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                    “andrew…”  his name sounds like a prayer and a whimper leaving her lips,  and somewhere april knows that she definitely shouldn’t be moaning out his name within the walls of the hospital they both work at,  but she’s just glad it’s his first name,  that it’s common enough that there had to be others in the hospital,  and that her voice comes out so raspy it’s nearly difficult for herself to identify it as her own.  the teeth in her neck prove to be a slight surprise,  more than what she was expecting.  she’d never had that done to her before but she knows immediately that she wants to do it again,  that she’d be in admiration of the bite marks left in her skin in the coming hours and days.  her own teeth dig hard into her bottom lip in an attempt to shut herself up,  but she’s so close and she doesn’t know how he’s managed to push her there so quickly.  thighs shake and tremble against his hips and she’s glad to be held up by him.  there wasn’t a point in trying to hold off,  though,  this was supposed to be fast and satisfying,  compensation.  april allows herself to bask and embrace it,  succumbs to the will of her body.  her hips twitch against his,  inner walls spasming and squeezing around his length,  yearning for his finish.

holding out proves difficult as her thighs tightened around him a last time, body broadcasting everything. her movements, twitches and gasps were enough to push him over his own edge, having to pull his mouth away lest he break skin in the heat of the moment. it crystalizes what was so intoxicating about this strange relationship they were forming; worries, thoughts, feeling, ingored in favour of having their connection consume him entirely for just a few seconds. it passes all to quickly, leaving him breathless and sweaty, forehead resting against her shoulder as he tried to gather himself again. pull his thoughts together enough to form a coherent sentence. concern surfaces again, the intern already preparing himself to deal with any rejection but hoping - hoping she'd feel as elated as he did. drawing his head back, cracking his neck like he'd just finished a workout, not a clandestine hookup, he lets his eyes fall on her face, trying to analyze how she felt. keeping his grin at bay until he knew it would be welcome, biting his tongue to prevent some cheeky remark popping out.

                    the exam table is suddenly gone from behind her and april realizes what he’s done.  a laugh slips out,  joyous and relaxed,  the emotion rippling through her and her face flushes with the joy,  grateful for his enthusiasm.  it’s hot.  god,  it’s really hot.  her thighs squeeze around him tighter and she allows herself to bask in it,  feeling the warmth inside of her only rise and spread throughout every cell of her body.  one arm wraps around his neck to make it easier for him to keep her upright,  not that it’s particularly difficult given her small stature and his obvious muscles and the adrenaline pumping through the both of them.  a louder moan escapes her lips even as she knows that they both need to try and be quiet but he’s making it harder and harder with each passing thrust and each deep movement inside of her.  but she doesn’t try to muffle herself against his skin.  instead,  she arches her back more into him,  breasts pressing harder into his chest,  and lifting up her chin to extend the length of her neck for him,  trying to give him every square inch of her body she had to offer.

finish line in sight, feeling the twitches indicating his own restraint was waning. somehow he'd reached the edge she'd left him on before in minutes. too proud to be a cliche, to be the boy who came too fast, the intern renewed his resolve. he wanted her first, wanted to demand she give in to him first. there was no competition in it, no struggle. practice had given him not only the skills to hold out, but the talent to force her to the same edge. teeth dig into her soft flesh, surely adding deep purple bruises to the mess he'd already made, his breathing a mix of gasps and her name turned growl. fingernails closer to breaking skin where ever his hands hungered for her, uncaring for the potential to leave thin red crescents. muscles tense and pull, grip enough to slide her body however he wants to. enough to push her as close to the edge as he wants her.

                    the feeling is enough to put away any sense of guilt.  her body accommodates to his size with the short pause and when he finally moves inside of her,  the timing is near perfect.  something about feeling his moan against her lips delights her,  assures her that he wanted and already enjoyed this just as much as she did.  his statement is sweet but she hardly takes the time to really think about it,  barely shaking her head.  “no,  don’t stop.”  it’s not quite fierce enough to be an order like her previous words to him had been,  but more pleading and desperate for him to ravage her.  a primitive piece of her like to feel like some kind of anti-feminist drivel,  to know what it means to be under his authority.  the desire seems like a contrast to who he knows her as,  but she’s comfortable giving him both the knowledge and power over her.  her hands run down the muscles of his back,  and it’s gentle,  the tension in the movements and control it took to not hurt her tangible.  but she wants the soreness and the hands tight enough to leave marks,  legs wrapping high around his waist and ankles crossing behind him.

every beg, every whimper drives him, wood to the fire they were sure to burn up in. he's still careful, with every movement comes a little more experience. knowing a little better how to avoid causing her the wrong kind of ache. a shift, a step, and a hand finds its way to grip between her neck and shoulder. lay her weight against his strong arms and dig his fingernails into the skin just enough to mark. he can pull away from the table now, not missing a beat of their intimacy as they become free standing. a old move, holding a girl up with they fucked, but he has no doubt she's the kind with a soft spot for it, and enjoys the precise control it give him. both of their movements - where he was hitting, how hard he was pressing - and of her entirely. wrapped in his arms, barely able to escape if she wanted to. the ache of a week ago is hot in his gut, pushing him closer with every gasp. lips roam again, like a habit he can't break, before finding a pulsepoint on the side of her neck. free hand slips to grip her ass, enabling him to drive his actions rougher. sealing against her neck almost to muffle his own moans, knowing they couldn't be too loud, the intern pulled against the flesh again, familiar with the hickey he was about to give her. loving it; loving marking her, the  dominance of it.

                    another round of blush hits her cheeks,  and april can’t be sure if it’s from the simple word that escapes his lips,  or seeing him completely for the first time.  a wave of insecurity is brief but not induced by the vague nature of his comment,  but instead by the sight of them,  realizing she hasn’t done anything like this in months and she’s not sure if he’ll be able to tell and think differently of her.  but it’s a fear that’s swallowed and conquered by his hands and his mouth,  gentle but needy noises escaping her lips as she finds herself less and less inclined to wait,  foreplay no longer needed for her,  her body already feeling prepared enough for them to become one.  her hands run down his chest,  nails barely scraping against his skin and slip around to his back,  determined to keep him as close as possible to him.  when his lips are on hers again,  she can feel him pressed up against her and teasing the both of them,  but doesn’t have the patient to take it.  april shifts her hips quickly and pushes them to where they both want it,  a deep moan muffled by his mouth as she takes him inside of her.  it feels like a stretch but it’s good enough,  but she’s craving it and him enough,  that she can’t find it in her to mind.

aching, etched over his features. in the way his pulse raced, the way his breathing choked in his throat. hands slide gently up her back, one holding the weight of her body, other keeping her steady as he rolled his hips slowly. a gentle first movement, bringing a low moan to reverberate against her lips, verbalizing his need. still gentle, still slow, the intern pulls their lips apart to murmur near her ear, sliding his hips back til only a tease remains connecting them "say the word and i'll stop." not an offer to be taken up immediately, but a warning. reminding her that even though his body was totally dominating hers, she could still reach out and grab control if she needed.  a final kiss, pressed to her temple, and the intern pulls her down onto him, near inhuman sounds escaping as he found rhythm in the movement. found ability to focus on nothing but the places he couldn't tell where he ended and she started.

                    thighs tighten around his hips when the ground is removed from beneath her and she can feel the temptation pressing against her,  body aching as it grew more and more frustrated with the few clothes that still remained between them and what they really wanted.  the ache was nearly painful,  particularly in contrast to the kisses and touches that seemed nearly surreal,  and grows when their lips part again,  nearly dazed when her eyes reopen to find his on hers already.  april instinctively knows what he’s asking.  they were both adults,  and the next step is too obvious.  she wants to reach down between their hips and be bold with her answer,  too wrap her hand around him and show him just how sure she was now,  but it’s too difficult with the way she’s held against him and her own unwillingness to add any space between the both of them.  april nods her head with nearly too much enthusiasm for him,  pressing her lips hard against his for a surprisingly short moment before words fall from her lips.  “take off your pants,  deluca.”  a command as if she were somehow in charge here,  when it’s clear this was one area where she was so obviously not,  but there’s one never changing thing about april kepner:  she knows what she wants.

breaths already hungry, heavy under his breath as he shucks the scrub pants off, aware of how clearly outlined his underwear must make his desire. it's the first time he even considers covering himself up, but then his eyes flicker up, catching on her body as he leans up from tugging his remaining clothes off. "woah." spoken quietly, but feeling like he shouted it from the rooftops. he should say more, should shower her in the compliments she deserves. but he's rendered speechless, unable to bring his lips to do anything other than swarm her body again. roam, find every sensitive place she'll let him at and kiss, bite, suck, burn into her. hands, firm and rough against the silk skin of her thighs, slide up, over her hips, to her back again. holding her steady and leaning her back. rushing, wanting more, wanting her, wanting-- wanting it all. now. they'd had enough foreplay last week, and a small voice in the back of his mind reminds him they're on borrowed time. the heat between them like wildfire over skin that should chill but instead is electric. lips meet hers again and suddenly he's pressing against there, ready to cross the line in the sand. aching, aching to feel her shift and push them across.

                    instead her thoughts are consumed with the hands on her,  the short backwards steps until there’s no more room for her to walk.  her lungs burn for oxygen and there’s a brief moment of relief when they separate as she sucks in the cool air,  chest already rising rapidly as she made an attempt to compensate for the lack of breathing.  it’s not the first time that she’s seen him shirtless but it’s still just as satisfying,  a greedy hand reaching out to run over the defined muscles of his abdomen.  his cockiness doesn’t bother her,  it nearly has the opposite effect of her,  a corner of her mouth pulling upward.  “mmhm,”  she hums in agreement,  not quite as good with the cocky or sexy comments.  her hand returns to herself as both work to quickly unbutton her own blouse,  momentarily cursing herself for her own choice in top as it feels like it’s taking nearly forever to get the damn cotton material off her frame.  fingers deftly reach the last button and she’s quick to get the shirt off of her completely,  letting it drop as her hands find his shoulders,  pulling him back down for a kiss.

not waiting to check with her, andrew pushes on, wanting more. his hands are fast, skimming over her back and up to make light work of her bra clasp. that's the point where most girls reconsider him - just how quickly he can work them out of their clothes. it's muscle memory for him, the same as it is to part aprils lips, drive the kiss and feel the heat of her mouth. hands shift, tugging to let the last piece of fabric separating their chests drop, before finding their way back to her ass. he pauses for a moment, reminding himself not to be too rough, before lifting her, pressed between his chest and hands. he'd only meant to move her onto the exam bed, but holding her like that pressed them against each other in a way he couldn't ignore. trapped in the feeling for a minute, irritated at the fabric still separating them, andrew shifts her on his hips. makes sure she can feel why there's no blood in his brain. lips break from hers and he pulls back, knowing the distraction of desire is burning in his eyes as he meets her. raising an eyebrow, its silent bar greedy breaths, the way he pauses one last time to be sure. to give her a last chance to escape before they took it further than last time.

                    the space between them is gone and it’s the same intense heat that she’d felt with him a week ago.  his hands on her hips feel nearly tame as she can feel her pulse pick up a few beats,  color no doubt rising to her cheeks again in a way far preferable to her prior embarrassment.  her hands go to his chest,  immediately balling the light blue fabric within her small fists.  red hair falls to the side as she tilts her head to the side as if luring him to the soft skin of her neck,  but it’s a short-lived tease as she moves her head to kiss him,  lips moving against his familiar ones.  memory has already started to fill in the holes and put her at ease around him,  there’s no need to be careful or try and tiptoe around things,  the only thing they have to worry about is not being too loud with people on the other side of the walls and door.  then she offers a verbal answer,  “i’m feeling pretty lucky.”  a tease,  nearly cliche enough that it’s a laughable response,  but the humor of it is lost of her,  focus having entirely shifted to him and the way she feels pressed up against his body.

her answer is short, but enough. even if he had enough blood left in his brain to worry about it, he wouldn't. they were in an exam room specializing in dealing with the kind of things that could go wrong. concerns dealt with, he could focus on the way she tasted on his lips. could shrug off the lab coat and let his hands creep to the grip seat of her jeans, fingers on fire against the denim. desire urges him to slip under the clothing, but eyes dart to the door again, the lock staring him down like an omen. he should - he should lock it, but he can't. can't risk having her escape his embrace again. head shifts, initiating another passionate kiss, and he's moving them, walking her backwards towards the exam bed, unstopping til he can feel the edge of it against his fingers. hands move of their own accord, tugging the collar of his scrub shirt until he's forced to break the kiss to slip it over his head. doesn't return his lips immediately though, pulling back a fraction to let her take in the hard work etched against his torso muscles. "like what you see?" the comment slips out before he can stop it, cocky and playful.

                   “yeah.  i was.”  ugh.  “but it’s not a big deal,  okay?”  april’s only grateful that she doesn’t go on to explain the solution,  or that jackson was the only man that she had ever slept with thus far.  somehow her tongue stills enough to not share that detail.  it didn’t seem right to remind him of that,  or to plant more ideas in his brain about what their night together may have or may have not meant to her.  she’s too scared herself to put down anything on it out of the assumption that it hadn’t meant much for him,  and certainly far too scared to consider asking.  but at least he seems interested in continuing what they’d started.  she’s not sure if it’s some pent up frustration  ( because lord knew,  she had that,  too )  or something else going on his mind.  her tongue briefly appears as she wets both of her lips and finds her mouth drier than what she’s expecting,  but she tries to play it cool.  “well,  that depends…”  her voice trails off with the brief pause,  thin eyebrows raising.  there’s nothing more she wants than to kiss him and feel his hands all over her again,  but she wants him to initiate.  “do you think you’ll be able to finish whatever you start this time?”  it’s slightly more than a teasing question,  an edge of seriousness as she seeks out how concerned he may have been about the scar across her stomach,  but her tone still remains light.

she returns his challenge, his tease, effortlessly. his mind flicks back to earlier, when they'd first laid eyes on each other in the hospital. doubt of her words danced around them, hesitant to fully believe her affirmation of health and healing. her question rings in his ears though, pushing him to ignore his own concerns. something about being in these halls, where she was his boss, made it harder to push back - harder to try and feel like he even wanted to push back. lip pulled tight between his teeth for a second, he finally closes the space between their bodies. she's fire under him as he slips hands to her hips and it takes more restraint than it should to not immediately begin working her jeans off. restraint not to throw her onto the exam bed and have his way. firm, his words are rushed into her ear. "do you think you can handle it?" a flirt, a proposition, to hide the question she must know needs to be asked. like hiding medicine in candy. he doesn't wait for her answer before his lips make contact, burning against her jawline.

                    “that’s not what i wanted you to think.  trust me,  i’m not that kind of girl.  i’m nowhere near that girl.  i’m the girl who stays a virgin till she’s a fifth year at twenty-nine and loses it right before taking her boards and then fails her boards and then tries to revirginize again after she loses her job and prays to a justin-timberlake-jesus.”  the words come flying out too quickly for her to be able to reel back the ramble in an attempt to overcompensate for how he’d been feeling in the past week,  but she’s quick to realize that it was far too much information for someone who had not known her that long.  cheek flush with color and only manage to turn even redder when he teases her about the night,  glancing down and away for a moment in a weak attempt to try and lose some of the redness that stained her cheeks.  “yeah,  except,  i’m pretty sure you had to get me to stop.”  she points out as she looks back up at him,  taking a small step forward in a natural motion.  a corner of her cheek pulls up in a way that she can’t fight.  “you’re supposed to be working.”

"wait, wait, hold on." the intern throws his hands up ready to defend himself against her reaction, hoping his contained laughter can’t be heard in his voice. "you were a virgin until twenty nine?" the emphasis is heavy on the age, forcing his eyes wide. he waits a beat for her response, unable to imagine being a virgin still, let alone going another two years without. it was a christian thing, surely - she was a much more devout christian than he. he wanted to push it, remind her she was a virgin for longer than he's been alive, but he leaves it for now. saves it to tease her later, now that he had a inkling there might be a later. eyes strayed to her cheeks, grinning at the blush. enjoying teasing her, playful  but loaded. she was moving like him, inching closer as they spoke, like she felt the same desire that was growing in his chest. "no ones going to die if i deliver a form twenty minutes late, y'know." the words are gentle but communicate exactly what he means. what he wants. this time he's bolder, closing the distance between the two. untouching, but close enough to breath her in, feel the heat of her body. eyes cycle between hers, the lock on the door, and the lips he wanted to revisit. he wants, more than anything, to lean down and reconnect them, but hesitates, needing confirmation. "just say the word, dr kepner"

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction

                    “i don’t remember.”  april admits after a quiet pause. she had a general idea of what she’d written,  sure,  but it’d been a week ago and she was tired and in a hurry,  it hadn’t been anything that she’d bothered to try and commit into memory.  “i  mean,  it wasn’t anything…  dirty,  if that’s what you’re thinking.”  there’s another pause after the words leave her mouth,  brows furrowing and analyzing his face to try and figure out if that’s what he had been expecting out of her.  “i was tired,  i was in a rush  ––  i don’t remember what it said.  i don’t think i put my name on the bottom.  i just put that i had to go take my pills and that i was sorry for leaving without waking you first.”  she hopes,  she crosses her fingers like a child,  and she prays that she hadn’t put her name.  if she had,  arizona would have said something to her about it,  right?  that would have been in the normal realm of behavior for the blonde.  another moment passes before the question that’s really itching at her nerves finally comes out.  “did you think i’d just leave without a word?”

"you did." no anger in blunt words, eyes meet hers. more than anything, he wishes it was like that night. that they could read each other in lip twitches and heartbeats again. despite their closeness, despite being able to tug her into his arms if he wanted, they felt miles apart. "i mean, that's what it seemed like, all week." soft, he doesn't delay too much before the follow up. doesn't want to see the guilt or whatever she felt wash over her face. over and over he repeats to himself, it wasn't her fault, she didn’t leave. he believes it, at least enough for now. even reasons - if she didn't leave a note, and regretted it, covering it up as she was now, then she deserved a second chance. that's what they'd given each other that night, a chance to be something different. train of thought deciding how he’d feel, he pressed on. another step closer, her scent burning in his nostrils. the interns rolls his lips into his mouth for a second, wetting them. "seemed like you didn't like the time we spent together." audibly teasing, the interns is careful to make his intentions unmistakable. "unless--" he's cocky, confidence in every words, playful expression creeping over his features "unless you wanna prove me wrong?"

                    “there was a note!”  the pitch of her voice rises and her hand flails out into the air wildly,  unable to break her habits even when she tried.  the redhead takes a deep breath to try and calm herself.  “i left a note right by the coffee maker. i wasn’t trying to pretend that it didn’t happen,  andrew.  it happened.  that hickey was freaking huge.”  the last comment isn’t quite intended to fly from her lips half as freely as it does,  and color barely rises to her cheeks with the comment,  only hoping that no one who walked by would be able to overhear her and recognize her voice.  “i’d left my antibiotics and pain meds at home.  i had to leave to go and take them,  andrew.  and i explained all of that in my note.”  she’s very insistent about the existence of it,  her hand coming up to pinch the bridge of the nose to try and contain some of her own irritation.  as she lets out a sigh,  the most likely circumstance finally hits her,  hand dropping back to her sigh as she bites down on her lower lip at the realization.  “––  crap.  arizona must’ve come home and picked it up.  crap.”

he'd all but forgotten the rich mark he'd left over her collarbone, but she-- she must have worn it for days. if he studied her skin hard enough he'd probably still be able to find it. she insists on continuing her verbal self defense, even as the intern quiets his chuckle. there's a beat, where she's irritated and he's gathering his thoughts after the inappropriate laughter, and he can see cogs turning behind her eyes. "i'm telling you, there was no --" his words are too quiet to breach her thoughts and she cuts him off, finally delivering an explanation that makes sense to both of them. he knew arizona had been home; muted tv and clean dishes alerted him to that. "april --" her name, again, again, couldn't help himself. head tilted, the intern can't help but inch closer to her. the ache he'd woken with a week ago not gone, just fading. outweighed by the worry of his room mate being privy to -- "-- what, exactly, did you write?"