship so she'd never have to see her again. kind gestures like this make trinity feel warm in a way that fucking terrifies her. she feels calm, relaxed: defenseless.
but when emma asks, trinity can't bring herself to fight it. with a wince trinity realizes it's because of how much emma reminds her of her best friend. and as fucking annoying as it is, trinity knows her friend would want her to try.
so she does. she nods, and slowly lowers herself into emma's lap. emma slings a lazy arm around trinity's torso and presses her chin gently into the other woman's shoulder. "comfortable?"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
day one of @pitt-yuri-week!!! the prompt i chose was lazy mornings and the ship i wrote it garsanshimi <33
1.2k words, rated m
With a small sleepy noise Trinity’s eyes blinked open, immediately reaching out for Yolanda who pulled Trinity into a hug. When Trinity was like this, still sleep-soft and unself-conscious, she always wanted to be held in a way she’d never openly ask for when she was fully awake.
“Just a few more minutes. ‘M’comfy,” Trinity’s tone was slightly whiny.
Baran wrapped an arm around Yolanda’ shoulders and reached her other arm across Yolanda’s lap to rub Trinity’s back. Trinity let out a soft sigh as she did.
Lazy Morning // Busy Night - Just a bunch of fluff - SFW
It's maybe 5am when Baran untangles herself from Yolanda and Trinity who barely stir after the night she put the two of them through. Given Baran's plans, this is the best case scenario.
She pads down the stairs and into the kitchen. She gets everything she needs to make Barbari and snags a bunch of figs from her tree to make jam.
She thinks about putting some music on but she swears her little song bird will wake at the sound of any music just to come plop herself down and make googoo eyes at Baran and serenade her. The thought makes her smile as she thinks back to when Trinity had been trying to hide the fact that she had the voice of an angel. But it's a gift she has and when she's happy she sings or at least hums. In the shower. Brushing her teeth. Tying her shoes. Chilling on the couch. Driving. Hell, she even caught her happily humming while charting recently.
So she just very quietly hums to herself. Her hands flow through the motions of making the bread and jam that she at one point in her childhood complained about because it wasn't American food. It always makes a melancholy feeling stir in her until she takes out her phone, snaps a few pictures, and sends them to her parents telling them she loves them and misses them.
It's about an hour or so later that the bread is done and the jam is cooling in the fridge. She's plating tomatoes and cucumbers, peeling eggs, and brewing tea when Trinity’s voice comes from behind her. She nearly jumps out of her skin.
“You know I got chastised for hiding the fact that I can sing but don't think I haven't caught on that you certainly know how to carry a tune.” Trinity says while leaning on the counter making those music hungry googoo eyes.
“Azizam, you scared me!” Baran scolds, reaching across the counter and booping the younger woman's nose. “And don't flatter me, I was only humming. Nothing like you.” She says turning back to her preparation.
Only moments later, arms wrap around her waist, and a chin is propped on her shoulder. “I think you’re like me. I see your foot tapping in the car and how you sway with the music. Not everyone does that ya know.”
“Don't be silly.” Baran dismisses trying not to squirm.
“Turn around and dance with me?” Trinity softly requests. “Just for a minute and then I'll help you get everything together to take upstairs. Yola is still out like a light so there's no hangry girlfriend waiting for us.”
Baran pauses. “There's no music.”
“We'll make it.” The younger murmurs back as she turns the older around. “I'm going to start but when it splits you take over the melody and I'll take the harmony.”
“How do you know that I can even do that? Or that I'll know the song?” Baran challenges though she's smiling because Trinity is looking at her with those big green eyes.
“I just know a singer when I see one. And I'm picking a song that you're very familiar with.” Trinity whispers before leaning in for a quick kiss. She takes one hand and places the other on Baran's hip, but not before placing Baran’s on her shoulder.
She starts humming and Baran immediately knows the song. Trinity begins to sing and they begin to sway.
Trinity So this is love hmm hmm hmmm
Trinity So this is love
Trinity So this is what makes life divine
Trinity I'm all aglow
Trinity smiles and nods to Baran.
Baran And now I know
Trinity And now I know
BothThe key to all heaven is mine
Baran My heart has wings
Baran And I can fly
Both I'll touch every star in the sky
Both So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of
Baran hums.
Trinity hums back.
Both So this is love
As their voices fall away, before Trinity can get a smug look on her face, Baran pulls her into a kiss. Trinity returns it immediately, dropping their hands so she can wrap her hand completely around Baran’s waist. It could have been a minute or second when they hear clapping.
They break apart and look in the direction of the noise to find their girlfriend learning on the wall. She looks somewhat smug but also has that fondness she used to fight tooth and nail to hide. Now it rests on her face with reckless abandon.
“Breakfast and a show.” Yolanda says lightly.
Baran hides her face in Trinity’s neck, whining, embarrassed beyond belief that she’s been caught. “I sounded bad shut up.” She demands, the whine carrying over in her voice.
“Baby you sounded amazing. We sounded amazing.” Trinity mumbles into the side of her hair while gesturing to Yolanda to come over. “Now let's get everything we need and head upstairs.”
Yolanda wraps her arms around both her girlfriends and squeezes them tightly, placing a kiss on each of their heads. “Bee, you just did all this, Trin and I will finish up and be there in a few.”
“But–”
“Go My Love. I’m not taking no for an answer. You just did all of this. Let us do a little bit.” Yolanda says firmly, pulling her gently out of Trinity’s hold and into hers. She kisses her softly the way she does when they first wake up. It makes sense, the surgeon woke up alone this morning.
“Okay.” She says leaning in for a peck. The smile Yolanda gives her is radiant.
Baran steps back repressing the urge to offer help and heads upstairs. A few minutes later Trinity and Yolanda come in with three trays and three plates and a ton of napkins. They all laugh together as they try to situate themselves. They do this at least twice a month and it has yet to get more graceful. They feed each other while sipping on water and tea. Kisses are given freely and often. Quiet declarations of love are whispered and mumbled against shoulders, cheeks, and lips. It’s the perfect morning. When all the plates are empty they’re carefully moved to the floor by Trinity and Yolanda. Baran watches them quietly as they do so and continues to enjoy her view as they climb back into bed. When they lay down at her sides she finally notices their eyes. They still look hungry.
“Baby, I think it’s time me and Trin say thank you for breakfast and last night. Will you let us do that?” Yolanda husks before placing a slow gentle kiss on her throat.
She looks over at Trinity and she’s giving her best pout as she slips a hand under Baran’s shirt, skimming the skin of her stomach.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Yolanda Garcia/Trinity Santos
Characters: Yolanda Garcia, Trinity Santos, Dennis Whitaker
Additional Tags: The Pitt Yuri Week 2026, Yolanda Garcia is Bad at Feelings, Trinity Santos is Bad at Feelings, Dennis is still housesitting at Robby’s
Series: Part 1 of The Pitt Yuri Week July 2026
Summary:
The Pitt Yuri Week 2026 (July 13-19) Day 1 Prompt Lazy Morning.
Two nights ago, Trinity and Yolanda finally listened to each other.
@pitt-yuri-week
WHO ELSE OUT HERE GETTING VICMIRA-PILLED FOR PITTYURIWEEK2026 DAY 1 ???
when victoria javadi shows up at the pitt, samira mohan initally thinks little of it. obviously, she notices how quick victoria is, how knowledgeable too. she also notices that victoria hasn't quite mastered people skills yet, but that's something that can be worked on.
what she doesn't expect, though, is for victoria javadi to find a place in every single crevice of her life. or, more concerningly, for samira herself to welcome it.
it's easy, perhaps even expected, for samira to be one of the senior residents that victoria is regularly paired with. samira knows that she's probably the best patient-oriented mentor around the pitt victoria could find (other than cassie), and while victoria sometimes might toe a line or two, working with her is smooth. they find a rhythm quickly, maybe even too quickly, because all of a sudden, samira is catching herself biting down on smiles when victoria maybe says a little bit more than she should to a patient, or staring at black computer screens that reflect how high her cheekbones have risen while watching victoria fire a quick retort back at her mother.
fondness, she realizes one day when looking at herself in the glass doors of one of the patient rooms as she watches victoria's bouncy ponytail and vanilla perfume leave.
which is fine. there's no rule against being fond of your interns.
except fondness isn't just an emotion; it's a state of being that keeps leading samira into trouble.
trouble like a bar on a friday night, when she really should to be home reading a case study emery mentioned the other day offhandedly, except when the pittlings had invited samira's (as they usually do), it's victoria's round eyes that she meets and victoria's sweet, high-pitched lilt that the request is coming from. in fact, samira doesn't even register that she's accepted, just hears trinity shriek and mel grab her arm slightly -- all because she hasn't yet shifted her gaze from victoria.
trouble like a coffee shop on a saturday afternoon when samira had wanted to work a double, but victora had literally removed her name from the work spreadsheet and instead sent her a google calendar invite from 11 AM to 5 PM. they have plans to see a movie later, samira thinks, although she's not entirely sure. mostly, she's been pretty content to let victoria drag her around pittsburg, to go off on tangents about olivia rodgrido's new album or the hunger games movie that's coming out soon or anything really.
trouble like her bed on a wednesday evening after the shift from hell. she hadn't even thought about it, after catching victoria walking away from elieen with tears threatening to burst. she had just folded victoria into her arms, making eye contact with dana an unspoken i'm taking her home passed over victoria's head, now buried into her left shoulder. samira holds victoria's hand the entire ride back to her apartment, ignoring the pit rapidly growing in her stomach at the fact that victoria refuses to break contact for practically the entire night. when samira drops her hand to heat up a frozen pizza -- they need to eat something -- victoria instantly throws her hands around samira's waist, burying her face between samira's shoulder blades. even now, as victoria's breathing slows down, victoria's arms are still wrapped around samira, her chin slotted right above samira's collarbone as she finally begins falling asleep from her perch on samira's chest.
samira can see herself in the little mirror on her desk. victoria had bought it weeks ago, tired of doing her makeup in samira's tiny bathroom but frustrated by the fact that samira owned no other mirrors. there are a few various makeup brushes and products strewn across the desk too, which samira probably would have put away if she had needed her desk since victoria last used it. but like so many other things in samira's life, the desk feels like victoria's now, not to mention the fact that samira's spending less and less time at her desk, busy now with coffee dates and concert dates and--
love, she realizes when looking at herself in the desk mirror.
Baran al-Hashimi x Trinity Santos x Reader NSFW MDNI
Summary: Whilst Baran's away Trinity tries to convince you to play and break the rules. Established relationship between Baran, Trinity and Reader. Dom/Sub tones, mommy kink vibe, 'kitten' used as pet name, fingering, oral (f recieving), r refered to as girl, phone sex (kinda), bratty Trinity
Author's Note: I'm not even going to try and explain myself or think about what this says about me. Posting for Lazy Morning Prompt @pitt-yuri-week
@simpfolder
You know you're in trouble as soon as you wake up with Trinity's thigh between your legs. She smiles excitedly at you slowly coming to life, rubbing your eyes.
"Heyyyy, sleepy."
"Mhmmph." Her voice is too sing song and teasing for having just woken up. She pulls your hands away from your face so can't avoid the creeping sun light any longer. Nor can you miss the twinkle in Trinity's eyes. She snuggles in closer which, accidently you're sure, grinds her leg closer to your crotch.
"Did you sleep?" Given how awake she seems you wonder if she's overtired and pent up. Trinity is used to Baran lulling her to sleep. You'd both been silently aware this was the first night you'd spent together without her. Since coming into Baran and Trinity’s lives, there’d been plenty of times you and Trinity would be left alone whilst Baran worked or run errands. However this was the first time you'd been asked to stay whilst Baran was out of town for a conference and the first full night it’d been just the two of you. You'd carefully followed the routine Baran had set. Shower, food, cuddles. Each step photographed and sent to the older woman, yourself and Trinity eagerly awaiting her approving reply. You'd followed all the rules - no work talk after 9pm, eat a proper portion, take your meds. No touching without Baran's permission. Maybe that explains why Trinity is all over you this morning.
"Yeah, you're not a bad teddy bear, you know?" Trinity burrows her head into your neck and squeezes you tight. You hope it’s true. Trinity always surprises you with how she softens and sighs when cuddled. You feel it now as her body relaxes into you and she starts brushing her lips where your pulse is steadily rising.
"Trinity...what are you up to?" The sensation of her breath on your skin makes you giggle. You scrabble your fingers to tickle at her hips until she joins in your laughter.
"Missed you last night." She pushes your hands off her and locks your fingers tight with hers.
"I was right here."
"Ummph you know what I mean!" She presses you onto your back so she can climb on top of you, hands still tangled. "I missed you.... missed Baran. Missed what we could have been doing." Her voice is still high pitched and teasing like when she’d woke you.
"Mmm you're obsessed. " But you'd be lying if you said your mind wasn't on the same road, thanks to Trinity's touchy hands.
"Then help an addict out." You don't miss her wince at that word. Instinctly you bring your lips to hers, hoping it keeps her mind in your bed and not on another Langdon induced anxiety trip. The enthusiatic way she sticks her tongue between your lips tells you it’s working. Trinity's kisses have a biting edge you can't help craving. Her hips start to copy the swirls of her tongue. Like an instant reflex your own hips follow. A damp patch grows on your underwear to match the wet cotton of Trinity's shorts that’s rubbing against you.
"Trin.." She catches your bottom lip and sucks your warning away. You cave, again. That's the trouble with Trinity - she doesn't give up easily but can make you give in in seconds. When she finally takes a breath, you try stilling her hips with your hands.
"Trin...you know the rules." She pulls back from you with a tremendously dramatic sigh. Your body already misses the contact.
She pulls one knee up so she can rest her chin on it. She's pixie like. Rumpled from sleep with her shirt rucked up and impish mischief shining in her eyes. Magically captivating. But rules are rules.
~~
Rules are why whatever you have going with Trinity and Baran works. Rules mean control and control is a sticking point in all your lives. Baran needs something she can have mastery over when she increasingly feels at the mercy of things beyond her. By contrast you’re too wedded to control. You take on too much, obsess over perfecting things to your own impossible standards. Sometimes you need to give it up and feel responsible for nothing. Trinity understands that. She craves the same escapism and the relief of having someone make things go her way for once. Trinity needs somewhere safe when the feelings, she's too often chastised about, need a release. Sometimes she needs to push back against control without fearing she’ll be abandoned for it.
Trinity, therefore, is no stranger to bending and even breaking Baran's rules. You've never dared. "Fucking suck up." Trinity would hiss, when Baran had her head between your legs, leaving Trinity to watch as punishment for whatever she'd done. Trinity could be bratty, but she was as much putty in Baran's hands as you were. The older woman knew you both in ways you didn't think possible, always knowing what you needed. She delighted in taking what she wanted from you and instructing you how to please each other. "My pretty girls, so pretty together" she'd coo. But always when the three of you were cuddled together, she'd remind you. "It’s not just a sex thing. This is about care. This is about your wellbeing." Her voice so assured, her words almost clinically confident, it’s impossible not to trust.
~~
Trinity is still expectingly batting her lashes at you. She crawls over your body until her lips are pressed to your ear.
"She doesn't have to know." You both know that Baran, one way or another, will know in the end. Yet Trinity's hands are boldly running down to where your pants sit on your hips.
"Do you really want to risk not being allowed to cum... ever again?"
She pushes the elastic down your hips and round your legs with a huff.
"You're so fucking dramatic." She rolls her eyes and shifts backwards until her face is level with your core. The burning heat of her gaze does little to help the aching wetness between your legs. Trinity notices straight away.
"Are you really going to tell me you don't want this?" She's close enough that her breath hits your damp skin when she speaks. The morning air catches in your throat.
"Rules, Trin."
"Made to be broken sometimes." She grins at the flutter of your hole. "Sure, looks like you want it." She leans in closer and swipes her tongue up the length of your pussy. "Sure, tastes like you want it." She hovers over your naked lower half with a cocky smirk, like she really believes Baran won't extract a confession from either of you. She swipes her tongue over you again. "Come on, baby, be a troublemaker for once."
She has you totally captivated the way she plays coy and cheeky. You've seen Baran dole out punishments to Trinity before. A spanking, a temporary denial or delay in cumming, getting a little less of her for the night. Maybe you could take that. You start weighing it up in your mind, torn between the sweet warmth of Baran singing your praises and the hot, wet sensation of Trinity’s torturously slow tongue. Your brain fogs with indecision. This is why you need someone to take control for you. Trinity leans in again, her actions halted by the ring of your phone. She pauses where she is, mouth dangerously close to its target.
You hurridly grab for the device, panicking more when it identifies Baran as the caller. That woman has a fucking sixth sense. You can't remember what her conference schedule looked like but there's every chance she's already mingling with doctors and surgeons in one of the tight dresses you'd help her pack. Why the hell is she phoning now? You flash the phone at Trinity.
"Answer it." She stays close enough to make your skin shiver.
Baran's sultry voice pours over the speaker. "Good morning, kitten." You catch Trinity lick her lips, watching the effect that name has on you. "How are you?"
"I'm alright..." Your voice is shakier than you'd like. "Still in bed."
Baran hums like she's considering how much she really trusts your unconvincing answer. "And is Trinity there too?"
Trinity's ears prick up, smiling devilishly with a finger to her lips. Shhhh. Then she delves in where her mouth had been lingering. Her tongue repeats its earlier movements between your folds, only quicker.
"Yea- yeah she uh...she's still asleep." Your lie is so pitiful Trinity briefly pulls back to snort.
"Is she now?" You can picture the all-knowing smile Baran is wearing as she speaks. You look at Trinity with a mix of fear and I told you so. She props herself up with an elbow on the mattress. Her other hand dances up and down where her tongue previously was, making you involuntarily squirm against her touch.
"Just ask her." Trinity tells you in the same voice reserved for explaining the obvious to Whitaker. You want to argue back and ask why doesn't she, she's the one that started this!
"You still there, darling?" Baran's voice drips into the room. An invisible force.
"Mhmm." Trinity lands a finger on your clit. She doesn't move but presses the hard spot with a pressure you start to carelessly grind against.
"You sure everything's okay? I was so proud of you and Trin last night. Following the rules like such good girls."
You whimper. Words like those are always a weakness, combined with Trinity's ministrations you feel damned.
"C-can..could..can Trinity and I...you know.?" You ask, hoping that maybe Baran'll feel generous after your good behaviour last night.
"Can you what, darling?"
Trinity's finger begins rubbing circles over your sensitive skin. You’re forced to bite back a moan, hoping Baran has somehow grown naive in the 24 hours since you last saw her.
"Come on, darling." Trinity listens in, snickering and taking Baran's words as a cue to speed up. "Use your words." Baran is encouraging but firm.
"C-c-can T..Trinity and I.." You don't even know the right word to use. "P..p.pl..play together... ev..en though you arent here." You breathe in sharply, you can feel the orgasm building low in your stomach, gaining strength with each move of Trinty's hand.
"It sounds like you’ve already started, baby."
Trinity freezes. Your grinding hips still. Guilt seizes you and panic floods Trinity's wide-eyed stare. You'd feel a little smugger about knowing you’d be caught if you weren’t now desperately wet and disappointed you hadn't even touched Trinity . She grabs the phone from you, kindly using the hand not shimmering with your slick.
"I'm sorry B!!" If only Baran could see the pretty pout on Trinity's face. She has puppy eyes like no one you've ever seen. That Baran has any resolve against them speaks volumes about her will power. "I missed you. We missed you."
"Thats why we..." You want to plead your case. A shameful blush creeps over your skin. "We just. Couldn’t help it." You aren't going to drop Trinity in trouble. You might be a suck up but you're no snitch. You take the phone from her hand and Trinity leaves a kiss of thanks to your neck.
"Please, Baran...please." Trinity wraps her legs round your thigh. With her pressed so close you can feel her shorts are soaked through. "Trinity's achey...I can tell. Feel bad if I can't help her." Trinity groans into your neck listening to you. She angles herself again so she can speak.
"I'm sorry Baran, I wouldn't make baby break the rules. Just want her to feel good. Please, can we?"
"Hmmmm we'll see." She leaves that hanging there. You wonder again where Baran is taking this call and how she is keeping a straight face listening to her whiney needy girls. You get your answer sooner than you'd like.
"Sorry kittens, coffee breaks almost over. I'll call you girls tonight and we'll discuss it okay? No more touching until then. Am I clear?"
Reluctantly you both agree.
"Good girls. Love you."
She hangs up after you say "love you" in unison. You throw your phone off into the tangled duvet and lay back with a frustrated groan. Trinity rolls herself back over you and plants a kiss on your forehead.
"Thanks for not telling."
"Hmm I wouldn't. Could kill you though. How am I meant get through the day like this?" You grind your wetness up into her so she knows exactly what she's done.
"You can start by taking me to breakfast. Seeing as mine." Her eyes look down your body "was interrupted."
"Urgh." You sigh but how could you say no. Anything to keep the two busy until Baran calls.
Trinity hadn't eaten all shift, had glanced at the clock sometime around 1am and the next time she checked it was 6.30. Trauma after trauma had rolled in. Did the people of Pittsburgh not have the decency to have their medical emergencies before midnight?
She finally sat down, legs aching, and dropped her head on the desk. The cool plastic of the center station pressed against her forehead like a soothing balm and she let out a sigh that just barely qualified as not-a-moan. Maybe she could just stay like this? Day shift would be here soon and they could work around her. Dana was more than capable of adapting. She was resourceful like that.
She shut out the noise that had finally quieted down, leaving only the hum of florescent lights, the beeping of machines that weren't urgent, and the soft sounds of night shift staff holding their breath for the finish line. Basically a lullaby.
Her breathing slowed, in and out, sliding from shaky to calm and deep. Her eyes closed.
One more minute...
Something tickled her nose. The scent of amber and bergamot, overriding the antiseptic. The tension in her shoulders eased involuntarily.
"Busy night?"
Baran's voice was soft and quiet behind her. Close enough and low enough for only Trinity to hear.
She hummed. Speech was somewhere in Trauma 1, left there an hour ago.
There was a pause, as if someone was looking around to make sure the coast was clear, then Baran's fingers found their way into Trinity's hair. She scratched lightly at her scalp. Trinity tried not to purr.
"I'll order you an Uber home after handover."
"Nghh. 'm stayin' here. Not moving."
"That seems unsanitary." Trinity could hear the smile in her tone.
Baran's fingers retreated and she tried not to whine at the loss. With a herculean effort she opened her eyes, tilting her head without lifting it. Baran was looking down at her, expression unbearably soft. She smoothed it into something more professional the moment Trinity's eyes met hers.
Something gripped tight in Trinity's chest. Must have been the Red Bull finally catching up to her.
She forced herself to sit up, stretching her aching back with a yawn. Baran looked away, head snapping to the side with a speed that made Trinity dizzy.
She exhaled, rolling her shoulders. She tried to sound like a competent doctor. "I'm alive."
"Good. Although I also appreciate when my residents are conscious as well as merely alive."
"I was just resting my eyes."
Baran's gaze fell back to Trinity, and although her hands were now firmly behind her back, spine straight and face impassive, she couldn't hide the amusement that crinkled the corners of her eyes. She clicked her tongue. "I'm still not letting you drive home."
"I can take care of myself."
"I know. Consider it doing me a favour." She ignored Trinity's snort of disbelief. "It would not be good for my rota if my resident crashed on the way home."
"You have other residents. Your rota would survive."
"Maybe. But I quite like having you."
Trinity blinked. She'd fallen asleep at the desk. This was some sort of weird dream where her boss, the one she had tried to suppress her embarrassingly huge crush on, just told her she wanted her around. I quite like having you.
Jesus. She needed to lay off the caffeine.
Trinity managed to say, "Um."
Baran's facade cracked. She looked smug. Trinity thought the expression suited her.
"Handover in ten minutes, Dr Santos. Then you can escape."
Trinity did not want to escape. She wanted to stay right here, with Baran looking at her with satisfied amusement. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish.
Baran relented, picking up a tablet and turning to walk away. "Handover, taxi, then sleep. In that order."
Trinity gulped. "Yes, boss."
She watched her attending walk away, all the way to the end of the hallway until she disappeared into her office.
She shook her head. Maybe the nightcrawlers weren't weird. Maybe nights just made the impossible happen.
pitt yuri week day 1 // lazy morning // garsanshimi
short and sweet because i’m writing this on day 1 so no promises for the rest of the week lol
“What are you doing?” Baran murmurs sleepily, blinking hard against the sunlight poring in through the open windows.
“Sorry, I was trying not to wake you,” Yolanda says, smiling down at her. She looked aflame in the sun, skin gold, untamed curls backlit and creating a fuzzy halo around her head.
“You stopped blocking the sun from my eyes,” Baran says, burying her face into the pillow.
Yolanda just laughs before leaning down to press a kiss to her temple. “I’m going for a run, wanna come?”
Baran knows there’s no way Trinity is awake, but her timing is impeccable nonetheless, as the arm slung over Baran’s hips tightens, pulling their bodies closer together. Yolanda laughs again at the movement and Baran raises an eyebrow, eyes still shut. “We’re on vacation,” she argues.
“Exactly, new routes.” And Baran can’t see it, but she can hear the excitement in Yolanda’s voice, can picture it on her face.
“Don’t get lost in the woods.”
“I’ll be back before you’re even awake,” Yolanda promises.
Baran just hums and rolls over in Trinity’s arms, tucking her face into the sleeping woman’s neck. She hears the front door of their rented cabin shut a few minutes later, right before she drifts back off to sleep.
Later, when Yolanda is back (not before they’re awake, but before they’re out of bed), they’ll make breakfast together. They’ll bring their plates and their coffee out to the deck, and sit, looking out at the water. The day will unfold and unspool from there, totally unhurried as they drift apart and together again— sunbathing, reading, naps. The limitless peace of time together with no plans or expectations. Perfect.
The Pitt Yuri Week July 13 - Lazy Morning. Barantos.
At exactly 7am, Baran heard the door unlock and she knew Trinity was finally home from Boston.
Trinity had driven Kaveh back to Boston after his summer break at home in Pittsburgh. Kaveh was entering his junior year at Harvard and insisted on Trinity to drive him back. After the drive, she then spent several days with her son. Trinity even caught up with Javadi who was an emergency psych attending at Massachusetts General Hospital. She enjoyed the trip but missed her wife who unfortunately had to work.
Trinity spent the night driving from Boston back to Pittsburgh, much to her wife’s dismay. She didn’t want to spend another night in a hotel. Fortunately, Baran quietly abused her privileges as a Chief Attending by politely demanding Trinity’s boss Dr Lyons to give Trinity an extra day off. Dr Lyons acquiesced.
Trinity had quietly went to her bedroom which she shared with Baran. She knew her wife was somehow asleep.
Instead, Baran was awake and climbed out of bed to give Trinity a hug before she kissed her on the lips. Baran wore a navy set of silk pyjamas whilst her honey highlighted curls were frizzled from sleep, Trinity found the sight endearing.
Baran sent Trinity into the shower before the younger woman came out. She was wearing a crimson Harvard tshirt and grey flannel pants.
Trinity sighed as she laid her head down for the first time in 16 hours. Her eyes got heavy and her breathing evened out whilst Baran gently raked her scalp with her fingers. Baran was softly singing a Persian lullaby when Trinity was finally asleep.
