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â đđđđđđđ ďź after another exhausting week working at pittsburgh trauma medical hospital , baran quietly admits to trinity that she wants to try something different together . what starts as nervous teasing and a late night phone call quickly spirals into both of them becoming completely addicted to the stranger on the other end of the line . 24.7k
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The apartment always feels strangely quiet after hospital shifts. Not peaceful quiet either. Exhausted quiet. The kind that settles heavily into the walls after twelve straight hours of fluorescent lights, trauma calls, ringing monitors, and people speaking too loudly over each other for an entire day. Baran feels it immediately the second she pushes open the apartment door that night.
The warm yellow light above the stove is already on, casting a soft glow across the kitchen while takeout containers sit forgotten on the counter beside Trinityâs half-empty iced coffee from earlier that morning.
Somebodyâs abandoned hoodie hangs over the back of the couch. A pair of sneakers rests crookedly beside the front door because neither of them ever remembers to put their shoes away properly after shifts anymore.
The television plays quietly in the background even though nobody is actually watching it, some random late night cooking show murmuring softly through the apartment while the city glows faintly outside the windows.
The entire place smells faintly like leftover takeout, laundry detergent, and Trinityâs vanilla perfume lingering somewhere in the air. Usually coming home makes Baran feel lighter immediately. Tonight she just feels tired all the way through her bones.
Trinity is already sprawled across the couch by the time Baran walks fully into the living room. One leg hangs lazily over the side of the cushions while her head rests against the armrest beneath a blanket she clearly dragged out halfway through trying to stay awake.
Sheâs still wearing her hospital scrubs too, dark blue fabric wrinkled from the shift while her curls spill messily across the pillow beneath her head. The second Baran walks into the room, Trinity glances up from her phone without moving anything except her eyes.
âYou look dead,â she mutters tiredly. Baran lets out a soft laugh beneath her breath while dropping her bag onto the kitchen counter harder than she means to. âFeel dead,â she answers quietly before finally kicking off her shoes beside the door.
Everything about their relationship has always looked like this. Tired affection. Shared exhaustion. Late nights spent half conscious together after brutal shifts at The Pitt.
Neither of them are particularly good at slowing down on their own, which is probably why they work so well together in the first place. Trinity forces Baran to laugh more, while Baran somehow keeps Trinity from completely self destructing every time work gets bad.
Sometimes Baran still thinks about the first day they met at the hospital. Trinity had been arguing with one of the attendings loud enough for half the emergency department to hear her while Baran stood nearby trying very hard not to laugh. Something about Trinity had immediately pulled people toward her back then.
The confidence. The attitude. The way she carried herself like she owned every room she walked into even while surviving off terrible cafeteria coffee and two hours of sleep.
Baran remembers thinking she looked exhausting. Then Trinity turned around halfway through the argument, caught Baran smiling to herself, and pointed directly at her in the middle of the hallway.
âYou,â sheâd said immediately. âYou think Iâm right.â Baran still remembers laughing out loud for the first time during that awful shift because of it.
After that, Trinity kept finding reasons to end up around her constantly. Sitting beside her during charting. Stealing drinks from her coffee cup. Showing up in radiology for absolutely no reason except apparently wanting to annoy her specifically.
Now, almost two years later, their entire lives seem stitched together so tightly that Baran sometimes forgets there was ever a point where Trinity didnât exist inside every part of her routine. There are traces of her everywhere inside the apartment. Trinityâs rings sitting forgotten beside the bathroom sink.
Trinityâs jackets hanging over chairs instead of actual coat hooks. Trinityâs handwriting scribbled messily across sticky notes left on the fridge reminding Baran to eat something before work. Baran notices all of it automatically every time she comes home.
Especially tonight. She quietly grabs two bottles of water from the fridge before finally moving toward the couch where Trinity immediately lifts the blanket wordlessly in invitation.
Baran settles beside her with a long exhausted sigh, body sinking heavily into the cushions while Trinity instantly leans sideways against her shoulder like muscle memory. The warmth of her body settles comfortably against Baranâs side.
Neither of them speak for a while after that. The cooking show continues talking softly in the background while traffic hums faintly somewhere far below the apartment windows.
Baran stares quietly toward the television without really watching it. Her body aches everywhere tonight. Her shoulders feel tight from stress while exhaustion drags heavily behind her eyes after another brutal shift at the hospital. There had been too many patients today. Too many families crying in waiting rooms.
Too many moments where somebody looked at Baran like she personally held their entire life in her hands. She normally carries the pressure well, but lately it feels like work follows both her and Trinity home more often than it used to.
Even now she can feel it sitting between them beneath the quiet comfort of the apartment. Trinity notices too.
Baran knows she does because after a few more minutes, Trinity slowly lowers her phone onto her chest before finally glancing sideways toward her properly. âYouâre doing that thing again,â Trinity murmurs quietly.
Baran blinks once. âWhat thing?â Trinity shifts slightly closer beneath the blanket while studying her face carefully. âThe thing where you get all weirdly quiet when somethingâs bothering you.â
Baran lets out another soft breath while rubbing tiredly at one eye. The truth is she doesnât fully know how to explain the feeling sitting inside her chest tonight. It isnât unhappiness exactly. She loves Trinity more than anything. Loves this apartment. Loves the life theyâve built together between exhausting shifts and stolen mornings and late night takeout dinners on the couch.
But lately something has felt missing too. Not emotionally. Physically maybe. Intimately. Somewhere between surviving endless hospital shifts and collapsing into bed half asleep every night, both of them have quietly fallen into routine without meaning to. Baran misses feeling wanted sometimes.
Misses the excitement they used to carry around each other during the beginning of their relationship when even a glance across the trauma bay could make Trinity smirk at her for the rest of the shift. The realisation sits heavily in Baranâs chest while Trinity watches her carefully beside her beneath the blanket.
âYou know you can tell me things, right?â Trinity asks softly after a minute. Baran finally glances toward her properly then, dark eyes lingering on Trinityâs tired face while a strange nervous thought slowly begins forming somewhere in the back of her mind.
Trinity keeps watching her carefully after that, phone forgotten against her chest now while the apartment settles deeper into late night quiet around them. The television continues murmuring softly in the background, some chef enthusiastically talking about garlic and olive oil while neither of them pays attention to a single word being said. Baranâs fingers tighten slightly around the cold water bottle resting in her lap.
She can physically feel nervousness beginning to creep beneath her skin now, which feels ridiculous considering this is Trinity. Thereâs nobody Baran trusts more than her. Nobody sheâs more comfortable around. And yet somehow the thought sitting in the back of her mind still feels strangely embarrassing to say out loud.
Trinity notices the hesitation immediately. Of course she does. She shifts slightly beneath the blanket until her thigh presses more firmly against Baranâs while one hand comes up to rest lazily on Baranâs knee.
âOkay,â Trinity says quietly after another second passes. âNow I definitely know somethingâs going on.â Baran lets out a soft breath through her nose at that.
âItâs nothing bad,â she says quickly.
Trinity raises one eyebrow immediately. âThatâs usually what people say before saying something insane.â
The comment pulls a quiet laugh out of Baran before she can stop herself. Trinityâs mouth twitches upward slightly at the sound like sheâs relieved to hear it. The tension in Baranâs shoulders loosens just a little beneath the blanket while she stares down at the label of the water bottle in her hands.
She doesnât really know how to start this conversation without sounding awkward. Thatâs the problem. Because the thought itself isnât even that dramatic. Itâs just⌠new. Different. Something sheâs been quietly thinking about for longer than she wants to admit now.
The idea first popped into her head during a night shift weeks ago after overhearing two nurses whispering and laughing about some ridiculous story involving a phone sex line.
Baran had laughed it off at the time. Then somehow the thought never fully left afterward. Now it keeps reappearing at the worst possible moments.
During charting. During long drives home from the hospital. During nights exactly like this where she and Trinity sit together exhausted but still craving closeness neither of them quite knows how to ask for anymore.
Trinity studies her face for another few seconds before finally shifting closer again. âBaran,â she says softly now, voice quieter than before. âYouâre starting to scare me a little.â
The concern in her tone immediately makes guilt twist through Baranâs chest because she knows Trinityâs brain probably jumped to something much worse by now.
âNo, no,â Baran says quickly while finally glancing toward her properly. âItâs not serious.â Trinity visibly relaxes at that, though curiosity immediately replaces the concern instead. Baran watches the exact moment Trinityâs expression changes too.
The slight narrowing of her eyes. The tiny smirk beginning to tug at the corner of her mouth now that she realises this conversation might actually be interesting instead of upsetting. âOh,â Trinity says slowly. âSo this is embarrassing, then.â
Baran groans quietly beneath her breath while leaning back harder into the couch cushions. Trinity immediately brightens. âHoly shit,â she laughs softly. âIt is embarrassing.â Baran covers part of her face briefly with one hand while Trinity grins beside her like sheâs just been handed entertainment for the night.
âYouâre enjoying this way too much,â Baran mutters tiredly.
âAbsolutely.â
Baran shakes her head softly to herself while Trinity continues watching her with open amusement now. The teasing somehow makes it easier though. Less heavy. Less awkward sitting there beneath the blanket with late night exhaustion wrapped around both of them while the city glows dimly outside the apartment windows.
Trinityâs thumb starts rubbing absentminded little circles against Baranâs knee through the blanket while waiting patiently for her to continue. The simple touch grounds her more than anything else could. Baran swallows once before finally forcing herself to speak again. âDo you ever feel likeâŚâ
She trails off immediately. Trinity waits. âLike maybe weâve gotten too used to routine lately?â The question settles quietly between them afterward. Trinityâs expression softens slightly at that. Not defensive. Just thoughtful now. Baran keeps her eyes fixed downward while continuing quietly,
âNot in a bad way. I just meanâŚâ Another soft sigh leaves her chest. âI miss when everything felt newer, I guess.â The honesty of the confession makes warmth creep up the back of her neck instantly.
Trinity stays quiet for longer than Baran expects.
Long enough that nervousness starts twisting through her stomach again.
Then finally Trinity leans her head against Baranâs shoulder properly and lets out a slow breath. âI know what you mean,â she admits softly. The answer immediately eases something inside Baranâs chest she hadnât even realised was tight until now.
Trinity shifts slightly beneath the blanket afterward until sheâs half curled against Baranâs side, fingers still absentmindedly tracing over her knee while she speaks. âI think weâre both just tired all the time lately.â
Baran nods quietly because itâs true. Hospital exhaustion changes people. It steals energy in ways neither of them fully noticed happening at first. Most nights now end exactly like this â takeout, exhaustion, collapsing into bed while one of them falls asleep halfway through a conversation.
Thereâs still affection everywhere between them. Still love in every touch and glance and lazy kiss exchanged in kitchens at two in the morning. But spontaneity has quietly disappeared somewhere along the way.
Trinity sighs softly before tilting her head upward slightly to look at Baran again. âOkay,â she says after another moment. âSo what brought this on?â The question immediately makes Baran tense all over again.
Because now she actually has to say it.
Baran stares straight ahead at the television for a few long seconds while trying to figure out how to phrase the thought in a way that doesnât sound completely insane.
Trinity notices the hesitation immediately and starts grinning again before Baran even opens her mouth. âOh my god,â Trinity says quietly. âYou really are about to say something insane.â
Baran laughs weakly beneath her breath despite herself. âMaybe.â Trinity actually sits up a little straighter now, suddenly far more awake than sheâd been five minutes ago. The blanket slips lower into her lap while she turns fully toward Baran on the couch. âWait,â she says immediately. âNow Iâm invested.â
Baran groans softly and drags one tired hand over her face again. Her pulse has started kicking annoyingly hard in her throat now over something that probably shouldnât even feel this dramatic.
Trinity watches her with bright curious eyes while softly biting back another smile. âBaran,â she says gently. âJust say it.â Baran exhales slowly through her nose before finally glancing sideways toward her.
Then, very quietly, she says, âHave you ever thought about calling one of those phone sex lines?â
The silence afterward feels almost violent. Trinity just stares at her. Not blinking. Not speaking. Completely motionless on the couch while the television continues rambling pointlessly in the background about homemade pasta like the world hasnât just tilted slightly off its axis inside their apartment.
The only sound Baran can hear now is her own heartbeat thudding annoyingly hard in her ears while regret immediately starts crawling up the back of her neck. Maybe she shouldâve phrased it differently. Softer somehow.
Less like sheâd secretly been thinking about it for weeks. Trinityâs expression stays completely unreadable for another long second before finally her eyebrows lift slowly toward her hairline. âExcuse me?â she says carefully.
Baran immediately hides part of her face behind her hand again with a quiet groan. âOkay, see, this is exactly why I didnât want to say anything.â Trinityâs mouth twitches dangerously at the corners like sheâs trying not to laugh.
âNo, no,â she says quickly while shifting fully toward Baran now. âHold on. Rewind. What the fuck do you mean phone sex line?â Baran can physically feel heat rising into her cheeks now. Which only makes Trinity look more delighted.
âYouâve actually thought about this,â Trinity realises immediately, voice full of growing amusement. âOh my god, youâve seriously thought about this.â
Baran drops her hand from her face long enough to glare tiredly at her. âYouâre being annoying.â
âYou just randomly asked me if Iâve ever wanted to call a phone sex operator,â Trinity shoots back instantly.
âYou donât get to decide what counts as annoying anymore.â That finally pulls another reluctant laugh from Baran despite the embarrassment trying to swallow her whole. Trinity notices immediately too.
Her expression softens slightly around the edges even while curiosity continues lighting up her face now. âWait,â she says again, quieter this time. âYouâre serious?â Baran hesitates for half a second before nodding once.
The teasing expression on Trinityâs face fades into something more thoughtful afterward. She leans back slightly against the couch cushions while studying Baran carefully now instead of laughing at her. âHuh,â Trinity murmurs softly.
That reaction somehow makes Baran more nervous. Because now Trinityâs actually considering it.
The apartment suddenly feels warmer than before. Smaller somehow too. Baran shifts slightly beneath the blanket while Trinity continues staring at her with this unreadable look that makes her stomach twist harder every passing second. âI donât know,â Baran admits quietly after another minute of silence.
âI just thought maybe it could beâŚâ She trails off again immediately. Trinityâs eyes narrow slightly in amusement.
âHot?â
Baran groans under her breath. âCan you stop making me say things out loud?â Trinity laughs softly beside her before nudging their knees together beneath the blanket.
âBaby, you literally brought this up.â Baran lets out another tired sigh while leaning her head back against the couch cushions. âForget it,â she mutters quietly.
âIt sounded less embarrassing in my head.â Trinity immediately reaches over and catches her wrist before she can fully retreat into herself. The touch stops Baran almost instantly. âHey,â Trinity says softer now. âIâm not making fun of you.â Baran glances sideways toward her carefully.
Trinity looks genuinely interested now. Which somehow feels worse. Or maybe better. Baran honestly canât tell anymore.
âYouâve really been thinking about this?â Trinity asks after another moment, thumb brushing lazily over the inside of Baranâs wrist while she speaks.
The simple touch settles some of the nervousness buzzing beneath Baranâs skin. âA little,â she admits quietly. Trinityâs eyebrows lift immediately. âA little?â
Baran exhales softly through her nose before finally mumbling, âMore than a little.â That fully breaks Trinity again. She laughs hard enough to fall sideways against the couch cushions while Baran covers her face completely this time. âYouâre evil,â Baran mutters from behind her hands while Trinity continues laughing beside her. âNo,â Trinity says through another grin. âIâm obsessed with this.â
Baran peeks at her through her fingers with the most exhausted expression imaginable. Trinity just looks brighter now than she has all night. More awake. More alive somehow. The sight alone makes warmth curl unexpectedly through Baranâs chest despite the embarrassment.
Eventually Trinity calms down enough to sit back upright again.
Though the smile never fully leaves her face. âSo,â she says slowly. âHypothetically.â Baran immediately groans again. âOh my god.â
âNo, seriously,â Trinity continues while tucking one leg beneath herself on the couch. âWhat exactly were you imagining here?â The question instantly sends another wave of heat creeping up Baranâs neck. Because unfortunately she has imagined it. More than once.
The thought alone makes her stomach tighten nervously while Trinity watches her with open curiosity now. âI donât know,â Baran says carefully. âJustâŚâ She pauses again before forcing herself to continue. âSomebody talking us through things maybe?â
Trinity goes quiet at that. Baran notices immediately. The shift is subtle but obvious enough after years together. The slight change in Trinityâs breathing. The way her eyes darken just slightly while picturing it properly for the first time.
âTalking us through things,â Trinity repeats slowly. Baran nods once without meeting her eyes. Another silence settles between them afterward, though this one feels different. Thicker somehow. Charged.
Trinity leans back deeper into the couch cushions while studying Baranâs face carefully again. âYouâve definitely thought about this more than me,â she murmurs softly.
The response comes so automatically that both of them laugh softly afterward. The tension eases again for a moment while Trinityâs hand slips from Baranâs wrist to lace loosely through her fingers beneath the blanket instead.
Their apartment feels quieter now. Intimate in a different way than before. Like the conversation itself has shifted something subtle between them already.
Baran glances toward Trinity carefully after another minute passes and catches her staring off toward the television with that thoughtful expression she gets whenever sheâs seriously considering something dangerous.
âYouâre thinking about it,â Baran says quietly. Trinity immediately looks back at her. Then, very slowly, a grin spreads across her face again. âI meanâŚâ she says casually. âNow I kinda wanna know what kind of voice youâd like.â
The words hit Baran so suddenly she actually chokes on her own breath. Trinity bursts into laughter instantly while Baran stares at her in disbelief. âYouâre awful,â Baran mutters weakly. Trinity just squeezes her hand tighter beneath the blanket while smiling lazily against the couch cushions.
âBut youâre blushing,â she points out softly.
Baran immediately tries pulling her hand away after that comment.
Trinity refuses to let her.
Instead her fingers tighten more firmly through Baranâs beneath the blanket while the smug grin on her face only grows wider watching Baran visibly fall apart over one teasing sentence. âYou are blushing,â Trinity repeats softer this time, clearly enjoying herself now.
Baran turns her face away toward the television immediately even though she knows Trinity can still see the warmth spreading across her cheeks. âYouâre so annoying,â she mutters weakly beneath her breath. Trinity laughs quietly beside her before shifting closer on the couch again.
Their thighs press fully together beneath the blanket now, warm skin and tired muscles tangled comfortably while the apartment continues glowing softly around them. âNo,â Trinity says lazily. âI just think itâs cute when you get embarrassed.â
Baran lets out another quiet groan, though it lacks any actual irritation behind it. Trinity notices immediately. She always notices. The teasing smile on her face softens slightly afterward while her thumb starts tracing absentminded little circles over the inside of Baranâs palm beneath the blanket. The touch feels gentle at first. Familiar. Comforting.
Then Trinityâs hand slowly slides higher.
The movement is subtle enough that Baran almost thinks she imagined it initially. Fingertips gliding from her palm to her wrist before slowly tracing upward along the inside of her forearm beneath the blanket while Trinity continues looking at her like nothingâs happening. The touch sends an immediate pulse of warmth through Baranâs stomach anyway.
Trinity notices the reaction instantly. Of course she does. Her eyes flick briefly downward toward Baranâs mouth before returning to her face again, dark with quiet amusement now. âSo,â Trinity murmurs casually while her fingers continue moving slowly higher.
âWhat exactly started this?â Baran swallows once. The soft drag of Trinityâs nails against sensitive skin makes it difficult to focus properly now. âI told you,â she answers quietly. âI overheard some nurses talking about it.â
Trinity hums softly beside her. âAnd then you just sat there at work fantasising about strangers talking dirty to us?â The bluntness of the question immediately pulls another embarrassed laugh from Baran while her shoulders tense slightly beneath the blanket. Trinity grins at the reaction. Her hand finally reaches Baranâs elbow before slowly sliding higher again.
âTrin,â Baran mutters softly.
But thereâs no real warning in it.
If anything, her voice sounds shakier than before.
Trinity clearly notices that too because her expression changes immediately afterward. The teasing remains, but something else settles beneath it now. Something warmer. Heavier. Her fingers glide slowly over Baranâs upper arm before settling briefly against her waist beneath the blanket instead.
The touch feels intimate in a way that instantly makes Baranâs heartbeat kick harder. Trinity leans slightly closer afterward, curls brushing softly against Baranâs shoulder while the television light flickers lazily across her face. âYou know what I think?â Trinity asks quietly.
Baran shakes her head once without trusting herself to speak properly anymore. Trinityâs hand smooths slowly over her waist beneath the blanket while her eyes stay fixed completely on Baranâs face. âI think youâve been thinking about this because you miss attention.â
The words hit Baran embarrassingly hard. Her breath catches immediately while Trinityâs fingers press a little more firmly against her side. âNot because I donât want you,â Trinity continues softly. âI just think weâve both been exhausted lately.â The honesty in her voice makes Baranâs chest ache warmly.
Trinityâs hand slips lower.
Only slightly.
But enough that Baran immediately notices.
The blanket hides everything from view while Trinityâs fingertips drag slowly along the soft fabric of Baranâs sweatpants near her hip, movements absentminded enough to almost feel accidental. Except theyâre definitely not accidental. Trinity keeps watching her too closely for that.
âYou get so quiet when you want something,â Trinity murmurs softly after another moment passes. âDid you know that?â Baran glances toward her finally and immediately regrets it because Trinity is so close now.
Close enough that Baran can see the tired smudge beneath her eyes from the shift. Close enough to smell her shampoo and the faint lingering scent of hospital soap against her skin. Close enough that the warmth of her body beneath the blanket suddenly feels overwhelming.
Trinityâs fingers continue tracing lazy patterns against her hip while the apartment stays wrapped in soft late-night silence around them. âI donât know how to ask for things sometimes,â Baran admits quietly before she can stop herself.
The confession settles heavily between them. Trinityâs expression softens instantly at the honesty in her voice. Then her hand slides fully onto Baranâs thigh beneath the blanket.
Baranâs breath catches sharply.
Because now Trinityâs definitely doing it on purpose.
Her palm settles warmly against the inside of Baranâs thigh while her thumb strokes slow circles there through the fabric of her sweatpants. The touch immediately sends heat curling low in Baranâs stomach. Trinity watches the reaction carefully while leaning even closer against her side now.
âBaby,â she says softly. âYou could literally ask me for anything.â The words alone nearly melt Baran into the couch cushions. Especially because Trinity sounds completely genuine saying them. Her hand continues resting high against Baranâs thigh while the television murmurs quietly in the background, neither of them paying attention to it anymore.
Baranâs pulse feels loud enough to hear now. Trinity notices the way her breathing changes too because her thumb drags slower over her thigh afterward, teasingly close to where Baranâs legs part slightly beneath the blanket.
âYou nervous?â Trinity asks quietly. Baran laughs softly beneath her breath without answering. Trinity grins immediately. âThat nervous, huh?â The teasing tone makes Baran finally glance toward her fully again.
Big mistake.
Because Trinity immediately leans in.
Not enough to kiss her.
Just enough that their noses almost brush.
âYou know whatâs really getting me?â Trinity murmurs softly while her fingers squeeze Baranâs thigh once beneath the blanket. âThe fact youâve clearly imagined this already.â
Baran physically hides her face against Trinityâs shoulder at that point with a quiet groan while Trinity laughs softly beneath her breath. Her arms immediately slide around Baran automatically the second she curls into her side, holding her comfortably against her chest beneath the blanket.
The position somehow makes everything feel more intimate now. More dangerous too. Trinityâs fingers remain resting high against Baranâs thigh while she presses a sleepy kiss against the top of her head. âHey,â Trinity says quietly after another minute. âLook at me.â
Baran reluctantly lifts her head slightly. Trinityâs expression has softened again now, teasing fading into something warmer beneath the dim apartment lighting.
âYou wanna try it?â she asks softly. The question settles directly into Baranâs stomach while Trinityâs thumb strokes slowly against her thigh again beneath the blanket.
Baran stares at her for one long second before quietly asking, âYou wouldnât think itâs weird?â Trinity immediately snorts. âBaby,â she says gently. âWe work in emergency medicine. Nothing is weird anymore.â
The conversation somehow follows them through the rest of the night after that.
Not seriously at first.
Mostly teasing.
Trinity absolutely refuses to let Baran live down the fact she brought up phone sex lines completely unprompted while they clean up the apartment together before bed. Every few minutes she keeps glancing over from the kitchen counter with this smug little smile that immediately makes Baran regret opening her mouth earlier.
âYouâve definitely thought about this while charting before,â Trinity says at one point while rinsing out one of the takeout containers in the sink. Baran nearly chokes on her water.
âCan you please stop psychoanalyzing me for five minutes?â Trinity laughs softly beneath the warm kitchen lighting while shaking water from her hands afterward.
âIâm just saying,â she replies innocently. âYou donât casually ask your girlfriend about phone sex operators unless youâve mentally planned the whole thing already.â Baran groans quietly while tossing one of the blankets back onto the couch.
The apartment feels lighter now somehow. Softer. The exhaustion from the hospital still clings heavily to both of them, but the conversation shifted something subtle between them tonight. Something warmer. Playful. It lingers in every glance afterward.
Eventually they start getting ready for bed properly.
The entire routine feels deeply familiar after years together.
Baran brushes her teeth while Trinity sits lazily on the bathroom counter scrolling through her phone half asleep, one sock missing because she somehow always loses clothing between the living room and bedroom every single night. Their apartment grows quieter the later it gets.
Lights click off room by room while the city outside the windows settles deeper into darkness beyond the glass. By the time they finally make it into the bedroom, both of them look exhausted again. Trinity immediately strips down to an oversized t-shirt and boxers before collapsing dramatically face first onto the mattress. âDead,â she mumbles into the pillows.
Baran laughs softly beneath her breath while pulling back the blankets on her side of the bed. The bedside lamp casts soft golden light across the room while Trinity rolls onto her back with another tired sigh, curls spread messily across the pillows now.
Baran slides beneath the blankets beside her a second later, warm sheets tangling around tired legs while the mattress dips comfortably beneath both their weight. Trinity immediately shifts closer without even thinking about it, one arm lazily sliding across Baranâs waist while she unlocks her phone again with her other hand.
Baran notices instantly.
âYouâre not actually googling it right now.â
Trinity looks over at her with zero shame whatsoever. âAbsolutely am.â
Baran lets out a tired laugh while covering part of her face with one hand. âTrinity.â
âRelax,â Trinity says immediately while shifting onto her side beside her. âWeâre not actually calling anybody tonight.â Her thumb continues moving across the screen while she speaks. âThis is research.â
Baran snorts softly at that before eventually giving in and scooting closer beneath the blankets until she can see the phone screen properly too. The bedroom light stays dim around them while Trinity types lazily into Google one handed.
The results immediately make both of them laugh because most of the sites look aggressively fake. Neon pink banners. Terrible graphics. Women with obviously stolen stock photos posing beside phone numbers in tiny glittery fonts.
Trinity visibly recoils at one point. âAbsolutely not,â she mutters while scrolling faster. âThis looks like it steals credit card information.â Baran laughs harder beside her while resting her chin against Trinityâs shoulder now, both of them tangled together beneath the blankets while half searching out of curiosity and half because neither of them actually wants to sleep yet.
Then Trinity suddenly pauses scrolling.
âHuh.â
Baran glances downward toward the screen again.
This site looks completely different from the others.
Minimalistic. Dark background. No flashing advertisements or fake looking photos everywhere. Just a simple independent page with soft colours, discreet booking information, and a small paragraph introducing you without giving much away personally.
Trinity immediately sits up slightly straighter against the pillows while reading silently. Baran notices the shift in her posture right away.
âWhat?â she asks quietly. Trinity scrolls lower slowly. âThis oneâs independent.â Baran moves closer automatically, shoulder pressing more firmly against Trinityâs while both of them stare at the screen together beneath the dim bedroom light.
There are no actual photos of you anywhere on the page. No overly edited selfies or fake looking promotional pictures like the other sites. Instead thereâs only a small audio icon beneath your username with the words:
hear my voice before booking.
Something about that instantly changes the atmosphere between them again.
Baran notices it immediately.
So does Trinity.
The bedroom suddenly feels strangely quiet now apart from the faint city noise outside the windows. Trinity glances sideways toward Baran briefly before tapping the audio button.
The voice note crackles softly through the phone speaker a second later. âHi, sweetheart,â your voice says warmly. âTake a breath for me first, yeah? We donât rush anything here.â
Both of them physically still afterward. The softness in your voice settles directly into the room somehow. Calm. Low. Intimate in a way neither of them expected from something so simple. Trinityâs eyes flick immediately toward Baran the second the clip ends. Baranâs entire face feels warm now.
âOkay,â Trinity says slowly. âI get it.â Baran immediately hides part of her face against Trinityâs shoulder again while Trinity starts grinning beside her. âYouâre blushing again,â Trinity whispers, sounding genuinely delighted by it.
âI hate you,â Baran mutters weakly.
âNo you donât.â
Trinity scrolls further down afterward while Baran stays curled quietly against her side trying very hard not to think too much about your voice replaying in her head already. The reviews underneath your page somehow make everything worse too.
Not exaggerated fake sounding reviews like the other sites had. These feel real. Personal. Most of them arenât even explicitly sexual either. A lot of people mention how comfortable you make them feel. How patient you are. How natural conversations with you become after the first few minutes. Trinity reads one out loud quietly:
âfelt more intimate than half the real relationships iâve been in.â
Baran physically groans into the pillow afterward. Trinity laughs softly beside her while continuing to scroll. Another review catches her attention:
âher voice alone nearly ruined me.â
âJesus christ,â Trinity mutters beneath her breath while glancing sideways toward Baran again. Baran refuses to look at her this time because unfortunately she completely understands the review already.
Something about your voice lingers unpleasantly well inside her head now. Warm enough to feel personal even through a ten second audio clip. Trinity notices Baran going quiet beside her afterward and immediately smirks.
âOh, youâre gone,â she says softly. Baran finally looks up at her with the most exhausted expression imaginable. âWe are not calling anybody tonight.â Trinity hums innocently beside her while locking the phone and tossing it onto the nightstand.
âDidnât say we were.â Then she pulls Baran fully into her side beneath the blankets, smiling sleepily into her hair while the room settles back into darkness around them. âBut weâre definitely saving that number.â
Your apartment always feels warm at night.
Not physically warm exactly.
Intentional warm.
The kind carefully built through soft amber lighting replacing harsh overhead bulbs, expensive candles burning low across marble countertops, jazz humming quietly through hidden speakers tucked somewhere inside the walls, and the distant glitter of city lights spilling through enormous floor-to-ceiling windows stretching across your living room.
Most people imagine something entirely different when they think about what you do for a living. Cheap lingerie tossed carelessly across dirty carpet. Pink neon signs glowing in cramped apartments. Sad women forcing fake moans into cheap headsets for lonely strangers at three in the morning.
You stopped finding those assumptions insulting years ago. Mostly because your reality couldnât feel further from any of it. Your apartment sits high above downtown inside a luxury building with private elevators and a lobby that permanently smells faintly like expensive perfume and polished stone.
The furniture is soft cream and ridiculously overpriced. Fresh flowers sit arranged beside your kitchen sink because you genuinely like them there. The city glows endlessly outside your windows while low music drifts softly through the apartment and your bare feet move quietly across heated hardwood floors.
Youâve done well for yourself here.
Not obscenely rich.
Not private jets and million-dollar watches rich.
But comfortable in a way your younger self never couldâve imagined while sitting cross-legged on the floor of that awful first apartment years ago surrounded by overdue bills and final notices. You still remember that place vividly sometimes.
Tiny kitchen. Thin walls. Neighbours constantly screaming at each other through the night while your laptop balanced on your knees because you couldnât afford a proper desk yet. Back then youâd been working miserable retail shifts that barely covered groceries, let alone rent.
Everything felt humiliatingly difficult all the time. One random comment online about independent phone work paying surprisingly well had changed everything without you fully realising it at first. You hadnât entered the industry because of fantasy or secret desire. You entered because survival leaves very little room for pride sometimes.
You made a profile half convinced youâd quit within a week. Chose a fake name. Bought a cheap microphone. Practiced lowering your voice slightly before your first call because you thought thatâs what men probably wanted to hear. At the time the entire thing felt transactional. Mechanical almost.
Then people started talking to you.
Really talking to you.
That was the part nobody warned you about.
The intimacy.
Not sexual intimacy either. Emotional intimacy. Vulnerability. Loneliness. The strange quiet honesty people slipped into once they realised there was somebody on the other end of the line willing to listen without judgment.
Sure, some clients just wanted orgasms. Those always existed. But the conversations you remembered afterward were never the easiest ones.
They were the nervous ones. The shaky voiced women calling for the first time trying to figure out how to tell their husbands what they actually liked. The exhausted married couples whispering to each other through laughter because theyâd forgotten how to flirt after years together.
The closeted girls admitting fantasies theyâd never spoken aloud before. Some people cried with you too. Not often. But enough that you stopped seeing the work as shallow years ago. Somewhere along the way you realised most people arenât actually desperate for sex.
Theyâre desperate for permission. Permission to feel wanted. Permission to feel interesting again. Permission to rediscover parts of themselves they quietly buried beneath routine, marriage, exhaustion, children, insecurity, or shame.
That realisation changed everything for you.
Especially once you started working independently instead of through agencies.
The larger companies felt cold almost immediately after you tried them. Artificial scripts repeated endlessly to strangers who barely viewed the women on the line as human beings.
Timers ticking constantly in the background. Managers pushing fake personalities and exaggerated performances because apparently authenticity didnât âsellâ well enough.
You hated it within weeks. Independence gave you freedom instead. Freedom to choose who you spoke to. Freedom to set boundaries. Freedom to slow conversations down and actually create atmosphere instead of rushing people toward quick orgasms. That became your entire reputation eventually.
Intimacy over performance. Comfort over spectacle. Even your website reflects that now. No stolen stock images. No fake glamour shots. No ridiculous exaggerated promises splashed across neon banners. Just your voice. Warm lighting. Soft colours. Minimal design. You intentionally never show your face either.
The mystery helps, but honestly? You discovered people relax more when they arenât busy comparing themselves to the woman on the screen. They focus on each other instead. On touch. On vulnerability. On connection. Thatâs the part you genuinely care about now.
Your favourite clients have always been couples.
Especially women.
Thereâs something deeply intimate about listening to two women slowly unravel together over the phone. The nervous laughter during the beginning of calls. The hesitation. The way one partner usually acts far more confident until you start paying attention directly to her too and suddenly sheâs blushing just as hard as the other one.
You love hearing walls come down in real time. Love the exact moment conversations stop feeling awkward and start feeling honest instead. Some women call you because theyâre curious. Others because they feel disconnected from their relationships lately and donât fully know how to fix it.
Sometimes people simply want to feel desired again after months of exhaustion and routine swallowing their intimacy whole. You understand that feeling better than most.
Thatâs why you never rush anyone. You ask questions softly. You tease gently. You make people breathe before anything else. Half your reviews mention your voice, but the other half mention how safe they felt speaking to you. That matters more to you than money ever did. Though admittedly the money helps too. The apartment alone proves that much.
Tonight had been relatively quiet compared to usual.
Only two calls.
One regular client wanting company after a painful breakup and another nervous married couple from Chicago who spent almost twenty minutes laughing awkwardly before finally admitting theyâd never actually talked dirty to each other before.
Youâd guided them through it slowly afterward while curled comfortably across your couch wearing silk pajama shorts and an oversized sweater, one leg tucked beneath you while expensive red wine sat balanced dangerously close to the edge of the coffee table.
By the end of the call they sounded softer somehow. Closer. You could hear it in the way they spoke to each other afterward. That feeling still lingers warmly in your chest now while you move quietly through your apartment shutting off lights one room at a time before bed.
Your phone rests facedown against the kitchen counter charging overnight while the city continues glittering endlessly beyond your windows. Somewhere out there couples are fighting quietly in expensive apartments just like yours. Some people are cheating.
Others are lying awake beside partners they havenât properly touched in months. Some exhausted woman is probably nervously googling phone sex operators right now while pretending sheâs âjust curious.â
The thought almost makes you smile to yourself while disappearing down the hallway toward your bedroom. You have no idea that two trauma doctors are currently lying tangled together beneath soft blankets replaying your voice note over and over again in the dark.
The conversation never really leaves either of them after that night.
It lingers quietly beneath everything instead.
During shifts. During late night drives home from the hospital. During exhausted conversations in the kitchen while reheating leftovers at one in the morning because neither of them had eaten properly during work again. Baran notices the change first. Or maybe she notices it because Trinity suddenly becomes impossible to ignore afterward.
Every touch feels different now. Charged somehow. Trinity starts touching her constantly again like theyâre back in the beginning of their relationship before exhaustion and routine settled permanently into both their bones.
Hands settling low against Baranâs waist while squeezing past her near overcrowded trauma bays. Fingertips dragging lazily across the back of Baranâs neck while she reviews patient charts at the nurses station. Mouth brushing softly against her shoulder while waiting for terrible vending machine coffee during overnight shifts.
None of it is overt enough for anyone else to notice, but Baran notices every single thing. Especially because every touch reminds her of Trinity lying beside her in bed replaying your voice note over and over again in the dark.
The tension only gets worse from there.
By the third day Trinity starts kissing her whenever she gets the chance.
Not quick casual kisses either.
The kind that leave Baran flushed and breathless afterward while pretending sheâs perfectly capable of returning to attending responsibilities thirty seconds later.
Trinity corners her beside empty supply closets twice during shifts just to kiss her properly for a minute before somebody inevitably starts calling Baranâs name from across the emergency department again.
One night Baran barely survives a trauma intake because Trinity spends the entire time standing beside her close enough that their shoulders keep brushing while she quietly murmurs sarcastic comments beneath her breath just to make Baran smile. It feels unbearable. Especially because neither of them have actually called you yet.
Everything happening between them now exists entirely because of anticipation. Possibility. The idea itself somehow becoming foreplay before anything has even happened. Trinity clearly enjoys watching Baran unravel over it too. She keeps choosing the absolute worst possible moments to tease her.
âThink sheâd tell you youâre pretty?â whispered softly beside Baranâs ear while they restock IV kits together near the medication room. Baran almost drops the entire tray immediately.
Then thereâs the bathroom incident.
Which becomes entirely Trinityâs fault.
Baran blames her completely afterward too. Theyâd both already been halfway through a brutal overnight shift inside the ED when Trinity casually walked past her near the nurses station and murmured, âYou know what I keep thinking about?â without any warning whatsoever. Baran shouldâve ignored her immediately. Instead she made the mistake of asking what.
Trinity had leaned closer afterward, dark eyes full of amusement while quietly saying, âWhat your face is gonna look like hearing her flirt with you.â The words physically short circuited Baranâs brain on the spot.
Ten minutes later Trinity had her gently pinned against the locked hospital bathroom door while kissing her hard enough to make her dizzy beneath awful fluorescent lighting.
Baran still remembers gripping desperately at Trinityâs scrub top while Trinityâs mouth moved against hers, soft breathless sounds spilling helplessly into the kiss while distant intercom announcements echoed faintly outside the bathroom. Trinity had laughed quietly against her lips afterward.
âSee?â she whispered while kissing slowly down Baranâs throat. âYouâre already losing it and we havenât even called her yet.â Baran hated how right she sounded.
By the end of the week they finally have the same rare day off together.
No overnight shift.
No attendings calling Baran back into work.
No ambulances flooding the emergency entrance every twenty minutes.
The second Trinity notices the shared schedule she immediately looks up from her phone across the kitchen table with that dangerous expression Baran recognizes instantly by now. âWe should do it,â Trinity says casually while stirring sugar into her coffee. Baran nearly chokes on her breakfast.
âYou canât just say things like that at eight in the morning,â she mutters weakly while Trinity grins lazily over the rim of her coffee cup. But the truth is Baranâs already been thinking the exact same thing since checking the schedule herself earlier that morning.
The anticipation has become almost unbearable after days of stolen kisses, lingering touches, and constant teasing between shifts. Trinity notices the hesitation flickering across Baranâs face afterward and immediately softens slightly.
âOnly if you want to,â she says quieter this time. The sincerity in her voice settles warmly into Baranâs chest. Because despite all the teasing, Trinityâs taken this seriously too.
Carefully. Like she genuinely wants this to feel good for both of them instead of simply turning it into a joke. Baran stares down into her coffee for another second before quietly saying, âI want to.â
Thatâs how they end up back in bed together that night with your website open between them again.
The apartment feels softer somehow than usual.
Warmer.
Trinity lies sprawled comfortably across the pillows in loose sweatpants while Baran rests curled against her side beneath the blankets, laptop balanced carefully across both their thighs while your page glows softly against the dark bedroom. Neither of them are laughing this time. Not really.
The nervous energy feels different now. Heavier. Real. Trinityâs fingers absentmindedly play with the ends of Baranâs hair while they stare quietly at the booking screen together for a long moment. Baran notices her own pulse speeding up embarrassingly fast the second Trinity clicks onto your availability calendar.
âStill okay?â Trinity asks softly without looking away from the screen. Baran glances sideways toward her afterward and immediately notices Trinity looks just as nervous now too despite all her confidence earlier that week.
The realization settles something strangely comforting inside Baranâs chest. Slowly, Baran reaches down beneath the blankets and laces her fingers through Trinityâs while whispering, âYeah.â Then Trinity finally clicks confirm.
The confirmation email arrives almost immediately.
Both of them stare at it for far too long afterward.
The soft glow from the laptop screen spills across the dark bedroom while the city lights shimmer faintly outside the apartment windows behind them, but neither Baran nor Trinity pay attention to any of it now.
Trinityâs fingers stay loosely tangled with Baranâs beneath the blankets while the booking confirmation sits quietly in the center of the screen like something far more dangerous than it actually is. Baran can physically feel her heartbeat now. Fast enough to make her chest uncomfortable.
The call isnât even tonight. Itâs scheduled for tomorrow evening. Forty-five minutes. Private session. Couples welcome. The details somehow make this feel painfully real all of a sudden.
Trinity notices the exact moment Baran starts spiraling too because she immediately squeezes her hand gently beneath the blankets. âHey,â she says softly while closing the laptop halfway. âYou okay?â
Baran lets out a slow breath through her nose before nodding once. âYeah.â But her voice comes out quieter than usual. Softer. Trinity studies her face carefully afterward and immediately notices. âYouâre nervous,â she murmurs.
Baran gives her a tired look before hiding part of her face against the pillow.
âObviously.â
The honesty makes Trinity laugh quietly.
Not teasingly this time.
Warmly.
Affectionately.
She shifts closer against the pillows afterward until Baran ends up half sprawled across her chest beneath the blankets while the laptop gets abandoned near the foot of the bed completely forgotten for now.
Trinity smells faintly like body wash, coffee, and the lingering sterile scent of hospital soap still buried somewhere inside her hoodie from earlier. Baran relaxes into the familiarity automatically. Thatâs always been the thing grounding her most about Trinity.
No matter how overwhelmed life gets, Trinity somehow always feels like home underneath it all. Trinityâs fingers start combing slowly through her hair after another quiet minute passes while Baran stays curled close enough to hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath the hoodie fabric.
âYou know,â Trinity murmurs eventually, voice low in the dark bedroom. âI kinda love this.â Baran glances upward lazily. âLove what?â Trinity smiles faintly against her hair afterward. âThis whole week.â
The confession settles warmly into Baranâs chest almost immediately because she understands exactly what Trinity means without needing further explanation.
Something shifted between them this week.
Not dramatically.
Not relationship-ending or relationship-saving dramatic.
Just⌠softer.
Closer.
Like theyâd accidentally remembered each other again beneath all the exhaustion and routine swallowing their lives lately. The emergency department has consumed both of them for months now. Endless trauma patients. Double shifts. Falling asleep halfway through conversations because theyâre too exhausted to function properly anymore.
Somewhere inside all of that they stopped flirting the way they used to. Stopped teasing each other just because. Stopped touching each other without purpose. But this week? Trinity has kissed her more in five days than she probably had the entire month beforehand.
Baranâs laughed harder too. Smiled more. Felt wanted again in this bright aching way she hadnât realised she missed so badly until now. And underneath all of it sits this constant nervous anticipation that refuses to leave her alone.
The thought of tomorrowâs call keeps replaying embarrassingly often in her head. Your voice. Trinity beside her. Somebody listening carefully enough to notice every tiny reaction she makes. The idea alone makes warmth spread low in her stomach every single time.
Trinity notices Baran going quiet beside her afterward and tilts her chin gently upward.
âYouâre thinking too hard again,â she murmurs softly.
Baran smiles faintly despite herself. âMaybe.â Trinity immediately presses a lazy kiss against the corner of her mouth. âYouâre cute when you spiral.â âThatâs not a compliment.â âIt is to me.â Baran laughs quietly beneath her breath while Trinity grins softly against her skin afterward.
The bedroom stays comfortably dark around them apart from the faint city glow filtering through the curtains now. Somewhere below them traffic hums softly through the streets while the rest of the apartment settles deeper into silence.
Trinity keeps tracing slow absentminded patterns along Baranâs waist beneath the blanket while neither of them speaks for another minute or two. The intimacy of it all suddenly feels almost overwhelming. Not the sexual part. The emotional part.
The fact that this entire thing started because Baran quietly admitted she missed closeness. Missed feeling desired. And Trinity immediately responded by giving it back to her everywhere she could. The realization makes Baran press even closer unconsciously against Trinityâs chest afterward.
âYou know,â she murmurs softly after another moment passes. âI was kinda scared to tell you.â
Trinityâs hand stills briefly against her waist.
âAbout this?â
Baran nods once against her shoulder. Trinity goes quiet afterward in that thoughtful way she gets sometimes when sheâs taking something more seriously than usual.
Then her fingers slide gently beneath Baranâs chin again, guiding her face upward carefully. âYou never have to be scared to want things with me,â Trinity says quietly. The sincerity in her voice nearly hurts.
Baran stares at her for a long second afterward while Trinity watches her carefully beneath the dim bedroom light. She means it. Thatâs the dangerous part. Trinity genuinely means every word she says. Suddenly Baran feels embarrassed for ever doubting that in the first place.
Trinity notices the expression on her face immediately too because her features soften almost painfully afterward before she leans down and kisses her slowly. No teasing this time. No desperation either. Just warmth. Familiarity. Trinityâs mouth moving softly against hers while her hand cups the side of her face carefully enough to make Baranâs chest ache.
When Trinity finally pulls back slightly, Baran still stays close enough that their noses brush together.
âBesides,â Trinity murmurs quietly against her lips afterward. âIâm curious now.â
Baran immediately groans softly beneath her breath while hiding her face against Trinityâs shoulder again. Trinity laughs quietly, arms tightening around her beneath the blankets while Baran melts into the warmth of her body almost helplessly.
âNo, seriously,â Trinity continues while pressing a kiss against the top of her head. âI wanna know what happens when somebody else flirts with you properly.â Baran physically curls tighter against her at that point.
The thought alone makes heat rush straight into her face all over again. Because unfortunately sheâs been thinking about it too much already. Your voice praising her softly. Trinity watching her react beside her.
Somebody noticing how needy she gets beneath all her composure and confidence at work. The fantasy itself keeps making her stomach twist embarrassingly hard every time it slips into her head. âTrin,â she mutters weakly into the fabric of her hoodie.
Trinity instantly grins because she recognises that tone immediately now. Shy. Flustered. Quietly needy in the way Baran only ever gets when sheâs genuinely affected by something. âSee?â Trinity whispers softly while rubbing slow circles against her waist. âYouâre already getting shy about it.â Baran makes another horrified little noise into her shoulder while Trinity laughs quietly above her.
âYou are never letting this go, are you?â Baran mumbles tiredly.
âAbsolutely not.â
Youâre halfway through folding laundry when the confirmation comes through.
The entire apartment smells faintly like vanilla and fresh linen from the candle burning low on the kitchen island while soft music drifts lazily through hidden speakers somewhere overhead.
One of your oversized silk robes hangs loosely from your shoulders, sleeves pushed halfway up your forearms while warm city light spills through the enormous windows stretching across the living room. The night feels quiet tonight. Slow.
Your phone rests faceup beside a pile of neatly folded clothes on the couch while you move comfortably through the apartment barefoot, absentmindedly smoothing fabric between your fingers while thinking vaguely about whether you should order sushi later or cook something yourself instead.
Itâs domestic in the most ordinary possible way. The kind of scene most people would probably never associate with someone like you. Then your phone vibrates softly against the couch cushion beside you.
The sound immediately pulls your attention downward. You glance toward the screen lazily at first before noticing the booking notification sitting there waiting unopened beneath the soft apartment lighting. Your entire job has conditioned you to recognize the difference between certain bookings instantly. Something about this one catches your attention immediately.
Maybe itâs the names.
Baran and Trinity.
Couples booking.
Forty-five minute evening session.
The details sit quietly against the screen while you pick up the phone properly and unlock it with one hand. You settle back against the couch afterward, robe shifting softly across bare thighs while the city glows endlessly outside your windows behind you.
Most clients donât use real names. Especially couples. They usually hide behind fake usernames or initials during first sessions because vulnerability becomes harder when people feel perceived too clearly.
But these two used real names. Or at least names that feel real enough. Something about that immediately sparks your curiosity. You open the attached notes section afterward expecting maybe one sentence at most. Instead you find a short message sitting there awkwardly polite beneath the booking details:
âfirst time trying something like this. weâre both nervous lol.â
The honesty instantly makes warmth flicker quietly through your chest. You can almost picture them already. Probably curled up together somewhere debating whether they shouldâve actually gone through with booking the session.
One partner more confident than the other. One pretending to be less nervous than she actually is. You smile faintly to yourself before setting the folded sweater in your lap aside completely.
Youâve gotten very good at reading people over the years.
Even before calls start.
Sometimes you can tell exactly how conversations will unfold simply from booking notes alone. Thereâs always a rhythm to couples during first sessions. Usually one person takes the lead while the other hangs back quietly at first. Some couples overcompensate with fake confidence because theyâre embarrassed. Others become painfully shy the second your voice greets them properly.
You donât mind either reaction. Honestly, nervous clients are usually your favourite. They tend to feel the most authentic once they finally relax. Something about this booking already feels soft in your mind too. Intimate in a way you canât fully explain yet.
The note doesnât read like two people chasing novelty for the sake of boredom. It reads like curiosity. Exploration. Like theyâre trying to rediscover something together rather than escape each other.
That difference matters more than most people realize. You lean back deeper into the couch cushions afterward while your thumb hovers thoughtfully across the screen. Then, almost automatically, you open the profile attached to the booking information.
No social media linked.
No profile pictures.
Just ages and a city location.
You donât usually go searching further than that because frankly it feels invasive, but you still catch yourself wondering about them anyway while the booking sits open against your screen. Trinity. Baran. The names settle strangely pleasantly in your head. You imagine tired women.
Maybe healthcare workers or lawyers or something equally exhausting based purely on instinct alone. Women who probably spend too much time surviving responsibilities instead of touching each other properly.
Women who love each other deeply but maybe forgot how to play together somewhere between routine and adulthood. The thought lingers longer than expected while you stand from the couch again carrying the folded laundry toward your bedroom.
Your apartment remains wrapped in low music and warm lighting around you while the booking notification stays open on your phone screen resting in your hand. You wonder briefly which one found your website first. Which one pressed play on your voice note.
Which one got shy afterward. The curiosity almost makes you laugh softly to yourself because technically none of that should matter. Yet somehow it always does. The emotional dynamic between couples tells you almost everything you need to know before a session even starts.
By the time you finish putting away clothes, youâve already started thinking loosely about the call tomorrow night.
Not scripting.
You never script.
Thatâs another reason clients stay with you longer than most services. Everything with you feels conversational instead of manufactured. Real instead of performative. Still, you prepare mentally for sessions in your own way.
You think about pacing. Tone. Energy. Some couples need softness immediately. Others need teasing to break tension faster. Some people want dominance while secretly craving reassurance underneath it all.
Youâve learned how to read hesitation in breathing patterns alone over the years. Learned how to hear smiles through silence. The thought makes you glance toward your phone again resting now on the kitchen counter while the confirmation remains open beneath the dim apartment lighting.
First time trying something like this. Weâre both nervous lol. The message repeats quietly through your head afterward. You already know tomorrowâs session will probably start with laughter. Nervous couples almost always laugh first.
Eventually you move toward the kitchen to pour yourself another glass of wine.
The city glitters endlessly outside the windows now while soft jazz hums quietly through the apartment and cool marble presses beneath your fingertips as you lean briefly against the counter.
Your phone lights up again with an automated reminder confirming tomorrowâs appointment time. You glance toward it lazily while taking another sip of wine afterward.
Somewhere across the city two women are probably lying tangled together in bed right now thinking about tomorrowâs call far more than they should be already. Maybe one of them keeps replaying your voice note in her head. Maybe the other one keeps teasing her about it.
The idea settles warmly into your chest for reasons you donât fully examine too closely. Youâve always liked anticipation. The quiet intimacy before something actually happens. Sometimes that part becomes even more revealing than the session itself.
You reach over and finally mark the appointment as personally confirmed before locking your phone again. Then you disappear down the hallway toward your bedroom while the skyline continues glowing softly beyond the windows behind you.
By the time the next evening finally arrives, Baran feels like sheâs losing her mind a little.
Not dramatically.
Quietly.
Constantly.
The anticipation has followed her through the entire day like static humming beneath her skin no matter how hard she tries focusing on anything else. Even waking up beside Trinity that morning had felt different somehow.
Softer. More dangerous. Trinity had immediately noticed too because the second Baran opened her eyes, sheâd smiled lazily against the pillow and murmured, âYou nervous already?â in that amused voice that made heat crawl straight into Baranâs face before sheâd even fully woken up yet.
The rest of the day only gets worse from there. Every accidental touch feels charged. Every glance lingers too long. By late afternoon Trinity has kissed her three separate times while they cook dinner together simply because apparently she canât stop herself this week.
Baran nearly burns garlic at one point because Trinity walks up behind her, slides both hands around her waist, and quietly whispers, âThink sheâll like hearing how shy you get?â directly beside her ear. Baran physically has to lean forward against the kitchen counter afterward because her knees suddenly feel embarrassingly weak.
Meanwhile across the city, youâre getting ready for the call.
Your apartment glows warmly beneath soft evening light while jazz drifts quietly through hidden speakers and the skyline burns gold outside enormous windows stretching across the living room. You move slowly through your routine tonight. Unhurried. Comfortable.
Thereâs still almost an hour before the session starts, but preparation has always mattered to you. Not because clients can physically see you. Most never do. But because confidence changes your voice. Mood changes pacing. Atmosphere changes intimacy.
You shower slowly beneath steaming water before moisturizing your skin carefully afterward simply because it makes you feel good. Soft silk settles smoothly across your body once you change into comfortable lounge clothes, oversized sweater sleeves slipping halfway down your hands while you pad barefoot across polished hardwood floors toward the kitchen.
Your phone sits charging neatly beside the couch while the booking details remain open quietly against the screen. Trinity and Baran. First session. Nervous couple. Something about the thought still lingers pleasantly in the back of your mind hours later.
Back at the apartment, Baran is trying very hard to pretend sheâs functioning normally.
She absolutely is not.
Trinity notices immediately.
The second dinner finishes, Baran starts cleaning dishes far too aggressively while avoiding eye contact completely. Trinity watches her for approximately thirty seconds before laughing softly beneath her breath. âBaby,â she says while leaning casually against the kitchen island.
âYouâre literally stress washing a plate.â Baran glares weakly over her shoulder while Trinity grins openly at her now. The apartment feels warm tonight.
Domestic. Soft yellow lighting spilling across countertops while music hums quietly through the speakers and the city glows beyond the windows outside. Usually evenings like this calm Baran down.
Tonight every second only seems to pull her closer toward the call waiting later. Trinity eventually walks over behind her afterward, sliding both arms around Baranâs waist while her chin settles comfortably against her shoulder.
âHey,â Trinity murmurs quietly. âWe donât have to do anything you donât want to.â The reassurance settles immediately into Baranâs chest. She leans backward automatically into Trinityâs warmth afterward while slowly drying her hands against a dish towel.
âI know,â she says softly.
Thatâs the thing though.
She wants to.
Badly.
Which honestly might be the most embarrassing part of all this.
The curiosity has grown into something much needier now over the past week. Baran keeps imagining your voice unexpectedly at random moments throughout the day. Keeps imagining Trinity beside her while somebody else notices every tiny reaction she makes.
The fantasy alone makes heat spread low in her stomach every single time it slips into her head. Trinity clearly knows that too because she kisses slowly beneath Baranâs ear afterward before quietly whispering, âYouâre thinking too hard again.â
Baran exhales shakily beneath the touch while Trinityâs hands slide slowly over her waist. âI canât help it,â she admits quietly. Trinity hums softly against her skin afterward. âYou know what I think?â Baran already regrets asking. âWhat?â
Trinity smiles lazily before kissing the side of her neck again. âI think our attending is secretly desperate for attention.â Baran physically hides her face against Trinityâs shoulder with a horrified noise while Trinity bursts into laughter immediately afterward.
Across the city, you finally settle comfortably onto the couch with ten minutes left before the session starts.
The apartment feels beautifully quiet now.
Your candle burns low beside the coffee table while soft jazz hums through the room and the skyline glitters endlessly beyond the windows behind you.
Your headset rests beside your wine glass untouched for now while your phone screen glows faintly against the couch cushion. You reread the booking notes one final time before the call. First time trying something like this.
Weâre both nervous lol. The message still makes you smile faintly to yourself even now. Nervous couples always bring a different kind of energy to conversations. Softer. More vulnerable. More honest. You suspect Baran will probably be the quieter one almost immediately.
Trinity feels like the type whoâll compensate with teasing confidence at first before eventually unraveling herself once enough attention turns her way too. Youâve gotten frighteningly good at reading dynamics over the years. Still, part of you remains curious tonight in a way you donât usually allow yourself to become.
Your fingers wrap slowly around the stem of your wine glass while the appointment timer quietly ticks lower on the screen. Then finally, with less than sixty seconds remaining, your phone lights softly with the incoming call notification.
On the other side of the city, Baran immediately forgets how breathing works.
The apartment around her suddenly feels too warm, too quiet, too small all at once while Trinityâs thigh presses firmly against hers beneath the blankets.
Theyâre sitting tangled together against the headboard exactly the way theyâd been for the last fifteen minutes pretending neither of them were nervous while the call timer counted steadily downward toward this moment.
Trinity holds the phone loosely in one hand near the middle of the bed, speaker turned on low while Baran curls instinctively closer against her side without even realizing sheâs doing it.
The second the line clicks alive, both of them physically still. Soft jazz hums faintly somewhere behind your voice while the sound of your breathing settles warmly through the speaker before you finally speak.
âHi, sweet girls.â The greeting is gentle. Warm. Calm enough that it immediately catches both of them off guard because neither of them expected you to sound this real. This soft.
Trinityâs eyes instantly flick sideways toward Baran and nearly betray her completely right there because Baranâs entire face goes visibly pink within seconds. You havenât even done anything yet besides say hello and somehow Baran already looks like sheâs trying to survive a medical emergency.
Meanwhile youâre smiling softly to yourself from your couch.
Because you can hear it immediately.
The hesitation.
The nervous little silence stretching just a second too long after your greeting.
You shift more comfortably against the cushions while the city glows endlessly beyond your apartment windows and wait patiently instead of rushing to fill the quiet. Nervous couples almost always need a few extra seconds during first calls.
Youâve learned that silence can become comforting when you let people settle into it properly instead of forcing performance too early. Eventually Trinity clears her throat softly on the other end of the line.
âHi,â she says first, voice carrying that careful confidence people use when theyâre trying not to sound nervous at all. You immediately recognize the energy. The protective one. The partner trying to hold the conversation together while the other one quietly melts beside her.
âHi, Trinity,â you answer warmly enough that she laughs softly under her breath in surprise. Then you pause deliberately before adding gentler,
âAnd hi, Baran.â The effect is immediate. You hear Baran inhale sharply over the line before she mutters the quietest little âhiâ imaginable from somewhere beside Trinity. Trinity physically bites back a grin watching it happen in real time beside her.
The apartment around Baran feels unreal now.
Her entire body is hyperaware suddenly.
The blankets tangled around her legs. Trinityâs hand resting warmly against her thigh. The sound of your voice moving softly through the speakers while low music hums faintly somewhere behind you. It all feels far too intimate already considering this call has existed for less than sixty seconds.
Baran keeps her face half hidden against Trinityâs shoulder while Trinity openly watches her unravel beside her with growing amusement.
âOkay,â Trinity says eventually, unable to stop smiling now. âSee, this is exactly what I knew was gonna happen.â You laugh softly on the other end of the line at that. The sound immediately settles warmly through both of them somehow.
âWhat was gonna happen?â you ask gently. Trinity shifts slightly against the pillows afterward while her fingers begin absentmindedly rubbing slow circles against Baranâs thigh beneath the blankets. âShe gets shy when sheâs flustered,â
Trinity answers casually while Baran immediately makes a horrified little noise beside her. You hum quietly afterward like youâre considering the information carefully.
âMm,â you murmur softly. âI noticed.â The words physically short circuit Baranâs brain almost instantly. Trinity bursts into laughter beside her while Baran hides her entire face against Trinityâs neck now.
And honestly?
You think theyâre adorable already.
Thereâs something deeply soft about them together even through a phone call. You can hear the affection in the way Trinity keeps laughing gently instead of cruelly.
You can hear the trust in the way Baran immediately curls closer instead of shutting down completely. Most importantly though, you can hear exhaustion sitting quietly beneath both their voices.
The kind of exhaustion that comes from jobs swallowing too much of peopleâs lives. Youâve become strangely good at recognizing it over the years.
âLong week?â you ask softly afterward while adjusting more comfortably against your couch cushions. The line goes briefly quiet again before Trinity groans dramatically. âYou have no idea.â
You smile faintly to yourself while tracing your fingertip lazily around the rim of your wine glass resting beside you. âHospital?â you ask gently. Trinity immediately laughs again. âWas it that obvious?â You hum quietly afterward.
âYou both sound tired.â The observation settles softly between all three of you afterward. Then Baran finally speaks again for the first time in almost a minute. âWe work in the ED,â she says quietly, voice still soft with lingering embarrassment. Something about hearing her talk more confidently for a second makes warmth flicker pleasantly through your chest.
âEmergency medicine girls,â you murmur thoughtfully.
âThat explains a lot.â
Trinity smiles immediately at the soft amusement in your voice while Baran slowly lifts her head again from Trinityâs shoulder beside her. âWhat does that mean?â Trinity asks curiously. You shift slightly against your couch before answering honestly.
âMeans you both probably spend most of your lives taking care of everyone except yourselves.â
The silence afterward feels different from the earlier nervousness. Heavier somehow. More intimate. Trinityâs fingers stop moving briefly against Baranâs thigh while Baran physically feels her chest tighten unexpectedly at the observation.
You continue softly before either of them can answer. âPeople in caregiving jobs usually forget theyâre allowed to want attention too.â
The words settle directly into Baranâs stomach like you physically reached through the phone and touched something vulnerable inside her.
Trinity notices instantly because she glances sideways toward Baran and finds her already staring downward at the blankets looking completely affected again.
âHoly shit,â Trinity mutters softly beneath her breath while tightening her hand slightly against Baranâs thigh. You laugh quietly at the reaction.
âWhat?â you ask innocently. Trinity immediately shakes her head while still staring at Baran beside her. âNothing,â she says carefully. âYou just read her frighteningly fast.â
You smile softly to yourself on the other end of the line after that.
Not smug.
Just warm.
Because Trinityâs reaction tells you almost everything you need to know already. You can practically picture the look Baran must be wearing beside her right now without needing to physically see either of them. The shy silence. The lowered eyes.
The way sheâs probably curling further into Trinityâs side while pretending she isnât completely affected by being perceived this quickly. âIâm not trying to psychoanalyze anybody,â you say gently afterward while adjusting more comfortably against your couch cushions.
âYouâd just be surprised how easy people become to read once they relax a little.â Trinity hums thoughtfully at that while her fingers resume slow absentminded circles against Baranâs thigh beneath the blankets. Baran physically feels every movement now.
Her body seems embarrassingly sensitive tonight. To Trinityâs touch. To your voice. To the fact both of you are suddenly paying attention to her at the same time.
âThat sounds fake,â Trinity says eventually, amusement still lingering in her voice. You laugh softly through the speaker afterward. âYou think Iâm lying?â Trinity immediately grins. âI think youâre very good at this.â
The compliment settles pleasantly through your chest.
But Baranâs the one you keep noticing.
Mostly because sheâs so quiet now.
Not uncomfortable quiet.
Listening quiet.
The kind of silence people slip into when theyâre absorbing every word too carefully. Youâve learned to recognize that reaction almost immediately over the years too. âYou okay over there, Baran?â you ask softly after another moment passes. The effect is immediate.
Trinity visibly watches Baran tense beside her while heat floods instantly into her face all over again. âMhm,â Baran answers too quickly. Trinity bites down hard on her lip afterward to stop herself from laughing again. You hear the movement faintly through the phone anyway.
âYou know,â you murmur thoughtfully, voice still soft enough that Baranâs stomach twists harder immediately. âI think Trinityâs right.â Trinity perks up instantly beside her. âAbout what?â You hum quietly afterward before answering,
âYou do get shy when attention lands on you.â Baran physically hides her face against Trinityâs shoulder again while Trinity finally loses the battle against laughter completely.
âBaby,â Trinity says between soft laughs while wrapping an arm tighter around her. âYouâre literally proving her point right now.â Baran makes another horrified noise directly into Trinityâs hoodie.
And honestly?
The sound nearly makes you smile harder.
Thereâs something painfully genuine about them together already.
You can hear years of affection in every tiny interaction between them. Trinity teases constantly, but she softens every single time Baran gets overwhelmed. Meanwhile Baran melts into every touch Trinity gives her automatically like her body already knows exactly where safety lives.
The intimacy between them sits everywhere beneath the conversation now. In the quiet little laughs. In the way Trinity keeps rubbing slow circles against Baranâs thigh while speaking. In the way Baranâs breathing visibly steadies every time Trinity touches her.
âHow long have you two been together?â you ask eventually while lifting your wine glass lazily from the coffee table beside you. Trinity answers first this time. âAlmost two years.â
You hum softly afterward. âAnd howâd you meet?â Trinity immediately laughs quietly beneath her breath. âHospital,â she says. âVery romantic.â
Baran finally lifts her head enough to speak properly again afterward, voice still quieter than Trinityâs but steadier now. âShe got into an argument with an attending in the middle of the ED.â
Trinity sounds offended immediately. âI was right.â
âYou were loud,â Baran corrects softly.
You laugh quietly through the speaker at that.
The sound settles warmly through the room around them.
âSee?â you murmur afterward. âThere she is.â
Baran immediately freezes.
âWhat?â she asks carefully.
âYou sound more relaxed now,â you answer honestly. âI was waiting for that.â Trinity physically watches Baran short circuit beside her again after hearing that.
The realization that youâre paying this much attention to her reactions specifically seems to completely undo her every single time. Trinity honestly canât decide if itâs adorable or cruel anymore. Probably both.
âYou really like making her nervous, huh?â Trinity asks eventually, smiling into Baranâs hair afterward while Baran stays half hidden against her shoulder again.
You consider the question thoughtfully for a second before answering carefully. âNot nervous.â Your voice softens slightly afterward. âSeen.â The word settles heavily through the line afterward. Baranâs breath catches quietly enough that you almost miss it completely.
Almost.
Trinity notices too though. She immediately glances sideways toward Baran and finds her staring downward again with that same overwhelmed expression from earlier. Something warm twists unexpectedly through Trinityâs chest at the sight.
Because honestly?
Baran deserves this.
Deserves attention that doesnât revolve around work or responsibility or surviving trauma shifts half asleep. Deserves softness. Deserves being looked at carefully enough that somebody notices how quickly she folds under genuine affection.
Trinity presses a quiet kiss against the side of her head afterward before speaking again. âOkay,â she says eventually while pulling Baran slightly closer beneath the blankets. âNow Iâm curious.â
You smile faintly to yourself. âAbout?â
Trinity glances downward toward Baran before answering honestly. âHow you figured her out so fast.â
You laugh softly again afterward, the sound low and warm through the speaker. âThat partâs easy,â you admit gently. âBaran sounds like someone who spends all day holding herself together for other people.â
The words settle directly into the center of Baranâs chest. Trinity physically feels her go still beside her afterward too. You continue softly before either of them can interrupt. âPeople like that usually melt the hardest once somebody starts taking care of them instead.â
Silence follows immediately afterward. Thick. Warm. Intimate enough that even you can feel it through the phone. Then Trinity finally looks down toward Baran again and quietly says, âHoly shit, baby.â Because Baran genuinely looks like she might combust beneath the blankets beside her.
Baran physically cannot look either of you in the metaphorical eye after that.
She just curls tighter into Trinityâs side beneath the blankets while heat floods all the way down her neck, one hand gripping weakly at the fabric of Trinityâs hoodie like it might somehow save her from this conversation.
Trinity, unfortunately, looks completely delighted by the entire thing now. âNo, because sheâs right,â Trinity says softly while staring openly down at Baran beside her.
âThatâs literally exactly what you do.â Baran groans immediately into her shoulder. âPlease stop talking about me like Iâm not here.â You laugh quietly through the speaker at that, the sound warm enough that Baranâs stomach twists all over again.
âSorry, sweetheart,â you murmur gently. âYouâre just very easy to read.â
Baran makes another weak little noise while Trinity tightens her arm around her waist beneath the blankets. The entire apartment feels too warm now. Too intimate. Baran can physically feel the call settling deeper beneath her skin every passing minute.
Sheâd expected something performative tonight. Something dirtier immediately. Instead somehow this feels worse. Softer. More personal. Like youâre slowly peeling her open without even touching her.
Meanwhile youâre trying very hard not to smile too much into your wine glass.
Because honestly?
You like them.
Not in the unhealthy way people outside this line of work sometimes assume happens constantly. Youâve learned long ago how to keep emotional boundaries intact. But some clients click easier than others. Some conversations feel natural immediately instead of forced. Trinity and Baran already feel like that.
The affection between them hums constantly beneath every sentence. Even through the phone you can hear how instinctively Trinity takes care of Baran. How quickly her teasing softens into reassurance whenever Baran gets too overwhelmed.
âYou know what I think?â you ask softly after another moment passes. Trinity hums curiously while Baran stays mostly hidden against her shoulder still. âI think Trinity likes watching you get flustered.â
Trinity immediately laughs. âOh, absolutely.â Baran physically tightens her grip on Trinityâs hoodie afterward.
âThis is bullying,â she mutters weakly. You laugh quietly again while Trinity presses another kiss into Baranâs hair.
âNo,â Trinity says softly. âYouâre just really cute like this.â
Baran hates how warm the praise makes her feel.
Especially hearing it from both of you now.
The attention settles low and heavy in her stomach every single time one of you focuses too closely on her. Trinity notices it too. She can physically feel how tense Baranâs become beside her now beneath the blankets. Not uncomfortable tense. Affected tense. Like she doesnât know where to put all the nervous energy building inside her body anymore.
Trinityâs hand slides slowly higher along Baranâs thigh afterward almost automatically, fingers smoothing absentmindedly against soft fabric while she keeps listening to your voice through the speaker.
âCan I ask you both something?â you murmur softly from your couch across the city. Trinity answers first. âSure.â
Thereâs a small pause afterward before you ask gently, âWho suggested this first?â The reaction is immediate. Trinity bursts into laughter while Baran physically groans beside her like she already knows sheâs about to be exposed horribly.
âOh, it was absolutely her,â Trinity says instantly while pointing downward at Baran curled against her side. âTrinity,â Baran whines quietly. The sound nearly destroys both of you at once.
You actually laugh out loud this time.
Not mockingly.
Genuinely amused.
âWait,â you say softly afterward. âReally?â
Trinity sounds thrilled by this entire conversation now. âOh yeah,â she says immediately. âShe randomly brought up phone sex lines one night out of nowhere and then acted like she wanted to die after saying it.â Baran makes another mortified sound while hiding her face completely against Trinityâs neck now.
The movement exposes the side of her throat slightly beneath the soft apartment lighting, and Trinity instinctively turns her head enough to press a slow kiss there without even thinking about it. Baran visibly melts the second she does.
You notice immediately through the tiny shaky breath she lets out afterward. So does Trinity. âThere she is,â Trinity murmurs softly against her skin while smiling to herself now. âThatâs the sound she makes when sheâs embarrassed.â
Baran physically tightens against her again beneath the blankets while you stay quiet for one deliberate second too long on the other end of the line. Then finally you murmur gently, âYou sound beautiful when you get shy.â The silence afterward feels catastrophic.
Trinityâs eyes widen immediately beside her.
Because Baran genuinely stops functioning for a second.
Her breathing catches sharply while her entire body goes tense beneath the blankets, fingers clutching hard enough at Trinityâs hoodie now that Trinity can physically feel the reaction through the fabric.
âHoly shit,â Trinity whispers softly before she can stop herself. You laugh quietly through the speaker afterward, though your voice softens immediately once you realize how affected Baran actually became from one sentence alone. âToo much?â you ask gently.
Baran shakes her head instantly despite the fact you canât physically see her. âNo,â she says quickly. Too quickly. Trinity immediately grins afterward because she recognizes the tone in Baranâs voice now.
Breathless. Quiet. Needier than before. âBaby,â Trinity murmurs softly while brushing her fingers slowly against the inside of Baranâs thigh beneath the blankets. âYou okay?â
Baran finally lifts her head slightly from Trinityâs shoulder afterward, face still flushed pink while she tries very hard to gather herself together enough to answer normally. âMhm,â she whispers. You hum thoughtfully on the other end of the line afterward.
âYou know,â you murmur gently. âI think you spend too much time trying to stay composed.â The observation settles directly into Baranâs chest again. âI donât think anyone tells you nice things often enough.â
Trinity physically feels Baranâs thighs press together beneath the blankets afterward. And honestly? That reaction nearly ruins Trinity completely.
The conversation becomes easier after that.
Not less intimate.
Just softer somehow.
The nervousness slowly starts dissolving from Baranâs body piece by piece the longer the call continues. Trinity notices it first. The way Baran finally stops hiding her face every thirty seconds.
The way her shoulders gradually loosen beneath the blankets while your voice continues moving warmly through the apartment speakers. Even her laugh changes eventually.
Earlier it had sounded embarrassed every time it slipped out. Tight. Breathless. Now it starts sounding fuller instead. Real. The shift settles pleasantly through Trinityâs chest while she watches Baran curled comfortably against her side beneath the dim apartment lighting. Your conversation drifts naturally after that too.
Less focused on teasing. More conversational in a way that somehow feels even more intimate than if things had turned explicitly sexual immediately. You ask about their shifts at the hospital.
Trinity tells you a ridiculous story involving a drunk patient trying to flirt with half the emergency department while Baran laughs hard enough beside her that she nearly snorts into Trinityâs shoulder afterward.
The sound pulls a warm laugh from you through the phone too. âThere you are,â you murmur softly once Baran finally calms down again. âYou sound lighter now.â
Baran smiles automatically at the comment before she even realizes sheâs doing it.
Which honestly says everything.
The apartment feels completely different now compared to the beginning of the call. Earlier every silence had made her panic slightly. Every question felt loaded enough to send heat straight into her face.
But now? Now sheâs relaxed enough that her legs are tangled fully with Trinityâs beneath the blankets while one of Trinityâs hands rests absentmindedly against her stomach, fingers lazily tracing back and forth through the fabric of her hoodie.
The intimacy of the position settles warmly through Baranâs body while she listens to you laugh softly at something Trinity says again. You sound comfortable too. Natural. Nothing about your voice feels fake or exaggerated the way Baran half expected before tonight. Thereâs no performance in the way you speak to them.
No awkward forced seduction hiding beneath every sentence. Somehow that makes everything feel far more dangerous instead. Because Baran can physically feel herself liking you. Not romantically.
Just⌠comfortably. She likes the way you ask questions and actually listen to the answers afterward. Likes how patient you are with silences. Likes how you never once made either of them feel stupid for being nervous tonight.
Meanwhile youâre noticing the exact moment Baran finally settles properly into herself too.
It always happens eventually.
Thereâs a point in most calls where people stop performing nervousness and simply exist instead. You can hear the difference instantly over the phone now. Baran interrupts Trinity more comfortably. Laughs easier. Speaks before overthinking every sentence first.
The sound settles pleasantly through your chest while you shift deeper into the couch cushions with your wine glass balanced loosely between your fingers. âOkay,â you murmur eventually once another round of laughter settles between all three of you. âI have another important question.â
Trinity immediately groans dramatically. âWhy does that sound threatening?â You laugh softly at the reaction. âBecause it is.â
Baran smiles faintly beside her while Trinity narrows her eyes suspiciously toward the speakerphone resting on the bed between them. âAlright,â Trinity says cautiously. âWhat is it?â
You hum thoughtfully for one second before asking casually, âWho fell first?â The silence afterward is immediate. Then Trinity bursts into laughter while Baran groans loudly enough that you physically smile into your wine glass again.
âOh my god,â Baran mutters weakly beside Trinity.
âYouâre evil.â
âAnswer the question,â you reply sweetly.
Trinityâs entire body shakes with quiet laughter now while Baran immediately tries hiding her face against her shoulder again out of pure instinct. The difference this time though is that sheâs smiling while doing it instead of genuinely panicking.
âIt was her,â Trinity says instantly while pointing down toward Baran beneath the blankets. âTraitor,â Baran mutters into her hoodie. Trinity presses a kiss against the top of her head while still grinning.
âBaby, you literally followed me around the ED pretending you needed help with patients you absolutely did not need help with.â Baran finally lifts her head again just enough to glare weakly upward at her. âThat happened one time.â Trinity immediately scoffs. âYou asked me to help you start an IV.â
âI was tired.â
âYouâre an attending.â The entire apartment fills with laughter afterward. Yours joins theirs easily now too, warm through the speakers while Baran finally laughs loudly enough that Trinity physically feels the sound against her chest. Itâs probably the hardest Baranâs laughed in weeks honestly.
And maybe thatâs why Trinity suddenly goes quiet afterward.
Just briefly.
Because sheâs watching Baran carefully now.
Watching the relaxed softness thatâs settled into her body over the last hour. The easy smile lingering around her mouth. The warmth in her eyes. Trinity hadnât fully realized how tense Baranâs been lately until tonight started slowly peeling it away piece by piece.
Work had swallowed both of them so thoroughly these last few months that Trinity almost forgot what Baran looked like fully relaxed. But now sheâs here. Warm beneath the blankets. Smiling into Trinityâs shoulder while talking openly with someone who somehow managed to make her feel seen within minutes.
The realization settles strangely emotionally into Trinityâs chest. You notice the shift too. âYou okay over there?â you ask gently after Trinity falls quiet too long.
Trinity blinks once before smiling faintly toward the speakerphone again. âYeah,â she says honestly while her fingers slide slowly through Baranâs hair.
âI justâŚâ She glances downward toward Baran curled against her side before finishing quietly, âI havenât heard her laugh this much in a while.â
The confession settles softly through the line afterward. Baran immediately stills slightly beside her before looking upward again. Trinity smiles softly the second their eyes meet. Then she leans down and kisses her gently before either of you can say anything else.
The kiss is soft at first.
Barely there.
You only hear the quiet shift of blankets and the faint sound of Trinity moving closer before silence settles briefly through the speaker again. Then comes the unmistakable sound of lips meeting somewhere on the other end of the line. Warm. Slow. Familiar in a way that immediately changes the atmosphere between all three of you.
You donât interrupt them right away. Thatâs one of the first things you learned years ago doing this work. People need room to fall into each other naturally before you guide them anywhere deeper.
So instead you stay quiet on your couch with your wine glass balanced loosely between your fingers while soft jazz hums through your apartment and the city glitters endlessly beyond the windows behind you.
On the other side of town, Trinityâs hand cups gently against Baranâs jaw while she kisses her slowly beneath the blankets, their conversation fading naturally into touch instead. Baran melts immediately. Of course she does.
Trinity can physically feel it happening beneath her fingertips the second Baran sighs softly into the kiss and curls closer against her chest. Something warm flickers through your stomach hearing it through the speaker.
Not jealousy. Satisfaction maybe. The kind that comes from recognizing exactly when two people stop overthinking and start wanting each other instead.
You smile faintly afterward before finally speaking again.
âThere she is.â
The words settle softly through the apartment around them.
Trinity pulls back first, though only barely, lips still brushing lazily against Baranâs while Baran visibly tries gathering herself together again beneath the blankets. âYou can hear us?â Trinity asks with quiet amusement in her voice.
You laugh softly through the speaker. âSweetheart,â you murmur warmly. âI can hear everything.â The effect on Baran is immediate. Trinity physically feels her tense slightly beneath the blankets again while warmth floods straight back into her face.
âOh my god,â Baran whispers weakly while hiding briefly against Trinityâs shoulder afterward. Trinity grins immediately at the reaction before pressing another kiss into Baranâs hair.
âYouâre doing that thing again,â Trinity murmurs softly beside her ear. âWhat thing?â Baran asks quietly.
Trinityâs smile grows lazier afterward while her fingers slide slowly down Baranâs side beneath the blanket. âGetting all shy because somebodyâs paying attention to you.â Baran physically shivers at the words this time. You notice immediately.
And honestly?
Now you finally understand the dynamic fully.
Trinityâs confidence isnât performative the way you initially assumed.
Not entirely.
A lot of it revolves around Baran instead. Around taking care of her. Teasing her. Watching her unravel safely beneath attention and affection. Meanwhile Baran clearly spends most of her life holding herself together so tightly that being wanted openly almost overwhelms her every single time.
The realization settles warmly into your chest while you shift more comfortably against the couch cushions. âCan I tell you both something?â you ask softly afterward. Trinity hums curiously while Baran stays suspiciously quiet beside her now. You smile faintly before continuing.
âYou sound happiest when youâre focused on each other.â Silence follows immediately afterward. Not awkward silence. Heavy silence. The kind where words settle directly into people instead of simply passing through conversations meaninglessly.
Trinityâs fingers still slowly against Baranâs waist beneath the blankets. Baranâs chest aches unexpectedly hearing it spoken aloud like that. Because itâs true.
Somewhere between endless shifts and exhaustion and routine, theyâd stopped looking at each other this carefully for a while. The realization sits quietly between them now while your voice continues warmly through the speakers.
âYou know what I think?â you murmur gently.
Neither of them answers immediately.
You continue anyway.
âI think you both miss being wanted without responsibility attached to it.â The words land directly inside Baranâs chest hard enough to make her breathing falter briefly again. Trinity notices immediately. Her hand slides upward beneath the blanket afterward until her fingers settle softly against the back of Baranâs neck instead.
âFuck,â Trinity whispers quietly beneath her breath. You hear it anyway. âToo accurate?â you ask softly. Trinity laughs weakly afterward while brushing her thumb slowly along Baranâs neck.
âA little.â Baran stays quiet beside her for another second before finally speaking again, voice softer now than earlier. âWorkâs just been⌠a lot lately.â Something about the honesty in her tone makes your own voice soften instinctively in response.
âI know,â you murmur gently. âThatâs why tonight matters.â Trinity glances downward immediately afterward and finds Baran already staring at her beneath the dim bedroom light with this open vulnerable expression that makes Trinityâs chest tighten painfully.
Because suddenly this feels bigger than sex.
More intimate somehow.
You notice the shift too.
The emotional openness settling through the line now.
Thatâs usually the moment sessions begin changing shape for people. The moment vulnerability stops feeling theoretical and starts becoming physical instead. You set your wine glass carefully onto the coffee table afterward before speaking again, voice dropping slightly softer than before.
âCan I ask for something?â Trinity answers first this time, quieter now herself. âOkay.â You smile faintly to yourself. âI want you to kiss her again.â
The silence afterward feels immediate and electric. Baran visibly freezes beside Trinity while Trinityâs eyebrows lift slightly toward the speakerphone resting between them on the bed. You continue gently before either of them can overthink it. âSlowly this time,â you murmur.
âAnd I want Baran to stop hiding when she likes it.â The words settle heavily through the room around them. Trinityâs eyes immediately slide downward toward Baran again while Baran visibly struggles not to combust beneath the blankets.
âBaby,â Trinity whispers softly afterward, voice full of quiet amusement and affection all at once. Baran lets out the smallest embarrassed laugh imaginable. Then Trinity cups her face carefully in both hands and kisses her again anyway.
Trinity kisses her slowly this time.
Exactly the way you tell her to.
No teasing now. No laughing either. Just deep deliberate kisses while both her hands cup Baranâs face carefully beneath the dim bedroom light, thumbs brushing slowly across flushed cheeks while her mouth moves against hers with growing hunger.
Baran melts immediately beneath it. You can hear every tiny reaction through the speaker now that sheâs stopped trying so hard to hide them. The soft shaky breaths. The little whimpers slipping loose whenever Trinity deepens the kiss properly.
The faint rustle of blankets shifting while Baran unconsciously crawls closer into Trinityâs lap like her body already knows exactly where it wants to be. You lean deeper into your couch cushions across the city while soft jazz hums quietly through your apartment and listen to them unravel together.
âThatâs it,â you murmur firmly through the speaker. âTouch her properly.â
Trinity groans softly against Baranâs mouth afterward before immediately obeying, one hand sliding down from Baranâs jaw along her throat while the other grips harder at her waist beneath the blankets. Baran visibly shivers beneath the touch, breath catching sharply when Trinityâs fingers tighten possessively against her side.
âThere you go,â you praise softly afterward.
âShe sounds prettier every second.â
The compliment nearly destroys Baran completely. Trinity physically feels her thighs press together beneath the blankets while another weak little sound escapes her mouth into the kiss.
âFuck,â Trinity whispers hoarsely against her lips before kissing her harder again. The entire atmosphere in the apartment changes now. Earlier everything had felt soft. Intimate. Nervous. Now thereâs heat sitting heavily beneath every touch and breath while the call slowly drags them somewhere much more dangerous.
Trinityâs mouth trails away from Baranâs lips toward her jaw before moving lower along the side of her throat, kissing slowly enough that Baranâs breathing completely loses rhythm beneath her.
âDonât rush her,â you murmur through the speaker while shifting your wine glass lazily between your fingers. âExplore her.â
Trinity obeys instantly. Her hands move slower afterward. More deliberate. Fingertips dragging carefully beneath the hem of Baranâs hoodie while her mouth kisses lower against warm skin. Baran physically arches beneath the touch without meaning to, soft breathless sounds slipping from her every few seconds now.
You smile faintly to yourself hearing it.
Because now theyâre forgetting about the phone.
Forgetting about embarrassment.
Forgetting about overthinking.
Thatâs always the point where sessions become truly intimate. Trinityâs hand slips fully beneath Baranâs hoodie now, warm fingers spreading slowly across her stomach while Baran visibly trembles beneath the contact.
âGood,â you murmur softly afterward. âNow undress her.â
The silence afterward feels electric. Trinity pauses briefly against Baranâs throat before glancing downward at her beneath the dim bedroom light. Baranâs entire face burns instantly hearing the instruction spoken aloud so casually.
âTrin,â she whispers weakly while Trinity smiles lazily against her skin. âYou heard her, baby.â
Your voice softens slightly afterward, though the firmness stays there now. âTake your time with it,â you instruct quietly. âTouch her like itâs your first night together again.â
Trinity visibly swallows at the words before her fingers slowly curl around the hem of Baranâs hoodie. The fabric slides upward inch by inch while Trinity kisses every new piece of exposed skin she uncovers. Baran physically melts beneath it.
The hoodie disappears onto the floor beside the bed a second later.
Then Trinity stops moving entirely for a moment.
Just looking at her.
You hear the silence through the line immediately. Heavy. Focused. Trinityâs breathing slows while her hands settle carefully against Baranâs bare waist now like sheâs genuinely rediscovering her body all over again. âTell her what youâre seeing,â you murmur softly through the speaker.
Trinity exhales quietly afterward before speaking in this rough low voice that immediately makes Baran clench her thighs tighter together beneath the blankets.
âSheâs beautiful,â Trinity says softly while her hands slide slowly upward along Baranâs ribs. âAlways acts all composed at work and then falls apart this easily the second I touch her.â
Baran whimpers softly at the words while Trinityâs thumbs brush teasingly beneath her bra. âThere,â you murmur warmly. âThat sound again.â
Trinity groans weakly afterward because hearing somebody else notice every tiny reaction Baran makes is doing something deeply unfair to her too now. âTake her bra off,â you instruct calmly. âThen touch her slowly.â
Trinity obeys immediately. Her fingers move behind Baranâs back before the clasp snaps open softly through the speaker. Baran visibly shivers the second cool air hits her skin afterward while Trinity slowly pulls the fabric away and tosses it carelessly somewhere across the room.
âFuck,â Trinity breathes quietly afterward.
Not teasing anymore.
Completely gone for her now.
Her hands settle against Baranâs bare chest almost reverently while Baran visibly tries not to collapse beneath the attention. Trinityâs thumbs drag slowly over her nipples before gently pinching one between her fingers, earning the prettiest sound yet from Baranâs throat.
âThatâs it,â you praise softly through the speaker. âLet her hear you.â Baranâs breathing completely falls apart afterward while Trinity lowers her head immediately, mouth closing warmly around one nipple while her fingers continue rolling the other between careful fingertips. The sound Baran makes nearly ruins both of you.
Trinity groans softly against her skin before sucking harder, one hand sliding lower along Baranâs stomach while Baranâs back arches helplessly beneath her mouth. âTouch each other like youâre starving,â you instruct more firmly now. âLike you forgot how good this feels.â
Trinity obeys instantly. Her kisses grow messier afterward, mouth moving greedily across Baranâs chest while her hand drags lower toward the waistband of her shorts beneath the blankets. Baran physically gasps when Trinityâs fingers finally brush between her thighs through thin fabric.
âThere she is,â you murmur warmly through the speaker while listening to Baran unravel completely now. âThatâs the girl who wanted this.â
Trinityâs hand stills briefly against the inside of Baranâs thigh after that.
Not because sheâs hesitating.
Because sheâs overwhelmed.
The blankets had already been shoved messily toward the end of the bed at some point during the kissing, leaving both of them fully exposed beneath the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp now.
Baran sits half sprawled across Trinityâs lap in nothing except her soaked shorts and panties, flushed skin glowing beautifully against dark sheets while her chest rises unevenly with every shaky breath slipping from her mouth.
Trinity can physically feel heat radiating from her body. Feel the way Baran keeps unconsciously spreading her thighs wider every time she touches her somewhere sensitive.
The thin fabric of Baranâs shorts clings embarrassingly close between her legs now too, visibly soaked through from how wet sheâs gotten during the call alone. Trinity notices immediately.
Of course she does.
Her fingers brush slowly over the damp fabric covering Baranâs clean-shaven pussy while Baran gasps sharply beneath her, thighs twitching helplessly around Trinityâs hand.
âFuck,â Trinity whispers weakly while staring downward. Baran physically tries hiding her face again at the sound of genuine awe in Trinityâs voice.
You hear the movement through the speaker immediately and smile faintly to yourself from your couch across the city. âDonât hide from her,â you murmur more firmly now. âLet her look at you.â
The words settle heavily through the room.
Trinity obeys instantly.
Her fingers hook slowly into the waistband of Baranâs shorts while her eyes stay fixed completely on her flushed trembling body beneath the warm bedroom light.
âTake them off,â you instruct calmly through the speaker. âSlowly.â
Trinity swallows once before sliding the shorts carefully down Baranâs thighs inch by inch until they disappear onto the floor beside the bed. The sound Baran makes when cool air finally hits her soaked panties nearly ruins Trinity on the spot.
Sheâs drenched already. The thin lace clings tightly against the outline of her pussy while wetness visibly darkens the fabric enough that Trinity can clearly make out the shape of her swollen lips beneath it.
âJesus christ,â Trinity breathes quietly. Baran whimpers softly at the tone alone while her thighs instinctively try pressing together from embarrassment.
Trinity immediately slides one hand between them to keep her spread open instead. âNo,â Trinity murmurs roughly while staring downward at her. âLet me see you.â
The possessiveness in her voice sends another pulse of wet heat through Baranâs body instantly.
You shift slightly deeper into your couch cushions afterward, thighs pressing together unconsciously beneath your silk robe while warmth curls low in your stomach in a way that genuinely surprises you. Usually you stay detached enough during sessions to maintain control easily. Tonight feels different somehow.
âTake her panties off too,â you murmur quietly afterward.
Your voice sounds slightly lower now.
Softer.
More affected than before.
Trinity obeys immediately, fingers hooking carefully beneath damp lace before peeling the fabric slowly down Baranâs trembling legs. The second her pussy is exposed fully beneath the bedroom light, Baran physically jolts beneath her with a broken little sound. Trinity actually groans out loud this time.
âFuck, baby,â she whispers weakly while staring openly between Baranâs thighs now. Her pussy looks gorgeous. Completely bare and slick with arousal, wetness glistening visibly between swollen folds while her clit twitches helplessly every time cool air brushes against sensitive skin.
Baran visibly squirms beneath Trinityâs stare alone, thighs trembling slightly while slick gathers embarrassingly fast between her legs. Trinityâs fingertips drag carefully through the wetness coating her folds afterward, spreading her arousal slowly while Baran gasps softly at the first direct touch.
âThatâs it,â you praise warmly through the speaker, your own breathing noticeably slower now too. âTouch her like you missed this.â Trinity lowers her head immediately afterward, mouth brushing slowly against the inside of Baranâs thigh while her fingers continue gliding through slick folds again. Baranâs entire body arches helplessly beneath her.
And honestly?
Youâre affected now too.
More than you should be.
Your wine glass sits completely forgotten on the coffee table while your thighs remain pressed tightly together beneath your robe, warmth pooling low in your stomach every time Baran makes another desperate sound through the speaker.
You usually guide conversations carefully without letting yourself fall too far into them emotionally or physically. But something about these two together feels unfairly intimate.
The way Trinity looks at Baran. The way Baran completely melts beneath praise and attention. The way they touch each other like they genuinely forgot how starving theyâd become for this. You inhale slowly before speaking again, voice quieter now but firmer too.
âNow I want Baran to touch Trinity.â The instruction immediately shifts the energy again. Trinity finally lifts her head from between Baranâs thighs, lips glossy already from kissing soft skin while Baran blinks down at her dazed and flushed.
âBaby,â Trinity murmurs softly while brushing damp fingers along Baranâs thigh. Baran visibly swallows before finally moving for the first time in several minutes. Her hands slide shakily toward Trinityâs waist afterward while Trinity sits back enough to let her.
âUndress her,â you instruct gently through the speaker.
âLike itâs the first time youâve ever had her.â
Baran physically shivers at the words before immediately obeying. Her fingers tremble slightly while pushing Trinityâs oversized shirt upward inch by inch, exposing warm skin and toned stomach beneath the soft bedroom light.
Trinity helps eventually, pulling the fabric over her head before tossing it carelessly aside somewhere across the room while Baran stares openly at her now. You hear the exact second Baranâs breathing changes again through the speaker.
Trinityâs nipples are already hard from arousal beneath her simple black bra, chest rising slowly with heavier breaths now while Baranâs hands settle carefully against her waist.
âPretty girl,â you murmur softly without thinking. Trinity actually groans quietly hearing it while Baran visibly clenches between her thighs again. âTake everything off,â you continue more firmly afterward. âI want you both bare for each other.â
Trinity immediately reaches behind herself to unclasp her bra before sliding it away completely. Baran stares openly now, eyes lingering on Trinityâs chest while her hands move slowly upward almost reverently. Trinity visibly shivers beneath the touch when Baranâs thumbs brush softly over her nipples. âThere you go,â you praise quietly through the speaker. âNow keep touching her.â
Trinityâs sweatpants disappear next.
Then her panties.
And suddenly both of them are fully exposed beneath the warm bedroom light together for the first time that night.
Baran visibly loses her breath the second Trinity settles back between her thighs completely naked now too. Trinityâs pussy looks entirely different from hers. Dark curls spread softly between strong thighs, trimmed but still thick enough to frame glistening folds already soaked with arousal.
Slick shines visibly through the dark hair while her swollen clit peeks beautifully between wet folds every time she shifts against the sheets. Baran actually moans softly at the sight before she can stop herself. Trinity nearly collapses hearing it.
âYou like looking at her?â you murmur softly through the speaker while your own fingers tighten slightly against the fabric of your robe now. Baran nods instinctively before remembering you canât see her.
âYes,â she whispers immediately afterward. Trinity groans quietly while Baranâs hand finally drifts lower between her thighs, fingertips brushing hesitantly through damp curls for the first time tonight. Trinityâs head falls back instantly with a rough exhale.
âFuck,â she breathes weakly while Baran stares openly between her legs now, fascinated by how wet she is already. Slick coats Baranâs fingertips almost immediately when she drags carefully through Trinityâs folds, gathering warmth and wetness while Trinity visibly trembles beneath the touch.
âThatâs it,â you murmur warmly through the speaker while heat coils tighter inside your own body now too. âExplore each other properly.â
Baranâs fingertips stay resting between Trinityâs thighs for another long second after that.
Almost hesitant.
Not because sheâs nervous anymore.
Because sheâs overwhelmed by how beautiful Trinity looks spread open beneath her like this. The warm bedroom light catches against slick folds and damp curls while Trinityâs chest rises unevenly with every heavier breath slipping from her mouth now.
Baran can physically feel wetness coating her fingertips already from that one careful touch alone. It makes her stomach twist hard enough to ache.
âGood,â you say softly through the speaker while shifting deeper into your couch cushions. Your voice sounds different now too. Lower. Heavier around the edges. âNow tell me what you see.â
The instruction settles directly into the room between them. Trinity visibly shivers beneath Baran while Baran immediately glances upward again with flushed cheeks and parted lips. âIâŚâ she starts weakly before stopping altogether.
Trinity laughs breathlessly beneath her, one hand sliding slowly up Baranâs thigh afterward. âBaby,â Trinity says softly. âUse your words.â The teasing warmth in her voice immediately makes Baranâs pulse jump harder.
You smile faintly to yourself listening to them.
Because this part always matters.
Making people slow down enough to truly look at each other again. Baran visibly swallows before her eyes drift downward once more between Trinityâs thighs. Her fingertips move carefully through damp curls again while Trinityâs hips twitch helplessly against the sheets beneath her.
âSheâsâŚâ Baran exhales shakily before trying again. âFuck.â Trinity visibly melts hearing genuine awe in her voice. âThere you go,â you praise warmly through the speaker. âKeep going.â
Baranâs hand slides slowly higher afterward, fingertips dragging through slick folds while Trinityâs head tips back immediately with a broken little moan. âSheâs so wet,â Baran whispers softly, voice completely wrecked already. âLike⌠really wet.â
Trinity groans weakly at the words while Baran keeps staring openly between her thighs now, fascinated by every tiny reaction she pulls from her.
âHer pussyâs so pretty,â Baran continues quietly afterward, confidence slowly building with every sentence now. âAnd soft.â Trinity physically clenches around nothing hearing her describe her like this.
âDescribe all of her,â you instruct calmly through the speaker.
âTake your time.â
Baran obeys instantly.
Her free hand drifts slowly upward along Trinityâs stomach afterward while she leans down carefully, lips brushing softly against the side of Trinityâs throat. Trinity visibly shivers beneath her the second Baran kisses her there. âShe has these little freckles here,â Baran whispers while kissing slowly along warm skin beneath Trinityâs jaw.
âAnd here.â Her lips trail lower afterward toward Trinityâs collarbone while Trinityâs breathing turns rougher immediately beneath her. âAnd she smells so fucking good.â The honesty in her voice nearly ruins Trinity on the spot.
Baranâs mouth moves lower along her chest afterward while her fingertips continue stroking lazily through slick folds between Trinityâs thighs. âHer boobs areâŚâ
Baran visibly loses her train of thought for a second once her mouth brushes against one soft breast. Trinity gasps softly beneath her while Baran kisses slowly across warm skin before finally closing her lips around one nipple.
âFuck,â Trinity breathes sharply while her back arches immediately off the mattress. You physically shift against your couch cushions at the sound, thighs pressing tighter together beneath your robe while heat pools lower in your stomach now too. âThatâs it,â you say firmly through the speaker. âUse your mouth on her.â
Baran obeys beautifully.
Like sheâs forgotten the phone entirely now.
Her tongue swirls slowly around Trinityâs nipple while her fingers drag carefully through slick folds below, spreading wetness through dark curls every time Trinityâs hips twitch helplessly upward toward her hand.
Trinityâs fingers immediately tangle into Baranâs hair while soft desperate sounds spill freely from her mouth now. âLook at her,â you instruct quietly. âTell me what happens when you touch her.â
Baran pulls back from Trinityâs chest just enough to look downward again, lips glossy and swollen from kissing skin while Trinity lies completely wrecked beneath her now.
Her nipples are hard and flushed from Baranâs mouth. Her chest rises quickly with every uneven breath. Slick glistens heavily between dark curls while Baranâs fingers keep slowly parting wet folds apart.
âShe keeps shaking,â Baran whispers softly afterward. âAnd her thighs keep twitching every time I touch her clit.â Trinity visibly whimpers hearing herself described so openly while Baranâs thumb brushes experimentally over the swollen bundle of nerves again. Trinityâs entire body jolts beneath her immediately.
âThere,â you say sharply through the speaker. âDo that again.â Baran obeys instantly. Trinity moans openly this time, head falling back against the pillows while Baran stares down between her legs almost mesmerized by the reaction.
Meanwhile youâre struggling more than youâd ever admit aloud.
Usually sessions never affect you like this.
You enjoy them.
You guide them.
You stay controlled throughout all of it.
But tonight warmth sits heavily between your own thighs now while your breathing has noticeably slowed listening to Baran kiss and praise Trinity like this. Something about the intimacy between them feels almost unfair through the speaker.
The way Trinity softens beneath every touch. The way Baran keeps sounding more confident every time she makes Trinity lose composure beneath her. You shift against the couch again afterward while one hand grips loosely at the edge of your robe.
âNow kiss lower,â you instruct firmly through the speaker, voice rougher now than before. Trinity visibly shivers at the tone while Baran immediately obeys again, mouth trailing slowly down Trinityâs stomach afterward. Soft kisses press against warm skin one after another while her hand keeps moving carefully between Trinityâs thighs.
âGood girl,â you praise quietly once Baran settles lower between Trinityâs spread legs. Trinity physically moans hearing the words directed at Baran while Baran visibly trembles between her thighs now.
âSpread her open properly,â you continue calmly. âI want you to look at her while you touch her.â Baranâs fingers obey immediately, carefully parting slick folds while Trinity gasps softly above her. âTell me what you see now,â you instruct.
And this time Baran answers without hesitation.
âSo fucking wet,â she whispers while staring openly between Trinityâs thighs.
âSlick everywhere.â
Her thumb drags slowly through wet folds again afterward, gathering slick before rubbing carefully over Trinityâs clit while Trinity moans loudly enough that even you physically shiver listening to it through the speaker. âHer pussy keeps clenching every time I touch her,â Baran continues breathlessly.
âAnd she tastesââ She cuts herself off completely the second her tongue finally slides experimentally through Trinityâs folds for the first time. Trinity visibly breaks beneath her instantly. One hand fists hard into the sheets while the other grips tightly at Baranâs hair.
âHoly fuck,â Trinity gasps sharply while her hips jerk upward helplessly toward Baranâs mouth. Baran moans softly against her pussy at the taste alone before immediately licking through slick folds again slower this time.
âThere she is,â you say softly through the speaker while heat coils painfully tight inside your own body now too. âNow make her fall apart for you.â
You stay quiet after that.
Completely quiet.
No more guidance for now. No praise. No teasing. Just the faint sound of your breathing occasionally slipping through the speaker while you let them sink fully into each other without interruption. The silence somehow makes everything feel even more intimate than before.
Trinity can still feel your presence there with them in the room through the phone resting forgotten near the pillows beside her head, and the thought alone sends another pulse of heat straight through her already aching body.
Youâre listening. Hearing every little sound Baran makes. Every gasp slipping from Trinityâs mouth. Every wet drag of Baranâs tongue between her thighs. The realization settles heavily in Trinityâs stomach while her fingers tighten helplessly in Baranâs dark hair.
âBaby,â she breathes shakily while looking down between her spread legs again. Baran looks devastating there. Completely bare beneath the warm bedroom light, flushed cheeks pressed against the inside of Trinityâs thigh while her tongue drags slowly through slick folds again and again like sheâs addicted to the taste already.
Trinityâs entire body jolts every time Baran moans softly against her pussy. The vibrations alone nearly make her lose composure immediately.
And Baran?
Baranâs completely gone now.
The embarrassment disappeared somewhere several minutes ago the second Trinity started reacting this openly beneath her. Now all she can focus on is the way Trinity tastes. Warm. Slick. Completely drenched already beneath her mouth while dark curls brush softly against Baranâs fingers every time she parts Trinity open wider to lick deeper between swollen folds.
Trinityâs thighs keep twitching helplessly around her head while soft desperate noises spill constantly from her mouth now. Not forced. Not performative. Real sounds.
The kind Trinity usually buries behind sarcasm and confidence everywhere else in her life. âThere you go,â Trinity gasps weakly while Baranâs tongue circles slowly around her clit before sucking gently.
âOh, holy shitâ baby, just like that.â The praise makes Baran moan softly against her pussy again. Trinity physically arches upward off the mattress at the vibration, hips jerking helplessly toward Baranâs mouth while one hand fists harder into the sheets beside her.
Somewhere through the haze of pleasure she remembers you can hear all of this. Every wet sound. Every broken breath. Every pathetic little whimper she canât stop making anymore. The thought alone nearly sends her over the edge.
Baranâs fingers slide lower afterward.
Slow.
Careful.
Like she genuinely is rediscovering Trinityâs body for the first time again.
Two slick fingers drag slowly through wet folds before circling teasingly around Trinityâs entrance while her mouth keeps working lazily against her clit above. Trinity gasps sharply at the combination, thighs trembling visibly around Baranâs shoulders now.
âPlease,â she breathes helplessly before she can stop herself. The word nearly ruins Baran immediately. Trinity never begs. Trinity barely even asks for things normally.
Hearing her sound this needy beneath her sends another gush of slick pooling between Baranâs own thighs while she presses harder down against the mattress unconsciously seeking friction.
Her pussy aches painfully now. Completely soaked already from listening to Trinity unravel like this while your silence hums heavy through the speaker nearby. Baranâs hips shift instinctively against the bed again.
Slow little grinding movements against the sheets while she moans softly into Trinityâs pussy without even realizing sheâs doing it at first. Trinity notices immediately though. Of course she does.
She glances downward and nearly loses her mind at the sight alone. Baran grinding desperately against the mattress while still eating her out so carefully like her own pleasure barely matters right now.
âOh, sweetheart,â Trinity breathes weakly while brushing trembling fingers through Baranâs hair. âYouâre humping the bed for me?â
The humiliation should embarrass Baran.
Instead it just makes her wetter.
A broken little moan spills from her throat while she finally pushes two fingers slowly inside Trinity at the same moment. Trinity cries out immediately. Loud enough that the sound echoes softly through the bedroom before spilling straight through the speaker toward you across the city.
Your hand tightens hard against the edge of your robe hearing it. Usually you stay detached enough to guide sessions cleanly no matter how explicit they become. Tonight your thighs remain pressed tightly together on the couch while warmth pulses low in your stomach every time Trinity moans Baranâs name like that.
And God, Trinity keeps saying her name now. Constantly. âBaran,â she gasps shakily while Baran curls her fingers slowly inside her soaked pussy. âBaby, right there.â
Baran moans softly at the praise while her fingers thrust deeper again, slick sounds filling the room every time she pumps slowly into Trinity while her tongue circles relentlessly around her clit above. Trinityâs body reacts beautifully beneath her. Strong thighs shaking harder every passing second.
Back arching helplessly from the mattress. Nipples flushed and hard while uneven breaths spill constantly from swollen lips now. âThatâs my girl,â Trinity whispers weakly downward afterward, half praise half disbelief. Baran physically clenches around nothing hearing it.
And still you stay silent.
Letting them drown in each other.
The only sounds now are breathing, soft moans, and the wet obscene noises Baran keeps pulling from Trinityâs body every time she sucks harder on her clit or thrusts her fingers deeper inside her.
Baranâs hips continue grinding desperately against the sheets now too, slick spreading embarrassingly between her own thighs while she chases friction without even thinking anymore. Trinity notices every movement.
Watches Baranâs soaked pussy drag helplessly against the mattress while she eats her out with complete devotion beneath her. The sight nearly makes Trinity combust.
âBaby,â she gasps shakily while her fingers tighten in Baranâs hair again. âYouâre so wet, arenât you?â Baran moans softly against her pussy in answer.
Trinity physically trembles at the sound. âLook at you,â Trinity whispers weakly while staring downward completely wrecked now. âTaking care of me while youâre dripping all over the bed.â
The words visibly affect Baran instantly. Her hips grind harder into the mattress while another desperate little noise spills from her throat against Trinityâs clit. âJesus,â Trinity breathes sharply afterward.
âI didnât know you could get this needy.â And somewhere across the city, hearing Trinity unravel like this while Baran falls apart beneath her too finally forces a shaky breath from your own lips for the first time all night.
Trinity feels it building long before she says anything.
It starts low in her stomach. Tight. Hot.
Each slow curl of Baranâs fingers inside her pulls the pressure tighter while her tongue keeps working relentlessly against her clit below, soft wet sounds filling the bedroom every time Baran moans into her pussy or grinds herself harder against the mattress seeking friction. Trinityâs entire body feels oversensitive now.
Every touch lands directly against raw nerves. Baranâs fingers are soaked at this point, slick coating her knuckles every time she thrusts deeper while Trinityâs thighs shake harder around her shoulders. âBaby,â Trinity gasps weakly while staring downward at her completely dazed now.
Baran looks devastating between her legs. Hair messy. Lips swollen and glossy from kissing and licking her. Dark eyes half lidded while she watches Trinity unravel above her with this desperate hungry expression like she canât get enough.
The sight alone nearly pushes Trinity over the edge. Then Baran sucks softly on her clit again at the exact same moment her fingers curl deeper inside her. Trinity physically cries out.
âOhâ there, thereââ Her voice breaks completely. The sound shoots straight through Baranâs body.
She moans helplessly against Trinityâs pussy while her hips grind harder into the bed beneath her now, slick smearing embarrassingly across the sheets while her own aching clit drags against the mattress with every desperate movement.
Trinity notices immediately. Of course she does. Even half lost in pleasure, she still notices Baran humping the bed beneath her while she eats her out so devotedly between trembling thighs. The realization nearly destroys her.
âFuck, sweetheart,â Trinity breathes shakily while one hand slips down toward Baranâs head, fingers trembling against dark hair. âYouâre so fucking good at this.â Baran visibly whimpers at the praise. The sound vibrates directly against Trinityâs clit again.
Trinityâs back arches hard off the mattress afterward while another broken moan spills from her throat. Somewhere beside the pillows, your silence still hums heavily through the speakerphone.
Trinity keeps remembering you can hear every single thing happening to her right now. Every wet thrust of Baranâs fingers. Every pathetic sound leaving her mouth. Every shaky plea sheâs failing to swallow back. The thought only makes the pressure tighter.
And Baran doesnât stop.
Not for a second.
Sheâs completely consumed by Trinity now.
Her mouth. Her sounds. The way her pussy keeps clenching desperately around Baranâs fingers every time she moans. Baranâs own body aches almost painfully from how turned on she is.
Her pussy feels soaked enough to drip now while she rocks helplessly against the mattress seeking any kind of relief she can find. But she canât stop focusing on Trinity.
Not when she looks like this. Completely wrecked beneath the warm bedroom light while slick coats Baranâs fingers and thighs alike now. Baran drags her tongue slowly through Trinityâs folds again before sucking firmly on her clit while thrusting deeper inside her at the same time.
Trinity physically jolts beneath her with a loud cry. âBaran,â she gasps desperately. âBaby, Iâmââ Her words collapse completely into another moan afterward. Baran moans softly against her again in answer before curling her fingers harder inside her. Trinityâs thighs shake violently around her shoulders now.
âOh my god,â Trinity breathes shakily while tears almost sting unexpectedly at the corners of her eyes from how overwhelming the pleasure suddenly feels. âPlease donât stop.â
That word nearly ruins Baran completely.
Please.
Trinity asking for more.
Begging.
Baranâs hips grind harder against the mattress again while her tongue moves faster now, licking through slick folds before circling Trinityâs clit over and over while her fingers thrust deep enough to keep pulling those desperate sounds from her mouth. Trinityâs entire body trembles beneath her uncontrollably now.
One hand grips hard at the sheets while the other stays tangled tightly in Baranâs hair. âThatâs it,â Trinity whispers weakly between broken moans. âRight there, sweetheart, just there.â The praise pours straight through Baranâs body like gasoline. She moans helplessly into Trinityâs pussy while sucking harder on her clit.
Trinity physically sobs at the sensation. The sound echoes softly through the bedroom before spilling through the speaker toward you across the city.
Your breath catches quietly hearing it. One of your hands slips beneath the edge of your robe almost unconsciously afterward, fingertips brushing slowly between your thighs before finally circling gently around your clit through slick warmth already gathered there.
The touch pulls a soft exhale from your lips immediately. Usually you stay composed during sessions. Controlled. Detached enough to guide people through pleasure without physically falling into it yourself. Tonight feels different.
Listening to Trinity come apart beneath Baran while Baran moans so desperately against her pussy has warmth pulsing low through your entire body now. Your fingers move slowly over your clit while you listen to every broken sound spilling through the speaker, thighs pressing tighter together against the couch cushions beneath you.
Then Trinity breaks completely.
It hits her all at once.
Hard.
Her entire body locks beneath Baran for one sharp second before pleasure crashes through her violently enough to steal the breath from her lungs entirely.
âBabyââ Trinity cries out brokenly while her thighs clamp hard around Baranâs shoulders. Her pussy clenches desperately around Baranâs fingers while slick floods against her hand and the sheets beneath them both.
Baran moans loudly against her through it, still licking and sucking through every shaking pulse of Trinityâs orgasm while Trinity visibly trembles apart above her. âOh, holy shit,â Trinity gasps helplessly while her back arches hard off the mattress again. Her entire body shakes uncontrollably now.
Legs trembling. Chest heaving. Fingers still tight in Baranâs hair while pleasure keeps rippling painfully through her overstimulated body. Baran finally slows her mouth after another long moment, kissing softly through wet trembling folds while Trinity twitches helplessly beneath every tiny touch now.
âToo much,â Trinity whispers weakly while laughing breathlessly through the aftershocks. Baran finally lifts her head enough to look up at her then. Slick glistens across swollen lips and chin while her own chest rises unevenly from need and arousal still burning through her body. The sight alone makes Trinity groan weakly all over again.
âJesus christ,â Trinity breathes while staring down at her completely wrecked.
âThat was⌠fuck.â
And for the first time since the call began, you finally speak again.
Your voice comes out lower than before.
Noticeably affected now too.
âGood girl, Baran.â
Baran visibly melts the second the praise leaves your mouth.
The reaction is immediate.
Her entire body softens between Trinityâs trembling thighs while another quiet sound slips helplessly from her swollen lips. Trinity feels it straight through her overstimulated body. Feels the way Baranâs fingers twitch inside her pussy again at the praise alone.
âFuck,â Trinity breathes weakly while staring down at her completely dazed now. Baran finally pulls her fingers slowly from Trinityâs soaked pussy afterward, slick stretching obscenely across trembling fingers before breaking against the sheets beneath them.
The sight alone makes Trinity clench again through lingering aftershocks. Baranâs own chest rises unevenly now too, flushed skin glowing beneath the warm bedroom light while slick glistens visibly across her lips and chin from Trinityâs release.
She looks completely wrecked already despite not having come once herself yet. The realization settles heavily through Trinityâs chest while she watches Baran unconsciously grind her hips down against the mattress again seeking friction.
âBaby,â Trinity whispers softly afterward, voice rough with affection and lingering pleasure. âYouâre still humping the bed.â The humiliation in the observation immediately sends another pulse of wet heat through Baranâs body. She whimpers quietly instead of stopping.
And somewhere across the city, your fingers keep circling slowly over your clit.
Gentle.
Measured.
But enough to make warmth pulse steadily through your body every time Baran makes another needy sound through the speaker. Your robe hangs loose around your thighs now while soft jazz continues humming faintly through the apartment behind you, completely drowned out by the sounds spilling from the call instead. Trinityâs breathing.
Baranâs soft whimpers. Wet slick noises still echoing faintly through the bedroom whenever either of them shifts against the sheets. You close your eyes briefly while your fingertips drag carefully through slickness gathered between your thighs before circling your clit again slower this time.
The sensation pulls another quiet breath from your lips. Usually youâd redirect the focus back onto them immediately. Tonight you canât fully stop yourself from falling into the intimacy too.
âPoor thing,â you say softly through the speaker afterward, voice lower now than it had been at the beginning of the call. âShe made Trinity come apart and sheâs still aching.â Baran visibly shudders at the words while Trinity groans weakly beside her.
âSheâs soaked,â Trinity admits hoarsely while staring downward at Baran grinding helplessly against the mattress. âLike⌠really fucking soaked.â The honesty in her voice sends another pulse straight through your own body too.
Baran finally lifts herself shakily from between Trinityâs thighs afterward.
Her lips brush slowly along Trinityâs stomach while she crawls upward over her body instead, dark hair messy around flushed cheeks while slick still shines wetly against her mouth. Trinity watches her approach almost reverently. Still half dazed from the orgasm Baran just dragged from her body.
The second Baran reaches her properly again, Trinity immediately grabs her by the waist and pulls her fully against her chest. Their bodies slide together hot and slick beneath the warm bedroom light. Baran gasps softly the instant Trinityâs thigh presses directly between her legs.
âThere she is,â Trinity whispers weakly while wrapping both arms tightly around her. Baran physically trembles against her afterward. Her pussy aches almost painfully now. Completely swollen and soaked while slick smears between her thighs every time she moves against Trinityâs leg. Trinity notices instantly.
âBaby,â she murmurs softly while one hand drifts lower along Baranâs spine. âYouâre shaking.â Baran buries her face immediately against Trinityâs neck afterward, embarrassed by how desperate she feels now that the focus isnât entirely on Trinity anymore. Trinity just laughs breathlessly and kisses the side of her head. âNo, no,â Trinity whispers warmly. âCome here.â
Then Trinity slides her thigh harder between Baranâs legs.
Baran physically moans against her throat.
The sound is wrecked.
Completely helpless.
Her hips jerk instinctively against Trinityâs bare thigh while slick immediately spreads warm across skin beneath her. âOh my god,â Baran whispers shakily before grinding down harder without even thinking. Trinity groans softly at the feeling of Baranâs wet pussy dragging desperately against her thigh now.
âThere you go,â Trinity breathes weakly while both hands settle firmly against Baranâs hips guiding her movements slower afterward. âThatâs what you needed, huh?â Baran whimpers quietly in answer while rocking harder against her leg, finally getting the friction sheâd been chasing against the mattress this entire time.
You listen silently for another few seconds while your own fingers keep moving gently over your clit beneath the robe, pleasure coiling steadily lower in your stomach now too. The sounds coming through the speaker feel unbearably intimate suddenly. Baranâs soft moans. Trinityâs shaky praise.
Wet slick noises every time Baran grinds herself harder against Trinityâs thigh. You exhale quietly afterward before finally speaking again. âLet her use you,â you say softly through the speaker. âSheâs been taking care of you this whole time.â
Trinity visibly shivers at the words before immediately tightening her grip on Baranâs hips again. âYou hear that, sweetheart?â Trinity whispers against Baranâs ear while guiding her harder down against her thigh. âNow let me take care of you.â
Baran breaks a little at that.
You can hear it happen.
The second Trinity starts moving her properly against her thigh, Baranâs composure completely dissolves. Soft desperate sounds spill freely from her mouth now while her hips rock helplessly against warm skin searching for more pressure.
Trinity watches every reaction with blown pupils and parted lips, still visibly wrecked from her own orgasm but already obsessed with the sight of Baran falling apart above her now too.
âFuck, baby,â Trinity whispers weakly while slick coats her thigh more heavily every passing second. âYouâre dripping all over me.â Baran physically whimpers at the words while her clit catches perfectly against Trinityâs thigh again.
âPlease,â she gasps softly without even realizing she says it aloud. Trinity groans immediately hearing it. âThere she is,â Trinity murmurs while kissing slowly beneath Baranâs jaw. âThatâs my needy girl.â
The praise shoots straight through Baranâs body while her hips stutter harder against Trinityâs thigh again. Across the city your own fingers finally slow against your clit while you listen to Baran unravel completely beneath Trinityâs touch now. The warmth still pulses low in your stomach, but the satisfaction settling through your chest listening to them rediscover each other like this somehow feels even stronger.
Baranâs hips keep moving against Trinityâs thigh in these desperate uneven little motions for another few seconds before you finally speak again.
âThere you go,â you say softly through the speaker, voice warm and steady despite the heat still pulsing low through your own body. âDonât rush yourself.â Baran whimpers quietly at the sound of your voice returning while her hands clutch tighter against Trinityâs shoulders for balance.
Trinityâs thigh stays firm between her legs, slick coating warm skin now every time Baran rocks herself down harder searching for friction against her swollen clit. âSlow her down,â you instruct calmly afterward.
Trinity obeys immediately, both hands tightening against Baranâs hips while she guides her movements into slower deeper rolls instead of frantic grinding.
The change nearly ruins Baran on the spot. A broken moan spills from her mouth while her head falls backward exposing more of her throat beneath the bedroom light. âThatâs it,â you continue softly. âMake her feel every part of it.â
Baran physically trembles against Trinity while her pussy drags slowly against warm skin again, slick spreading messily across Trinityâs thigh with every movement. âGood girl,â you praise quietly. âRide her properly.â
The praise shoots straight through Baranâs body again.
Her entire rhythm stutters.
Trinity groans softly underneath her at the reaction while watching Baran completely unravel above her now. âSheâs so sensitive,â Trinity breathes shakily toward the speaker while guiding Baran harder down against her thigh again. âEvery time you praise her she clenches.â
You smile faintly to yourself hearing the genuine awe still lingering in Trinityâs voice. âDescribe her,â you instruct gently afterward. Trinity visibly swallows before immediately obeying. âSheâs soaked,â Trinity whispers hoarsely while staring downward between their bodies. âMy whole thighâs covered.â
Baran physically whimpers at the words while her hips keep rocking helplessly against her. Trinityâs hands slide slowly up Baranâs waist afterward before settling against her bare chest, thumbs brushing softly beneath flushed nipples while Baran gasps shakily above her.
âAnd she keeps making these little noises like she canât help herself,â Trinity continues weakly while watching Baran ride her thigh harder now. âLike sheâs trying so hard not to lose it.â
The honesty in her voice sends another pulse of warmth through your stomach too. Your fingers twitch faintly against your own thigh where theyâd finally stopped touching yourself moments earlier. Tonight isnât about you. You force yourself to stay grounded in that.
Meanwhile Trinity physically canât stop touching Baran now.
She looks too beautiful like this.
Completely wrecked already despite not having come yet. Baranâs chest rises unevenly while slick shines between trembling thighs every time she rocks herself against Trinity harder. Her nipples are flushed and sensitive already from earlier attention, and Trinity suddenly wants her marked.
The thought hits hard enough to ache. Trinity leans forward without thinking afterward, mouth closing warmly around one of Baranâs nipples while her hands keep guiding Baranâs hips steadily against her thigh below.
Baran cries out immediately. Loud enough that the sound echoes through the bedroom before spilling straight through the speaker toward you. Trinity groans softly against her breast at the reaction while sucking harder.
âOh, fuck,â Baran gasps shakily while her hips jerk harder against Trinityâs thigh again. Trinityâs teeth scrape gently around the sensitive skin afterward before she bites softly enough to leave warmth blooming beneath the surface immediately. Baran physically trembles above her.
âThere she is,â Trinity whispers weakly against her chest while switching attention toward her other breast. âThatâs my girl.â The possessiveness in her voice nearly destroys Baran completely. Her pussy pulses hard against Trinityâs thigh while slick drips visibly down warm skin beneath her now.
You inhale quietly listening to them.
Trying not to picture it too clearly.
Trying not to imagine Baran grinding herself desperately against Trinity while Trinity marks her chest with soft bites and sucking kisses beneath the bedroom light. But God, the sounds alone make it impossible not to. Baranâs broken moans.
Trinityâs shaky praise. Wet slick noises every time Baran drags herself harder across her thigh searching for release. You close your eyes briefly afterward before forcing yourself to focus again.
âBaran,â you say softly through the speaker. Her answer comes out immediately wrecked. âMhm?â You can practically hear how close she is now. âLook at Trinity while you ride her,â you instruct gently. âI want you to watch what youâre doing to her.â
Baran obeys shakily. Her eyes lift downward toward Trinity beneath her while her hips continue rolling desperately against slick skin below. Trinity looks completely ruined already.
Hair messy against the pillows. Lips swollen. Dark eyes fixed entirely on Baran like she canât look anywhere else. Fresh marks already bloom softly across Baranâs chest from Trinityâs mouth too.
The sight nearly pushes Baran over the edge immediately. âOh my god,â she whispers weakly while her movements start losing rhythm again. Trinity groans softly beneath her before kissing another mark against the curve of her breast. âYouâre so fucking beautiful like this,â Trinity breathes shakily. âLook at you riding my thigh like you need it.â
Thatâs what finally breaks Baran completely.
The praise.
The marks blooming across her skin.
The way Trinity keeps staring at her like sheâs something devastating.
Her orgasm hits suddenly afterward. Hard enough to steal the breath from her lungs while her hips jerk sharply against Trinityâs thigh one final time. âTrinââ Baran cries out brokenly while her entire body locks above her. Slick floods warmly across Trinityâs thigh while Baran visibly trembles apart, thighs shaking uncontrollably every time another pulse of pleasure tears through her body.
Trinity immediately tightens both hands against her hips to hold her steady through it while soft desperate sounds keep spilling from Baranâs mouth uncontrollably now. âThatâs it,â Trinity whispers weakly while watching her fall apart above her. âThatâs my girl, sweetheart, there you go.â
Baran physically collapses forward afterward, forehead pressing shakily against Trinityâs shoulder while aftershocks keep making her twitch against sensitive skin beneath her.
Across the city your own body tightens painfully listening to it. Your fingers almost drift back between your thighs again instinctively while heat pulses sharply through your stomach at the sound of Baran crying Trinityâs name like that.
For one dangerous second youâre close. Really close. But then you stop yourself. Your hand grips hard against the edge of your robe instead while you force yourself to exhale slowly through the feeling. Tonight belongs to them. And honestly? Hearing them rediscover each other like this already feels satisfying enough to ache.
The bedroom stays quiet for a long moment afterward apart from breathing. Heavy. Uneven.
Baran still lies half collapsed against Trinityâs chest while Trinity keeps one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, fingers drifting lazily across overheated skin beneath the warm bedroom light. The sheets beneath them are a mess now. Slick smeared across Trinityâs thigh.
Pillows shoved carelessly across the mattress. Fresh marks blooming softly over Baranâs chest where Trinityâs mouth had been moments earlier.
Neither of them seems capable of moving properly yet. You stay quiet too for another few seconds, letting them settle naturally back into themselves while soft jazz continues humming faintly through your apartment on the other side of the city.
The warmth between your own thighs still hasnât fully disappeared either, but your breathing has finally steadied again while your fingers rest harmlessly curled against the edge of your robe now instead of touching yourself.
Eventually Trinity lets out a shaky little laugh beneath Baranâs hair. âJesus christ,â she whispers weakly while kissing the top of her head. Baran just groans softly in response and curls closer into her instead.
You smile faintly hearing it. The softness afterward has always been your favorite part.
Not the orgasms. Not the explicit parts. This.
The quiet intimacy once people stop performing completely and simply exist together again. Trinityâs hand moves slowly through Baranâs hair now while Baranâs fingers trace lazy patterns across Trinityâs stomach beneath the dim light.
Neither of them sounds tense anymore. They sound warm. Relaxed. Closer somehow. âYou okay over there?â you ask softly after another quiet moment passes. Trinity laughs quietly under her breath. âI think you broke her.â
Baran immediately makes a weak offended noise against Trinityâs shoulder while you laugh softly through the speaker. âIâm alive,â Baran mutters tiredly afterward, voice rough and sleepy now. The sound settles warmly through your chest. âGood,â you reply gently. âDrink some water for me.â
Trinity hums softly in agreement while pressing another kiss into Baranâs hair. âWe can handle the rest,â Trinity says quietly afterward. Thereâs something sincere beneath the words. Appreciative. Like she understands what tonight actually gave them beyond just sex. You hear it immediately.
And honestly? Thatâs enough for you.
You shift slightly deeper into your couch cushions afterward while looking out toward the glowing skyline beyond your apartment windows. The city feels quieter now somehow. Softer. âI figured you could,â you answer warmly. Trinity stays quiet for a second before speaking again. âThank you.â
The sincerity in her voice catches harder than expected. Baran finally lifts her head slightly afterward too, still sounding completely wrung out while she murmurs a soft little, âYeah⌠thank you.â The words settle gently through your chest while you stare out across the city lights for another moment.
Most people assume your work revolves entirely around fantasy. Performance. But nights like this always remind you why you stayed in this job long after you stopped needing the money. Sometimes people just need permission to find each other again.
âYou two did all the hard work yourselves,â you say softly afterward. âI just helped you slow down enough to pay attention.â Silence follows briefly. Warm silence this time. The comfortable kind.
Then Trinity laughs quietly again.
âStill,â she says softly while tightening her arms around Baran beneath her. âYouâre very good at your job.â
Heat flickers low in your stomach again at the praise, though this time it feels softer.
Less physical. More personal somehow.
You glance down toward your untouched wine glass resting on the coffee table before smiling faintly to yourself again. âGet some sleep, emergency medicine girls,â you murmur warmly through the speaker afterward. âAnd take care of each other.â
Trinity immediately hums softly. âWe will.â Baran stays quiet for another second before speaking again, voice still small and a little shy despite everything that just happened. âGoodnight.â The softness in it nearly makes you smile harder.
âGoodnight, sweetheart,â you answer gently. Then finally, after one last quiet goodbye from Trinity, the line disconnects. The apartment falls silent around you afterward apart from the low hum of jazz and distant city noise beyond the windows.
For a long moment you just sit there alone on your couch staring at the darkened phone screen in your hand while warmth still lingers faintly beneath your skin. Somewhere across the city two women are curled together in tangled sheets rediscovering each other properly for the first time in months. And somehow, tonight, that feels enough.
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âYou are so pretty,â you say, singular and simple and full of adoration.Â
âYouâre drunk,â Baran counters, taking you in, the haziness of your eyes, the sheen of sweat on your brow, how deliciously warm and soft you look. But itâs moments like these that Baran feels the weight of the ring box heavy in her work locker â the only place she thinks you wonât find it.
Youâre out for drinks with some of the night shift crew, but you canât stop texting and calling your girlfriend.Â
Notes: some tooth-rotting fluff to offset the angst that is to come with other fics. alcohol, hurt/comfort, minor anxiety attack, neurodivergent reader, sexting, masturbation
Baran hears the ping of two text messages from the end table, but it isnât your text tone, so she ignores it. Itâs a Thursday night, and sheâs curled up on the couch with a blanket and a memoir sheâs been meaning to read for a while, a mug of tea close by.Â
The house is emptier than usual. Baranâs son is with his dad for the weekend, and youâre at a bar with Shen and Ellis. The three of you try to go out semi-regularly. First it was to blow off steam with fellow ânight crawlersâ â a name Baran found distasteful but liked the way you said it low in her ear. But then Shen and Ellis started dropping by for dinner, and Baran was grabbing lunch with Shen without you, and before any of you realized it youâd all become friends.Â
Still, going out is more your thing, and Baran rarely drinks, so she gave you a lingering kiss goodbye and told you to be safe and have fun.Â
Your text tone sounds in the quiet living room, and Baran sets down her book, reaching over to grab her phone. You usually send her a selfie or two when sheâs not out with you, something Baran always looks forward to. Reading the texts on her lock screen, however, draws a frown.Â
9:24 pm
John Shen: I fucked upÂ
9:25 pm
John Shen: Itâs probably fineÂ
9:28 pm
Azizam: do you still love me?Â
Worry and irritation well in Baran in equal measures. She taps the call button, feeling you probably need to hear the answer in your ear and not from a screen.Â
9:29 pm
Outgoing call: Azizam
Call declined.
Baranâs worry grows, and her fingers fly. As an emergency medicine doctor, sheâs adept at remaining measured and logical in almost any situation, but when it comes to you or her son, something much more urgent and primal fights for dominance.Â
9:29 pm
You: You know I love and adore you very much.
You: Is everything OK?Â
9:30 pm
Azizam: canât talk theyâre playing party in the usaÂ
9:30 pm
You: And thatâs more important than finding out if I still love you?
9:31 pm
Azizam: needed to hype myself up in caseÂ
This does not ease Baranâs worry. She knows you know, on some level, this is silly. If Baran were ever going to say something so devastating â and she had no plans to â she wouldnât do it over text while youâre at a bar. But you are in your head enough to type it out and send it, which twists in Baranâs gut.Â
9:31 pm
You: Please call me when your song is over, so you can hear me say it.Â
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Baran opens her thread with Shen, her irritation now simmering into something resembling a rubber band pulled taut right at his head.Â
9:31 pm
You: Are you the reason my girlfriend is asking me whether I still love her?
9:33 pm
John Shen: Shit
9:34 pm
Incoming call: Azizam
âAm I being needy?â are your first words to her, nearly shouted over the club music blasting through the earpiece.Â
Baran takes the phone an inch away from her ear, blinking, a weary hum catching in her throat. Sheâs not a fan. And neither are you â too chaotic and overstimulating. Probably Shenâs choice in venue tonight.Â
There have been times that Baranâs had to keep a steady, grounding hand on the nape of your neck and another on your knee to keep it from bouncing. Youâre a good sport â always wanting to be supportive of Shenâs favorite spots, a quality she loves about you â but there are nights the two of you just go home. And in the quiet car, you hide your overwhelmed and embarrassed tears in the window as Baran rubs the top of your thigh.Â
Itâs something you perceive as a contradiction to how cool and collected you are as an emergency medicine doctor. Baran recognizes it as rooted in control because she too needs it in certain ways to feel safe. Youâre a skilled physician â you expect all possible scenarios, and youâre prepared for each one. You know how to mentor because you know how residents work, what they need, how they learn. Itâs all planned and logical and built from years of experience and practice. Outside of work, things are more unpredictable. And loud crowds are one of your more sensitive spots. Youâre ashamed of it, but Baran has never once made you feel that way.Â
You sound anxious and unsure on the phone. Baran takes a breath and settles deeper into the couch. She wishes she were there with you.Â
âHoney, where is this coming from?â she asks softly, carefully.Â
âThatâs not a no.âÂ
Baran presses her lips together. Weâre not doing logic tonight, she sees.Â
âAsking me one time if I love you does not make you needy. But it does make me worry,â she says with so much love and gentleness. It seems to break through to you.Â
âIâm just anxiety spiraling,â you groan, the sounds of the club getting a degree quieter. Baran frowns and circles her fingers soothingly around her forearm, imagining itâs yours.Â
âWalk me through it.âÂ
Talking through your thought process doesnât always make you see a situation more clearly, but itâs the best Baran can do so far away.Â
âItâs stupid. This club is too loud. Itâs crowded, and Iâm hot, and Iâm, like, trying not to make the walls close in by taking shots. And I justâŚis me being on nights hurting us? Are we okay? I feel like youâve been distant lately, and ââ
âAzizam, pause. Take a breath,â Baran cuts you off, firm but tender. Itâs exactly what she suspected was happening, minus taking shots to quell a panic attack, which is something sheâll address in more depth with you later. âIf I werenât happy with any aspect of our relationship, I would tell you. Youâve never had to guess how Iâm feeling. Thatâs still true.âÂ
Baran pauses, listening, but youâre quiet, and she thinks there may be something hot clawing up your throat. So she just breathes evenly on the phone with you, and when she thinks youâre okay, she speaks.Â
âI love you. More than words.âÂ
âI love you,â you sigh, the tension gone from your voice. Thereâs her girl. A small smile tugs at Baran, and sheâs itching to hug you and kiss your skin where your neck meets your shoulder. Â
âAre you satisfied?â she teases lightly.Â
âCan you say it again?âÂ
Baran smiles lazily, chewing her lip. She likes when you ask for what you need.Â
âKheyli dooset daram. I love you very much. With all my heart.âÂ
âMmm. Okay, Iâm satisfied,â you hum happily, and Baranâs heart swells.Â
âEnjoy the rest of your night, drink water, call me if you need me, and come home to me soon.âÂ
âI love you so much.âÂ
When you end the call, Baran takes a deep breath and opens her texts with Shen.Â
9:41 pm
You: What the fuck did you say to her?Â
9:43 pm
John Shen: She was saying how she wants to feel closer to you since youâre on opposite shifts, and I told her not to stress it. Everyone goes through rough patches
9:44 pm
You: Are you kidding me?
You: What would possess you to say that?Â
Especially in a place already known to make you anxious, Baran thinks.Â
9:45 pm
John Shen: Like I said, I fucked up
John Shen: I wanted her off the trail!Â
John Shen: đđđ
Baran laughs humorlessly, shaking her head as she types, a scoff under her breath.Â
9:45 pm
You: ???
You: She wasnât ON the trail.
9:55 pm
John Shen: I thought you were planning something or whatever??
9:56 pm
You: Yes, and I would prefer she not think Iâm breaking up with her when it happens.Â
Baran told Shen sheâs planning to propose specifically so that he could tell her if you started to suspect â not for him to actively make you think Baran is harboring ill will toward you. Most of your shifts were together, so he saw you more than most. He would have a fairly accurate read on your mindset.
You and Baran have talked about your future together several times, and youâre both on the same page. A proposal wouldnât be unexpected, but Baran wanted it to be a surprise. She didnât want you coming home one day already knowing. None of this, of course, stops Baran from being terrified youâll say no. She loves you so much it hurts sometimes, and she cannot imagine doing the rest of this life without you. And asking you to marry her puts that all on the line.
Baran takes a breath and tosses her phone to the other side of the couch. She tries to focus back on her book with little success and wonders if she should get Ellis involved to run interference on Shen. No, that would be an even worse idea.Â
Her phone pings, and she grabs it.Â
10:02 pm
John Shen: Well, she seems fine now
Baran rolls her eyes and stands up. She needs a long, steamy shower.Â
10:35 pm
Azizam: parker is being disgusting
Azizam: she knows iâm yearning and sheâs being cruel by making out with someone right in front of me
Baran sees the text when sheâs doing her skincare routine and chuckles, the mirror still fogged up. She finishes rubbing lotion into her leg before replying. Â
10:42 pm
You: I highly doubt itâs malicious, my love.Â
You: Youâre yearning?
You get cute when youâre drunk, clingy and sweet. A little too loud, a little chaotic, but you always come back to Baran and give her the softest, most pathetic eyes as your hand slides places it shouldnât be in public and you kiss her cheek and her ear until Baran shivers and pulls you reluctantly away.
Your next text comes through as Baran settles on top of the covers, resolved to stay up a while longer and wait for you. She doesnât always, but youâre dipping into a neediness Baran can never resist.Â
10:47 pm
Azizam: can you send me a pic of your lips?Â
10:47 pm
You: No?
10:47 pm
Azizam: pretty pretty please, sweetie
10:48 pm
You: You have many, many pictures of me on your phone.Â
10:49 pm
Azizam: i want your lips
Azizam: i want to kiss you
Baranâs stomach flips, and when it settles, thereâs heat swirling low in her core. She licks her lips, sitting up in bed.Â
10:49 pm
Outgoing Facetime: Azizam
As soon as the call connects, Baran sees your flushed, grinning cheeks as they come closer to the screen. You give it several exaggerated, smacking kisses before pulling your phone back a respectable distance. Baran hums, a lovesick smile on her face, eyes hooded.Â
âYou know, you can come home and kiss me yourself,â she says, lolling her head to the side as she watches you.Â
âYou are so pretty,â you say, singular and simple and full of adoration.Â
âYouâre drunk,â Baran counters, taking you in, the haziness of your eyes, the sheen of sweat on your brow, how deliciously warm and soft you look. But itâs moments like these that Baran feels the weight of the ring box heavy in her work locker â the only place she thinks you wonât find it.
âAm not. Still true, though.â Thereâs a slight slide to your words that you clearly donât hear. You frown. âDid you shower without me?âÂ
Baranâs hair is damp, and her skin is glowing with various oils and creams that you always tell her smell wonderful right before you dip your nose into the skin behind her ear, lips skating. And the only thing Baran can think about is how she wants you in her arms.Â
âItâs almost 11 pm, azizam. Yes, I showered without you.âÂ
âBaby, no!â You look urgently devastated, a dramatic groan leaving your lips, petulant in a way you only are when youâre disinhibited. Like when you match her sonâs early morning grumbles over a healthy breakfast instead of pancakes, Baran shouldnât, but she finds it endearing.
You love showering with Baran â for more than just the obvious reasons. Thereâs something reverent in the way you often insist on taking a soapy washcloth to Baranâs body, trailing over her curves as you pull her close and leave delicate kisses to her shoulder. Or, you just watch her with the most loving, steady eyes. And when she lets you wash her hair, you dig expert fingers into her scalp, and she always leans back into you, humming contentedly. You donât even have to touch her, and Baran has never felt more worshipped than when sheâs naked with you.Â
Before Baran can tell you sheâll shower again if itâll wipe away that sad puppy dog look, Ellis is sliding up next to you.Â
âYou are bringing down the energy in this whole fucking club,â she accuses playfully, wrapping an arm around you and squeezing. âB, no offense, but your girlfriend is kind of codependent and sappy when sheâs drunk.âÂ
âI am not drunk!â you insist, looking at Ellis, who raises her brow and glances between you and Baran as if looking for backup.Â
âYou are, eshgham,â Baran agrees easily. Ellis grabs the phone from your hand.Â
âByeee!â she grins at Baran. The call ends.Â
Both Ellis and Shen have an ease to them that she doesnât see in the day shift. They have their flaws â both a little too unsympathetic in the ED for Baranâs taste â but they have firm boundaries and shed their work personas like snakes each morning, something she respects. And around the dinner table, theyâre funny and easy to be around, and Baran knows youâre in good hands.Â
11:02 pm
Azizam: [image attached]
Itâs a photo of you, Ellis, and Shen in a new, quieter looking bar. Shen is sipping something fruity looking, waving at the camera. Youâre grinning, and Ellis is holding up two stiff-looking drinks. Baran knows without a doubt youâre going to be hungover tomorrow, all grumpy and far away and disheveled. Good thing Baran enjoys taking care of you.Â
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11:07 pm
Parker Ellis: [video attached]
Parker Ellis: down bad
Itâs a short clip of you talking animatedly with Shen. Ellis zooms in on your face and then pans down to your hand, where your phone is open to a selfie of the two of you curled up on the couch last month.Â
Baran feels her heart swell and contract in her chest, and she pulls up the same photo on her camera roll. Sheâs molded into your side under a blanket, her head tucked under your chin, her hand around the back of your neck. And youâre smiling like you just won the lottery.Â
11:21 pm
Azizam: i need you so bad right now
Baranâs scrolling through instagram, missing you next to her, when the notification appears. She smirks, wondering when youâd finally start getting like this.Â
11:22 pm
You: Oh?
11:23 pm
Azizam: fuck
Azizam: what are u wearing?
Baran rolls onto her back, sighing, hair splayed out. She can picture you, breathing measured, maybe pressing your thighs together. Feeling hot and desperate thinking about her. And Baran loves making you ache.Â
But youâre also out with friends, and Ellis has already ragged on you for being clingy twice tonight. Do you really want to do this right now?Â
11:24 pm
You: Shorts and your t-shirt.
11:24 pm
Azizam: looking at a pic of ur neck rn
11:25 pm
Azizam: fuck you. sext me for real
Baran raises her brow and settles deeper into the bed, one hand skating over her belly absently. She knows what photo youâre probably looking at. Itâs innocent enough. Baran wasnât paying attention, smiling and craning her neck to look behind her at a dinner party. If she let you, she knows youâd leave dark marks up the length of her every chance you get. It does something maddening and insatiable to you. Baran, of course, uses this to her advantage.Â
11:27 pm
You: You want me to tell you my fingers are on my neck, wishing it was your mouth?
You: Running over my chest.
You: Up my inner thigh.
11:27 pm
Azizam: yes
Azizam: are they?
They are. Dancing and light but enough to start setting Baranâs nerves on fire. She spreads her thighs and slides her fingers down over her underwear.Â
11:27 pm
You: Maybe.
11:28 pm
Azizam: show me
Azizam: need your mouth on me
Baran hums. One hand slides under her shirt â your shirt â lazily, teasing a nipple that pebbles too easily. Her breath catches, and clarity descends on her. Youâre out with friends. You deserve to enjoy it â while staying in the present moment.Â
11:31 pm
You: You should focus on Parker and John. Youâll have me all to yourself when you get home.
11:32 pm
Azizam: [image attached]
Itâs a photo of you in a bathroom stall. Your hand is holding up your shirt and bra against your sternum, chest exposed to the air. Your nipples are hard, and Baranâs lips part, her previous text completely wiped from her memory. On instinct or some base need, her fingers slide under the elastic of her underwear. Of course sheâs wet.Â
11:33 pm
You: BabyâŚÂ
You: You are so fucking gorgeous.Â
She stares at the photo, jaw slack. What she wouldnât give to have her hands on your breasts, your nipple in her mouth right now. Baranâs fingers circle her clit, gathering wetness, working herself up as easily and thoughtlessly as breathing.Â
11:35 pm
Azizam: thinking about u
Azizam: [image attached]
Baran moans. Itâs a photo of your hand in the low bathroom lighting. A stringy slickness connects your middle two fingers. She can practically taste you on her tongue, feel how your hand would grip her hair, feel the way your hips would rock into her mouth. And she can feel that familiar tension coiling in her, her muscles tensing.Â
11:36 pm
You: Oh, sweetheart.Â
You: That wet and desperate just from thinking about me?Â
You: Iâd get on my knees for you right there in the stall.Â
You donât reply right away, and Baran has a sinking suspicion you got pulled away from your phone. She groans, closing her eyes and feeling unfairly frustrated and horny. She should stop, wait for you like you have to wait for her. But youâll be too drunk for her to fuck you when you get home, and youâre going to throw yourself at her anyway. And sheâll feel less pent up and guilty about it if sheâs not hot and bothered when you walk through the door. So, Baran stares at the photo of your fingers and slides two inside of herself.Â
Her phone pings again when sheâs sweaty and twitching and catching her breath, fingers slick as they rest on her stomach, careful not to touch the sheets.
11:44 pm
Parker Ellis: stop engaging with her!!!! youâre intruding on girls night
Parker Ellis: whoreÂ
Baran groans and closes her eyes briefly, embarrassed and just about fed up with Ellis and Shen. She just wants her baby in bed with her.Â
11:49 pm
You: Inappropriate. I am an attending.Â
12:03 am
Parker Ellis: rolling my eyes rn
Parker Ellis: not My attending
Parker Ellis: donât be bitter. bar bathrooms are gross. iâm saving her from a yeast infection
Baran decides to ignore that and pointedly not think about what Ellis interrupted you doing.Â
12:06 am
You: Isnât John with you?
12:08 am
Parker Ellis: heâs one of the girls
Baran is drifting between waking and sleep when her phone pings and jolts her out of it, her face smashed into a pillow and her bedside lamp still on. She swallows and drags her phone to her face.Â
12:39 am
Azizam: Parker found me texting :(Â
Azizam: weâre at a new bar
Azizam: need you to fuck me slow to this song on repeat btw. it was on the radio
Azizam: [Spotify Link] Southland by Lindsay Lou
This wakes Baran up a little, and sheâs selfishly happy to know you didnât get too far in the bathroom. She opens the link and listens as she replies.Â
12:44 am
You: Noted, baby.
You: Are you drinking water?
12:45 am
Azizam: iâm not a pussy
12:45 am
You: If you want me to go down on you when you get home, youâd better be drinking water.
Itâs a ruse, and Baran thinks you know it, but your response is cute.Â
12:45 am
Azizam: on it boss
Baran is woken up from a deeper sleep to another ping. The song you sent is still playing softly on repeat, and you stop it. Baran can see why it turns you on and already has plans on how sheâs going to fuck you to it.
1:21 am
Azizam: r u sure ur ok that m on nights?
The spelling and insecurity in your text tells Baran you have not, in fact, been drinking water. She exhales slowly, an unfair sort of annoyance twinging in her sleepy mind. Not at you, with whom sheâs never truly annoyed. It took a long time â some unlearning and careful assurances â for you to be so raw and honest with Baran about your more prickly anxieties. And she took that vulnerability very seriously. No, Baranâs just tired, impatient youâre not with her, and feeling a little needy herself.Â
1:24 am
You: Yes. But if you want to talk more about it in the morning we can.Â
1:25 am
Azizam: what if u stat reesnting me
1:25 am
You: Do you resent me for being on day shift?Â
1:25 am
Azizam: no
Baran rubs her eye and yawns. Youâre drunk, and sheâs half asleep, and she doesnât see the point in either of you pursuing such a delicate subject any further.Â
1:26 am
You: I love you.
1:26 am
Azizam: I LOV Y
Baran smiles, her eyes dry. Youâre easily distracted. Giving up on sleep until youâre home, she goes back to scrolling on social media, too tired to pick her book back up.Â
1:47 am
Incoming Facetime: Azizam
âBaran!â you smile.Â
âHi, honey,â Baran coos, her voice raspy and low, her head resting on her bent arm over the pillow. If you were more clear-headed, you would have started fawning over it. Despite how tired she is, Baran loves that you want to talk to her so much while youâre drunk and away from her. It sparks something fond and possessive in her.Â
âWould you love me if I were a worm?â Youâre definitely slurring now.Â
âWhat?â Baran is caught off guard.Â
âIf I turned into a worm, would you still love me? Shen said I should ask you.âÂ
She opens and closes her mouth, unsure what that even means, when a familiar voice drifts to her ears, the equally familiar face following quickly into view.Â
âDude, you canât just leave me at the bar. Youâre supposed to be my wingman.âÂ
âDr. Santos?â Baran asks incredulously, shocked into formality. Sheâs wearing smoky makeup and a swooping top and talking to you with the ease of good friends â a connection Baran is sure just happened tonight.Â
âOh, shit,â Trinity hisses, ducking out of view. You blink at Santos, confused, and she slowly, sheepishly returns to the camera. âHi Dr. Al-Hashimi.âÂ
More awake now, Baran raises an eyebrow.Â
âHowâs your 102-degree fever?â she asks humorlessly, sitting halfway up to offer herself some semblance of authority as she reprimands her resident while laying in bed at two in the morning.Â
âBetter, yeah,â she winces, and you laugh suddenly.Â
âYou didnât tell me you called out sick,â you blurt, and Trinity glares at you.Â
âI didnât want you telling my boss Iâm here,â she accuses, motioning to your phone.Â
âSo, you thought Iâd go home to my future wife and not tell Baran I saw you and Whittaker at the gay bar?â
Baranâs ears ring, something sharp and hot shooting through her. She remembers the first time she brought up marriage to you, you were watching Bridesmaids together. Youâre a few years younger than Baran, and unlike her, youâd never been married before. You didnât have a kid to think about. Though, you loved Baranâs son dearly, and she loved that you loved him â and that he loved you back.Â
Have you ever thought about it? Marriage? She asked carefully as your head lay in her lap, and she played absently with your hair. Your fingers stilled on Baranâs thigh, and in the few seconds of silence, Baran thought she might throw up.Â
Are you asking? You murmured, turning to look up at Baran with unreadable, sparkling eyes.Â
Yes, she said easily, and then blinked, understanding too late what you meant. I mean, yes, Iâm asking if youâve âÂ
Yes, you cut her off. With the right person. Yes.Â
She canât believe she ever for one second doubted you might say yes if she got down on one knee. Baran shouldnât have then, and she certainly doesnât now that youâd called her your future wife. The shock quickly melts to a steady warmth that seems to blossom throughout her entire body, an easy sureness she knows is there for good.Â
âYouâre really fucking irritating,â Trinity says to you emphatically, working her jaw, but she knows this situation is her own fault, so thereâs no real bite to it. It brings Baran back to the present.Â
âWhittakerâs there, too?â she drawls, knowing Dennis is definitely on the schedule tomorrow.Â
âOoooo, Dr. Santos, you are in so much fucking trouble. I gotta go, babe,â you say, pressing your fingers to your lips and then the camera before the call ends. Truth be told, Baran isnât really irritated, but she canât let Trinity know that.Â
She looks back down at your contact card, a soft, sweet photo of you greeting her. A wave of affection sweeps over her so intensely it knocks the breath from her. Her future wife. Baran swallows down the lump of emotions building in her and focuses on texting you.Â
1:52 am
You: Be safe. Make good choices. Come home soon. I love you.Â
1:52 am
Azizam: đâ¤ď¸đ đą
Baran lays back down, setting her phone by her head and staring at your contact photo like a lovesick teenage girl. She doesnât wake up this time when Shenâs text comes through.Â
2:09 am
John Shen: ETA 20 min
John Shen: BTW, I think sheâs onto you
Baran is stirred awake by the bed dipping next to her and quiet curses. A groggy noise rumbles in her chest, her limbs too heavy to move, her eyelids like lead.Â
âBack to sleep, honey,â you whisper, your words coming out a little slurred still, unsteady as you crawl toward her on the soft mattress.Â
Baran forces herself to turn over, another incoherent, almost whiny noise rising in her. She licks her lips and swallows, her eyes blinking open to see you settle next to her in a t-shirt and underwear.Â
âAzizam,â Baran mumbles happily, and you grin, leaning over to kiss her.Â
Instinctually, Baran fists the front of your shirt and drags you closer, her other arm wrapping around your shoulders. Your lips slide against hers, both of you uncoordinated and sloppy from alcohol and sleep but content in it. The thick, sweet smell of the bar lingers on you, along with the faint familiar tang of your sweat, and your tongue dips between Baranâs lips. She moans faintly, and you scoot closer so you can intertwine your legs, your hips pressing into hers.Â
âI drank water,â you breathe against her mouth, sliding your kisses to her jaw and her neck, wet and open. Baran sighs, more awake now, her core muscles twitching. One thing that really gets Baran going is sleepy sex, and you are definitely using this to your advantage. She remembers her faux promise to you and smiles, tangling a hand in your hair.Â
âSleep, eshgham. We have three days together. Just you and me,â she sighs, tilting her chin to limit your access to her neck. You hum softly, dipping your face to her shoulder.Â
âDooset daram,â you mumble into Baranâs skin. You know a few phrases in Farsi now, but according to you, this is the most essential, the one you learned first. And every time you say it, it makes Baran weak in the knees.Â
Her hand tightens in your hair, and she kisses your head, holding you firmly against her. She can feel you drifting off to sleep already, muscles relaxing, breathing even. And Baran feels that stubborn tightness in her throat again now that she finally has you in her arms.Â
She hadnât known exactly when she was going to do it, waiting for the perfect time to present itself. This weekend. Sheâs going to propose to you this weekend.Â
warnings: nsfw MDNI!. pretty kinky. reader & baran are a mess for each other. reader is mid 20s baran is in her 40s.
a/n: i had a dream about this and i couldnât stop thinking about it the entire day. so hereâs whatever this is. enjoy <33.
the email comes in at 9:12 am
you were already awake at your desk by the gift of god that was the office coffee. you havenât really slept much. a dull, steady pressure behind your eyes that hasnât gone away since sometime around three in the morning, and your phone feels heavier every time you pick it up.
you almost donât open the email that has been waiting for you since you first sat down.
not because youâre busy, but because you already have an idea of what most emails look like during this hour. edits. corrections. something you did wrong yesterday that you now have to fix today.
but you were too curious for your own good and clicked it anyway.
lina is out sick. youâre covering the al hashimi interview. tomorrow. 7 pm. confirm.
you stare at the screen, your mouth now open in shock at what you just read. you? interviewing the baran al hashimi? most would kill for this coverage, and it somehowâŚlanded on your lap?
you read it once more, a bit slower this time, like magically the words would rearrange into something else if you give it time.
âwhy do you look like that?â
you donât look up when your coworker sofia walks into your space. youâre still staring at the email, like if you blink it might disappear and you can pretend this never happened.
without saying a word to sofia, you turn your laptop slightly toward her.
she leans in, squints at the screen, and then her eyebrows lift in a way thatâs almost impressive.
âholy shit.â
âyeahâŚâ
âthatâsââ she sits on the edge of your desk, shaking her head a little. âthatâs big.â
âi mean itâs last minute,â you say, already flattening it down before it becomes anything else.
âdonât sell yourself short! youâre interviewing dr baran al hashimi!â sofia says, like that cancels everything else out.
âitâs linaâs interview,â you correct. âiâm justââ
âdonât you dare say âbackupâ.â
âi wasnât going go.â
âyou so were.â
you close the laptop halfway, pressing your palm against the cold edge like that might steady the nerves in you.
the room feels too bright all of a sudden. too loud. someone across the office is laughing, and itâs sharp enough to make you wince. your pants clinging to your thighs uncomfortably.
âdo i look like iâm in the mood for this today?â you ask groaning.
sofia studies you for a bit longer this time. your hair isnât sitting the way it usually does. a few strands clinging stubbornly to your temple, damp with either sweat or exhaustion that seeped through your skin. you donât look put together, you look held together, barely.
âno,â she says. âyou look like youâve had a rough night.â
âthatâs because i did,â you shrug.
she stands up making her way to her chair, leaning back and watching you in concern.
âthatâs okay babe, but you better get ready,â she says.
-
you confrim the interview before you can allow yourself to think too much about it. of course you do. there isnât really another option. this was an opportunity people worked most of their lives for.
baran al hashimi rarely accepted interviews, and for her to agree to this sent a ripple through your office. editors talking too fast, all emails marked urgent, your company name suddenly sitting in conversations it had no business being in. people were already speculating what sheâd say, what sheâd reveal, what this could mean.
and then it got worse.
because it wasnât just your company that got it.
it was you.
your name, attached to it like it was supposed to make sense. because people like her didnât say yes. and they definitely didnât say yes to people like you.
âheyâhey. you. my office. now.â
your stomach drops before you get the chance to get up.
your boss is already halfway turned, not checking if youâre following or not. everyoneâs watching you now, pretending theyâre not. a chill makes its way up your spine as you push your chair back and stand.
the walk to her office feels longer than it is, even though itâs just down the hallway it still felt eternal.
when you step into her office, sheâs already pacing, phone in hand, the other dragging down her face like she hasnât decided if this was the best thing that has ever happened or the start of a disaster.
she hangs up mid sentence when she sees you.
âclose the door.â
you do.
âdo you have any idea whatâs in your hands right now?â
she doesnât wait for you to answer.
âno actually, donât answer that, because if you did understand, you wouldnât be standing here looking like youâve just rolled out of bed.â
the words felt crueler than her normal jabs at you. your boss was a typical older woman that was never nice to anyone besides her ex husband that she wanted to win back. this behavior wasnât new to you at all.
âfixâŚthis. whatever this is,â she exhales frustratedly. âbecause inââ she checks her watch, laughing under her breath. âless than forty eight hours, youâre sitting across baran al hashimi.â
hearing her name out loud does something to your chest. your face falls into shock and fear at the fact you will be handling something super exclusive. your boss notices.
âyeah. exactly.â
she steps closer now, lowering her voice. âdo you know how many people tried to get her? how many real journalists pitched for this and got nothing?â
âand itâs yours now,â she laughs in disbelief or displeasure, you couldnât tell. âthis is the kind of interview that gets picked apart. every question you ask. every word. you ask something stupid? thatâs it, she shuts it down. we lose it, and i get to explain to everyone why we fumbled the one shot nobody else got.â
she paused before continuing. âdid you know that after we sent out the email that lina was sick, instead of rescheduling she asked who else was on the teamâŚi listed a few names. yours included. she stopped me and asked to repeat your name. and then she goes, i want her. you. she wants you.â
the air left your lungs as you registered what she was telling you. baran picked you specifically? out of every other person that you were sure would do a far better job than you. she picked you.
âcan you handle that?â
no, no you canât. you want to back away and say that this was just some big misunderstanding that led to you standing here. but you donât. you swallow back every doubt.
because this is a chance you donât get twice.
you nod quickly. âi wonât disappoint you.â
by eleven, youâve opened everything you can find about baran. there isnât much. for someone people wonât shut up about, she doesnât give them anything they can actually use. short interviews. press statements. a handful of clips that all say the same thing in slightly different ways and outfits.
you click one.
a press briefing. a dozen microphones crowding the frame. people and reporters talking over each other. and then.
baran al hashimi. she was a stunning woman to say the least, with a magnifying gaze.
a reporter asks something that you couldnât catch, but her answer was clear.
âif you want a narrative, youâre in the wrong place.â
that was it. the clip ends. so you watch it again, and again, and again.
âgod, youâve played that like five times,â sofia says, tapping the edge of your desk.
âiâm doing my research.â
âyeah, well itâs annoying,â she groans. âare you trying to memorize her words or something?â
âno sofia, just go away.â
âgosh, are you always like this before interviews?â she tilts her head.
âlike what?â
âlike someone put hot sauce in your underwear.â
you donât answer as she bursts into a fit of giggles, too focused on the task at hand.
âugh youâre no fun.â she says, walking back to her desk that was right behind yours.
by the time the interview got dangerously closer, your notes were a mess.
half of the questions you spent hours preparing felt fake, like they werenât of value. the rest felt too personal, youâre probably crossing a line you shouldnât with them.
you rewrite the intro three times, your eyes have now sunken into themselves, begging you to look away from the bright screen.
you go back to the clips, the articles, the scattered quotes that donât quite add up to a person. you start writing questions again, real ones this time, not the ones from the brief.
why did you agree to this interview?
do you care what people think of you?
what do they get wrong?
you hesitate on the last one, thumb hovering over the delete key, but you keep it.
the truth is, none of the clean, approved questions will get you anywhere near her. and whatever she is, whatever everyone keeps circling around without ever quite touching.
you lean back in your chair, eyes burning from the screen, and for a second you wonder if thatâs the whole point, that there isnât a version of her that adds up cleanly.
just whatever she chooses to show.
you save the document quick, like you might change your mind if you wait, and you close your laptop before you can reread anything.
-
the drive to baranâs house is longer than expected.
your hand stays tight around the steering wheel the entire time, fingers tapping nervously every time you stopped at a light. the radio was on low playing some of your favorite songs, but you werenât listening to them. youâd spent the last thirty minutes trying not to think about the fact that this was actually happening at all.
dr. baran al hashimi had specifically asked for you.
not someone more experienced. not lina whoâd been doing this for twelve years and had once made a politician cry on live television. definitely not someone with a blue checkmark and a media fellowship.
you.
you genuinely thought there had been some kind of mistake. a scheduling error. maybe someone from pr had mixed up the names in an email chain late at night.
because your articles were the kind people squinted at before asking, âwait, who wrote this?â
you were in that horrible phase in your career where nobody mentored you anymore, yet nobody trusts you either. you were too experienced to be excused. but too unknown to be taken seriously.
baran al hashimi did not do unknown. she barely did interviews with the known.
somewhere, somehow in this weird universe one of the most unreachable people in the country had maybe been quietly reading your work while you were fighting your coworkers for decent assignments and eating sad vending machine dinners at midnight in the office.
you kept trying to understand what exactly she saw in you. and even worse, what she thought she was gonna get from you.
by the time you pulled into the driveway, you almost wanted to laugh at how undressed you suddenly felt. a black skirt with a sweater that you spent your entire last months paycheck on, and a coat you borrowed from your mother.
her house looked unreal at night.
youâve been around rich people, your boss being one of them. youâve been to her house, even fed her dogs. but nothing came close to the house that was in front of you.
warm amber light poured through towering arched windows , turning the cream colored stucco into an almost honey gold against the dark sky. iron lanterns glowed along the exterior walls, their light shifting over tall trees.
it was the kind of house or more of a mediterranean villa that looked built for long dinners, expensive wine, and people who dressed accordingly.
people who arenât you.
you sat in your car for a second too long staring at it. you could see your reflection in the windshield looking like a nervous mess already.
âget it together,â you muttered to yourself quietly, slapping your cheeks slightly to wake up.
then you grabbed your bag and forced yourself out of the car. the gravel crunched softly beneath your kitten heels as you walked toward the front door. the night was cool against your skin, but your face still felt warm somehow.
you knocked once.
almost immediately the door opened.
baran stood there in a black silk off shoulder top paired with cream colored pants, the top exposing just the right amount of her shoulder. her sleeves were rolled lazily to her forearms, curly hair loose instead of pulled back the way youâd seen in interviews.
she looked less like a doctor and more like something out of an old fashion campaign. a clean, sharp, and captivating lady.
your eyes flickered down for one second too long before you caught yourself. baran noticed almost immediately, of course she did.
âare you coming in?â she said calmly. her voice was lower in person, even softer than it was on television.
heat crawled immediately to your face.
âuh yeah, please,â you stutter. please? what is wrong with you right now?
you stepped inside, swallowed by the warmth. the house smelled like a fancy type of wood and coffee. it was dim inside with low yellow light from every corner, reflecting off dark wood furniture.
there were books everywhere, stacked on side tables, lining the built in shelves, scattered carelessly to make it look lived in but it was still deliberate somehow.
a record player hummed softly somewhere deeper in the house. your heels clicked loudly against the terracotta tile as you followed her further inside.
âyou can leave your coat there,â baran said, gesturing toward a chair.
âright.â
your fingers fumbled slightly with the buttons embarrassingly. you were nervous. extremely nervous. she was watching you, no, staring at you and it only made you feel worse.
âcan i get you something to drink?â she asked.
âwaterâs fine,â you let out a nervous laugh as she disappeared into the kitchen.
you set your bag down carefully on the dining table, acting as if it might break if you arenât extremely careful. baran came back with two glasses of water, placing one right in front of you before taking a seat across yours.
you nervously pulled your recorder out.
âokay,â you say, trying your best to sound more professional than you felt. âthank you again for agreeing to this.â
baran lifted an arm and then rested it against the chair. your stomach tightened, feeling all the nerves crawl back up your spine. you cleared your throat slightly and clicked the recorder on.
the interview started normally enough. you asked questions about her career as a doctor, the press, the hospital. everything that mattered to her.
but you couldnât help but notice baran looking at you in this almost unbearable way, steady and direct, and she wasnât even trying to hide it.
everytime your eyes met hers, your chest tightened painfully.
âwhatâs distracting you?â she said at one point.
you blinked quickly. âsorry, iâm a little nervous.â
âwhy?â
you stared at her, a small smirk making itâs way on your face. she was making you feel like a school girl again, doing anything to impress her crush.
âbecauseâŚyouâre intimidating.â
baran tilted her head slightly, smiling at you.
âiâm not doing anything.â
you laughed despite yourself. âthat somehow isnât helping.â
for the first time all night, baran laughs. actually laughs, like she was watching something hilarious happening in front of her.
the conversation drifted easier after that, it was less formal. you forgot entire prepared questions because you kept getting caught looking at her hands while she spoke.
she had long fingers, with clean nails, and a gold watch you were sure could pay off your student loans.
at one point, she reached across the table to adjust the recorder slightly closer to herself. her finger brushed yours and your brain short circuited.
you hoped desperately that it didnât show. but the way your mouth opened slightly, as if sheâd shoved her hands down your pants told all.ďżź
when the interview ended, your pulse was tired from spiking constantly at everything she did. you reached forward to stop the recording, but baranâs hand beat you to it.
you flinched tearing your hand away from her warmth. neither of you moved, then the sound of baran clicking the recorder off made you come back to reality.
she stood up quickly. âi think weâre done with this part.â
you stared at her hands.
then at her face.
ââŚokay.â
âcome with me.â
you shouldâve asked why or where she was taking you but you couldnât speak, body moving almost automatically behind her as if you were under some sort of spell.
she led you upstairs into her room, leading you to a massive closet that was bigger than your own bedroom.
rows of perfectly organized expensive clothes and shelves lined with all kinds of heels, jewelry, neatly folded cashmere. the entire room smelled faintly of her perfume.
your breath caught immediately, eyes falling on a dress hanging separately near the center. a vintage tom ford for gucci. a piece so stunning that everyone that got their hands on it had wanted to frame it, and yet here it was in the middle of a closet hanging righr before your eyes.
baran noticed you looking at it. âthat one.â
âsorry?â you blinked, turning toward her.
âtry it on.â
you laughed because surely, surely she was joking.
âyou want me to wear your dress?â
âyes.â
oh, she was serious.
âwhy?â
baran walked closer slowly, stopping near the rack. âi want to see something.â
âthat is a deeply concerning sentence.â
âyou ask too many questions,â the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
âisnât that what iâm here to do?â
âyeah, but not right now.â
that did something awful to your stomach. you looked at the dress again. it was truly beautiful, and unlike anything that has ever touched your body before. then you looked back at her.
âyou seriously want me to put that on.â
âyes.â
you shouldâve said no, shouldâve left then and there and excused yourself. you had so much work waiting for you at home and this will just push it back.
instead, you found yourself reaching for the hanger with shaky hands. the silk felt cool against your fingers.
âthereâs a divider,â baran said, pointing behind you.
âright. yeah,â you nodded quickly.
the âdividerâ or changing area was partially hidden behind a paneled screen near the wall. it wasnât fully private. but just enough so no one could explicitly see anything.
you disappeared behind it with the dress clutched against your chest, your pulse already fast again. you felt like a teenage boyâs first time in a girls room.
this was absurd. none of your interviews went like this, not that youâve had the privilege to interview many but still enough to know that this wasnât very professional.
the zipper of your own skirt suddenly felt impossible to work with. your fingers slipping twice, feeling her somewhere on the other side of the divider the entire time.
she wasnât speaking or moving much at all, just there. waiting for you.
by the time you finally stepped out, your heart was pounding so hard that itâs threatened to jump out of your skin.
the dress fit perfectly. too perfectly.
the fabric clung to your body like it had been tailored specifically for you, dipping low enough at the chest to make you instinctively fold your arms for a moment before stopping yourself.
baran looked up and went completely still. the silence stretched out too long, that you couldnât tell if she liked it or hated it.
her eyes moving over every inch of your body like a hungry animal and you were merely her prey. your face burned under the attention.
âi uh, i donât think im wearing this right,â you said nervously, a sad attempt at breaking the tension.
baran walked towards you in slow steps almost like sheâs inspecting you. she stopped directly in front of you, closer than sheâs ever been, close enough that you could smell her perfume again. it was something strong and warm underneath cleaner notes.
âstop fidgeting,â she said quietly.
âsorry, this is the weirdest interview iâve done,â you laugh, she doesnât. ânot that youâreââ
âshh.â
baranâs gaze dropped briefly to your hands, reaching forward slowly giving you time to move away. but you donât.
her fingers touched your wrist lightly at first. then slid upwards over your arm with unbearable slowness, smoothing against your skin until they reached your shoulder.
you stopped breathing completely.
her fingers adjusting strap, it wasnât because it needed fixing. she just wanted to touch it. to touch you.
you with your warm skin. you with your pretty, nervous face. you with your soft lips that parted everytime she got closer.
she wanted to ruin you a little for that alone.
baranâs eyes never left your face. watching every reaction from you to her touch. every micro change of expression made something hotter coil inside of her.
âyou get nervous very quickly,â she murmured.
you let out a shaky breath. âyou think?â
she doesnât respond. instead, her hand moved from your shoulder to your collarbone, lightly tracing the shape of it. your pulse was jumping violently beneath the tips of her fingers.
you became painfully aware of every part of your body she wasnât touching.
baran stepped even closer. the silk of her top brushing against your arm. you couldnât tell if you were breathing or not at this point.
her fingers continue their journey upward again, along the side of your throat, until her thumb rested briefly against your jaw.
internally, you were absolutely losing your mind. it took everything in you not to whine at the way her touch was so gentle. her touch made you feel like you were a fragile glass doll.
baran looked calmer now, more focused. as if she was trying to remember exactly what you look like reacting to her.
her thumb brushed agonizingly slow against your bottom lip. you whimpered softly before you could stop yourself.
something in her face changed at the sound, not softer, but darker, way darker. she wanted you, bad. and suddenly, she couldnât stop imagining more.
what sounds you would make if she kissed you there. how your body would twitch if she pressed somewhere else. wether youâd let her or not.
youâd let her destroy you.
your knees felt like they were about to give out at any moment as her fingers moved downward again.
over your throat. then stopping at the center of your chest.
following the line of the dress slowly enough to make your entire body tense. you couldnât think, you lost that ability two touches ago. you could barely stand there without shaking.
and the worst part, the absolute worst part is that you wanted her to keep going. to keep touching you like sheâs doing.
heat rushed through you so fast it was dizzying.
you swallowed hard, baranâs gaze flicking downward briefly at the movement. then back to your chest.
baran always looked controlled, but in this moment, there was tension in her jaw. her breathing had slowed. like she was holding herself back physically from doing something wrong.
her fingers traced the curves of your breasts, like she was trying to see how much you could take before falling apart.
your body reacted instantly every single time her fingers brushed the bare skin.
âyouâre a shaking mess,â her voice sounded lower now. âhmm, i wonder why.â
you could see that this was torturing her as well, enough that you saw the flicker in her expression when your eyes met again. you noticed how her fingers pressed slightly harder against your chest before easing again like she immediately regretted it.
baran leaned a bit closer before realizing that there wasnât much space between you two to move. you looked at her, and all you could think about was what would happen if she leaned in another inch.
if she kissed you. if she touched you properly instead of this almost touching that felt somehow more intimate than anything else ever could.
your brain kept flashing warning signs at you.
this is insane.
this is inappropriate.
you barely know her.
and underneath it all, you still wanted her anyway. badly enough to scare yourself a little.
baranâs fingers havenât left your chest, her movements changing to her whole hand pressing down against your chest.
you almost moaned at that. itâs been a while since youâve been intimate with someone, so every touch felt like fire under your skin.
there was a horrible magnetic pull between you, making the tension stretch so tight that it felt like a rotten sin.
and it only made you want her more.
then she stopped. like there was a switch that was flipped inside her. baran stepped back so quickly it almost startled you.
the heat in the room vanished just as fast.
âyou should change,â she said, not looking at you.
âoh.â
you disappeared behind the divider again with your hands trembling enough to make everything difficult to do.
on the other side of the room, baran couldnât move.
when you stepped back out, baran was still standing in the same spot. you thought she was pissed but she turned almost immediately when she felt you move.
âthank you for your time,â you said automatically, the professionalism sounding absurd now.
baran looked at you for a while, then nodded. âdrive safely.â
and that was it.
-
you barely remembered the drive home. your body was heavy with exhaustion by the time you stepped foot into your apartment.
you dropped your bag near the couch, kicked your shoes off halfway to your bedroom, and collapsed onto the matress still replaying every touch in extreme detail. there was an annoying ache that kept you tossing and turning all night searching desperately for relief.
you donât even remember falling asleep or if you took your clothes off.
-
the next morning, sunlight burned across your face hard enough to wake you. your phone was ringing somewhere near your pillow.
you grabbed it blindly, eyes barely open.
it was your boss. your stomach dropped. why was your boss calling you?
then, an email.
subject: al hashimi
baran al hashimi wants a follow up. come to my office first thing.
you stared at the screen with your mouth slightly hanging open in disbelief. you thought for sure baran would have called your boss asking you to be taken off the interview after the inappropriate interaction. instead, she asked for you back.
âoh my godââ you stood up so fast that you had to take a moment for balance to find you.
you looked at the time. 10:22 am. you were extremely late.
âshit shit shit.â
everything after that happened too fast.
you stumbled into the bathroom half awake, nearly knocking over your skincare products while brushing your teeth. your hair hated you today and refused to cooperate no matter what you did. one of your earrings had disappeared entirely. you found yesterdayâs tights hanging off your desk chair and prayed they werenât ruined.
your apartment looked like a crime scene by the time you left it.
coffee in one hand. your bag slipping off your shoulder. phone clenched between your teeth while you tried locking your door.
très chic.
the elevator took too long so you opted for the stairs instead, which left you a sweaty mess by the time you reached your car. traffic was worse than usual. someone honked at you after you nearly missed a turn because your brain kept remembering baranâs fingers on your skin.
you could still feel her hand on your chest if you thought about it too hard. so naturally your brain kept thinking about it.
by the time you rushed into the office building, very out of breath and definitely overheated, your head was pounding. and everyone was looking at you.
your steps slowed instinctively.
the usual office buzz had shifted completely this morning. conversations stopped halfway when you walked in. someone near the coffee machine literally whispered your name.
âwhat the hell,â you muttered under your breath.
then sofia appeared by your side out of nowhere.
âoh my god,â she said excitedly, grabbing your arm. âwhat did you do?â
âgood morning to you too?â
âshe requested a follow up with you specifically.â
âyeah, i read the eââ
âlinaâs back.â
âreally?â
sofia stared at you harder. âwhat. did. you. do.â
heat instantly crawled up your neck, images flashing through your head before you could stop them.
your stomach tightened.
ânothing,â you said too quickly.
sofiaâs eyes narrowed immediately. âthat was the biggest lie iâve ever heard.â
before you could answer her, two other writers appeared beside your desk.
âwas she scarier in person?â
âwait, is she actually hot or is that just the camera thing?â
âshe never does follow ups,â someone else said from across the room.
âyou were there for like, three hours.â
âno,â you said immediately, sounding less and less convincing to the audience surrounding you. âit was not theee hours.â
âfine, two and a half.â
you head snapped toward sofia. âhow did you know that?â
âshe has security.â
âwhat?â
sofia grinned, as if her answer made complete sense.
you hated that a part of you felt thrilled. actually thrilled. people who barely looked at you before were circling your desk wanting details. questions. information. everybody acted like you were the hot new thing.
and you liked it.
your chest buzzed with adrenaline as more questions flew at you.
âwhat did her house look like from the inside?â
âokay tell us, what really happened?â
your laugh came out nervous. ânothing happened.â
before anyone could push harder, a voice calling your name cut across the room.
âoffice. now.â
everyone went back to their desks quickly. you looked up to see your boss standing outside her office holding a file against her chest.
shit.
you stood up fast and made your way to her office, the door shutting behind you. she looked up from the papers in her hand.
âi donât know what you did last night to make al hashimi request you again, but this is the biggest opportunity that has ever come across this office.â
you straightened at her words, sweaty hands brushing against your skirt. âgood morning?â
your boss didnât react. âdo you know that she called me? asking for you.â
you didnât know.
âlina is back in office.â
âi know sofia tolââ
âthen explain it to me.â
your mouth went dry instantly. how exactly were you supposed to explain any of it?
oh yeah, your celebrity doctor interview turned into a psychosexual fever dream in a walk in closet?
probably not the most appropriate answer.
âshe liked my questions,â you attempt.
your boss stared at you, as your fingers tightened around the hem of your skirt.
âwhat exactly happened at that house?â she asked, taking her glasses off.
âit was nothing inappropriate, if thatâs what youâre thinking.â
âthat wasnât my question.â
you looked away, big mistake. because now you looked super guilty.
your boss leaned back slowly in her chair, studying you.
âshe doesnât request people twice. especially not junior writers.â she said carefully.
âiâm not a junior.â
âyou are to her.â
you swallowed. âshe said she liked my writing.â
âand?â your boss scoffs.
-
that night you hurriedly clocked out and made your way to your car. you spent the entire drive to baranâs house trying to convince yourself this was still professional.
it wasnât working. there was heat pooling down your stomach already. her touches were like bruises on your skin, that only made you come back for more.
before you left the car, you checked your reflection in the small mirror. reapplying your lipgloss and fixing your hair.
the house looked strangely warmer tonight, your hand barely reaching the door to knock before it opened.
baran looked different tonight as well.
dark grey cashmere instead of black silck, the sweater slipping off her shoulder like her top from last night but this time it looked more sultry.
you wanted to take it off her so bad.
âyou came,â she said, a pleased look on her face.
âyou asked me to.â
âcome in,â baran stepped aside.
the second the door shut behind you, the energy felt different than last time. you noticed immediately that she didnât make her way to the table you were seated in last night.
instead, she walked to her couch and waited for you to join her. you followed her to the living room but didnât sit down.
âare weâŚare we actually doing the interview tonight?â you asked.
âdo you want to?â baran looked at you while playing with the cuffs of her sleeves.
that shouldâve been easy to answer. yes you wanted to do it, itâs what youâre here for.
âiââ
âdonât think too much,â she smiled as she stood up and stepped closer to you.
god. everything with her felt like you were being watched too closely.
baranâs eyes moved over your face with an amused smile before settling on your mouth.
âwhat are you wearing under this?â
you couldnât fathom what she just said, eyes widening enough to make you look almost crazy.
âexcuse me?â
her gaze dropped briefly to your blouse.
âitâs not a difficult question.â
the heat pooling down your stomach found itâs way further down.
âa bra?â you whispered.
baran exhaled softly through her nose, almost pleased. âcute.â
your knees nearly gave out.
âwhat is happening right now?â you whispered.
baran stepped closer again. now there was barely any space between you.
âyou came back,â she said.
âi mean yeah youââ
âbut you knew why.â
you wanted to throw up. because yes, you did know why, maybe not fully but enough.
enough that youâd spent some time in your car freshening up whilst pretending you werenât hoping sheâd touch you again.
baran lifted one hand toward your throat. her fingers settled against the side of your neck.
you couldnât help but flutter your eyes shut at the sensation.
âlook at me,â baran whispered softly.
you did.
and the look on her face nearly ruined you. she was barely holding herself together, her mouth drooling to feel your lips against hers.
then suddenly her hand slid lower. back to your chest. every nerve in your body lit up, letting a whine slip past your mouth.
baranâs eyes widened at the sound, a new wave of heat rushing through her body.
âbaran,â you whined, too far gone to care what you sounded like.
the sound of her name in your mouth visibly affected her. she clenched her jaw so hard her muscle jumps.
âtake it off,â she said calmly.
your entire body went hot as you stared at her in disbelief.
âare you serious?â
âdoes it look like iâm joking, baby?â she asked, taking a step back.
baby. she called you baby.
your hands rushed to the buttons of your blouse trembling as you tried to free yourself from the torment.
baran watched you the entire time. not offering help or rushing to take it off of you. just standing there looking at you like she wanted to devour the sight.
your blouse slippped from your shoulders, and your breathing was wrecked.
baran stepped forward immediately.
her hands slid up your arms first, fingertips following the same actions as last night, grazing your skin with patience.
then she leaned in and pressed her lips against your collarbone. you gasped for more. the softness of it all making you so dizzy.
baran kissed slowly along the exposed skin near your shoulder while her hands held your waist firmly now, grounding you in place.
your fingers instinctively grabbed onto the front of her sweater. every thought in your head dissolved the second her mouth dragged lower against you chest.
âplease,â you whimper.
baranâs grip tightened at your sounds. her lips brushed the top of your chest again before she pulled back to look at you.
you felt very exposed. you body aching for more of her lips everywhere.
baran looked almost as desperate as you, her composure cracking slightly.
her fingers kept flexing against your waist like she was trying her best to restrain herself from doing more.
âyouâŚyou have no idea what you do to me,â she whispered against your mouth.
the sentence alone nearly made you risk it all and kiss her. your hands tightened in her sweater.
âpleaseâŚ.please, please justâjustââ you were a stuttering mess.
baran kissed you before you could say another word. her lips moving against yours, devouring your taste on her tongue. the sound of your desperate moans swallowed by her kisses.
her mouth trailing down to your neck, breath warm against your skin. the room seemed to blur, her scent and yours mixing together deliciously.
baranâs hands roamed possessively over your body, cupping your breast through the lace of your bra, drawing a soft gasp out of you. the desire escalated quickly, your bodies pressed together in a heated exchange.
her thigh slipped between your thighs as she pushed you against the wall, rubbing against the growing wetness at your core.
clothes were discarded everywhere on the floor in a haze of pure need and desire, revealing baranâs olive skin, her breasts were full and inviting, her pussy already slick with arousal from your noises.
you felt her hands slide beneath you, stroking your throbbing clit, each touch making you moan loudly through her empty house.
baran dragged you over to the couch and straddled you, as she took control. her lips capturing yours in a needy kiss that tasted of surrender. your mind reeled with intensity, your pussy clenching around baranâs fingers as they thrust deeper, the obscene sounds of your wetness filled the space.
baranâs own arousal was evident as she grinded against your tigh, her breath hitching as she whispered sweet nothings that made you groan.
âyouâre so perfect, baby,â she moaned. âgo ahead let go for me.â
waves of pleasure washed over you, building to a peak until you cried out, your orgasm ripping through you harder than youâve ever had before, as baran reached her own climax, leaving you both a trembling mess in each others arms.
the bliss lasted a few seconds before baran shifted away slightly from you.
âiâ that wasnât very appropriate,â you say your voice sounding rougher than usual.
âa little,â baran exhales through her nose softly.
âa little?â you laugh.
she looks at you then and instantly your body heats up all over again because she still has that look in her eyes. a look that insisted that she could crawl back on top of you and touch you again if she let herself.
âyou should drink water,â she smiles.
âthatâs your aftercare?â
âwater is good for you.â
you laugh breathlessly and in disbelief. âthereâs actually something wrong with you.â
baran laughs quietly as she crept closer to you again. your thigh brushes hers and neither of you flinch. you kept your eyes on her as she traced shapes down your front.
âyouâre staring,â she murmured.
âsorry.â
âdonât apologize, i never said i didnât like it.â she smiles against your skin. âyou really do that when youâre nervous, apologizing like crazy.â
you groan quietly, covering a part of your face with one hand. âplease stop noticing things about me.â
baranâs hand wraps gently around your wrist before you can hide from her completely. her fingers warm against your cool skin.
âno,â she says softly.
you lower your hand from your face slowly as baranâs thumb brushed against the inside of your wrist absentmindedly.
âwas this a terrible idea?â you ask quietly, scared of what she might answer.
âyes.â
you wanted to jump out of your skin. but then she adds.
âiâm still going to do it again.â
the heat that snapped back through hour body was unholy, baranâs legs now straddling yours in a possessive way.
there was no way out now. you were hers.
âagain?â you laugh in disbelief.
âyou asked.â
âi absolutely did not ask that.â
âyou wanted the answer.â
she wasnât wrong. you looked down at your lap aware of everything that just happened all over again. the fact her lips were all over you not even ten minutes ago and you wanted it again.
baran notices your hesitation. âwhat?â
âi think this is where iâm supposed to realize iâm making terrible life choices.â
âand are you?â
you look at her, at the way her hair is now slightly messy from your fingers running through them, at her smudged lipstick, at the way she was desperately waiting for your answer to not break her heart.
âprobably not,â you smirk.
her face softens into a smile, her fingers sliding from your wrist to your forearm. almost as if she got used to touching you.
âyou wanna know what the worst part is?â you murmur.
âwhat.â
âi was nervous you wouldnât ask me back.â
baran goes still beside you, then her eyes lift to yours. âi couldnât stop thinking about you after you left.â
âreally?â
âyou know that.â
âi actually donât.â
her fingers squeezed your forearm in fake annoyance. then she laughs.
âi asked you back the second i knew i could.â
you both stayed silent for a while after that. her hand still rubbing against your arm making your eyes drift shut for a second.
âyou falling asleep?â baran whispered.
âmaybe.â you hummed, turning around and shoving your face into her neck.
âthatâs rude.â
you smiled against her.
âi earned it.â
you felt a laugh vibrate through her throat, feeling it more than hearing it, making something in your stomach jump at the intimacy. you tilted your head slightly to look up at her.
the soft lighting of her house softened her face, made her look less untouchable.
âare you gonna kick me out?â
baran looked at you in disbelief, she wasnât sure if you were joking or dead serious.
âof course not, baby.â
you looked back down before she could see the blush across your face. her arm pulling you a little closer to her as you both drifted off to sleep on her couch.
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As the automatic doors slide open, a blast of air conditioning hits you head-on, making you shiver violently and tuck deeper into the coat that itâs definitely too warm outside for you to be wearing.Â
But despite the sunny spring weather outside, youâre absolutely freezing and you are not taking off your fuzzy jacket anytime soon. Walking into the medical building, you grab a mask from the dispenser up front and also sanitize your hands for good measure. You know you probably look like a walking biohazard, what with your red nose, flushed cheeks, and obvious fever chills, and youâd like to do your best to keep anyone else from catching whatever bug from hell you have.Â
You affix the mask to your face and wearily walk down the tiled hallway, squinting at the signs through your watery eyes. Youâve been to this building of PTMC before, where you see your usual doctor, but itâs your first time going to urgent care.Â
You steadfastly ignore the bright red âEMERGENCYâ sign pointing in the opposite direction. No way youâre going over there today. Your mission is simple: find urgent care, get meds, go home â all without running into Baran.Â
A small wave of guilt coils in your stomach as you follow the signs to urgent care. You normally love dropping by to see Baran while sheâs on shift, you often bring her lunches when she forgets to pack one, or pick up a box of donuts for all the staff to cheer them up. You love to see her smiling at you, the tension easing between her eyebrows as she wraps you in a warm hug.Â
But not today. Youâve been hiding this cold â well, youâre not sure itâs just a cold at this point â from her for four days now, which is longer than you thought youâd be able to get away with. But sheâs been extra busy and stressed from work, pulling some overtime to catch up on charting, and it was easy enough to postpone your nightly video calls until things calmed down a bit.Â
You planned to just ride the cold out and have her be none the wiser. You have no intention of being yet another source of stress in her life, and you can take care of yourself just fine. The only problem isâŚyour body doesnât seem to be quite on the same page. Youâve been running a 102 fever for three days straight and your throat is so sore that youâre barely able to drink water. This morning, when the room spun after you stood up and you almost blacked out, you decided maybe it was time to consult a doctor. Not your girlfriend. But urgent care should work.Â
You shuffle around the corner into the urgent care waiting room, and your heart drops. Thereâs a handwritten sign taped to the front desk, written in all caps: URGENT CARE CLOSED. GO TO EMERGENCY ROOM FOR CARE.Â
You stand stock still, staring at the sign and feeling a bit like you want to cry. Right. Closed. Youâll just have to go to a different hospital. Sure, this is the one closest to you and the only place you know your insurance covers, but you can find another urgent care. Youâll just have to drive home, research in-network places, then drive out to another place, wait to see someone, andâŚ
Even just the thought of it all is exhausting. Without really deciding to, you drop into one of the vinyl chairs in the lobby of the deserted urgent care. You just need a minute to rest and then youâll get it together and go home.Â
A middle-aged, brown haired woman in scrubs standing behind the front desk looks over at you. She puts her hand on her hips, frowning at you. âYou okay, hon?â she calls.Â
âFine,â you try to say, but your voice is gravelly and you dissolve into a coughing fit instead.Â
The woman clucks her tongue but youâre too distracted trying to breathe to pay attention. When the coughing finally eases, you wipe irritated tears out of your eyes to clear your vision, and realize that the nurse is now in front of you, holding out a paper cup of water.Â
âHere you go, hon, small sips,â she says, giving you a sympathetic look. âThatâs some cough youâve got there.âÂ
You nod silently, not wanting to risk another coughing fit, and pull down your mask to take a few sips of water. The nurseâs frown deepens when she gets a good look at your face.Â
âStay right there sweetie, Iâll be right back,â she says, striding away. Youâre too exhausted to question where sheâs going.Â
The nurse returns with a blood pressure machine and a thermometer. Before you really can muster up a protest, the cuff is around your arm and the thermometer under your tongue. The nurse frowns at the machine when it finishes, tutting again.Â
âAh, yep, thought so,â she says, unwrapping the cuff. âYour pressureâs low and your tempâs way too high. Iâll call over to the ER. They need to see you ASAP.âÂ
âNo â Iâm fine,â you croak, sitting up a little straighter. You cannot go to the ER, not while your girlfriend is there. âIâll just go to a different urgent care.âÂ
But the nurse has already returned to her position at the desk and is on the phone with someone. She gives you a stern look and points to the seat, and it doesnât take a genius to figure out that she wants you to stay put.Â
Youâre not going to impose on Baran like this. You clumsily get to your feet, intending to head back the way you came. But as soon as you stand, your vision starts going spotty. You sway on your feet, blinking rapidly and trying to get your balance. Suddenly everything sounds far away, muffled, and you canât quite think straight.Â
Before you realize whatâs happening, someone is pushing you down into a wheelchair and telling you to put your head between your knees.Â
Baran takes a sip of tea, relishing the floral, jasmine taste. The tea has long since gone cold but itâs the first moment sheâs had all day to drink any. The emergency room has been nonstop today, as it often is, and sheâs been flitting from one urgent case to another, barely having a moment to breathe.Â
Dana, a few paces away, hangs up the red telephone and nods to her. âGot a fresh one for ya, doc,â she says. Baran sighs slightly and Dana gives her a sympathetic smirk. âYou chose this life, remember?âÂ
âSo I did,â Baran says, smiling a little. She nods for Dana to continue. âDetails?âÂ
âJust got a call from urgent care, theyâre still closed from being short-staffed, so theyâre diverting everyone to us.âÂ
âLovely,â Baran sighs, taking another sip of tea.Â
âIsnât it?â Dana grins. âAnyway theyâve got a female, late twenties, febrile, tachy and hypotensive. She almost fainted in the waiting room, one of the nurses is bringing her over.âÂ
Baran nods, a list of tests and diagnoses already taking shape in her mind. âWhich room?âÂ
âIâve got North 8 open,â Dana says, glancing up at the patient board.Â
âSounds good. Assign her to Samira and Iâll supervise,â Baran says, putting her cup away in the corner of the desk where she usually leaves it. âIâll want vitals right away, please.âÂ
âYou got it,â Dana says, already striding away to find Samira.Â
Baran takes a steadying breath and heads over to check on her pediatric patient with a leg laceration.Â
The bright lights of the emergency room bring you around. Youâve been in a daze, your eyelids heavy and your thoughts sluggish as you were wheeled down here from urgent care. But now youâre resting in a hospital bed, fluorescent lights beating down on you, and your head is starting to clear.Â
You havenât seen Baran yet, which seems like a minor miracle. Maybe youâll actually be able to get in and out of here without her noticing? It seems like a longshot, but hey, you can hope. One thingâs for sure: she will definitely not be happy to find you here.Â
A woman with dark hair and kind eyes pulls aside the curtain, coming over to your bedside. Youâve met a lot of the doctors in the ER but sheâs one that you havenât run into before.Â
âHi, Iâm Dr. Mohan and Iâll be treating you today,â she says, giving you a friendly smile. She glances down at the tablet in her hands. âI heard you gave Martha over at urgent care a bit of a scare.âÂ
You wince. âI didnât think it was that bad,â you say croakily, coughing a little into the mask youâre still wearing. âJust a sore throat and a fever.âÂ
Dr. Mohan gives you a sympathetic look. âThese things can escalate quickly. Weâre going to give you some fluids and something to bring down your fever, and also run a panel to see what kind of virus this is, okay? And weâll do a rapid strep test as well.âÂ
You nod, still feeling like this is all overkill for a bad cold, but knowing that youâd probably risk fainting again if you tried to get up.Â
âTry to get some rest,â Dr. Mohan continues. âIâll have my attending come take a look at you, and a nurse will get your IV started.âÂ
Your stomach drops. âI donât need an attending,â you rush to say, eyes going wide. âIâm fine with just you.âÂ
Dr. Mohanâs lips curve up, her eyes crinkling with slight amusement. âWhile I appreciate that, Iâm a resident and itâs standard procedure to have my attending consult with me on patients. Sheâs plenty friendly, I promise. Iâll be back soon.âÂ
You start to protest again but Dr. Mohan has already slipped out of the room. You sink back against the pillows, defeated. Something tells you Baran wonât be feeling so friendly when she gets wind of you being here.Â
Five minutes later, a familiar voice calls out from behind the curtain. âKnock, knock,â Baran says good-naturedly, pushing aside the curtain with her eyes fixed on a tablet. âHow are you feeling, MsâŚ?âÂ
You see the exact moment she reads the name on the chart. Her eyes go comically wide and she immediately snaps her head up, her mouth dropping open with shock.Â
âAzizam? What â?â The tablet is forgotten somewhere on the bed as Baran rushes to your side. She looks more panicked than youâve ever seen her, and guilt settles like a stone in your stomach. This is exactly what youâve been trying to avoid all week, worrying her like this.Â
âAre you alright?â Baran cups your face, taking your mask off so she can see you properly. âOh sweetheart,â she says when she sees your face, frowning deeply. âWhy didnât you tell me you were sick? How long have you been sick? You should have told me.âÂ
âIâm okay,â you try to reassure, but your raw, congested voice isnât helping your case much. You reach for Baranâs hand, rubbing your thumb over the back of it in the way that soothes her. âBabe. Iâm okay. Just breathe.âÂ
âThis is not okay,â Baran retorts, but she lets out a long breath and closes her eyes for a second, seeming to gather herself.Â
âAlright. First things first,â she says, slipping into that familiar doctor tone you know so well. She frowns up at the monitor youâre attached to, then reaches for the discarded tablet. âYour pressure is low, sweetheart. No wonder you fainted.âÂ
âAlmost fainted,â you correct with a small grumble.Â
âSo very reassuring,â Baran says dryly. She taps on the tablet, her eyes quickly scanning your chart. â102 degrees for three days, azizam? And you didnât say anything?âÂ
She looks up at you, hurt clearly shining in her chestnut brown eyes.Â
A lump rises in your throat that has nothing to do with your cold. âIâm sorry,â you say honestly, reaching for her again. âI was justâŚâ you sigh, which unfortunately triggers a coughing fit.Â
Baran sits next to you while you work through it, rubbing your back in broad, soothing strokes. âOh, eshgham,â she murmurs when the coughing dies down, stroking your hair away from your face and kissing your forehead. âSweet girl. You are so sick. Iâm going to take care of you now, alright?âÂ
You blink up at her, scrubbing a few tears off your face. Youâre not sure if theyâre from the cough, emotions, or both. âYouâre not mad?âÂ
Baran sighs, pressing her lips to your temple again. She gets up to fill a plastic cup with water and brings it back to you, resuming her spot at your side.Â
âIâm very worried, and I want to know why you felt like you couldnât tell me you werenât well,â Baran says, stroking your hair while you sip the water. âBut no, sweetheart. Iâm not mad. I have a feeling you thought you were protecting me.â She raises a knowing eyebrow.Â
You feel your cheeks heat guiltily. âYouâve just had so much going on this week,â you rasp, taking another sip of water. âI thought maybe it would just pass and you wouldnât have to deal with me. You shouldnât have to take care of me.âÂ
Baran looks at you for a long moment, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and affection. Then she shakes her head and murmurs something in Farsi that you donât understand, kissing both your cheeks.Â
âWhat?â you ask, looking up at her in confusion.Â
Baran rubs her thumb over your cheek, giving you a soft look. âI said, you are my life, darling, and you donât even realize it. Iâd do anything for you, azizam. Taking care of you isnât some burden you need to protect me from. Iâm your partner. I want to take care of you,â Baran says earnestly, holding your gaze so youâll read the honesty in her words.Â
Your eyes fill with tears again. â...Iâm sorry,â you mumble. You really donât know what else to say. Now that Baran is here, looking at you with nothing but love in her eyes, all your reasons for hiding this from her seem completely ridiculous.Â
âDooset daram,â Baran murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âI love you. No more sorries, joonam. We can talk more later. Right now, let me just focus on taking care of you.âÂ
She flips her hand over and presses the back of it to your forehead, frowning with concentration as she feels your temperature.Â
Your lips twitch. âIsnât the thermometer more accurate?âÂ
Baran gives you a quelling look. âThe thermometer is helpful medically. My hand is helpful as your girlfriend who wants to know how you really feel.âÂ
You decide not to argue with that logic, since youâve put her through enough already.Â
Baranâs hand moves to your wrist next and she looks at her watch, taking your pulse. She counts for a little while, then glances at the monitor. If her nod is any indication, she agrees with the pulse showing on screen. Your heart warms at her thoroughness.Â
âWhen did the symptoms start?â Baran asks, looking at you closely. You can tell sheâs watching to make sure you donât hide anything.Â
âFour days ago,â you answer honestly. âSore throat first, then congestion, then fever.âÂ
âAnd the dizziness? When did that start?âÂ
âStarted this morning,â you grimace. âWhen I got up.âÂ
Baran sighs, that concerned look back on her face. âHave you been eating, sweetheart? Drinking enough?âÂ
âItâs been hard with my throat,â you admit.Â
Baran lets out another long breath, leaning in to give you another kiss. âAlright. You need IV fluids and a strep test. And also a viral panel and some acetaminophen.âÂ
You nod, smiling a little. âThatâs what Dr. Mohan said.âÂ
âSheâs a good doctor,â Baran says. She runs a hand up and down your arm. âBut Iâll be keeping an eye on you. Youâre not leaving until my shift is over.âÂ
You make a face. âThatâs like five hours from now.âÂ
âMhm,â Baran hums, giving you a no-nonsense look. âJust enough time for you to get plenty of fluids and rest, and for me to drive you home.âÂ
You start to open your mouth to protest but Baran holds up a hand. âSweetheart. Donât argue. Youâre not going to win, and you already barely have a voice.âÂ
You snap your mouth shut.Â
Baran chuckles softly, bringing the blankets up to your shoulders and tucking you in. âJust rest, azizam,â she says warmly. âThatâs your only job right now, okay? I need to check in on some other patients, but Iâll make sure they get that IV started right away and Iâll be back as soon as I can. Just ask anyone for me if you need anything, alright?âÂ
You nod, your eyes already starting to feel heavy. Baran stands and watches you for a moment, looking reluctant to leave.Â
âYou can go,â you croak, your eyes already falling shut. âIâm fine, babe.âÂ
âYouâre not fine,â Baran murmurs, and you feel her lips press to your forehead. âBut Iâm here now.âÂ
You hold that comforting thought in your mind as you drift off to sleep.Â
Youâre woken a short time later by someone pushing back the curtain and entering your room.Â
âHi, Iâm Perlah,â says a petite woman you vaguely recognize, giving you a friendly smile. âIâll be your nurse for today. I need to get an IV started on you, okay?âÂ
âSure,â you croak, coughing a little and sitting up straight. âIâm a tough stick though.âÂ
Perlah grins at you like she appreciates the challenge. âIâve had a lot of practice.âÂ
True to her word, she gets your vein on the first try and inserts the IV. You can feel cool fluid running into your arm, which makes you shiver again. Perlah frowns at you.Â
âIâll get you a warm blanket,â she says, giving you a critical once-over. âAnd check on the orders for the acetaminophen, itâll help your fever.âÂ
âThank you,â you reply, sinking down into your pillows. Thereâs something so relieving about being somewhere where youâre not managing your illness on your own anymore. Everyone in the Pitt is taking such good care of you.Â
After Perlah leaves, it isnât long before Baran returns. She checks your IV site first, tilting your arm this way and that until she seems satisfied that itâs been inserted correctly. Then she goes over to the infusion pump and examines the settings, frowning slightly.Â
âAm I gonna live, doc?â you try to joke, although you cough right afterwards.Â
Baran turns to look at you, seeming to surface out of her medical musings. âJust checking that everythingâs correct,â Baran says mildly, sitting down at your bedside and feeling your forehead again. âCanât be too careful.âÂ
âPerlah knows what sheâs doing.âÂ
Baran gives a vague hum, then strokes some of your hair away from your eyes. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âMarginally better?â you offer, shrugging a shoulder.Â
Baran gives you a dubious look. âI donât believe you.âÂ
âWell then why did you ask?â you huff, crossing your arms. Youâre not actually mad at her, though, sheâs always like this when youâre sick. Overprotective and endlessly worried.Â
âMy apologies, azizam,â Baran murmurs and kisses your forehead. She fusses with your blankets, smoothing them out. âI just wish I could get you feeling better already.âÂ
âBeing here is helping a lot, actually.â
âBecause you shouldnât be alone when you have a fever this high,â Baran chides gently, her brown eyes soft as she gazes down at you. âYou must have been miserable, all alone in your apartment, feeling like this.âÂ
She looks genuinely pained by the thought, so you reach for her hand and squeeze gently. âIâm okay, babe. I survived,â you try to reassure her. âIâve taken care of myself alone before.âÂ
âWell that stops now,â Baran says, a hint of firmness creeping into her voice. She strokes your cheek, her fingers soft against your skin. âNo more hiding things, alright sweetheart? If you donât feel well â even if itâs something small â you tell me, right away.âÂ
You hesitate, looking up at her. â...Even with all your work stress?âÂ
âAbsolutely,â Baran confirms, nodding. âYou are my priority. Iâm never too tired to take care of you.âÂ
Your stomach does a funny little swoop. You already knew how much Baran cares about you, of course, but itâs another thing to have all that love and attention directed at you, and to see the fierceness in her eyes.Â
âDooset daram,â you say. You lift her hand and kiss the back of it.
âI love you too, eshgham. More than anything,â Baran smiles, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to both of your cheeks. She smells like her familiar combination of green tea and rosewater curl cream, and the scent makes you feel instantly comforted.Â
Perlah enters the room, carrying a small plastic cup with two pills in it and a blanket. âGot your meds,â she says, refilling your water cup and bringing it over to you. âBottoms up, please.âÂ
Baran watches eagle-eyed as you swallow the pills, then stares at Perlah as the nurse adjusts the settings on the IV pump.Â
Perlah turns to Baran, chuckling a little. âGeez, you got me feeling like Iâm back in nursing school. Think Iâll pass clinicals?âÂ
Baranâs cheeks flush and she drags a hand through her hair. âSorry, I donât mean to hover. Youâre doing great, Perlah, thank you.âÂ
You give Perlah a knowing look. âDonât take it personally. Sheâs overprotective,â you explain with a grin.Â
âItâs hard not to be when you show up at my ER unannounced, hypotensive and only half-concious,â Baran retorts, her voice dry.Â
You shrug, cough-laughing. âFair enough.âÂ
Perlah and Baran step away, and you return to resting. A little while later, Trinity Santos pops around the curtain. Sheâs carrying a cafeteria tray with several items on it.Â
âHey, I heard our favorite goddess of the donuts was here and not feeling too hot,â Trinity says, walking into the room. She pulls up the table next to your bed and sets the tray on it. âMohan says you need to eat, so I got you the good stuff. No tuna salad, and the chicken noodle soup, not the minestrone. I donât know whatâs in that minestrone but I can tell you it isnât good.âÂ
âThanks, Trin,â you smile, feeling touched. Even though Trinity would never outright admit she cares about you, gestures like this lets you know that she really does.Â
Trinity shrugs, eyeing you. âDonât mention it. Just get better, âkay? Youâre still super pale.âÂ
âIâve been told my blood pressure is low,â you say. You start to sort through the food, trying to figure out what will hurt least on your still-painful throat.Â
âIt is,â Trinity confirms, glancing up at the monitor. âYouâre a little tachy too. You need rest and fluids.âÂ
You hold up your arm with the IV in it. âWorking on it.âÂ
âGood,â Trinity nods. She watches you for a moment, then adds, âNeed anything?â Her tone is nonchalant but you know itâs a big deal for her to ask.Â
âIâm fine,â you smile, and gesture at the food. âThis is great. Thanks again.âÂ
Trinity heads out of the room, checking on you one last time before leaving. You stare at the food on the tray warily. You havenât had anything to eat for what must be almost a day now. Everything hurts too much to swallow, even broth, so you just gave up on trying.Â
You tentatively pick up a container of red jello and a spoon. It tastes good in your mouth, but the second you swallow, you immediately regret it. It feels like youâre swallowing knives, not soft goo. You cough afterwards and massage your throat, pushing the tray away. Yeah, food is definitely still a no.Â
You end up dozing off. Your headache is improving, but youâre still exhausted, so itâs not hard to fall asleep.Â
When you wake, Baran is at your side again. Sheâs holding your hand, looking down at you with a mixture of love and concern.Â
âHi, sleepyhead,â she smiles when you blink your eyes open. She cups your cheek fondly. âYou got a good nap in.âÂ
You rub your eyes and sit up a little, glancing at the wall clock. âHow long was I out?âÂ
âAbout an hour,â Baran says, tucking hair behind your ear. âThatâs good, you need the rest, azizam.âÂ
You nod, then cough and take a sip of water. Baran looks at the tray of food pointedly. âSweetheart. You havenât eaten anything,â she says carefully, raising her eyebrows.
You make a face, touching your throat. âIt hurts to eat.âÂ
She frowns, concern flashing in her dark eyes. âEven the jello?âÂ
You nod unhappily.Â
Baran sighs, but she sounds more worried than exasperated. She smooths your hair again. âEshgham, if you have a sore throat so bad that you canât eat, that is a big deal. That means you tell me or you go to the doctor right away, not in a day or two. Yes?âÂ
âGot it,â you croak, wincing slightly.Â
âAlright.â Baran kisses the top of your head and stands. âIâm going to do your strep test and Iâll prescribe you something for your throat. Be right back, sweetheart.âÂ
The strep test is deeply unpleasant but Baran is quick about it, thankfully. After she swabs your throat, she hands you a cup filled with clear syrup and a small pink basin.Â
âSwish this around in your mouth and gargle,â she instructs, taking off her gloves. âItâll numb your throat to help with the pain. Hopefully weâll be able to get some food in you afterward.âÂ
You look at the cup warily. âOr I could justâŚnot eat?âÂ
Baran gives you a firm look. âAzizam.âÂ
âFine,â you sigh, taking the medicine and the basin. The syrup tastes awful and has a strange numbing effect, but you have to admit that your throat immediately feels better as soon as you spit it out.Â
âBetter?â Baran asks, taking the cup and basin from you and setting them aside.Â
âMuch,â you admit.Â
âGood,â Baran says, then peers at the rapid test on the counter. âWell, you definitely have strep, sweetheart,â she sighs. âItâs already positive. No wonder youâve been in so much pain, poor thing.âÂ
Itâs just then that Dr. Mohan enters the room again. âStrep was positive?â she asks, coming over to Baranâs side.Â
Baran nods, showing her the test.Â
âWell you also tested positive for influenza A,â Dr. Mohan says, turning and giving you a sympathetic look. âI was just coming in to tell you the results. Thatâs a miserable combination.âÂ
Baran looks up sharply at the news. âSheâll need to start oseltamivir phosphate,â she tells Dr. Mohan, who nods in agreement.Â
âAlready put in the order. The pharmacy should have it ready soon.âÂ
âThank you, Samira,â Baran says, her shoulders dropping an inch with relief.Â
Samira puts a friendly hand on her shoulder. âOf course, Dr. Al. I told you Iâd take good care of her. Let me go put in an order for amoxicillin as well.â She ducks out of the room. Â
Baran gives her a grateful smile and returns to your bedside. âAzizam, weâre going to start you on Tamiflu and an antibiotic,â she explains, holding your hand. âHopefully both will have you feeling better in a few days.âÂ
âA few days?â you groan, slumping a little. âI was hoping this would be a quick fix.âÂ
âI know, sweetheart,â Baran hums. She gives you a small, sad smile. âIf I could fix it right away, I would, I promise.âÂ
âI know you would,â you say with a sigh and a cough, squeezing her hand. âSorry I got so sick.âÂ
âShh, no.â Baran shakes her head. âYou donât apologize for being unwell, not with me. The only thing you need to do is let me take care of you.âÂ
Your chest fills with warmth. You look up at her, your eyes going a little watery. âYou really are the best, you know that?âÂ
Baran grins and kisses your cheek. âGlad you think so, eshgham.âÂ
You know youâre in for a few more days of misery. But as long as you have Baran taking care of you, youâll definitely be just fine.Â
Tags: nurse!reader, injured baran, mentions of blood scalpels and cutting, stitches, medical inaccuracies, ogilvie mentions (unfortunately), protective!reader, bit of flirting, reader is whipped, no use of yn
Summary: Ogilvie has a field day with a scalpel. Baran reaps the consequences, and youâyou find your hands damp with her blood.
Word count: 1.8k
You're used to strange sights in the ED. Foreign bodies of all kinds, sticking out from all sorts of places; oozing fluids; questionable objects sticking in; experiments and extreme stupidity and fits of rage and everything in between. After years of working in emergency medicine, hardly any of it phases you. You're, put simply, quite desensitized to all of it.Â
Still, the last thing you would've ever expected to see is the chief of PTMCâneat, controlled, perpetually unruffled Baran Al-Hashimiâhunched in front of the sink, lips pursed, holding a paper towel to her heavily bleeding forearm.
"Woah!" Your voice echoes against the bathroom tiles, as sharp as your surprise.Â
Baran startles. She blinks as you make your way over to her, willingly giving you her arm before you even realize you're taking it. You're no stranger to blood or gore, but you still wince at the soaked paper towel she's holding down, nearly translucent with red. "Jesus. What the hell?"
You realize in hindsight you were not the most articulate.
Baran's exhale is just the slightest bit shaky. She swallows, letting go of the tissue when you nudge her hand away. "Ogilvie wasâŚa little bit too enthusiastic with the scalpel."
You still. "What?"
"It's nothing." She hurries to say. "An accident, he wasn't looking."
"Well, he fucking should be. Does he think that shit is made of plastic?" You say tightly, your voice slipping louder than it should. Too harsh, all at her, and she's hardly the source of your frustration.Â
Get it together.Â
You swallow against the flare of anger, fingers careful as you peel away the blood-soaked tissue from her arm. Your stomach drops at the depth of the cut.Â
"Jesus Christ."
"It's really fine." Baran says weakly. She goes silent at the look you give her, more of a glare than you can help.
"This needs stitches, Baran."
It's still weeping. The blood runs down her forearm, soaks the bunched sleeve of her jacket. Her pristine, spotless jacket, as clean as it would be if she plucked it straight from its 130 dollar rack. Her eyes flitter down to it. She doesn't push back; her lips thin, throat bobbing with a swallow you feel in your gut.
Fucking med students.
The cut is a few centimeters long, maybe an inch. Its edges are smooth, her skin flayed open like butter. "Was it contaminated?" You ask.
"No." She lets out a breath. "He hadn't started cutting yet."
Your jaw sets. You toss the bloodied tissue, rip out a fresh one, and hold it to the cut. The red bleeds through instantly, a violent, blossoming flower. You don't miss Baran's wince from the corner of your eye.
You force in a slow breath to calm the churning in your gut. When you speak, your voice is softer. "Come on. South 21 is empty."
Baran hesitates. She smooths down the short hairs at her templeâa tick, you've realized. "A patient could need it more than I do." She says sensibly.
A huffed breath escapes you, a humorless laugh collapsing halfway through. "Sorry, Doc, but you are a patient now." She frowns at you for that, nudges your hand away and takes over holding the paper towel. You gently grip her elbow. "Hey, c'mon. You know me. How long's it gonna take for me to fix you up?"
Her eyes weigh heavy on your face. They're flat under the fluorescent lights but nowhere near less alluring, a warm vortex of deep brown. "What about your patients?" She murmurs.
"All stable. 21 just got discharged." You say. Your eyes drop to her forearm, the blood now slow going beneath the tissue. Your fingers tighten around her elbow, skipping on the silky nylon of her jacket. You're about to say please when Baran inhales and nods, finally, muttering an okay that loosens the knot in your chest.
You know you shouldn't, but you still keep your hold on her elbow as you walk out of the bathroom. She's lost a fair bit of blood, you tell yourself. Just until you get to the gurney, which isn't far, just a few steps before you reach the curtain and pull it back, letting her in. She settles at the very edge of the bed and looks up at you with a small, faintly amused smile.
"I'm fine," she says softly.
You gnaw on the inside of your cheek, silently cursing. You've always been told you have a terrible poker face. Every annoyance, every worryâit all shows, whether you want it to or not.
You don't even want to imagine what your face looks like right now.
"I know you are." Your voice is falsely nonchalant. You shove your hands into your pockets. "I'll be right back. Stay put," you tell her. "I mean it."
Baran's lips twitch. "I'm not going anywhere."
Your throat is dry when you swallow. You nod once and turn on your heel, the heat of her gaze following you out.
Dana finds you as you're gathering your supplies. Sometimes you think she's got a tracker on you. On everyone, really.
"Hey," she says, fingers tapping against her tablet. "What's the news on your pneumonia patient?"
"Discharged with antibiotics." You reply. "But the room's occupied."
Dana frowns. "By who?"
"Al-Hashimi." You say. The rush of anger swells up again, a tight ball clogging your throat. "That Ogil-fucker took a stab at her with a scalpel."
"He what?"
"I don't know the details, but she needs stitches. It's small, maybe 4 or 5. Fucker's lucky he didn't nick an artery."Â
"Jesus." She mutters.Â
"Yeah." You double check your supplies, then look back at her. "If you find him, kill him for me."
Dana's mouth twitches. She leans back against the wall, a smugness overtaking her features. "Your girl wouldn't like that, now would she?" She chides, patting your shoulder. "Go."
"My whaâ?" You splutter, nearly dropping the kits in your hands. "Dana. She'sâshe's not myâ"Â Your girl.
Your mouth dries.
Dana grins at you. "Yeah, right. Go be a knight in shining armor."
"You're not drunk, are you?" You finally fumble out.
"Oh, you wish, honey. I see everything in this ED." She winks, and sends you reeling. "C'mon now, she's waitin'."
-
She's stripped off her jacket. It's folded somewhat haphazardly at the foot of the bed, one sleeve hanging off the edge. The effort sparks a ridiculous warmth in your chest.Â
The effort, you remind yourself. Not the long lengths of her skin suddenly on display.
You clear your throat, dispelling the roughness from your voice. "Has the bleeding stopped?" You ask as you arrange your supplies.Â
"Mhm." Baran hums. Her composure is both admiral and baffling. Not out of character for her, certainly, you justâŚJesus, you can never imagine being like that. She's a saint.
You settle on the stool next to her. She shuffles closer to the edge of the gurney and sets her arm down for you, a perfectly model patient. She stays that way as you clean out the cut and sanitize the skin around it, not a hair moving out of place, not even when you flush the cut with saline. Admittedly, it looks a lot less dramatic without all the blood.
You still curse out Ogilvie in your head.Â
"So," you twist a little on your stool as you look up at her, waiting for the anesthetic to set in. "Ever been on the receiving end of this before?"
"Never."
"Well, shit."
Baran smiles reassuringly. "I trust I'm in good hands."
Heat flames under your skin. You try your best not to fiddle with your gloved hands, gnawing instead on the inside of your cheek to tamp down on a smile. "Appreciate that, Doc. Pray I don't scar you."
"I'm aware of your skills." She says, as ever damningly earnest. "Why do you downplay them?"
You flash her a smile. "It's a coping mechanism."
"Are you nervous?" She frowns.
"That's not the word for it." You murmur, dropping your eyes and gently feeling along the cut. "Feel that?"
"No."Â
You grab your needle holder and forceps, force in a deep breath, and pinch the edge of the cut. Baran doesn't flinch.
"For the record," her voice is quiet, "I trust you completely."
You trust yourself, too. It's just. It's her.Â
So maybe you don't, really.
"Thanks, Dr. Al." You say, just as soft. You get one stitch down in no time. It's ugly against her warm skin, a dark intrusion amongst sweet brown and the dots of freckles. God, she has so many of them. In the dip of her elbow, on the base of her thumb, the middle of her wrist, everywhere in between. You'd gotten a good look at the ones dusted on her chest, just above the V slit of her scrub topâtoo good a look, far too many good looksâbut it just. It makes your heart irrationally soft to see all the rest. You finish up another stitch, still deep in thought when her voice pierces through.
"You know, I didn't realize I had to be a bleeding mess for you to call me by my name."
What? Is your first thought. Your second is, this needs stitches, Baran.
Of fucking course she caught that.
You pause as you look up at her, forcing ignorance. "I do call you by your name."
She gives you a little smile. You don't miss the tightness in it; it echoes in your chest, a squeezing fist around your heart.Â
Jesus, just stop being such a coward.
"So," you look back downâBaran, call her Baran againâ"how the hell'd this happen?"
Baran.
"The patient had an abscess, it was a simple enough procedure for him to try. I just startled him. He hadn't even started cutting yet."
Yeah, you doubt it was this simple.
Your lips purse. "He needs to be more aware of his surroundings. He forgets he's not the only one in the room."
"Come on," Baran's endlessly gentle. "Don't you remember what it was like to be this eager?"
"No," you say flatly.
"I do." Her voice is soft. You still again, looking up to catch her eyes. Beautiful, you think, far from the first time. "I don't approve of his attitude, but I can understand his hunger. Too well, actually."
She looks back down, suddenly shrinking back like she's said too much. You hit this wall with her sometimes. You've never tried pushing past it.
You drop your eyes, too.
"I'd hardly think you were ever as callous as he is."
Baran inhales. "He could work on his bedside manner, yes."
"Not just bedside." You mutter. You have to force your hands still when you hear her laugh, a low, genuine thing.
You can still hear it in her voice when she says, a little teasing, "You're a strict judge, Y/N."
Well, when they hurt my girl.
You shove that thought down and clear your throat, tying off another stitch.Â
Damn you, Dana.
"I think you might be a far too lenient one, Dr. Al-Hashimi."
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imagine being passed around between cassie, baran and samira. the three of them needing to release some tension and youâre perfect for the job.
the four of you are at samiraâs house. youâre sitting on baranâs lap on the couch while mohan kisses you on your lap and cassie gropes your body nonstop.
they really wanna deny you and use you to pleasure them at first but you just look so pretty and cute and dumb they forget about their needs and take turns on making you cum
believe me or not samira is the meanest one, she will edge you at least 3 times before letting you cum which obviously annoys mcshimi cause they wanna taste your pussy too. sheâll slap your face if you keep looking away. your jaw will be bruised by the time she finishes. âitâs my house soâ
baran is the most gentle. sheâll kiss your cheeks and forehead whilst pushing 2 fingers inside you and praising the shit out of you. but donât be surprised when she doesnât stop at the first orgasm. âisnât she such a good girl?â
and cassie is⌠cassie. she praises and degrades at the same time. and OF COURSE she has the strap making the girls jealous as fuck. sheâll fuck you mating press so hard and deep but rubbing your sides and belly with her soft hands you get empty headed. ânow, this is how you fuck herâ
aftercare? they got you!! anything you need! samira is rushing to the kitchen to get you water and snacks. cassie is cleaning you up with a damp cloth. baran letâs you rest your head on her chest as you catch your breath again.
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dating samira mohan and being completely satisfied in your relationship, but the two of you are greedy enough to take home your new attending some nights, tooâŚ
NSFW! mdni. threesomes, fingering, thigh riding. a drabble that got way too long. fem!reader.
everyone knows youâre together. you and samira are the office romance that javadi gossips about on her tiktok page, and the couple everyone at the pitt is waiting to see handing out wedding invitations. you are the couple that has withstood the trials of the department hand in hand, and you have earned yourselves a reputation.
dr al-hashimi sees it as unprofessional at first. she urges you to keep your personal lives private, because the emergency department is no place for an office romance. she tells you that there is no time for handholding, no place for your suspicious little trips to the supply closets together or your lunches in the break room. and you concede, for the most part â the two of you try to be more subtle.
only then does baran ask the two of you out for drinks.
you donât know whether to accept or not at first. you and samira have been beyond annoyed by baranâs constant insistence that the two of you keep quiet about your relationship, or at least that you be less conspicuous. you imagine that drinks might turn into another attempt at one of those warnings, or a way to break the news of some blow to one of your careers.
something pulls you to accept, though. you have to, just to see what she wants. because despite everything, or perhaps because of it, you feel pulled to her.
you donât bring it up to samira right away. you have never talked about polyamory before, itâs never been something on your radar because there has never been anyone else on your radar. you have been happy in your relationship and you wouldnât break up with samira for anyone or anything â even baran, who you meet at the bar with your girlfriend that night and have to pretend youâre not attracted to, and that your gaze isnât constantly dipping down to the sharp neckline of baranâs black dress.
samira notices. youâre not as subtle as you think you are, especially after a drink. she pulls you into the bathroom and asks you what the fuck youâre doing, why youâre eyeing your boss like that â and then she asks if you would be mad if she told you sheâs been doing the same all night.
you go back out into the bar. you are more united now, youâre on the same page, and baran can tell. she sets the direction for where things are headed, but she lets the two of you determine how far it goes.
she doesnât expect you to take her home that night. she had hoped for it, but she thought that samira specifically would consider it too bold and quickly paced of a move â apparently she takes more risks when she is with you.
baran is softer with you than samira is. there is a hunger that you always feel so potently with samira, in the roughness she grabs and pulls you to her with and the firmness of her hands on your body. but with baran, it is different â you are held lightly enough that you lean into every point of contact like you need her hands on you in order to keep breathing. and you never beg for samira but for baran you start, because you think you might scream if she keeps reaching her hand between your thighs only to ghost just barely over you while samira stands behind you against the wall and sucks marks onto your neck.
âyou can be patient,â baran tells you. itâs an order, one you would open your mouth to protest if not for the way she drags her fingers to your clit and presses them against it gently, enough to make your breath catch. âlet me take my time with you,â she continues, and then dips a finger into you.
itâs samira who asks later if baran wants to fuck you with the strap-on. you both expect her to say yes, but she doesnât â she says she wants to feel you come on her fingers, the way your walls tighten around her, and if you want to ride something then you can ride her thigh so she can feel the way you soak it. that is what you agree on, because samira wants make herself come with a vibrator in her hand while she watches you get fucked by her boss right next to her.
baran makes you wait to come until samira does. despite all of your moaning and begging, she stays firm in her resolve, flexing the muscles of her leg suddenly to make you gasp. she reminds you that right now youâre meant to be seen, that you need to be good and have some self control, which she already knows that you lack.
you want to tell her that maybe she is the one lacking self control, considering sheâs gotten herself into bed with two of her coworkers, but you donât think that would get you anywhere.
dating samira mohan and being completely satisfied in your relationship, but the two of you are greedy enough to take home your new attending some nights, tooâŚ
NSFW! mdni. threesomes, fingering, thigh riding. a drabble that got way too long. fem!reader.
everyone knows youâre together. you and samira are the office romance that javadi gossips about on her tiktok page, and the couple everyone at the pitt is waiting to see handing out wedding invitations. you are the couple that has withstood the trials of the department hand in hand, and you have earned yourselves a reputation.
dr al-hashimi sees it as unprofessional at first. she urges you to keep your personal lives private, because the emergency department is no place for an office romance. she tells you that there is no time for handholding, no place for your suspicious little trips to the supply closets together or your lunches in the break room. and you concede, for the most part â the two of you try to be more subtle.
only then does baran ask the two of you out for drinks.
you donât know whether to accept or not at first. you and samira have been beyond annoyed by baranâs constant insistence that the two of you keep quiet about your relationship, or at least that you be less conspicuous. you imagine that drinks might turn into another attempt at one of those warnings, or a way to break the news of some blow to one of your careers.
something pulls you to accept, though. you have to, just to see what she wants. because despite everything, or perhaps because of it, you feel pulled to her.
you donât bring it up to samira right away. you have never talked about polyamory before, itâs never been something on your radar because there has never been anyone else on your radar. you have been happy in your relationship and you wouldnât break up with samira for anyone or anything â even baran, who you meet at the bar with your girlfriend that night and have to pretend youâre not attracted to, and that your gaze isnât constantly dipping down to the sharp neckline of baranâs black dress.
samira notices. youâre not as subtle as you think you are, especially after a drink. she pulls you into the bathroom and asks you what the fuck youâre doing, why youâre eyeing your boss like that â and then she asks if you would be mad if she told you sheâs been doing the same all night.
you go back out into the bar. you are more united now, youâre on the same page, and baran can tell. she sets the direction for where things are headed, but she lets the two of you determine how far it goes.
she doesnât expect you to take her home that night. she had hoped for it, but she thought that samira specifically would consider it too bold and quickly paced of a move â apparently she takes more risks when she is with you.
baran is softer with you than samira is. there is a hunger that you always feel so potently with samira, in the roughness she grabs and pulls you to her with and the firmness of her hands on your body. but with baran, it is different â you are held lightly enough that you lean into every point of contact like you need her hands on you in order to keep breathing. and you never beg for samira but for baran you start, because you think you might scream if she keeps reaching her hand between your thighs only to ghost just barely over you while samira stands behind you against the wall and sucks marks onto your neck.
âyou can be patient,â baran tells you. itâs an order, one you would open your mouth to protest if not for the way she drags her fingers to your clit and presses them against it gently, enough to make your breath catch. âlet me take my time with you,â she continues, and then dips a finger into you.
itâs samira who asks later if baran wants to fuck you with the strap-on. you both expect her to say yes, but she doesnât â she says she wants to feel you come on her fingers, the way your walls tighten around her, and if you want to ride something then you can ride her thigh so she can feel the way you soak it. that is what you agree on, because samira wants make herself come with a vibrator in her hand while she watches you get fucked by her boss right next to her.
baran makes you wait to come until samira does. despite all of your moaning and begging, she stays firm in her resolve, flexing the muscles of her leg suddenly to make you gasp. she reminds you that right now youâre meant to be seen, that you need to be good and have some self control, which she already knows that you lack.
you want to tell her that maybe she is the one lacking self control, considering sheâs gotten herself into bed with two of her coworkers, but you donât think that would get you anywhere.