Summary: After you, a resident, tried to protect a nurse from an agitated patient, Abbot was not too impressed with your stupidity. You attended a pasta making class with him and other doctors, hoping it would make amends. Who knew that making pasta could be incredibly arousing?
Notes: inspired by Shawn Hatosy x Quinn. New episode comes out today so might continue this if i get inspired! just something quick i wrote today. enjoyyyy
PART 2
“You’re coming and I’m not taking no for an answer.” Santos was following you around during rounds.
“I said no, I’m not going. If he’s gonna be there then I won’t go!” You snapped her.
“Just ignore him — pretend he’s not here.”
“How can I not when he’s always around!” You hissed.
“Whatever happened between you two, just— oh Robby! Just the man.”
You rolled your eyes at her.
“Can you talk some sense into her please.” She pleaded. “I have an extra ticket for the cooking class because Whittaker dropped out and she’s the only other person that’s off.”
“He’s literally not my boss when I’m not here Trinity, what’s he gonna do?”
Robby frowned at both of you. “Are rounds done?”
You both nodded.
“Don’t be a party pooper and just go with her. Otherwise I’ll move you onto nights.”
“Try me Robinavitch.” You took a step closer.
“You’re scary when you’re angry. Fine I’m out of here.”
He turned his back and walked away.
“Fine. If you don’t come I’ll just ask someone else.” She walked away too, leaving you leaning against the wall.
You let out a big sigh and closed your eyes. Robby wouldn’t move you to nights will he? You’d quit on the spot if you had to work with Abbot again. You didn’t have anything against him particularly — you had a crush on him for the longest time. But then he accused you of being unprofessional, which you weren’t, and that made him your least favourite person in the Pitt. Him on the other side, seemed to enjoy this too much. He enjoyed seeing you get angry or roll your eyes at him. Like he found pleasure in it. Maybe it was a kink? Who knew.
You went back to rounds, feeling your energy completely drain out of your body with every step. Less than an hour to go.
As you were walking back you heard a commotion — a patient had grabbed one of the nurses, Emma, by the arm and was shouting at her. You don’t remember thinking but you do remember getting there within seconds and putting yourself between her and the patient.
“I’d let go of her if I were you.” And he did. But he grabbed yours instead.
Your eyes flicked between his angry face and your hand. Any wrong move and you’d be in big trouble. His grip was hard, and you could feel Emma’s body tremble against yours.
“That was a mistake.” you said quietly. You started walking backwards, Emma behind you and patient following. If you could make it to the doors, even if the patient was still gripping on, you’d have more chances of others helping.
You tried to steady your breathing and keep calm. People had now quickly filled the room. Big mistake, you thought. That could anger him even more. The patient’s eyes flicked between them and you.
“Hey look at me.” You said to him quietly. “Talk to me why are you doing this.”
He wasn’t blinking — eyes distant.
“You’re hurting me.” You said quietly.
Your other hand had now reached over to Emma ushering her to run. You wondered if it was a stupid move what you’d done. Wondered if Abbot would call you unprofessional.
The patients eyes flicked over to the someone behind you. You didn’t risk turning your head. You felt a steady hand on your back.
“Mr Bucks, I don’t like it when someone hurts our staff. I’d let go if I were you.”
His voice sent a shiver down your spine. Abbot was now behind you, steadying you with every step. You wondered what he was doing here on his day off. You felt him move slightly and you knew his next move was getting between you and the patient and you were not going to let that happen. As you felt Abbot move you quickly moved with him, blocking him and putting yourself against the patient, back to back. One quick gentle punch in the balls and he let go.
The patient screamed in pain. Abbot’s tried to pull you away quickly but the patient was quick, as he pushed you to the floor. You felt the cold, sterile floor on your face and tasted blood. You heard commotion and footsteps but the ringing in your ears was louder than anything else. Someone pulled you up and your eyes were trying to adjust to the light. You felt hands grab you and people talk but you pushed them all off. “Stop I’m fine I’m fine” you snapped. “Let go!”
And everyone did. You touched your face and saw blood on your fingertips. Santos was now next to you. She whispered come with me and you followed. She took you into a room and put on gloves.
“Yes I know that was stupid” you spat out.
“I was gonna say badass but it’s a fine line between being stupid and badass so…” she shrugged.
“Fucking asshole.” You cleaned your face with a wipe. “He better not have broken it.”
“Let me take a look.”
The adrenaline crash has now caught up with you. You’d gone cold, miserable and shaky. You muttered “Fuck.”
“Crashing?” She asked as she worked.
“Mhmm.”
“I’ll get someone to get you a blanket. Just need to stop the bleed first.”
Robby knocked on the door not looking too impressed.
“Is Emma alright?” You asked.
He nodded. You could feel his mind ticking, choosing his words carefully. Abbot had now stormed into the room, pushing Robby out of the way. He was breathing heavy and looked incredibly angry.
“Unbelievable!” He snapped. “That was so incredibly —“
“Unprofessional. Yes I know.” You snapped.
“Clear the room. Now.” Abbot said. Robby didn’t move and either did Santos. He said firmly “I said now.”
Santos dropped the things to the side and walked out abruptly. He closed the door, then the curtain and walked over to you.
You avoided looking at him. You knew he was about to give you a lecture.
“It was stupid I know, but I couldn’t let him hurt her.”
He put on gloves as he approached. “No” he spat out. “What was stupid is you not letting me protect you. What the fuck were you thinking?” He grabbed some more wipes and started cleaning your face.
You shrugged. You didn’t want to see Abbot get hurt. Even if he’d upset you, and accused you of something that wasn’t entirely true, you wouldn’t forgive yourself if something happened to him. You finally managed to look at him. He’d now calmed down, eyes a lot more softer.
“Are you okay? In pain?” He said softly. His hands rested on your face.
“I’m fine. Been through much worse.” You whispered. “Is it broken?”
“No, just some burst blood vessels. You’ll have a bruise though.”
“That’s a shame. I’m gonna be all bruised up for the cooking class tomorrow.” You said softly.
“You’re coming?” He said, trying to hide a smile.
“I wasn’t… but after what just happened I think I could do with good food and lots of alcohol.”
“I didn’t think we’d be getting drunk?”
“It’s an Italian restaurant of course everyone will be drinking.”
“Hmmm” he said softly. He grabbed your arm and examined it — there was nothing more than slight redness. You moved it and wiggled your fingers to show him you’re fine.
“Right all done. Keep this ice pack on and —“
“Abbot I know how it works.” You said smiling. “I don’t look too bruised up do I?”
He shook his head as he got off the bed. “Still beautiful as ever.”
You shifted off the bed and before he reached for the curtain you grabbed his forearm. He didn’t hesitate to turn around and reach in for a kiss. You met him with an incredibly hungry and meaningful kiss. He tried to be gently with your nose but you didn’t care. The kiss was worth it.
“I’m sorry for being stupid.” You whispered.
He pulled back, completely out of breath. “You’re not gonna be forgiven this easily.”
You nodded. He put his hands on your hands, and felt how cold they were. Without thinking he took off his jacket and put it around you. He kissed your forehead. “See you tomorrow sweetheart.”
——
What are you wearing? You texted santos.
Denim skirt and a white crop. You?
Is this too much? You sent her a photo of you wearing a short flowery dress, with brown boots.
Damn girl, no certainly not. P.s have you seen the chef?
No? Where did you see him.
She sent you a picture of him and he was hot. He was everyone’s Italian dream man. You replied yummy.
You made it over to the restaurant for your pasta making class. You weren’t too sure why Abbot was actually coming — you didn’t take him for a cook. Ellis from the night shift also joined and Mel. The whole idea of doing this class was because management thought that “spirits needed to be lifted” and suggested a team building exercise. You suggested a rage room but they politely declined. They thought something maybe a bit… calmer.
You walked in and everyone was already in there. Your eyes clocked Abbot’s first and you couldn’t help but give him a small smile.
“Buongiorno!”The chef said excitedly. Damn you thought, he was even better looking in real life.
“Sorry we’re late.”’ You quickly said.
“Ah no problem. Everything that is beautiful takes time.” He casually said. You felt yourself blush, and quickly hurried off to your seat.
The chef took you through what eat step of your making class would include. He also got the wine flowing, and everyone started drinking very quickly.
“Okay everybody was your hands and take off any jewellery. It’s about to get messy.”
Everyone rushed off to the sink to wash their hands, but Abbot waited for you. He came up from behind and whispered in your ear “you do indeed look beautiful.”
You looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. You weren’t sure if you felt his hands brush on your back.
The chef then told everyone to start mixing the ingredients and knead them. Your wrist was starting to ache so you were behind. The chef noticed so he made his way over to you.
“The power of a chef is a confident one. But a better chef is one that takes their time perfecting a meal.” He said softly as he poured more wine into your glass.
“Oh no—“
“She got hurt yesterday so her wrist is… sore” Santos added in flirtatiously.
“Who would hurt someone like you, beautiful?”
You couldn’t get your words out. Words failed you in an instant. You opened your mouth then shut it again.
“Maybe you could join me by the chef’s table? I can help.” He leaned in slowly.
Your heart was beating incredibly fast. The Italian accent mixed with someone as beautiful as him was doing something. You felt heat pool in your stomach and your mind was screaming oh God.
You mumbled “yes chef.”
You abandoned your work station and joined the chef on his table.
“I will knead….” He said “and you sprinkle flour for me.”
You managed a nod, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. Including Abbot’s whom expression was completely unreadable.
You drank more and more wine to ignore that this was actually happening. All you did was sit by the chef and watch him spread the dough. His fingers worked miracles. You looked over at Santos who was holding in a laugh.
“Now for the gentle part.”
Oh you were in trouble.
He handed you a sheet of pasta and asked you to pass it through a machine. He rested his hands just below yours as you did it, arms wrapping around you.
The wine had now kicked in and you felt yourself relax. You needed food, desperately, to try and soak up the alcohol before you did anything you regretted.
“Okay sous chef” he said gently from behind you. “How about go see how everyone else is doing?”
“Yes chef.”
“Good girl.”
Your heart sank. Oh you were certainly and definitely in trouble.
You hurried over to Santos. “You bitch”
“What! He’s cute and you’re single what’s wrong with that.” She shrugged.
You shook your head and hoped your cheeks weren’t too flushed.
“He’s too flirty.”
“And that is a problem how?” She winked.
You let out a huff and walked over to Abbot who was sitting down on the chair. “Chef has asked me to check in on everyone…how are we doing?”
“You tell me, chef.” He said softly. He looked like he’d given up on his.
“Well… you need to umm poke it to see if it bounces back.” You cleared your throat. “Then try and not to… spread it too much.”
You were really struggling as it was sounding more sexual than you intended it to be.
“Then you uh…” nope you were too turned on for this. You were too focused on the dough and your next words, not noticing his hand gently wrap around your thigh. You tried to steady yourself on his chair and eventually looked at him. Your face was flushed, there was dough on your neck and hands. You swallowed hard, trying to keep steady. His hand gently rested there. You moved your other leg closer and pushed his hand in.
You whispered “what are you doing?”
“Nothing, chef. You asked me to poke it to see if it bounces back.”
You mumbled fuck as his hands made his way a big higher up your thigh. “I won’t spread too much, not yet anyways.”
You felt yourself get more aroused so you quickly said “You’re doing good Abbot keep up the good work” and ran off to the toilet.
You tried to slow down your breathing — your head had now gone dizzy thanks to all the wine, and well Abbot’s hands on you.
You cleaned all the flour off you and managed to now calm down… slightly. You did not expect a pasta making class to be this… arousing. You went back out and everyone had now done their pastas. Santos was now next to the chef at his table, trying his new limoncello. The thought of doing limoncello shots made your stomach turn. You walked back to your table slowly and took your seat, and Abbot quickly moved and sat next to you.
“Are you looking forward to the food?”
You bit on your lip and managed to nod.
“You alright?” He asked.
“Just had too much to drink too quickly that’s all.” It wasn’t just that. It was him sitting next to you wearing that stupid white T-shirt and his tight denims. Fuck. He even kept the brown apron on.
“Shall I try and get us some food from the kitchen?” He quietly said.
“Oh I could eat.” You said then quickly put your hand over your mouth. That came out incredibly sexual.
“Oh yeah?” He leaned in. “Meat or…pie?”
Your head snapped in his direction, heart beating even faster now. You didn’t think you could get through this meal — Abbot on one side and the chef, who was now walking towards you.
“Sous chef there you are.” He handed you a shot of limoncello.
You hesitantly took it but didn’t drink it. “Thank you.”
“Would you like to help in the kitchen… I can show you how to make the sauce?”
“Actually I… my hand hurts, you know after everything. But Santos said she’s always wanted to learn how to make the sauce.”
She was behind him gesturing no, no!
You winked at her.
“Right everybody if you want to take your seats on the table. I will be in the kitchen prepping the food. I need two people to help set the table up. Any volunteers?”
You raised your arm up so quickly. You needed a distraction to help you get through this evening.
“Perrrrfecto.” He purred. “My sous chef and who else.”
You grabbed Abbot’s hand and put it up. He whispered what the fuck.
“Okay sous chef and the silver fox.”
You let out a laugh and then couldn’t stop giggling. Abbot’s hand found your thigh again under the table and your laughing immediately stopped as you sunk into the chair.
“We have a job to do.” You said softly.
“You have a job to do. I will just watch.”
“Fine let’s go.”
You got up and followed Santos and the chef into the kitchen.
“You two — the supply closet is through there. We need plates and cutlery, I trust you can get everything else looking beautiful and Italian?”
Just like you, you thought.
You walked over to the supply closet, which was more a room than a closet. There were all sorts of plates, from serving to cooking. A prep table, food, lots of it.
“Where do we start?” You said to Abbot who was standing by the door.
“You tell me, chef.”
“I am just a sous chef — also I didn’t really cook anything in fact I am a terrible cook in general.” You looked over at the shelves, trying to distract yourself from the tension and also from Abbot’s eyes.
“So you like the chef huh?” He said walking towards you.
“Oh me? No, not at all.” You said quickly. “He might…maybe… be sort of be beautiful but that’s it. But that’s all Italian people no?”
Abbot could feel the heat from off your body. He could tell you were flustered which was not like you. You were always in control.
“Oh food thank God.” You found a packet of croutons and quickly opened it. “Would you like some?”
He shook his head.
You took a bite of the crouton, grateful for it despite it being extremely dry. You picked up another piece and held it to Abbot’s lips. He opened his mouth slowly, eyes locked on yours, and let his lips stay on your fingers far longer than necessary. The bag slipped from your hand and hit the floor.
Before you could think, your arms were around his neck and a soft moan escaped you as he kissed you deeper — the kind of kiss you’d been aching for since yesterday’s events.
He walked you backward until your hips met the edge of a sturdy table, then reached over and locked the supply closet door with a quiet click.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured between kisses, voice low and teasing. “You seem to not be in control. You’re always in control what happened?”
“Who knows…” You kissed him again. “Maybe it’s the wine… or the fact that my usual cocky confidence has completely abandoned me…” Another kiss, your body pressing closer. “Or maybe it’s just ridiculously handsome men who know how to cook.”
“Mhmm” he said “take off your apron”
“What” your heart dropped.
“Do as I say.”
And you did, not hesitating for one second. You pulled away from him took off your apron and dropped it to the floor.
“How hungry are you?” He asked as he took off his apron too.
“Starving.” You said softly but lips and everything else was trembling.
“How quickly could you eat?”
“Minutes.” You unzipped your dress.
“No, keep it on.”
“Yes, chef.”
“Oh I like that.” His lips crashed on yours again.
You tangled your hands in his hair as he kissed your neck.
“I hated that someone else got to call you beautiful” he mumbled.
“I can’t say the same.”
He pulled back as you said that and jokingly said “you’re going to deeply regret saying that.”
You nodded and mumbled yes chef.
He moved slower this time. His hands gently lifted your dress and his fingers found you.
“Oh —god.” He whispered in your ear.
His breath was hot against your skin as two fingers slowly teased you. He circled once, twice, then pressed inside you without warning — deep, smooth, and deliberate.
A soft, broken sound escaped but he immediately shushed you. “Quiet,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Don’t want anyone hearing what a mess you’re making for me.”
His fingers curled expertly, stroking that spot that made your hips twitch against the edge of the table. He kept the pace steady but relentless. Your hands flew to his shoulders as your head fell back. He leaned in closer, forehead almost touching yours, watching every flicker of pleasure on your face while his fingers worked you open.
Then, without a word, he dropped to his knees.
He pushed your thighs wider, hooking one leg over his shoulder. His mouth replaced his fingers in one smooth motion. Your back arched hard. One hand slapped over your own mouth to muffle the moan that tried to escape.
Jack Abbot ate harder and greedier the more your thighs trembled around his head. He gripped your hips tighter, holding you in place as he devoured you on the table, determined to make you fall apart right there. “Come for me,” he whispered against your soaked skin, voice low and commanding.
That was all it took. Your whole body tensed, back arching as the orgasm crashed.
He didn’t stop until you were twitching and oversensitive under his tongue then he pulled back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at you with a smug smirk.
“You okay?” he murmured, voice still rough but softer now.
You nodded, a little dazed, legs still feeling shaky.
He leaned in and pressed a quick, warm kiss to your forehead.
“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” You quietly said.
“It depends…” he leaned in. “Are you ever going to try and protect me like you did yesterday?”
“No, chef.”
“Will you ever flirt with anyone else, but me?
“No, chef.”
"Will you ever let anyone else get between your legs, but me?"
"No, chef."
“Good girl. We’ve got a pasta class to get back to. Try not to look like you just got eaten out on the prep table.” he said quietly with a smirk on his face.
As I make my way through Animal Kingdom, this question has lived rent-free in my head. I keep finding myself watching Andrew do something sexy and/or crazy and going, “That is why.”
Shawn Hatosy kissing scene for me are something undeniable good.
Like there's soo many feelings, like there's tones of vulnerability, also some animalistic desire plus some softness...Ahh seen him kissing is soo good.
