"my darling, i've hungered for your touch"
based off this request 💌 dana evans masterlist
dana doesn't know you're a little inexperienced with women, you sure don't come across that way. truth is, you were just waiting for the right one <3
tags: 18+, age-gap (late 50s dana, late 20s reader), mutual pining, flirting, divorced!dana, f!reader, dirty talk, first-time-kinda-not-really, fingering, oral, scissoring (yes really), pure filth really
Dana Evans was a confident woman.
The kind of woman who spoke her mind without apology, stood her ground when she needed to, and rarely second-guessed herself. Thirty years as a charge nurse had seen to that. She’d raised three daughters, survived a marriage that had long outlived its happiness, and walked away from it the moment she realised she deserved better. Experience had carved itself into every part of her, from the calm authority in her voice to the dry humour she wielded. Dana had a wicked wit and an even sharper tongue, though anyone lucky enough to work alongside her knew there was never any real bite to it.
You were a fourth-year resident.
Confident enough to hold your own, outspoken enough to get yourself into trouble, and possessed of an unfortunate tendency to deliver a punchline at the most inappropriate times. It was one of the reasons Dana liked you.
The two of you weren’t all that different, bar the twenty five years between you.
“Hey, missy," Dana looked up over the rim of her reading glasses, iPad balanced against one forearm, pen poised between nimble fingers. "You’re needed in trauma two. Twenty-two-year-old from an RTC. Open fracture to the leg. Robby's in there.”
You reached for the sanitiser dispenser as you passed the central hub, coating your hands in the familiar sting of alcohol before rubbing it over every inch of skin.
“Ooh,” you hummed. “Sounds nasty.”
Dana didn’t even look up.
“Oughta liven up my day.”
That earned you a small shake of her head.
“You love it.” You said, emphasising the 'L' with your tongue, walking backwards toward the trauma doors.
Dana finally glanced up, one eyebrow lifting over the top of her glasses.
“Yeah, yeah, go do some work."
“You love it..." you mouthed again slipping into the bay, a smile tugged at the corner of Dana's mouth before she could stop it.
A victory. Small, but yours all the same.
It had become something of a ritual between the two of you. Every shift seemed to begin and end the same way: playful digs across the hub, sarcastic remarks thrown back and forth in passing, and enough shameless flirting to keep the rest of the emergency department thoroughly entertained.
Neither of you ever really acknowledged it, not to one another.
Most evenings you spent alone.
Unless you were covering the night shift, you’d grab takeout on the way home, eat it with your hair piled into a messy bun and an oversized tee, letting Friends play from your laptop while you doomscrolled through your phone. You’d seen every episode enough times to recite half the dialogue, but the familiarity filled the apartment with just enough noise to stop it feeling empty.
Dana’s evenings were rarely predictable.
Some nights she’d sit at the end of a bar with a huge glass of chardonnay, other nights she’d be at home, putting her culinary skills to good use with music drifting through the house. It was never particularly quiet there, even if she was the only one left in it after the divorce and her daughters had long since flown the nest.
She mentioned dates every now and then at work. Casually. Without fanfare or apology. She never seemed to be looking for anyone which somehow made you want her attention even more.
You didn’t know Dana pre-divorce, or before the emergency department collectively discovered she liked women.
Princess had filled you in on that, on your very first day, right after your newbie interrogation, she slipped the information into one of her characteristically unprofessional introductions.
“That’s Dana. Don’t piss her off. Oh, and she’s into women, just like you. So try not to fall in love with her.”
You’d laughed. Then you’d looked.
Your eyes lingered on the claw clip twisted through her silvery blonde hair, the double pierced ears, faint tattoos wrapping around her forearms whenever she rolled her sleeves up.
Slowly, she slipped her glasses from the bridge of her nose and looked you up and down from across the department.
That was a year ago and you'd become friends since then. Somehow completely avoiding the huge elephant in the room; your obvious heart eyes for one another.
On a restless evening, you'd text her.
You: ugh can't sleeeeeeep
Dana: Have you tried closing your eyes?
You: amazing four years of med school and that’s the advice i needed
Dana: Happy to help, doc x
She'd smile at her screen the entire time.
So really, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when Dana asked if you wanted a drink after your shift.
She’d said it so casually, leaning against the hub while signing off the last of her paperwork to Lena, that for a second you wondered whether half the day shift were about to join you.
The two of you were tucked into a worn leather booth at the back of a dimly lit bar, hidden from the Friday night crowd. The table was sticky with condensation rings and the remains of the tequila you’d insisted on buying after beer number three had made you both far too confident.
At some point, her foot brushed against your calf beneath the table. Neither of you moved away.
She was sitting with her chin resting against her hand, watching you over the rim of her glass with an expression you couldn’t quite decipher. The same look she’d given you across the emergency department a year ago, the one that had left you flustered for the rest of your shift and Dana on your mind for days to come.
“You’re somethin, you know that?”
You let out a quiet laugh, taking another sip of your beer to hide the smile threatening to spread across your face.
“Oh,” Dana teased, one eyebrow lifting. “So she’s modest.”
You shrugged, your head pleasantly light from the alcohol. “I don’t like to brag.”
A smile curled at the corner of her mouth. Her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before dropping briefly to your lips and back again.
“So…” She tilted her head ever so slightly. “Can I kiss you?”
She asked it as though she were asking for the time. Calm and certain, giving you every opportunity to say no.
You’d imagined kissing Dana more times than you cared to admit, but somehow nothing had prepared you for her actually asking.
Your eyes dropped to her mouth. She caught you. Lips parted, a broken breath caught at the back of your throat. You whispered the quietest yes before her taste was on your tongue. A kiss so slow and soft, it made your belly flutter in complete desire. Her hand found its way to your cheek, steadying you both. She tasted like salt and lime, her tongue dragging wet and hot along your bottom lip til it was licking into you, heavier, deeper.
"We—" dana panted, pulling back to rest her forehead against yours, "should probably get outta here...if you want to."
You nodded, remembering your surroundings. Despite the dim lighting and smoky air, you'd turned a few heads, caught a few eyes in your dizzying drunken make out. "I want to."
Dana's lips peppered your skin like that of a desperate woman. Barely through the door threshold, she was tugging the bag from your shoulder, pulling your undershirt over your head and discarding it along with your jacket and scrub top on the floor.
"Wanted you f'so long," she breathed hard. "so fuckin long..."
It was hard not to fall apart in her arms, to moan straight into the kiss and let her swallow it. You'd thought about this too many times, how she'd taste, how she'd feel under you. The fantasies plagued your brain til you gave in, fingers working between your legs on a night, coming to the thought of her mouth finishing you off instead. She was the only one you thought of.
"Yeah? How long?" Your fingers played along the hem of her scrubpants, tugging on the knot of the drawstrings as she pulled you into the living room.
"Day you started," she mumbled, "couldn't stop starting at these tits under your scrubs..."
"Pervert..." you felt her lips curl into a grin at your playful gasp, the dance of fingertips snaking down your hips.
When she had you straddling her thighs, legs spread and trousers strewn somewhere on the sofa, you felt the dampness soaking mess in your panties. Dana rolled her hips beneath you, urging yours to roll with her. She snaked her hands up your thighs, from knee to—
"Wait." Your hands landed atop hers.
Dana's eyes widened, sitting up ever so slightly. "You okay?"
You nodded. "Yeah, it's just, I uh..." the words didn't come easy, not as if they needed to when your eyes told her the whole story anyway.
"You've never done this before." Dana stated in realisation.
You shook your head, your silence not out of embarrassment; you weren't ashamed that it never felt right with anybody else. "Well, I've done some things, just...never this."
You couldn't tell if Dana wanted to hug, kiss or fuck you til you couldn't see straight. Her eyes darkened, bottom lip nipped between teeth. "Is that so?"
"Mhm. I've done this—" you pulled Dana's hand to cup the swell of your tit, circling it til she was doing it of her own accord.
"—and this—" you pulled her hand lower, trailing down your stomach, not stopping until she was cupping your clothed pussy. Again, her fingers started to work on their own, rubbbing slowly at the damp patch front and central.
"What about this?" Her middle finger hooked into your panties, pulling them to the side. The same finger slid through your sodden folds, spreading the wetness up to your clit and back before sinking deep into your hole.
You shook your head, lips pursed to contain the barrage of moans threatening to spill out.
"No?" Dana sat forward, one hand supporting your lower back when your ass dipped a little in the gap of her legs. It snaked back to pull the cup of your bra down, "This?" Her tongue came out to swirl against your nipple, sucking it in, eyes fixed on you from below.
"Fuck, Dana— oh my god" she remembered the finger buried in your cunt, moving it again, in and out, curling deep while her tongue still worked your nipple. "That's so g-good..."
She slipped another digit in with ease, slick noises squelching with each slam of her wrist. It was enough to draw a moan against your chest, mumbling "you're so wet" as if she was completely unaware of how bad she'd been working you up. "you gonna let me fuck you? Properly?"
Within seconds, you were flipped onto your back against the sofa cushions. Panties peeled away, legs flung over Dana's shoulders as she buried her head between them. Your hand flew to her hair when you felt the first swipe of her tongue, licking you from bottom to top.
"Jesus— fuck." Your grip tightened when she found your clit, tip of her tongue flicking over it til you were bucking against her face.
"You like that honey?" She teased a finger at your entrance, "Feel good?" sinking it deep inside when she heard your pathetic attempt at a reply.
Dana worked you up harder than you'd ever done yourself, fucking you deep, eating you like she'd found her new favourite taste. She had. Her fingers worked in desperation, tongue on fire as your back arched into the couch. Your vision blurred too much to see Dana's free hand snake below her own waistband, getting off on your whimpers.
You looked down when you heard her.
"Fuck, are you— are you touching yourself?"
Dana looked up, chin wet and covered in you. "So good."
"Come here. Please." You tugged at her arm til she was stood, shucking off the remainder of her underwear and scrub pants. Then you laid back, one foot still on the floor, the other hooked over the back cushions as you urged her on top of you.
She knew straight away, climbing onto the couch to lean on one knee, the other on the floor. She pulled your leg over her shoulder, shifting into you til your pussies lined up, the feel of her against you, wet and hot, sticky between the thighs.
They say scissoring isn't all that, unrealistic, better in porn. But when Dana started rubbing her cunt against yours, clits touching, sensitive and needy? It felt so fucking good. Her fingers gripped the back of the sofa til the knuckles paled, circling her hips, your wetness becoming one in the slick mess dripping between you both.
"Don't stop, just like that, oh fuck that's so good..."
"Keep talking, come on, so sexy when you're dirty baby." She panted, hips rocking as your pussy's slid against eachother.
"Yeah? Does it turn you on?" Your fingers dug into her leg. "Making me so wet?"
"Shit—" her head dropped, eyes screwed shut.
"You gonna cum Dana?" You mirrored her movements. "Gonna cum all over my pussy?"
Her hips jolted, breathing rapid and shallow. "Cum with me, so close baby, cum with me."
Her commands snapped the band in your stomach, a gush of wetness spread between you. You weren't sure if it came from your cunt or hers but it felt good, the pressure, the release, Dana crashing on top of you when the wave finally passed.
"Jesus Christ," she breathed into the crook of your neck. "haven't cum that hard in... fuck, ever."
Neither had you. You'd never cum by anyone else's hand and fuck, Dana had just set the bar impossibly high.
