dennis being a wingman for trinity at the gay bar is so funny to me, because he is so goddamn awkward.
i just imagine that he just goes up to pretty ladies at the bar,points to trinity,tells them " my friend over there likes you", then looks at them like this
My hc is that Dennis needs to be held during sex, just engulfed in Robby's arms
It doesn't matter if he's lying on his back with Robby on top of him, or he's on his side with Robby behind him, he needs his arms around him, needs the skin-to-skin and the pressure
dennis is pretty drunk when trinity pulls him aside at the club to ask if he could make himself scarce at their apartment that night so that he could take the girl who'd been steadily funding her drinks for the past two hours home. he says yes. of course he says yes, he's heard more of trinity's sex life than he wanted to over the past year, so at this point he was just happy to have been given the warning.
the uber ride is awkward and silent, but thankfully short. dennis is happy to rest his head against the cold window and close his eyes to avoid feeling dizzy instead of having to keep up with dry small talk. he steps out onto the sidewalk, thanking the driver before closing the door and walking up the footpath to the door of the townhouse.
the key scrapes at the keyhole as he fumbles with shaky hands to insert it aided only by the low glow of a streetlamp nearby. it clicks open and he shuffles in, toeing his shoes off to leave in the entryway. it's warm. dark, cozy, and familiar.
his throat is dry from too much alcohol and not enough water (and maybe a drunk cigarette or two). dennis stumbles his way through the unlit house to the kitchen. the moonlight shines through the window, but he doesn't need the illumination of it to know which cabinet to open or what shelf to reach towards to get a cup. when he fills the cup with ice from the freezer ice dispenser the whirring of the machine grates his ears that are very much still ringing from the too loud club music. he closes his eyes and leans back against the counter as he sips at the cold water. everything hurts. his skin feels disgusting, covered in dried down sweat and spilled drinks, but at least it's peaceful here.
"who the fuck—whitaker?"
dennis's eyes shoot open quickly, his brain lags a few seconds behind. robby is standing in front of him. dr. robby. standing in dr. robby's kitchen. because dr. robby has definitely been home from his sabbatical for weeks and it makes way more sense for him to be in his kitchen at three a.m. than for dennis to be there. because dennis isn't house sitting any more, so he definitely shouldn't still be using robby's place to hide from lesbian sex noises. it is probably actually really weird that he was there.
"is it weird that i'm here?"
"is... whitaker, are you drunk?"
dennis laughs. this is all very funny. he's suddenly aware that maybe he hasn't sobered up as much as he thought. "little bit... lottle bit..." he corrects himself between giggles.
robby sighs, rubbing at his eyes. he looks tired. probably because he just got woken up to someone in his kitchen at three in the morning. he still looks good. dennis thinks he always looks good, a little blurry right now, though.
"why are you drunk in my kitchen right now, dennis?" robby asks with a raised brow.
"muscle memory i guess. would come here when... trinity is having sex right now, so i don't wanna be home—"
robby exhales sharply, shutting his eyes and tilting his head back. "nevermind! forget i asked—"
dennis scrunches up his face, continuing on like robby didn't say anything, "because if i'm home then i'd have to hear sex noises, and i don't want to hear sex noises... unless you want to make sex noises, dr. robby. i wouldn't mind that."
robby hums awkwardly, trying to get him to shut up. "okay! i mean not— okay okay. i think you should make sleep noises right now. in the guest room. and then tomorrow you can make hangover noises, yeah?"
dennis thinks that maybe if it wasn't so dark in here, he'd be able to see that robby's face was red. "sleep," he affirms, nodding dutifully. he sets his now drained glass on the counter before padding down the hallway after robby on socked feet.
robby still doesn't ask for his house key back when he gets dennis situated in an uber (that he pays for) the next day.
Cassie and Victoria go on a date and a man flirts with Victoria.
First part here : https://www.tumblr.com/sleepybluedaisy/819402166314893313/victoria-javadicassie-mckay-1-the-pitt-18-2k?source=share
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Victoria's dress was satin, shiny and light purple, reaching her mid-thigh and tight around her waist. A V-shaped slit showed off a bit of her back, spine disappearing beneath the fabric.
Ever since her and Cassie had made the first step - Victoria letting Cassie's mouth between her legs - the two seemed to have gotten closer than before. They planned more dates, they practically always came to work together and spent most time off together.
Victoria seemed lighter, more confident. Cassie's eyes were full of pride and restrained hunger, watching the girl who used to be too shy to even eat in front of her, now getting ready for their date at a bar, doing her make-up at the full-length mirror in Cassie's bedroom.
"What do you think?" Victoria asked after applying a glittery gloss to her lips, turning her head to face Cassie who had been ready to go for more than thirty minutes now and was watching her from the bed.
"Suits you perfectly, sweetheart," Cassie replied with a small smirk.
"Sweetheart," Victoria muttered.
"What's that?"
"Nothing...I just like when you call me that."
Cassie's smirk widened and she stood up with a quiet groan, approaching her. Her arms wrapped around Victoria's waist and she rested her chin on her shoulder.
"You're too sweet," she murmured, pressing a kiss on her shoulder. "Can we go now?"
Victoria leaned into her with a small smile. "Yeah."
The two women set out, getting an uber to the bar Cassie had been frequenting since her youth. The bartender greeted her like a friend, making Victoria side-eye her in surprise.
"This is my girl Victoria," Cassie introduced her to the woman who had thick glasses and tattoos covering most of her visible skin. "Sweetheart, this is Joelle."
"Your girl?" Joelle questioned. "I thought you weren't settling down after...you know."
Victoria glanced Cassie's way, watching as the older woman paused for a moment. If she had anything on her mind, she brushed it off and shook her head.
"Things change. I'll have coke and Victoria will have a mojito," she said and Joelle nodded, getting to work.
"Yeah, I prefer a piña colada."
Victoria cleared her throat and Cassie finally looked at her. She reached out, her hand finding Victoria's thigh beneath the counter.
"Are you not going to say anything?" Cassie spoke.
The older woman smiled, squeezing her thigh. "Not what I meant. But I'll remember that for next time."
"Well... I *was* wondering how serious we were."
"Did that answer your question, then?"
Victoria bit the inside of her cheek, suddenly warm in the face. The two drinks arrived and the girl grabbed it to occupy her hands.
"I am your girlfriend, then?" she asked, before nibbling on the paper straw, getting a few sips of the drink.
Cassie's face truned surprisingly serious and she squeezed Victoria's thigh. She watched her face for a moment, the gentle upturn of her lips, the way her lipgloss imprinted on the straw. She wanted that lipgloss to mark her skin instead.
"Girlfriend," Cassie confirmed.
The two exchanged flustered smiles.
Cassie, at some point, excused herself to the restroom, sighing once coming out of the cubicle and running her hand through her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror, the pale lights above the sink highlighting her soft wrinkles and her flushed cheeks. Only then she realized how fast her heart was beating, because this was it, right? Victoria was her girlfriend. Officially. It was exhilarating, in a way, because Joelle was right. She hadn't dated seriously since Chad. Too busy dealing with her issues, with Harrison, addiction. She realized she was ready to do this again. With Victoria.
She washed her hands and walked out of the restroom, walking past some drunk college kids, when she froze in her step. On the stool she sat in previously, there was a man, seemingly Victoria's age. He was leaning against the bar, talking to her very passionately about something, gesturing with his hands. His posture was relaxed and Cassie realized very quickly that he was flirting with Victoria.
Victoria's posture was almost comically the opposite of his, shoulders rigid, her body physically angled away from his. It was strangely adorable, how she seemed to stutter out one or two polite replies, her eyes straying everywhere but the guy.
But then Cassie realized that Victoria wasn't just not entertaining this man's pathetic attempt at flirting. She was uncomfortable.
"N-No," Victoria murmured, her muscles softening beneath Cassie's touch.
Cassie didn't waste any more time. One hand in her pocket, she walked over, smoothly wrapping an arm around Victoria's waist, her brow raised. She regarded the man with with a look that could kill, but her voice remained sweet.
"Is that your friend, sweetheart?" she asked and the man reacted visibly. His eyes widened a fraction and he shifted uncomfortably. Good.
"Uh... It was nice meeting you," the man said. The awkwardness in the air shouldn't make Cassie as happy as it did.
She gave him an overly polite smile. "Respectfully, you're not needed here anymore."
He gulped, eyes moving towards Victoria one last time before leaving as fast as physics allowed him to. Cassie watched him leave, her hand moving up the girl's back before tracing down her spine.
"I'm sorry," Victoria murmured, almost shyly. "He just kept talking."
"I am not mad, sweetheart. You're adorable, you know?"
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The two returned back to Cassie's place after it hit 11pm and the sky was pitch black. But Victoria barely slid her shoes off before Cassie was on her. The girl's back hit the door and and Cassie's mouth was on hers, eager hands claiming their spot on her waist.
Cassie would never really consider herself an overly jealous type, because, let's be serious, Victoria wasn't the kind to betray her that way. But it shouldn't hurt to act a little posessive, especially since all Cassie could think of was Victoria's uncomfortable posture when the man flirted with her girlfriend.
Cassie's mind only returned to the present when she felt the girl's hands on her breasts that she learned Victoria loved so much. That was enough to make her feel that familiar heat between her legs.
"Cass..." Victoria breathed, her voice sweet and higher-pitched, her legs trembling already and all that was done was a kiss and a touch.
"Yeah, baby?" Cassie whispered. "Feeling good?"
Victoria nodded, a crease between her brows, her lipgloss now smudged, transferred on Cassie's lips. She grabbed the other woman's hand and started dragging her towards the bedroom.
The hint of desperate need in her movements made Cassie dizzy. It was as adorable as it was arousing. Victoria was so much more confident now which made her so proud.
She let Cassie undress her, sliding off her tight dress to reveal the soft, brown skin underneath, until she was bare beneath her on the bed.
"You're all mine," Cassie whispered when she leaned in, speaking against the skin of Victoria's neck. She pressed kisses down the side, moving downwards to her collarbones.
Victoria produced a series of soft, quiet whines, gradually becoming more pliant. Cassie's mouth closed around a hardened nipple while her hand grabbed her other breast, stimulating the second nipple with her thumb.
The sounds coming out of the girl's mouth were a music to her ears, maddening when combined with the restless squirming of Victoria's hips.
"Good?" Cassie asked after letting go of thr now glistening nipple.
"Y-Yes...please, keep going," the other replied, breathless.
Cassie parted Victoria's thighs, licking her lips at the familiar sight of her slit, framed with soft, dark hair. She ran her thumb through, just barely grazing the small bud. Victoria flinched, her breath catching.
"Fuck, this is all mine," Cassie whispered, mostly just to herself, wonder in her voice, as she stared down at the girl naked and vulnerable underneath her.
But Victoria heard her and nodded. "Yours..."
Cassie groaned, desire clouding her brain. She pressed one finger gently inside her, entering the warmth of Victoria's pussy. She felt her walls clench and heard the gasp falling out of her lips.
Cassie wouldn't say she was an expert at all. But she was determined. Long finger moving at a steady pace, watching Victoria's body language and expressions intently.
"Please...more..." Victoria begged sweetly and the other woman could only indulge her.
A second finger joined the first, curling to find the sweet spot. Cassie only felt this ecstatic when she was making Victoria feel good. Her brain was fuzzy just seeing the pleasure on her face, the way her thighs would quiver and her hips move in tandem of the thrusts of her fingers. Victoria was so eager for more and she was so close.
"Going to come? Come so pretty for me?" Cassie murmured, ignoring the mild ache building in her wrist, instead focusing on the warm wetness of Victoria's walls around her fingers. Her other hand joined in, her thumb drawing circles over the girl's throbbing clit.
"Ye-ah!" Victoria gasped, her back arching. "Please, please..."
Cassie felt the girl's orgasm wash over her and she watched with hooded eyes how it made her whole body tense up for a few delicious seconds before she melted into the mattress with a satisfied sigh.
Cassie pulled her fingers out and licked them off, because Victoria's taste was her favorite thing in the world. She scooped the girl up and wrapped her arms around her.
Victoria nuzzled close like a kitten, her face slotting underneath Cassie's chin. If she could hold her like this forever, she would - pliant, content and sleepy.
"I love you, sweetheart," Cassie whispered, but only when she was sure Victoria was asleep.
having a lot of feelings about this one :') something about him sleeping with his backpack in the first one (zipped up) and in the second one leaving the backpack on the ground (unzipped)
Imagining smth like Victoria's parents hosting some type of smart people party with esteemed or famous doctors and somehow a lot of the Pitt emergency doctors make the list.
Cut to Victoria secretly being dragged by Mckay upstairs to her bedroom, because she can't handle any more of that talk.
Cut to Victoria splayed beneath the older woman on the pretty sheets, being called all types of teasing pet names while they can hear the party happening on the floor beneath them.
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