#danarobby

“So fucking tight, babygirl,” Robby grunts out, hands tight on her waist, giving it to her hard from behind. “Does it feel good?" “Yes, d—Daddy.” Dana's voice shakes from pleasure. She only calls him that as a joke, but she’s so deep in it, it makes sense. It no longer feels like a joke. It feels right to call him that, to sink deeper into need for him, to shove back on his cock and whine for more. or sub dana, service top robby, and an exploration of what Would make dana fucking say that. and porn. pure porn. (With background Robby/jack/dana, Jack is on the phone at times)

i wrote this for myself and @pinkstuff0 (thank you for helping me come up with the script!) not intending anyone else to read it, but yall lovingly talked me into posting it in the hope that there might be one magic stranger out there who also likes danarobby and would enjoy this.

dana/robby

HEAR ME OUT.

work husband and work wife turned real husband and real wife.

Fic based on an interview with Katherine LaNasa saying a friend tried to set her up with Noah years ago. Read full chapter on AO3

Grinning, Robby laughed with her. “You’re not in your twenties?!” He teased, tone incredulous and loving how her laughter crinkled the corners of her eyes.

A halfhearted swat at him was her reply. “Oh, if I was in my twenties again,” Dana mused, “I might’ve taken Julie’s offer when she tried to set us up.”

Stunned, Robby blinked at her stupidly. “What?”

Brow lifting in surprise, Dana cocked her head. “Huh, thought she proposed the idea to both of us. What a girl’s girl letting me decide without the pressure. I’ll have to reach out, haven’t talked to her in ages.”

Setting his drink down, Robby shook his head. “Roll that back,” he mimicked the statement with his hands. “Julie, the other new nurse from when we first started, tried to set you up with me?” His hand found her knee again, god he couldn’t help himself especially given the topic of conversation.

“Yeah, I,” she looked at him closely, “you truly didn’t know?” He shook his head, mind racing at the missed opportunity. “Julie said ‘he has all that ER money’.” Voice dropping an octave and taking on a rasp to imitate Julie. “How do you say yes to that setup? It was so odd!” She laughed, swiping some loose hair off her face. “And I couldn’t help but think, well, what’s wrong with him? If she’s leading with that!”** Her eyes found his again, mirth dancing in them. “Turns out, nothin. Nothing was wrong with ya, Julie was just a shitty matchmaker.”

Still trying to catch up, Robby wet his lips. “Julie, she wanted us to date.” He repeated, wanting to make sure he understood that vital piece, so he could fully process Dana’s comment on allowing the set up if she ever got a do over.

Dana gave him an amused look. “That would be the definition of settin people up.” She quipped, “but Julie eventually went into peds, and, as I like to say, anyone who chooses that is coo coo for Cocoa Puffs.” She tapped her head and chuckled.

“And, and you’d, if given the redo, would’ve taken her up on it?” He couldn’t let this drop, not when his skin had been buzzing ever since she’d told him of the divorce. Not when for the first time, single might also mean available. And not just available, but interested?

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