Nelly(:

50th birthday PT 3

Context- 18+ MDNI migraines, IV set up for pain management, fingering

Summary- you’re at PTMC for a migraine and Jack helps with it

Jack keeps looking back at the door of the room you’re in. Ellis and Shen looked at each other. And then look back at Jack their faces? 100% smug. They clearly see how you being here in the ER in HIS ER is affecting him.

“Are you gonna ask her out?” Ellis speaks up finally.

“What?! No. That’s so unprofessional and unethical..” Jack jerks his head back to them.

“I mean technically it’s not. You met her outside the hospital” Shen says sipping on his Dunkin’ coffee.

Jack just looks at them. And he hears a door open Matteo just left your room finishing the IV set up and then heads to send the blood to the lab and then heads to pharmacy for the banana bag. As another nurse walks in the room taking you to radiology in the bed. You’re slightly curled up on the bed covering your eyes from the fluorescent lights.

Matteo comes back a short while later with the banana bag. “Here’s the banana bag you ordered. For room 5, did you want to wait until the test results came back or do you want me to go ahead and hook it up to her?”

“I’ll hook it up go check on some of the other patients you have.” Jack say leaning up to grab the bag. Shen and Ellis look at each other and then at him. Jack completed ignores them.

The results from your blood tests come back and everything looks relatively normal. Some slight signs of inflammation but that can be normal especially with the migraines. And then the one that made his stomach twist as he scrolled for it. hCG - Negative. He let out a soft breath. Relieved, not that he was concerned you were but it did ease something in his head that from your job you did take those precautions you made him take.

He logs out of the computer when he sees you being wheeled back into the room he heads in with you. “I’m gonna be talking about some sensitive stuff with you are you okay with your friend being in here?” He asks you hoping you get the underlying message I want to talk to you alone.

You nod to your friend and she grabs her bag heading out. “One of the nurses can show you to the coffee station if you want some and we’ll come back and grab you when we’re done.” He says not looking away from you in the dimly lit room. His jaw works hard. He swallows back as you watch his Adam’s apple bob. “Why’d you have to come here?” He asks a little more curtly than he means it to come out.

You scoff out “yeah cause I totally knew you worked here.” You lean back on the bed rolling your eyes.

“I told you I was a doctor.” He grits out, pulling the rolly chair to your bedside where your IV is pulling on the nitrile exam gloves.

“Yeah cause I totally looked you up and found about 1,000 different results in Pittsburgh alone…” you look away from him.

“You looked me up?” Something in his voice seems to crack at that.

You don’t look back at him just yet. “Well you said if I wanted-“

“I know what I said…” he cut you off. “I just wasn’t expecting it to be this way…”

You huff out a laugh “not like I actually planned to be here. This is the one closest to where I live… also I didn’t even know it was you until you spoke. The lights in that room are so dark to protect your anonymity.” You turn your head back to finally look at him.

He lets out a deep sigh. “I’m sorry I was a dick about this. It’s just.. it’s not everyday someone you fucked the night before comes into the hospital the next day..” He huffed out shaking his head.

You can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips. “Well it’s not everyday that you see who fucked you the night before.”

That makes a smile pull at the corner of his lips. He shakes his head looking at the floor. “I really do want to again though. Like fuck.”

You can’t help but laugh. He stands up looping the bag over the IV pole. “Have you ever had one of these?”

You nod “it’s been a while but yes.”

Jack nods “okay so just a reminder. There is some pain relievers some vitamins and Benadryl. So it’s gonna make you pretty sleepy. Well put this on so we can monitor you vitals” he stand up leaning over the bed. You can smell his faint cologne on his the same one from the other night that was so intoxicating. You let out a breath that ran across his skin at his neck. He froze. His head tilted towards you. Your faces mere inches away from each other. “You can’t do that here” his voice comes out slightly choked.

“Do what? Breath?” You ask in a snarky tone.

Something in the tone you just gave him sent a shiver down his spine like he wanted to show you what happens when you try to give him attitude like that. He clenched his jaw so tightly it could crack. You see how his scrub top is draped slightly and lifted when he reached for the monitors. Your fingers couldn’t help themselves. As they reached out grazing along the small bit of skin on his side.

He groaned. Literally groaned like the touch could have made him cum as his body trembled. He shot you a warning look. “You gotta stop.” His voice came out hot and clenched. He let out a deep sigh “I want to fuck you just as bad. But this is my work. I can’t do that here…” he swallows hard. “And you’re a patient which could literally get me fired and get me in a lot of trouble with the board.” He looks at you. He closes his eyes standing back up letting out another breath like trying to focus his mind. He looks up at the ceiling, the walls, the window. He shuts the lights off even more closing the blinds completely everything going against his better judgment just this once. “Sometimes I hear these can help with migraines. I’ll still give you the banana bag but I want to help you.” He pulls the curtains just for an extra safety precautions.

You watch him walk around to your side leaning the bed back.

“Can I touch you?” He asks his voice softer and quieter so only you can hear. You nod softly. He lets out a breath, like this is purely just another day at the hospital helping a patient. He urges you to move over in the bed slightly so he can get on the bed. His gaze rakes over you your body wants to turn towards him but he puts a hand on your hip to stay lying on your back.

His hand trails down playing with the edge of your sweat pants you’re wearing. “You have to be quiet.” His voice is low. In your ear. “Do you understand? If any noise comes out of you I could get in trouble.” His voice is a threat. A warning. You nod fervently understandably. That brings a smile to his lips “Good girl” his voice is low and gravelly when he says it and it makes your skin prickle.

His fingers push up under the band of the sweatpants and the cotton panties you’re wearing. The nitrile gloves still on as his finger circles over your clit, once, twice, thrice. You cover your mouth with your hand to not make any noise. As your over hand comes to his scrub top clutching it in your hands tightly. His knee comes over one of your legs and nudges your legs open a bit more for him to slide his fingers along your slickness. He lets out a low groan he can feel your wetness through the gloves even. “You’re so wet” he croons in his low whisper.

You nod tilting your head slightly to look up at him.

“Are you always this wet?”

You shake your head knowing if you uncover your mouth something unholy will escape your lips.

“Only for me?” He situates himself telling you to lift your head up as he rests his arm under your head.

You nod fervently.

“Fuck— such a good girl for daddy huh?”

You swallow back moans as you can feel your folds get slicker than ever as he traces up and down softly. You nod again for him.

“I’ve read medical articles that said orgasms can help migraines. Maybe you get migraines because your sweet little cunt doesn’t get to enjoy those with those other men” his voice turns a tinge jealous from thinking other men touching you at all. “You want me to make you cum?” His is voice low and gruff.

You nod fervently.

“I wanna hear it from your lips.” His voice is smug knowing you’re having a hard time keeping your moans to yourself. “Ask nicely though. Ask daddy to let you cum.”

You take your hand away from your mouth swallowing hard your breath is shaky as your gaze darts to where is hand is between your legs. “Pl-pl-“ your voice stutters. You clear your throat “please daddy let me cum..” you say through clenched teeth trying not to be too loud. As his fingers stop tracing when you stutter.

You clench his scrub shirt when he stops you have to stifle a groan when you look up at him.

His gaze looks down at you, like you’re the prettiest thing in the world. He has an unreadable expression on his face as he looks at you.

Unforgivingly he shoves two of his thick fingers in your silk walls instantly clamp around him. Your legs wanting to clamp shut put he puts a leg over one of yours so you can’t.

“It’s like your body was fucking made for me.” He murmurs against your temple. The heel of his palm starts pressing against your clit as his fingers pull up against your warm silky walls. Your eyes flutter. “You like that?” His voice is smooth.

You nod. Even with all the noise outside the room it feels quiet and steady in this room right now. Just you and Jack. The soft squelching of you and his fingers fills your head.

“Think you can cum for daddy? You’re gonna have to be real quiet though. Or else daddy is gonna get in a lot of trouble.” He croons out.

You nod again shoving your face into his shoulder to muffle any noise coming from your lips.

He has a smug smile on his face as he starts to make his fingers pull up against your g-spot and the heel of his palm pressed against your clit but faster now. You fist his shirt as you can start to feel it building in your stomach. “Jack— I’m—“ you mumble out voice muffled so only he can hear.

“Let go.. I’m right here.” As if on queue your walls start to cramp around him your high feeling just as good as the last time he made you cum. Your body trembles. “That’s a good girl” he whispers in your ear. “Cum for daddy.”

When he feels your walls not clamping on his fingers anymore he slowly withdraws his fingers you almost whine as he does. Not wanting his fingers to leave. He shifts on the bed bringing his gloved fingers to his mouth tasting your sweetness as he hums. “Next time I want to taste you with my face between your legs okay?” His voice back to the raspy doctor voice. You just nod. Your head still in bliss.

He takes the gloves off getting new ones. “How’s your head?”

“S-still hurts a little.”

He nods “but not as much as before?”

You shake your head.

“Good.” He grabs the bag of fluids as he hooks the line up to your IV. “Can I have your phone?”

Your eyes finally open. As you unlock your phone giving it to him. You don’t see what he does it looks like he’s typing so maybe he’s putting in his number? Your stomach flutters at the thought

“I texted myself. So you have my number now. I would really like to take you to dinner or breakfast or whatever” he hands you your phone back.

“Yeah I’d like that” your voice is soft but there’s a hint of a smile behind it. He puts his hand on your thigh. Squeezing it once a smile comes to his lips.

“Text me if you need me. Those nurse call buttons hardly work.” He says as he takes off his gloves and opens and then shuts the door quietly.

A/N - as someone who works in the healthcare field yes you can actually feel wetness through the gloves. It won’t go through the gloves but you can feel the wetness of fluids it’s WILD.

18+ MDNI

Perv!JackAbbot

You have been working out hard the last 4 months. Like hard and consistent. Sometimes you don’t even really see that you’ve made any progress because you see yourself in the mirror. But you can feel the muscles in your legs but if you’re walking around you don’t really see them but everyone else in the Pitt? Can definitely tell.

One day your scrubs feel a little tight around your thighs and ass. You brushed it aside for the scrubs being freshly washed.

You come into work half tired because the workout from the morning kicked your ass. Still having some of the smell of sweat on you. Jack notices everything about you. No matter if it’s a new shampoo, new body wash whatever it is. He saw the way those scrubs hugged the curve of your hips and the side profile of your ass, was hard for him to look away from. He called himself a tits guy but the way that your ass looked in your scrubs had him hard in an instant.

He tried so hard to hide it walking over to you he already had a limp from standing on his good foot for the past few hours. Because of course he came in early to help Robby. He looked around making sure no one else but him was looking. He slugged off his jacket he had been wearing as if he could pull it down to hide painfully hard erection.

He limped to the bathroom going into the stall so he could sit. This was going to be a long shift. Especially if you were walking around all cheeked up on a Wednesday night. He palmed his erection letting out a huffy groan that he had to keep quiet.

He knew you were going to the gym trying new things but he wasn’t expecting that much of a difference! He felt like a creep palming his dick through his scrub pants from the quick look of your ass in the scrubs. Does he care? Not really.

He shoves the scrubs down just low enough so his dick is out he starts rubbing his hand down his length groaning slightly. He has never once done anything like this-at work at least. To the thought of one of the medstudents… He didn’t care he pushed that thought out of his mind he didn’t care is he was a perv or creepy. It barely crossed his mind.

He bit his lip to help muffle the moans that were escaping his throat. And when he felt the tension build in his spine he stood up turning around to not make a mess he did know better than to make a mess of his scrubs or the bathroom. How humiliating would it be to call EVS to clean up his own mess?

He leaned over the toilet for a moment. Catching his breath. He was in for a long night. He shoved his now soft dick back in his scrubs flushing the toilet washing his hands and then walking back out of the bathroom like nothing had even happened. He sloughed off his jacket he was wearing putting it over your shoulders. “Patients are going to get distracted and will try to grope you walking around with that” he says calmly to you.

You look up at him confused like was that a compliment? Or was he telling you to wear more modest scrubs?

Jack looks back at you as he keeps walking to go take care of one of his patients seeing how the jacket flows and covers your perfect ass. Which he would have to get behind and absolutely rail the living daylights out of you from behind.

The Night Tech P2

Context - 18+ MNDI! Imagining things, dirty thoughts, patient trauma, crushing hard, thoughts of touching, mention of drugs.

Pairing- labtech!reader x Jack Abbot

Summary- the night goes on until there’s a trauma in ER and you have to take blood down to the ER and he looks at you.

A/n I know this one kind of has a lot of technical terms and such, if you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask! ☺️

The night wore on agonizingly slow as you finished up the Qc (quality control). So you decided to go into your office to do some unfortunately boring paperwork. Going through charts reviewing the QC to make sure that everything was in the ranges (which was one of your best qualities).

You stood up from your desk needing to stretch a little bit so you took the order sheet and headed to the walk in fridge. You went through all the reagents for the tests making sure you were up to par or even slightly above. Checking what you needed to order more or less of. It was a tedious task but it needed to be done. And it usually fell on you because nights were slower. Boy could you do with something exciting right now. You went back into your office opening up the search engine and placing the order for the tests. You leaned back in your chair looking up at the ceiling.

You let out a deep breath and there it was. Your needy cunt pulsing. Your thoughts went back to the way Dr. Abbot licked his lips. Imagining how his thick tongue would feel against yours. And then of course kissing down over your breasts kneading them softly, nipping at them sucking them, lapping them until your nipples are hard peaks. Until he’s satisfied. Kissing further and further until he’s nipping at the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs his stubble scratching slightly moving inward more until he’s so close you can feel his breath on your aroused clit and already dripping cunt from barely anything. “So needy” you imagine him saying his voice smooth as velvet but you can feel it vibrating through your needy cunt making your drip. Thinking about digging your heel into his shoulder trying to edge him closer. But of course this man is built like a tank and doesn’t budge.

A knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts “fuck..” you can’t seem to even day dream about the man properly… you look in the blacked out screen of your computer noticing how flushed your face it you’ll make up some excuse about it.

“Yes?” You stand opening your door and it’s one of the baby lab techs (newly hired).

“Umm.. there’s an emergency down in the ER and they are needing more blood how..” she tries to get out but you’re already moving brain already switching to work mode.

“ER can get how ever many Packed red blood cells they need but they need to be following our protocol. As per the united blood association..” you point to a board in blood bank. “We need to start thawing plasma as well. And get the platelets ready.” You don on your lab coat, gloves, and eye protection. “Just pull the segments from the tubing which are the little bits of the packed RBC’s for later testing— pull two segments and label them with the barcode pull two barcodes one for the trauma sheet and one for our records.” You move around with smooth swiftness of course you do you’ve done this about 100 times. Especially here in Pittsburgh. There were tat least three traumas a night. If it’s not a drive by or stabbing it’s a bar fight gone wrong.

You call down to the ER and one of the nurses picks up “hi this is Y/N from the lab the trauma there is it a male or female?” You ask in a calm voice. And the nurse replies with a female. “How old?” You ask “26” you nod giving her a quick thanks and then hang up. “Okay so this is very important to remember we use Oneg blood for any female that is premenopausal or still having intact sexual organs because there is an antibody called Kell and this antibody if introduced into her system while she is in child bearing ages can cause serious birth defects. So…” you walk over to the fridge pulling out a drawer with dark red blood in bags “we want to make sure to give Kell negative units. All of these on this shelf have already been tested” you point at the label “and show they are Anti-K -which is an alternative name for it -negative.”

You start pulling four units out and you put on a temp sticker “if they don’t use it and bring it back we have to have the temperature sticker on it and if it’s not cold enough we can’t use it once they are out of temp and have to dispose them. And an uncrossmatched sticker obviously because we don’t have blood to cross match to make sure it’s okay. But you know Oneg is the universal donor” you give her a quick smile showing her how to pack it into the cooler grabbing paperwork for the trauma and have her follow you. “When they use all their units down there then we have to start bringing our own down to them so we can start calling for more to come.”

You both walk down the hall and to the elevator and head up to the ER. It’s chaos as per usual. You head to one of the trauma room s seeing Abbot and he spots you giving you a quick nod. You try to stuff the thoughts from earlier down this is a trauma not some time to be horny. You step inside the door.

“I have four more units and then we have plasma being thawed right now. What can I do?” You ask him as he’s intubating the patient. He doesn’t speak for a moment until the end tidal is green he uses the back of his hand to scratch his greying curls. “We received the tubes for the patient just a bit ago so they should be on the analyzers right now for getting her type and checking for any unknown antibodies.” Which if there are that can complicate things. Which could mean she has either had previous transfusions and had a reaction - a whole other level- or she is Rh negative and having a baby - Rh negative moms get rhogam to prevent maternal antibodies from crossing over into the fetus and thinking the fetus is a foreign thing that it needs to attack both possibilities are not easy but the ladder is easier to deal with and easy to navigate.

Jack shakes his head “no I think we are okay for the moment things seem to be stabilizing right now. But you never know how things can go at the drop of a hat.” He looks at you and then the baby tech standing slightly behind you.

“He won’t bite” you tease the baby tech but secretly? You’re wishing he did. That he would claim you and mark you. That may sound a bit werewolf-esk but the thought of him marking and claiming you? Sent another greedy pulse to your cunt.

“Unless you get a couple drinks in him” he retorted raising his eyebrows once at you either a smirk on his lips. Your eyes flick down to his lips. The baby tech lets out a small laugh at his joke. He raises an eyebrow. But shakes it off. He looks back at the patient, one of the nurses Matteo is stabilizing something that is protruding from the patients arms.

Your phone buzzes it’s a text from one of the other tech “plasma and platelets ready.” You look back up at Jack “the plasma and platelets are ready we’ll be right back” you say in a calm voice to Jack he nods watching you and the other tech walk away.

Sometimes he thinks to himself what those pretty lips would feel like around his hard cock you looking up at him through those fake lashes. He did think you looked hot with them he could tell that you needed a fill soon though. One of the clerks Garcia pointed them out to him that she knew the girl that you went to get your lashes filled from. He loved the look of them how they made it look like you wore make up without actually wearing any. They made the color of your eyes pop even more. Don’t get him wrong he would still find you attractive even if you didn’t wear the lashes but something about them just made you feel more confident in yourself and he liked seeing that confidence in you. There were times where he wanted to show up to that damn salon on his days off saying that he was your boyfriend or something like that and wanted to pay for the lashes but he figured that was maybe a little to forward so instead paying for them directly he would casually buy gift cards for the salon and hand them to the lab director (who was on days) saying that one of the nurses on nights bought them but couldn’t use them and that the nurses knew you went there or some other bullshit hr would come up with sometimes he would just slide an envelope under your office door with your name printed on the front no clue as to who’s handwriting it was he always had someone else write your name so the handwriting was different every time. He never wanted a thank you or anything like that. He knew you liked them and wanted you to keep getting them especially if you were that confident with them. Kinda made his dick hard.

You went upstairs grabbing the freshly thawed plasma and platelets bringing them back to the ER but, you told the tech to stay so she could finish out her duties and start working on processing the patients lab work and getting her type going and running an antibody screen to make sure she was okay for getting those units. You packed the plasma and platelets in a small cooler it was bright red that had PTMC LABORATORY plastered all over it with the biohazard symbols as well. You made it back to the ER trauma bay that Jack was in you just stared for a moment as they were getting ready to pull the object from the patients arm. You stepped inside the door. Jack looked up for half a second and then back down. As they slowly pulled the object out of her arm.

The tourniquet is tight around her bicep so the bleeding is very minimal as they locate and ligate any veins or arteries that were bleeding. “Well looks good let get this bad boy sutured up.” Jack says when they release the tourniquet and nothing else is bleeding.

Your phone buzzes and you pull it out looking at the results from the toxicology screen and the. Look up at Jack “tox screen positive for meth and amphetamines…” you scroll further down “holy sh—“ you zoom in handing the cooler to his nurse “her liver enzymes are critically high…” you look wt the patient putting on gloves pulling the patients shirt up slightly seeing bruising all over and then you open her eyelids softly seeing the jaundice -yellowing of the eyes. And then look at Jack. “She’s in liver failure…”

Jack looks back at the patient noticing the bruising and the yellowing of her eyes and then you show him the lab results. That clearly show liver failure. “And you don’t think you’re one of the most important person here..” he nudges you.

You roll your eyes but you feel a blush creeping up your neck at the nudge. “Nope still you.”

thank you for enjoying a little bit more of this story! And having a small Jack POV 🤪

The Bartender.

Context- 18+ MDNI, mention of alcohol, imagining sexual situations, masterbation, mention of the shooting from season one, implied age gap

Summary- you’re a bartender at a bar down the street from PTMC and some of the attending come there after the shooting from the first season.

You’ve been a bartender at this little dive bar that was a few blocks down from the hospital. It wasn’t uncommon to see some of the doctors, nurses, and other hospital employees come in after a long shift sometimes even coming over during their lunches to grab some food- until one night. It was a deviating day for the Pittsburgh area. With the massive shooting that happened at the music festival. It felt like The whole city went quiet that day. It was hard on everyone. You couldn’t imagine what the hospitals were like that day. Filled to the brim with victims and mass casualties. The trauma that had to have caused on everyone there..

You were working that night. It sank deep into your bones having to work the night after that day of the trauma. You could see the look on everyone’s faces. They were clearly not feeling it either. Your regulars came in and even they were down in the dumps. The music was down low as if in remembrance of what happened today.

Which you were okay with the music sometimes cause headaches. You were cleaning some glasses behind the bar when the bell rung you saw Robby -who was one of those regulars. After long hard shifts you expected he would be in. And a few other people walk in behind him. Some new faces your never seen. You walk over to where he sits at the bar grabbing his usual handing it to him. And there’s another guy who sits next to him a little bit more silver in his hair and clear exhaustion on his face. “Who’s your friends Robby?” You ask not looking away from this man. He was clearly good looking.

“Have a few new interns at the hospital. He points to each one. This is Melissa, Dennis and Trinity” pull your gaze away from the man to look at each one “are y’all old enough to be in here?” You raise an eyebrow at them and they all hand you their ID’s showing they are all in fact old enough but just barely.

“And this is my night shift attending Jack” Robby puts a hand on Jack’s back.

You nod looking at Jack “What can I get started?”

“What you got?” Jack finally speaks up.

“Whatever tickles your fancy doctor” you smile. He smirks and it’s a little smug.

“I’m can I just get a domestic?” One of the inters asks pretty sure it’s Dennis.

“We got em all which one you want?” Your gaze finally leaves Jack to look at Dennis. His face flushes slightly like he’s not sure. “I’ll pick one for you” you say squaring down grabbing a pint tilting the glass at one of the taps and then hand it to him “this one’s a bit on the lighter side less alcohol percentage” and then Mel asks for something frilly “hang on” you tell her turning around to grab different things filling up a glass and hand it to her and then the other girl Trinity says she’ll have what ever Robby is having so you uncap a bottle handing it to her.

You raise your eyebrow at Jack “just whiskey” he says and you nod reaching for a glass.

“Got a specific one in mind?” You raise an eyebrow at him. He just shakes his head.

“Whatever tickles your fancy” he repeats back with a smirk on his lips. Your gaze drops to his lips for a moment before stepping away.

You had over to the whiskey shelf turning back to look at him and then at the shelf like which one will be the best? As you reach up grabbing one of the older ones from closer to the top. Pulling it down and then taking the glass over to the ice fridge reaching in with the tongs to grab a giant cube. And then coming back over to pour the whiskey over the top of the ice. Sliding it to him. He reaches for the glass with his right hand. And slowly lifts it to his lips. Your gaze drops to his lips and how they form around the glass smooth and subtle. And then back to his eyes he’s still watching you as he takes the swig. The way his bottom lip comes to cup the rim of the glass almost makes you imagine what those lips would feel like on your skin, on your cunt. You blink the thoughts away. Looking at other customers. Anywhere but at him.

And that’s when you see it. When your gaze flicks down seeing the big thick band around his ring finger.

Fuck.

Of course you imagined a married man’s lips on your cunt. You huff out going to check on some other customers not even saying anything to them as you leave. You shake your head. Fuck now you were probably going to inevitably end up seeing him a lot more even if it’s unintentional. The hospital was so close. You beat yourself up internally you’re not some home wrecker or anything like that. But fucking hell if you had the chance? You know you would. I mean who wouldn’t? With a face like that he knew he was attractive.

You go about your night serving a few other customers. Trying and failing to not look back at Jack with Robby and the other little baby interns. But Robby flags you down you try to steal yourself for the interaction giving a polite smile as he tries to slide his card to you “for my interns and Jack’s whiskey” he tries to offer.

You shake your head “tonight’s on the house guys. We all saw what happened. Had to be a hell of a day.”

“No come on..” Robby insists, but you shake your head again.

“No I insist. Just a bit of a thank you for all the hard work you all do” you sneak a glance at Jack and he’s just watching you.

“I know that will come out of your paycheck.” Robby raises an eyebrow at you.

“Robby you know Steve if I tell him you came in and ordered a few drinks” you raise your hands. “Swept under the rug” you laugh.

Robby wasn’t about to take no for an answer. But he put the card back in his wallet pulling out a $20. “A tip then?” You huff our rolling your eyes but take it from him folding it and then stuffing it in your bra. Jack doesn’t ever take his eyes off you and you get goosebumps from his intense scare. You’re not sure whether it’s turning you on or because of how intense it is.

“Nice to meet you” Jack says putting his hand out for you to shake his hand and you shake it, his hands are calloused and worn from a life well lived. Your mind immediately going to how they would feel slipping between your wet folds. You clear your throat pulling your hand out of his fast and then wiping it on the napkin not because his hands are dirty. But almost trying to wipe the feeling away.

“Have a goodnight Robby.”

“Yup you too. Don’t stay out too late now.” Robby huffs out like you were his child.

“Yeah okay thanks dad.” You flip him off and he just chuckles. You look at Jack one more time averting your gaze almost immediately.

“Have a good night kiddo” Jack says as he stands up from the chair. And you give him a brief nod.

“Thanks” you say a little more curtly than intended.

“That was really good by the way! Thank you!” The guy you think’s name was Dennis spoke up and you let out a breathy laugh

“No problem. Just remember we’re open during the day too we’ve got some pretty good food for a bar.”

He nods “I’ll try to stop by if I can.” He gives you a polite smile.

“We offer a 20% discount for healthcare workers. And Monday’s, Wednesday’s, and Friday’s we have lunches already packed up. We know how valuable lunch breaks can be for you guys.”

He drums the counter “oh that’s really good to know! I’ll definitely stop by when I can,” his smile is warm. Oh how you wish you could see smiles like that on doctor’s faces again.

They all walk out the door and Jack hangs back for a moment waiting for everyone to exit. Giving you one last wave and you nod curtly looking away again and he steps outside.

“Holy fuck what was that?” One of your coworker’s Alexandra looks at you with a look on her face. “That doctor totally had fuck me eyes at you.”

You scoff out as you raise your left hand wiggling your ring finger at her “he’s married.”

“And? That don’t stop men?” She raises an eyebrow at you and you just shake your head.

“I’m not about to be a home-wrecker and have some angry ass wife come in here tryna start a fight with me because her husband wanted to sleep with me.” You raise your eyebrows at here with an incredulous look. She just shrugs.

“Man walks like he’s hung” she says and you scoff out. But your eyes betray you looking out the window at him walking across the street. He has a slightly limp to his walk. But compared to Robby he does have a slightly different stride.

The rest of the night goes on and it’s annoyingly slow. But for good reason unfortunately. They send you home early because of it. And once you’re through the door of your apartment you kick your shoes off and immediately throwing the keys on the counter flopping on the couch. Your body aching from standing. And unfortunately so is your needy clit. The way Jack looked at you like he wanted to eat you. His thick fingers and how much they would stretch you one by one. The way his bottom lip gently pressed against the rim of the glass your hand snakes down your body unbuttoning the jeans sticking your hands in the jeans feeling how soaked your panties are on the outside. It aches to be touched. And you know you want to.

“He’s married. Probably has two kids and a freaking dog for the kids or something like that..” you remind yourself. Standing up shoving your pants down and heading to the shower.

——-

A few days later you’re back at the bar you hadn’t seen Robby or any of the interns come in yet. Or even Jack for that matter but it didn’t matter because he was married. Probably had kids. They were probably your age maybe slightly younger. You groan of course he was practically old enough to be your dad. What was your problem? Finding a man that could be the same age as your dad attractive? You huff out a laugh at the thought ridiculous.

The bell rings and you look up. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You think to yourself. “How can I help you?” You come over to him where he’s standing at the bar.

“I called and made an order to go. For the whole department.” He’s pulling his wallet out.

“WOW that was big of you.” You give him a small smile. He just shrugs.

“Helps with moral sometimes.”

“Ahh yeah moral.” You turn around heading to the area where all the foods for takeaway is set and you grab a couple of boxes bringing them over. “I can help you bring it over.” You say after taking his card “can I see your badge?”

He raises an eyebrow. Confused.

“We have a 20% discount for healthcare workers I need a quick picture of your ID with the ticket so we can track stuff.”

“Ahhh yeah okay” he unclips his badge handing ot to you and your fingers connect again in a brief moment but that brief moment sends want straight to your core. Your breath catching slightly and your face flushing. You look at his badge that says “JACK ABBOT MD PTMC” and seeing the MD on his badge just does something to you. “Your ID?” You ask next he raises an eyebrow.

“You don’t think that’s real?”

“It’s not that I don’t think it’s real I just need to confirm…” you pause “one of our regulars tried to come in a while ago with a badge that clearly wasn’t his so we have to do double checks now” you say honestly. He doesn’t say anything as he opens his worn wallet again not huffing or sighing like it was a waste of time as he hands you his ID this time your fingers don’t connect as his are on one of the far corners.

“Did he not feel what I felt?” You think to yourself. You try to push past the hurt. But he was married anyway so why would it matter?

You keep repeating to yourself he’s married, he’s married, he’s married.

You finish the transaction handing all his cards and badge back. As you hand one box to him and then grabbed the other one “I’ll be back in a few.” You tell your coworkers and they just give you a thumbs up. He holds the door open for you. You give him a quick thanks.

It’s awkward. So very awkward. It’s sweet, it’s quiet at this time of night.

“So do you have a boyfriend?..” he pauses “or girlfriend? Whatever the kids are into these days…” he doesn’t look at you and you nearly trip over nothing choking on your words.

“Oh uh yeah…” total lie. You hadn’t been with anyone in almost 2 year. You could practically apply to be a nun at this point.

“Oh nice.” His voice is flat. Lacking any emotion.

“Yeah..” the conversation ends there.

You telling the man of your dreams probably that you are in a relationship because what else can you do? He’s married for fucks sake.