A mess

At some point during the night, she must’ve pulled you closer.

You don’t remember when. You just remember the feeling of it—safe, grounding, easy.

It’s the first time you’ve stayed over. The first time sleep didn’t feel like something you had to fight for.

And now…

You wake up slowly, blinking against the early morning light slipping through the blinds.

For a second, you forget where you are.

Then you feel her.

The steady rise and fall of her chest. The warmth pressed along your back. The quiet, almost imperceptible brush of her breath against your shoulder.

You don’t move right away.

Instead, you just… exist there.

Listening.

Feeling.

Letting it settle in your chest that this is real.

Carefully, so you don’t wake her, you shift just enough to look at her.

Trinity is still asleep.

It’s strange seeing her like this. You’re so used to her being sharp, alert, always moving—always ready. But like this, she’s softer. Her brow isn’t furrowed, her jaw isn’t set. Her hair is a little messy, falling across her forehead, and her lips are parted just slightly as she breathes.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

It’s small at first. Then it grows.

Because she looks… peaceful.

And something about that makes your chest ache in the best way.

You lift your hand slowly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. Your fingers linger just for a second, tracing lightly along her temple, like you’re memorizing her.

She stirs a little—but doesn’t wake.

You hesitate.

Then lean in.

The kiss is soft. Barely there. Just a gentle press of your lips against hers, like testing the moment instead of taking it.

For a second, nothing happens.

Then—

She moves.

It’s subtle at first, a quiet inhale, her hand tightening slightly where it rests on your waist. And then she’s there—meeting you halfway, kissing you back, slow and warm and still half-asleep.

Your breath catches.

When you pull back just enough to look at her, her eyes are barely open, heavy with sleep but focused on you.

“…morning,” she murmurs, her voice rough and low.

You smile, your thumb brushing lightly along her cheek. “Morning.”

She studies you for a second like she’s making sure this is real.

Then her expression softens in a way you don’t think anyone else gets to see.

“You’re still here,” she says quietly.

There’s something vulnerable in it. Something small.

You don’t joke. You don’t deflect.

You just nod. “Yeah.”

Her hand slides up from your waist to your back, pulling you a little closer without urgency—just enough.

“Good,” she whispers.

And this time when she kisses you, it’s a little more awake, a little more certain—but still gentle. Still soft.

Still just… this.

No rush. No pressure. No noise.

Just the quiet of morning, shared between you.

Just as she's about to pull away and tell you about her surprise guest, she feels you tense up. A sharp gasp escapes your lips when you open your eyes to see a man standing in the doorway, and you instinctively hide behind Trinity, cheeks burning in embarrassment because you're wearing one of Trinity's old shirts and your underwear.

"Sorry, hi, I'm Dennis," the man says, raising his hand awkwardly, accidentally flinging off his ID badge in the process. "I work with Trinity at PTMC. I promise I'm not some random man."

Trinity gives you an apologetic look as you scurry back to the bedroom, arms holding down the back of your shirt so no one can see your underwear. Her head drops back in frustration, and she lets out a heavy sigh as she runs a hand through her silky hair.

"Nice one, farm boy," she says, despite it being totally her fault.

"Sorry. I mean, you did tell them I was staying, right?"

Trinity doesn't answer that.

"Come on, I'll show you to your room."

Trinity opens the bedroom door, tossing her bag and jacket on the floor before crawling on the bed and over to you.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Trinity whispers, lips pecking your cheek over and over while she cups your other cheek. "I totally forgot to text you about it. It's just been such a bizarre first day. Didn't mean to embarrass you like that."

"Wanna talk about it?" you ask, running your fingers through her hair and scratching her scalp.

Trinity sighs and shakes her head. "Maybe later. Right now, I just wanna make it up to you."

You have to bite your lip hard to conceal your moans as Trinity sloppily eats you out. Her tongue swipes against your clit, flicking it over and over until your hips involuntarily lift into the air. When a low moan slips past your lips, you automatically look toward the door.

"Was so dumb of me not to text you."

Trinity gives your clit a sloppy kiss.

"But he started thanking me over and over and wouldn't shut up til I got to my car."

Trinity drags her tongue up your pussy, making your toes curl. It's getting increasingly harder to hide your moans.

"I'm sorry."

She shoves her tongue inside your hole, gulping down your juices. She makes out with your hole, hands sliding up to your chest, where her fingers tweak your nipples.

Gulping, you reach down to fist her hair, eyes rolling to the back of your head when she starts sucking on your clit again.

"Trin..." you moan out her name, trapping her head between your hickey covered thighs.

"So sorry," she mumbles slowly. She's completely drunk on you. All she needed after her first shift from hell was to come home to you. You're making it all better just by letting her eat you out.

✷ once trinity noticed that literally any gesture could make you shy… look or joke, she knew she had to take full advantage of it.

✷ she would constantly "accidentally" touch your lower back when she passed by, which would make you freeze for a few seconds.

✷ trinity absolutely adores the way your cheeks and chest blush when you're shy! she often compliments you in front of other people, calling you her wife or mama and then kisses your cheek, feeling how hot your skin is.

✷ your picture is the wallpaper on her phone, and even months later, you still smile silly every time you see it.

✷ even though trinity often picks on you about your shyness, she would never do anything that would humiliate you or make you feel uncomfortable, and she wouldn't let anyone else do it either. guard dog!

✷ she was the most tender girl during your first time, gently rubbing your thigh and begging you to open up for her while you covered your bare breasts with your hands, blushing and shy.

✷ she worships your body like no one else! she literally kisses every inch of your skin, from your toes to the top of your head, and she'll do it a thousand more times!

✷ praise kink… no matter what you did, squirming from her tongue or trying to get used to the size of her strap, she showered you with praise, telling you how well you were doing.

✷ trinity also always praises you at work. come to her and tell her about what you did in the OR. she'll kiss the top of your head and tell you how proud she is of you.

✷ she'll never admit it, but she herself is shy when she sees that even after a long relationship, every action of hers evokes such a reaction in you.

✷ trinity always shops at the checkout while you're bagging everything because she knows you're uncomfortable.

✷ squeeze her hand three times, and she'll immediately know you need to leave or want to tell her something privately.

✷ she always orders for you at restaurants, asking "is that correct, babe?" at the end, which makes you blush.