#walshgarcia

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yolanda getting jealous of (her ex) baran's subtle flirting with (yolanda's current situationship) trinity, so she attempts to get back at them by getting back with emery (another of her exes who also just happens to be baran's ex-fling and somebody who trinity has admitted after a few drinks that she would sleep with), but then baran starts flirting with yolanda again, and emery's flirting with trinity now, so who is really at fault when they all fall into bed together?

[whiitkrs]

emery walsh doesn't want to hate trinity santos.

she doesn't want to have a negative bias against the R2 who she knows is a brilliant doctor based off that REBOA she pulled somehow successfully on her first day. she doesn't want to deal out snarky comments everytime she works alongside her, when trinity covers or pulls a double.

it's just natural instinct for emery to hate her.

her primal, animalistic instinct to shiver in anger as she remembers seeing trinity's hips arching against yolanda's loosened scrub pants in the stairwell, head against the wall as the other woman nipped and sucked over her pale neck.

"so fucking easy for me," yolanda had growled out, that single phrase echoing in emery's ears for days after.

trinity seemed so pliant under yolanda's grip, her slender hands clutching a handful of trinity's ass. slender hands that worked quickly and efficiently during surgery. that was where they belonged.

yolanda and her skills and her wit and quick-thinking and abrasiveness belonged in the OR, belonged in emery's OR.

she wonders if trinity knows how easy yolanda is under the right guidance, under emery's own guidance.

how easy a quick demand can shut down her train of thought, and turn her into a pathetic pussydrunk slut within a second flat.

how easy her huffing and puffing can be reduced to whimpers and grunts as emery pumps three fingers harshly in and out of her, ignoring her aching clit all the way.

how easy it is to get her to beg, when she hasn't had a chance to cum all night, bouncing on emery's strap, crying out "daddy, please– need to– fuck! needa cum, please daddy, please, been so good..." til emery relents and massages her clit until the begging turns to screams as yolanda squirts all over her cock.

how easy it is to get her cuddled up against emery's chest, quietly whimpering and reaching out for the other woman's warmth, as emery kisses her head and whispers soft praises.

emery decides she really doesn't want to know if trinity has seen that side of yolanda. because it really just might make her hate her more.

[whiitkrs]

step-siblings walsh and abbot bonding over their years long med school situationships