asteria:3

I see Dr Abbot smelling very clean. He wears a cologne his wife used to love on him, and it is the only thing he will ever wear. His typical scent when you first walk in is the cologne with a light smell of aftershave. He almost smells sterile, like he’s trying to match the hospital vibe. The top notes are the Bergamot and Pine, but as the day passes you get the musky, woody scents.

I don’t see him wearing any cologne if i’m honest. I think he doesn’t really care enough to wear cologne to work, but maybe he’ll wear some to a dinner or event. Generally, he rawdogs the male scent. I lowk meant to put natural must instead of black musk so ignore that. I don’t think he smells bad, I just think he smells naturally masculine.

He’s a clean guy for sure. His hair smells clean, his body smells clean, he’s very clean. I think he smells very citrusy, but not in an overwhelming way. Hospitals don’t allow people who interact with patients to wear overwhelming scents for countless reasons, so he sticks to something subtle. But if you walk by him, you’ll get a nice wave of lemony smell. Top and base notes are lemon, along with the minty smell. Other base notes include the musk and sage, which you will smell more as the shift progresses.

He’s a farm boy, so he will smell faintly like he’s been at work, but not in a bad way. He smells faintly of hay and wood, but he covers it with a cologne Amy gave him while she was pregnant. He wears it to work because he figured if she could handle it while pregnant, patients would be able to handle it. He generally smells a mix of woody and citrusy, the woody smell comes from the hay and wood of the farm, which are his base notes. The Bergamot and Lemon Zest is something you smell from the start of the day to a few hours, and as the day goes you smell the rest.

You were the young and spunky R3 of the night shift. You were also interchangeable to day shift if someone called out, but more times than not you worked nights. You had that energy in you that not a lot of people in your position had. Maybe Shen was the only one that had the spunk you did, which is what made you two such good friends. You and him had always gotten along, but it all started with your shared love for dunkin iced coffee. On your first day at PTMC, all those years ago, you came in with an Iced Mocha latte in a Dunkin Donuts cup, and Shen commented on your taste. The two of you had been as thick as thieves since.

A lot of people saw your energy as unusual, considering most third year residents were stressed about their fellowships or next steps. You wanted to stick around Emergency Medicine for the most part, but you weren’t opposed to snagging a trauma fellowship with Garcia and her squad. You thought that you worked well in traumas, and that getting surgical experience would be a good next step. But you had it pretty laid out for you, so you weren’t too stressed.

You woke up that afternoon at 3pm, your typical time for a day of work. You checked your phone, seeing a bunch of missed texts from the night shift group chat that you had to catch up on. But first, you decided to get ready for work. Being an ER doctor wasn’t a pretty job, which was great because that meant you didn’t have to look pretty for it. You just had to look presentable enough that patients won’t give you a hard time for looking too messy. The ER doctor aesthetic was simple: scrubs, underscrubs, hair away from your face, and maybe a little concealer under your eyes to look slightly more alive, but that was on a good day. On a day like today, you did the bare minimum. You showered, put your hair up, and checked your texts.

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abbot: Rise and Shine, night walkers!

dunkin diva: shut up i just woke up 😞

sleepy head: What could you possibly want at this hour, Abbot?

abbot: I have an announcement, Dr Ellis. Forwarded: Attention all R3s and up, we have a hospital charity dinner this weekend! On saturday, at 7pm, we will be meeting at ********** for a formal dinner. There will be speakers, free food and drinks.

you: oh hell no

sleepy head: oh hell no x2

you: i hate formal events 😭

abbot: Too bad, you’re an R3, you have to go.

you: i don’t like you.

abbot: Sure you don’t 😂

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You sighed deeply as you pulled your shirt over your head. You did hate formal events, because you weren’t the most formal person. You hated dresses, you hated socializing with people, especially rich donors who think they know so much about medicine. Most nights you didn’t have the patience and ended up leaving once you’ve had enough food and drinks for your liking (because who could resist free food and drinks).

you got a text from Shen as you were putting up your hair

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dunkin diva: feeling nice, i’ll pay for your dunkin today.

you: okay?? I won't say no to free dunkin. thank youuuu 😛

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You grabbed your bag from your room, made a quick dinner of chicken and rice before heading off to work. It wasn’t anything fancy, but you needed the fuel for the long night. You grabbed your car keys from your coffee table, and started to drive to work. The traffic was always busy at this time, rush hour and such. It always took longer than it should’ve to get to work, considering you lived a 10 minute car ride away. You arrived at work half an hour early, not even listening to anyone until you were in your scrubs. You had the machine give you a fresh pair, and you changed into them. You clipped your hair back, tucking the front strands away from your face, and put you belongings in type locker.

“Good evening! you’re the first one in of your crew.” Dana greeted you, and you went to give her a hug.

“Hi Dana.”

“Hi Honey.” She patted your back.

“So, what do we have upon us tonight?”

“For you, my dear, I have…25 year old male right lower quadrant pain, CT scan negative for appendicitis, history of kidney stones, could be passing one. 60 year old male, COPD exacerbation, we have a patient in behavioral, 19 year old female, suicide attempt with opioids, waiting for tox screen and a psych bed, brought back with Naloxone. And a 3 year old awaiting a respiratory panel for SOB and hypoxia. He’s on a cannula, sats at mid to high 90s, and had to give him a neb.”

“Sounds good to me.” You nodded, checking the cases and logging them on your ipad. You then heard the rest of your crew start to pile in.

“Delivery for a dunkin addict?” Shen said behind you, holding out your drink.

“You’re one to talk, John.”

“Guilty as charged, take it.” He shook it, and you grabbed it. “What do you say?”

“Thank you John!” You thanked him.

“And?” He walked to his locker

“You’re the best!” You yelled from afar.

“I know!” You rolled your eyes. You walked around the ER, saying goodbyes to your day shift friends.

“Trin, are you going to the charity dinner?” You stopped by where Dr Santos was.

“No, remember it’s only for R3s and up?” She reminded you and you sighed at yourself.

“Right.”

“Personally, I don’t envy you.” She turned to face you.

“Of course you don’t. But, do you think you could help me get ready, and maybe lend me a dress?”

“That I can do.” She leaned back in her rolling chair, studying you. “Swing by my place before the event and I'll get you looking so sexy for all of those donors.”

“Yes because it is the donors I want to look good for.”

“Hey, anything for money.” She turned to face her computer screen. “Seriously though, I’ll help you out.”

“I appreciate you, Trin.”

“Love you too.” She waved you off as you went to go see your first patient. You scrolled through the chart, looking for the COPD patient. You saw his placement, and walked there.

“Hi, Mr…Miller?”

“James, yes.”

“Hi, I’m one of the night doctors, I'll be taking care of you tonight.” You put on some sanitizer and cleaned your hands. “Why don’t you tell me about what had you brought in?”

“Yes, I was helping my son fix something and got very short of breath. I tried my meds, but they didn’t help very much, so my son called 911.”

“Okay, and you have COPD, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, well how are you feeling now?” You asked, standing up to examine him.

“Much better, the medication the other doctors gave me helped.” He explained, and you took out your stethoscope. You listened to his lungs, hearing the typical crackles for COPD, but they didn’t sound awful.

“You sound better from what I saw in the notes. You seem to be doing pretty good in terms of oxygen, so let’s try to remove that mask and see how you do, and if your airway keeps up, we can get you home.” You explained, and he nodded.

“Sounds good, thank you doctor.”

“Anytime.” You slipped off your gloves, and threw them out. You then went to your next patient, the little kid. Before you went in, you checked his labs. Nothing was back, but you figured you’d introduce yourself. You walked to central 10, and knocked gently on the door.

“Hi, is this…Jacob?” You peeked in, and the woman next to the kid nodded.

“Yes, I’m his mom, Cynthia.”

“Hi Cynthia, I’m the doctor trading off for Dr King tonight. I read his chart, but I always like a fresh perspective, so why don’t you tell me what brings him in today?”

“Yeah, so uh, the nurse called me at daycare. She said he was having a hard time breathing, and that his lungs sounded not great, and so I went and picked him up and took him here.”

“Okay, had he shown any symptoms prior to that?” You sat down next to herZ

“Just a runny nose and a slight cough, nothing serious. I took him to his GP the other day and he said it was a cold.”

“Okay, but whatever it is now, it’s causing him real lung distress, and I want to figure out what it is. So, did Dr King mention anything called RSV?”

“No…” She shook her head.

“Okay, so RSV is a virus that’s unfortunately very prevalent in his age group, and can cause severe symptoms. RSV would show on a swab, so when that comes back, i’ll see. But for now, I want to give him a quick exam, and I’ll return when I get bloodwork and swabs back.” You went to go examine, still hearing some slight wheezing, but not too much. You heard some rales along the bottom of his lungs, which all added up with RSV.

“So, his lungs still don’t sound ideal, especially since he’s on oxygen. His levels are fine, but we’d prefer to see them above 95. I think he’d benefit from another breathing treatment besides the albuterol to help open up his lungs more. Would you be open to that?” You asked her.

“Yeah, sure. If it’ll make him feel better.”

“Okay, I’ll be back. Hang in there.” You removed your gloves, and off to the next. Next your pain patient.

“Hi, is this Mr Parker?” You asked the man in the room, who was curled up in pain.

“Yes…I'm Jason.” The man grimaced.

“Hi Jason, I'm sorry you’re in so much pain.” You walked over to him, sitting next to him. You checked the meds they were giving him. Tylenol only?

“What’s bringing you in today? I read in your chart.”

“I think I’m passing a kidney stone.” He groaned, clutching his side.

“It says here you have a history of kidney stones, do they happen a lot?” You asked.

“This is probably my fourth, why?”

“It’s just not typical in someone so young. But first, let’s manage your pain.” You went to examine him, he was definitely tender around where his kidneys were. You did the test to check it, and he was positive.

“Yeah, I saw your ultrasound, I saw a 3 millimeter stone and a 0.7 millimeter. So, they’re not big enough that we need to break them up, but it’s definitely why you’re in pain. Unfortunately the best thing for you is to pass it.”

“Yeah, I gathered. Fuck, it hurts!”

“Yeah, i’m sorry. I’m gonna get you some more pain meds for now, and let’s see if we can reduce your pain to where it’s tolerable. Where would you say it is now?”

“Like-ah-an eight?”

“The tylenol didn’t help?”

“Not really.”

“Yeah, with that type of pain it usually won’t touch.” You nodded, already putting an order for morphine in your tablet. “I’m gonna get you some morphine, and we can see how it goes.”

“Okay…thank you.”

“I’m sorry, feel better. I’ll be back.” You then slid into a chair, putting the sign off order for the morphine, which required an attending’s approval.

“Hey Dr Abbot!” You called from across, and he walked over.

“What’s up?”

“I got a 26 year old with a history of kidney stones, he has two right now.” You explained.

“Yikes. I don’t envy him at all.” He chuckled, still listening intently.

“Yeah, a 3 millimeter and a 0.7. I need you to sign off for my morphine order.” You asked.

“You got it.” He got on the computer, logged in and approved it. “Alright, go forth.”

“Thank you.” You nodded, and he patted your shoulder.

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The rest of your shift was mundane, mostly because the night shift was never that fun past ten pm unless it involved drinking or drunk stupidity. You had dealt with the drunks, the drunks who fell, the drunks who also enjoyed drugs, so on.

However, the Saturday afternoon prior to the charity event? Much more eventful. The event started at 7, which really meant it started at 6:30. So you arrived at Trinity Santos’ apartment at 5, ensuring you had all the time you needed to get ready. You showered at home, did your hair routine, packed your purse, grabbed a pair of heels, and a pair of flats, as well as a change of clothes to leave in your car. You arrived at 5 on the dot, and Dennis answered the door.

“Oh hey, come on in.” He opened the door, and Trinity called from afar.

“Is that my bestie? Come to my room!”

“Coming!” You walked over, passing Whitaker and entering Trinity’s room. She had dresses laid out, looking stuck between a few.

“Hmmm. Come here.” She gestured for you to come to her, and you did. You put your bag down, and walked next to her.

“Put these up to you, I’m stuck between the burgundy and the emerald.” She handed you two dresses, and you put them up to your body. She thought for a moment, then turned the mirror to face you.

“What do you like more?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. Part of me feels like the red is too sexy of a color for a charity dinner.”

“Hm, y'know what we need? A male perspective. Whitaker!” She yelled into the hall, and the man came walking.

“Yeah?” He asked, munching on some chips.

“Dude, are you eating my tortillas?!” She side yelled at him.

“Maybe, what do you want?” He grazed over the chips, switching the topic.

“What dress is better for a charity event for the hospital?”

“Red gives doctor vibes, blood and that shit. But the green is nice too.”

“Not helpful, which one looks hotter?”

“So like-I’m not a good judge of that.” He hesitated

“Just pick one.” She scowled

“Red.”

“Thank you. Red it is.” She grabbed the green dress and put it away. “What shoes did you pick?”

“I brought black heels, and black flats in case my feet get tired.” You showed her the shoes, and she nodded. “Those work. Okay, let’s get you all glammed up!” She sat you on her carpet, digging in your bag for your makeup. She finds it and puts it in front of you.

“Okay, we’re looking for sexy, but like, business appropriate sexy.” She gravitated to your primer, putting some around your face. She also grabbed your concealer, eyeliner, eyeshadow palette. You closed your eyes, letting her do her work.

“So, are you excited at all? Is Doctor Daddy gonna be there?”

“Oh my god shut up. Never call him that again.” You cracked up.

“Hey, your words, not mine.” You felt the bristles of the brush on your eyes. “I’m gonna put some concealer on specific spots on your face, I don’t think you need a full base, just the eyebags and such. I also wanna do a sorta brownish glittery smokey eye? I don’t know how to describe it but it’ll look hot.”

“Well, you have yet to fail me.” You responded, giving her your fullest confidence. “But yeah, Abbot will be there.”

“Ooh, you gonna stick by him, let the guests gossip like an episode of some snobby movie?” She teased.

“As fun as that sounds, it’ll probably just be me talking to some guests.” A twinge of disappointment in your voice.

“Boo, see why can’t our lives be like Grey’s Anatomy sometimes?”

“It does sometimes feel like it.” You chuckled. “Both of us and our slightly problematic age gap situationships.”

“True.” She took the brush away from your eyebags after blending, and picked up another one. “Just gonna do the eyeshadow. You don’t really need that many skin products, honestly.” She explained, dusting the eyeshadow onto your eyelids.

“I trust you.”

“I know, some might call that your first mistake.” She chuckled.

“Maybe. I don’t think so.”

“Don’t get all gushy with me, ew.” She teased. “But seriously, what is the Abbot situation?”

“Why?” You asked

“No reason.” She lied.

“You’re an awful liar.”

“Too bad, you’ll never find out. Just tell me.”

“I mean, not much. It’s just small touches that are enough to not be entirely platonic, or so I think. I don’t know, his hands linger.”

“Yeah? Interesting, I wonder if he’ll make a move tonight. Under the influence of a little alcohol and dim lights.” She chuckled.

“Have you been watching shitty romcoms again?”

“I might be.” She shrugged, dusting some blush on your cheeks.

“Well, that would explain where your delusions are coming from.”

“Hey! I am not delusional. Get up, let’s get started on your hair. Do you want it curled or straightened?

“Curl it.” You responded.

She got out her iron, preheating it. “Just for a little more definition in the curls.” She explained. Once it was heated, she began curling at the strands.

“My only advice for tonight, don’t do anything stupid. Don’t get into strangers' cars, don’t drink too much, and don’t go into any sketchy areas.” She spun the wand.

“I’m a doctor, Trin. I have common sense.”

“You never know.”

“I guess.”

“Go, you’re done. Put on the dress, and let’s look at the final result.” She gestured for you to shoo. You grabbed the dress and slipped it on, then the heels, before Trinity helped you zip up.

“Oh my god you look so sexy.” She gasped, her hands over her mouth. “Whitaker!”

“What? Oh wow, you look nice.” He commented.

“Right??? I did such a good job.” She took out her phone, snapping a picture and sending it to the girls group chat.

“Thank you Trin.” You went to hug her, and she hugged you back.

“I gotchu girl, now go. Represent the hospital, show that you can be sexy and a doctor.”

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WOMEN OF DA PITT 😍😍

trin: [image attached] doesn’t she look so sexy

mel king: oh wow! you look gorgeous @you

samira mohan: she does!

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Once you arrived, you checked your phone. You see one missed notification from Jack Abbot himself.

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abbot: Hey, did you make it alright? Don’t see you here yet.

you: just made it!

abbot: Good. See you inside?

you: you bet :)

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You got mini butterflies at the text, it was good to know he still cared. You grabbed your purse from your passenger seat, leaving the change of clothes and shoes in the back in case. The first thing you smelt when you entered was champagne and expensive air freshener. It smelled like a rich person event.

You looked around, taking in the grandness of it all. Everyone was in suits or nice dresses, everything was neatly organized, including the tables. The chandelier was grand, the bar and food was fancy, it all was too nice for your comfort. Maybe it’s because you were used to simplicity. You looked for your table amongst what felt like millions, feeling lost in the endless maze of black tablecloths. You tried to look for any of your friends, Shen, Ellis, Robby, McKay, anyone. Yet in the army of thousands, you couldn’t find them.

You tried looking for them at the bar, but ended up just ordering a drink.

“Put it on my tab.” A voice spoke from behind you. You didn’t even need to turn to know who it was.

“Dr Abbot, you don’t need to do that.”

“I insist.” He reassured, nodding at the bartender. “One whiskey, neat.”

“Classy.” You commented.

“You look nice.” He whispered, right at your ear. It made you shiver in the slightest.

“You don’t look bad yourself.” You commented.

“High praise from the beautiful lady herself.” His voice was still low, like he wanted to keep what you were saying to each other a secret.

“You flatter me.”

“Good, someone as beautiful as yourself deserves a little flattery every so often.”

“Keep flirting with me and I might get the wrong idea, Dr Abbot.”

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” He chuckled, but his voice was still low. Was he trying to seduce you? It was hard to tell. “Come, I'll show you our table.” He led you out, his hand resting on your lower hip, a touch too intimate being nothing.

“Sounds good, i’ll just follow you.” You responded, holding your martini glass. The two of you swayed through the people, and arrived to a large round table where the rest of the night shift was.

“Hey, there she is. I thought you were gonna skip.” Shen commented. “You look good, girl.”

“Thanks, it’s the work of Dr Trinity Santos.”

“She’s good.” Ellis agreed, sipping from a wine glass. “Hasn’t she done most of your looks?”

“Shhhh, don’t expose my secret.” You shushed her, and Abbot chuckled.

“Your secret is safe with me.” He pulled your chair out for you. You sat down, putting your drink down as well.

“We’ve gone ahead and ordered some mains, and a few apps.” Shen told you, and you nodded. Abbot had saved his seat next to yours, which was not very subtle. But really? When was he ever?

“Some chair people want to meet you, i’ll introduce you in a bit if that sounds okay?” He muttered.

“Uh yeah, sounds good to me.” You agreed.

“Good. Then we can socialize for a little, keep people entertained, then maybe step out once we’ve eaten and things cooled down?”

“You’re trying to leave with me, Doctor?”

“I’m not trying anything, sweetheart. Not unless you want me to?”

“Are you feeling bold tonight, or have you had a few too many whiskeys?”

“This is only my second.” He responded.

“Interesting.” You noted, but just as you were about to take another sip, his hand slipped to your knee. You kept your reaction subtle, but you knew he could tell.

“So, have any of you guys had any interesting interactions yet?” He asked the table.

“I’ve had a guy ask me if I’m supposed to be here because it’s a doctors and sponsors only event.” Ellis spoke.

“Yikes. Sorry, I’m gonna go get another drink.” You stood up, walking off to the bar. You approached, and as you were ordering, someone cut you off.

“Excuse me miss, pardon me, but you are so gorgeous. Are you a doctor here, or maybe just a sponsor?”

“Oh, you’re so kind. I’m a doctor at PTMC, yes.” You humbled him, you didn’t really know what else to say.

“You must be a very smart woman then.” The man slid a bill over to the bartender. “I’ll take care of that for you.”

“Oh, thank you. You don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to. So, tell me about yourself, sweetheart.”

“Uh…well…”

“Hey, babe. Is everything alright here?” A man spoke from behind you, Jack.

“Oh, yeah. This nice man was buying me a drink.” You explained, going along with it.

“Oh, that’s nice.” He kissed your temple, his hand around your waist. “You gonna buy me a drink too?”

“Nah, nah I'm sorry man, I’ll go.” He quickly walked away, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Thanks for the save.” You looked at him, and he nodded.

“I saw a guy was chatting you up, figured I’d make sure he wasn’t being weird.”

“Well, he was so, nice spot.”

“Anytime. I was going to tell you the food is here, if you want to eat something.”

“Oh, yeah sure, I'll be right over. I’m just waiting for my drink.”

“I’ll wait with you, in case any creepy guys come back.” He stood, his arm resting on the small of your back. The action made you blush slightly.

“That sounds good to me.”

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The two of you sat next to each other while you ate, engaging in conversation with the people around you. Jack introduced you to a few sponsors, who had requested to meet you. You socialized, kept an appearance for a while, and let the drinks flow enough to keep you afloat. Jack Abbot stayed by your side, so when your social battery began to give out, and your heels started to bother you, he noticed.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked.

“My feet hurt.” You responded, wobbling slightly on your feet.

“Yeah, you’ve been walking on them for a good…three and a half hours.” He checked his watch.

“It’s been that short?” You whined softly, not trying to let people know you were done with everything.

“I know, it feels like forever.” He muttered.

“God, I need a break.” You sighed.

“Me too, how about we go get some fresh air?” He offered, and you took him up on it. “Do you have a change of shoes?”

“Yeah, in my car.”

“Let’s go.” He grabbed your purse for you and walked you out, taking his time, mindful of your foot pain. You directed him to your car, and once you arrived, you opened the trunk and changed your heels for your flats.

“I already have blisters, great.” You groaned, grabbing bandaids from your purse and putting them on the sides of your feet. He waited patiently while you tried to be quick.

“Y’know, I could drive you home.”

“Didn’t you drive here?”

“Nah, I had to ride with John because my car is currently being fixed.”

“Ah, okay. I mean, if you don’t mind. How much have you had to drink?”

“Less than enough to make me legally impaired, c’mon, we see enough drunk drivers. I know better.”

“Fair enough.” You threw him your keys, and he caught them. He got into the driver’s seat, and you in the passenger’s. He turned your car on, and put your address in the maps. Once the two of you took off, the car ride was quietly intimate. His hand rested on your thigh possessively, and it turned you on to no extent.

You were a little tipsy, you knew that. Not drunk, but you had a bit to drink. Maybe that was what made you feel super horny about Jack Abbot at this moment. He looked really hot right at that moment, his hands on you like they belonged there, his hair softly waved over his face, his biceps in the suit jacket…it all made you feel things. Things you wouldn’t typically allow yourself to feel.

Once he pulled onto your street, he came to a stop. He walked over, opened your side of the car and walked you back to your apartment, carrying your bag and shoes. Once you arrived at the apartment, you fiddled with your keys and unlocked the door. You turned to take your belongings from his hands, but you got caught in the way he was looking at you.

He looked starved, hungry for you like he hasn’t had a taste of you in years.

“Well, guess I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He spoke lowly.

“Guess so…” You stood there for a moment, secretly praying he’d make a move. He looked like he was waiting too, because he didn’t look set on moving.

“You waitin’ for me to kiss you or something?” He smirked, leaning on the doorframe.

“Maybe, you gonna kiss me or something?”

“Something.” He responded, his hands going to pull you up against him.

“Yeah? I’m waiting.” And he didn’t wait any longer. He pulled you into a kiss, and you melted instantly. Your hand rested against his chest, and he walked you back into the apartment, kicking the door shut.

You moaned softly into his lips as his hand slipped under your dress and up your thigh. He groaned softly as he realized how wet you were.

“All for me? Little slut, I knew you wanted me since the moment you walked in.” He muttered, kissing down your neck, the stubble on his chin rough against your soft skin.

“Yeah? Why didn’t you say anything?” You let out a sharp exhale.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He then grabbed you by the waist, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. He walked over to your room, and placed you on the bed.

“God, I've wanted to keep my hands on you all night. You don’t know how angry I got when I saw that guy all over you.” He unzipped the dress, mindful that it wasn’t yours.

“You don’t know how much the possessiveness turned me on.” You responded, watching as he pulled his shirt off.

“Yeah? You like when I make it apparent you’re mine? Because I can make sure the whole hospital knows if that’s what you want.” He mumbled against your neck, leaving a kiss right above your left breast that was definitely gonna mark.

“Sounds like a walking HR meeting.” You chuckled, then moaned softly as his fingers hooked under your panties. You felt his thick finger against you, and inhaled sharply as he teased you with the tip of his finger, slipping in just enough to give you a feel.

“Jack-please.” You moaned.

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“I need more, anything.” He then sunk down, pulling you to his level and slipping your panties down your legs. He then pressed his lips against your cunt, suckling at your clit as his finger curled inside you. Once he felt you were ready, he slipped in a second, which made you moan. You slipped your fingers in his hair, controlling his pace a bit.

“Please-just like that…” You whimpered, and he ate it up. He took every noise you made straight to his head, proud to know he still had it. He was making you feel things you hadn’t in a while.

Your whole career was a drag of sad and sadder. You didn’t have time to go on dates or have sex, not even to get off yourself. You never could make yourself come, it didn’t feel the same, but right here? This was real, and it was with the sexy silver fox that was your boss.

You were so deep, you didn’t realize that you were about to come until you did. But you came hard, you felt the pleasure radiate through your body, and you let out a soft cry as he fucked you through it with his fingers.

“Shhhh, good girl. You’re doing so well.” He praised you, slowly withdrawing his fingers. You slowed your breathing, looking up at him.

“That was…”

“I’m not done with you, gorgeous.” He muttered, undoing his belt and dropping his pants. He rolled on a condom and stroked himself a few times, before teasing you with the tip.

“Jack-please.” You whined, and he thrusted deeper, burying his cock half in before pulling out. He then thrusted all in, burying his cock inside you with a groan.

“So fuckin perfect…” He mumbled, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. He set a deep pace, feeling the tip of his cock kiss your cervix with each thrust. The angle was just as good, brushing just right to make your legs feel tingly.

He muttered sweet nothings in your ear as he fucked you. Things about you being his, how amazing you’re doing…so on.

Nothing about this felt casual. You hoped it wasn’t.

Not when he made you feel like this.

Your next orgasm hit just as hard, the feeling radiating all over like you had been struck by lighting. But the better part was when he came.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, gorgeous…jesus this pussy is fuckin perfect…” He groaned, burying his cock deep inside you as he spilled into the condom. His breathing was rough, and his voice was too. He stayed inside you for a moment, before he pulled out and went to dispose of the condom.

“Okay, let’s clean up, then we can do whatever it is you want, yeah?” He kissed your temple, helping you up and to the bathroom.

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You and your husband both come home from a long shift at the hospital, and you have been craving him a little extra. It’s not your fault your fault the hormones released during your ovulation made you extremely horny. It didn’t help that your husband was already sexy enough on a daily basis, and that his scrubs were especially tight around the arms and waist. All day you’ve been eyeing him from the corners of your eyes, waiting for a moment where you could pull him aside, but that opportunity never came with the amount of patients you had.

work typically leaves little energy for sex, but the two of you try to make time for each other. today you were especially in the mood, you wanted your husband inside you a little more than usual. You shed your clothes and put on something a little cuter, hoping he’d get the hint. Just when you thought your husband couldn’t look hotter, he put on a tank top and grey sweatpants, where you just went feral and couldn’t hold back. He was on the couch, scrolling his phone for dinner options when you climbed onto his lap.

“Good evening to you too, baby.” He smirked, putting his phone on the coffee table and his hands going to your waist. “What can I do for you?”

“A lot of things, Frank.” You responded.

“Yeah? Would you be so kind as to sharing what those things are?”

“well first of all, take those clothes off. Then you could take me to the bedroom, take mine off and…fuck me until I tire out.” You said so casually, like you were listing off items on your grocery list.

“I see, do you not want dinner first?” He asked, checking your wellbeing first.

“Dinner can wait.” You sunk to your knees, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down. He sucked air through his teeth, his hands drawing your hair back.

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After getting him off, he payed you back tenfold the second he got his hands on you. He carried you to bed, laid you out gently, spread your thighs and lapped at your cunt until you saw stars. Frank Langdon knew how to please a woman, and you learned that very early on in your relationship.

“oh-hah-baby please…just like that…ngh don’t stop.” You whimpered, begging him in a way so pretty he couldn’t say no. He ate you out with the same energy he did the first time you had sex. Most men you had been with would rather die than get near your pussy, but Langdon lived for eating you out after a long day. He was dedicated to making you feel good before himself. He was a giver, after all.

After making you come on his mouth, he wanted to make you come on his dick. It was scientifically proven vaginal sex helped with cramping, so why not help you out in multiple ways? He always made love to you, not so much fucked you. it was different, yknow? You fuck someone you’re hooking up with, you make love to someone you’re married to. Even if your marriage was still under a year old.

He always payed attention to your reactions, gauged them so that he could figure out what you needed that specific day. Some days you needed harder, some days deeper, sometimes you just needed it gentle after a hard day. He’d always be able tp figure it out, he learned his wife’s body well.

so he knew that when you were ovulating, he needed to give you the mix of deep and slow, but not too slow. He kept his hands on your hips, thrusting deep into you and watching to make sure that’s what you were wanting.

“fuck…just like that, please baby.”

yeah, he got it right the first time.

The aftercare was always great too, putting just as much attention into taking care of you as he did when you made love. He cleaned you off gently, getting every inch of your body with the soap, and giving you a head massage when he washed your hair. He cooked you dinner instead of ordering, and tailored it to your body’s needs

you hit the jackpot with your husband.