Are there going to be anymore chapters of good girl?
if ya want more then i'll happily write! got a few wips happening first but loved this fic so would def write again. had some thoughts of where to take it but let me know of any requests for it if you have them <3
Dom bottom Dana, all mouthy, telling what to do, mocking how desperate you are for just a taste, until you edge her one too many times then she’s begging - send tweet
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"aw baby, look at you"
despite dana being the one splayed out beneath you, mockery laced her words in such a bitter tone it made you whine.
"dying to taste me, huh?" her dark eyes locked onto yours, lip curling at the corner. "so quiet baby, what happened?" she swirled the pads of two fingers slowly against her clit, head propped up against pillows at the top of the bed.
you knelt, straddling one of her thighs and the wetness leaking from your cunt didn't go unnoticed. you'd been a big dick all night, the wandering hands at dinner and big promises of what would happen when you got home. but dana had this ability to bring you to your knees, even when she was the one on her back.
a hand came to rest beside her head as you moved up to hover above dana. your other hand slid over hers, following the motions of spreading the slick mess between her legs.
"looks like you're pretty excited too" you smirked when her breath caught at your touch.
"clearly not as much as you" she pushed her thigh up against your pussy, hard. you shook your head at the jolt of your hips, determined to regain the upper hand here.
dana laughed. "see, not so clever now— ah" she ate her words when you sunk a finger in deep. you watched her swallow hard, how she fought the threat of her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
"what was that?" a second finger joined the first. "huh? you were saying?" you felt smug as her cunt swallowed your fingers whole, the way she writhed against them despite putting on such a show seconds ago.
"fuck, you love this" the words came out through gritted teeth.
"yeah" your fingers curled deep, working against her soft inner walls and hitting her g-spot with ease. "i really do" the words fell against her cheek, breath hot in the crook of dana's neck.
you fucked her hard. she was so wet.
"and you like it too. taking my fingers so good, so fucking good dana" you became breathless, dragging your soaked pussy along her thigh in tandem.
you felt her get close. the way she squeezed you, fisted the sheets and then your hair, pulling at your scalp in a silent plea to keep going. so obviously, you stopped.
dana exhaled a breath she'd been holding in as she was about to cum. the look in her eyes both questioning and irritated and you knew she wouldn't beg, not as first. so you'd just have to keep going, bringing her to the edge repeatedly til she had no choice but to scream and plead for relief.
"don't" a single word, a warning. one that you chose to ignore.
"don't what?" god you were being so annoying but she was right, you loved it. you started moving your fingers again, slow but deep enough to elicit a deep groan from dana as her back arched from the mattress.
"don't play g-games" she managed. words strained and stuck in her throat.
"don't know what you mean baby, just making you feel good"
you pursed your lips and spat a glob of saliva straight onto her cunt. she whelped when your tongue found her clit, lapping the wetness messily in frantic circles til your face was glistening and she was coming again, so close, so tight, so—
"fuck!" you pulled away quick and hard, this time had been even closer than the last. "are you fuckin kidding me" she whined between ragged breaths, hand coming up to cover her eyes.
"what baby? doesn't feel good?" you cooed.
this went on until tears pooled at dana's lashline. her cunt all swollen and clit puffy, she whined in need of relief and part of you felt bad looking down at her like this. she'd fallen apart beneath you and needed to cum.
when you sunk your fingers in for the last time, her hand wrapped round your wrist, tight and hopeful. your bodies lay against one another, sweaty and writhing.
"please, please, please" her grip tightened and your forehead fell to her cheek. "don't stop, please, keep going, let me cum, please" the words toppled out one after the other. "god i'll be good i'm sorry please, need to c-cum"
fuck, you felt your cunt twitch against her leg, rocking in frantic motion til your stomach grew hot and tight.
"not gonna stop, come on, cum for me baby" you fucked her sloppy and messy, fingers in and out, rubbing her clit then sinking back inside with such fervour. it was sloppy and hot and fuck...
"oh my—" dana came in silence. mouth open with your forehead pressed against her, eyes screwed shut. she rode it for as long as it lasted, convulsing when the pleasure ricocheted through every limb and nerve betore it was you chasing the relief and coming against her thigh.
you swear she blacked out for second. body limp under your weight as you both laid in a breathless, panting pile.
a/n: from a request (thank u anon) can't believe i haven't done this before bc i need dana's latexed hands stat. obviously completely inappropriate occurrences for the setting, if u don't like don't read <3
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"sit right there for me"
the bland cubicle stood bright and quiet. each noise amplified— swish of the curtain being drawn shut, wheels on the stool rolling over the linoleum, a snap of latex against dana's hand.
"gotta be quiet for me 'kay? this is a hospital, lotta sick people here so you gonna keep the noise down yeah?"
"yes nurse"
this all started a few days ago when dana came home without changing. usually, she'd leave her worn scrubs at the hospital in trade for a new, laundered pair but this one particular shift had been hellish, running a minimum of three hours over and she decided she wouldn't be staying a moment longer than necessary. dana walked through the door with the remnants of the day written all over her: hair messy, sleeves creased and rolled up to her elbows, no trace of the pale lipstick she applied every morning. the only effect it should have had on you was that of a caring girlfriend yet you found yourself feeling overcome with something when she walked into the bedroom.
so yeah, you figured maybe you wanted your hot girlfriend to play nurse with you a little. maybe you'd convinced her it could be sexy, dana finally giving in when you'd shown her just how wet the thought alone made you.
what you didn't expect was the execution. how dana dragged you into the ED one day under the guise of a check up, something about a flu-like fever you'd not managed to shake for a few weeks. no one batted an eye-lid.
"gonna check a few things, relax f'me" her husky voice made you melt into the hospital bed that your legs were swinging from. she checked your temperature, "good, 97°", then clipped something small and plastic on your finger, "oxygen's fine, 96%", she hummed as her hand danced up to your neck. the gloved tips rubbed small circles against your skin, a whiff of latex invading your senses. "any tenderness here?"
you shook your head. you'd never seen dana work before, suddenly feeling jealous at every fucker that came into the ED to be sat in front of her parted lips and focused eyes.
"words honey, any pain?"
"no nurse" you looked down at dana slotted between your thighs, the denim skirt you wore rode up as you opened yourself up more on instinct.
"good girl" she removed her hand from your neck, letting it rest on your bare thigh just momentarily. "gonna check your breathing now, do as i say 'kay?"
you went to nod before— "yes nurse"
dana pulled the stethoscope from her neck and into her ears. "can you lift your shirt f'me— perfect just like that"
she lingered the metallic base against your skin and your knuckles dug into the leather bed at the apprehension. you gasped when it made contact, her wrist grazing your tit as she manouvered the scope around your chest. "deep breath in..." you did, shakily. "and out"
dana couldn't hide the smirk forming on her lips. "heart rates spiking a little honey, how you feelin?"
"not great" it came out whiner than you'd intended. "i'm all hot and achy, n-need some help" at this point you were sure there'd be a damp spot on the bed underneath you, your thighs clenched down and hard as dana tsked her tongue, still circling the scope against your chest.
"yeah? well that's what nurses are for— show me, where you achin?"
dana was shocked by how much the words alone were affecting you. watching you roll your hips and whine as if there wasn't a whole set of doctors and sick patients on the other side of the wall.
"c'mon, show me" the metal trailed a little lower down your sternum. "here?" you shook your head and she brought it lower, just above your belly button. "this achin?" you shook your head again, knuckles growing white against the bed. you couldn't take any more.
"my pussy, fuck dana— please, achin so bad, touch me"
your sudden outburst caught dana off guard and you noticed the tightening of her own thigh muscles.
"such a good girl tellin me, let's have a look"
she placed one gloved hand, flat, on the inside of your thigh, pushing you open more as your skirt rode all the the way to your hips. dana pulled the scope from under your shirt, and let it disappear between your legs, tracing the metal right where dampness had grown in your panties.
your mouth fell open, silent and shaky.
"thaaat's it, there we go"
more pressure came, causing your cunt to flutter around nothing and your clit to throb. wetness leaked with every circle against your underwear and every squeeze of latex on your bare skin.
"dana, please, i'm—" god you'd never felt so empty.
"i know, i know, i'm gonna help, we're gonna get you better"
at this point you were ready to sink two fingers inside yourself, the need for relief growing almost painful. luckily, dana had decided your treatment plan involved tugging your panties to the side and inspecting your dripping folds with a singular finger.
the sensation was new. cool latex rubbing softly along your slit, teasing your clit in small tight ministrations.
the moans threatening to spill at the back of your throat led to dana's nails digging into the flesh of your thigh, the blue glove almost tearing at each fingertip.
"shh, shh c'mon focus" her face mimicked yours when she sunk a finger deep inside your sopping hole, brows raised, mouth parted, breath ragged and shallow. "that's it, how's that feel?"
"g-good, so ah— fucking good" she pumped it slow and deep. the wrinkled material of the glove dragged along your inner walls, you felt tight and hot against it. "need another, please"
your beg was enough to convince dana to add another digit, your cunt sucking it in as she started fucking you with more urgency. after all, time wasn't on your side and the last thing she needed was robby coming in to see what was taking so long. she knew you'd already be close with how you were strangling her fingers.
dana couldn't ignore her own arousal bubbling away in the pit of her stomach. how you reacted to every touch, how much you needed her, needed to cum, to be taken care of. god, she could roll her hips a few time and cum on this very stool in front of you.
"that's it, doin so well baby. gonna feel so much better when you cum, you gettin close?"
her voice was hot and husky, accent as thick as ever.
"so close, feels so g-good oh my god"
dana fucked you til your cum soaked up to her knuckles and absurd wet noises filled the room. her thumb found your slick clit, rubbing frantic and messy in desperation to see you come undone above her.
"fuck i'm coming, oh— mommy i'm"
it was dana that moaned when you came, curling her fingers hard inside you as you convulsed around her. suddenly you were light headed, coming down from all those ragged breathes you'd inhaled and held as you'd tipped over the edge.
when she pulled out, the blue latex glistened all wet and covered in you. dana traced them along your bottom lip, dampening the skin before pushing past to the flat of your tongue. you sucked the gloves clean, the tang and feel of latex unfamiliar but fucking delightful all the same.
dana lost herself in it all for a second. then she was snapping the gloves from her hands and throwing them in the waste.
"what's the diagnosis then nurse, am i gonna be okay?" you asked all coy and innocent, legs swinging from the bed.
"just fine. but make sure to come back and see me if the ache comes back..." dana winked, coming to her feet and helping you down from the bed.
"thanks nurse" you hopped down.
"now get" dana pecked your cheek and slapped your ass. "see you at home"
Commas and periods are good things, you know! I understand Becca is important but again, I'm so tired of Taylor talking about Becca and only Becca in interviews and not other cast members who aren't guest stars. Becca won't be in S3. I don't care about Becca, I care about the characters Mel works with.
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Who is she supposed to talk about? Other than Langdon she doesn’t have significant scenes with anyone else except maybe Dana in Season 2.
Also not caring about Becca but liking Mel is weird it’s a pretty central part to her character.
Dana Evans x Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Warnings: fluff (you know me at this point lol), smut, sand
WC: 4.6k
Authors Note: First and foremost! We are 1000 strong! Love you guys, crazy to think I started this blog years ago just writing about a hot redhead and now I'm celebrating this milestone still writing about her :). Seriously love you guys and the journey we are on together. Special thanks to @middleagedactressexpert for being the cutest muse. Love you all and enjoy!
Eventually the light shifted and the park began to empty. Melissa checked her phone, then yours, and the two of you finally stood. The walk back was unhurried; her hand stayed in yours most of the way. By the time you reached the apartment, the quiet of the street had given way to familiar voices inside.
Dana’s daughters were still there.
You heard them before the door was fully open—Claire laughing from the kitchen, Sophie accusing Dana of moving something she had specifically told her not to move.
“I did not lose it,” Dana called back.
“You moved it.”
Dana appeared in the hallway just as you stepped inside, blonde hair loose, face softening when she saw you.
“Hey.”
You kissed her cheek. Melissa got a raised eyebrow and a dry, “Survive the date?”
She introduced Melissa as an old friend. The girls took to her immediately—especially once the embarrassing teenage stories started. Leather jackets that swallowed Dana whole, sneaking out, the corner-store roof and the plastic-bag “cat.” Claire and Sophie were delighted. Dana looked like she was reconsidering every life choice that had led to this moment.
Somewhere between the roasting and Mel cooking, Sophie mentioned a long weekend she’d taken with friends.
“Ventnor & Margate is an hour away. You’d love it, Mom. Super low-key. Quick drive.”
Claire nodded. “We should all go sometime.”
The idea settled into the room without anyone forcing it.
You moved around the kitchen with the ease of someone who had been part of these girls’ lives for years—answering where the charger was, where the sweater had been left, which one of them still refused mushrooms. Melissa noticed. She didn’t comment, but she watched you differently after that.
Dinner was loud and easy. Melissa told stories. Dana corrected them. The girls sided with Melissa on principle. At one point Sophie leaned in and told her, “You make Mom turn the color of a tomato. It’s amazing.”
Dana looked at the ceiling and declared the evening “lovely” in a tone that suggested otherwise.
When the girls finally left—hugs for you, shy but warm ones for Melissa, promises of more stories next time—the apartment went quiet.
Dana stood looking at the closed door. Melissa stepped in close, one hand finding her waist.
“They’re good kids.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m fine being the old friend for now,” Melissa said. “No rush, Evans.”
Something in Dana relaxed. She kissed her—soft, brief—then you were pulled into the same easy circle. Touches, leftover smiles, the three of you fitting together without an audience.
For tonight, that was enough.
And somewhere in the back of your minds, a quiet beach an hour away had started to sound like a very good idea.
—
The next week should have been ordinary.
It wasn’t.
You and Dana went back to the Pitt. Melissa went back to Abbott. Schedules slammed into place again—early shifts, late charts, second-graders with endless energy—but the three of you had stopped pretending the wanting had cooled.
Monday started with a photo.
You were still in the supply closet grabbing supplies when your phone buzzed. Melissa had sent a picture from the teachers’ bathroom mirror: hot pink lace, a new set she said, her hand just under the waistband of her pants, caption short and filthy.
Thinking about the weekend.
You showed Dana between patients. She stared at the screen for a long second, jaw tight, then muttered, “I’m going to fuck her,” and dragged you into the on-call room for seven desperate minutes that left your legs shaky and her lipstick smeared.
Tuesday it was Dana who started it. A voice note at 6:14 a.m. while Melissa was still getting ready for school—low, rough, describing exactly what she wanted to do to both of you that night. Melissa texted back a string of curses and a promise. You spent the entire morning shift wet and useless.
They made good on it that evening. Melissa stopped by the apartment “just to drop off leftovers.” She never made it past the entryway.
The second the door clicked shut behind her, Dana had her back against it—one thigh pressed between Melissa’s legs, mouth already on her neck.
You locked the deadbolt and stepped in close, crowding them both.
Clothes only half-off. You shoved Melissa’s shirt up under her arms; Dana hooked her fingers in the cups of her bra and yanked them down so her breasts spilled free—full, heavy, nipples already tight.
Dana made a hungry sound and took one into her mouth, sucking hard, tongue working the peak while her hand squeezed the other. Melissa’s head thumped back against the door with a broken inhale
Your hand snaked down the front of Melissa’s pants, finding her plush and wet. Dana’s fingers worked open your belt at the same time. Your palm stayed over Melissa’s mouth when she got too loud; she bit down on the base of your thumb instead, then your shoulder, trying to stay quiet while you rubbed tight circles over her clit.
She came first—sudden, thighs clamping hard around your hand, a muffled cry bitten into your shoulder. You kept working her through it, until the tremors started to ease.
Dana didn’t get the same mercy. Melissa’s hand were already between her legs, two fingers searching for her special spot, thumb rubbing tight circles over her clit while you held Dana up against the wall.
She came right after, forehead pressed to Melissa’s, a broken, quiet moan exhaled as she pulsed around Melissa’s fingers. You loved the way her whole body shook between the two of you.
You were last. Melissa’s free hand slid into your pants, finding you soaked, and worked you with the same filthy efficiency she’d just used on Dana. You came with both of them watching—flushed, breathless, still pressed together—your forehead dropping to Melissa’s collarbone as the pleasure tore through you in hard waves.
Somewhere in the aftermath—Dana gasped, “Beach. We should just go to that fucking beach,” and Melissa laughed, breathless and wrecked against your neck, and said, “You’re both insane.”
Wednesday was quieter only because the schedules refused to line up. Sexts flew all day instead. Melissa sent a picture of her thighs parted in the breakroom chair during planning period.
You sent one back from the hospital bathroom that made her threaten to leave early. Dana, stuck on charge, just kept sending single-word replies—soon, mine, both.
Thursday Melissa showed up at the Pitt during your shift with Dana. She claimed she was “in the neighborhood.” Robby took one look at the three of you in the hallway and walked the other direction without a word.
You barely made it to the on-call room. This time it was all three—messy, rushed, laughing between kisses when your phone went off and was immediately silenced.
Melissa had somehow produced a strap from her bag—smuggled in like contraband—and the two of you almost lost it laughing while she buckled it onto you with quick, practiced hands in the on-call room.
“You brought a strap to the hospital?” you whispered, still grinning as she adjusted the harness.
“Emergency supply,” Melissa shot back. “Never know when you’re gonna need one.”
Dana just shook her head, already flushed, and pulled Melissa in by the hips. Pants shoved down. Your hand between Melissa’s legs, finding her soaked, while Melissa stroked you through the thin fabric of the harness.
The second the silicone slid into her, she bit back a moan against your mouth. You fucked her in short, deep strokes, one hand braced on the wall, the other still working her clit.
You came first—quiet, forehead pressed to hers—while she clenched around the strap and followed right after, Dana’s fingers and filthy praise tipping her over.
Melissa barely gave either of you time to recover. She tugged the strap still harnessed to you, guided Dana forward, and helped her sink down onto it with a shared, shaky breath.
Dana started riding you in tight, urgent rolls of her hips—short and deep, the angle perfect. Melissa’s hand slipped between them, fingers finding Dana’s clit and stroking in quick, slick circles while she kissed her.
Dana came faster than normal, a surprised moan came out as she clenched around your cock. You held her through it, still buried inside her, while Melissa kept working her clit until the last tremor faded.
Still inside her, you heard yourself say, “One weekend. We drive down. No phones.”
Friday night they finally had more than twenty minutes—but none of you had the energy for the usual intensity after the week spent taking every moment you could.
The apartment door closed. Coats hit the floor. The three of you ended up in a slow, tangled pile on the cushions, kissing more than anything else at first.
Hands moved careful. Everyone was a little sore, a little oversensitive from the week of rushed, stolen moments, and it showed in the way you touched each other—gentle, unhurried, almost lazy.
Melissa stretched out between you and Dana, letting both of you take your time with her. Soft mouths on her neck, her breasts, the inside of her thighs. When she came it was quiet, her fingers threaded through your hair and Dana’s, body stretching once before she melted back into the cushions with a long, contented sigh.
Then you both turned to Dana. You and Melissa traded slow kisses down her stomach, fingers and tongues working in easy rhythm until she finished with a grateful moan, one hand still holding Melissa’s and the other curled around the back of your neck.
When it was your turn they didn’t rush. Dana’s fingers stayed shallow and careful in your heat, more about connection than intensity.
The orgasm that eventually took you was softer than the ones earlier in the week—but the physical pleasure was secondary; what flooded you instead was pure endorphin-soaked happiness at the two of them—Melissa’s mouth still soft on your skin, Dana’s fingers laced with yours, the simple fact of being held by both.
Afterward the three of you stayed piled together, legs tangled, skin cooling. No one reached for more.
It was Dana who spoke first.
“We’re going to that beach tomorrow. I’m not asking.”
Melissa, tucked between the two of you, just nodded, eyes half-lidded.
“Yeah. Okay. Beach.”
You smiled, completely spent, and pulled both of them closer. The constant low-grade ache of wanting more time had finally quieted. Tomorrow the little beach an hour away would stop being a dream and start being real.
—
The next morning the three of you loaded a single overnight bag into the trunk and left the city under a pale blue sky.
You took the driver’s seat. Dana claimed the passenger side with coffee and the aux cord. Melissa stretched out across the back seat, kicked her shoes off, and was asleep before you even hit the highway—soft snoring, one arm dangling off the seat, completely dead to the world.
Dana glanced over her shoulder and huffed a quiet laugh.
“She’s out.”
“Two minutes. Impressive.”
You drove in comfortable silence for a while, the low hum of the tires filling the car. Eventually Dana reached over and rested her hand on your thigh.
“We should probably acknowledge we’ve been fucking like rabbits all week,” she said dryly.
You snorted. “Understatement.”
Another mile passed before you spoke again.
Melissa was asleep in the back seat, folded toward the window with her curls everywhere, breathing deep enough that you kept your voice low.
“How are you feeling about all of this?” You glanced at Dana. “Really.”
Her hand was resting on your thigh.
“Are you happy? Does anything feel wrong? Do you still want…” You hesitated, searching for a word that didn’t sound ridiculous. “This. Her. With us.”
Dana was quiet.
The sunlight moved across her face in slow intervals.
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m happy.”
You waited.
Dana knew better than to think that would satisfy you.
Her thumb moved once against your leg.
“I’m really happy.”
There was something almost reluctant in the admission, as if saying it too loudly might tempt somebody to take it away.
You looked over.
Dana was watching the road ahead.
“I don’t want anything to change,” she continued. “Not right now. And I still want her.”
A beat.
“With us.”
Her fingers tightened around your thigh.
“I want to see what this becomes.”
You let that settle before asking, “But?”
Dana breathed out through her nose.
Of course there was a but—you knew Dana.
Then, quietly, “Sometimes I look at her and I’m nineteen again.”
Your chest tightened.
Dana’s eyes stayed on the road.
“I know she’s not that person anymore. I know why she left. I understand all of it now in a way I couldn’t then.”
Her hand went still on your leg.
“But there’s this stupid part of me that keeps waiting for her to disappear.”
Dana swallowed.
“I’ll wake up and she’ll decide this was too much. Or it got too real. Or somebody says the wrong thing and…” She shook her head once. “She’ll be gone.”
In the rearview mirror, Melissa slept on, completely unaware.
Dana glanced back at her, only for a second.
“She left once,” Dana said. “I know it was thirty years ago. I know that’s not fair.”
“It doesn’t have to be fair,” you said.
Dana looked at you.
“You were hurt.”
Her mouth tightened. “Yeah.”
You reached down and covered the hand on your thigh with yours.
Dana turned her palm beneath it and laced your fingers together.
“I don’t think she’s leaving,” you said.
“I don’t either.”
That was the problem. You understood it without her saying more. Believing Melissa wanted this only made Dana capable of losing it again.
You brought Dana’s hand to your mouth and kissed her knuckles.
“For what it’s worth, I think she’s scared too.”
Dana’s expression softened. You ran your thumb over her knuckles.
“I think you’re both trying really hard not to be scared.”
Dana looked at you.
“She came back carrying years of regret,” you said quietly. “And you’re letting her close again after spending years knowing what it felt like when she left.”
Dana’s fingers tightened around yours.
“That’s a lot for both of you.”
For a moment, she just watched you.
Then her gaze drifted toward the rearview mirror.
Melissa was still asleep, red hair pressed against the window, completely unaware of the conversation happening around her.
“I don’t want her to think I’m waiting for her to screw this up,” Dana said.
“I don’t think you are.”
Your thumb moved slowly across her hand.
“I think you’re hoping she stays.”
Dana looked back at you.
Something vulnerable passed across her face before she could hide it.
“Yeah.”
You lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“I think she’s hoping she gets to.”
Dana went quiet at that.
Her hand settled back onto your thigh, and after a moment, her thumb started moving again.
—
By the time you reached the beach, Melissa had woken up enough to deny ever having been asleep.
“You were snoring.”
“I don’t snore.”
Dana opened the trunk. “You were.”
Melissa lowered her sunglasses just enough to look at both of you over the top.
“You two wanna spend the day together or you wanna keep lying to my face?”
You took the beach bag from Dana.
“Together,” you winced.
“Then I never snored.”
“Deal,” you said.
Melissa pushed her sunglasses back into place.
“Smart girl,” Dana laughed patting you on the back.
The beach was thankfully not very busy, but the sunlight was hard against the water and the sand hot. It took the three of you several minutes to find a spot far enough from the larger families and close enough to the water to satisfy everyone. Dana helped you wrestle the umbrella into the sand while Melissa supervised from a safe distance.
“You gonna help?”
“I am helping.”
“You’re sitting.”
“I’m supervising.”
Dana shoved the pole deeper. Melissa adjusted the enormous straw hat shading nearly half her face.
“I bring other things to this relationship.”
You stopped. Dana stopped too. Melissa realized what she had said at exactly the same time.
There was half a beat.
Then she pointed toward the umbrella. “Don’t.”
You grinned. Dana’s mouth curved. Melissa sat beneath the shade with tremendous dignity. Neither of you said a word.
“Both of you are annoying.”
Dana finished securing the umbrella. “And yet you came.”
Melissa looked up at her. “Yeah.”
The answer came softer than the rest. Dana held her gaze for a second.
Once the umbrella was secure, the three of you made quick work of the rest: a low beach tent staked behind it for shade, towels spread out, sunscreen passed around and rubbed in with varying degrees of thoroughness, and the cooler cracked open so drinks sat waiting in the sand. Everything was set.
After that you lasted approximately seven minutes before running into the water.
Dana lasted nine.
Melissa lasted considerably longer.
She had arranged herself beneath the umbrella with her hat, sunglasses, a book, and enough sunscreen to survive direct contact with the sun.
When you came jogging backward toward the water and waved at her, she lifted one hand.
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was gonna ask.”
“Yes, I do.”
Dana passed you at a run.
“Leave her! Catch me!”
That settled it.
You took off after her. Dana was faster than she looked—not faster than you, but close enough to make you work for it. You caught her just before the water, getting both arms around her waist from behind. Dana shrieked when your momentum carried both of you into the shallows. The sound was so unlike her usual composure that you started laughing.
“You asshole.”
“You said catch you.”
“I didn’t say tackle me.”
“You should’ve specified.”
You leaned in and stole a quick, salty kiss before she could splash you. Dana made an offended noise against your mouth, then turned in your arms and splashed water into your face anyway.
You stared at her.
“Oh.”
Dana backed away, grinning. “You started it.”
You lunged. She ran.
For the next several minutes the two of you behaved like children. You chased each other through the surf, splashing and grabbing and trying to drag the other farther into the water.
Every time you caught her you planted another playful kiss—on her cheek, the corner of her mouth, the top of her wet shoulder—before she twisted free again, laughing.
Dana finally got both hands on your shoulders and jumped onto your back. You caught her legs.
“Absolutely not.”
“Go.”
“You weigh a whole person.”
“Go.”
You started running toward deeper water. Dana laughed against your ear, then pressed a quick kiss there just to be annoying. You retaliated by tipping both of you sideways into a wave.
Back on shore, Melissa had lowered her book. You could see her watching. Even from this distance, you knew the expression.
You waved. Melissa lifted her middle finger.
Dana, still half-draped over your back, laughed harder.
Eventually you managed to lure Melissa close enough to the water to qualify as participation.
She stood ankle-deep in a black two-piece bikini that somehow managed to look both practical and unfair, hat still on, sunglasses still in place.
“This is it.”
You stared at her. “This is swimming?”
“This is beach.”
Dana came up beside you, wet hair pushed back from her face. The deep-cut blue one-piece she wore clung to her in the best way, the neckline low enough to make looking away an active effort.
“You look like somebody’s hot rich widow.”
Melissa turned toward her. “Good.”
You looked Melissa over—the sleek black bikini, the hat, the sunglasses, the red curls escaping beneath the brim. Dana was doing the same thing.
Melissa noticed. Slowly, she lowered her sunglasses.
“You two gonna stand there looking at me all day?”
Neither of you answered.
Melissa’s mouth curved. “Because if you think I look that good, you could always do something useful with all that enthusiasm.”
You glanced at Dana. Dana glanced at you.
Melissa pointed at both of you. “Not here.”
You laughed. “That’s not what you said.”
“You know damn well what I meant.”
Dana stepped forward and kissed Melissa’s cheek. “There.”
Melissa looked at her. Dana smiled innocently. “You said do something.”
Melissa tried very hard not to smile. Then you stepped in and kissed her other cheek.
“Helpful?”
“You’re both twelve.”
Dana slipped her hand briefly into Melissa’s. “You like us.”
Melissa sighed. “Unfortunately.”
Melissa did eventually get into the water. Not because you convinced her. Because Dana walked past and splashed her.
Melissa stood absolutely still. Water dripped from the brim of her hat and ran in a slow line down the black fabric of her bikini top.
“Evans.”
Dana started backing away. “That might’ve been an accident.”
“You got one chance to run.”
Dana ran. Melissa came after her. You shouted encouragement from the sidelines until Melissa turned and came after you too.
“Why me?”
“You were enjoying it.”
“I was supporting you!”
“Wrong choice.”
The three of you ended up waist-deep in the water, laughing hard enough that none of you could mount an effective defense against anybody. Melissa got Dana around the waist. You got Melissa. Dana grabbed you. For a few seconds the whole thing became limbs and water and insults. Then a wave hit all three of you.
Melissa came up sputtering. “My hat!”
You caught it before the next wave took it. Melissa snatched it from you and held it above her head.
“You saved yourself.”
“I saved your hat.”
Dana leaned against your shoulder, laughing. Melissa looked at the two of you—wet bikini, hair plastered to her shoulders, the ridiculous hat still held high. Then she laughed too. Not the restrained one. The real one.
You felt Dana turn toward her. You did too. For a second Melissa was framed against the water, happy in a way that made your chest tight. Your hand found Dana’s beneath the surface. Dana squeezed. Melissa caught the movement. Her expression softened.
Then she grabbed both of you and dragged you into another wave before either of you could make the moment sentimental.
—
The afternoon settled into its own rhythm.
You swam. Dana swam with you until both of you were far enough from shore that Melissa stood up and started yelling.
“You two planning on coming back today?”
You waved. She put both hands on her hips. Dana looked toward shore.
“We should probably go back.”
“What? You scared of her, love.”
“Of course I am.”
You both laughed.
You raced her back. Dana cheated. You still won. Melissa handed both of you towels without comment.
“Thank you.”
Dana sat beside her. You dropped onto the towel on Melissa’s other side. “Aw. She loves us.”
Melissa lowered her book. “I can still drown both of you.”
Dana leaned against her shoulder. “That sounds like love.”
Melissa stared at the page for several seconds without reading it. Then she rested her head lightly against Dana’s. You lay down with your head in their laps. Melissa looked down at you.
“I don’t remember an invitation,” she smiled.
“Move me.”
Melissa considered it. Then her fingers stroked through your hair instead. You closed your eyes. Dana stretched, one hand resting loosely over your stomach.
For a while that was all there was. The ocean. Melissa’s fingers scratching gently at your scalp. Dana’s hand warm against your skin. Children shouting farther down the beach. A radio playing something old enough that Melissa knew every word.
You had spent so much time wondering what adding another person would feel like that you had expected the answer to be dramatic. Instead, sometimes it felt like this: Melissa remembering the sunscreen spot you missed between your shoulders. Dana passing Melissa her water without being asked. You going back to the car because Dana forgot her phone. Melissa making you eat half the sandwich she’d packed because she knew perfectly well you would forget. Dana lying across both towels because she had decided boundaries were irrelevant. Three different people who kept finding the gaps in one another without needing to be told where they were.
By late afternoon, all three of you were back beneath the umbrella.
Melissa had reclaimed her spot, only now her hair was damp and there was sand halfway up one leg. Dana lay stretched on her stomach beside you while you finished the last of the fruit Melissa had packed.
“You brought enough food for six people.”
Melissa turned a page in her book. “I didn’t know how much you’d eat.”
Dana lifted her head. “Smart.”
Melissa nudged the container toward you. “Finish those.”
You took another strawberry and looked at her.
“You know, this is getting dangerously girlfriend-like.”
Melissa peered at you over her sunglasses. “Feeding you?”
“Bossing me around. Packing enough food to keep me alive. Yelling when Dana and I swim too far out.”
“Somebody has to.”
You smiled.
“That’s kinda my point.”
Melissa lowered the book into her lap.
You suddenly felt much less brave.
“I’d like you to actually be my girlfriend, Mel.”
Melissa went still.
Beside you, Dana pushed herself upright.
“So would I.”
Melissa looked at her, then back at you.
“Both of you?”
“Both of us,” you said.
Dana nodded. “If you want.”
Melissa took off her sunglasses.
You held out your hand, and after a moment she slipped hers into it.
“I don’t want to rush you,” you said. “But this doesn’t feel casual anymore.”
Melissa’s thumb moved over your knuckles.
“No,” she said quietly. “It doesn’t.”
Dana reached across and rested her hand over Melissa’s ankle.
“I’d like to call you my girlfriend again.”
Melissa looked at her.
“You sure about that, Evans?”
“Yeah.”
Dana didn’t hesitate, and something in Melissa softened at the certainty of it.
Then she looked at you.
“And you?”
You smiled.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve been calling you my girlfriend in my head for days.”
That pulled a laugh from her.
“Jesus, Doc.”
Melissa squeezed your hand, then covered Dana’s with her other one.
“Yeah.”
Your face lit up before you could stop it.
Melissa caught it immediately. “Don’t.”
“You said yes.”
“I’m aware.”
Dana was smiling too. Melissa looked between the two of you and shook her head, unable to hide her own.
“Alright. Yes. I’m your girlfriend.” Her eyes settled on Dana. “Both of you.”
You leaned in, and Melissa caught the front of your shirt and pulled you into a warm, smiling kiss.
When she let you go, Dana was waiting.
Melissa turned toward her, and Dana cupped her face and kissed her softly, fingers settling along her jaw.
There were years inside that kiss, but it belonged to the women they were now. No hiding. No unfinished goodbye.
Just Dana and Melissa choosing each other again.
When they separated, Melissa stayed close. You settled against Dana’s side, Melissa against yours, the three of you folding together without thinking about it.
Dana looked from you to Melissa.
“I’m happy.”
You knew what it meant for her to say it plainly, without protecting herself from what she might lose.
Melissa did too.
Her expression softened as she reached across you for Dana’s hand.
“Me too, Evans.”
You looked down at the three of you joined together.
You had already been becoming this through dinners and mornings, old stories and stupid jokes, sunscreen and somebody always noticing what somebody else needed.
lost another fic :(( its a hucklerobby fic, multiple chapters, mostly set in nebraska. its an alternative universe/ canon divergence fic where whitaker never goes to med school, he stays in nebraska and works as a paramedic (if im not mistaken). robby meets him when he goes on his sabbatical. at first robby meets up with an old friend (also named robby) and his husband. then he goes to nebraska where he witnesses a car accident and meets dennis who offers him a place to stay. dennis has a brother, lives in a trailer in his parents farm, his mother is supportive of him, his father kinda isnt. they eventually get together and decide thry want to get married in vegas but robby ends uo having to go back to the pitt to help treat duke, who is the only person who knows about their relationship. robby goes back to the pitt and then dennis and his mom go too as hucklerobby will get married there. another thing i remember is that dennis was married to his widowed neighbour who kinda tried to baby-trap him with her late husband’s kid. anyone knows this fic?????
EDIT: some people reached out to me and its https://archiveofourown.org/works/84625926/chapters/223286576 Nevraskan Asphalt on ao3 !!! 🥹🥹
