An Itch You Can't Scratch (one-shot)
Synopsis: After taking a bad fall, Y/N gets rushed to the ED of Pittsburg Trauma Medical Hospital only to come face to face with a man she had a one-night stand with, and who ghosted her that same morning without a word - Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch. As if her bad day couldn't get any worse than it was...
Pairing: Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x fem!Reader (age-gap relationship (Reader is 26, Robby is implied 46-48))
Genre: angst, fluff, SMUT
Warnings: descriptions of wounds (open breaks), puke, swearing, etc., SMUT
Word count: 13,320 (yeah, this sort of started out like a cute little chaotic story and became... this. I might make more parts to these two, people like it enough, because I already have some ideas, and ideas for other stories too also, let's please pretend like Robby didn't have the worst shift of his life and everyone is happy and alive :) )
Please don't copy my work or repost it onto other platforms. all of the characters belong to HBO Max.
In all honesty, Y/N thought Sara was overreacting. There was no need to be hauled to the ER on a Monday morning, at seven AM. So, what if sheād slipped in the shower? So, what if sheād hit her head against the towel rack? So, what if sheād sprained her ankle? Y/N could just pop a couple of Tylenol and be on her merry way, but no.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā When Sara had heard the thud and the subsequent crash of shampoo and conditioner bottles, sheād rushed inside the bathroom only to find Y/N sprawled out in all her naked glory. She cursed the stupid bathroom latch their landlord refused to change.
After Sara had had her fill of laughter, she helped Y/N stand, get somewhat dressed (a loose cotton shirt and some shorts), and helped her hobble down the stairs of their apartment, her leg in a make-shift splint of dishtowels and left-over wood paneling from an IKEA dresser.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A groan of protest escaped her as Sara parked in the hospital parking lot and rushed to the passenger door, opening it for Y/N and helping her get out.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou are worse than my mother,ā she huffed as she leaned her weight onto her good leg. āI am completely fine.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Sara sighed, and Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing what was coming. āMy love,ā she said. āMy other half. The Yin to my Yang, the milk to my matcha. My partner in crime for whom I would kill and/or dispose of a body. I can quite literally see the fucking bone sticking out of your lower leg.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āItās a sprain,ā Y/N gritted through clenched teeth.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āItās an open fucking break and the fact that you refused to have an ambulance called, boggles my fucking mind, yet here we are.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā To that, Y/N had nothing to say, but still, she thought Sara was being way too overdramatic. And honestly, if she kept mentioning the real situation of her sprain, making her remember the sound of the snap, how it had been the worst sound sheād ever heard, and Y/N had spent more than twenty years listening to her brother singing in the shower, before she moved to Pittsburg for her job, she would put Sara in a hospital bed herself. And then they could be the ED besties.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā But the worst was the pain that came when Sara reminded Y/N of why she had to go to the hospital.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It had been a miracle no neighbor had called the cops or the EMTs themselves, though it didnāt necessarily comfort Y/N either. If she could scream bloody murder like that and nobody batted an eye, it didnāt say anything good about the complex they lived in.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā One look down had confirmed Y/Nās worst fears ā she had, in fact, broken her leg. Not only that, it was an open break where part of her lower femur was sticking right out of the meat of her calf. For the first few moments, sheād been in such a shock, that the only thought running through her head was ā I look like a poor manās version of a Disney turkey leg. Then sheād started screaming. And that had made her puke.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Right then and there, still lying half out of the shower, half on the floor, sheād emptied her stomach. There hadnāt been much in it, just the cup of water sheād drank when sheād awoken, but still. At least Y/N had been in the bathroom when it had happened. Tiles were easier to clean up than carpet, and she already felt bad enough Sara would have to wash the floor.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā But now, as some form of punishment, no doubt, Sara was helping Y/N hobble towards the emergency department of Pittsburg Trauma Medical Hospital, when a sad-looking man noticed them and rushed inside, grabbing a wheelchair, and getting by Y/Nās side in a matter of a second.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āHere, sit down.ā The man, Dennis Whitaker he introduced himself, took hold of her other bicep and moved the wheelchair behind her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIām fine,ā she groaned. āIām not an invalid. I can make it inside on my own. Besides, that wheelchair could be used for someone that actually needs it.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou actually need it.ā Sara levelled a gaze at her. āAnd I will make you a fucking invalid because I will clock you so hard in the head, you will have a concussion, if you donāt have one from the fall.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā For a tense second, Y/N stood (or wobbled) her ground, Y/E/C eyes locked onto Saraās hazel ones which were slowly narrowing with each passing moment until she cursed and said, āAlright fine.ā Together Whitaker and Sara lowered the injured woman into the wheelchair. āGod, I hate your mom-stares.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āItās the only way to get you to do anything in terms of taking care of yourself.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āItās not!ā Y/N protested. āIāll have you know, I made myself an omelet yesterday for breakfast. Veggies and all.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah, after I berated you that a stale Coke from three days ago, isnāt actual breakfast.ā Sara walked side by side as Whitaker pushed the wheelchair into the madhouse that was the emergency department.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It was fascinating to observe the situation as an outsider ā nurses and doctors were like level-headed owls, their heads swiveling this way and that way, as they assessed the patients and their statuses, while the residents and patients themselves, not all, but quite a bunch, were like headless chickens, rushing around and trying to prioritize afflictions or become a priority to the doctors.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Codes were called left and right, people moved from one side to the other, snapping on gloves and donning protective gear, and in the center of it all, was the command post ā the nurseās station which Whitaker had wheeled her to.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDana, is there a room available?ā he addressed a slim, blonde woman, probably the one in charge.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āRoom six is available, whatās the, oh,ā she stopped mid-sentence as she noticed Y/N and the bone sticking out of her leg.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI donāt mind waiting,ā she gave her a sheepish smile. āThereās probably loads of people before me. Besides, itās just a sprain.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWell, thatās probably one of the worst sprains Iāve ever seen,ā Dana deadpanned as she motioned with her head towards someone behind them.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N shrugged. āWell, I am just special like that.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah, maybe in the head,ā Sara grumbled as she gave the charge nurse all the necessary info for the moment. āSpeaking of which ā she also hit her head when she went down with her⦠sprain.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Danaās lips quirked up as she hummed and tapped something on her iPad, weaving around the table, leaving Whitaker to follow her like a lost puppy as they moved to the room Y/N was now assigned to. āWeāll schedule you a CT ASAP.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N turned her head to look at her best friend. āGiven how this little trip was your idea, youāre paying off my medical debt.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āJust let these nice doctors and nurses take care of you.ā Sara pinched the bridge of her nose. āBecause quite honestly, Iām not too into the idea of searching for a new roommate. Do you know how many creeps Iād have to go through? And what if the one normal one I find has a fatal flaw?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āSuch as?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI dunno. What if they hate musicals?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOh, the tragedy.ā Y/N pressed a hand against her chest as they wheeled her inside the room.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā There was another presence there, a young doctor, probably late twenties or early thirties. A cute little dimple on his chin, dark hair, and blue eyes. Reminded her a bit of the guy from Air Bud, if she squinted a bit.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMy nameās Dr. Langdon,ā he introduced himself, giving Y/N a reassuring smile. āAnd this is Dennis Whitaker, our fourth-year medical student. Would it be alright, if he and another one of our residents observed the situation today? This is a teaching hospital, but it is well within your rights to refuse.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She shook her head. āObserve away. Not much I can hide.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAlright, thank you.ā He ventured out for a quick second only to come back with a young woman who introduced herself as Dr. Mel King, a second-year resident. āOkay,ā Dr. Langdon said. āLetās get you onto the bed and see what weāre working with.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The three medical professionals surrounded her and helped Y/N move from the wheelchair on the paper-covered bed, without jostling her leg too much, but it was enough.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā So far, sheād been able to take her mind off the pain by distracting herself ā she bickered with Sara, recited the script of The Hunger Games movie in her head while fantasising about a blond Josh Hutcherson, because Peeta was just elite like that. Sheād even gone so far as to go over the division table, but now, as more attention was being placed on the broken leg, it started to hurt more and more. It was like Y/N mind-over-mattered an itching spot left by a mosquito by chanting āItās not itchyā over and over in her head, but the second she stopped, the itching came back in full force.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āSo,ā Dr. Dimple, she nicknamed him in her head, started. āWhat happened?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N sighed, looking at the ceiling. āCan I just give you the not-humiliating version and say Iām a klutz?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He gave her a charming smile as a nurse prepped an IV line. āUnfortunately, we need to know beyond āclumsyā. The environment where this accident happened is important.ā
"It could introduce pathogens into the wound," Mel, as Dr. King had requested to be called, said.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N chewed on her bottom lip before muttering, āI slipped in the shower and sprained my leg. And then got assaulted by some shampoo and conditioner bottles⦠and then I threw up.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd donāt forget the head!ā Sara said from the door where she still stood, observing the work happening.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N threw her a knowing smirk. āNever do. And I havenāt had any complaints yet.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThe throwing up could indicate a concussion,ā Whitaker said. āDanaās already scheduled a CT. And in terms of the leg, you actually have an open fra-,ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N took hold of Whitakerās bicep like heād done so for her when heād helped wheel her inside the emergency department. āPlease listen to me when I say this ā unless you want me to hurl all over you, and trust me, I can aim, the only thing I have, is a sprain. Got it?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He gulped and nodded, stepping away from Y/N like a man whoād gotten sprayed by too many fluids in one day and didnāt want to be anywhere near the danger zone. āLoud and clear Miss Sprained-Ankle-Woman.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āGood.ā The nausea thatād started creeping up her belly subsided. āBecause I can deal with you people having to do things, but if I have to actually listen to any of it, or think about it, I will be sick.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWe can give you some anti-nausea medication for that,ā Dr. Dimple soothed. āBut first, weāll get you a CT, and then weāll have a surgery room prepped for you because you need to get this reset as quickly as possible. You will probably have some metal plates and screws to hold the uh⦠sprain together, and then a cast for about six to eight weeks.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āGreat,ā Y/N grumbled. āThis is just fucking great. This is exactly how I wanted to spend my vacation, before, oh⦠oh, absolutely not.ā Y/Nās eyes widened to a comically large size as she looked past her room and into the waiting area. āSara, you need to get me out of here right the fuck now.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āHey, woah, what is going on?ā Dr. Langdon rushed to where Y/N was trying to get the IV line out. āPlease don't do that, you'll only hurt yourself more.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āY/N, whatās going on?ā Saraās brows were pulled tight in a frown, as she tried to help Dr. King get the oxygen monitor back onto her finger. āYou need surgery, for fuckās sake.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āItās him,ā she hissed, not taking her gaze away from where itād locked on. āAnd I donāt want to spend a second anywhere near the dick.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWho?ā Sara swiveled her head to look beyond the glass separating them from the chaos beyond. āWhoās the dick?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āHim.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And then four pairs of eyes locked onto the man standing and talking with the charge nurse at The Hub, Y/N was glaring at.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDo ā do you two know each other?ā Dr. Dimple asked.Ā āDo you feel unsafe with him around?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah, you could say we know one another,ā she scowled and crossed her arms as Mel managed to finally reattach the oxygen monitor, all of their attention onto her. āThatās the dude I hooked up with two weeks ago, and completely ghosted me that same morning.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Every single head snapped to look back at Dr. Michael āRobbyā Robinavitch, whoād also finally noticed Y/N was at his workplace, as a patient no less. His eyebrows were right up to his hairline, brown eyes wide with disbelief and mouth agape as she glowered at the older man.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It was quite a surreal moment ā all of these capable doctors and residents and nurses, stunned by the information so bad, that they almost seemed to forget Y/N was there. She wondered what was going through their heads, as this seemed like it wasnāt a regular occurrence. Which stung even more ā if Michael had been a fuckboy, she could take it, but it didnāt seem so. So, what was wrong with Y/N that had made him run away after the night theyād spent together?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā When theyād met at the bar, he had told her he was an emergency department attending. The big boss of his little duckling residents, dutifully running the hospital department with the help of the nurses.
Why, when Sara had finally managed to get Y/N inside the car, it hadnāt occurred to her, he would work in this particular hospital. Just why?
Y/N couldnāt say. Maybe sheād hoped he worked the night shifts. Maybe sheād hoped, he worked somewhere else, or even out of town, but, of course, for whatever sins sheād committed, karma couldnāt do her a solid one.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Sara gasped, rushing by her side as Y/N watched Michael flounder and try and decide what to do ā whether to interfere and face the music or run away from the hospital. He apparently chose the latter as he twisted on his heel and high-tailed it to the other end of the department, leaving a cackling Dana behind.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThatās him?ā Sara strained her neck. āThatās the hot doctor?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N scoffed. āThe one and only. Couldnāt even leave a fucking note or something. Like I can take a hint a one-night-stand is a one-night-stand, alright? But donāt just fucking bolt out of the door like your ass is on fire before the other party wakes up. Fucking dickhead.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWell, maybe it wasnāt as fun of a night for him, as you thought, and he didnāt want to hurt your feelings.ā Sara raised a brow.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOh, trust me,ā Y/N smirked. āIt was a very fun night for him. I would know. I was there, and you canāt fake the kind of shaking. Four hours will do that to a guy,ā she winked and touched the tips of her pointer finger and thumb in an A-Okay sign.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah,ā it was Dr. Dimple smiling at her, the grin on his face almost wolfish in nature. āYeah, you are absolutely my new favorite person in the world.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā However, whatever he wanted to say or ask, was cut short when Dana returned to inform that her CT slot was coming up, and so Y/N was wheeled away, not daring to look at Michael as they passed one another in the hallway.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā As the results came back for a minor concussion, the anesthesiologist informed, that they recommended a spinal for the surgery, while the team prepper, but Y/N shot it down immediately.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAbsolutely not. Look, I know itās not safe to go to sleep after a concussion, but I will not be listening to the sounds of some bone-carpenter crunching on my leg. Put me under,ā she gave him her most pathetic look. āPlease.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The specialist still tried to argue, but he couldnāt do it much longer, as Y/N needed surgery as soon as possible, so after five minutes of strongly recommending the spinal, he relented and in half an hour, Y/N had managed to get hers ā she was out like a light, without a sound in her ears.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It was the best sleep sheād ever had in her life. Like floating on a cloud, surrounded by doves and angels singing her lullabies. She never wanted to wake up, but something was rousing her out of the blissful state.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A large warm hand around her palm, thumb rubbing the top of it, was soothing her senses. It was like hot chocolate after being out in the sow. Or sitting by a fireplace with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āGood afternoon, Miss Sprained-Ankle,ā a low, rumbly voice greeted Y/N as she floated back into consciousness. Her eyes locked onto two gentle, brown ones, and despite the medication, she knew she wasnāt hallucinating him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Michaelās face was beard-covered like it had been when theyād met. He still had the same worry lines on his forehead and the crowās feet around his eyes. Y/N had said she liked those the best.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIt shows youāve smiled and laughed despite everything else,ā sheād informed him over the rim of her Pornstar Martini.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She couldnāt truly imagine just how draining his line of work was, both physically and mentally, but the laugh lines she could see hiding under the beard, harmonizing with those around his eyes, was a feature Y/N had noticed first.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āSo,ā she slurred her tongue a swollen mass of sandpaper in her mouth, and Michael noticed that, holding a cup of water against her lips until sheād had her fill. āDo I have to keep breaking bones to wake up with you next to me?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI hope not.ā With gentleness Y/N knew he possessed, yet didnāt expect, he brushed away a droplet thatād slipped past her mouth, and onto her cheek. āI hope this is the only time I ever have to see you in such a state.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āCanāt promise that,ā she shook her head. āI do have a reputation to uphold.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah?ā amusement was evident on his weary face. āAnd what kind of reputation is that?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhen I was in first grade, on the first day of school, I broke my arm. And then like a few months later, I smashed my face against a radiator and split my lip open. Still have a scar,ā she pointed right below her right nostril where a sliver of lighter skin was. āAnd then, but that was like third grade or something, I smashed my head against a metal railing and split my head open. I could even push my fingers inside and scrape my -,ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOkay, I understand,ā Michael interrupted her and pulled the hand that was tapping against the hairline on her forehead. āYou are an ED connoisseur, but please, donāt make this a habit.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDamn, straight I am.ā Y/N gave a confident nod, but before Michael could ask anything else, she said, āYou know what I donāt get? Like why did my leg bone hurt while sticking out of my body, but my teeth that are sticking out right now, donāt?ā She clacked them for emphasis. āTheyāre outside bones.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A soft smile bloomed on Michaelās face as he brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. She could feel someone had put her hair in a protective style and had to wonder if it had been the man beside her. But that wouldnāt make any sense. Why would he care like that for her?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āFor one,ā he muttered. āYou broke your fibula ā the smaller bone in your lower leg, and in doing so, hurt the surrounding things like muscles and skin. That is one reason why you felt such pain. And two ā if you broke a tooth, it would hurt too. Your cavities hurt, donāt they?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMmm,ā a self-satisfied smile bloomed on Y/Nās face. āI wouldnāt know. Iāve never had a cavity.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThatās good. Dentists arenāt cheap.ā As a response she just clacked her teeth again, making Michael laugh. āHow are you feeling? Any pain? Nausea?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNope, I am A-Okay. Honestly, that was like the best sleep of my life. Wellā¦ā Y/N pouted, taking her gaze away from Michaelās. āThat night when I fell asleep with you is also up in the Top 5, but then I woke up and⦠you know⦠you werenāt there.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She was obviously delirious from the medication being pumped through her veins, but much like when Y/N was drunk, she was a throw-up-remember-everything kind of a girl, instead of a black-out-drunk. Besides, it wasnāt like she could run anywhere. Quite literally.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Michael sighed, dragging a hand down his face, visibly cringing at her words. āAbout that⦠I ā yeah, I think the only thing I can say is Iām sorry. For, you know, ghosting, as you youngsters say.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā āS alright.ā Y/N shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, as if the second sheād seen him, she hadnāt been ready to bolt. āIām over it.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo, no itās not okay. I shouldnāt have done that. Because that night was⦠great. It was amazing, actually. And everything leading up to the uh, you⦠you know, the...ā he cleared his throat, and a smirk pulled up on Y/Nās lips.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThe sex? Come on, you can say it in your big old man age. Itās just three letters.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āJesus Christ.ā Michael rubbed his neck as a slight pink shade crawled up his neck, which made Y/N let out a chuckle at how uncomfortable he looked talking about this. Maybe it was time to let this go, for his sake and her own sanity.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLook, if it makes you feel any better,ā Y/N shifted to the edge of the mattress and patted the side of her bed, so he could sit down. After asking if she was sure, he did take the offered space. āI ā Iāve been treating you a bit unfairly with this. I think my ego was a bit crushed after waking up and not having you there, but, umm⦠youāre off the hook. Besides, I think Iām in your debt with all of this. Your team is amazing.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āTheyāre pretty great, arenāt they?ā he mumbled, one of his hands having moved to toy with the wristband the hospital had assigned to Y/N. āBut still, how I reacted then, and even earlier in the morning⦠it wasnāt right. I mean, Iām pushing fifty for fuckās sake. Thatās not what someone my age does.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āSo what?ā she raised a brow. āThe issue is you think youāre a cradle-robber? Because youāre no more that than I am a grave robber. Iām twenty-six, Michael,ā she turned her palm up hoping heād accept it and slide his hand in hers. After a moment of hesitancy, he did, and Y/N squeezed it in reassurance. āI mean, if you think youāre doing something bad, by having slept with someone two decades younger than you, Iāll have you know, according to regency times, as a woman whoāll be turning twenty-seven this year, Iām pretty much a decrepit old spinster.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Michael let out a soft laugh as his fingers trailed the lines on Y/Nās palm. āYou have your whole life ahead of you. Me? Iām your probably dadās age.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd looking hotter than ever, if you ask me.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah? You think so?ā He asked as Y/N hummed in affirmation. āWell then, for a decrepit old spinster, you are beautiful. And acting with much more grace than I deserved or deserve.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Something in the way he said those last few words made her heart squeeze. āMichael⦠of course you deserve grace.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYouāre being far too good to me⦠youāre far too good for meā¦ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/Nās brows furrowed at that. Slowly, she attempted to rise in a sitting position, but she didnāt get far before Michael had his arms around her waist, like theyād been two weeks ago, pushing a pillow to stabilize the small of her back. Once he was sure she was comfortable, he opened an apple juice box and handed it to her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āTo get your sugar up.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā But she just stared at him, only reaching for the little carton after heād resumed his previous sitting position. āIs that what this is about?ā she asked. āSome insecurity you think I deserve better than you? Because I can decide those things for myself. I am an adult. With a fully-developed frontal lobe, mind you.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He took in a deep breath, held it for a second, then released it, and Y/N watched that whatever kind of decision heād come to, had released a certain tension thatād been accumulating in his body. āKind of, I guess. But mostlyā¦ā he swallowed, then nodded to himself, eyes trained on her wristband. āMostly I got scared.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOf what?ā Y/N tilted her head. āI mean, I know my morning breath probably isnāt that attractive, and the smeared makeup made me look like a coked-out raccoon, but -,ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo,ā Michael shook his head, chuckling. His cheeks were reddish at her words, but as he lifted his eyes to hers, there was a grateful look to them. Like he was thankful she wasnāt making fun of him even in his ripe old age. āYou,ā he stumbled over his words a bit, āwhen I saw you there, sleeping by my side like you belonged⦠I donāt think Iāve ever seen anything more beautiful than that. And thatās when I thought to myself ā if I worked up the courage, could there be more mornings like that? Could I make you breakfast and coffee one day? Maybe Iād get the privilege of falling asleep next to you as we watch movies at night. And that scared me.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThe possible future?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWanting that possible future, because that feeling, the one that started to grow right here,ā he tapped the center of his chest. āI couldnāt think straight. So, I had to go.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI mean,ā Y/N swallowed hard. āThat is a lot to imagine after only a few hours together.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDoes that⦠creep you out? āCause itās totally understandable if it does. I mean Jesus, Iām old⦠and youāre so young.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo, it doesnāt.ā And she meant it when she said it. āI find it actually quite endearing, but you can stop being so hung-up on the age difference. If you think there might be some daddy issues on my side, I can assure you ā thereās none. I quite like my dad, and I definitely donāt see you as such a figure. Not after the things you did to me. āCause, quite honestly, sex with you was probably the best dicking-down Iāve had in a year.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā If Michael had been drinking anything, Y/N was sure he would have choked with how he sputtered at her words. āWell, uh, yeah, I uh⦠Iām glad you⦠enjoyed it.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI did. And I know you enjoyed it too,ā her smile was nothing short of wicked.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah, and apparently now the rest of the residents and nurses and doctors know it too?ā Michael raised his brows at her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It took Y/N a while to realize he was talking about when sheād gotten admitted and spilt the beans on their night together, implying their copious amount of copulation. āHey, donāt shoot the messenger, but Iād like to think your reputation has now gone sky-high between the female nurses and doctors. Maybe the guys and theys as well. But I do apologize for talking about your private life while at your work. In my defense, until that very moment, I didnāt know you worked here. And well, I was pissed.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou and your mouth will get you in trouble one day,ā Michael pointed at her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah? Would you like to put something in it, to shut me up? Last time, you really liked it when I -,ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOkay, trouble, thatās enough.ā Even though his words had a finality to them, humor glowed on his features. He seemed relaxed. Content even, as he took the now empty apple juice box Y/N had been sipping on this whole time.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou on a break?ā She started scooting down the bed once more, and Michael instantly helped her get situated.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWant to get rid of me so quickly?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo. Itās just youāre spending an awfully long time with me. Donāt you have other patients to check in on? I donāt want you to waste your time if you need to get to someone else. Or maybe grab a bite to eat? Iām fairly sure doctors donāt know how to have a good work-life balance, despite continuously recommending it to us, mere mortals.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āTime with you isnāt a waste.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Oh.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Oh, how badly did Y/N want to rip off the little wires connecting her to the heart monitor, because had Michael not turned the sound off, she was sure the whole hospital would be hearing it go nuts at his words, the squiggling beat of it a treat for only Michael this time, because when he noticed it, a smirk bloomed on his mouth. He didnāt say anything, but he didnāt need to, not when he murmured, twining their fingers together, āI want to kiss you so bad.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI definitely wonāt be opposed to that.ā Y/Nās answer might have come way too quickly, but she was beyond feeling embarrassed about wanting him. āYou have permission to kiss away. For as long as possible. All day, every day, whenever you want to.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWell, thank you for that,ā Michael chuckled, cupping her cheek, and she leaned into the touch. āBut⦠not right now. Let me take you out on a proper date. Let me do this right.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOh my God, seriously?ā Y/N whined throwing her head back. āYouāre gonna make me wait? Especially after that whole speech and whatnot? You are a cruel, cruel man Dr. Michael Robinavitch.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he leaned to hover over Y/N, a golden necklace slipping from the inside of his shirt and dangling before her. She wanted to pull it between her teeth like sheād done so during their one night together. It took every dwindling ounce of willpower not to.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMaybe, I just want you aching. And yearning. You were the one who said men donāt yearn enough nowadays. But I have. For you, for two whole god-damned weeks. Now itās your turn.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It was pathetic how Y/N wanted to cry and whimper. āBut I didnāt even do anything! You were the one that ran out! Why am I being punished for your actions?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDo you ā do you not want to go on a date with me?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI do, but Iād rather you rail me as soon as possible.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWell, for one,ā Michael tried to continue on as if Y/Nās words hadnāt made heat creep up his face, but he could only do so much. He was a human, after all. āYouāre not allowed any strenuous activities until youāve got a clean bill of health. And two, all teasing aside, I want to do this properly. I want to do right by you this time.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhy would you?ā she exasperated. āI wasnāt complaining when you didnāt do it right by me, and Iām certainly not going to if you suddenly decide to stop being chivalrous. Maybe even right here. We could recreate some scene from Greyās Anatomy?ā Y/N wiggled her brows at him, eliciting a deep rumble of a chuckle.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āGreyās is just a malpractice lawsuit after a malpractice lawsuit, and I, unlike the characters there, donāt want my medical license to be revoked. Until you get discharged, Iām one of your doctors.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMy hot doctor, you mean.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The sigh that left Michael was not weary or a worn-out kind of noise. Rather it was a resigned I-guess-this-is-my-life-now kind of a sigh, especially combined with the endearing look on his face, it made Y/N feel warm all over.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Slowly, as they talked a bit more, her eyes began to droop, exhaustion from the morning, from the surgery and the subsequent consequences settling in once more. āWill you stay?ā she asked as Michael brushed a knuckle along her jaw. āJust until I fall asleep?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOf course,ā Michael took her hand in his, sitting down by her side again, as he pressed a kiss to her wrist. āAnd I⦠I wish I could promise Iāll be here when you wake up, but I, -ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI know,ā Y/N interrupted him with a soft and understating smile. āBy that point, youāll probably be off saving lives. Itās why Iām not asking you to.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIāll try though.ā He promised.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOkay.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And with her hand still in Michaelās, Y/N drifted off once again without even realizing it was pitch-black outside, and Michael hadnāt been wearing his shift scrubs. He should have long been home resting, and yet, he hadnāt been able to leave her. Not like he did before.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā By the time she awoke early the next morning, Y/N was clearheaded, and yet all her thoughts mulled over the conversation sheād had with Michael the previous night. Would he go back on his word? Had he only talked with her like that because she was high on pain meds, and maybe thought she wouldnāt remember their discussions?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She knew he hadnāt promised to be there when she awoke, so Y/N didnāt hold it against him, but she couldnāt deny the sting. But that was immediately soothed by the hoodie thatād been laid over the back of a chair.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His hoodie.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A promise he would at least have a reason to come back and check in on her. It was Dana, the charge nurse, peeking her head inside that pulled Y/N back into the present. āHow are we feeling today? Ready to be discharged? Dr. Langdon will be with you shortly for a follow-up.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The woman in the hospital bed groaned. āCanāt I just stay here? Like you people ā you are normal. Sara will be a mother hen on crack. I am willing to brave hospital food, as long as I donāt have to go home to all that fussing. Sheās probably already bullied our landlord into installing a lift or something.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āShe cares for you,ā it was Dr. Langdon piping in, as he entered her room, pulling on a pair of gloves and nodding to Dana in thanks. āYouāre pretty lucky to have a friend like her.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah, I know,ā Y/N sighed as Dr. Langdon looked over her leg, asked some questions about pain levels and talked her through the post-op care. āBut in my defense, she has a tendency to overreact.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIād say you have a tendency to underreact, but thatās just my professional opinion.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She rolled her eyes as Dr. Langdon finished his assessment and handed off her chart to Dana, so they could start the discharge process. āGod forbid a girl has hobbies.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIn any case, I do think the whole ED is in debt to Sara.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā To that she raised a brow.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWell, had she not made you come in, I donāt know if Dr. Robby would have had a chance of seeing you again. Because, if I have to be honest, weāve all been scratching our heads the past couple of weeks trying to figure out why heās been in such a mood. Now we know why.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou two shit-talking me?ā Michaelās soft tone interrupted the conversation, as he crossed his arms and leaned against the entryway. āHow are you feeling?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She tried and failed to hide the heat creeping up her veins. Even if Y/N had succeeded, that damned monitor, the sound no doubt having been turned back on by Michael before he left, to make sure if anything went awry at night, someone was there for her, betrayed her anyway. God, she wanted to punch the smile off both the men's faces.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āFine.ā She turned her head to look at the wall, as a nurse stepped in and removed the IV catheter and wrapped her hand in gauze. āNot looking forward to the itching that will appear, in what? Three days?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo scratching,ā Dr. Dimple pointed at her with a pen. āYou could injure yourself and cause a serious infection. No rulers, no knitting needles, no crochet needles, no twigs or branches, no nothing.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āBut what about -,ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo nothing,ā he emphasized. āOr I will have to recommend Dr. Robby make a house call on you. Though that isnāt much of a threat for you two, is it?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOkay, Frank? Scram. Now. Thereāre patients that need checking on. I can take care of Y/N.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah, I bet you can,ā Dr. Langdon let out a laugh but was out of the room before either she or Michael could say anything.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The only thing Y/N was happy about, was that the comment had made not only her flustered, but Michael as well, as he shifted on his feet and rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous tick. In the end, he gave her a smile that said āSorry about himā and padded over to where heād left his hoodie.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And that only made her even more flustered, because seeing a man like him, so level-headed and sure, get visibly nervous over her, did things to Y/N. Which made her want to do things to Michael, but then Dana returned, two crutches in hand, Whitaker wheeling a wheelchair once more, and all passion slipped away.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āRight, thanks.ā She eyed the crutches like they were cow-eating pythons. āI fucking hate my life.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Low, warm laughter filtered through the room as Dana helped Y/N get redressed and situated her in the wheelchair, crutches placed over her knees as she was rolled to the nurseās station.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI uh, took the liberty of calling Sara for you,ā Michael said as he leaned against the table. When Y/N raised a brow in question, he elaborated, āSheās in your emergency contacts. Should be here in fifteen or so.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThank you. You didnāt have to do that, you know.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI know,ā he smiled. āBut I wanted to.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And there it was again, that warmth that blossomed in her chest, only this time she let it spread, let it wrap around her heart and wash away that bitterness, thatād been there since the morning Y/N had woken up cold and alone.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It hadnāt been just the sex, though that night Michael had given her some of the most earth-shattering orgasms sheād ever had (thankfully, Sara had been away with her girlfriend, so she didnāt have to suffer through the teasing).
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It was the conversations leading up to it, the sense of ease Y/N felt around Michael. He was witty and sarcastic, his humor dry, but not at the expense of others while being engaging and thought-provoking at the same time. What had sealed the deal for her though was when he actually engaged in the debate, she presented him ā if he had to kiss a fish-spider hybrid, what would he choose ā fish head, spider body or fish body, spider head?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Heād made her laugh so hard she cried, and when Y/N had deemed it was time to call an Uber and go home, sheād taken the risk and asked if he wanted to come to her place. And after a few moments where she wanted the earth to open and swallow her whole, heād nodded.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Together they waited for the cab, standing side by side, yet not touching. Heād opened the car door for her, before slipping in himself.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The tension could be cut with a knife, and afterwards, Y/N had given the driver five stars for enduring it, while the whole way, one of Michaelās palms had slowly moved to rest against her thigh, and sheād had to clench them together because if she didnāt, there would be a noticeable wet spot underneath.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā After an agonizing half an hour's drive, they finally got to her place. Michael held the door open for her, and insisted on paying for the Uber, no matter how much Y/N protested.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Every step towards the apartment she was renting on the fourth floor of the complex, was agony. As she fumbled for her keys, Michaelās fingers were slowly skimming the side of her dress where the zipper rested.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/Nās whole body was a live-wire, and she wondered how in the world had the lock not melted from the heat, as it slid in place and she unlocked the door, the motion now forever having a sexual connotation, for in that moment Michael was the key that would unlock her desires.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Together, they stepped beyond the threshold, and yet still, he never once removed his touch from her body. From that damned little black number. Sheād only worn it because sheād been set up on a blind date. They were supposed to meet up at the bar for a drink before going to a play, but as it turns out, even guys who like theatre can ghost.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā When Y/N realized the situation, she wanted to go home, as her date was the one who had the tickets, pull this thing off and drink the already opened bottle of wine that was in the fridge, but she could have at least one good cocktail before that.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Thatās when Dr. Robby, or as heād asked her to call him by his first name, Michael, slid into the seat next to her. They didnāt talk for the first five minutes, not until sheād been scrolling through Instagram and some post had caught her eye. Something about green tea enemas and glowing skin, and the man beside had released a heavy-duty sigh, accompanied by āfucking Dr. Google.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Itās when slowly but surely, theyād struck up a conversation, which had now resulted in Y/N having Michael towering over her, his beard scratching against the crook of her neck where heād placed his chin.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā When his hands wove and settled against her stomach, any sort of resolve sheād had, snapped. Instantly, she turned, weaving her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to hers in a bruising kind of kiss. The kind that left you breathless and dizzy and wanting more.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She felt an insatiable thrill rush down her spine as Michael responded with just as much vigor, the pads of his fingers digging deep into her hips and pulling her to be flush against his chest, so much so, that Y/N could feel his own desire growing in his groin.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIāve never hated clothes more than I do right now,ā she giggled as Michael grappled with the door handle and pushed it close without disconnecting from one another.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThen letās get them off, shall we?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The way he dragged the side zipper open, was almost reverent, worshipping even. Like he wanted to prolong the build-up between them, and Y/N couldnāt lie ā she was loving it, even if she was losing her mind. So many times, when sheād had hook-ups, guys tended to just get her naked as fast as possible, which was fine. She was down for it, but there was something indescribable about how Michael reveled in feeling her slowly start to tremble, in how he kissed up and down her neck, while his fingers took their sweet time. It drove her insane with want, in an amount sheād never felt before.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His pointer finger dragged its way up Y/Nās bicep, making goosebumps erupt all over before he slowly slid a strap down. Then the other, until the dress was pooling around her waist, and still, where usually sheād be helping the guy shimmy herself out of the dress, Michael didnāt rush. He simply allowed his hands to explore her body, skimming along her ribs and up to the black lacy number sheād worn, then right back down.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou counting if I have all my ribs in place, Dr. Robby?ā Y/N let out a shaky breath, trying to alleviate the gathered tension, for she was just about to combust, but all she got was a soft smile as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her neck where her pulse was visibly thrumming.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI donāt have much time in my day to stop and admire art. So please, indulge me. And art, which Iām allowed to touch, should be revered even more so.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Her eyes may or may not have rolled to the back of her head at his words, and he hadnāt even gotten his head between her legs yet. Yeah, Dr. Michael āRobbyā Robinavitch, the attending of a trauma centre, would be the death of her.
Name of the deceased - Y/N Y/L/N. Date of death - 4th of April, 2025. Cause of death ā self-combustion. Reason for self-combustion ā a sexy as fuck doctor.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Quite honestly, if that was how she was going to go, so be it.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Finally, though, after what felt like ages, her dress was shed, leaving her only in her underwear and strappy high-heels sheād worn.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIf there is one thing I hate, itās not having a photographic memory,ā Michael grumbled as his hands skimmed along the waistband of her panties. āBut trust me when I say this, I will be picturing this moment for decades to come.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou are more than welcome to have a look at whatās hiding underneath,ā Y/N said. Or that is what she would have said, had she not simply whimpered in response. Not very sexy of her, but the feeling of his chest rumbling with a laugh, totally made up for it.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She gathered enough of her bearings to step out of the fabric around her feet and move them along to her room. Never did his eyes leave her, never did his gaze waver or wander as they faced one another, her queen-sized bed behind her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou are awfully overdressed,ā Y/N mumbled, allowing herself the luxury of running her palms along the still-covered planed of his chest. His breathing was steady, but to feel the erratic thumping of his heart excited her beyond measure. It meant all that composure was just an act, and she was thrilled sheād be the one to crack it.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She was just about to move her fingers to the buttons of his shirt when Michael slid down to his knees. If his hands hadnāt been resting against her thighs, she was sure she wouldāve buckled and crashed. And Michael, damn the man to hell and back, knew it, if only by the smirk that stretched his face as he unlaced the strappy heels she had on and helped her stand on her feet.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N covered her face and groaned, throwing her head back. āYouāre enjoying this, arenāt you? Torturing me?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āTorturing you?ā A kiss against her navel. āThe only person being tortured tonight has been me. At the bar. In the car. Even now, youāre driving me crazy. So, if this is torture, simply consider it payback.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā With the gentlest of touches, only a doctor could manage, Michael skimmed over Y/Nās stretchmarks, scars and blemishes ā pieces of herself she didnāt particularly like, but the way he touched her⦠it was like he was mapping out the carve-marks of a Michelangelo statue. She was Venus and those ā the history of her life.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā By the time he got back up to her mouth, she was a trembling mess, her nails digging into the muscles of his back, as finally, to her relief, he allowed her to rid him of the shirt.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Much like heād done to her, Y/N allowed herself the pleasure of exploring his body, mapping out the ridges and slopes of his chest and abdomen, before moving around to his back, and once they made their way to the small of it, she dug her nails against the skin there. The groan she was rewarded with, was sweeter than the cocktail heād bought her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIs it okay, if I touch you here?ā Michaelās fingers slipped along the tops of her breasts before they moved to her back where they toyed with the clasp of the garment.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMore than,ā Y/Nās words were a breathless whisper by that point, and her inhale stuttered in her chest as she deftly snapped it open.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It was clear he had experience, and not just because he was two decades her senior, but probably also because heād done so in the trauma center, he worked at. For a brief, stupid second, she wondered how he could still find such acts pleasurable when heād no doubt had to have done it during horrendous emergencies, yet all that was wiped away when Michael lowered his head and his teeth grazed a nipple.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Her sharp gasp echoed around them, and Y/N weaved her fingers through his hair, pushing his face closer, as he lavished at her chest. The next day, she was sure, there would be bruises and love bites blooming like flowers across her chest and sternum, not to mention the delicious beard burn.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N moaned as he pulled the peak into his mouth, but when an uninhibited thought entered, it made her throw it back in a deep groan.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThat feel good?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āSo fucking good, but also, so yeah, I,ā she stammered trying to get her brain to cooperate and create a coherent sentence. āOkay, so I just imagined you in glasses, and this got like ten times hotter.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āGlasses?ā Michael chuckled, pulling slightly back and looking up at her. āThatās what does it for you?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āCorrection ā you in glasses. Though you right now are so doing it for me too. But that image just⦠yeah⦠kinda glad you donāt have any on. Iād probably be a pile of ash by this point.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNow that would be a shame, wouldnāt it?ā He said, slowly moving to her other breast, but not neglecting the one heād already loved on, by cupping it in his large palm. āI mean, Iām just getting started.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Yeah, Y/N was dead and done for.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā As he continued licking at her chest, the hand thatād been fondling one of them, slid down her front and tentatively brushed against her clothed core. It was a single knuckle right against where her clit was, but it was enough for her to jolt in his grasp. Michael just steadied her and held tighter around her waist.Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Once he deemed Y/Nās breasts worshipped enough, he trailed back up between them and covered her mouth with his, yet the knuckle, that damned fucking knuckle, still slid against her pussy. He could no doubt feel how wet she was, the material, though there wasnāt much of it anyway, soaked through so bad, her thighs were already sticky.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMichael please,ā Y/N was now openly begging. She was way beyond feeling embarrassed for such a move when in the span of half an hour, heād reduced her to liquid fire. No one had ever made her feel this wanted. This needed. And she desperately wanted and needed him too.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āTell me what you want,ā he murmured, as he pushed his thumbs beyond the waistband of her panties and started to lower them down. The cool air hit her exposed core, and Y/N released a breathless moan. āYou gotta tell me what you want and donāt want. Iām not gonna go any further until you do.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI want you to touch me.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI am touching you.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She could feel him smirk as his hands took hold of the globes of her ass and squeezed.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo, I want you to touch me there,ā Y/N whined and tried to chase his mouth with hers, but Michael pulled back, shaking his head.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āGotta be more specific than that, sweetheart.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She debated on pulling away completely, on not giving him what he wanted either, but she was pathetic for this man. So, instead, she took one of his hands and guided it from where it rested against her ass, towards the front, sighing in relief as he let her do so. With her fingers guiding his, they slid to rest between her legs as Michael slowly, ever so exploratory, found her clit. She pressed her hand harder against his, so he could match the pressure on her core, and when he did so, overwhelming pleasure flooded her veins.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThere,ā Y/N breathed. āI want you to touch me there. And then,ā she moved his hand deeper, by the wrist, until she could feel the pads of his fingers nudging against her entrance. āI want you to put three of your fingers inside me, while you suck on my clit, until Iām a crying mess.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā As Y/N lifted her head back to look at him, there was absolutely no sign of the warm brown irises thatād looked at her so gently at the bar. Sure, it was dark in the apartment, yet even in bright daylight, sheād bet all her student loans, only two black abysses would be staring back at her, especially with how fast his chest was rising and falling.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd then?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā God, had his voice dropped even lower? How did he manage to make it so gravelly, yet smooth as the darkest, most succulent chocolate?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd thenā¦ā Her fingers trembled as she moved her hands to the front of his pants, undoing the buckle and flipping open the button, lowering the zipper as she went. All the while, Michael applied steady pressure on her clit, circling the bundle of nerves just enough to drive her towards the edge, but not enough for release to come. āAnd uhm, thenā¦ā She pushed his pants down as far as they would go, letting them bunch around his knees.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It took barely a moment for him to step out of them completely, kicking them to some forgotten corner of her room, leaving him in only his boxers. Somewhere along the way heād lost the shoes and socks, but Y/N wasnāt about to go and hunt for them. Not with how he still circled her clit with those experienced appendages.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYes?ā He raised a brow and pressed harder against her clit, making her pull in a sharp breath.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd then,ā Y/N trailed a teasing finger along the band of his boxers, for once delighting in how his abdomen muscles went taut, and his obviously hard dick twitched inside the confines. āAnd then I want you to fuck me. However, you want to. As long as by the end of it, neither of us know up from down and left from right.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā When she cupped him over the clothes he still had left on, it seemed like it snapped something in Michael, some taut, already fragile wire, thatād begun fraying ever since sheād invited him back to her place. Because this time when he kissed Y/N, it was a hungry kiss. A man starved being served the most lavish meal of all.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She was on the mattress in a matter of seconds, body covered by his towering frame. They molded perfectly together, Y/N thought. When she rolled her hips up to get at least some form of friction, he responded in kind, clearly searching to satiate his own desire.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Michaelās hands slid from her shoulders down the length of her arms before intertwining their fingers and bringing them up and over Y/Nās head, not once disconnecting from the kiss.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou keep them there,ā he instructed, breathing the words into her mouth. āAnd when Iām done with my appetizer, weāll move on to the first of the main courses.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAppetizer?ā Y/N squeaked out. A good hook-up in her books was at least two orgasms, usually only having one. But calling eating her out an appetizer, and then having a numbered list of courses, was something else completely.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Michaelās only response was that same damned smirk sheād learned could only mean torture, as he made his way between her legs, and without wasting another second, diving in between them.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The first lick of his tongue was a broad, all-encompassing one. And Y/N could only hope her neighbors had some good noise-cancelling headphones at the ready.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His forearms had settled against her hips and palms splayed themselves over her stomach to push her down against the bed, as she tried to chase his mouth.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And what a mouth it was.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Who knew the soft-spoken trauma doctor sheād met on a random Friday night at a bar while waiting for a date that never came, would be the creation of the Devil himself?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā But when he pushed two thick fingers inside, shortly followed by a third, just like Y/N had asked, all thoughts flew out of the window. The way he curled them in an attempt at finding that spot that made her gasp and choke on air, the way he scissored them, stretching her, preparing her for the first course he had in mind, was diabolical.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Her first orgasm came unexpectedly. She could feel it like a wave ā pushing and pulling ā but she hadnāt expected the moment it crested and shattered against the rocks, swift and sharp, coming without a warning, all due to the teasing thatād happened before, no doubt.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Michael rode it out with Y/N, until her hips stopped grinding against his mouth, and he could gently remove his fingers from her pussy.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He placed a soft kiss against the inside of her thigh, the skin raw and tender from his beard, that now glistened with her juices.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā āM sorry,ā Y/N mumbled, an arm thrown over her eyes as she came down from her high and tears streamed down to her temples, just like sheād requested.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhatever for?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDidnāt warn you I was coming.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā As the aftershocks receded, and she removed her arm, she found Michael looking up at her completely puzzled. āAnd why would I need a warning? I could tell, you know.ā He rose to hover over her. āThe way you were clenching. Fucking proud of it too.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo, I mean,ā she huffed, trailing a hand down his chest. āSometimes guys donāt want to⦠you know⦠have that in their mouth. Theyād rather finish a girl off with their fingers and not have to⦠taste it.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Now that was one way to kill a mood, but Y/N had already opened her big mouth and the words were out.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd why wouldnāt I want to taste it, hmm?ā Michael tilted his head at her, as his hands drifted up and down her sides, over her breasts and clavicles, to skim along her neck and finally settle on the pillow beside her head. āWhy wouldnāt I want that, when itās the end goal? You got your tears,ā he kissed the corners of her eyes where the salt still lingered. āAnd I got my wine.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Her gaze drifted to the beard, the one she would be feeling for days to come, as she went about her life. The one that was glistening with the remnants of her orgasm even in the dark, and Y/N wondered, what it would be like to sit atop it. To have him pull her down by the waist as she claimed his mouth for her throne. They were such salacious thoughts, for a moment, embarrassment flushed through her, but come on! After such an eating out, Y/N was allowed to fantasize.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd by the end of this, if you let me,ā Michael mumbled, a golden chain dangling in between them. Quickly she snatched it between her teeth and pulled, making him come closer. āIād like to do so at least once more.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou are absolutely welcome to it. Morning, noon and night.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā But at that moment, Y/N had no intentions of allowing him to go for another round, as when he leaned down for a kiss, she lifted a leg over his hip and twisted, throwing Michael off his balance and onto his back, with her now on top.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āBut right now⦠you had your starter.ā She gave him a wicked grin. āAnd Iāve yet to still have mine.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āFuck me,ā was all he managed to groan out as he threaded a hand through his hair, head pressed tight against her silk-covered pillows while Y/N rid him of his boxers.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His length sprang free, thick and aching. It slapped against his abdomen and her hand curled around it immediately to give him some sort of relief, precum dripping from the tip. Or maybe, she intended to do quite the opposite.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Heād taken his sweet fucking time riling her up. She could take hers. But it was the way he let out the smallest of āpleaseā, the way his eyes locked onto hers, practically begging to put him out of his misery, that did her in. Sheād tease him come morning. For now, she was way too aroused herself to deprive her body of his any longer.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N gathered a bit of saliva in her mouth and let it drip down onto his length, before dragging her tongue along the vein at the base of it, her lips wrapping around the tip as she made her way up and giving it a gentle, yet firm, suck.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Michaelās hips jolted, and a hand grasped onto her head. He didnāt push it down or pull her hair in any way, more so it seemed he needed something solid to hold onto as she pulled his length into her mouth, until it hit the back of her throat, making both of them choke.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou donāt need to do that,ā Michael started, ready to pull Y/N away if it became too much for her, but she stayed there, relaxing her muscles bit by bit, until he was so deep down her throat, her nose brushed against the hairs of his pelvis.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āFucking. Hell.ā Those were the only two words he managed to express before Y/N trailed her mouth up and started to really suck him off. After that, it was just grunts and groans, his hand tightening and then unclenching in her hair, but never pressing, never pushing her to take more than she wanted to. Michael was completely immersed with her pace, and ready to take whatever she gave him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā That sort of power could make anyone lightheaded, and when Y/N started to feel him twitch in her mouth, she pulled completely off.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Instantly, his eyes snapped open, head rising to look at how she climbed his body and settled her knees around his hips, pressing her core down against his length. She was just about ready to let it slide inside when Michaelās hands closed around her waist and stopped her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āCondom,ā he breathed out, chest rising and falling rapidly, probably the only word he could manage, which was great, because at least one of them still had some thinking skills left.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āShit. Fuck. Right, yeah.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Leaning over to her nightstand, Y/N half-fell over the bed to open the lowest drawer. In between her panties and vibrator, was a little foil packet which she fished out. She was glad of Michaelās unwavering hold, because the way she was precariously dangling over the edge, could end badly and with a stupidly gotten concussion.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā When she was back to straddling him, opening the packet and rolling the condom on his length, their eyes met.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Michael rubbed his thumb in a circle on her hip. āWe can always stop if you donāt want to go any further.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIām not a quitter,ā Y/N scoffed, yet it didnāt elicit the smile she was aiming for, as he rose into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around her, hers resting onto his shoulders.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd this isnāt some race or competition. You can revoke consent anytime you want. And so can I.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI know that,ā Y/N nodded, her gaze softening at his words. He could easily create a power imbalance between them. With double the decades of age and experience on her, Michael could be pushing at her limits, trying to twist things into teaching her how to properly please a guy and so on, yet throughout all of it, his focus had been zeroed in on her wants and needs. She shifted a bit in her lap at the thought that she hadnāt checked in with him. āDo you want to stop?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo.ā His voice was soft but sure, and then, after a moment of him searching her eyes, the smile sheād hoped for, formed on his face. āBut uh, and that is obviously if you are alright with it, I wouldnāt be opposed to adding your⦠friend⦠to our activities sometime later.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMy friend?ā Y/N tilted her head in confusion. āOhā¦ā A furious heat exploded through her body, and not because of the fact Michaelās cock was slowly rubbing against her clit, the head nudging just right for pleasure to zing through her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Heād obviously noticed her vibrator, though the bright purple shade would be hard to miss. āYouāre not turned off by it?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhy would I be? Youāre a woman who has needs. And if thatās how you take care of them, itās completely fine. I mean, as long as youāre being hygienic and safe about it. Besides,ā Michael breathed against her neck, as his hand slid between their bodies and he grasped himself, lining the tip up with Y/Nās entrance. āReal men see them as tools to use to their advantage, not competition. And well, not to stroke my own ego,ā he smirked, ābut I donāt think I have any competition here.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N wanted to call him out for that statement, but he wasnāt lying. Not with the way his length stretched her out as he pushed inside. The fingering beforehand was incomparable to the feel of Michael sliding inside at a slow and agonizing pace, but one she desperately needed and welcomed.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He was thick and veiny, all ridges and girth, and so, so perfect for her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It took a minute for him to be fully sheathed, and a minute more for Y/N to adjust, her forehead pressed against his, while he rubbed his hands up and down her back while she settled.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā This wasnāt fucking. This was sex. This was intimate, and it was something she hadnāt known sheād wanted from a partner. Usually, it was fast and hard, leaving both her and the guy she was with, panting against the sheets. Satisfied in the sense that both (hopefully) had had orgasms, but something was always missing. Now, Y/N knew it was this ā time.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Time spent exploring one another, time spent learning and teaching, and time spent simply enjoying each otherās bodies.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou good?ā Michael muttered, shifting ever so slightly and making the tip catch a spot inside of her, Y/N had only reached with her purple āfriendā.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah,ā she nodded. āYou?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah.ā Michael kissed her. Whether as an affirmation of his words or simply because he could, she didnāt know. But neither did she care. He was the best kisser sheād had the opportunity to enjoy, so sheād take it.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā While they kissed, Michael started moving. At first, it was slow rolls of hips, figuring out what movements made both of their breaths hitch and hearts pound, but it wasnāt long before Michael was on his back, knees bent as Y/N bounced up and down, his thumb pressed against her clit the whole time.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Her second orgasm of the night was a more controlled approach. She could feel the coil tightening in her abdomen, and when Michael started lifting his hips up to meet hers, Y/N listed forward, balancing herself against his chest.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou gonna come?ā he breathed against her ear as she pressed her chest against his, Michaelās hands wrapping along the small of her back and holding onto it, so he could fuck up into her pussy. āI can feel you clenching around me. Fuck, you feel good.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMichael,ā Y/N moaned his name. Not Dr. Robby or Robby how heād explained the people in his life called him, but the name heād asked her to call him. His real name.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā One snap, two, three. That was all it took for heat to explode. The only grounding thing in the world was his scent ā some form of cheap cologne, antiseptic and sweat, but she knew she still had a long way before she came down, with how he was drilling up inside of her, chasing his own release.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It elicited another, albeit smaller orgasm, but the most pleasure she got was when she realized heād come with her as his palms grabbed onto her ass and pulled her sharply down, her name a sweet grunt on his lips against her ear.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Yeah. Y/N needed to go out with more doctors. At least they knew where to find the clit and not neglect it once they had.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He brought a hand up to her face and pulled her by the cheek to meet his mouth, a satisfied sigh leaving her as he did so.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThat was the best one yet,ā Y/N mumbled against his lips.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd the nightās still young.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā They went three more rounds after that (because she only had three more condoms, and sheād rather use them on one man who knew how to make her come three more times, than three men, who would have trouble getting one out of her).
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Michael was also a man of his word, as he had her vibrator join in on the fun. Y/N had her ass up in the air while he railed her from behind, an arm wrapped around her middle, pressing the toy to her clit, the vibrations sending pleasure unlike any other through her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His front was flush to her back, beard having left delicious burns down her spine, as heād kissed her there, before eating her out once more in between the rounds and pushing his again-hard cock inside.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā That was the final orgasm she could manage, and it seemed Michael knew it. It was the kind that not only made her legs, but her whole body shake, leaving Y/N a trembling mess against the sheets, while he soothed her through the aftershocks.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou with me, sweetheart?ā he mumbled against her temple as he gathered her in his arms and laid them side by side.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āJusā give me a momenā,ā Y/N slurred while Michael brushed a finger from her cheek to her jaw and back. āI think Iām a medical fucking miracle with how you just fucked my brains out, and yet, I can still function. Barely though.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Michaelās chuckle reverberated through her body, as after sheād recovered slightly, he gathered her up and moved them to where she instructed the bathroom was, to make sure she peed and didnāt get a UTI. If these had been normal circumstances, she would have never let a guy see her peeing, but quite honestly, Y/N wasnāt sure sheād be able to get back from the toilet seat on her own.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYouāre more than welcome to have a shower if you want. Of course, only if youāre down with smelling like peaches or passion fruit.ā Y/N nudged her chin towards the shower gels lining the floor, one hers, the other Saraās.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI wouldnāt be opposed to, but only if you join me.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She hissed, biting her lip. āI donāt have any condoms left. Besides, from what Iāve heard and read, shower sex can be quite precarious. Iām surprised that you as a trauma doctor would risk such a thing.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIām not asking to have sex,ā Michale laughed and helped her stand on her still wobbly legs after she flushed. āIām asking for you to shower with me. Nothing more, nothing less.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And thatās what they actually did. They simply had a shower. Michael washed her back and she washed his, along with his hair. When she did so, the blissful look on his face, the way he allowed himself to melt against her touch, sent a new kind of thrill through her. But it also made her wonder ā when was the last time he allowed someone to take care of him?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā By the time they got out from under the water, it was close to four in the morning, so they dried themselves down and went to bed. Y/Nās down duvet was a warm and fluffy cloud around them. Sure, she could have asked him to leave, but why would she, when he seemed so content to be there? Whether anything came from it once they awoke, didnāt matter. If he didnāt want to leave at that moment, Y/N would be the last person to push him to.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She drifted off almost instantly, warm and safe in Michaelās hold, but when the real morning came and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, body sore and satiated, she was met with a cold spot next to her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā There was no fucking sign on Michael, and judging by how sheād been tucked in, heād left a while back.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Her dress and underwear had been neatly laid out on the chair in her room, heels tucked beneath it. As she ventured into the apartment, there were absolutely no signs of him, except for a cup of tea on the kitchenette. She knew itād been made for her ā it was filled to the brim, but much like the sheets, it was also already cold.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Sourness settled in her mouth as she poured the liquid down the drain. Not even a single fucking note. It was like theyād never even met.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N hadnāt expected him to leave his phone number, God forbid, his address, what with how heād laughed when sheād told him she was twenty-six, and heād responded that he could be her father with that age gap. She knew she was some kind of spur-of-the-moment mistake heād made. A weakness in his judgement, but fucking hell, she at least deserved an āit was great meeting you, wish you all the best,ā note. Especially because he knew the only reason sheād gone to the bar was because sheād been ghosted by a date.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And now ā now Michael was also a ghost, an unscratchable, unreachable itch under her skin she couldnāt get to.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā That was the real reason Y/Nād felt so bitter for the past two weeks. If heād been a bad lay, or maybe sheād been the bad party, she would understand the one-and-done-dump, but something about falling asleep while being wrapped up in one another, and then just leaving without so much as a goodbye, was crueler than if heād left while she was still coming down from her release.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Now though, as she watched him while they waited at the nurseās station, she noted how his fingers twitched by his side. She wondered whether he wanted to touch her as badly as she wanted to touch him, but then horrible reality kicked in ā there wouldnāt be any sort of touching for a while.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She was stuck with her leg in a cast, and a scheduled check-up with Dr. Langdon in a week to take it off and remove the stitches, before it would get swaddled again for a month or more.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N cursed the day sheād met Dr. Michael Robinavitch, for heād released a monster of carnal urges, she didnāt even really know resided in her. And he was the only one who knew how to properly tame it because even in his scrubs and hoodie, surrounded by the smell of antiseptic and all sorts of bodily fluids she didnāt want to think about, all she wanted to do was grab him by the neck and get him to some supply closet to have her way with him like they were actually in Greyās Anatomy.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMichael, I,ā Y/N started but got cut off by Sara waltzing into the emergency department.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āHowās my pirate doing?ā She threw her arms around her shoulders and squeezed. āThey assign you a parrot yet?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI donāt have a fucking peg-leg.ā Y/N rolled her eyes as she signed a final form. With that, Sara took the wheelchair handles, gave Dana a salute and wheeled her out of the hospital, making Y/N crane her neck back and shout a final thank you to the nurse.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She was just about to ask Sara to slow down as she needed to talk to Michael, when she felt his presence moving with them, silent, steady and strong, his hands taking hold of the crutches as the automatic doors opened.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He followed them out and once they got to Saraās car, helped Y/N settle in the front seat.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou good?ā He tucked a strand behind her ear.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYeah.ā She gave him a genuine smile, and her heart pounded in her chest as his eyes trailed to trace her lips. āI am. Thank you. For taking care of me in there.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āHonestly, I canāt believe Iām saying this, but the only time Iād like to see you back here is for your check-ups.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N nodded, suppressing a smile. āDuly noted. No shower karaoke for me.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIām serious. You have an appointment with Frank in a week, but other than that, please take care of yourself, alright?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou donāt have to worry about that.ā She nudged her head towards Sara who was wrangling the crutches inside the boot of the car. āMother hen is on the job.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āGood.ā Michael nodded and before Y/N could properly prepare herself, heād leaned down, cupping her jaw in his hands and kissed her.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Her brain short-circuited at that, but when his tongue probed against the seal of her lips, she had to start wondering if sheād actually died when sheād hit her head in the shower. It didnāt take more than that though for her to open up, for her arms to brush against his scrubs and weave into the salt-and-pepper hair.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā By the time Michael pulled back, both their lips were kiss-swollen.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLet me take you out on a date.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Y/N let out a breathless laugh, scratching the back of his neck. āWhat happened to the doctor-patient thing?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Michael only smirked. āYouāve been discharged. Youāre no longer a patient of mine.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOkay, but even so ā what would we do? My legās in a cast, and I can barely hobble around with the crutches.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI can carry you. I donāt mind.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd throw out your back, old man?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āHey, Iām not that old!ā Michael protested, and when he noted the smile on her mouth, he pressed his against it once more.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āHow about this,ā Y/N proposed, āwhen youāre done with your shift, you could come over to my place, and -,ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOur place,ā Sara butted in, sliding into the driverās seat. āSo, whatever you have in mind ā no hanky-panky with me next door.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā If Y/N rolled her eyes any harder they would get stuck in the back of her head, but she returned her attention to the awaiting attendant. āAnd we order some take-out. We watch a movie and then just⦠go to sleep?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIt might be very late by the time Iām off.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā When she raised her hand and cupped his rugged cheek, it took him no time at all to lean into her touch. āI can wait.ā She pecked his lips. āIām in no rush.ā She could only hope he understood the double meaning behind what she meant with it.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Later that night as Y/N sat by the TV, the glow of the screen illuminating her face, she fell asleep with her head against Michaelās chest.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And when she awoke, her sheets were warm with the remnants of his body, even if he wasn't there anymore.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She was alone, yes, but atop the pillow rested a note:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Shift started at 8. Sorry, I canāt be there to wake up with you. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Iāll be home by 9.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It was almost impossible to wipe the smile off her face for the rest of the day.
Even as the itching under the cast started.
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A/N: I have arisen
if you wish to know how this man makes me feel, please listen to Slutty by The Scarlet Opera.
I am FERAL.
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