Slightlyunhingeddumpingground

Everything went still, I don’t think anyone even dared to breathe. My scrubs were covered in slick and I could feel an uncomfortable heat and throbbing burning through my body. Everything was more intense. Scents were 10000x stronger, lights were brighter, and it was like I could pick up on every little change in the environment to the way Abbots heart rate spread up and his scent became stronger, Danielle’s scent was laced with annoyance, and my own heart rate had spiked causing my vision to blur and my head to swim. I felt a steady hand clamp around my wrist tugging me into a patient room, a warm and earthy scent surrounding me. “Langdon.” I whisper softly, my voice didn’t even sound like my own voice. The older beta looked at my sympathetically and it was like that was the catalyst to make the world turn again. I heard Abbot growl low and sharp watching as Robby and Dana ran over to him while Danielle stood outside watching me with a smirk.

“Let’s get you more comfortable kid.” His voice soft grounding presence to the chaos unfolding outside. I could vaguely hear Robby chuckle dryly something about ‘sure let’s add screaming, crying, and misplaced hormones onto things I’ll be supervising today’. Abbot was audibly growling his scent strong and intense while Dana was going off about why Danielle was still down here.

“I…I didn’t mean to…I…” I whisper softly finally finding my voice and looking up at Langdon with soft eyes that honestly were about to explode with tears. Because what the actual fuck? I go my whole life without having a heat and the ONE DAY I run out of my suppressants I have a flown blown heat in front of the entire ED including my attending who I had a massive crush on who surprise surprise was just like the rest of the alpha jerk offs and was sleeping with a slutty beta. He moves around the room turning the lights off, pulling the blinds closed and hooking me up to monitors. My pulse was tacky 135, whether that was from the heat or the resulting chaos who knew.

“Not your fault kid, let’s just keep it nice and quiet yeah?” He asks and I nod curling up in the blankets on the bed. I flinch when I hear Abbot mumble something about how much of an inconvknence it was to have an omega on the floor and why the fuck did Danielle have to come down here and stir shit up?

“I made Abbot mad” I whisper softly looking up at Langdon and he shakes his head looking at the chaos outside before turning back to me and motioning for me to scoot over. I do and he lays beside me in the bed and I automatically curl up against the older beta letting his scent sooth me

“He’s not mad at you, he’s mad at the situation. A situation he made himself mind you” Clearly Langdon wasn’t thrilled about whatever Abbot had going on with Danielle either. And he clearly wasn’t happy the older nurse had come down here just to antagonize me and harass me. “You alright kid?” He whispers softly looking down at me and I hide further in his neck.

“Do you think I could go home?” I ask softly peeking up at him and he nods before unhooking the machines. He opens the door and everything pauses as all eyes turn to me. I can feel Abbots intense gaze on me and I intentionally avoid looking at him. Robby and Dana are both keeping one eye on Abbot one eye on me watching carefully. Danielle smirks seeing me distraught and walks over to Abbot.

“Are you this worked up for me Jack?” She says in what I assume she thinks is a seductive manner. The older man growls shoving her away with a bit more force than necessary. Robby runs a hand over his obviously exhausted face backing Jack away from the both of us.

“Everyone just needs to take a deep breath. Danielle I’m not even really sure why you’re down here but I can make a call upstairs. Jack, brother, hold it together thinks an ED and you’re treating it like a circus” Robby’s tense and gravelly tone cut through the ED and I whimper softly feeling everyone gaze on me obviously seeing how I was holding up after this whole fucking fiasco which just made me want to cry more.

“Poor puppy, can’t handle pack dynamics?” Danielle taunts cocking her head to the side. Dana makes a comment about peds nurses knowing their place, Jack and Robby go back and forth over the Danielle situation and my heat and everything just feels too much all at once. I whimper tears running down my face my hands covering my ears as I slowly sink to the ground at Langdons side.

“ALRIGHT ENOUGH” The older Beta growls loudly catching everyone’s attention and I peek my head up to gaze at him. “Goddamn no wonder she’s so upset and wants to go home. Danielle you’re a slutty Peds nurse beta who clings desperately to whatever alpha she’s fucking for social status. Abbot you’re a slutty attending who’s fucking with a beta while you’re imprinting on your new omega nurse. Dana you’re just making everyone more agitated, and Robby man it’s your fucking ED. Do something.” I blink owlishly up at him as he picks me up “I’m taking her home”. That seems to awaken something in Abbot because he moves in front of Langdon blocking his path and growing.

I had finally gotten into the flow of things at PTMC. Mostly kept my head down and avoided talking to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. Not because they were mean per se but it became abundantly clear that everyone else had grown up in packs or at least a pack like structure and I didn’t want to sound like a complete idiot. I could get by if only Doctor Abott thought I was an inept omega god forbid if everyone else found out. In fact things had been going so well I guess it shouldn’t have really been a huge surprise that my luck would eventually run out.

“Oh shit, shit, shit” I mumble to myself seeing the empty heat suppressant box in my bag digging around desperately in my locker to see if I had even just one that I might had missed in a packet to hold me over. Of course I would make an idiotic mistake, I was getting too comfortable in my wolf skin thanks to Abbot, I had slacked and forgotten to call in a refill for my suppressants which I usually did like clockwork. Of course I had to run out on night one of twelve straight shifts. I sigh and bite my lip anxiously, surely it would be okay, one night of missing a suppressant wouldn’t hurt anything. I slam my locker shut and walk out to central giving Lena and Dana a small smile before looking up at the boards.

“There’s people dying pup, pick someone and get moving.” I turn my head quickly to see Abbot walking in beside Robby the older men looking at a tablet likely talking about patient turnover. It was eerie how intune the older man was he didn’t even have to look up to know it was me at Central.

“I was just um….” I trail off awkwardly. I didn’t know Robby very well and didn’t know how much Abbot had told him. He seemed nice enough, a beta that I would have thought was an Alpha if Abbot hadn’t taught me the difference in undertones. My second night here he had grabbed everyone’s old scrubs and let me sniff them to help me remember everyone better and told me where everyone fell. He was an Alpha, Samira was an Alpha, and Dana was an Alpha. Robby, and Langdon were both Betas, and Dennis and Cassie were both Omegas. How was I supposed to explain I hadn’t actually retained anything I had read because I was too worried about going into heat at work. The older man looked up and raised an eyebrow.

“Something you need to share pup?” No. No abbot I did not need to share with everyone that I had been careless and not refilled my suppressants. “Then quit standing there like you’re a goddamn puppy. Every minute you stand around is a minute someone decompensates which I can’t afford. If you can’t keep up then I don’t need you here.” His jaw ticks and his eyes burn causing me to shrink back at his harsh demeanor. It wasn’t like Jack and I were besties but he had never snapped at me before.

“Come on kid, you can help me in Central 18.” Dana whispers putting her hand on my shoulder and I see Robby clearly laying into Abbot as I peer at them over my shoulder. I help Dana drain the abscess and redress it before providing discharge instructions. I bite my lip softly wondering if I should ask, it was embarrassing but I wasn’t about to ask Abbot.

“Dana do you think…do you think I could get an emergency refill on my geat suppressants from the pharmacy?” I whisper softly. The older woman stops and turns around looking at me with kind eyes. “I’m normally on top of these things but I guess I just forgot and I was supposed to start them today and-“ she cuts me off laying a hand on my shoulder.

“Supressants aren’t good for you long term kid, you don’t have a partner?” I shake my head no softly and she looks at me as if considering something. “Alright come with me” I follow along behind the older woman avoiding the concerns stare that Abbot was trying to hide behind non chalance. The older woman opened her locker and pulled out a hoodie. “Wear this, it’s got an alphas scent that way if your heat does start you won’t have to file a sexual harassment claim again the jerk off Alpha attendings. And we’ll see about getting you a refill tomorrow, but I really think you should talk to someone about this. Have you talked to Abbot?” I bite my lip and shake my head no softly. Dana gives me one more tight smile before clapping me on the shoulder and leaving for home. Abbot stops in the middle of the hallway and tenses before his gaze snaps to mine his jaw clenching and unclenching.

“Why do you smell like Dana, pup?” He asks voice gruff and eyebrow raised. I swallow thickly not sure what to say because it was embarrassing enough to talk about it with Dana let alone the older man that was twice my age and I had a massive crush on. “I thought I told you if you have questions you come to me?” His voice a low growl and a small whimper leaves my throat.

“Jack!” Both our heads turn to the voice and I see a pretty woman probably mid thirties with her hair braided back and a smirk on her face. Was this like in porn when the woman thought she was being seductive but really she just looked constipated? “And who’s this little puppy?” Her voice was playful but her eyes were anything but. Malice shone brightly in them and I felt Abbot stiffen and clear his throat.

“What’s Peds doing down here?” He avoids the question all together and looks like he wants to be anywhere but talking to her. She ignores his question and circles me carefully like she’s scoping out new pray. “Danielle” his growl and low warning and she chuckles softly, aggressively.

“Just came for a consult on the Jane Doe, and to see if you were busy” the innuendo not lost on me and I sneered in disgust. Really Abbot? Here I was thinking you were some old school gentleman but all it takes is a slutty looking nurse and your dick is hard? We need to talk about your standards. It was then I noticed the scent. Her scent was strange, it had the typical beta scent, not really my thing but pleasant enough. Maybe I just didn’t like hers because I didn’t like HER. But then I caught the alpha scent underneath like it was hiding. Oh…OH suddenly it made sense. They had a thing in the past, or were currently having a thing, whatever the thing was it didn’t involve a socially inept omega and that actually hurt worse than anything else.

“I um…there’s a patient in South 14 and I have to…” I trail off fighting back the tears in my eyes because this was just a shitty day over all and I just wanted to go home. “Excuse me Doctor Abbot” I whimpered softly and I can see the Peds nurse (Danielle), smirking like she won a prize.

“Pup-“

“I’m not a goddamn pup I am a fucking adult. And I don’t have the time nor the patience for emotionally constipated Alphas or social climbing slutty Betas. I may not have grown up with a pack but I can see when I’m clearly being bullied and dismissed” my voice was louder than I meant for it to be and now everyone including the left over day shift residents and Robby were openly staring at us. Danielle looked appalled that I had the audacity to speak my mouth, surprise bitch, and abbots eyes narrowed his nostrils flaring in anger and his scent became stronger. I was about to make a grand dramatic exit and hide in embarrassment when I felt slick running down my thighs. Abbots body went completely rigid before he scented the air once a low growl leaving his lips.

I bite my lip softly staring at the tall, stretching building against the soft orange and purple of the setting sun behind it. Thirty-one…thirty-two… I had spent the last five minutes watching patients and doctors alike walk through the sliding doors the deep breathing and counting doing nothing to calm the anxious jitters making my hands shake worse than a Parkinson’s patient. I take a deep breath letting it out slowly. Pittsburgh was a fresh start, no one here knew my father…my mother….that I was alone omega living off heat suppressants and pure spite at this point.

I swallow thickly taking my first few steps in watching the pure madness and chaos unfold around me. Nurses cursing under the breath as they take on more orders from doctors on their already full workload. Doctors barking at everyone from their patients to the janitors because they’re over caffeinated, underfed, adrenaline junkies with bleeding hearts and are one patient away from losing their shit. Various noises coming from patients in various degrees of pain and consciousness. All in all the kind of shit show I would expect an adrenaline junkie with a bleeding heart to flourish well in.

“Well, well looks like we have a lost little wolf.” I turn my head slightly to the left and see two older woman, easily early fifties eyeing me with playful smirks and soft eyes. The kind of attitude that says they’ve seen plenty of shit, take no shit, but will rock someone’s shit if they so much as raise their voices at the nurses. Definitely the charge nurses and exactly what I was looking for.

“I um…I-I’m new here and this is my first shift” I inwardly cringe at how small and pathetic I sounded once I stammer through my very obvious explaination to the two older woman. No shit I’m new here and this is my first shift, why did I say that like it was a possibility I had been working here and had just hidden myself away in a corner? I startle slightly when a bag is thumped down on the counter beside me and I look over to see an older man with silver curly hair, dressed in black scrubs and a permanent resting bitch face scowl etched on his face. Grumpy and seasoned enough to see some shit, not so old that his soul had been sucked out. Definitely an attending on this shift.

“This is Dr. Jack Abbot, our night shift supervising attending.” The red head says a small smile on her face, Lena, according to her badge. The older man eyes me in what I assume is supposed to be an apprrasial. His nostrils flare slightly as if scenting something and his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. I cock my head to the side eyeing him curiously. Something about the older man intriguing me and pulling me towards him almost like an invisible string.

“Are you an alpha?” I ask the older man leaning in slightly and sniffing him again catching the scent of something masculine and well…like dominance if dominance had a smell. Like old leather, amber, mixed with sweat and antiseptic. I see his lip twitch in an almost smirk. Lena and Dana looking up from their paperwork to look at us over their glasses. “Oh was that um…inapprorpriate?” I ask the older man worried I had somehow offended him from my lack of basic wolf social interaction skills. “I just um…I haven’t really been around many alphas but you smell different and-“ I trail off as he holds up a hand before gazing down at me like he was trying to decode Latin.

“You always this chatty little pup?” The older man asks his voice gruff and laced with dry humor. Oh…oh he was laughing at me. I had embarrassed myself in front of the older man and possibly the rest of the nursing staff.

“I-“

“Let’s go you’re with me.” He says not looking at me and reaching for an IPad before walking off in the direction of a woman wailing in pain. I look at the two nurses my eyes wide with terror and embarrassment both older women waving me off and I scurry after the older man keeping my head down and intent on not saying anything else that would make me look like a complete fool. I keep. Y eyes focused on the floor fiddling with my ID badge and handing Doctor Abbot instruments as he sutures the patients deep head lac.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to be nosy-“

“Did your alpha not teach you manners?” He asks putting the instruments down and leading me out of the patient room before opening the door to an empty room watching me with a raised eyebrow. I bite my lip softly shuffling my feet feeling myself whether under his gaze. Yep definitely an alpha, and he was not at all amused by my questions.

“I don’t…I don’t really have an alpha?” I whisper framing it as more of a question because I wasn’t quite sure how much I was supposed to share. I chance a glance up and the older man was watching me his gaze stoic but eyebrow raised clearly waiting for me to continue so I take a deep breath. “My dad was an alpha, leader of the pack. He married my mom who was an omega specifically to have pups but he continued having an affair with a beta. Totally embarrassed my mom.” I finish shrugged my shoulders and look up to see the older man’s face had gone icy his jaw clenched so tight I was worried he might crack his teeth.

“Your father is a coward. Not every alpha is like that, omegas are meant to be treasured” He unfolds his arms but keeps his distance from me and I shrug softly looking back down at the ground.

“After we left we mostly kept to ourselves. My mom cut off contact with anyone in the pack and started me on heat suppressants as early as she could. No pups for me” I say giving an awkward little chuckle and look up to see the older man’s jaw still tightly clenched. “it’s really not a big deal I haven’t had any long term side effects from the heat suppressants and I don’t feel like I’m missing out on too much” which was a lie but if you told yourself a lie so many times it becomes the truth. I didn’t know how long or how many times I had to tell myself the lie until I would believe it. I wanted to find my mate, I wanted to have pups, I wanted to belong to a pack. But I knew it would hurt my mom, she hated everything to do with pack culture and for her to see her only child, who was an OMEGA, so easily falling into a culture she fought so hard to get out of would devastate her.

“He said to leave the dress at home Teddy, I don't think the man is expecting me to look like a victoria secret angel underneath my clothes. And why do you insist on dressing me like a toddler? I’m a grown ass adult.” I say shooing her hands away from my hair and outfit as I finish getting ready for my date, well at this point it's not really a date, more so a non violent kidnapping. It's not like I wanted to see the tattooed Twatwaffle again, but a deal was a deal, and he gave me one of the best orgasms I had had in awhile. 

“It’s still a date Sadie, and you look-” Her words cut off and I felt an icy chill run down my spine. She shakes her head and sighs as she sits down on my bed and runs her hands over my comforter smoothing out the non existent wrinkles. Something she only does when she knows what shes about to say is fucked up, but shes going to say it anyways. “You're such a pretty woman Sadie, if you put more effort into your appearance you could have any man you wanted.” I clench my jaw and put an elastic band in my hair effectively holding my braid in place.

“Fantastic pep talk Teddy, truly, you’re getting the mothering thing down perfectly. I guess you did have an excellent role model.” I say reaching over her grabbing my bag and jacket, for a second her eyes fill with tears and I feel like shit, but then I remember she was just shitting on my appearance just like she did when we were kids. “Don’t wait up for me, you should probably pay attention to your kid for once. You know since you’re the mother and all.” I say over my shoulder and leave before the guilt could make me go back and apologize.

I made the nearly twenty minute drive in silence, usually I would have my windows down and music blaring, not tonight though. I parked and sighed, running a hand over my hand and glancing down at my phone. I should apologize, be the bigger person and all that shit. But fuck that because Teddy never apologized for anything she said. She just gave backhanded compliments and invaded my personal space until I could stay mad at her anymore. I was startled by a knocking on my window and I turned my head to see Ezra (er, Twatwaffle), standing there with a raised eyebrow. “Didn’t we already have a conversation about stalking?”

“Thinking about making a break for it Princess? Here I thought you were more stubborn than that.” He said reaching for the car door handle and opening it, huh maybe chivalry isn't dead after all. I glared at him and grabbed my bag slamming the door behind me and walking up to the door with him trailing along behind me. “Aw Princess, no need to take it so hard, it was only a joke.” 

I turned around on him, my nose nearly touching his chest before I looked up at him, my green eyes blazing. “I’m really not in the fucking mood. You were the one who wanted this date so unless you want me to get in my car and leave you standing here looking like a fucking idiot shut up. Now be a good Twatwaffle and open the door for me like a gentleman instead of acting like an annoying cock.” I snarled and backed up out of his personal space.

“Well the Kitten does roar after all. Alright Princess, I’ll be a perfect gentleman for the rest of our date.” He agrees fairly easily and holds the door open for me, and tucks my purse and coat into the booth beside him handing me a menu.

“I used to get their mac and cheese all the time.” I say quietly, not sure why I was trying to make small talk. I guess because I told him not to act like a twatwaffle I could make more of an effort not to act like a bratty princess as he liked to call me.

“So get that then, and their chicken.” He says looking over their menu with his eyebrow raised like that was the obvious choice. But there was something else there, something unspoken as if he were asking why I wouldn’t be getting something that I enjoyed so much. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I shook my head and looked over the menu, making mental note of their calorie count.

“I’m not that hungry.” I whispered softly and wished I hadn’t tied my hair up. I was a terrible liar, I blushed like a cherry tomato when I did. He stared at me a moment longer as if trying to decide if he should push the matter further, luckily he did not. Which is probably best of all of us because a date, thats not a date, is not that place for me to trauma dump about my fucked up childhood. Especially not to a man like Twatwaffle who enjoyed teasing me mercilessly. He ended up getting the quarter chicken with mac and cheese while I settled in just the apple pecan salad.

“So what had my Princess in such a fit she was going to stand me up?” I tried to ignore the way my heart and my pussy both fluttered at the way he called me his Princess. Because, no thank you sir I was content with the way my life was now I did not need him coming and messing my carefully curated schedule up. No matter how sinfully talented his fingers were or how delicious he could make even a tshirt and jeans look, his dark ink crawled up his arms and to his neck.

“First dates aren’t really the place for trauma dumping are they? If I can’t call you Twatwaffle you have to call me Sadie.” I said, taking a sip of my bourbon and reclining back in the booth watching as a twinkle lit in his blue eyes and he nodded before leaning forward on his elbows.

“Alright then my Sadie, I’ll ask again, why would you leave me high and dry? I thought we had such a good time last night.” I swallowed thickly, my breath getting stuck in my throat as I thought about the way he had touched me in front of all those people. How I would let him do it again if he only asked.

“...I got into a fight with my sister. I said some things I shouldn’t have.” I admit quietly and I inwardly want to kick myself. What the fuck Sadie, a man gives you an orgasm after almost a year of no sex and you’re ready to bare your soul to him? Apparently the answer was yes, because I never talked with my ex about any of my fights with Teddy. Probably because he always sided with her and made me feel like shit even if I had a valid reason for being upset with her. 

“About what?” He calmly asked as he took a sip of his drink, his blue eyes staring into mine. I bit my lip and thought about it for a minute. Oh what the hell? I guess it couldn’t hurt to vent to someone I would probably never see again. On the off chance I did see him again I could just blame it on the alcohol, you know the whole two sips I had taken.

“She told me maybe I wouldn’t be single if I made more of an effort in my appearance, and I basically told her she was an emotionally negligent mother and she should probably pay attention to her kid.” The words spewing out of my mouth before I could stop them. He sat there for a moment clearly trying to process, and probably think about how best to answer what I had just said.

“She had no right to make comments about your appearance, especially as your sister. Is she emotionally negligent?” I sighed and ran a hand over my tired eyes.

“She never wanted kids. Not really, but her husband did, and he kept pushing and pushing and then one day I got a call about how she's ready to have a kid. How she’ll just suffer through them being a baby to give Matthias what he wants. So now here she is, with a toddler she doesn't want, and who spends more time with her nanny than either of her parents.” I said, swallowing the rest of my whiskey and ordering another.

“Sounds like she deserves it then.” He says finally and I feel my face heat with anger.

“You don’t know her and-”

“Yes, what you said was cruel, and probably unnecessary, but it was the truth. Your sister can’t make comments on your appearance just because she's your sister and she expects you to forgive her. Now she’ll probably think twice about commenting on your appearance, Princess.” His tone held finality as our food sat down in front of us. “Now eat your mac and cheese.” He said sliding the bowl over to me and I frowned

“But I’m not that hungry.” I answer right as my stomach decides to growl loudly and I blush. “Maybe just a few bites.” I say quietly and he pins me with a hard stare as I sheepishly reach over and get a forkful of mac and cheese, a happy moan leaving my mouth.

“Keep making those noises Princess and I’ll touch you just like I did last night.” He growls out and I swallow thickly as his eyes darken in lust. Keeping the eye contact I got another bite of the creamy goodness and closed my eyes a considerably louder moan leaving my mouth this time. I opened my eyes to see his jaw clenched tightly, he stood quickly from the table, his hand wrapping around my wrist as he pulled me to the bathroom, locking the door behind us. “Pants down Princess.” He whispered against my neck as he licked and sucked a hot trail from my collarbone to just below my ear nipping at it before sucking my earlobe between his teeth.

“Are you going to make a habit of basically molesting me in public?” I pant out, a low moan leaving my lips as he forces my thighs apart, his fingers trailing over the wet spot on my jeans.

“Are you going to make a habit of being fucking drenched for me? I said pants off Sweetheart.” He growled against my neck and made quick work of my button and zipper sliding the material down my legs until I was left in just barely there underwear. I watched as he sank to his knees in front of me, his face nuzzling against my soaked panties. His eyes closed and he let out a low moan as he licked at it. “You taste so sweet Princess.” He whispered against my dripping pussy pulling the panties down with his teeth and placed a gentle open mouthed kiss on my pussy.

“Oh god fuck” I moan my head falling back against the mirror as I spread my thighs wider for him. His mouth light and gentle as he lapped at my clit for a few moments before suckling on my needy hole, his mouth hot and open on my pussy and i felt my thighs begin to tremble as he licked and slurped at me like I was the best dessert her had ever eaten.

“Eyes on me Sweetheart.” He says pulling away slightly and I open my eyes to look down at this beautiful man moaning wantonly against my pussy. His hand worked his cock from over his pants as he buried his face further between my thighs, his tongue working overtime on my clit, his other arm coming up to wrap around my shaking legs holding me up.

“Fuck so fucking close.” I moan my hands coming down to his perfectly styled hair and tangling in it holding him to me as I ground myself against his face. He moaned loudly and both hands moved to cup my ass, kneading and squeezing the flesh in an attempt to hold me closer to his face, his cock seemingly forgotten for the moment.

“Cum for Daddy, Sweetheart.” He mumbles against my flesh, my eyes roll back in my head and I grind against him a moment longer before a string of incoherent babbles leaves my mouth as I hold him to me riding out my orgasm. He pulls away a satisfied smirk on his face and wipes my juices off his face with the back of his hand as I try to catch my breath. I noticed he had tucked himself away and I reached for him with a slight frown on my face but he smacked my hand away. “None of that Princess, the look on your face and your sweet moans are all I need right now.”

I follow him back to the table and he quickly pays for our meal before leading me back out to our cars. I bite my lip and I turn around to face him. “Not that I don't appreciate the two much needed orgasms you gave me, but what are we doing?” I ask and the usual smirk is gone from his face followed by a contemplative one as he brushes a strand of loose hair behind my ear.

“I’m not good at this Sadie, at dating. I’ve always just had casual arrangements, that's what works for me.” I swallow thickly and nod, should’ve just listened to Teddy, maybe if I had put more effort into dressing for my date tonight he would want more than just a quick fuck. I felt his hand tip under my chin and I tried to fight from looking at him but his grip was firm. His blue eyes staring into mine as if he were trying to read my soul. “But I want to see you again, if you’ll let me.” He whispered, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip, expression hopeful.

“So what do you just call me when you're horny and I’m your personal cum doll?” I ask and I know my tone is harsh and icy but I can’t help it. I either can't get a date or when I do they’re only interested in fucking. I was good enough to have sex with but not good enough to be exclusive with it seemed. He gave a sad chuckle and shook his head.

“Thats not it at all Sadie, I don’t want to just fuck you for thirty minutes and then not speak to you for three months. I just can't promise you a deep, long last commitment. Take a few days to think about it. You have my number.” He whispered and kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering for a moment before he opened my car door for me and closed it. I could see him watching me in the rearview mirror as I drove away, his hands rubbing over his face before he walked back to his car.

“You do realize you actually have to leave this dusty old room if you want to meet a boyfriend right?” I looked up from my well loved copy of Gone With the Wind, and stared at my sister with a raised eyebrow. Teddy was standing there in a long, sleek, black dress fitting her tall lanky body perfectly. Dirty blonde hair falling in effortless waves and she still looked beautiful even though she probably only had two dabs of concealer on. Meanwhile I was in my trusty black leggings and a sweatshirt I had owned since high school with my book, a glass of red wine, and my fuzzy black and gray cat socks on. This is probably why she had a knock out beautiful, not to mention kind, husband and I hadn’t so much as even said hi to a man in the last three months.

“Bold of you to assume I need anyone other than Rhett Butler in my life right now.” I said dryly, and reached for the wine, my eyes narrowing as she inched closer to my closet. “I know damn well you didn't come in here just to force me to give up my hermit lifestyle.” I grumble as I leave my well loved, overstuffed armchair watching as she flipped through the less than impressive collection of gowns and dresses stuffed in the back of my closet.

“We are going out, and you are going to leave Rhett Butler at home.” She says as she appraises a deep purple cocktail dress with a keen eye, holding it up to my chest before deciding this was the one and throwing it on my bed. Then much to my horror she skipped right past all the converse and flats going straight for the only neck breaking heels I owned ensuring I wouldn't be able to run away from whatever boring business man she was sure to try to talk me up to tonight.

“Or, here me out, you could take your well meaning self back home and spend time with Matthias. I know he’s got to be missing his wife since you’re barely home two weeks before you’re leaving for work again.” She tosses my book into the armchair, woman handing me out of my comfy clothes and frowning when she takes in the sports bra and thong underneath. “It's not like I’m wearing them for you, Theodora.” I say, raising an eyebrow at her and inwardly groaning when I see her rifling through my intimates drawer.

“One does not wear a super sexy dress, and then does not wear super sexy lingerie to match.” She answers as she pulls out a simple black lacy bra and thong to match throwing them on top of the dress before reaching and tugging my hair out of its messy bun. Brushing it like my hair had done something to personally offend her other than exist.

“Have I done something to you recently? I swear It’s like you’re taking joy in making me uncomfortable this evening.” I mumble as she dresses me like I’m a toddler before shoving me down, none to gracefully, on a stool in front of my vanity and setting to tame my dark wavy hair into something presentable. By the time she’s done (mind you almost an hour later), I look more like a presentable member of society and less like a homeless person that mixed and matched the first things they could find at goodwill.

“You Sadie, you are living this life of solitude and introversion and it’s not good for you. Your schedule consists of work followed by reading yourself to sleep every night and obsessing over fictional men. God's sake you’re almost thirty and not even in a relationship.” She says folding my clothes neatly and handing me my bag.

“Maybe I don't want a relationship. Some of us are just fine in our own space Teddy.” I say in a soft voice my eyes downcast, slightly hurt by my sister’s words. I hear her sigh and she places one hand on my shoulder and the other slightly tugs on the ends of my hair so I meet her gaze in the mirror, bright green eyes meeting her hazel ones. She gives me a sad smile and rubs her hands up and down my arms affectionately.

“You have so much to offer Saids, I just hate to see you waste it hiding yourself away from the world.” I sigh and follow her out to her car, sitting in silence as she drives us to a posh little wine bar on the other side of Louisville in the Highlands. I don’t hate it as much as I thought it would, it’s more of an intimate setting so it’s not full of loud, drunken men. The walls are a dark cherry color, the lights low and warm so that the candles can steal the show. There’s tables, and plush arm couches scattered around the place, I sigh and immediately go to loosen my ankle strap much to my sister’s horror.

“I’m not taking them all the way off, I’m not a complete animal Teddy.” I say as I reach for one of the wine menus and quickly look at their list of reds before settling on a cabernet for now. Teddy placed her order and was about to look at the dessert menu before someone called her name and she looked at me with slight trepidation in her eyes. “Go on social butterfly, I’ll be right here with my wine.” I say shooing her away, once I could no longer see her blonde hair poking over the sea of people and I was sure I was out of eyesight. I reached for my copy of Gone with the Wind I had stashed at the bottom of my bag. I alternated between taking sips of my wine and reading when I felt a weight on the other side of the couch taking Teddy’s previous place.

“I would say take a picture it’ll last longer, but honestly I don't want you jerking your cock to it.” I say not bothering to look up from my book, hoping the invading person would take my hint and just leave so I didn't have to make a scene. I chanced a look and I swallowed thickly, apparently whatever gods existed wanted to test my whole swearing off men thing by placing temptation right in my path. Sitting next to me was a man probably early forties with graying hair, and blue eyes that I was certain capable of stealing my soul. A tailored light gray three piece suit with a patterned light blue shirt and tie without confining his toned arms underneath. I practically salivated when I could see the dark ink on his hands and leading up underneath his sleeves.

“You should take a picture, I rather like the idea of a mouthy brat touching her pussy to the thought of me.” And Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the camel even his voice was beautiful, too bad he was a fucking dick. Also highly unfortunate that my type of men tended to be morally gray, jackass men. My eyes snapped to him and a knowing smirk that I really wanted to punch off his face was hidden behind a glass of what I was sure was expensive whiskey.

“How romantic, does that line usually work for you? I usually prefer my men to be silent, or on their knees in front of me.” I say dryly trying to hide my nerves behind false bravado and quickly finishing my glass of wine hoping it would give me the nerve to start this game I had just started. I stiffen and a small gasp leaves my mouth as he scoots closer to me, a small chuckle vibrating against my ear and I shiver as his breath washes over me.

“Are you sure about that Princess? Seems to me like you would enjoy being on your knees right now.” I swallow thickly as he leans back, his eyes filled with a dark heat and I clench my wine glass a little bit harder. My jaw clenching as my body responded to this twatwaffle of a man sitting next to me.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s rude to be where you’re not wanted?” I grumble and flag down a waiter hoping for a distraction, and another glass of wine if this man was going to keep harassing me and feeling ways he most certainly shouldn’t be. A slow lazy smile graced his face and I had to physically swallow back a moan and clench my thighs together a little bit harder.

“But that’s not true, is it Princess? You think you have the control here, and I enjoy watching you squirm.” He says and waves the waiter away, my scowl deepens as the waiter looks between us confused.

“Not very gentlemanly of you to get in between a lady and her drink order.” I say taking the death trap known as my heels off and walking over to the bar to order my own damn drink, and to hopefully put some distance between Twatwaffle and myself. I’m sure Teddy would bitch me out later about how unsanitary the floors were but honestly that was her problem because if I had it my way I wouldn’t wear shoes ever. Fuck if a floor is dirty, I can always take a shower and right now comofrtablty was more important than trying to look like sex on legs. In fact following Teddy’s advice is exactly what led to my current dilemma. “And you’re stalking me, I’m not sure what 1920s dating class you’ve been taking since you’re practically ancient. But women don’t like persistence anymore, it’s called harassment.” He gives a small chuckle and sits down next to me at the bar.

“Princess, you don’t want a gentleman, let’s not lie to ourselves. You enjoy being mouthy, and as for harassment I know all too well, that's one of the perks of law school.” Oh so he was pretty and educated, too bad he was a fucking jackass and also arrogant. I mean, yes, I was enjoying this but he didn't know that for sure, and he sure as hell didn’t have to say it outloud.

“Did law school take all of your common sense? I came over here to get away from you.” I say and scowl as he takes the wine that was just sitting down in front of me and takes a large gulp, before smirking at me. Irritated, I reach over and take his recently refilled whiskey and swallow it in one go. “I’ve had better, it tastes like motor oil. I’m not really a rye girl myself.” I say sitting the glass back down in front of him and his eyes darken even further.

“If you really wanted to get away you’ve had ample opportunity. So let’s play a game, Princess.” He says and I nearly melt into goo whenever his hand grips my knee tightly and his other hand grips my chin turning me to look at him. I swallow thickly but stare defiantly back at him, no way was I going to let this man know how much he affected me, not when he was already this cocky.

“State your terms Twatwaffle.” He gives a soft smirk before he releases my face and pulls his phone out of his pocket pulling up a timer app.

“I’m going to finger this pretty little cunt, and if I can make it cum for me in three minutes you’ll go on a date with me.” His hand moves higher and my breath hitches in my throat as his fingers play with the hem of my dress. “And if I can’t, I'll walk away like this conversation never happened. And I’ll let you go back to living vicariously through Rhett and Scarlet.” 

“You can’t just shove your fingers up me like I’m a puppet. We’re in public.” I meant for my voice to sound more icy than it did, I promise I did. Something about the way his hand gripped my thigh so possessively, watching the way the ink on his hand stretched as he flexed his hand did something to my pussy that it definitely shouldn't have.

“So be a good little Princess and don’t make any noise. We wouldn't want your sister seeing what a pathetic little slut her sister is would we?” He whispers cruelly in my ear as his hand sneaks higher up my thigh, a strangled quiet moan leaving my lips as his fingers brush against the incredibly embarrassing wet spot in my panties. Seriously pussy? I know we haven’t gotten laid in awhile but that does mean we have to make a mess for the first man to pay attention to us. “Shh Princess, don’t make a scene.” He says slipping his fingers inside my panties touching my clit lightly.

“Oh fuck.” I whispered and gripped the edge of the bar tightly as his finger moved lightly over my clit, his touch barely even there before dipping lower and spreading my wetness around. A low goan left his throat and he nipped at my earlobe gently before sucking it between his lips. My thighs parted wider for him and I could have sworn I felt a chuckle against the side of my neck. “I’d quit laughing and focus on making me cum because your timer only has two minutes left.” But he keeps his pace the same leaving hot, open mouthed kisses on my neck as my legs begin to tremble.

“So responsive, so sensitive Princess.” His own voice breathy as my thighs lock around his hand trying to keep his touch there as I begin rocking my pussy against his hand, my face red with either embarrassment or arousal. At this point it was probably both. I groaned quietly when I heard the timer go off and he tried to pull his hand away.

“Fucking Twatwaffle.” I grumble under my breath before I meet his gaze and he has a knowing smirk on his face. “We both know the timer didnt mean shit, now are you going to make me cum or am I going to have to do it myself?” I really hoped it was the first option because his hand felt heavenly against my needy pussy, and to be honest I was getting tired of relying on vibrators and wanted someone else to make me scream. Even if it was just for this moment. A few more minutes of rocking against his hand and his fingers expertly working my clit I was making a mess all over his hand. 

“That’s it Sweetheart.” His voice rumbling against my ear as he kisses the side of my neck softly before fixing my panties and taking his hand out from underneath my dress. “So about that date Princess.” He said and held my eyes as he slowly sucked his fingers clean, his eyes seemed to lock on something behind me and he quickly wiped my remaining juices on his pants before sitting a card down in front of me and disappearing.

“Sooo…who was that?” Teddy said, wiggling her eyebrows as she took Twatwaffles seat.

“No one is important, but right now his name is Twatwaffle.” I say ordering a shot and downing it trying to ignore the throbbing need still between my legs.

“Ezra Hartley, attorney.” Teddy says, raising her eyebrow and handing me the card that had his business number on the front and a hastily written note and a cell phone number on the back.

7 pm, the eagle, and ditch the dress Princess x