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FTM Reader flirts every day with the head nurse. But today Dana got called old by a patient, and today she needs to feel alive again.
Warnings: FTM Reader Insert / He-him reader / Transgender Fic / Older Woman Younger transman / Oral / Boy on his knees / Good Boy Kink / Bathroom Kink / Muscle Appreciation / Mommy Kink / Squirting / Flirting / Service Bottom Kink / 18+
“You don’t need to be jealous, I only have eyes for blondes in their fifties. With nicotine problems.” You're practically salivating for the nurse, it’s your mid shift time to make heart eyes at her.
Dana laughs, you love her laugh. It’s contagious, a little snorting mixed with a heavy giggle. God this woman was carved by Roman Gods.
You swear you see a blush, but maybe it was the sweltering heat. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking in the ED.
She eyes you in that way, and the other nurses snicker and giggle at this dance you two do. Every shift you put on a show for them, sorta like a peacock would. Ruffling your feathers by the nurses' station, trying to get one specific bird to take the bait.
Evans gives you the same old response.
“I’m old, I’ve got no room to clean up another toilet for a man who can’t aim.” She smirks, and you gawk at her.
“Dana Evans, light of my life! You know I have indoor plumbing! Darlin, I only ever sit to pee! And I know my way around a toilet brush, too!” You flirt harder, clutching your heart like she’s struck it with Cupid’s arrow.
The women combust around her with laughter, and she glares at you.
It feels like the scene in Grease, it’s performative, but in the work you all do. Sometimes everyone needs a little stress relief.
And the nurses work so hard, the least you can do is make them laugh. They deserved far better, better treatment from the hospital and patience.
But you could supply them some extra energy drinks, a helping hand, some god dman ‘thank you’s.’ And every now and then, a few chuckles.
But you weren’t doing it all selflessly; you wanted Dana Evans.
Not like a notch in your belt kinda way.
Nah, as you eye the way she’s smiling at you, you feel it in your bones.
You wanted Dana to tug your hair so hard while you went down on her, you’d need plugs.
The dirty ways you’d make love to this woman would be enough for her to need to call out of work.
Dana seems to read your mind because she takes a rubber glove out of a box just to slingshot it at your face.
It hits you in the cheek, and you don’t flinch, winking at her.
“Down boy,” Dana tells you, but her eyes say something different.
“Dana, when will you let me take you to the moon, huh?” You ask, unmoving from your spot in front of the station.
“Trauma incoming!” Robby yells your way, and you slowly walk backwards, still looking at her for an answer.
“When pigs fly!” Dana shouts, and you play hurt once more.
“I’ll get on it!” You answer, then rush over to the gurney, coming in with rebar, stepping out of the shoulder of a forty-year-old with a colorful vocabulary.
The next four hours are a blur, a lot of blood, a lot of strange conversations. A strange color of pus that squirted on Whittaker's face, that was fun.
It’s only when you're charting and Robby is staring at the screen, trying to figure out who to kick out of a bed next. So that the dance of musical chairs could continue.
That Dana moves to him, and the two start covering rooms, and you get your chance.
You reach into your pocket to the origami you’d made while waiting for the X-rays to come back.
It was a sticky note you’d folded perfectly into a small pig.
You whistle, and both Robby and Dana look at you, sort of offended that’s how you asked for their attention.
Then you threw the paper onto the computer before them.
“What is this doctor?” Robby asked, and Dana snorted realizing right away.
“That’s a flying pig.” You answered, and Langdon grabbed it as he walked around them.
“Wow, this is really cool, did you make this?” He picked it up, obviously wanting to keep it for his son.
“Yeah, just proving a point.” You eyed Dana, who shook her head.
“Which is? You need to be spending your time on shift more wisely?” Robby asked, already done with your shit for the shift.
“That all men are horn dogs, no matter the chromosome,” Dana answered for you, and walked away.
“You guys having trouble in paradise?” Langdon asked, and Robby just walked away with an amused look.
“It’s the long game, my friend.” You answered back and checked the computer for the notification on test results.
Few hours go by and you finally got to pee. Making sure to take your time to sit and enjoy the tiny break.
But it was short-lived, you’d just flushed when the sound of the door almost breaking from a body entering it had you jump.
“FUCKKK!” Dana screams and you open the stall and see her freaking out.
“Is now a bad time to tell you this is the men's room?” You say, and she’s pacing back and forth and back and forth.
So you take this moment as a good time to tie the strings of your scrubs and walk out of the stall.
You eye her from the reflection of the mirror, sorta like you would if a jungle cat were in your habitat.
You pushed your hand under the soap dispenser and tried not to stare. The water faucet splashed in the porcelain.
“He called me too old! He thought he could grab- and I’m old no one wants! Ha! You want me!” Dana yells, and you’re trying to put together the story but you don’t have all the pieces.
“Dana?” Your voice cracks at this opportune minute and she turns to you.
Full heat in her stare.
“You want me! You flirt with me every shift god damn it! I’m not some wrinkled up saggy- fuck him!” Dana cuts herself off, and you wave your hand over the paper towels, and it makes a sad robotic noise.
“Dana did someone-” You fear the stupid person who instigated this wrath.
“You want me! It’s not just-I mean I see the way you look at me when I’m smoking a cigarette!” Dana rambles, and you aren’t sure where this is going.
“Yeah, I do.” you start to agree, throwing the paper towel away and facing her now.
“I’m hot! I still got it!” Dana’s posture and hand throwing is sorta terrifying but you wouldn’t disagree.
“Absolutely.” You answer honestly.
“That’s fine, yeah! I mean-fuck take your shirt off!” Dana yells at you and your face moves to the lock on the door, seeing she had flicked it. Not aware it was the men's bathroom, but clear she needed a minute.
“Uh-” You say awkwardly, not sure if this was-
“Take your shirt off, we’re gonna fuck.” Dana tells you and your body temperature skyrockets.
“We are?” You ask a follow-up, unsure of what midnight wet dream you’d just walked into.
“Yes, we are!” Dana says with enough fury from whatever had just happened.
You hesitate for only a second before you lift your scrub top off and set it on the counter, and then your tank top, and you hear a groan and stop.
“What? What is it?” You worry, thinking maybe it was your surgery scars but it wasn’t at all.
“You look like that! Fuck youth is wasted on the yong, put your head back.” Dana says, and you’re confused, eyebrows furrowed.
But she walks forward and pushes your chin back, her cold fingers run down your throat.
Then down to your collar bones, her hands were strong and sure, and you weren’t sure what this was anymore.
“Is this a physical?” You try to joke, and her hands go to your traps then to your deltoids.
Enjoying you with a more hands-on approach.
“You’ve got more muscles than before.” Dana’s voice drops a little and you try not to move, or flex under her curious hands.
“Yeah-I uh started to work out after work,” you say conversationally. Not sure where your confidence had gone.
You're under the fluorescent lights in a bathroom, not exactly what you thought would be how you first got to touch Dana.
That was a lie; this was making you nervous because you’d only ever fucked women your age. And being shirtless in front of Dana felt like the major leagues.
“Can I touch you now?” You try to make it sound light.
“No,” Dana answers, and you realize she’s enjoying herself.
Your eyes move to see the way her focus is solely on your arms, her hands move down to caress your biceps, and you swear you’ll work out twice as hard if she likes you like this.
“Dana?” You ask as her finger followed the vein in your forearm like it had gold at the end of it.
“You’re pretty.” She whispered, and you tried not to twitch under her focus.
“So are you. Can I move now?” You ask, and all the anger was leaving her body now that you were offering yourself up.
“I-I’m not as young as you, and I don’t look like all that under my scrubs, kid.” Dana laughs and you don’t like that.
You move your arm out and cup her face, something inside of her melts.
All that toughness finally put aside, Dana can let someone else drive for a moment.
“I’m going to kiss you, don’t hit me.” You tell her, and her face turns up to you, ready to be adored.
You won’t make her wait; you kiss her with everything you’ve got and she moans, and her lips open immediately.
Her tongue tastes like peppermint from her mints and desperation, you understand the feeling.
You turn her body as you keep moving against her lips with fever, and Dana’s trying to pierce your skin. Her hands move to your shoulders, and her nails make little crescent moon indents on you.
You pushed the head nurse against the counter, and she made a little noise in surprise.
That was fine, Dana could be held for a change, maybe that was all she’d needed.
You kiss down her bottom lip, then moved bolding to her jaw line and pepper kisses.
“Fuck I haven’t been touched like this in-” Dana stops herself, trying to remember and unable to.
“Take your scrubs off.” You say, as you move to her neck and she grabs you by your neck like a thing she can manhandle and pulls you off her.
“Not when you look like that, not in this light, forget it, bub.”
“Dana, take your bottoms off, how about that?” You try as her hand is just a little tension away from choking you.
Dana’s hold twitches, and her eyebrows lift, and then she lets out a little chuckle.
“Here?” The nurse asks, and you want to slap everyone she’s ever fucked.
“Yeah, right here, I want to taste you.” You say stronger this time, and Dana smiles widely. So you reach out and untie her string and drop her scrub bottoms.
She’s got work underwear on, they’re cotton and dark blue, you pull them down and lean her lightly against the counter. Putting the clothes in a bunch to the side, not wanting to take her sneakers off, tough times come for touch measures it seems.
“You’re gonna-Oh.” Dana’s voice gives out as you drop to your knees and you kiss just above her clit, enjoying the bit of pubic hair.
Your chin brushes against the nub; you’re being a gentleman, giving respect before you eat.
“You’re really going to-” Dana says again but now you’re pulling her lips open and licking long strokes.
“OH, GOD!” Dana’s hands reach out to stop herself from falling. She slaps the side of the paper towel machine so hard it starts to dispense rapidly.
Her other hand goes to steady herself against the wall and mirror but she’s unable.
You let your tongue roughly rub up and down, then circle around her clit.
Enjoying her flavor, the vanilla in her body wash, the slight sweat. The musky flavor mixed with something spicy. Fuck you tried to look up at her only to see Dana’s lips trembling as she watched you.
“Good boy, fuck oh god yes! Oh I should have let you before!” The head nurse shrieks and you don’t breathe, you push your face further into her folds until your tongue goes into her tight cunt.
She bucks against your face, smearing her arousal across your nose and cheeks.
“FUCK ME! OH GOD YES! DON’T STOP!”
A knock on the door is loud, and you hear Robby asking for you by first name.
“OCCUPODO!” Dana shouts, and you laugh only for her to grab you by your hair and jerk you back to work.
“Hurry up, God I’m so close. I need it.” Dana tells you, and you know she’s got to get back out there, and so do you.
So you go in for the intense sucking and licking over and under her clit not letting her hood come back and Dana’s knees almost give out completely.
As she falls forward, you stand and grab her by the backs of her knees and shift her weight onto her ass on the counter.
Spreading her legs as you fuck Dana like this is the only chance your tongue will ever get.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!”Dana shouts, and you make a slurping noise as you bob your head a little to stimulate her clit even more.
Dana panics and grabs your shoulder to push you away, but you don’t move.
Knowing before she did what would happen next.
“OH FUCK I’M GOING TO SQUIRT,” Dana shouted, unbelieving she was about to actually do it.
But your fingers move to her cunt, and you finger fuck her harder and don’t let up on her bundle of nerves.
Sure enough, she gushes, power washer type of squirt.
It hits your chin, your neck, your chest, super soaks down onto your scrub bottoms and you keep swallowing.
Wanting to not waste a drop, and only when her whole body goes lax do you finally let go.
Dana shudders at the new cold air hitting her cunt where your hot mouth had just been.
You raise up in between her legs, and she grabs your jaw with her hand from underneath and you lick your lips.
“You’re dangerous, you know that.” Dana tells you, but her eyes roll back and she’s riding her aftershocks.
“Whatever you say, Mommy.” You smirk, soaked in her juices.
“Fuck you, you think you can call me that just because you made me cum?” Dana asks open her eyes to glare at you and you twist to kiss her palm.
“I can do it again, you need more Mommy?” You flirt harder and Dana actually shivers and you realize she doesn’t hate the nickname as much as she might want you to believe.
“You think you can make me cum again, do you?” Dana wants you to try.
You nod confidently and your hand still in her cunt curls against her g-spot and Dana’s body lifts off the counter into your chest.
“I think you should let me come over after our shift.”
“What makes you think I’d allow that?” Dana fights back, but her face is closer to yours now.
“HEY, WE HAVE AN ED TO RUN OUT HERE!” Robby yell and pounds on the door again.
Dana groans and tries to sit up but you don’t let her move, staying between her legs.
“Let me come over after work.” You insist and she glares at you, but her mouth is still smirking. You remove your hands from her wet hole.
“You just want to say you’ve fucked a MILF is that it?” Dana’s own fears are clear now and you shake your head.
“I want you to keep me.” You say so fast that you can’t realize how silly it sounds, but she arches an eyebrow. So you guessed it wasn’t the wrong sentence.
Then Dana’s confidence comes back, and she reaches down and cups your sex annd you just about howl in need.
“You need a Mommy, huh?” Dana asks, her breath tickling against your still arousal-soaked lips and chin.
“Please,” you beg and she rubs your clit through the cum soaked scrubs. Her squirt drying sticky to your chest.
“You think you can be my boy?” Dana asks and you moan and she pinches your clit through the fabric and you shuder and buck - mouth falling open.
“You’ll cum that easy huh, baby boy?” Dana laughed and you tried to chase her hand only for Robby to pound on the door so hard that neither of you could ignore him this time.
“HEY! DON’T MAKE ME GET THE KEY! THIS AIN’T SOME MOTEL YOU KNOW!” The angry doctor wasn’t going to ask again.
“BE RIGHT OUT! DON’T GET YOUR PANTIES IN A WOD!” Dana yells back, and you make a sad noise when her hand leaves.
“Be ready by my car at 8 pm or I’m using my vibrator, and you’re sleeping on the floor,” Dana tells you and pecks you on the lips before pushing you back and standing, dressing herself as you stood there, soaked in her cum, still shirtless.
You beam at her, happier than ever. Dana washes her hands and leaves you there like a good boy, flipping the lock and eying you.
“You got me on you right-” Dana points to her own cheek to show you. You move your hand to it, and she laughs at you.
Then leaves the bathroom, making it clear you would have to do the dirty walk to get new scrubs. While the whole ED would know you were on your knees.
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Nurse Dana Evans / Reader :
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Warnings : Nurse Injured AU / Overstimulated / Mental Health Talked about / Hurt Comfort / Older woman + Younger woman Trope / Dana has a crush / Reader X Dana Work Relationship / Love Declarations / Hurt & Comfort / Protective Dana / 3.5 k words / 18+
“You’re a baby! You’re a kid.” The gorgeous blonde nurse accent comes out, and it’s almost so cute that you forget how shocked she seems. You honestly hadn’t thought she’d go there. The age thing.
“I’m in my thirties!” You say offended, but you feel like you're shrinking in front of her.
“Like I just said.” Each syllable stands out, oh so Dana.
Dana Evans blinks once, then twice. Almost like a cartoon reacting too slowly.
It’s after the third blink that you insert.
“I like older women, I mean I date older woman normally….uh…” you don’t mean it in a rude way. Not that the charge nurse looks upset, still closer to a deer in headlights in the break room.
“I like you,” You shyly add in, trying to not to make it sound like a sweeping statement.
The shocked expression isn’t one you’ve ever witnessed on Dana. The charge nurse had seen everything, really.
“I’m your boss, you're my… nurse.” She says back, you want to leave now.
Not merely the Pitt, no-no, the state, or even the universe might not be big enough for you to disappear in to.
Embarrassment makes your body clammy; you should have kept your mouth shut. It’s just like in grade school when you had a crush and the whole class found out.
Or when you were in your junior year at the Winter Formal and no one to dance with. Yeah, it was reminiscent of that kind of terror.
Only this was far worse, because you were in fact a grown-up having that numb tingling feeling all over your body. Like your leg had fallen asleep and it was getting painful.
This was damn painful.
“Okay, alright, forget I asked, I’m sorry.” You put two hands up, not wanting to hear all the excuses anymore. This was worse than the dream where you came to work naked.
God, maybe this was a nightmare and you’d wake up?
What on God's green earth possessed you to ask the woman you were in love with out on a workday?
“You are too smart and too pretty. What are you doing? What are you doing!” Dana chastises you and you're no longer shy and getting irritated.
“Dana, if you don’t like me you could just say that.” You argue back, done listening to this. You walk out of the break room, throwing out your mostly full coffee cup. But Dana follows you, upset with you now. Hot on your heels with more to say, but when did the charge nurse not have something to say.
“What part of my favorite nurse did you miss? I talk you up to Robbie! I train you to replace me! Make recommendations for you! What part of me beating up a patient who touched you and getting written up did you miss? I just said you’re too smart and too beautiful! What in the world makes you think I don’t like you? That can’t be further from it, kid!” Dana shouts but then stage whispers when people take notice.
“Nurse Evans, please forget I said anything. Thank you oh so much for your favoritism, and now I’d like to get back to work. ” You rolled your eyes and walked by the nurses' station. Your tennis shoes squawk on the ER floor, but you still the blonde kept right behind you.
Princess whispered to Perlah about how she ‘knew it’. Santos looks up from the computer to watch the drama. It was a train wreck right in front of their eyes.
“Anyone in South 10? Atlantis or Wonderland or anywhere?” You ask Monica who’s arching an eyebrow at you. But you need a patient, or you would become a patient.
Anything to use as an out, oh so ready to run away from Dana, who was still talking. Oh man, was she talking louder now?
“You’re gorgeous! What are you doing! I’m old enough to be your mother! You're barely old enough to be out of the NICU! I put-cha next to baby jane doe! That’s how young you are! You've got your whole life ahead of you! Why you wasting your time on old hags! You outta your damn mind!” She’s still talking down to you, and you are practically power walking away. It’s just low of a jazzercise walk or a jog.
“Got it, but you aren’t my mother, and I’m not that young! And I’m not your baby Jane Doe! So stop following me. I’m pretty and not worth your time, completely understood.” You call back, and she laughs maliciously. Not liking your attitude, the one Dana defended to Robbie so often saying ‘She’s my kind of spice.’
But not that she was on the receiving end it didn’t taste the same.
“I never said that! Did I say that? No! No, I didn’t!” She does in a sing song voice. But you are biting your tongue as hard as possible, and walking towards the trauma bay.
Robbie and McKay are both working on a man with a sawed-off arm. So you happily jump in to assist, causing Dana to have to leave you alone.
But it’s written all over her angry bottom lip that this fight ain’t over.
And it’s not, you may have won the battle to get away from Dana. But the shifts at the Pitt are long. And that woman always won the war.
And Dana is the charge nurse, your supervising nurse.
So it was a fool's errand to attempt to hide forever. But you were the fool who asked her out in the first place.
You get about an hour of non-stop trauma, one and two back-to-back crazy car accidents, before you have to go back to your supervisor.
Just in time for the four-hour colozapam shuffle.
Because all the nurses were emptying their pockets onto the table like they were about to be frisked. You do the same, one of the ways that the nurses respected you and wanted you to be the next charge nurse, you weren’t afraid of messy. Always the first to jump in, it’s why you were Robbies favorite.(Though you knew he was telling a small white lie, as Dana would always be the best).
Blue eyes hardened their gaze at you, Dana’s face was always so expressive, and what she wasn’t saying out loud - you could read clear as day. So you did your best to not look up. Emptying your pockets, the plastic gum tray with the prescription Nicorette gum you always carried for her made a scarping noise on the table. Dana looked at it as if she were Sherlock Holmes only now seeing it clear as day. The evidence was so much clearer now.
“Respridol didn’t touch him?” Perlah’s almost impressed as she watches him thrash and scream through the plexiglass.
“Nah,” Whittaker says, disappointed.
“The prodigal child has returned,” Princess says under her breath and you pretend to laugh. As all of you are taking all the pointy objects out of your pockets.
“Full of jokes, I’ll remember that next time you need me to cover your shift.” You threaten with a big grin.
“Don’t be so mean ‘Baby Jane Doe’!” Perlah defends earning more giggles from Princess.
“Cut it out.” Dana snaps and the two shut their mouths.
You turn to look at the poor guy going through it by grabbing at his face like it was on fire. You wanted to be there when he came to, give him his options. Be a friendly face.
“Where’s the K-pin? The old snooze pill?” Santos asked pinching the bridge of her nose, she was a ticking time bomb. But today you weren’t the Pitt co-shrink like Dana and you tried to be. Keeping all the little fish swimming together, nope.
Dana ignored Santos as well, her jaw set as she spoke to you;
“You done avoiding me yet?” Her tone was harsh and not one you usually heard directed at you.
But you're just as fast as she is, coming back with a snippy passive-aggressive retort.;
“I don’t know what you could possibly mean, I’m just a baby who’s incapable of such complexities,” you say and Whitaker looks over at Santos.
They start to mouth things to each other, communicating like children.
That twin thing where they read each other's minds, but you and Dana were too attuned. Not even looking at them, locked in a death stare with one another now, but you have your own little dance;
“Stop it,” you say in chorus with the other. Dana’s eye twitches, annoyed that you were that in sync.
The display only served to make the doctors and nurses more suspicious.
You spent too much time together, you and Dana were joined at the hip and it showed. This was far beyond the old Langdon and Robbie bromance, maybe closer to Abbot and Robbie. You two were just a perfect balance together.
You break eye contact first, unable to take the intensity of Dana right now.
And it’s just in time for the tall man with the goods. Donnie comes out with the shot you grab it from him. A little too harshly for how you normally treat the walking teddy bear.
“Aye, you okay ‘Baby Jane Doe’?” He asks but you're throwing your badge onto the table with the rest of the objects.
“Not a nickname we’re keepin'! And ‘course she is, she’s just out of her god damn mind,” Dana answers for you but you just scoff.
“Oh, is this because you told Dana you’re in love with her?” He questioned and the glare he got from the charge nurse was enough that he stopped speaking.
“She’s not in love with me!” The nurse is somehow defending your honor, but you don’t find it noble.
You check the needle and miss the way the older woman looks at you with wide eyes. Not realizing for some reason, that it was love.
“Donnie, heads or tails?” You question, and he thinks for a second.
Both of you now ignoring how the charge nurse seems to be doing math equations in her head to put this together.
“I got pissed on last shift, I’ll pick being bit this time.” Donnie’s grin actually breaks through, and you laugh too.
“Ready when you are, Nurse Evans,” you say politely and it’s like a slap to your mentor. Who kicks starts her brain, eyeing the rest of your motley crew.
“Alright, chuckle gang, let’s go.” It’s the best she’s got, and the door is pushed open.
The guys in the midst of a paranoia meltdown. So while you aren’t pissed on, nor bitten. Which was good because you still had a tooth indent from last week that had not healed up.
The patient does break free from Whittaker and just as you get the shot in, you also get struck with a stray elbow to your eye.
Seemed the patient had a few dance moves in him.
It all happened so fast, and by the time you're out of the room, people are asking questions and two strong hands are grabbing at you roughly.
You blink and cup at your nose, it leaks crimson and while it makes your eyes water.It’s not particularly sharp, not sure if it’s broken. Your nurse mind tries to figure it out but your still in shock.
A hand grabs at the syringe to take it from your hold.
When you realize what’s happening the first thing you notice is how red Dana’s face is. She’s about to burst it seems.
“Oh shit!” Donnie says and Robbie hears and twists his head in the direction.
“Hula Hoop?” He asks but is ignored by people coming to your aid.
“Oh damn right to the nose!” Perlah and Princess both feel for you instantly.
But they aren’t able to help, not with your charge nurse grabbing at your face and arms.
“That motherfucker, Princess, call the cops!”
“No, what, I’m not pressing charges!” you say trying to get out from her hold on you.
But she’s like a straight jacket holding you, not letting you move an inch away.
“The fuck you aren’t, get Robby or Al Hashimi, I want a resident to look at your head. Page nuero too, fucking bastard. Get security in here, restrain this guy!” Dana’s yelling orders like she’s a sergeant, and now your head hurts, where before it didn’t.
People are moving fast around you, but Dana’s eyes bore into you, making you feel like your legs are bolted to the floor.
“Nure Evans, I’m not your ward, stop- it was an accident,” you repeat, and the nurse fingers dig into you - it’s fear you realize. An ice pack was quickly handed to her and gauze for the blood. It was all overkill, but as Dana pushed you into an open bed, you saw Donnie closing the sheet, and you didn’t think it’s for you.
Not with how her lip trembles ever so slightly. Eyes ready to fight - but that softie is in there, you just know it.
As soon as you see it she’s masking once more with anger - it’s easier this way for Dana. Anger she can handle.
“You think you're indestructible, huh? You ain’t! You think people here don’t love you, worry about you?” She starts to teeter on the verge of a breakdown, this Dana you know well.
“Hey,” You finally grab at her hands, laying yours on top. “I’m okay. I’m okay”
“You’re the strongest I know, right? You just take punches and put up with old, angry nurses. You-you keep- putting your love in people who don’t deserve it.” Her rage is making your head pound.
You scoff but strong fingers are gripping your chin to hold you in place.
“No, you’ll sit and let us poke and prod you and you’ll give your statement.” Dana’s checking your nose herself and you sigh, knowing this isn’t the time to fight her.
“Well it seems we disagree on a number of things today. Don’t tell me who deserve it and who doesn’t. Dana stop I can do it! It’s just a bump, and this isn’t nearly as mortifying as being called ‘Baby Jane Doe’!” You try to take the wipes out of her hands but she’s faster. Spry for her age it seemed, but you don’t make the joke. And Dana doesn’t find the humor in your new nickname.
“Since when do you care what people say? You didn’t care when you slipped in blood and people called you Carrie for a week?” Her tone comes down a little when she sees that your nose isn’t broken. She’d still have both senior residents look. But Dana was fairly sure as she poked and prodded at your nose and cheek.
“I don’t care,” you say, but Dana catches how you’ve picked up one of her mannerisms. That bottom lip said so much, her thumb still holding your chin was so close to it too. So plump and inviting….
And Dana was so close to your face, all she’d have to do is move forward and kiss your nose. Make it all better.
“You didn’t say you loved me in the break room.” Your nurse says lower and you gulp but can’t meet her eye now.
“You freaked out so fast why would I? Ya know maybe Baby Jane Doe and I are more alike then I thought.” You don’t mean to admit that part out loud, the part where you were both….unwanted. You look down to your lap, noticing how your feet don’t meet the floor, you feel like a kid in an exam room now.
You want space away from her, closing your eyes it’s all so much.
The bright lights and the hit to your face, the sounds and the smells.
The room starts to spin all too quick and it’s all so much.
You don’t realize you’ve become overstimulated until it’s too late - the curtain is yanked back and your eyes open big and wide.
You shake like a leaf and Dana turns to see Al Hashimi and Robbie both ready to look at you. Neither of them people your afraid of, both doctors concerned with your injury. But you don’t find comfort in their worry, in all the faces staring back at you. Nurses trying to see in to how your doing.
The charge nurse grabs the sheet and yanks it closed in their faces.
“Give me five!” She shouts at them and your breathing picks up.
“She got hit in the face! We need to do a consult!” Robbie yells and you flinch from his volume but not the Nurses.
“GET OUT!” Dana yells again and this time she notices how you don’t react to her intensity.
The older woman hesitates before deciding her move, she wraps her arms around you tightly.
This time, you lock up, scared at what being touched will mean.
“Close your eyes, it’s okay, shhhh.” Dana says, her tone leaving no room for arguing. It was scary for a millisecond until you put your face in her neck.
Blocking out the overwhelming white lights and instead of the sterile smell you couldn’t scrub off your skin after a shift - instead you smell the lavender she had in her body soap.
The bit of nicotine that smells like every outside authentic conversation you’d had with her.
Dana Evans is terrifying to most, but here with her arms holding you so fucking tight it’s like she’s a snake constricting you. But also - she was so soft, her neck was warm, and god you didn’t want her to let go.
The beeping and the yelling and the intensity of the Pitt. It was fading like soapy water down a drain. All of it leaving your body - the fight.
Your face was throbbing in pain yes, but being held this tight in her embrace…Only now can you truly feel your body again.
You keep your eyes shut.
Normally after a hard shift, you cried in your shower in the dark - it was all so intense. This line of work was never slow or easy.
But this - fuck this was so much better than any dark room to sob in.
Dana hugged like she did everything in life, the best, without doubt or hesitation.
Dana hugged you like her arms could leave an impression, that every room you ever entered, you’d still have her hug to keep you safe in.
Maybe Dana needed to believe that too, in seeing that bit of blood trickle down your face - she forgot how young you were.
She forgot all the reasons she’d sworn it was just that she was lonely, that you were so kind, so bright. A little star following her around, knowing what to say and what to do. Dana had always felt grateful to be in your orbit.
But to dream that she could pocket you and take you home…well that was too much to even hope for.
Now here this beautiful girl was speaking to her about love.
Love.
You felt Dana’s arms inch just a bit tighter, impossibly closer, and you wondered what she was thinking.
“You ain’t no baby jane doe, alright? You know that, you gotta know that. You are so-so loved.” Dana’s voice cracked, and you were sure you must be concussed now.
Your arms moved around her wait to hold too, and somehow she seemed smaller now that you were holding her. Less intimidating, somehow so much more human. Just like your textbooks, muscles, rib bones, tendons and blood pumping.
You calmed yourself by counting her ribs up and back down, it soothed you to hear her heart thudding now. These things that were constant, your charge nurse was constant.
You sniffled, a bit of your bloody nose getting on her scrubs.
“Don’t worry, I’m tough, nobody's problem.” You say, because you weren’t. You were strong; you didn’t need her worry.
But Dana’s arms slackened, and you started to move away, only for her to cradle the back of your head and hold you again. With such tenderness, you weren’t sure anyone had ever touched you like this.
“You're wrong, you're my problem, baby. You gotta know that,” You heard Dana sniffle now, and you blinked in confusion. Your eyelashes flutter like butterfly kisses against her neck.
Dana closed her eyes now, aware she couldn’t lie about the facts anymore. Love was nothing to lie about. Dana Evans was too old to do that now. You were it.
The thing that got her to this hellhole in the morning, and the last thought on her mind before she fell asleep.
You were not some nurse, someone she was simply proud to teach. Another competent nurse on her floor, no.
And you sure as hell aren’t a no-named Jane Doe.
You were Dana’s, her baby. The stray tear fell down the older woman's cheek and hit your scrubs as she whispered;
“I got you baby.”
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yeah dana spooning emma while she fucks into her pretty pussy. dana cradling her girl close as she makes her feel good. rubbing slow, soothing circles over emma's soft tummy, pressing down where the tip of her thick strap kisses emma's insides. murmuring theeere you go, there's my baby, so full of me, huh? do you like being so full of your mommy, baby? oh, I know, I know it. <3
Characters | Cassie Mckay x Reader x Victoria Javadi, Dana Evans, Princess Dela Cruz, Perlah Alawi, Trinity Santos (Just realised there’s like no male character’s in this fic #passesthebechdeltest)
Notes | Reader is an R2 like Trinity and Dennis and around 26-28, this is set after season two. I also completely believe Javadi writes and reads AO3. (She just like me fr)
Summary | You give Javadi an amazing birthday present with Cassie by your side.
Being an R2 is tough. Angry patients, even angrier relatives, snappy attendings who need a therapist, shitty pay, which leads to a shitty apartment and a shitty diet. Not to mention the co-workers you have.
Cassie Mckay, R3, single mom, 42, wayyy too old to be this hot, but still every time you work with her the room seems to get magically hotter.
And then there’s Victoria Javadi, MS4, child genius, 20, and wayyy too young for you, but every time she assists you on a case and your hands accidentally touch while working on the patient your heart skips so hard it might be classed as a cardiac event.
You've been telling your friends about your little crushes on your fellow doctors for a while, they usher you on to ask one of them out. You protest against your friends wishes, saying it would go against HR policy to ask them out, even though deep down you wish you could ask them both out.
Your crush culminates when the day shift goes out for drinks after shift for Victoria's 21st birthday, much against her own wishes. Trinity, Perlah, and Princess practically have to drag her there to her own birthday party. Victoria had just planned on eating cake and reading ao3 in her bed with her cat. But alas a party was apparently mandatory.
“Happy birthday, Javadi.” You say, handing her a cocktail you'd just bought for the outrageous price of 12 dollars.
“Thanks, um, what's in this?” She asks, giving you her best polite/nervous stare.
“It's orange juice, cranberry juice, grenadine and tequila, it's nice,” you promise, pushing the drink in her hands towards her.
Victoria still looks a bit apprehensive but she tentatively takes a sip, “Oh, it is nice, thanks for the present.” She smiles.
“Of course, have a nice night, birthday girl.” You wink, ignoring the growing heat in your stomach. She's just there in some jeans, a purple spaghetti strap top with her lilac jacket on and her long black hair tied back in a pony tail; but damn does she look good.
As the night goes on your eyes keep drifting back to Victoria, her nervous face about the growing drunkenness of your co-workers, her increasingly drunken state too. It's her first time drinking and she’s had one cocktail, one shot and about two sips of Trinity’s beer.
At some point while talking to Princess, Perlah and Dana, you lose sight of her. You look around just to see Victoria and Cassie sneaking away into a back corridor. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you head across the bar and down the corridor towards the bathrooms. Your investigation leads you to an open door into the back alley behind the bar.
You step out into the cold dark night, expecting to see an upset Victoria during her first drunken experience. Instead, you see her pressed up against the wall of the bar by none other than Cassie Mckay, their lips firmly attached to the others as their hands roam across their bodies. The heat spreads through you immediately, your two work crushes making out outside a bar? Oh. My. God. You gasp unconsciously in shock from the situation in front of you.
The noise of your gasp makes the two break away from each other. Cassie’s cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen and bitten from the moments they had just shared. Victoria’s face is bright red, a mortified look on her face as her eyes fall upon you.
“Its not what it looks like!” Victoria squeaks out without thinking.
“Hey, calm down,” Cassie puts a hand on the younger girl's shoulder before looking at you with a stern face, “please don’t tell anyone.”
“Okay, okay,” you say, holding your hands up to show you’re not a threat, “I’m not gonna tell anyone.”
“See, baby, it’s fine.” Cassie strokes Victoria’s hair while Victoria continuously looks back at you nervously.
“So you two are… together? Or just doing whatever Trinity and Garcia are doing?” You ask gently, not trying to upset either of them.
“God no, we’re not just hooking up like Trinity and Garcia. We’ve been dating for a few months now.” Cassie explains, her hand gliding down Victoria’s arm to hold her hand.
“Yeah.. it’s been three months one week and four days, but who’s counting?” Victoria laughs nervously, glancing between you and Cassie.
“Pretty serious, huh?..” You chuckle too, the growing jealousy in the back of your mind growing as you watch them together.
Cassie’s free hand comes up to rub the back of her neck, “Yeah, well she hasn’t met Harrison yet but I think I’ll introduce them to each other soon.”
You smile at the idea of Victoria meeting Harrison, “that’s sweet, I’ve only met Harrison once, but I’m sure they’ll get along.” The jealousy grows further at that, Victoria was already meeting Cassie’s son?
“Are you feeling alright, Dr-” Victoria starts but you interrupt her.
“-Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little shocked,” you try and do your best fake chuckle.
Cassie’s smile turns to a smirk at your response, “You’re not… jealous, are you? That Javadi and I have more game than you?”
“What- No, no, not at all, I just- I’m just shocked, yeah?” You’re not sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself with that question, your cheeks are starting to feel hotter at them both staring at you.
“Yeah?” Cassie drops Victoria’s hand and walks closer to you, “You sure about that?”
“Um, I don’t-” You stutter as she comes to stand in front of you.
“I’ve seen the way you look at us at work. The way you blush when you and Vic work together. The way you stutter around your words when I assist you on cases.” Cassie leans towards you, “admit it. You want us too.”
“W-what? Too?” You gasp.
“Yeah… we’ve talked about you before..” Victoria mumbles as she comes to stand next to Cassie.
“We think you’re hot, sweetheart. And we want you.” Cassie says as she cups your cheek with her hand, her thumb stroking your cheek with her thumb.
“Really?..” You stutter out. “You know this is kinda giving ‘me and my wife saw you across the bar and we really like your vibe’?”
“Jesus, we’re trying to ask you out.” Cassie sighs, “do you want to spend the night with us or not?” Cassie asks while Victoria giggles.
“Yeah, yes, please. I- I’d like that.” You admit, taking a sigh of relief.
“Really?” Victoria seems shocked by your acceptance.
“See, I was right, I told you they would want to spend the night with us,” the older woman wraps an arm around Victoria’s shoulders.
“I know, I know..” Victoria huffs.
“So when are we leaving?” You ask, feeling hopeful.
“Now?” Victoria looks at Cassie for confirmation.
“I mean we have been here for quite a while. And you’ve had your first drink,” Cassie smiles, stroking Victoria’s hair again. “Come on, let’s go in and say goodbye and meet me out by my car.”
You all head back inside, bracing yourself to say goodbye to your co-workers. Victoria makes a beeline for the door but is stopped by Princess, Perlah and Trinity, the three people who planned the party.
“Where do you think you’re going, crash?” Trinity smirks, clutching her Third? Fourth? Beer.
“I’m going home, you said I could leave after one drink and a shot,” Victoria stumbles over her words as the three women surround her.
“Come on, Javadi. The night is still young, you can’t leave yet, girl,” Princess says.
“Yeah, come on, stay for a little longer,” Perlah tries to reason with Victoria.
Victoria starts to rack her brain for an excuse, “My mom said I had to be home by 10,” she lies.
“And I’m gonna give her a lift considering I’m the only sober one here apart from Perlah.” Cassie says, pretending to be a considerate co-worker like she isn’t already thinking through the things she’s going to do to you and Vic at her apartment.
You decide to speak up, “I think I’m gonna head out too, my uber’s on the way.”
“Not you too, come on, stay for one more drink?” Princess pleads with you.
“Girl, I’ve been up for like 19 hours already.”
“Live a little, come on-” Trinity starts.
“Let her go home, Santos. She’s had enough to drink, and she’s playing it smart. No good treating patients when you’re hungover.” Cassie interrupts.
“Fine, Fine. Go home, Dr. Boring.” Trinity sighs.
“Get home safe you three,” Perlah smiles, waving you all off.
“Bye,” “Goodnight,” “See you tomorrow, Perlah.”
And after another ten minutes of trying to hunt down co-workers in the crowded bar so you can say goodbye, you all finally make the walk down the street to Cassie’s car.
“Finally.”
“Get in the back with our guest, will you, baby?” Cassie asks Vic.
“Okay.”
You and Victoria climb in the back of the car together while Cassie gets in the driver’s seat. She starts the car up and begins the drive back to her place.
“Are we going to your place, what about Harrison?” You ask Cassie, worried about potentially traumatising the little boy with the acts that are about to occur.
“Oh, he’s at Chad’s place, I only really get him on weekends. So I’m always free on thirsty Thursdays for.. Nothing at all really, I don’t drink anymore. But it means I get to see Vic more. You win some, you lose some I guess.” She explains, her voice growing sadder as she talks about the custody arrangements between her and her ex husband.
You pause, not sure how to respond to the confession, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
“No, no, it's fine, sweetheart. I’ve heard worse about my divorce than just simple questions.” Cassie smiles at you in the rearview mirror. “Vic, baby, do me a favor and give our sweet girl some attention for being so polite.”
“Okay,” Victoria smiles and turns toward you. She leans in closer as her arms make their way around your neck. “Hi,” she giggles, leaning her face closer to yours.
“Hi,” you giggle back, wrapping your arms around her waist.
Victoria leans in and presses her glossy lips to yours, she still tastes like the drink you gave her earlier mixed with the vanilla taste of her lip gloss. She tastes absolutely gorgeous, you wish you could taste her forever. Her lips move against yours in a dance, your tongue slips inside her mouth, tangling with hers. To think the innocent med student had no experience up until three months, one week and four days ago (but who’s counting), would have been a joke if it wasn't true.Javadi’s hands begin to roam, sliding down your chest and onto your boobs, she squeezes then gently through your clothes and bra, testing your reaction. You moan into her mouth softly, she squeezes harder in response.
“Take their top off,Vic.” Cassie explains from the front.
Victoria breaks the kiss to silently ask you with those big brown puppy eyes if she really could take it off.
“Sure, vadi, go ahead,” you confirm quietly, moving your seatbelt to the side to momentarily free your arms so she can literate your breasts from underneath your second favourite “going out” top.
She almost squeals with eagerness as she reaches for the hem of your top. You assist her in pulling it up over your head and discarding it on the seat next to you. Vic’s hands are back in an instant, squeezing your boobs through the bra again, tweaking your peaked nipples that makes you squirm as she guides her lips to yours once again.
Through the makeout and touches, neither of you even notice that Cassie has pulled up outside her apartment building. It’s an old yet kinda aesthetic red brick building.
“Girls.”
You and Vic separate at the tone in Cassie’s voice and then Vic realises that you’re finally home after the thirteen hour shift, after shift drinks, birthday celebrations and the painstaking goodbyes: you can finally have some fun, with no one there to stop you. Victoria undoes your seatbelt for you, then hers, while Cassie steps out and opens the door on Victoria’s side so you can both climb out. Cassie pulls her jacket over your shoulders to cover you as you’d conveniently forgotten to put your top back on.
“Shit, my top-”
“Ah. It’s fine, lets just get you inside,” Cassie says in your ear from behind you, ushering you towards the front door of her ground floor apartment.
She slides from behind you and steps up to the door so she can unlock it for you and Javadi. The lock clicks and the three of you pile into the front room. Cassie’s apartment is quite cozy, exposed brick, couch covered in pillows and blankets, coffee table messy with unlit candles, coffee cups and magazines. Boots discarded by the door, children’s sneakers, flannels hung up, winter coats.
Cassie toes her shoes off and so does Victoria. You follow their actions while Cassie slides her jacket off of your shoulders. She reaches past you and hangs up the coat on a hook before her hands come back to you, she cups your breasts in her hands from behind you, squeezing and finding your perked up nipples through the fabric of your bra. She rolls your nipples between her fingers.
“Cass- ah-” you moan, leaning back into her, throwing your head onto her shoulder.
“Good girl,” she purrs in your ear, “So responsive.”
You open your eyes and see Victoria staring at Cassie’s hands playing with you, almost transfixed.
“Come on, baby, don’t just stand there and stare, help me take their pants off.” Cassie says sternly, one of her hands already migrating down to the front zipper and button of your pants. “Can I take these off, sweetheart?” She whispers against your neck.
“Mhm,” you whimper at the feelings of her hands on your body, her breath on your neck and Victoria’s eyes on you.
Victoria almost jumps forwards at the whisper, her hands flying to your zipper and helping Cass undo it. She slides your pants down your legs and to your ankles, Vic helps you step out of the jeans you were wearing. She stands back up, her hands sliding up your legs and torso before meeting Cassie’s hands on your breasts. Cassie presses her lips to your neck, nipping at it softly.
“Show our sweet guest to the bedroom, Vic.” Cass murmurs against your neck.
Your hand slides into Victoria’s and she leads you to Cassie’s bedroom while Cass goes to the kitchen. Victoria plops herself down on the queen bed and pulls her purple spaghetti strop top off. Christ, even her bra is purple and lacy. She shimmies her jeans off, fully revealing her purple lacy lingerie set. Vic pats the bed next to her and you follow the command, sitting close to her. Her hands slide up your thighs as she leans in, connecting her lips with yours once again. Her tongue slips into your mouth this time and her hand slides up to the back of your neck to hold you as she kisses you with passion.
“Ah, ah, ah. What do you two think you’re doing without me?” Cassie’s voice comes from the doorway, she's holding three glasses of water being pretty prepared for the activities that are about to ensue. “Victoria, you know the rules, when you’re in here you wait for me.” She sets down the water on the bedside table before turning and looking at you and Javadi, disappointed. “I’ll let you off this time, sweetheart, because you don't know the rules yet. But Victoria does. Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes ma’am..” Victoria mumbles, looking away from Cassie.
“Come here.” Cassie says, sitting down on her side of the bed and tracking vic with her eyes, when she reaches her, Cassie places her hands on Victoria's waist, “I’m going to let you off this time, because it's your birthday and I know you’re excited, but if that happens again, you know what will happen, yeah?”
“Yes ma’am.” Victoria mumbles again, not wanting to make Cassie angry.
“Go get my strap ready.”
Victoria shoots up and heads to the closet as Cassie closes in on you.
“You sure you want this?” Cass murmurs.
“Yeah,I’m certain.”
“Certain. Lie down.” She smirks.
You lay down on the bed as Cassie climbs between your legs. “Let me tell you what’s about to happen, hm?” She leans down, close to your pussy, “I’m going to eat you out, then I’m going to strap Victoria while you give her some love, yeah? Sound good?”
“Sounds good.” You agree, your mind already thinking through the future events.
Cassie kisses the damp spot on your underwear that's there already from all of the teasing the pair have put you through. She gently slides her hands up your thighs and under your panties so she can take them off. “Lift your hips up, good girl.” She murmurs as she slides them off fully and tosses them into the laundry basket before diving in. Licking a large stripe up your pussy, collecting all of your wetness onto her tongue. You moan, your hand shooting down and burying itself inside Cassie’s hair as she starts sucking on your clit, “Oh my god!” Your hips buck into her face, her tongue slides inside of you and she starts to rub your clit with her fingers. She replaces her tongue with one of her fingers, curling it inside of you.
“Can you handle two?” Cassie looks up at you from your pussy.
“Mm- Y-yeah!” You whine, her breath on your clit making it twitch.
Slowly, she slides another finger inside of you, curling them both against your G-spot, her mouth returning to suck around your clit.
“Ah- ah- Cassie!” You cry out, tears building up in your eyes from the feeling of her mouth and fingers. Tears spill down your cheeks as the pressure in your lower stomach, orgasm building inside of you.
“You gonna cum, baby. Yeah? Cum on my hand, come on baby.” Cassie coos against your clit, sucking harder, curling her fingers harder. You cum with a loud cry, juices spilling across her face and hand. She leans up from between your legs, your slick down her chin, reflecting against the lamplight of the room. “You taste so good, baby.” Cass murmurs. You finally notice that Victoria’s been watching from the corner of the room the entire time, holding Cassie’s strap, waiting for her.
“Vic, is my strap ready, sweetheart?” Cassie asks as she sits up from her place between your legs.
“Yeah, I got it for you.” Victoria shuffles towards the bed and hands Cassie her strap.
“Aw, thank you baby.” Cass kisses Vic's cheek, “Get on the bed with our lovely guest and keep them company while I get this on.”
Victoria climbs onto the bed beside you, you're finally coming back to yourself after the earth shattering orgasm Cassie gave you.
“Hey,” you smile at her.
“Hey,” she breathes out, blushing at the proximity again.
You lean in and capture her lips with yours, her hands slide into your hair, pulling you closer. Hums and moans vibrate through your lips, your hands sliding down her bare body to rest on her waist.
“Girls.” You separate immediately at Cassie’s voice.
Cassie stands above the bed, strap hanging low on her hips.
“Vic, on your back.” Cass demands.
Victoria moves immediately onto her back, legs spread for Cassie. You’re almost in awe of how quick she moves.
Cassie climbs back onto the bed, between Vic’s legs this time. “You ready, baby?” She leans down, her arms caging Victoria in, lips almost touching.
“I’m ready,” Victoria whispers.
Cassie gently slides her strap inside of Vic, groaning as if she can feel it sliding
inside the younger girl. “C’mere baby,” Cassie starts thrusting inside of Vic, motioning for you to come closer with one hand while Victoria moans underneath her. You shuffle closer on the bed.
“Show our girl some love, baby,” Cass instructs.
You shift even closer, your hand slowly sliding across Victoria's stomach, then up to cup one of her boobs, Cassie thrusts faster as you start rolling Vic’s nipple between your fingers.
Victoria throws her head back, moaning loudly, “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod- feels so good, Cassie!"
“Yeah, feels good, sweetheart, you like that?” Cassie groans, her breath mixing with Vic’s, thrusting even faster.
You lean your head over and wrap your lips around Victoria's neglected nipple, squeezing the other boob, thumbing her nipple. Vic’s hand shoots up to hold your head down as you suck.
“Ah- I’m gonna cum, im gonna cum!-” Victoria screams as Cassie reaches down and starts to rub her clit.
“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me, cum on cock.” Cass says like a mantra, drilling into Victoria even harder, rubbing down on her clit until Vic squirts all over the silicon cock and onto Cass’ thighs, coating them in a clear sheen. Cass slows down her thrusts gently before pulling out, not wanting to be too abrupt and hurt her. You pull off of Vic’s boobs, resting your head on her shoulder.
Cassie lays down beside you two, catching her breath, “was that good, baby?” Cass murmurs against Victoria’s hair.
“So good, cass,” Vic mumbles, all fucked out and exhausted.
“Let's get you cleaned up, both of you.” Cassie leaves the bed to go to the bathroom and get a wet cloth soaked in warm water. She comes back to clean both of you up after depositing her strap in the sink of the bathroom to soak. Cass makes sure you all finish your glass of water from earlier, her mom tendencies showing.
After that, you all slide under the covers together, victoria in between the two of you. Vic’s head rests on Cassie’s bare chest as you curl up behind her, chin hooked over Vic’s shoulder against her neck. Its a warm ball of comfort and love after the strenuous activities of the day and night.
“So we’re all not working tomorrow?” Cass smirks against Vic’s hair.
“Mhm,” Victoria hums.
“I’m not working either.” You confirm.
“Good, good. Don’t wanna wake up early, not with my girls.” She chuckles.
“Your girls? Does that mean I’m officially initiated into this HR nightmare relationship?” You joke.
“Sure baby, maybe just check with Vic in the morning, shes out cold right now.” Cass mumbles, squeezing a sleeping victoria gently.
“Will do,” You smile as sleep slowly catches up on you too.
“Goodnight, baby.” Cass leans closer and kisses your forehead.
“Goodnight.” You smile at Cass before leaning towards Vic, whispering into her ear, “Happy birthday, Vadi.”
includes: trinity santos, dennis whitaker, victoria javadi, mel king, samira mohan, frank langdon, parker ellis, cassie mckay, james ogilvie, joy kwon, michael robinavitch, jack abbot, baran al-hashimi, john shen, dana evans
warnings: none
a/n: I may add more characters later on
THE STUDENTS & INTERNS
trinity santos - a beta lesbian who uses she/her pronouns
has used a scent patch since sophomore year of high school. thought it would stop the abuse
single , but wants a long-term relationship and mate
will argue against alphas if she feels her opinion is correct
dennis whitaker - disaster of a beta alpha who uses he/him pronouns
first presented after pittfest. was teased for being a late bloomer by santos
stunk up the entire ptmc when it happened and dana had to give him scent patches when patients started complaining
single, but hookups up when randoms in the bars trinity takes him to
victoria javadi - a pansexual beta who uses she/her pronouns
presented at 14 during math class her freshmen year of college
wore patches until her 18th birthday. homegirl was tired of it 💀
single. dreams of a fairytale-esque romance, but is so awkward
mel king - an asexual alpha who uses she/her pronouns
presented before her parents death
since she is an alpha, mel took on the role as becca's caregiver, even though she's the younger sister
single and not looking. prefers true connections over sex.
samira mohan - a queer beta who uses they/she pronouns
just vibes with everyone. doesn't really care about anyone's secondary gender
grew up with a stubborn alpha of a mother, so she prefers omegas as a result
single and still unsure of what they want in a relationship
frank langdon - a straight alpha who uses he/him pronouns
loves the smell of himself, so he wears no patches at first. starts wearing them when his addiction gets worse
gets mistaken as a beta 24/7
prefers to be around alphas
parker ellis - a lesbian alpha who uses she/they pronouns
an alpha and not afraid to show it. will argue with other alphas who are rude to ptmc staff
keeps casual relationships, but wouldn't mind something long-term
doesn't wear scent patches just in-case an alpha patient over-scents the ptmc
cassie mckay - a bisexual beta who uses she/her pronouns
often mistaken as an alpha. very self-assured and a natural mediator
learned to be more assertive when harrison was born. won't hesitate to put an alpha in their place
single and has forgotten (neglected) herself in the romance department
james ogilvie - a gay omega who uses he/him pronouns
his dad was so disappointed when he presented as an omega. major daddy issues from an alpha father.
tries his hardest to act like an alpha. buys alpha scent patches , alpha cologne, and gets scammed by purchasing an alpha influencer course
everyone can tell that he is overcompensating.
a gay disaster around most alphas
joy kwon - an unlabeled beta who uses she/her pronouns
doesn't care about any of it
realized that being a beta meant no one had real expectations of her
finds that most alphas have a hidden agenda when around betas/omegas
in a committed relationship that no one knows about
THE ATTENDINGS & CHARGE NURSE
michael robinavitch - a straight alpha who uses he/him pronouns
a stereotypical alpha. will get aggressive when someone threatens his pack (the entire er)
judges people by their secondary gender. will use it as a "gotcha" to belittle someone
has issues with accepting anyone who acts outside of his preconceived notion
weary of alpha women (aka major mommy issues)
jack abbot - a bicurious beta who uses he/him pronouns
assumed to be an alpha, but its because of his demeanor
has huge big dick energy and can prove it
doesn't wear scent patches. robby has taken it upon himself to scent abbot when needed
offers a calming presence to the chaotic night shift
mentors mohan on being an beta in the pitt
baran al-hashimi - a pansexual alpha who uses she/her pronouns
spent several years learning about ABO dynamics. wants to close the disparity gap in hospital treatments
treats everyone in the ED equally. disregards secondary genders
wears patches because her scent can be overpowering
taken. remarried to her current partner for 2+ years. has no preference in their secondary gender
john shen - a demisexual demiboy omega who uses they/him pronouns
looooves being an omega. it's satisfying watching the hooro on people's faces when he reveals that his job is anttending, and not a nurse.
sing and ready to mingle. goes to various concerts looking for a connection
doesn't wear patches. it's fine since the smell of their dunkin donuts coffee takes over his natural scent
dana evans - a straight alpha who uses she/her pronouns
wears patches at work. wants omegas to be comfortable around her
lowkey wishes she was a beta
married to benji since forever
became a SANE after witnessing how awful ABO stereotypes could be in practice
It's very long so it has to go under a cut but it's worth it
Robby has to be dragged along but he can't say no to Jack
He dresses very casually but does have the bi pride flag on his face
He's usually not one to show off the leg but he does it at Pride
Jack wears a shirt proudly says "Gay Veteran"
He had one that said "Bi Veteran" but it didnt get the sane reaction so he wears the gay one. It makes people madder and this is a man who is just looking for an excuse to punch homophobes
A lot of service members come up to talk to him and they share stories about having to hide and how they eventually came out
Dana wears a free mom hugs shirt. She even calls them kiddo and tells them she's proud of them
Emma is dressed as a little pan fairy. Brendon is not one for Pride so instead he joins the volunteers who stand between the protestors and the attendees. Every so often Emma runs up to kiss him and giggle and he falls a little more in love
Trinity strong arms Whitaker into taking part in the amateur drag competition
He wins and is pleased and very confuse
Trinity wears lesbian colors like it's going out of style
She and Walsh end up drunkenly making out at the end of the night
Trinity can't look Walsh in the eye for weeks after
Jesse keeps hitting on leather daddies. There's a running bet about how many numbers he can get by the end of the day
Shen and Samira man a booth sponored by the hospital about safe sex practices and hand out condoms
Javadi was going to help them but she keeps getting pulled away for selfies with people who recognize her from tiktok
Frank brings his kids. They love all the free junk and Langdon ends up with like three bags filled with pens and beads and other stuff they'll forget about in 3 days
McKay brings Harrison who ends up corraling the Langdon kids so Frank can have a drink with his co workers in the beer tent
Mel really likes that they have a cool down tent where she can go swing in hammock with some sensory toys and no one judges her
At the end of the night Robby is exhausted and Jack is limping and Robby swears they're not doing this again next year
Jack just laughs because he's already planning their matching outfits
summary: You and Cassie are in a secret relationship, but your coworkers are constantly trying to catch the two of you together and prove their suspicions. OR, 3 times you narrowly avoided getting caught after being interrupted in the worst possible moments + 1 time you finally did.
pairing: cassie mckay x female!reader
word count: 5.4k
a/n: i have been working on this all week, and im so happy its finished, it turned out bigger than i had initially intended it to... but what can i say? i was inspired! hope you guys like it, because i sure did enjoy writing it!
1.
“You’re staring again.”
Cassie barely looked up from where she was leaning against the break room counter, one hand curled loosely around her to go coffee cup. The light of the break room overhead cast a tired sort of glow across her features. The sleeves of her light grey undershirt were pushed up to her elbows, exposing the soft skin of her forearms.
Still, even exhausted, she looked so unfairly good.
“Can you blame me?” she asked, her voice slightly raspy by fatigue.
You felt heat immediately creep up your neck.
You rolled your eyes to try and hide the effect she had on you, as you leaned back against the vending machine, across from where she stood, with your arms crossed loosely over your chest. The break room was empty for once, the door was ajar muffling the sounds of the chaotic ED outside.
“God, you’re impossible,” you muttered.
The corner of Cassie’s mouth twitched upward teasingly.
“And yet,” she started casually, yet lowly in the empty room, setting her coffee down beside her before stepping closer to where you stood, “you still love me.”
Cassie stopped directly in front of you, close enough that you could smell the lingering soft scent of her shampoo mixed with the scent of fresh, warm coffee. One of her hands settled against the vending machine beside your hip, caging you in without really meaning to.
You looked up at her and immediately regretted it. Not because you didn’t like how she was looking at you, but rather that you liked it way too much to maintain a professional posture. The look she was giving you made your stomach flip and your heart beat increase embarrassingly fast against your chest.
“You know, Santos is getting suspicious,” you whispered, your voice quieter now that Cassie was standing so close to you.
Cassie leaned one shoulder lazily against the vending machine you were leaned onto, her eyes still fixed on your face. “Santos is always suspicious about everything,” she said.
You let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, but now she’s interrogating me.”
Cassie lifted her eyebrows in question. “What do you mean?”
“She’s been pressing me about where I’ve been wandering off to most nights.”
At that, Cassie snorted quietly, the sound warm and fond all at once. You watched the corner of her mouth lift slightly before she stepped even closer, if that was even possible, until the front of her scrubs brushed lightly against your own.
“She’s been literally cornering me every chance she gets.” you muttered, lowering your voice despite the fact the break room was empty besides the two of you.
Cassie’s hand then settled against your waist, and her thumb brushed absentmindedly against the fabric of your own undershirt, the small movement was enough to send warmth curling low in the pit of your stomach.
Cassie seemed to notice this immediately, as a faint, knowing smile pulled at the corner of her mouth at your reaction, leading her to lean even closer to you.
“She’s gonna figure it out eventually,” Cassie whispered.
You swallowed hard at her words. “You sound weirdly too okay with that.”
Cassie’s fingers tightened slightly at your waist before sliding just barely beneath the hem of your scrub top, her touch was warm you could feel the heat of her hand straight through your undershirt.
“Maybe I am.” She admitted softly.
Your breath caught embarrassingly fast at that, as you stared straight at her, your faces now inches away from each other. And before you could respond, she kissed you.
Quick at first. Just a brief press of her lips against yours, familiar and warm yet entirely unfair and unprofessional for where the both of you stood. But then, as if automatically, your fingers came to loosely press against the front of her scrub top, and Cassie made that all too familiar quiet sound in the back of her throat, the one that always seemed to destroy your ability to think, against your mouth before kissing you again, deeper this time.
The hand that was on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you closer until your entire body was pressed back against the vending machine. You could still taste the coffee she drank a few minutes ago on her lips. Your breath caught when her hand moved to the hollow of your back pushing your body further into hers.
“Cass…” you murmured against her mouth, slightly out of breath, though you weren’t entirely sure if your words came out sounding like a warning or encouragement.
And judging by the way Cassie kissed you again immediately after, she didn’t know either.
Her hand tightened gently at your waist as she leaned into you, slow and deliberate, savoring the moment before the two of you would be pulled back into work. Your fingers curled into the front of her scrub top instinctively, wrinkling the fabric beneath your hands as her lips moved against yours with lazy confidence, pulling her to you.
God. This was dangerous. But Cassie’s lips were always your undoing.
Then, a low muffled voice echoed down the hallway outside.
Both you and Cassie seemed to wake from the spell you were under and paused for a second, neither of you moving. The voice got louder, closer, as someone was approaching the break room.
After a few moments the door opened wildly, revealing Whitaker.
The both of you jumped apart instantly.
Cassie stepped back first, fast enough to be impressive, grabbing her abandoned coffee cup from the counter like absolutely nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t just been kissing you stupid against the vending machine thirty seconds ago.
Meanwhile, you were trying desperately to calm your heavy breathing before Whitaker noticed anything. Which was difficult considering your heart was still pounding against your chest.
Whitaker stopped mid-step into the room, as if he hadn’t noticed the two of you immediately, completely lost in his own thoughts. Before he blinked rapidly and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to just barge in,” He apologized, awkwardly lifting his hands in surrender. “Did I interrupt something?”
“No,” you answered immediately, perhaps a little too fast.
“Not at all,” Cassie added smoothly, without even looking at him properly as she lifted her coffee cup and took a slow sip.
Whitaker’s gaze flicked between the two of you, slow and uncertain.
You crossed your arms casually, in hopes it looked natural and not like you were actively fighting for your life. Cassie on the other hand looked perfectly composed, like she hadn’t just been pressed against you a minute ago.
“We were just talking,” you added, your voice much steadier this time.
Whitaker visibly relaxed at that. His shoulders dropped just a fraction as the tension started to ease out of him. “Oh, okay.” he said, nodding once, as he glanced at the coffee machine, then back between you two, still mildly hesitant but no longer suspicious. “Cool.”
As Whitaker moved to the coffee machine, Cassie continued sipping her coffee like absolutely nothing had happened. You on the other hand, let out a quiet breath through your nose, moving to slowly uncross your arms, as you pushed off the vending machine.
Carefully, you dared a glance at Cassie, who was already looking at you.
Her expression was calm and composed, apart from the slight barely there smirk at the corner of her mouth.
Your stomach flipped slightly at that. You narrowed your eyes at her, trying but failing to look annoyed. Cassie’s smirk deepened just a fraction in response.
That had been a close one.
2.
You were snuggled together on Cassie’s couch after a draining shift.
Her apartment was dim except for the warm yellow glow of the lamp beside the couch and the flickering light of some random late-night film neither of you were actually paying attention to. Your takeout containers sat abandoned on the coffee table, along with Cassie’s discarded phone and your hospital badge tossed carelessly beside it.
Cassie was stretched over you lazily, one arm braced beside your head while the other rested low against your waist beneath the hem of your shirt. Her hair was slightly messy from your fingers running through it, and her eyes looked heavy with exhaustion despite the small smile lingering on her lips.
“You know,” you murmured against her mouth between kisses, your voice quiet, “we should go on more dates.”
Cassie kissed you again before answering you. “We go on tons of dates,” she mumbled against your lips.
You snorted softly, your fingers sliding through the hair at the back of her neck. “Sneaking sandwiches between hallways at work are not dates.”
Cassie hummed thoughtfully, brushing another kiss against the corner of your mouth before moving lower along your jaw. “It is if we’re together.”
You laughed softly as she kissed your jaw, the sound barely escaping you before dissolving into a quiet breath.
One of your hands came to her back, your fingers sliding underneath her shirt, your palm brushing against the warm skin there. Cassie exhaled quietly as she settled more comfortably against your body. The couch cushions dipped beneath the two of you, as Cassie’s lips moved slowly to your neck, unhurried and warm, sending a shiver down your spine when she bit lightly at your pulse point.
You could feel her smile against your skin at that. One of her hands made its way to your waist, slipping beneath your shirt, her fingertips warm against your side as she caressed your skin.
“Cass—” you whispered breathlessly.
Then, your phone suddenly rang.
Neither of you moved.
Cassie stayed exactly where she was, her mouth still lapping at your skin while her hand tightened slightly at your waist beneath your shirt.
You tilted your head back against the couch with a quiet breath as Cassie moved to kiss against your collarbone, clearly having no intention whatsoever of stopping now that she finally had you alone and all to herself. You reached with one of your hands blindly to the arm of the couch behind you, your fingers fumbling around until you were able to grab your phone.
You glance down at it to check the caller ID.
Whitaker.
You rolled your eyes at the terrible timing Dennis had and tossed your phone somewhere onto the couch beside you without even bothering to check where it had landed, far more focused on the feeling of Cassie’s mouth against your neck than whatever Whitaker possibly wanted right now.
The second your hand returned to the back of Cassie’s neck, she made a soft approving sound against your skin. You barely had time to laugh before she nipped lightly at your collarbone, just enough to make your breath hitch. Your fingers tangled into the soft hair at the nape of her neck, once more.
Then your phone started ringing again from wherever you’d thrown it minutes ago.
Cassie groaned dramatically as she let her head rest tiredly against your shoulder. “Oh my god.”
Your ringtone sounded somewhere from beside you on the couch cushions.
Your hand reluctantly slipped from the back of her neck as you blindly reached for your phone again, fumbling around the cushions until your fingers finally closed around it.
Cassie kept her head against your shoulder, while her thumb brushed lazy circles against your waist beneath your shirt.
This time it wasn’t Whitaker's name that was displayed on your screen. It was Santos. You stared at her name for a second, letting out a sigh. You silenced the call and your phone, and tossed it aside once more.
Your hand came up to stroke Cassie’s cheek as she rested her chin on your shoulder, you regarded her fondly as you told her who had just called you. “It’s just Santos.”
She nodded absentmindedly, and her lips found yours once more, more rushed and impatient this time, as her frustration took over from the constant interruptions the both of you have been having lately. She leaned further into you, deepening the kiss, as one of her arms planted next to your head, holding most of her weight up to keep her from crashing into you. Your legs parted slightly to let her settle closer between them, her body pressing more fully against yours now.
Cassie exhaled softly against your lips when your fingers slipped from the hair at the nape of her neck to the back of her head, and for a second it felt like the rest of the world disappeared entirely.
Until.
Cassie’s phone rang loudly from the coffee table beside the couch.
You both jumped slightly at the sound of it. Cassie closed her eyes briefly and pressed her forehead to yours. She sighed feeling deeply frustrated at the occurring situation. Both your hands came to rest around her waist squeezing softly, holding her while you sighed softly in disappointment as well.
For a second neither of you moved, as her phone kept ringing insistently on top of the coffee table.
Cassie pulled back just enough to glance towards the glowing screen, “It’s Dana.”
You exhaled softly through your nose, tilting your head slightly as one of your hands came up from her waist to brush lightly against the side of her head. “Then you should answer it,” you muttered, leaning in to press a quick but soft kiss to her forehead. “Might be important.”
Cassie let out a small, reluctant huff before finally pushing herself up from you, breaking contact slowly like she didn’t fully want to. She moved across the short space between the couch and the coffee table, to find her phone. Her fingers closed around it, the glow of the screen lighting up her tired features for a moment before she turned back toward you.
You sat up on the couch, bringing your knees to your chest, as one arm came to rest against the couch cushion at your side, to hold your head up to look at Cassie, as she sank back down beside you, with her legs slightly spread as she brought the phone to her ear.
“Yes, Dana?” she said into the phone, voice steady despite everything, while one hand lifted automatically to push her messy bangs back from her face.
Meanwhile, you stared at her.
God, how you loved to stare at her.
At her disheveled hair, a result from your hands running through it. At her shirt, that was all wrinkled from being pressed against you. At her gold chain that dangled around her neck, and the contrast it brought against the faint flush that still lingered on the skin of her neck.
She looked absolutely breathtaking.
You bit your lip as you leaned further into the couch, your eyes fixed on her, completely and shamelessly captivated by her presence.
“No…” Cassie murmured, eyes closing briefly as she listened to Dana on the end of the line. You couldn’t exactly make out Dana’s side of the conversation, just the faint, indistinct chatter through the speaker. So, you took that as your opportunity to slowly straddle her lap, your knees settling comfortably on either side of her hips. Cassie’s hand instinctively came to rest against your thigh, as you leaned in to press kisses down the side of her neck. “I don’t know why she wouldn’t be answering Santos and Whitaker.”
She glanced down at you, as she felt your smirk faintly against the side of her neck, her grip on your thigh tightening just a fraction. “Why?” she asked Dana, even though the answer sat on her lap right there in front of her. “Is everything alright?”
Cassie listened to Dana, her eyes flicking away from you for a second like she was trying to refocus, shoulders subtly straightening. “No,” she said after a beat, her voice steadier again. “I haven’t seen her. She’s probably busy.”
“Tell them she’s probably fine, just doesn’t want to be bothered,” Cassie said into the phone, her voice steady, though her attention kept slipping towards you.
Your hands slid underneath her shirt, your fingers meeting her warm skin once more. Cassie inhaled sharply at the contact, her shoulders tensed above you, her head tipping back slightly as she tried, and failed, to stay focused on what Dana was saying. Her grip on your thigh wandered to your hip, like she needed something to anchor herself with.
“Yeah… look, I gotta go now,” she said suddenly, faster this time, words tumbling out a little rushed. “I’m in the middle of something.”
Cassie’s breath caught against her throat once more, as you moved to press open mouthed kisses to the exposed skin of her neck. “See you tomorrow. You’re welcome. Bye.” She said, and ended the call.
The phone dropped onto the couch beside her without missing a beat, as she let her head fall back against the cushions with a long, frustrated exhale, with her eyes closed.
“So?” you asked her, looking at her through your lashes.
Cassie tilted her head slightly toward you, opening one eye to look at you. “Nothing worth worrying about,” a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she held your gaze. “Where were we?”
Before you could answer her question, her hands slid back to your hips, her grip firm and familiar, pulling you closer until there was no space left between the two of you. Your arms wrapped around her neck, your fingers tangling into her hair once again, her strands still slightly messy from before. Cassie exhaled softly after a particular firm tug, and her nose bumped yours affectionally, before she pulled you in for a particularly hot open-mouthed kiss.
3.
The locker room was empty by the time you finally made it there. As you rolled your shoulders to relive some of the days tension you made your way to your own locker, rummaging through your things.
Cassie slipped into the room sometime later, as she made a bee line to her own locker, and leaned her back onto it with her head tipped back briefly against the cool metal behind her.
You watched her for a second, across the narrow aisle, while pulling your bag from your locker.
“Tired?” you asked her softly.
Cassie cracked one eye open to look at you. “What gave it away?”
You laughed quietly, while slinging your bag over your shoulder. “The fact you look two seconds away from passing out.”
“Hm.” The corner of her mouth twitched faintly, “Could be worse.”
You stepped closer to her, leaning lightly against the locker beside hers. The metal felt cool against your shoulder, and Cassie turned her head slightly to look at you. Even exhausted, there was something about the way she looked at you that always made your stomach flutter.
The sleeves of her long-sleeve undershirt were pushed up to her forearms. Her hair was messy from the days shift. Her gold chain peeked out slightly from beneath the collar of her scrubs when she shifted in her feet.
Cassie's gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes. “You’re staring,” she murmured.
Her voice was low, rough around the edges after a twelve-hour shift and too little sleep.
You leaned your shoulder more firmly against the locker beside hers, you could feel the warm radiating from her body against your upper arm. “It’s your fault,” you said eventually. “You’re too distracting.”
She let out a quiet huff of amusement. “That sounds like a you problem.”
You rolled your eyes immediately, but the smile pulling at your lips ruined any chance you had of looking annoyed.
Without another word, you reached to caress her cheek for the front of your scrubs and tugged you closer until you were standing right in front of her. Her lips brushed yours before you could form a sentence.
Your hands settled instinctively against her hips while Cassie’s slid up to the back of your neck. The kiss lingered for a moment longer than either of you had first intended. It wasn’t rushed, nor desperate, it was the kind of kiss that came after an exhausting shift, it was comfortable, familiar.
The both of you seemed to melt against the other, and you felt Cassie’s hand slip into your hair, her fingertips lightly scratching against your scalp, and you heard yourself hum against her lips. A quiet laugh escaped her when she felt the reaction she got out of you.
As the both of you pulled back for air, Cassie’s forehead found yours. Her eyes were soft, as she gazed at you through her lashes, you couldn’t help but smile at her. Then, your hands came up, and gently caught her wrists, that had been around your neck, bringing her hands down to your lips and pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles.
“Let's get you home,” you said softly.
One of your hands went up to cup her cheek, your thumb brushing lightly across her skin before you leaned forward and pressed one last kick kiss to her lips. When you pulled back, Cassie smiled at you.
Then you turned toward your locker, reaching out to close the metal door with a soft clang. But, even then, one of your hands remained linked with Cassie's.
That’s when the locker room door swung open.
Both of you dropped the others hand with an impressive speed.
And in the doorway stood Javadi, who seemed to have stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes were wide behind her exhausted expression as she clearly hadn't expected anyone else to still be there.
For a second, nobody said anything.
Cassie immediately turned toward her locker and reached for her bag as if absolutely nothing had happened seconds before. Like the two of you hadn't just been kissing. Like her fingers weren’t just tangled against your hair.
The metal locker door of Cassie’s locker rattled softly as she grabbed her jacket from the inside, her movements calm and unhurried.
“Sorry,” Victoria said, lingering awkwardly in the doorway. “I didn’t know anyone else was here.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” you answered her immediately.
Victoria blinked at you, and then her tired eyes moved between you and Cassie, clearly picking up on the strange atmosphere hanging in the room, as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Cassie as calm as ever, threw her jacket over one shoulder and slung her bag over the other. “We were just leaving.”
Victoria visibly relaxed at that. Her shoulders dropped slightly, as though Cassie’s answer had solved whatever concern was beginning to form in her head. “Oh, okay.”
Cassie shut her locker door before glancing at you, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly, and then she simply headed towards the exit, seemingly unbothered and calm. As she passed by you, the back of her hand brushed lightly against yours subtly, and quick.
That was enough to make your pulse quicken, and a shiver make its way up your spine. Victoria's gaze followed Cassie toward the door before slowly returning to you with her eyebrows furrowed, looking confused.
You took that as your cue to leave.
“Goodnight, Vic.” You nodded once at her, with a small awkward smile.
Victoria blinked. “...Goodnight?”
But you were already halfway out the door before she could ask whatever questions were currently forming in her head.
+ 1
It happened because Cassie was careless.
The shift had ended horribly late, everyone from day shift was exhausted, or half-delirious, or both. To your luck, both you and Cassie, had the day off tomorrow, so that was a plus. Your apartment was the closest, the one you shared with your two roommates, who also happened to be your coworkers, Santos and Whitaker.
So, it became the obvious choice without much discussion, as you’d reassured Cassie that both Dennis and Trinity wouldn’t be home until the very early hours of the next morning. Since, Santos was going out with some of the day shift crew to the karaoke bar nearby, and Whitaker was going to Amy’s for something farm-related you couldn’t quite remember and were too tired to care.
Which meant you had the place all to yourselves for the rest of the night.
The two of you barely made it past your bedroom door before exhaustion completely caught up to you both. Your clothes were swapped for much more comfortable ones, and your bed immediately became the only thing that mattered in the world. Cassie curled around you as soon as the both of you collapsed onto the bed, one of her arms slid around your waist, pulling your back into her chest, her body was warm and solid against your own.
By the time you stirred awake, the room was brighter.
You opened your eyes slowly, still half caught in sleep, your body heavy and warm under the blankets. Your room was slightly illuminated by the half-opened blinds you’d been too tired to close last night. Something warm and strong was pressed to your back, an arm slung around your waist, its grip tightening ever so slightly as you stirred, pulling you further into the warmth.
You exhaled softly, relishing on the feeling of Cassie’s body wrapped around yours. You turned carefully onto your side, so you could face her. Cassie was still asleep. Her hair was all over the place, her expression completely unguarded, she looked so peaceful right there and then, that it made your heart flutter.
“Stop staring,” Cassie mumbled, with her voice rough with sleep, and her eyes still closed. “and go back to sleep.”
You huffed a quiet laugh under your breath, shifting a little closer without thinking, letting your forehead rest against hers. Her arm tightened around your waist in response, pulling you closer like she was trying to drawn you back into sleep with her.
Before you could answer her, the faint hum of the microwave turning on from the kitchen cut through the quiet of the room. And for a second you seemed to recall why you had so suddenly stirred awake. Realization dawned upon you. Your entire body locked as you pushed yourself up slightly on the bed, your eyes darting instinctively toward the bedroom door like it might confirm what you already knew.
Then your gaze drifted to your bedside table.
To your phone.
You tapped it twice to check the time.
“Shit,” you blurted out immediately, fully awake now.
Cassie shifted behind you, an arm still half wrapped around your waist but her grip loosening just enough for you to turn more properly toward her. Strands of her hair were sticking out in every direction across the pillow, her expression slowly shifting from sleepy into utter confusion.
“Cassie, we overslept,” you whispered, already sitting up more as your hands dragged across your face.
Footsteps could be heard from outside your room. You lowered your voice even further, urgency creeping in. “Whitaker and Santos are home already, and they’re up.”
Cassie opened her eyes then, her face still etched with sleep, blinking slowly as she shifted against you. And then, very slowly, she exhaled, before answering your panicked whispers, “Of course they are.”
One of her hands came up to rub at her forehead like she was trying to remain awake. Then she stretched, seemingly completely unbothered by the information you just gave her, as she rolled onto her back with a soft exhale, her other arm still loosely draped over you.
“What time is it?” she asked, voice calm and etched with sleep.
You stared at her for a second before muttering to her that it was almost half past six in the morning.
Cassie didn’t react the way you had expected her to. She just stared up at the ceiling for a second, like she was processing the situation, then gave you a small shrug in response like Whitaker and Santos being home was something mildly inconvenient to the both of you.
“It’s fine,” she said lowly, still perfectly relaxed. “We just wait until they leave for work.”
Your lips parted in surprise at her words. “…You’re way too calm about this.” You murmur.
Cassie looked at you seemingly more awake now, one of her eyebrows lifting slightly at your words. She shifted a little on the mattress, the bedsheets rustling softly as morning light shined across her features through the blinds. “They’re not going to just barge into your room at this time in the morning,” Cassie said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She reached for you again, tugging you back down onto the mattress to lay down next to her. The sheets were still warm, tangled slightly around your legs as you hesitated, half-protesting even as she pulled you closer.
“When they know it’s your day off,” she added, already pressing back into you.
“You underestimate them both,” you muttered, though you still let yourself lie back down beside her.
Cassie made a quiet sound of disagreement, completely unbothered, as one of her hands slid to rest at your hip as she drew you in against her. “You need to relax,” she murmured, as her head dipped into the crook of your neck, her warm breath brushing against your skin as she breathed you in slowly.
“Cassie,” you warned, though it came out weaker than you meant to. “I’m being serious,” you added, shifting slightly against her hold.
She hummed against your skin, before lifting her head to look into your eyes. “So am I.”
And then she kissed you.
It was slow at first, just enough to steal whatever composure you had left in you, before her lips lingered, deepening the kiss. Her hand tightened at your hip as she guided you more firmly onto your back, the mattress dipping with the both of your weight as she followed you down. Cassie’s arm came up to as she braced herself onto the pillow beside your head, holding her weight above you as she pressed her body to yours just right.
One of your hands came up to the back of her hair, fingers tangling against her strands as you tilted your head slightly, letting yourself sink into the feeling of her mouth against yours, slow and warm. Your other hand found its way beneath the hem of her shirt, palm pressing against her back, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing.
By then neither of you were paying attention to your surroundings.
Which was why neither of you noticed the door of your room opening.
“Holy shit,” Santos exclaimed from behind you.
You and Cassie jerked apart at that.
But it was too late already.
Santos stood frozen halfway into the room holding a sweater in her hand.
“What?” You heard Whitaker’s voice ask, as he made his way to the room and peeked over Santo’s shoulder.
You watched as his expression changed in real time, from confusion, to recognition, and then to something between horror and disbelief. Santos, on the other hand, lit up like she’d just won the lottery.
“I knew it!” she practically shouted, pointing triumphantly between the two of you, glancing over at Whitaker to see if he was seeing the same thing she was. Whitaker seemed to not have heard her, as he just stood there with his mouth agape, and his eyes so wide you could’ve sworn they would pop out of his skull.
“Can you knock?!” you blurted, still half sitting up in bed, pointing vaguely at the door.
But Santos didn’t even acknowledge you, as she went and stepped further into the room, to place the sweater she had on her hand on the back of the chair in your room. “Fucking finally.” She said, completely unfazed.
“Let’s go, huckleberry,” she added, already turning back toward the door. “I need to get to work to collect my prize money.”
Whitaker just blinked at her, lowering his head in your direction as an apology, before both of them walked out, pulling the door to your room shut behind them.
You stared at the now closed door.
Then slowly turned your head to the side to look at Cassie. You were still out of breath by the whole situation. And Cassie was still propped on her elbows, her breathing slightly uneven mirroring your own, her hair completely wild. As soon as you’d turned to look at her, she’d let out something between a scoff and a laugh, as she fell back onto the mattress, her hands coming up to run through her hair.
“Well,” she said casually, “guess it’s not a secret anymore.”
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