tempest
♬ tempest ♬
ethel cain
"always on my own"
summary: after years of convincing yourself you've forgotten how to feel, one unexpected patient forces everything you've buried to the surface. at least jack abbot is there to weather the storm with you ⋆˚✿˖°
pairing: fem!resident reader x jack abbot
warnings: angst/comfort, idiots in love, discussions of burnout and apathy, emotionally distant reader, uses of pet names (sweetheart, baby, etc), daddy issues, medical inaccuracies, panic attacks, smut, MDNI 18+, happy ending ofc :)
word count: 5.8k
a/n: heyy this is my first fic ever yay!! please be kind and also give me feedback for future works! this is slightly based on the episode robby yells at samira for having a panic attack bc it would have been fantastic if jack showed up after. anyways, hope you all enjoy ♡
When you walked into the ER that morning for your shift, you didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.
The days were very much the same; traumas blending together and seeing death almost everyday for years has numbed you to the bone.
At some point, you stopped feeling any emotion at all. Even your happiest memories came and went quickly, like you dreamt of the feeling instead of actually experiencing it.
You can’t remember a time you felt anything, blaming only the Pitt for your desensitization would be half of the story. In truth, working at PTMC felt like the only thing keeping you going, while simultaneously holding you down. The cure and the disease, if you will.
Outside of the Pitt, you didn’t have much waiting for you besides sleep.
Robby was a tough boss, but he understood your drive to succeed. He pushed you harder than the other residents, but you wanted to be pushed. His comments should make you feel worthless, and stupid, but it’s nothing compared to what you’ve said to yourself after long shifts, so you never batted an eye.
The few times you hopped on the night shift for a double were the only times you let yourself breathe. Jack Abbot was a refreshing presence, even though his teaching methods got on your nerves a little bit. He was strange, but you didn’t mind it.
There was one night when you two had lost a patient in a particularly brutal way, a child drowning in the pool trying to rescue their barbie, and he started to finally put the pieces together. Your broken pieces.
“Hey, you okay?” He asked softly, putting his hand on the small of your back as you exited the family room.
You frowned
“Fine, why?”
You walked over to the board, looking for a new patient, and Jack followed closely behind you. He studied your expression, tilting his head in curiosity.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You scoffed.
“Like what?”
He held his hands behind his back, and looked down at you.
“Like that!”
He smirked, like he often did when he messed with you, but something lingered in his eyes.
You couldn’t tell what, but it freaked you out that someone could look at you like that.
Look through you like that.
“I’m not doing anything sweetheart, just making sure you’re okay. That was a pretty brutal case—“
“Okay, let me stop you there.”
You sigh like it hurts to keep explaining your thoughts, which you often did to Jack.
He pried more than he should. More than an attending should care about a resident.
“I’m fine, Jack, really. The ED never rests, so neither should I, got it?”
You gesture to the board in front of you.
“As someone who has a pretty unhealthy way of handling my demons, I can officially say that your way is definitely worse.”
“Bye Dr. Abbot, I’ve got patients to see.”
You grumble as you turn away, not noticing the way Jack eyes your figure as you walk towards the waiting room.
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You shake off the sudden memory. Time to focus back on work.
But today was different.
As you made your way to the nurses station to greet Dana, she eyed you warily instead of the light smile she usually gave you.
“Hi Dana…everything okay?”
You tried to sound concerned, but it came out in the same monotonous voice you’ve always had.
“Fine hon.” She bit her cheek, preventing her from saying anymore.
It confused you, but you didn’t have the energy to psychoanalyze her behavior, so you simply nod and walk towards your locker.
On your way, you saw Robby through the window of trauma bay 2.
Sweat beads dripped down his forehead as the interns crowded around him shouting directions you can’t make out.
Santos spotted you watching. She looked down at the table, at the person they’re operating on, and looked back at you. Clearly distressed.
She nudged Dr. Robby, who shrugged her off initially. All the while you slowly moved towards the door, burdened by your curiosity.
Robby finally snapped his head up, making direct eye contact with you, and his eyes go wide. Like dana’s did just a moment ago.
You squinted your eyes through the window before anyone could block your view.
Your bag fell to the ground as you realized who is on the table.
It’s your dad.
Whom you haven’t seen in years, who you didn’t even know was here in Pittsburgh. Who you left behind and never spoke to again.
You rushed to open the door but Ahmad grabs you from behind, dragging you away as you yell.
Are you yelling? Is that your voice? You can’t tell, your ears are ringing too loudly and your heart is beating too quickly.
You struggle against his grip on your waist as he pulls you to Dana.
Was he just standing there waiting for you to show up? Did everyone know but you?
“Hey, hey hon it’s okay, it’s okay calm down.”
Her gentle voice only agitates you more.
“Why did no one tell me?” you whisper as your body slumps in defeat.
Ahmad lets you go, and Dana guides you to the break room to avoid the watching eyes of the ED.
As you sit down, Dana explains,
“He came in as a John Doe. We had no idea he was your father until he asked one of the interns about you. Robby made us promise not to say anything until he was stable. Didn’t want it to affect your work.”
You slowly look up at Dana, and she lowered her head. She clearly feels bad, but it didn’t matter.
Your indifferent expression locked back into place, like it never left.
“I understand. I was just surprised, that’s all. But yeah, it’s fine Dana.”
You look around the quiet break room.
At the same blue walls you’ve seen everyday since you started.
At the coffee machine which has gotten you through the worst shifts of your life.
The fridge where you gave your only yogurt cup to Myrna and you went 30 hours without any food.
That was you. The meticulous doctor who gives no fucks.
You’re not the type to panic over a deadbeat dad. You hope not, at least.
It was just you and him for a long time, back when you didn’t act like a sociopath, when you were a kid. You had a relatively happy childhood with him. You used to dance and make jokes, a lot. He even let you play make believe doctor, with him as your patient. You two were as thick as thieves.
Best friends.
Then you turned 15. You started talking back, feeling worthless, and hated yourself along with the world around you. He didn’t understand what happened. How his precious little girl changed seemingly overnight to a brooding asshole.
Screaming matches became a daily occurrence, and you slowly started to forget the way he used to be. The way you used to be.
Between the silent treatments, and the way he turned from Jekyll to Hyde in five seconds, you only felt one thing.
Resentment.
By 18, you shut yourself out completely. You hid yourself in your books and school work, waiting for the day you could disappear and never see him again. Your relationship was strained beyond repair, and you both forgot every happy memory you once shared.
You saved up money for medical school, and disappeared the day of your high school graduation. leaving him with nothing but a note saying,
Don’t look for me, don’t think about me, don’t feel bad for me. Be happy you no longer have the burden of seeing me all the time. - your daughter
Sure, it was dramatic, but it was the last time you felt the need to express anything other than your usual state of apathy.
But now, as you sit here, you actually try to cry. You try to feel something. Something you’ve buried long ago.
Fear. Sadness. Anger.
Anything.
But nothing comes.
Dana’s eyes search your face carefully, worry gluing her lips shut in a tight line.
None of the other doctors at PTMC paid much attention to you, they saw your calculated answers and quick response times, but not you.
Dana was always worried about you, even talking to Robby about your unfeeling gazes and cold responses.
You overheard one of their many conversations about you one day, but as usual, it didn’t faze you in the slightest.
“I’m worried about her Robby. It’s not normal and I-I’m afraid that—“
“Afraid that what? That she’s gonna kill herself or something?”
A beat passed.
You can only hear the sound of your heartbeat as you listen from behind the door to the locker room.
You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop but they were talking about you! What were you supposed to do, not listen?
“Well, yeah Robby! Is that what you want to hear? She sees all of this death, every single day, and she never cries. Never says anything. Never takes a minute to process. Don’t you think that’s a problem?”
“No actually, I don’t think it’s a problem. She’s dealing with it her own way, like the rest of us deal with this job. It takes a toll, sure, and if she wants to deal with it by herself then that’s her issue.”
Dana shakes her head, fingers pressed tight against her temples.
“You don’t care about her…you just care that she’s a good doctor. That she performs well. That girl is screaming for help on the inside, and you won’t even bat an eye.”
“Fuck…you really think that little of me, that I wouldn’t care if my resident was struggling. She has had plenty of opportunities to talk to a therapist on call, and it’s her job to seek help if she has a problem but again, I don’t think she does.
“She’s a great doctor… but her personal life is none of our business unless she wants to tell us herself.”
“Okay Robby. If that’s what you really think.”
She turns to walk out of the locker room and you shimmy your way back to the chaos of the ED, but not before hearing Dana whisper to robby.
“One day, It’ll be too late for her, and I want you to remember this conversation when it is.”
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Now, seeing Dana’s face, and her lingering hand on your arm, your heart tightens.
You never understood what Dana was talking about that day, but now you see it.
The way you talk like nothing matters.
The permanent frozen look on your face when another patient dies, and everyone is struggling to go back to work while you move onto the next patient like it’s a game.
How many years of your life have you been this dead?
For the first time, you see what others have seen and ignored. and it scares you.
Fear.
You welcome it into your system like an old friend.
You smiled slightly, but it felt foreign.
You clasp your hands in your lap and look straight at dana.
“I’m fine Dana, really. I just need a minute to myself…but can you—“
You struggle to get it out, not even sure if this is what you actually want, or what you should want.
“Can you let me know what happened to him? Please.” you whisper softly, every muscle in your body feeling tense, with a nasty feeling pooling in your stomach.
“Sure baby…he came in with a ruptured appendix. sepsis had already set in days ago, it’s…well, it’s a miracle he survived this long. he should have been dead a week ago, but the infection created an abscess, which blocked any sepsis shock that might have happened from spreading further. He’s getting it drained with Robby now.”
You let out a shaky breath, shocked at the layers of desensitization being peeled away the longer Dana looks at you with nothing but concern.
“Okay…okay.” You stand up and walk out, despite hearing dana mumble something behind you. You can’t make it out, the ringing in your ears is back.
You feel so weak, not even knowing how your unsteady legs are carrying you towards Robby at the other end of the ED.
You were used to feeling sunken in from not eating for hours on end, but this felt different. This exhaustion felt heavier.
Robby had his hands on either side of his stethoscope, zoning out, as you made your way to him.
He refocused when he saw you, like he was jolted out of a train of thought.
“Why aren’t you in triage? I asked Javadi to give you the rundown, where is she…”
“Where’s my dad, Robby?”
He eyed you cautiously, watching your expression for any sign of distress, but finding none. All of your fear was tucked away inside, where it was eating you alive.
A feeling you somehow reveled in and hated at the same time.
He rubbed his jaw and squinted down at you, not knowing how to proceed. Are you the physician? Or are you the family? Should he treat you like a victim or like a doctor. Judging by your face, he goes with the latter.
“Did Dana catch you up to speed”
“Yes, of course.”
“Did she tell you how severe his condition was?”
was…was?
“Yes.”
“Then that’s it. I’m the attending on the case, and those are the facts you need to know. Head over to triage, now please.”
He looks across the hall, hoping to have an unbothered run to the bathroom. You look up at him, your face twisting and morphing.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean” It leaves your lips before you could even process it.
He looks back at you, completely bewildered. He has never seen you angry, let alone cuss anyone out. And to your attending no less? Fuck that.
“What was that?”
“You heard me. That’s my father who is in critical condition. You don’t think I know what sepsis does inside someone for that long? He could die today, and you know it, so excuse me for wanting more information. I’m a fucking doctor, Robby, tell me what is happening upstairs.”
You heard gasps across the room, but you didn’t take your eyes off Robby, who was now fuming at this sudden flip in your emotions. It shocked you too, but you weren’t thinking clearly.
You may have disliked your dad enough to avoid him for years, but he was still your dad, and you didn’t appreciate Robby treating you like a goddamn robot. But I am a robot, aren’t I? You push the thought back into your brain.
As your mind catches up to your mouth, your heart starts racing, your palms sweaty and shaking at your sides. Your breathing starts getting heavier, like someone knocked all the oxygen out of your lungs. Am I dying?
“Wait a minute, is this a panic attack because of your daddy issues?”
“What, no?”
“Jesus, do you need to go home? You should go home?”
You stand there in complete shock, heart still pounding. His voice is laced with a condescending tone, one you were used to, but this time it stabs you through the heart and lodges deep in your soul.
“N-no I’m fine—“
“I dont need the fucking liability — go home.”
He turns to the crowd gathered in the ED, watching you get publicly humiliated by your attending.
“And the rest of you, the last time I checked, the ED is a shit show! So lets all get back to work, huh?”
You lift your hand to your cheek, lathering the wetness on the pads of your fingers. Were you crying? The first time since…you can’t remember when.
He walks away, like he didn’t just destroy your entire world.
He was your attending, your mentor. he wrote the recommendation letter that landed you a neuroscience fellowship. He taught you everything that made you such a great doctor. And now here he was, and here you are.
Standing in the middle of the ER like an idiot.
Your throat began to close up from sobs you were choking down, unbeknownst to yourself. You don’t even recognize the sound, so you didn’t know if it was coming from you. But it was.
And everyone was still staring at you now.
You rush to the elevator and slam on the button. You slump down at the elevator doors close, you wanted to be anywhere but home.
If you were alone at home, all the emotions you’ve been hiding for years would spill out all at once, and you didn’t know if you were ready for that.
The doors opened on the roof. A place jack showed you on your first week after a long shift. God, if he could see you right now…he wouldn’t even recognize you.
You ran out, clasping the railing as you struggled to breathe. You didn’t know why robby’s words affected you like this, they never did before, so why now?
You shrink down to the cool concrete and place your head in your hands. squeezing your eyes shut as if that would magically hide the horrors escaping from your mind.
It wasn’t just the way Robby spoke to you, it was also your dad. It was stupid, you two haven’t seen each other in so long, you thought that maybe any love for him dissolved with the rest of your heart.
But the way you’re heaving, and your lips and eyes are twitching uncontrollably from the shock suggest otherwise.
You didn’t know that those feelings don’t just leave, they hide until your ready to face them. You never stopped loving your dad, you just refused to believe that the feeling still existed after everything.
The way Robby spoke about him, like he was already gone despite being in surgery. And that he didn’t even have the decency to tell you about his condition. Like you weren’t worth it. It made you snap. You knew likelihood of survival was immensely low, but you didn’t feel the reality of it until Robby said that.
All it took was one word.
Was.
And you just…broke.
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You don’t know how long you sit there, rocking back and forth against the flimsy railing in a meager attempt to soothe your racing mind.
You stopped crying eventually, but your legs felt tingly, and your face was still puffy.
You liked feeling in control, and the sensation of your lips pulling inwards, and your eyelids twitching uncontrollably made you feel worse than you’ve ever felt.
You look up into the sky. The sun was setting already, that’s how long you’ve been up here. Drifting in and out of consciousness, a lingering effect of the multiple panic attacks you were sure you suffered today.
No one came up to check on you. Not even dana. She probably thought you went home. Or maybe Robby told them not to check on you, or more likely, you didn’t have anyone that cared enough to see if you were still here.
That thought sent you plummeting even further.
It wasn’t until you heard a click, and the sound of the door closing behind you, that you lifted your head up and tried your best to look unfazed.
That is, until you saw Jack Abbot walk towards you. He eyed you with a worried look on his face, probably seeing how close you were to the railing, and the way your shaking legs dangled off the side.
You wouldn’t actually kill yourself, but how the hell was he supposed to know? It’s not like you ever told anyone anything about yourself. You could jump off right now, and you were pretty sure there were a handful of people downstairs who would have shrugged it off.
He walked towards you slowly, like you were a skittish deer.
You bit your lip, and turned back around, facing the street below.
“Hey.” He said softly as he knelt down to sit next to you. he groaned slightly from the pressure on his prosthetic.
“Hi.” You bit back your tongue, knowing if you spoke more, you would break down in front of him. You weren’t quite ready to humiliate yourself in front of two attendings today.
“Dana told me what happened. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay for now, I think. It was worse earlier.” You shocked yourself with your honesty.
He shook his head, and ran a hand through his grey curls.
“He shouldn’t have said that to you. Treated you like that, ‘specially in front of everyone.”
“Who, Robby?”
He nodded, looking right at you with that gaze that warms your whole body in an instant. You missed it, missed him, shockingly.
“It’s not his fault. I cussed him out first. And…it’s not like I shouldn’t have expected it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you know me. I’m a robot. I see people die everyday, and—and I don’t feel anything. I just go back to work like nothing. So, Robby was just saying what everyone was thinking.”
“Bullshit. You’re not a robot.”
Your eyebrows furrowed together, with a small pout forming, and he smiled slightly at the expression.
“See. You have feelings. Emotions. You just don’t let everyone see them.”
“Just because you annoy the crap out of me doesn’t mean I feel things.” And despite yourself, you do smile a bit.
He nudges your shoulder and smirks, looking up at the stars that are now appearing.
You look over at him, really look, and you wonder how he stayed this positive after all these years. You may have bottled up your emotions long before working in this field, but being here sure didn’t help. it actually made it worse, you think.
“Jack…”
He looks back at you, still smiling.
“Yeah?”
“How…” you clear your throat, “You told me once that you have an unhealthy way of dealing with all of this. how do you…you know…deal?” You expectantly watch him. Opening up to someone for the first time in a long time is scary, you think.
He reached an arm over your shoulders and rubbed his hand along your arm. up and down. it sent shivers up your spine, but the sudden touch comforts you more than anything.
He takes a second to think,
“i’ve thought about ending it so many times up here.” he pauses to see your face, you simply look down at your hands, waiting for him to continue.
“No one is born mentally ready to handle the things we see everyday. This job…it wears you down. Everyone has their own way of coping with it. I became a field medic with the SWAT team; the more people you save, the more you remember why you do what you do, thats how you cope.”
You look back at him, and he’s smiling, like he always does. Even though he’s talking about how he wanted to kill himself, and how he still might want to considering he gets shot at for fun, he’s still smiling.
You reach your cold fingers up to his face, and run them along his jaw. his breath hitched, but you didn’t notice.
All you notice is the way the moonlight hits his grey stubble, and the freckles on his arms peaking through his scrubs, and even the way his other hand rubs against his prosthetic trying to soothe the ache.
“Why are you always so nice to me?” you whisper, your face leaning closer as you drop your hand back to your lap, too exhausted to keep it on his cheek no matter how much you want to.
He watches you closely, thinking of what to say, before he sighs and continues.
“Because I was you, and I wish someone would’ve helped me back then.” and because I like you, he wanted to say, but used all his restraint to swallow it back down.
“You’re a good doctor, you just need to realize you’re more than that. You’re also a good person.”
You shake your head. “I’m not a good person.” You say, barely above a whisper.
He moves his arm to your lower back, and begins running his fingers up and down your spine.
“Why? Why would you ever think that?” He whispers, it makes your face heat up.
“I haven’t spoken to my dad in years. I abandoned him because we both said stupid things, and I was a teenager. Even now as an adult, I still don’t have the courage to face him.”
“Look, I may not understand everything that happened between you two, but I do know you. And you aren’t bad, you’re just human.”
“Why are you so determined to see the good in me? I’m not…I feel so numb inside Jack, so empty.” Your head dips, but he catches your chin with his other hand, forcing you to look at him with watery eyes.
He wipes a lone tear that falls down your cheek, and you whimper at the touch.
“Hey, look at me baby.”
You do, seeing his hazel eyes clearly as they scan over your face.
“You aren’t empty. I can’t count the number of times i’ve seen you comfort little kids in triage, laughing with them, helping them. Or when you think no one is looking, you high five yourself after a successful procedure. Even the day you got that fellowship, you smiled so brightly, so excited to tell me about it. You are so bright. How could you ever think you’re nothing, when I see you so clearly. You’re beautiful.”
He leans in close, so close you can smell his cologne mixed with antiseptic. Your eyes flutter shut in response, and he gently presses his lips to yours.
Fuck it, he wants you so bad, it hurts to hear the way you talk about yourself. Like you need fixing. You were the one who fixed him.
It was just a small peck, but it unlocked something within you. More tears silently fell under your closed eyes, and you felt Jack kiss them away. You felt him press small kisses on your cheeks, while his hand cradled your cheek.
You leaned into the feeling, relishing in the warmth blooming all over your body.
But then he stopped. He pulled away from your face, waiting for you to say something, but you can’t. You both stare at each other in silence, breathing heavy. His hand still resting on your cheek, and your eyes darkened.
“There she is.” He mumbled.
“Who?”
“The strongest doctor I've ever met.”
You laugh softly. It was the smallest laugh, but it completely lit up your face. Jack runs a finger over a tiny dimple in your cheek, smiling to himself for letting it out of hiding.
You feel almost embarrassed that he sees you so clearly. You’re suddenly very aware of how red and puffy your eyes still are, and how your scrubs are covered in dry tears.
Jack doesn’t notice though, his eyes still staring at that beautiful smile you unburied just for him.
You bury your face in his shoulder, and Jack hugs you tight.
You’re so close, you can hear his heartbeat racing. He’s just as nervous as you are.
“Jesus Jack, don’t have a heart attack.” You smiled at the flushed look on his face.
“Didn’t say I was good at this.” Now you both laugh.
You start tracing the freckles on his arm absentmindedly, not even realizing how your touch makes Jack freeze under you.
You notice the way he’s now watching you touch him, and you pull away quickly,
“Sorry—“
Jack grabs your hand gently, keeping your hand on his arm.
“No, it’s fine.”
You paused, before grabbing his face with both hands, and gently pulling him down to your lips again.
The kiss deepened, with small whimpers leaving your mouth as he slipped his tongue in. he let out a groan as you tugged on his curls softly.
His hands roamed your body, pulling your legs into his lap. you wrapped your arms around his neck as you now straddled him, careful not to put too much pressure on his prosthetic.
His hands lifted your scrubs up slightly, gripping your hips. you whined at his callous hands moving your hips slowly back and forth.
He groaned into your mouth as you started rubbing on his hardening cock, his hands now lingering on the waistband of your scrubs as you grind back and forth on him.
“Baby wait,” he released your lips with a pop, and you whimpered at the loss of his warmth.
“We don’t have to. You’ve had a tough day—“ you cut him off with another steaming kiss.
You’ve had enough of pushing your emotions aside, you wanted to feel. More specifically, you wanted to feel Jack’s pulsing cock inside of you, but you weren’t that bold yet.
You pull back to whisper in his ear, “I need you jack, please don’t stop.” he groaned in response, hips moving up to grind against your core.
His hand slipped into your pants, rubbing your clit through the cloth of your panties. you gasped, head dizzying from the lack of oxygen you were getting with how suffocating each kiss was, and from how you were grinding into his hand.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet.”
He thrust his hips up again, and you moaned into his mouth, grateful for the sound of the cars below drowning out your filthy noises.
“Want you inside me Jack, please,” you begged as he kept teasing your clit with small swipes of his hand.
“Be patient sweetheart, let me make you feel good” he began sucking and nipping at your neck, and you tipped your head back.
“You’re so beautiful, I’ve got you sweetheart.”
Pleasure slowly built up in your core, and you were sloppily grinding into Jack’s hand. You ran your hand down his chest until it hit the waistband of his scrubs, and he let out a grunt as you tugged on the strings.
“Please, please, please” you whined.
Jack grabbed your hand and pulled it away from his throbbing erection. It hurt him not to fuck you right here on this rooftop, but he knew you were in a vulnerable state, and you needed better for your first time together.
He wanted to make you feel good, he can wait to sink into you when he takes you to his place afterwards. He shivered at the thought of your tight pussy, of your mouth around his dick.
“Jesus, I told you to wait baby.” he stilled his fingers and you whimpered.
“Jack…” you breathlessly whispered.
“I’m not fucking you up here. You deserve better than a hospital rooftop, okay?” He brushed a hair out of your face as your glazed over eyes fluttered.
“Hmm.”
“That’s my girl, do you want me to touch you baby?”
“Yes, please Jack, touch me.”
He reached back into your dripping panties and pulled them to the side. He stuck one finger into your entrance while his thumb rubbed your clit, eliciting a series of moans from your mouth, which he silenced with a deep kiss.
As he slipped a second finger in, stretching you beyond belief, you were back to grinding on his fingers, gripping his shoulders with your nails, and moaning softly into his ear as he sucked on your neck.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, grinding all over my cock. Feels so good huh?”
“Yes, yes.”
His other hand roamed from your hip under your scrub top to your breast, kneading it and pinching your sensitive nipple with his fingers. You whined and bucked against his hand even harder.
“That’s it baby, come all over my fingers for me.”
The feeling was becoming too much, pleasure flooding your senses everywhere like electricity.
He pumped his finger in and out, with slick noises filling the air around you.
“Jack…I’m so close, god—“
He grunted into your mouth, pulling you in for another kiss, his tongue flicking past your lips, leaving you breathless.
“Yeah baby, it’s okay I’ve got you.”
With that, your body shakes, The feeling builds and builds until it finally explodes. You whimper loudly in his ear, his cock twitching in response.
He continues finger fucking you until your clit is a throbbing mess and your pantries are completely soaked. You have to beg him to stop rubbing your oversensitive clit as your thighs clench around his hand. You tremble in his arms as he pulls his hand out and caresses you through your high, with a hand on your hip to steady you and the other rubbing circles on your cheek and neck.
Your eyes open slightly as you sigh, you lazily smile as contentment fills you.
He chuckles and pulls you into a hug, your arms wrap around his neck and he runs his arm up and down your back.
You whisper, “You make me feel so happy Jack…so much that it hurts.”
“Feelings are a heavy burden, baby.”
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You two stay there a while, you laying back on his chest looking up at the stars as he hugs you from behind. Until his pager beeps. He reaches down to check, an annoyed look gracing his face, “looks like your father’s out of surgery. He’s in ICU. He’s in a lot of pain, but he’s stable.”
You look at him with wide eyes, and he grabs your hand gently, rubbing circles into the back of it with his calloused fingers.
“You don’t have to see him baby, we can just go back to my place.”
You smiled lightly, more emotions you’ve ever felt filling you up and sending shockwaves through you.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working? You can’t just abandon your nightcrawlers, Doctor Abbot.” He smiles and presses his head against your shoulder in defeat.
You caress his curls and kiss the top of his head. “I’ll make you a deal, you stay until the end of your shift, and I’ll wait here for you to finish.” His head lifts, intrigued by your proposition.
You continue in a smaller voice, “And I’ll let you do whatever you want to me when we get home, Dr. Abbot…” he kisses you passionately and you giggle, both of you smiling into it, and your teeth grazing each other as you sloppily kiss.
“And what will you do while I’m off saving lives, sweetheart?”
You smile, and for the first time in a while, you let yourself feel…everything.
“I think it’s time I paid my dad a visit, don’t you think?”
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