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summary! The romantic tension between Jack and f!reader comes to a boil during the doctor’s Hawaii trip that Trinity had forced almost everyone to join in. Jack seems to finally grow some balls and make a move on one senior resident before she leaves the ER for an Orthopedics fellowship position.
word count! 1,678
content warnings! fluff, mentions of alcohol consumption, r4!reader, f!reader, large age gap (around 20 years), mentions of sex, Robby slander, medical inaccuracies, medical hierarchy inaccuracies probably (shrug, let me know if I missed anything), don’t pay too much attention to location accuracy because I didn’t
notes! I genuinely didn’t know what to call this :( I’m trying so hard to make my stories longer, I just start to run out of ideas so quickly. Sorrrrryyy… also, should I even strive for part 2 for their date??
not proofread!
Palm trees and bikinis. That had been the plan for the next week. Trinity and Parker had made sure of it. They made an itinerary for the entire trip to Hawaii that consisted of getting into skimpy bathing suits and getting drunk on the beach.
It was ironic, really. What kind of doctors endorse getting drunk near large bodies of water? In fact, what kind of doctors could just take a week long trip to Hawaii anyways? Residents at that.
It was a whole group trip that was only thought of when Gloria had hired some new doctors to maintain the Pitt so the ones that had been working repeated doubles could have a break. How kind of her.
Mel was here, Whitaker, hell, even Javadi had been able to slip away from her mother’s grasp. Then there were the attendings. Park, Abbot, Garcia, Walsh, and Robinavich. It was amazing how they could simply put in a request and immediately be granted it.
You remember vividly how excited Trinity was that Garcia actually agreed to come along. It was sad watching her hopelessly pine over a woman who could honestly care less about her feelings. You were just glad she finally came through for once. Trinity deserved a win.
Now you found yourself sitting on a beach towel in the sand, a can of a pre-made margarita held tightly in your hands so no one knocked it over or got sand in it. You were cold, surprisingly. Skimpy bathing suits apparently only made the people seeing them happy. It didn’t help that the other women, minus Trinity, had chickened out and went for more modest bikinis.
You really had no choice. Trinity packed your bags since you had one more shift the night before your AM flight.
Robby was off to the side with Abbot in beach chairs, since he had obviously been more prepared for this trip. He’d offered you one, but you didn’t want to make either of them strain themselves having to get up off the unstable ground. You care for the elderly after all.
He didn’t stay around for long. He couldn’t, really, not when he was being forced into the water by the residents. He was tipsy enough to abide.
“The chair's open now,” Jack beckoned. “Keep me company? I’ve been abandoned.”
You laughed slightly and stood up, grabbing your sandals and towel with one hand while cradling your drink in the other. You knew he’d be in the water if his leg hadn’t gotten in the way. It was the least you could do since everyone else was having a blast right in front of him.
“Not a swimmer?” He hummed.
You shrugged in return. “I like to swim.”
You felt silly now. Did you really want to admit that it was the guilt of him not being able to enjoy himself that was stopping you from also enjoying yourself?
“I feel a little guilty,” you gave him a sheepish look. “You’re stuck out here while everyone else is swimming and–”
“Oh, I can swim,” he shook his head. “I was just waiting for it to warm up a bit.”
You paused and turned to him, searching his face for any hint that he was joking.
“Brought my fancy leg and everything so the salt-water wouldn’t eat at it.” He nodded towards his alternate limb. “Sorry, if I had known that you were only staying back to make me feel better, I would’ve filled you in a while ago.”
You let out an exasperated laugh and turned to look at the water.
“Get up,” Jack grunted as he pushed himself up and out of his chair. “Let’s go swimming.”
Swimming turned into splashing, splashing turned into chatting, chatting turned into walking along the beach with each other. He watched you as you babbled on and on about some medical article you read on a sleep apnea study, hoping somehow you would be able to convince your great aunt to at least apply to participate because hers was so severe.
It was completely off topic from previous conversations. Then it drifted to hobbies and homes and finally landed to relationships.
“It’s not for a lack of trying,” you’d said. “I just don’t have time for an actual relationship. All guys my age want is sex and casual, so it’s not even worth it in the end. I thought about dating a doctor, but the only guys I work around are either married, sluts, or whatever Whitaker is with his farm lady with the baby.”
“Robby’s single,” he snorted.
“Robby falls under the slut category,” you shot him a look of disapproval.
“And where do I fall?” he continued. He wasn’t sure when he had gained the confidence, and he fully planned on taking it back but you had spoken before he could.
“Other,” you spoke softly, looking at him with this sweet smile.
He felt his good knee buckle slightly, and the look on your face, the flash of worry as you rushed to grab his arm so he wouldn’t fall had only made it worse.
“I’m okay,” he cleared his throat, the tips of his ears turning red. “The sand isn’t the easiest to walk on.”
You nodded your head but you knew better than to believe that. “Where did you want yourself to fall?”
He went quiet for a good minute before shrugging and replying, “What does other mean?”
“Uh,” you thought about it. “I don’t know. Unavailable, bad idea, ‘my boss’ in big red blinking letters.”
“I’m only your boss for a couple more months. You’re a shoo in for the fellowship position in ortho,” he scoffed.
You stopped walking completely to look at him. Really look at him. His blue eyes. His lips that you’d caught yourself looking at more than a few times in the past hour. The crows feet that appeared every time he’d shoot one of those flirty smiles your way.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were offering yourself up to me, Dr. Abbot,” you tilted your head slightly, poorly attempting to force a smile off your face.
“Jack,” he corrected and spoke again. “And was it that obvious?”
“I want you to think of the logistics of it,” you held a hand up and continued walking. “You’re my boss. I haven’t been confirmed for the ortho attending position, so if we do…end up doing something, people may think I’m only with you to score a good job. And once again—even if it’s only for a few months, you are still my boss.”
“People aren’t going to think that,” he huffed. “You’re an incredible doctor. You’ve got the brains and the skills. You never needed someone to do the hard work for you.”
He was right. You knew that. You’d wanted to be a doctor since you were a little girl. You worked your ass off in med school and during your residency to get to this point in your life. You’d sacrificed creating actual connections to be here.
You weren’t really sure why you were so weary about it. You’d proved yourself time and time again. Even if anyone had something to say, you had the evidence to back yourself up. There was no need to worry.
You let yourself look at him again. You’d known this man for years. You’d laughed with him, hell, you’d even cried with him when some shifts took too much out of you. He’d watched you grow as a doctor.
You’d watch him grow as well. You’d probably seen every side of him there was to see.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” His pointer finger tapped your right temple. “Talk to me.”
“I want you to take me on a date,” you’d blurted out before you could stop yourself. You’d meant it, so you didn’t bother trying to save face.
“Kidding,” he chuckled. “You still like art museums?”
Oh, so he remembered you mentioning that from almost two years ago.
“I still like art museums,” you confirmed.
“There’s one that has a new exhibit. I know you know what I’m talking about,” he raised a brow.
“Bones Galore?” You paused. “No way you know what that is.”
“I’ve been playing the long game, baby,” he nodded with a smile. “Of course I know what that is.”
“Jack,” you said his name in that tone. He loved that tone.
“Yes,” you said without a second thought.
“Okay,” he let out a relieved breath, his eyes moving from your eyes to your lips. “Too soon?”
“If you don’t kiss me, I’ll kiss you,” you shook your head.
He smiled slightly and his hand came up to rest against your jaw, his thumb brushing your dried skin. He inched forward painfully slowly before you finally felt his lips against yours. They were a little chapped, but you didn’t mind. Your lip balm would fix it for him.
His free hand found your hip and squeezed it softly when your arms draped over his shoulders and wrists locked. You’d been the one to deepen the kiss and hook your fingers through his nape, opening your mouth to allow him entrance without him even requesting. He’d taken the offer instantly, a soft groan filling your own mouth from him.
He’d only pulled away when he started to struggle for air, his lips starting to swell, a thin shine glossing over them from your lips. You wouldn’t consider yourself desperate, or maybe you would. You didn’t care. He looked ravishing. You would’ve jumped him right then and there if you had no care for your job and the risk of being charged with public indecency.
Jack had thought the very same, except he was a little closer to the line of no return. But he was a gentleman before a lustful man. He’d let you make the first move.
He’d always let you lead if it meant having you for even a second.
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