@biggergiants asked: [flip] from gintoki :3c
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Work is hard sometimes. Hard in a way that she can’t put into words. In a way that settles into her bones, and she carries it back home with her. It lingers in the tense set of her shoulders even after she showers and lets herself drop onto the mattress. Gintoki notices as soon as he enters the bedroom, but says nothing. Not because he doesn’t know how to approach it, but because he understands better than anyone. Instead of asking her if she’s okay or trying to get her to talk about it, he simply joins her in bed, brings her close, and offers himself in any capacity that might make her feel better.
Alice smiles. Small, but genuine. The truth is that she loves this man with all her heart. She might not be ready to say it. Just like he is definitely not ready to hear it. But it doesn’t change the fact that she does love him, and it shows in every look and touch they share in private. Her hand cradles his handsome face, thumb affectionately caressing along his cheekbone to try and ease some of the concern she sees in his eyes before she pulls him into a kiss.
She loses herself in the taste of him for what feels like an eternity, parting only to take in much needed gulps of air before diving right back in, until his warmth has spread throughout her body as well. Breathless, she bites her kiss swollen lips and seeks his gaze, both touched and aroused at the unwavering confirmation she finds there that he is all hers to take.
Bringing him closer, she rolls them over so she’s on her back, spreading her legs to fit him between them and moaning quietly when she feels him thick and hard against her center. “Gin...” Alice breathes his name wantonly, the plane of her stomach tightening visibly as she watches him rise to his knees and reach into the nightstand to retrieve a condom.
The green of her eyes grows darker while he bites the package open, one of her hands impatiently reaching for his sweatpants and tugging them down. A tiny gasp of delight escapes her at the sight of his cock bobbing free, standing tall and proud. She barely remembers the exhaustion still plaguing her body, hips squirming in anticipation as he grips his cock by the base, pumping it lazily a couple of times before holding it still and sliding the condom on.
Not one to be outdone, she touches her fingers to the back of her thighs and slides her hands up, lifting her legs and holding them up by the back of her knees, leaving herself dripping wet and open for him. Whimpering as he further slicks himself up by rubbing his length along her slit, she angles his tip to her entrance and moans sharply when Gintoki plunges deep inside her in one delicious thrust. Clenching her eyes shut, she keeps moaning as he falls into a nice rhythm of steady pounding. It feels so good. This is exactly what she needs. A good fuck to get her mind off things. Tire her out just right so she can actually relax. She can feel her pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her. It won’t be long before she climaxes. And then everything will balance out again.
Until he suddenly pulls out of her. Opening her eyes, Alice looks up at him in what she can only imagine must be half confusion and half devastation before he’s flipping her over in bed. His large hands grip her hips in that way that drives her insane, making her insides clench around the emptiness he’s left behind, and he holds her firmly against the mattress. “I’m right here.” He whispers to her ear, and she recognizes the words with a start. It’s the same thing she tells him when he has a nightmare and his first instinct is to retreat into himself. “Just let go.” He tells her. Trust me, is what she hears. And she does. More than anyone in the world, she trusts him.
Glad that he can’t see how embarrassed she looks right now, Alice nods. “Okay...” She agrees, and finally realizes that her body is still just as tense as it’d been before they started. Taking a deep breath, she forces her shoulders to relax and feels the anticipation build once more as she waits. And waits. “Gin..!” Whining, she squirms against his hands to no avail, his steel grip keeping her perfectly still in place and only arousing her more.
“Hm~?” If the teasing isn’t enough, he shifts so his cock rests between her cheeks, so close yet still not at all where she wants it.
“Fuck me…” Her request is so lovingly sweet that even his grip falters slightly before growing even tighter.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
This time, he slides into her slowly, feeding her inch by inch, and it almost seems like it’s their first time all over again with how overwhelmingly delicious the pressure feels. “O-Oh, baby..!” Alice cries out shakily, only able to breathe right again when he’s fully sheathed himself inside her. And when he starts fucking into her, it’s like something breaks loose.
“That’s it. Let go.” Gintoki releases her hips as well so she can bend her knees and add a beautiful arch to the small of her back that lets him reach even deeper, planting his hands on the mattress and slamming into her even harder.
As another orgasm is fast approaching, she can clearly tell that it doesn’t compare to the one from before, as it now feels like a tidal wave about to crash. And when it does hit, she clenches around him scandalously tight, his name a prayer on her tongue as her body trembles all over. After a few long moments of pure bliss, she slips into hypersensitivity and withdraws from the sensations, letting him slide out of her while she rolls around with some difficulty.
Catching her breath, it takes a few seconds for her vision to focus again, and she admires the sight of him on his knees, hand clamped around his still rock hard length glistening with her pleasure. Her entire body feels like jelly, but she reaches out to touch his throbbing cock, smiling at that warning groan she draws from deep within his chest. “Come here...” Alice beckons him sweetly, taking off the condom and throwing it aside. Her hand curls around one of his gorgeous hipbones and urges him closer with what little strength she has left.
“Fuck my mouth, Gin.” She begs him, staring up into his eyes and sticking her tongue out at him to show where he can slide his cock before licking her lips. “I want to make you cum inside me.”
Every doctor knows why there are rules keeping them from treating those they’re close to. At least rationally. But it isn’t until they’re actually faced with it as a reality that they can understand the weight of that stipulation, and how it is meant to protect not only the patient but themselves as well. Alice should be further assessing the damage, eyes having instinctively washed over his figure in search of any other wounds, but they stop on his pale face and refuse to budge at the sight of that infuriating little smile he tries to put on for her.
She swallows the panic threatening to rise up along her throat, as well as her anger at him pretending to be fine. She needs to be a doctor now. A deep, steadying breath and she’s moving forward, setting her bag on his bed and offering him support. “I need you to lie down on the floor for me, okay?” If his bed is too soft, it’ll make it harder for her to suture the wound. Besides, as much as she is able to compartmentalize her own feelings, she can’t forget the kids. She doesn’t want them seeing bloodied sheets.
Once he’s safely down on the floor with a pillow under his head, she brings her bag closer, quickly sterilizing her hands and pulling gloves on, putting more pressure on the wound for a moment longer before properly checking it. “Rough day, hm?” She takes a page from his book and asks with a small smile, hoping to get him talking while she works. “I’m giving you something for the pain now. Do you know what kind of weapon did this?” It’s getting cleaned and thoroughly checked anyway, but if she doesn’t have to worry about searching for fragments or shards of anything, it’ll go quicker.
@biggergiants asked: he wants to make plans, to celebrate the day and make sure she manages to have some fun on this special day… but she’s working and there isn’t much that gintoki can do about it. so instead he waits until he knows she’s done with her shift, mischievous grin as he leans against the wall by the door. “fancy meeting you here.” it’s not like he’s literally waiting for her where she works. idiot. “little birdie told me it’s a special day. you have any plans or can i treat you to some dinner?”
She’s lived on her own for most of her life at this point, working through holidays and other important dates has just become part of her routine. Her birthday is no exception, with her often forgetting about it altogether until her coworkers were congratulating her. This year, she is glad for only being scheduled for a single shift, the thought of maybe getting to see a certain someone later in the day lifting her spirits. Only to find him coincidentally right outside the hospital, all handsome and charming and making her heart race.
Running her fingers through her hair, Alice regrets not paying better attention to how she looked before leaving, hoping she’s at least presentable. “I’d love that.” Maybe the whole birthday thing has her feeling bolder, but she steps closer than usual as they walk side by side back to her place. “So... what’s the dress code for this dinner?” She muses, gaze washing over him appreciatively as he looks particularly nice today. “Are we going out?” That would be lovely, but she wouldn’t mind a quiet night in with him and some takeout either.
His charm hits a little different today, and she grows more timid not out of that fond little sense of infatuation that comes whenever he smiles at her, but rather with an annoying bout of insecurity. Of course he’s popular. Him being exceedingly handsome aside, he’s also kind and goes out of his way to help people beyond what his job entails. All the women in the neighborhood must have stopped by with their gifts already. She manages a smile at the thought of a thankful wife sending gifts every year, but her brain chooses to focus on the most instead, meaning a few weren’t from clients. His teasing remark hits the nail on the head, and she’s not quite prepared for it, color rising along her cheeks. Whatever easy confidence she had thinking she could just casually give him a valentine’s day gift has now slipped through her fingers, and she can only muster enough to give both of them an out.
“I... made chocolate strawberry shortcake.” She explains with a small smile, still holding the bag behind herself. “But you’re probably sick of sweets by now, huh?”
