i loved you, i wore you out | robby/collins (the pitt)
Only half-thinking, Heather touched his face, smoothed the pad of her thumb over his cheekbone, and Robby sucked in a shaky breath. “I want to kiss you,” he said, then, his voice rough, and Heather felt desire shoot through her, heat piercing her gut. He leaned closer, and she didn’t move and he said, “I want to, I want to—” practically a whisper, his lips inches from hers. She could taste him, could close her eyes and feel it, his mouth still as familiar to her as her own.
“Not a good idea,” Heather said, even as something low and urgent in her body yanked her closer to him, like a rope, a lasso. Her hand moved to below Robby’s jaw and she felt his heartbeat at his carotid, a fast, heavy throb under her fingertips.
“Stop taking my pulse, Dr. Collins.” The words came out soft, a joke without the cadence of one, and then he was pressing his lips to her neck, just below her ear.
18k words | chapter 2/4 (ongoing) | explicit
relationships: robby/collins, robby & abbot, robby & dana, collins & dana, collins & abbot, minor abbot/walsh
tags: angst, smut, romance, boss/employee relationship, not friends not lovers but a secret third thing, oral sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, dry humping, thigh-riding, car sex, emotional hurt/comfort, grief, sharing a bed
content warnings: covid-19 pandemic, canonical character death, implied/reference abortion, implied/referenced miscarriage, suicidal ideation, panic attacks, implied/referenced gun violence, medical procedures
