#walsantos

[xmoonw4terx]

[whiitkrs]

emery coming home from a shift gone overtime to a note on the kitchen counter from yolanda reading, "good luck :)", only to enter the bedroom and find trinity bare, facedown, and squirming around on the (very much rustled) mattress, hands tied with the silk rope they usually save for special occasions, a subtle buzz making itself known from between her legs.

goddamn you, garcia.

"hey there, honey,"

the purr of emery's voice startled trinity, her head launching up from her place on the pillow. a string of drool dripped from her lip, and emery watched it fall, as grey bloomed on white. the only response trinity could manage was a pathetic whimper followed by an even more sad arch of her back. or at least an attempt at one.

emery stepped closer to the bed, dragging her hand across the sheets.

"ohh, mommy left you such a mess, didn't she?" she clicked her tongue in disapproval. "she needs to learn her manners, don't you agree?"

again, nothing more than a whimper elicited from trinity.

poor thing was so far gone, her thoughts all gone to focusing on the vibration to her soaked cunt as her hips mindlessly swiveled and bucked against its massages.

a hand rested on trinity's stomach as emery finally met her destination at the head of the bed. the skin was hot to the touch, a delicious sheen of sweat dripping off her.

(emery fought every urge she had to lick it all up, and bury her nose in the scent of it)

"well, i think you deserve a treat for putting up with all of this. such a good girl."

that instantly earned another buck, and a punched out moan, more powerful than her pathetic little whimpers moments earlier.

emery couldn't help but chuckle, "patience, baby. just lay there and be good, hm?"

her hand drifted down, down south, sad little "please"'s babbling out from trinity, as emery shushed her.

"shh, daddy's got you."

[lavenderpanic]

emery walsh x trinity santos moodboard !!

[1-carusfalling]

rumour has it

Trinity fumbled hard when it came to Garcia. Hard enough that every surgical consult has her considering dropping a scalpel into her own foot just to get out of it. But when the night shift attending finds herself on day shift with a discerning eye and a hint of a smirk, Trinity's intrigued. And when she says she knows exactly how to make Garcia jealous, Trinity jumps at the chance. Though... Maybe not for the best of reasons.

“Sure, uh… Fifty three year old male, MVA. Car vs brick wall. Going fifty five miles an hour with massive intrusion into the cabin and requiring extraction. Flail chest, massive internal bleeding, the POCUS couldn’t make out the primary but I think it’s his spleen, and…”

“How many bags of fluid?” She cuts Trinity off with efficiency, she can practically imagine the scalpel cutting through her words. She swallows around her tongue. She was used to feeling about two inches tall during report, but this was new. Walsh looked her up and down for a moment, obviously waiting.

“Two. Sorry, two bags.” She puts both hands on the bed rail, because she doesn’t know what to do with them. Except maybe beat some sense into herself. Fuck, did they only hire the hottest surgeons known to mankind? Ones specifically designed to turn her into a joke rather than a doctor?Was it some kind of policy she didn’t know about? Had she pissed off some ancient god who had now cursed her?

“Why are you sorry?” She smiled at that. Just a little, and it was mean behind the eyes, but she was looking at Trinity like she was prey and that made her hot under the PPE she was in, and her brain just blanked, not a single coherent reply within reach.

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