Draculino

“You don’t need to be jealous, I only have eyes for blondes in their fifties. With nicotine problems.” You're practically salivating for the nurse, it’s your mid shift time to make heart eyes at her.

Dana laughs, you love her laugh. It’s contagious, a little snorting mixed with a heavy giggle. God this woman was carved by Roman Gods. 

You swear you see a blush, but maybe it was the sweltering heat. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking in the ED.

She eyes you in that way, and the other nurses snicker and giggle at this dance you two do. Every shift you put on a show for them, sorta like a peacock would. Ruffling your feathers by the nurses' station, trying to get one specific bird to take the bait. 

Evans gives you the same old response. 

“I’m old, I’ve got no room to clean up another toilet for a man who can’t aim.” She smirks, and you gawk at her.

“Dana Evans, light of my life! You know I have indoor plumbing! Darlin, I only ever sit to pee! And I know my way around a toilet brush, too!” You flirt harder, clutching your heart like she’s struck it with Cupid’s arrow.

The women combust around her with laughter, and she glares at you.

It feels like the scene in Grease, it’s performative, but in the work you all do. Sometimes everyone needs a little stress relief. 

And the nurses work so hard, the least you can do is make them laugh. They deserved far better, better treatment from the hospital and patience. 

But you could supply them some extra energy drinks, a helping hand, some god dman ‘thank you’s.’ And every now and then, a few chuckles. 

But you weren’t doing it all selflessly; you wanted Dana Evans. 

Not like a notch in your belt kinda way. 

Nah, as you eye the way she’s smiling at you, you feel it in your bones. 

You wanted Dana to tug your hair so hard while you went down on her, you’d need plugs. 

The dirty ways you’d make love to this woman would be enough for her to need to call out of work. 

Dana seems to read your mind because she takes a rubber glove out of a box just to slingshot it at your face. 

It hits you in the cheek, and you don’t flinch, winking at her. 

“Down boy,” Dana tells you, but her eyes say something different. 

“Dana, when will you let me take you to the moon, huh?” You ask, unmoving from your spot in front of the station. 

“Trauma incoming!” Robby yells your way, and you slowly walk backwards, still looking at her for an answer. 

“When pigs fly!” Dana shouts, and you play hurt once more.

“I’ll get on it!” You answer, then rush over to the gurney, coming in with rebar, stepping out of the shoulder of a forty-year-old with a colorful vocabulary. 

The next four hours are a blur, a lot of blood, a lot of strange conversations. A strange color of pus that squirted on Whittaker's face, that was fun. 

It’s only when you're charting and Robby is staring at the screen, trying to figure out who to kick out of a bed next. So that the dance of musical chairs could continue. 

That Dana moves to him, and the two start covering rooms, and you get your chance. 

You reach into your pocket to the origami you’d made while waiting for the X-rays to come back. 

It was a sticky note you’d folded perfectly into a small pig. 

You whistle, and both Robby and Dana look at you, sort of offended that’s how you asked for their attention. 

Then you threw the paper onto the computer before them. 

“What is this doctor?” Robby asked, and Dana snorted realizing right away. 

“That’s a flying pig.” You answered, and Langdon grabbed it as he walked around them. 

“Wow, this is really cool, did you make this?” He picked it up, obviously wanting to keep it for his son. 

“Yeah, just proving a point.” You eyed Dana, who shook her head.

“Which is? You need to be spending your time on shift more wisely?” Robby asked, already done with your shit for the shift.

“That all men are horn dogs, no matter the chromosome,” Dana answered for you, and walked away. 

“You guys having trouble in paradise?” Langdon asked, and Robby just walked away with an amused look. 

“It’s the long game, my friend.” You answered back and checked the computer for the notification on test results. 

Few hours go by and you finally got to pee. Making sure to take your time to sit and enjoy the tiny break. 

But it was short-lived, you’d just flushed when the sound of the door almost breaking from a body entering it had you jump. 

“FUCKKK!” Dana screams and you open the stall and see her freaking out. 

“Is now a bad time to tell you this is the men's room?” You say, and she’s pacing back and forth and back and forth. 

So you take this moment as a good time to tie the strings of your scrubs and walk out of the stall. 

You eye her from the reflection of the mirror, sorta like you would if a jungle cat were in your habitat.

You pushed your hand under the soap dispenser and tried not to stare. The water faucet splashed in the porcelain.

“He called me too old! He thought he could grab- and I’m old no one wants! Ha! You want me!” Dana yells, and you’re trying to put together the story but you don’t have all the pieces. 

“Dana?” Your voice cracks at this opportune minute and she turns to you. 

Full heat in her stare. 

“You want me! You flirt with me every shift god damn it! I’m not some wrinkled up saggy- fuck him!” Dana cuts herself off, and you wave your hand over the paper towels, and it makes a sad robotic noise. 

“Dana did someone-” You fear the stupid person who instigated this wrath. 

“You want me! It’s not just-I mean I see the way you look at me when I’m smoking a cigarette!” Dana rambles, and you aren’t sure where this is going. 

“Yeah, I do.” you start to agree, throwing the paper towel away and facing her now. 

“I’m hot! I still got it!” Dana’s posture and hand throwing is sorta terrifying but you wouldn’t disagree. 

“Absolutely.” You answer honestly. 

“That’s fine, yeah! I mean-fuck take your shirt off!” Dana yells at you and your face moves to the lock on the door, seeing she had flicked it. Not aware it was the men's bathroom, but clear she needed a minute. 

“Uh-” You say awkwardly, not sure if this was-

“Take your shirt off, we’re gonna fuck.” Dana tells you and your body temperature skyrockets. 

“We are?” You ask a follow-up, unsure of what midnight wet dream you’d just walked into. 

“Yes, we are!” Dana says with enough fury from whatever had just happened. 

You hesitate for only a second before you lift your scrub top off and set it on the counter, and then your tank top, and you hear a groan and stop. 

“What? What is it?” You worry, thinking maybe it was your surgery scars but it wasn’t at all. 

“You look like that! Fuck youth is wasted on the yong, put your head back.” Dana says, and you’re confused, eyebrows furrowed. 

But she walks forward and pushes your chin back, her cold fingers run down your throat. 

Then down to your collar bones, her hands were strong and sure, and you weren’t sure what this was anymore. 

“Is this a physical?” You try to joke, and her hands go to your traps then to your deltoids. 

Enjoying you with a more hands-on approach. 

“You’ve got more muscles than before.” Dana’s voice drops a little and you try not to move, or flex under her curious hands. 

“Yeah-I uh started to work out after work,” you say conversationally. Not sure where your confidence had gone. 

You're under the fluorescent lights in a bathroom, not exactly what you thought would be how you first got to touch Dana. 

That was a lie; this was making you nervous because you’d only ever fucked women your age. And being shirtless in front of Dana felt like the major leagues. 

“Can I touch you now?” You try to make it sound light. 

“No,” Dana answers, and you realize she’s enjoying herself. 

Your eyes move to see the way her focus is solely on your arms, her hands move down to caress your biceps, and you swear you’ll work out twice as hard if she likes you like this. 

“Dana?” You ask as her finger followed the vein in your forearm like it had gold at the end of it. 

“You’re pretty.” She whispered, and you tried not to twitch under her focus. 

“So are you. Can I move now?” You ask, and all the anger was leaving her body now that you were offering yourself up. 

“I-I’m not as young as you, and I don’t look like all that under my scrubs, kid.” Dana laughs and you don’t like that. 

You move your arm out and cup her face, something inside of her melts. 

All that toughness finally put aside, Dana can let someone else drive for a moment. 

“I’m going to kiss you, don’t hit me.” You tell her, and her face turns up to you, ready to be adored. 

You won’t make her wait; you kiss her with everything you’ve got and she moans, and her lips open immediately. 

Her tongue tastes like peppermint from her mints and desperation, you understand the feeling. 

You turn her body as you keep moving against her lips with fever, and Dana’s trying to pierce your skin. Her hands move to your shoulders, and her nails make little crescent moon indents on you. 

You pushed the head nurse against the counter, and she made a little noise in surprise. 

That was fine, Dana could be held for a change, maybe that was all she’d needed. 

You kiss down her bottom lip, then moved bolding to her jaw line and pepper kisses.

“Fuck I haven’t been touched like this in-” Dana stops herself, trying to remember and unable to. 

“Take your scrubs off.” You say, as you move to her neck and she grabs you by your neck like a thing she can manhandle and pulls you off her. 

“Not when you look like that, not in this light, forget it, bub.”

“Dana, take your bottoms off, how about that?” You try as her hand is just a little tension away from choking you. 

Dana’s hold twitches, and her eyebrows lift, and then she lets out a little chuckle. 

“Here?” The nurse asks, and you want to slap everyone she’s ever fucked. 

“Yeah, right here, I want to taste you.” You say stronger this time, and Dana smiles widely. So you reach out and untie her string and drop her scrub bottoms. 

She’s got work underwear on, they’re cotton and dark blue, you pull them down and lean her lightly against the counter. Putting the clothes in a bunch to the side, not wanting to take her sneakers off, tough times come for touch measures it seems. 

“You’re gonna-Oh.” Dana’s voice gives out as you drop to your knees and you kiss just above her clit, enjoying the bit of pubic hair. 

Your chin brushes against the nub; you’re being a gentleman, giving respect before you eat. 

“You’re really going to-” Dana says again but now you’re pulling her lips open and licking long strokes. 

“OH, GOD!” Dana’s hands reach out to stop herself from falling. She slaps the side of the paper towel machine so hard it starts to dispense rapidly. 

Her other hand goes to steady herself against the wall and mirror but she’s unable. 

You let your tongue roughly rub up and down, then circle around her clit. 

Enjoying her flavor, the vanilla in her body wash, the slight sweat. The musky flavor mixed with something spicy. Fuck you tried to look up at her only to see Dana’s lips trembling as she watched you. 

“Good boy, fuck oh god yes! Oh I should have let you before!” The head nurse shrieks and you don’t breathe, you push your face further into her folds until your tongue goes into her tight cunt. 

She bucks against your face, smearing her arousal across your nose and cheeks. 

“FUCK ME! OH GOD YES! DON’T STOP!”

A knock on the door is loud, and you hear Robby asking for you by first name. 

“OCCUPODO!” Dana shouts, and you laugh only for her to grab you by your hair and jerk you back to work. 

“Hurry up, God I’m so close. I need it.” Dana tells you, and you know she’s got to get back out there, and so do you. 

So you go in for the intense sucking and licking over and under her clit not letting her hood come back and Dana’s knees almost give out completely. 

As she falls forward, you stand and grab her by the backs of her knees and shift her weight onto her ass on the counter. 

Spreading her legs as you fuck Dana like this is the only chance your tongue will ever get. 

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!”Dana shouts, and you make a slurping noise as you bob your head a little to stimulate her clit even more. 

Dana panics and grabs your shoulder to push you away, but you don’t move. 

Knowing before she did what would happen next.

“OH FUCK I’M GOING TO SQUIRT,” Dana shouted, unbelieving she was about to actually do it. 

But your fingers move to her cunt, and you finger fuck her harder and don’t let up on her bundle of nerves. 

Sure enough, she gushes, power washer type of squirt.

It hits your chin, your neck, your chest, super soaks down onto your scrub bottoms and you keep swallowing. 

Wanting to not waste a drop, and only when her whole body goes lax do you finally let go.

Dana shudders at the new cold air hitting her cunt where your hot mouth had just been. 

You raise up in between her legs, and she grabs your jaw with her hand from underneath and you lick your lips. 

“You’re dangerous, you know that.” Dana tells you, but her eyes roll back and she’s riding her aftershocks. 

“Whatever you say, Mommy.” You smirk, soaked in her juices. 

“Fuck you, you think you can call me that just because you made me cum?” Dana asks open her eyes to glare at you and you twist to kiss her palm. 

“I can do it again, you need more Mommy?” You flirt harder and Dana actually shivers and you realize she doesn’t hate the nickname as much as she might want you to believe. 

“You think you can make me cum again, do you?” Dana wants you to try.

You nod confidently and your hand still in her cunt curls against her g-spot and Dana’s body lifts off the counter into your chest. 

“I think you should let me come over after our shift.”

“What makes you think I’d allow that?” Dana fights back, but her face is closer to yours now. 

“HEY, WE HAVE AN ED TO RUN OUT HERE!” Robby yell and pounds on the door again. 

Dana groans and tries to sit up but you don’t let her move, staying between her legs. 

“Let me come over after work.” You insist and she glares at you, but her mouth is still smirking. You remove your hands from her wet hole.

“You just want to say you’ve fucked a MILF is that it?” Dana’s own fears are clear now and you shake your head. 

“I want you to keep me.” You say so fast that you can’t realize how silly it sounds, but she arches an eyebrow. So you guessed it wasn’t the wrong sentence. 

Then Dana’s confidence comes back, and she reaches down and cups your sex annd you just about howl in need.

“You need a Mommy, huh?” Dana asks, her breath tickling against your still arousal-soaked lips and chin. 

“Please,” you beg and she rubs your clit through the cum soaked scrubs. Her squirt drying sticky to your chest. 

“You think you can be my boy?” Dana asks and you moan and she pinches your clit through the fabric and you shuder and buck - mouth falling open. 

“You’ll cum that easy huh, baby boy?” Dana laughed and you tried to chase her hand only for Robby to pound on the door so hard that neither of you could ignore him this time. 

“HEY! DON’T MAKE ME GET THE KEY! THIS AIN’T SOME MOTEL YOU KNOW!” The angry doctor wasn’t going to ask again. 

“BE RIGHT OUT! DON’T GET YOUR PANTIES IN A WOD!” Dana yells back, and you make a sad noise when her hand leaves. 

“Be ready by my car at 8 pm or I’m using my vibrator, and you’re sleeping on the floor,” Dana tells you and pecks you on the lips before pushing you back and standing, dressing herself as you stood there, soaked in her cum, still shirtless. 

You beam at her, happier than ever. Dana washes her hands and leaves you there like a good boy, flipping the lock and eying you. 

“You got me on you right-” Dana points to her own cheek to show you. You move your hand to it, and she laughs at you.

Then leaves the bathroom, making it clear you would have to do the dirty walk to get new scrubs. While the whole ED would know you were on your knees. 

You didn’t care; you couldn’t wait until 8. 

her dark hair tossed to one side, cascading down her shoulder. one of her hands smoothing and grabbing at the fleshy part of your thigh and hip while the other twisted and curled at a steady pace inside of you.

her sage green eyes lift to meet your gaze. your breath stutters, your walls clenching around her fingers.

as breathtakingly beautiful she looked, and as amazing as it felt to have her finger fucking you with her tongue lapping at your clit, you couldn’t get out of your head.

you were taking too long. you were beginning to feel guilty. was something wrong with you? why were you having such a hard time?

“hey, what’s wrong?” wanda asks when she notices the look of concentration on your face. her fingers stilled inside of you.

your eyes well up with tears. you don’t know why you suddenly feel so emotional. you should have just faked an orgasm so you weren’t stuck in this predicament.

“nothing, it’s just…” you pause, propping your upper body on your elbows as you look down at her. your cheeks are flushed, and she can see your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“oh, sweetheart. what is it?” she readjusts her position. she uses both of her hands now to caress along your sides and thighs.

“i’m sorry.” your voice cracks, one tear rolling down your cheek as you feel the urge to sob, but you manage to hold yourself together.

the lethal combination of feeling guilty, overwhelmed and sexually frustrated was doing you in. you did want to cum so badly, so why couldn’t you?

“i can’t.” you tell her, your eyes now averting her gaze in embarrassment. “i think i’m too stuck in my head or something.” you explain despite the fact that you wanted nothing more than to hide from this moment.

“hey, look at me.” wanda encourages, her finger bringing your chin back to center so she can look at you properly.

“it’s okay—you’re okay. there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” you can tell she’s being sincere. her soft gaze melts you on the spot, but all you can do is stare back like a sad puppy. your lip quivers just slightly.

“baby, come here.” she gets up, gathering you in her arms. she cradles you against her naked chest, her back leaning against the headboard and your legs draped to the side of her.

“you don’t have to finish every time. it’s okay if you can’t sometimes. that’s perfectly normal.” she explains as she runs a hand down the side of your head, smoothing stray pieces of hair behind your ear.

you try to swallow past the guilt you were feeling.

“but… but i don’t want you to feel like you’re doing something wrong. i promise it felt good—really good. i just can’t.. i couldn’t..” you trail off at the end, but you hoped your explanation was good enough that she understood this wasn’t her fault.

she chuckles warmly. the sound catches your attention immediately. what was funny?

“i’m sorry. i’m not laughing at you, i promise. you’re just extraordinarily adorable.” her smile was beaming and it would have been contagious had you not been slightly confused.

“it’s..adorable?” you try to clarify.

“yes. you’ve been lying there trying to get yourself to cum, but the part you’re most worried about is how that’s making me feel as opposed to your own sexual frustration?” she asks with a laugh in her voice.

you pause for a moment, running her question over in your head. “well, yeah.” you shrug like it was a no brainer. “but, i am sexually frustrated too. i just wanted you to know you make me feel so good even when i can’t cum.” you say matter-o-factly.

she tsks, cradling your head tenderly between her hands as she kisses your forehead.

“my sweet girl.” she hums next to your ear before kissing your cheek. when she pulls away to hold your gaze, there aren’t any more traces of humor. just a level of tenderness and sincerity.

her thumb traces along your cheek bone, her eyes drifting to your lips and then back up to your eyes. there’s a small glint there now.

“you wanna suckle on mama and let me keep playing with your little pussy?” the idea has you perking up in an instant, but you still had a small reservation.

“even if i don’t cum?” you check with her, knowing your mind will be much more at ease if she wasn’t expecting that from you.

“even if you don’t cum.” she affirms with a nod, affectionally tracing a line down the slope of your nose.

"Hmmm..." Natasha makes a tiny step to the side and palms the front of Wanda's thigh, pressing the hem of her black skirt and then slowly sliding it up.

Wanda quietly gasps and drops the coconut - which just rolls a little to the rest - both hands flying to grab Natasha's wrist, gently pushing it away. Her voice is high-pitched and comes out as a strained whisper. "Nat, no, no, no! Someone could see-"

But Natasha forces her hand back to her thigh. "Shhhhhhhh..."

"-please-..." Wanda turns her head to meet the other pair of green eyes. Hers are wide and worried, and the others are narrowed and smug.

Natasha presses her body flush against Wanda's once more, and the younger woman stumbles before she's pressed between the older woman and the table. That elicits a moan that shoots through both of them.

"Be a good girl for me..."

"I am, I am, I promise, I just-"

"Nooooo, baby. That's not very good girl of you." Wanda blinks, glancing at Natasha's direction, unable to see her directly, and Natasha smiles. "I just want to make sure... you know?" The redhead asks softly.

"You're making this more obvious than it is. Relax, love. Nobody would watch if we seem causal. Okay?" Natasha murmurs to her ear, eyes looking around.

Wanda's hands take the coconut again, and grip it tighter when Natasha's other hand palms her ass from under the skirt. Wanda gasps and straightens immediately.

Suddenly she is hyper-aware of how naked she actually is. Just a tank top, a skirt and a pair of thick-heeled sandals.

Wanda trusts her watchful gaze and doesn't check for curious eyes when her instincts are screaming at her to do exactly that. "Okay..." She whispers instead, and swallows, eyes fluttering and moving down to the other tropical fruits on the huge display table, genuinely no longer interested at all in the products. Because her brain has been leaking between her legs for a while now.

And then Natasha's fingers brush exactly there.

"Ooo-hooooh..." Natasha chuckles lowly and Wanda's thighs close immediately with a tiny whimper, pressing tight and trapping Natasha's hand there as the older woman drops her head on Wanda's shoulder, sucking in a breath through her teeth. "Mmmmmmmm..."

Wanda can't help but look around now, staring at everyone like a deer in headlights, every innocent stranger walking around and doing their own thing...

She is absolutely right to fear that they might get kicked out of the open market by the security.

Her breath stutters when Natasha's hand starts moving rhythmically.

"N-nat~ Tone it down..." Wanda whispers fast and her legs shake with effort to press harder. "Please, please, baby, I can't-... I'm so embarassed..." Her breathing fastens. Her face is so red.

"Be my good giiiirl..." Natasha purrs instead and nuzzles her nose in Wanda's neck.

Wanda can't help the whiny, little, high-pitched moan when Natasha circles her pretty, needy, little clit...

And the longer these ministrations continue to go on for, Wanda finds herself both even more afraid, and somehow less caring at the same time, about getting caught.

"Oohhhh, you drive me crazy, detkaaa... Listening to what I say, doing as I say, coming with me and spending all morning all comando... Juuust for meeee..."

"Fuck..." Wanda mouths under her breath, and her head relaxes back on Natasha's shoulder, eyelids growing heavy, mouth remaining party open.

"Might have been better to just have gone to the beach instead~ Or the hotel's pool~ Fuck... Or not left the bed at all~" She closes her eyes and grips the edge of the display table.

"Yeees, we'll get to that too~"

Wanda swallows again and blinks hard to ground herself.

"Are you saying this is not fun?" Natasha pouts and prods at Wanda's entrance with one finger, while the rest keep massaging her clit.

"N-no, it is, but... Ohhh... Bad location... Mm-hmmm...."

"Mmm, but you did it for meeee... And I'm so proud of you, babyyy..."

"Y-yeah~"

"Yeaah?"

"Ah-hah~"

"Mhmmm?"

"Fuuuuck!" Wanda clenches her jaw. "I need you... I need to... I... Mh~ Please-"

"Oh, I knooow. Yeeah. Because my fingers make you feel so goood, don't they...?" Natasha presses her cheek against Wanda's.

"Naa-haaaat~"

"Needy baby."

"You couldn't stop... being... filthy... and keep your hands away..." Wanda manages through her teeth, getting frustrated because of the risk and arousal.

Natasha fakes a gasp. "You blame this on meeee?"

"I went out naked, because of you!"

"Oh, so what, in the end it wasn't a deliberate choice of yours?"

Wanda lets out a disgruntled sigh. Natasha snorts, but then notices someone narrowing their eyes at them in confusion and she slows down her movements, discreetly removing her hand away and playing it off as if she was going for a normal hug instead, discreetly stepping away to unglue Wanda from the table and wrapping hands around her abdomen.

"Let's go try some swimming suits. But you may or may not cum in the dressing rooms, I don't know." She shrugs.

Wanda looks at her with annoyance that's there only for comedic effect, and Natasha grins.

"Come on, pretty girl." The redhead pulls the younger woman away from the stall.

"But what about the-"

"There's fruits everywhere. Besides, I need to dehydrate you first."