˚⟡˖ ࣪ Emilia⭑.ᐟ

Cassie called you at 8:30 P.M. just as you were leaving your final lecture for the day.

“Ten is my smoke break,” she told you with sirens distantly wailing in the background. “Park across from the ICU lot. I’ll be out to get you.”

“You have a really odd way of saying hello,” you told her dryly, propping the door to your car open and leaning on it.

You could hear her exhale so heavily that she sounded like a deflating balloon. You didn’t think she’d appreciate you saying that right now, though.

The image of it was making you smile anyway.

“I’m sorry,” she rasped. “I just — I need to see you.”

Your cheeks burned at her admission, biting your lower lip. “Even at work?”

One of the stipulations Cassie had put in place when you first started seeing each other was that she didn’t show up during your classes, and you didn’t show up at her work — emergencies exempt, of course. She wanted to ensure there was boundaries in place.

You’d agreed easily. You wouldn’t have been able to do so if you didn’t know what you were getting into with her: the first responder in an emergency room with a young son and custody battles.

She was exploring her newfound sexual freedom and she didn’t want anything too deeply intwined.

It had been an easy arrangement, the sex as damn good even with Cassie’s limited experience coming into it, and both of you felt your stress levels lowered as it continued.

“Fuck work,” Cassie told you. You paused at her tone.

“Are you feeling a little needy, Cass?” you purred, lowering your voice and seeping just the right amount of attitude into it.

Cassie McKay was a demanding woman with sharp reflexes and hard expectations; but she was also rewarding and encouraging in the same breath.

You just had to fish for information on which Cassie you needed to prepare for.

Her breath hitched and you struck like a predator. “Oh, you are. You need to fuck me so bad, don’t you? I dunno, Cass. You’re the one who made the rule . . .”

“I—“ the doctor was trying to get ahold of herself. She was already losing composure. “I don’t care, baby. I need you so bad. I need to make you cum.”

You tapped your fingers along the rim of your door, pretending to think about it but already knowing you’ll give in. You always do.

“Ten you said?” you asked casually, glancing around you and scanning for anyone else in the lot. Some students were passing through parked cars, coming and going, but you remained ignored.

“Yes.”

“Alright, ten it is then. Want me to bring you some food too?”

“I’m going to give you so many orgasms if you do.” She sounded lighter now, like you just gave the cure to a debilitating illness.

You laughed. “You’d do that anyway.”

“The food,” you gasped as your wrist was snatched and you were pulled roughly from your car. You were barely able to park and stuff your keys and phone into your hoodie before blue scrubs and rough hands filled your vision.

“We can come back for it. I need you.” The brunette laced her fingers through yours and sped away from the lot; not toward the visitor’s entrance but to a door farther to the side of the building.

“How much time do you have?” you asked her, heart fluttering and a low heat beginning to burn in your belly.

She slowed and pulled her ID card out of her pocket and slapped it against an access pad. It beaped and continued her way. The hallway was dim and void of life, rooms blacked out.

“Thirty minutes. I managed to get Dana to work my time out here a little better so I can just —“ she sounded breathless, passing door after door.

Like she had mapped it out already, which location would be the best place to take you apart in her fiery need.

“Won’t you get in trouble?”

“Yeah, baby, so much trouble.”

When you didn’t reply she turned to gauge your reaction and found the concern you felt written across your face, your steps a little less eager.

“Hey, no.” She stopped and turned, clasping your arms. “I was just playing. This part of the hospital hasn’t been touched since COVID. It was just a secondary ER for patients without symptoms.”

“I don’t want to get you into trouble.”

“I’ve been hanging out in this part of the hospital for weeks. I’ve seen only a few people. Dana and Emma won’t say anything.” The way she worded that last bit made you want to dig for questions but you could see it wasn’t the time.

Later.

“You’re safe, my job is safe.” She leaned forward and finally kissed you. It’s all you wanted since seeing her face.

It was delicate and warm — things that she didn’t express so far tonight.

You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her closer. Her scrubs brushed against your sweatpants and she caressed your chin to lift your head closer to hers.

“Fuck,” she whispered when the kiss broke.

“I need you,” you murmured, still grazing your lips along hers, swallowing.

She smelled like saline and cedar wood.

“Not far now, let’s go.” She dragged you along behind her once more. It wasn’t a long trek, she stopped at a door and jerked it open.

“A storage closet?” The shelves were empty and looked to be collecting dust.

“Windowless,” she said. Then she clutched your waist and hauled you up. Your legs automatically locked together around her, gasping in surprise.

She settled you on one of the shelves. Not even a freak was made when your weight was added. “Is this even safe?” you questioned as her fingers started to work at the strings of your sweats and her lips started leaving trails down your neck.

“It’s meant to hold medical equipment baby. You won’t be shaking it off of the screws anytime soon.”

And that was that.

You groaned when teeth dug into your collarbone. She got your sweats down to your ankles and made quicker work of your soaked underwear.

“You’re so fucking wet,” she said, licking her lips and suddenly dropping to her knees in front of you.

“You have that effect on me.” Your feet splayed, but she snatched your ankle and looked up at you through her bangs. Her eyes were heated, intense.

“Shoulders.”

“Shoes,” you retorted.

“Don’t fucking care. Shoulders.” She dug her short nails into your ankle, eyebrow raising and staring you down.

You relented, lifted the left one and gently put it down on her shoulder and followed it with the fight.

“Good girl.” And then she rewarded you with a lick of your folds.

You gasped and started to reach for anything to hold onto. Cassie was about to make it hard for you to steady yourself. Your fingers slipped between the bars of the selves that dug into your ass, and you curled them while the other hand grabbed ahold of Cassie’s hair.

“This is so unprofessional, Doctor McKay. I thought you were going to tell me —“ A moan cut you off as Cassie’s tongue started to work inside of you and one of her fingers joined almost a second after, “ — my test results.”

Cassie pulled back briefly, finger still pumping inside of you, face flushed and lips wet. “Baby I have about twenty more minutes to make you cum and I want at least two from you before I let you go. Play later.”

You held back laughter as she actually said those words with full seriousness awarded to most doctors, like delivering devastating news.

She lowered her head and started eating you out without waiting for you to respond.

Your cries must have been enough. She lazily stroked a hand up and down your lifted thigh and thumbed your clit like a madwoman, forcing you into oversensitiveity before you were close to orgasm.

She loved how easy it was to get you to a wriggly, wet mess that squirmed and whined before she even got inside of you.

But she hadn’t drawn it out tonight. She was aiming to make you cum fast and hard, and this was a sure fire way to do so without the strap.

“We need,” you gasped, mind blanking out into white noise as her fingers — two now — crooked up into you until they touched your g-spot, “to talk a-about — fuck Cassie — this later.”

Cassie’s fingers didn’t slow but she pulled her head up again and licked her lips. “We can talk all you want, baby. But I think we both know this stopped being casual about two weeks ago. I don’t think I need to torture yourself or myself over this.”

You would later look back on this moment and process her statement to you in its entirety. Right now, however, Cassie wasn’t willing to let you up for air until she got what she wanted.

She had five minutes left to spare by the time she made you cum a second time. She didn’t need to look at you for you to know she was proud of your state. You looked entirely taken apart and she still had time to put you back together.

She was pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and lips as she tied your sweat strings back together, pulling your hair back for you and tying it up with a spare hair tie.

“You did so good for me,” she murmured, cheek pressing against yours as you became more grounded.

“I don’t think I can walk.”

She grinned wolfishly.

She steadied you and she guided you back out to the parking lot in a daze, her hands never leaving you even when she had to grab a door or use her ID card.

“I’m working later tonight but . . . “ she hesitated, looking awful shy as you stopped at your car. She reached into her pocket, “. . . Harrison is with his dad and — if you’d want to, you can go to my place. Shower. Sleep.” She pulled out a key.

Your eyes widened. “Cassie —“

“I like you,” the older woman blurted. “I really like you. If you feel the same way, I’d like to maybe . . . get more serious? I know that wasn’t the plan —“

You surged forward, curling your fist around hers where the key was and kissed her hard.

When you pulled back, the key was safely tucked into your palm. “I want to get more serious, too.”

Her smile was burned into your head as you drove to her house that night.