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You stir, pushing yourself up, “give her”

Brendon passes her over once you’ve unbuttoned your shirt, cooing softly as she suckles against your breast, “you look so pretty”

You raise an eyebrow, a sleepy groan as you stare at him staring at you. Yawing as you rub your eyes, sleep pulling you back into sleep, “m so tired, I don’t know when I showered last” you murmur. Still rocking her slightly as she pulls off your nipple. Baby Edith opening her arms to her father as he sits back up to burp her.

It’s usually how the nights go, waking up at twelve to feed her. Letting Brendon burp and change her while you collapse again from exhaustion.

You move in patterns, coffee, breakfast, cuddling the baby as she sits in your lap. She moves in patterns, sleeping, eating, pooping, “she has your face when she sleeps” Brendon murmurs from the couch, her nose is scrunched, eyebrows wiggling softly as Brendon traces over her face with his thumb, “she’s beautiful”

You look up from the couch, a sight you want to remember forever. Your baby girl, tucked in her dad’s arms, sound asleep. Nose scrunched. Cooing softly, “she’s a happy baby”

Edith is a happy baby, she likes to go on walks, but only if Brendon carries her, and you like to shower with her. Not in the weird sense, you just like having her wrapped around you while you shower. Skin to skin, although mostly it’s just you standing in warm water as you wash her.

You’re deep in the newborn trenches, paternity leave over for Brendon. Caring for yourself and a newborn, in a house that’s barely moved into. Dana shows up at your door, you know her. Briefly during some hospital events with Brendon, “Dana! I’m so sorry- the house is a disaster”

She smiles, carrying bags of food and made meals, “oh honey I know! I’m here to bring you something to eat, be your little helper. Let you rest and snuggle that baby”

Your shoulders drop as you let her in, “really?” You think you’re hallucinating, that she’s a dream. A dream in jeans and a cardigan.

“Really, I know you and Shark just moved. But I got. Lasagna, chicken, enchiladas. Stuff to eat now, freeze” She sets things down on the marble counters, slowly unpacking and placing things into the empty fridge, “how are you doing?”

“I’m tired. I don’t know the last time I showered” You admit, “and my boobs are sore”

Dana laughs softly, “you poor thing, here. You wanna put her down for a nap? I can watch her. You go shower and sleep. Or I can set you up on the couch to pump change the sheets”

Your lip quivers, “she sleeps at.. one thirty usually, there’s breast milk in the fridge. Are you sure you can watch her?”

Dana nods, “I’ve raised three of em myself, if it’s okay with you”

You bring her in for a brief hug, apologizing when you realize how bad you smell.

You shower, wash your hair. Even contemplate a face mask, you indulge. You feel like a new woman when you step out, detangling your hair, moisturizing your legs and arms. When you come out, the bed is made with new sheets; and you can hear the washer running.

Edith is asleep in her downstairs crib, Dana is pulling something out of the oven, “hey honey, good shower?”

You nod, wordless at the state of your house. Clean, partially unpacked now fully unpacked, “yeah. You. Unpacked?”

Dana nods, “I kinda winged it, ‘m sorry I overstepped the boxes were just gettin to me. Is everything in the right place?”

You rifle through, and you can’t complain. Because it’s unpacked. And the baby is asleep, and dishes are washed. And something wonderful is cooking in the oven, “it’s. Dana thank you”

“Don’t mention it honey. I have chicken parm in the oven. I can make some pasta to go with it. Some greens. How’s your stomach?”

You nod, “greens would be great. If that’s not to much”

She prepares a salad, “I wish I had all of this after my first. Benji was great but. Having someone cook and clean and let you feel like a human again”

You nod, “I know we aren’t super close- I appreciate it.. I don’t. I have friends” you clarify, “they just.. live in North Carolina”

She nods, “I understand.” The timer dings and she pulls the chicken parm out. Sliding a cutlet onto your plate; with some salad. And when you hum she smiles in satisfaction, “good?”

“Heavenly, I’m serious Dana. Brendon can cook but this is. Phenomenal” You grin into a second bite, eyes closing in satisfaction.

Dana wipes the counter down before she leaves, and Brendon is surprised to see dinner when he comes home, you showered. Looking refreshed in a soft yellow sweatset, “you got busy” he comments, picking up Edith from your arms as he takes his shoes off

“I didn’t. Dana did” you grin, “she came over, I showered, did a face mask. And she made like a ton of food and we have enough leftovers to last us until she goes into college” You continue, “she even changed the sheets. And folded the laundry”

You’re beaming as Brendon rubs Edith’s back, “that sounds awesome honey, did you eat dinner yet?”

“No, do you wanna shower? I’ll warm something up?”

“I’m fine, I used to run marathons. I just scrambled upstairs. Are you ready to go? Wanna take a bath” you grin, standing up slightly and opening the car door as you slip your bag onto the floor, “I’m fine Brendon, really”

His shoulders don’t relax, his face still looks like he’s trying not to say something that he wants to say, “okay” you settle back in the car as he starts the engine, checking both ways before pulling out of the reserved parking spot, “did you have a good shift?” He asks, a hand gingerly touching over the bump of your stomach

You nod, “a mom told dad not to look as she was pushing and, he looked and he passed out. So we had to manage that” You shrug, “you promise you won’t look when I have baby?”

Brendon’s frown softens, “I promise, but I’ve seen this all before? I did my time in the pink scrubs” He comments, “but I’ll stay with you”

You smile, “oh- and if I poop on the table. I don’t wanna know. Don’t tell me. My coworkers are already going to see my vagina, I don’t need to know if they saw me poop”

Brendon laughs softly, “m’sorry. I won’t tell you. I promise. You think I’m gonna pass out during it?”

You turn to look at him, his face turned to the road as he merges onto the highway, “I hope not. I think you’re gonna cry though”

He’d roll his eyes if he thought it wouldn’t be true, but he cried when you told him you were pregnant, cried during the honeymoon, and the wedding, and the day he proposed, the day he bought that fat diamond that now sits on your left hand.

“How was your shift, good bone breaks?” You ask, sleepily closing your eyes as he goes on about his day, it’s just words to fill the time before he has you undressing and taking your jewelry off and stepping into the warm bath.

Warm, not hot water, which irritates you as you dip in. Brendon helps you forward, just so he can sit you between his thighs, his chest against your back. Hands rubbing softly against your bump, “how do you feel? Too warm?”

You shake your head, “not warm enough, I know it can’t be over 100 degrees but, bren I like to be boiling”

You know his response, the fact it’s unsafe. You can’t overheat, they the baby doesn’t overheat.

You lean back against him, sighing softly as you relax, “my boobs hurt”

Brendon hums, “I’m sorry baby, you want me to massage them?”

You shake your head, “no. I’m hungry, what are you making your baby mama for dinner?”

Brendon wraps his arms round you, “you’re my wife, not my baby mama”

You’re still smiling, “didn’t answer my question”

“I haven’t done the grocery shopping, I’ll bring you a pizza” he kisses your cheek as your timer pings.

“It’s not been fifteen minutes” you complain, “please Brendon”

He shakes his head, and helps you out of the tub, drying you off, letting you use his shoulders to balance on as you out your underwear back on, you make him feed you pizza in bed.

Settled underneath the plush cushions and covers of your bed, plate in your hands as the TV plays some silly comedy Brendon had picked out for you.

He lays next to you, his head against your thigh, only getting up to bring your plate back to the kitchen.

Brendon cuddles next to you, you curled into his side. Leg tossed over his side, his hand wrapped around your thigh, “I love you” you whisper in his ear, palm flat against his sternum.

You smile, this soft smile that highlights how much you had been smiling through this days. Makeup creased into the lines of your cheeks, “I understand, you’re a surgeon. You want kids I assume?”

Brendon cuts into his steak, “that and, someone who’s waiting at home for me, not that I expect a woman- you’re very well educated you have a brilliant job. I don’t expect anyone to wait at home for me but- it’s nice waking up to a warm body. Having a reason to leave the hospital”

You nod, slowly biting a piece of the chicken. Humming in delight, “I understand. I get lonely too. I think I’ve redownloaded tinder, hinge, bumble about a thousand times”

That entices a snicker out of him, “honestly, I got it one night after a bad date from one of my coworkers. Figured no harm”

You nod, “so coworkers, you like them?”

Brendon shakes his head, “not at all, yours?”

You nod, “well, I work in government so I sorta have to say yes”

He pays for dinner, offers to walk with you around downtown Pittsburgh, holds your hand when you reach for it when you guide him somewhere, “you don’t come here a lot huh?” You ask, falling in quick steps beside him, your pinky still entwined with his, “to the downtown area?”

Brendon looks out, “usually after work I just want to get home, I used to go to the farmers market, but I guess I just stopped going”

You hum, “I try to go, usually when my nieces and nephews come for summer”

“You have nieces?”

You nod, “Leah and Noah. Twins. They’re nine. My sister and brother in law come out every summer. We rent a house in Bay Shore, by Philadelphia. Spend summer there” You explain, “they live in Wyoming, her husband is in rodeo”

Brendon nods, “dangerous job”

“Yeah. But I think they’re thinking of moving here. He recently broke his hip in two places so she’s been pushing for him to, y’know settle down”

Brendon wraps the whole of your hand in his, letting you balance on him as your walking slows, pace shifting as you try and find a better way to walk on your stilettos. When you saw how tall he was you’d figured no reason to not where heels; and were now regretting the choice of not wearing the smaller heels, “you alright?” Brendon pauses, as you shift slightly.

“Yeah, my feet are killing me. Im having too much fun with you though”

He smiles softly, “I can carry you back to your car?”

You think he’s joking at first, it’s why you scoff out a, “yeah, sure. Right”

But he does, effortlessly lifting you off your feet, legs kicked over his arm and back pressed into his forearm, “see? Where’d you park?”

Brendon Park makes it obvious he likes you more than as friends, because who else brings you flowers once a week during his day off. This towering bulky man carrying the most delicate peonies in his arms, “I got you peonies this time”

You look up, smile already creasing your lips as you push up from your desk, “these are beautiful Brendon… you really don’t have to do all of this y’know?”

He raises his eyebrow, “I do, I like doing it. I like that you know Im interested in you”

You raise onto your tip toes, kissing his cheek softly, leaving a slight mark of your red lipstick on his cheek, “thank you. I’ll call you tonight?”

He nods, leaning down to kiss you on your lips. Soft, and sweet. Like a promise of tomorrow, that he’ll probably see you tonight. And he’ll see you this weekend too.

It doesn’t take long before you’re actually dating officially, deleting dating apps, even if they’d been deleted the night after your first date. And then you’re spending the night at his house.

That big, empty house with rooms to fill. You’ve been together for six months when you ask about kids, “were. We’re in it for the long run right?” You ask, rubbing his chest softly to stir him back awake.

Brendon grumbles before turning his head to you, eyes closed but ears listening, “we’re getting married, not now. But yeah I want to marry you. Is that what you mean?”

“I meant like. I know we’re gonna get married. Pretty sure you said that on our first date” you toss your leg over his hip. Cuddling into his chest, “I meant like kids, do you want kids?”

“Yes. If you want them” He nods, rubbing between your shoulders, “what ring do you want, for your engagement ring”

Now it’s your turn to close your eyes and listen, “oh. Oval, I don’t really care what size, as long as it’s not like. Microscopic. Clean. Silver band; or white gold” you explain, “I can send you some pictures in the morning?”

“Sounds good, I think- your sister and I are going ring shopping, I know it’s supposed to be a surprise but. I want to make sure I get you something you like. That we’re on the same page”

He can feel you nod against him, yawn and stretch out slightly before rolling over. His silent signal you’re ready to be the little spoon, and he’s happy to oblige.

It’s how he ends up married a year after your first date, it’s a silent affair. Your family, his. Golf course in July.

You scoff, but still open the snack as he pulls a stool up to your computer, “broken femur” you point with your pinky, “but I noticed some” you zoom out slightly, then shift your view up, “here there is an old break that healed no medical intervention, clean. Looks purposeful”

Brendon stands, then leans in close behind you. Broad chest pressing against the back of your shoulders, his hand follows yours. Skin brushing against yours, “shit. Abuse? She said this was an accident- looks like it with the break”

And though the cases are always different; he does always come by each day. Always with some form or gummy worms. He gets closer each time, shoulders touching, his hand against yours. He stands close when you advise him and his fellows. Sometimes closer than usual; you never mind. When his bicep presses against the back of your shoulders when you lean under him as he holds the scans up to the lights.

“Jesus, how tall are you?” He asks, snatching the x-ray from your hands after crouching down to your height. A somehow impossible task for a man his size.

“Five foot, I’m seeing a dislocated hip, is blood flow good? With the other injuries it would be best to reduce it in the OR” you attempt to point; but that doesn’t really happen when he’s that much taller than you.

“Yeah, and you’ll join us?”

You quirk your lips up, “aw, as much as I’d love to, I enjoy my dark room, Park”

You offer him a pat on the back before heading back to your floor.

He does come back, just as you’re packing up your things for the night, “you’re off?” He asks, worms in hand, “thought you were here later”

You smile, and shake your head, “nope, I am avoiding these losers while I still can” You tug at the necklace, wincing when it catches through your hair, “ah- fuck” you grunt, hands flying to your neck.

Brendon comes in, gentle big hands softly undoing the hair tangled against the delicate chain, “it’s a nice necklace”

You smile, “thanks, my parents got it for me after I graduated from BC”

Brendon nods, smoothing out your hair, his hand lingers on your neck before pulling away, “didn’t know you lived in Boston”

“Im from Los Angeles, I went to UCLA for undergraduate, BC for med”

Brendon groans, “and I thought I was smart”

You laugh lowly, turning to face him, “what are you doing after your shift?”

Brendon runs a hand through his hair, “um. Going home, why?”

You shrug, “I will be at a bar, The falcon on ninth.. at. I dunno nine?”

“Are you asking me out?” Brendon chirps, “thought you hated coworkers, especially the idea of dating them”

You roll your eyes, “yeah. I don’t hate you though, I’ll see you or I won’t” you shrug, “balls in your court”

It becomes a game of back and forth, courting. But clueless when anyone asks if there’s anything going on between you and Brendon Park.

Even when he’s behind you as you look at X-rays, his hands against your hips, “see that?” You gasp out, “bruised ribs” the moment you lift your hand to point Brendon’s reaches under your scrubs and then undershirt, “Bren I can’t.. focus with you..” you whisper silently, hips rocking back into his

“I see it, looks like a fracture on the left too” He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, “bump him up for me?”

You sigh, “you’re exploiting me, first gummy worms, now sex” you lean slightly as his fingers pull down the fabric of your bra, “Bren…”

He pulls away with the budge of his pager, “I’ll see you tonight”

And then he’s leaving you hot and bothered in the radiology office, “you’ll bring me more gummies if you come back!?” You shout out after him, to which he only nods and closes the door. Leaving you with your screens again.

Brendon grabs you as your shift ends, you walk down to the parking lot together. Not close enough to be suspicious, but enough for people to know that you do actually talk to people here.

“You’re evil y’know that?” You grumble as you throw your things into the back of his car, “‘m starting to think you have” you look at him as he reverses, his forearm over the back of the head rest, “ulterior motives”

Brendon scoffs, his hand then reaching down to your thigh. Squeezing softly, “yeah because essentially forcing my hand at a bar”

You roll your eyes, “acting like I pounced on you”

Brendon’s hand reaches through the waistband of your scrubs, finger gently settling against your covered mound, “you been wet all day?”

You lean back, “yeah, fuck- since. Since you basically mounted me like a dog”

You turn to see him smile softly, “hard to get close to it, so small”

You close your eyes, “Brendon.. can’t do this to a girl when she’s ovulating…”

You gasp when he plunges a finger into your cunt, “there she is”

You’re gasping and moaning as your hips rock down deeper, “god- Brendon”

He’s fucking fingering you while he’s driving, a hand on the steering wheel; the other inside you, legs spreading as he turns down familiar roads, “you gonna come?”

You choke back a moan, nodding sharply as your eyes flutter shut; legs squeezing his hand in place as your orgasm rocks through you. Leaving you panting against the seat. Fists clenching and unclenching from your scrubs, “I hate you” you whisper, “can we go inside now?”

But you barely make it through the front door when he closes the door behind you, his chest colliding with your back, hands raking up your body, pulling your shirt and scrub top off with such ease your earrings don’t even catch against the fabrics. You crash against the wall; letting him turn you so you’re facing him, your hands going to untie his scrubs, his finish loosening the knot in yours. He hoists you up, “fuck I could fuck you on these stairs”

You gasp, head tilting back as he slides your pants down and off of you kick them onto the floor, “you could, ‘m still young. Barely even twenty nine”

Brendon groans at that, fingers gripping into the fat of your ass as he hoists you upstairs. Laying you flat on your back against his shockingly soft bed, he pulls your underwear off, tossing it onto the floor.

You’re panting softly as he then pulls you into his lap, your legs straddling his hips as he slips inside you. Soft gasps and groans release from your lips as you rock against his hips. One hand spreading across your back; holding you stable as you moan into his mouth. Another hand reaching to cup your cheek as you rut against him.

“Bren.. fuck…”

“I know sweet girl, just like that” he whispers, his thumb rubbing your cheek slightly as you tilt your head back. Biting your lip between your teeth.

His hips rock up slightly, his lips kiss against your neck and collarbone, tongue licking against the tattoo under your collarbone, nose pressing into your neck; right where you apply your perfume each morning.

“You smell good” he whispers, hips rocking faster; your head rolls back as the tip of his cock hits against your cervix, “can I come inside you?”

“Yeah. Im on the pill”

You groan gutturally as your second orgasm washes over your body, eyes locking onto his as he finishes inside you; still pumping inside you as you roll your hips. Rocking yourself through the aftershocks, “oh..”

You sit there, in his lap, trembling slightly as he rubs your back, “you okay?” He asks, slowly pulling you off his lap, letting you lay flat against the bed, “hey, sweet girl talk to me”

“‘M okay, just.. catching my breath” You whisper, head rolling to face him, “I have to pee”

“Do you need help or?”

You shake your head, standing on shaky legs as you make way to his bathroom before returning.

You lay down next to him, “what are we?” You ask, still staring up at the light above you

“What do you mean? Are you asking if we’re friends or if we’re a couple?”

“A couple.. because- friends don’t. They don’t have sex.. or hookup in closets at work, or bring bribery gummy worms” you scratch your neck

“We’re dating” He nods, “nothing else about it. We’ll file a report to HR tomorrow”

You nod, “can I have.. um. Clothes”

Brendon shoots up, already a clean pair of underwear in the side of his dresser, gently maneuvering your legs to help you slide the underwear on.

He lays down next to you, his arm underneath your head, letting your head rest on top of his bicep.

“Reporting it to HR. Serious” you murmur, Brendon laughs. Low. Rich. Like music.

“You should see how much money I spend on your gummy worms each day, telling HR that I’ve got a girlfriend is nothing”

Thinking hurts; you’re struggling to breathe. Open mouthed gasps for air as you’re hoisted up by Dana and Princess. You spit the blood in your mouth out; blood dripping down your nose, down your mouth, “we’ve got Robby coming, and ortho. Took a good hit to that pretty face” Dana comments as she sits you down.

“Brendon’s coming?” You ask, slowly opening your eyes; closing them as soon as the bright florescent lights smack into your eyes

“First name basis?” Princess shares a look with Dana, who only shrugs, “Robby- she took a punch to the face, straight to the nose and eyes. And then pushed back onto her head”

You nod; like you’re analyzing your own case. Breathing hurts; thinking hurts. And Robby- fucking Robby, “Ow!” You hiss when he presses his thumbs against your nasal and lacrimal bones.

“Don’t touch Robbinavich” You hear Brendon boom from the entrance, gloves snapping on, “you dislodge a fracture and you’ll blind her”

Robby takes his hands away from your face as Brendon scoots in close on a stool, tilting your head back to look at you, “what happened to you sweetheart?”

Dana elbows princess before she can make a sound, “addict saw her come in to give him some antibiotics, punch to the face and a good shove to the ground” She recaps. Brendon gently touches the skin around your face; softening when he sees you hiss.

“CT, X-ray, she’s probably concussed. Tran, my fellow will have to take this case over as she is my fiancée” Brendon scoots back and you pout, “did you check her pupils?”

“Was about too, mind if I?”

Brendon steps back, Robby steps in. He flashes the light against your eyes; makes you follow his fingers with your eyes, “unequal, sluggish, and sensitive to light. You my friend, are going home and have a week off”

You sigh, “‘Kay… are you sure you’ll be fine without me?” You ask, “I think, maybe tomorrow I can come in?”

“No” Brendon says, “you’re not going anywhere until you’re clear. End of discussion, Dana and princess, will you make sure she is first for CT and x-ray? I will have my fellow here in five minutes” He doesn’t ask, just states. Not demanding, but demanding enough to make you soft. And grateful he’s here, and you really want a nap.

His fellow examines you, under his watchful eye. Just a broken nose, a concussion, although getting the bone put back into place.

“Well aren’t I glad we carpooled today” Brendon says as he helps you buckle into the car, your head is still throbbing. The base of your skull aches with the pain of a million hits to the head.

You groan, thinking hurts, everything hurts. Your body, your hands. Your face where bandages and a brace is placed over your nose. And you’re kicking yourself- because not even six months ago you’d finally gotten your deviated septum fixed. What. A. Waste.

“Im sorry baby, five more minutes. And I’ll get you a warm bath, and some soup” He rubs your thigh, and you grunt again. Awkwardly holding your head in your hands

He follows through; gently helping you out of your clothes, guiding your foot to gage if it’s warm enough. He helps you down into the warm water; avoiding the sweet bruise on your shoulder as he helps clean the smell of the hospital off your body, “ow” you breathe out, eyes closing as he tenderly washes your back, “can you..” you pause for a moment; waiting for the words to recognize into your mouth, “more warm water?”

“Yeah, I can do that”

The tub drains as it refills with steaming water before he plugs it again, you just sit there, steam rising against you, “will you wash my hair?”

Brendon moves wordlessly, “I’m gonna use a cup so you don’t tilt your head back” he washes your hair like he would a child; gently, using his hand to keep the water from splashing in your face. Gently massaging the conditioner into the ends of your hair.

“And you know the brush I like to detangle?” You ask, not bothering to look at him, “the purple one?”

“Yeah, I know” he gently works through the tangles of your hair, ends to mid section, to roots.

Brendon towel dries you off, patting your dripping hair and wrapping a towel around your body, you’re compliant as he lets you use his shoulders for stability to put your underwear back on.

“‘M so tired” you yawn, “I feel like I just worked a back to back shift”

“I know baby” He rubs your back as you slowly walk to the bedroom, “some Advil, and water”

You sip the water and take the Advil lovingly, “soup?”

He comes back with a little bowl of soup, a chicken stock with vegetables, on a tray. Brendon sits at the edge of the bed while you sip, careful to not spill- you know how much he hates eating in bed. Especially liquids.

“Im gonna let you sleep, but I’ll wake you up in two hours” He rubs your thigh gently when you finish the last of the soup, “is that okay?”

You nod, handing him the tray to bring back to the kitchen. And when he’s back he finds you nearly curled onto your side; pillow under your leg because Brendon says you’ll damage your hip if you don’t.

He sits on his side of the bed, room dim as he reads until his watch buzzes him to wake you up, “hey sweet girl, can you wake up for me” Brendon rubs your arm gently. You grunt and groan, “hey can you open your eyes?”

You rub your eye, grunting as you accidentally hit your nose with your knuckle, “I’m up.. it’s August second.. I don’t know what time it is.. um. We’re getting married in October in a vineyard in Napa.. and we’re going to.. Italy for our honeymoon”

Brendon smiles to himself, “my smart girl” He brushes the damp hair out of your face, kissing your cheek gently, “go back to bed, I love you”

You nod, “are you gonna go to bed soon?”

Brendon looks at you over his reading glasses, “yeah, in a minute”

He doesn’t actually sleep that night, stays up. Listening to the sounds of you breathing in the night; he looks over at you when you make a hiccuping sound- or when your breathing makes a funny sound when you roll over.

He doesn’t know why he can’t sleep; he wants too, but the image of you. Sat in the ER; soft tears coming down your face. Blood spurting from your nose, the way your hand is gently reaching to the back of your head.

It’s burned into his memory, the way you looked up at him through sorry and dazed eyes; the way you cried getting your nose set back into place.

The next few days are soft, limited screen time, light exercise, nothing complex, slow motion. Rest and recovery. It’s good that your future husband is a doctor, and that his specialty is bones. When you’ve just shattered your nose, you take slow walks around the neighborhood. In the morning before Brendon leaves for his shift.

When you’re back the onslaught of questions hits you like a truck, “you’re engaged?” Princess asks, “you told?”

You shake your head, “uh? HR? I’m a senior resident- he works in ortho I’m in ER there isn’t any overlap”

Dana smiles, “we’re happy for you kiddo, nose healed up nicely, didn’t you just get your septum fixed?”

You nod, “yeah. I’d like to fix it before the wedding again so” you shrug, “what have I missed?”

Santos looks up from where she’s charting, smiling like a Cheshire Cat, “so you’ve been together for?”

You purse your lips, “uh. Three ish years? Met on a dating app”

Santos slaps her hands down against her computer, “BOOYAH!” She shouts, “I won the pot!”

Princess and Perlah groan in annoyance, and you look at Dana for information, “a bet on how long you’ve been together, and how you met. Now the real kicker, where’s the wedding?”

You smile, “Napa California, beautiful vineyard, and then Italy for our honeymoon”

Dan nods, “congratulations sweetheart. Let’s get to work now”

Sidney Crosby had known of Macklin celebrinis girlfriend since the Olympics, when he was finishing lacing up and overheard a complaint from Macklin about an intimate detail of their lives, “I love her y’know- but every time we try and have sex I just… I can’t make her finish. I mean we’ve never had sex with anyone but eachother so maybe that’s why?” Macklin stares down at his gloves.

That was over six months ago, so- color him surprised when the same sentence had been repeated again, “but I can’t like blame us we’ve never been with anyone else. We’re both virgins”

Sidney has to force himself to not sigh out loud, because it’s really not that hard to make a girl come. He doesn’t hate locker room talk, hell. He’d participated in sharing his own sexual escapades in his youth; but it’s pitiful hearing months apart that you still haven’t had a proper orgasm.

Macklin catches Sidney shaking his head, “what you’ve never not made a girl come?” He asks; voice tight and defensive

Sidney scoffs, “once. It’s really not that hard Macklin” mack rolls his eyes.

“If you’d met her you’d understand”

Sidney looks up at Macklin, swallowing and licking his lips before replying, “let me meet her” He stands, pressing a hand to macklins shoulder. Thankful for the now empty locker room, “let me show you how easy it is”

When Macklin first asks about having Sidney Crosby teach the two of you how to properly have sex, you think he’s joking, or drunk. Or both. Laughter bubbles out of your chest and subsequently dies when you see him remain stern faced, “you’re kidding?”

“No”

Macklin moves to the edge of the hotel bed, sitting across from you, “we can’t finish each other off and. I think it might be… fun?” When he reaches for your ankle you don’t pull away, but he can see the goosebumps against your skin, “he is more experienced than the both of us”

You stare at him, pondering the idea of the Sidney Crosby seeing you and mack. Watching. Critiquing. He’s not wrong, whatever the two of you have been doing clearly has not been working, “okay” You murmur, “um.. when?”

Macklin perks up, eyes beaming and wide with the approval, “tomorrow?”

You gulp, “okay..”

Sidney Crosby meets you, officially the following night. He’s seen you in the news, briefly interacted with you at team events. You look different now. Soft lighting; hands shaking and twisting at the necklace against your chest. All this nervous energy and nowhere for it to go, “we don’t have to do this” Sidney says as the door clicks behind him, “the moment you’re uncomfortable; or it’s too much we stop”

Macklin walks over to you, wrapping an arm around you, “whenever you want to stop we can stop. Okay?”

You nod, “okay. I just- um. Never done this before” you twiddle your hands together, nervous eyes flicking between Sidney and Macklin.

Sidney nods, “that’s ok sweetheart, I’m gonna take good care of you and Macklin, show you how to do it right” Sidney watches as you inhale, hoodie loose around your upper body. Sweatpants that show how you’ve been lounging around with mack, “can you take this off for me honey?” Sidney asks, watching as Macklin gives you room.

“‘M not wearing a bra” You murmur as you lift the sweatshirt over yourself, your nipples pebble at the coldness of the air, “or a shirt” you add on. Sidney doesn’t hide the fact he’s looking at your breasts. The way your stomach quivers at the cold, goosebumps around your skin.

“Fuck” Sidney breathes, he wants to step in closer. Take your breasts into his mouth and lick and suck on them until you shake and cry with pleasure. But he refrains, “why don’t you take those off too” he pulls at the drawstring of your sweatpants.

Your panties aren’t lacy, just simple light pink cotton. You kick them away, looking from Sidney to mack, “why am I naked.. why aren’t you naked”

“I can fix that” Macklin replies, eagerly stripping down to his boxers. Unashamedly showing his boner off to your wandering eye.

“Can I touch you?” Sidney asks you, waiting for that verbal. ‘Yes’ before stepping close to you. Hands settling on your hips as he guides you backwards onto the king sized bed. Watching as you lay on your back when Sidney gently pushes you down. He stands between your spread legs, he brings his hands up to your breasts. Touching them softly. You lean back into the bed; mouth agape and soft moans leaving your mouth as Sidney gropes and feels your breasts, “Macklin” Sidney orders, “come here”

Macklin obeys, standing where Sidney once stood, “yes?” He asks.

“Show me how you do it” Sidney tells him, gently smacking Macklin when he goes to pull his boxers down, “with them on”

Macklin grabs at your hips, crawling over you onto the bed. He slots his hips between your legs, watching as you gasp and moan at the sensation, “Mackie” you whimper, gasping as his clothed cock bunches against your slit.

“Touch her breasts for me” Sidney orders. Smiling to himself when Macklin shakily reaches for your chest. Large hands harshly groping your breasts. You shake your head, pouting at the unwelcome sensation, “does that feel good baby?” Sidney asks, already knowing the answer.

“No!” You cry out, “too hard!”

Macklins grip softens, you moan from pleasure. Hips rocking with his, head tossed back as he grinds against you.

You whine loudly, hands reaching to touch Macklin. Feeling the muscle of his back as he humps against you, “mnh” Macklin groans, “I’m gonna- gonna” Macklins body tenses, hips attempting to hammer into you. Pathetically blocked by his boxers and your underwear. He comes like that, hips curled up and stuttering as you wail.

“Mackie I wanna finish too” You pout, looking to Sidney for help. Sidney toys with the waistband of your panties, slipping his hand down to your cunt. You gasp a moan, eyes fluttering closed as he gathers your slick onto his fingers, “yes” You nod, “Sidney, yes”

“Take those off” Sidney orders to the two of you. And you both eagerly slip out of your underwear, kicking it onto the floor. And you eagerly spread your legs.

Macklins cock goes hard again, the sight of Sidney’s fingers buried inside you, creamy fluid seeping from your opening, “can I. I wanna. Wanna be inside her”

Sidney looks over, “gonna have her come on your cock?” Macklin mouths a yes, “gonna make you see how she comes on my fingers”

Your toes curl when Sidney thumbs at your clit, his hand reaching to pull your thighs up. Showing off the Macklin the way you greedily take him, “look at this good girl” Sidney says, “can’t believe you haven’t been making her finish” He strokes your clit gently, “most sensitive cunt I’ve ever seen”

You gasp, hand reaching to hold Sidney’s wrist, “don’t stop” you beg, “I’m- I’m gonna cum” you repeat, nodding to yourself as you tighten around Sidney’s fingers. Mouth falling open with a silent moan as you go slack against the bed.

You stay there, breathing softly, “gonna have Macklin fuck you now. That okay?” Sidney asks. When you nod, “need you to say it for me baby”

“Yes”

Sidney watches Macklin slowly push into you, legs shaking as Macklin’s cock fills you up, “m—nnhgh” you rock your hips up, greeting the head of his cock with your pelvis. Eyes rolling back as Macklin slowly thrusts. His own body tired from before, reeling at the overstimulation of your raw warmth wrapped around him.

He leans forward, pressing gentle kisses into your neck as you moan. Head rolling to look back at Sidney, standing to your side. Cock in his hand. Stroking himself to the sight of you, “keep fuckin her” Sidney says, “just like that, such a good boy”

Macklin whimpers at the praise, tears cloud your eyes as the overstimulation rolls into you, Macklin hitting so deep inside you, the praise of Sidney. The orgasm from before making you soft against the bed. The plap of skin against skin, slick sliding against your thighs, “I’m gonna cum” you gasp, “Mackie- Sidney I- I’m gonna cum”

“M-me too!” Macklin gasps.

“Don’t pull out!” You beg, nails digging into Macklins back, “need to feel you like- ngh! Hah!”

Macklins head bows between your chest, taking in one of your nipples with his mouth as you finish around his cock. Cream coating the base of his member, your eyes fluttering closed as Macklin empties himself inside you.

You lay there, legs shaking. Watching as Sidney finishes into his hand. Macklin pants softly, still deep inside you. Cock softening in your warmth, “that was so good” He murmurs. You can only nod, head spinning and chest heaving.

You huff slightly when Macklin pulls out, white sheen coating his cock as he lays out onto his back. Sidney approaches from the bathroom. Soft towel in hand, “gotta clean her up” He instructs, “shes in a subspace right now. Your responsibility to make sure she’s ok”

Macklin nods, jumping up to grab the towel. Gently wiping the warm damp cloth against your thighs, and inner legs, “too sensitive?” He asks when you gasp at the warm contact against your cunt.

You make a sound that Macklin believes is approval.

Sidney nods to himself, watching your eyes droopily flutter closed, “hopefully this helps your head on the ice” He comments.

Macklin looks up, “if.. if I wanted to do this again…”