#mark greene

I knew Dennis was having a hard time. I knew he was in trouble. But I was too busy... and I just didn't wanna get dragged down. I didn't listen.

By the way, I was in medical school with Benton – he used to get sick all the time. So don't let him give you any crap.

~John Carter x nurse!reader

~Word count: 2k

~Cw: Several uses of y/n, kissing/making out, mentions of sex but no smut, groping, boners, flashing (reader shows Carter her bra), graphic language, let me know if I missed anything!

~Summary: you and John Carter are secretly dating. You both have fallen into a domestic routine together, but after being separated all day, you can’t keep your hands off each other. A new bra, an interruption, a little (big) problem, and some teasing.

~a/n: I can’t stop writing about John Carter guys. It’s bad, I literally can’t finish writing about anyone else. Maybe it’s a sign from the universe idk, anyways enjoy!!! Reblog, share, or like if you do!!!

The sound of your alarm clock always made you groan. The loud beeping awaking you from a not so deep sleep, trying to ignore it until you stretched and slipped out of bed.

Some mornings weren’t so bad though. Some mornings you woke up to an alarm that wasn’t yours. Though it sounded similar, you woke up to the shrill noise of John Carter’s alarm.

His bed was softer than yours, more expensive, the sheets were a much higher thread count, and the pillows were fluffier. That’s not what made it better though.

What made it better was the feeling of John’s warm body next to yours. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you tight to his chest. His soft breathing tickling your forehead.

Hands splayed across his chest, you would always wake up to the alarm before him. That was your favorite part. Because when you woke up first you could angle your head and get the perfect view of his sleeping face.

This would go on until around the seventh beep of the alarm and then his eyes would flutter open, a soft groan and slight stretch following. Then he would catch you staring, reciprocating until the twelfth beep.

The two of you had a good routine. You would lay there and eventually, silently get up together to brush your teeth. Side by side, shoulders brushing. Looking at each other in the mirror. It felt domestic.

He would jump in the shower and you would start making your shared breakfast. You preferred to shower at night. Just another reason you complimented each other so well you supposed.

Both of you dressed and headed out the door before 6:30. It didn’t feel so early when it was like this. It felt good, walking hand in hand to John’s car, music playing quietly as you drove to work.

As always, he dropped you off on the corner a few blocks from County General’s ambulance entrance and then he would go park. You both avoided letting your coworkers in on your personal relationship with each other.

It started as a casual thing, so no one really needed to know. A few nights spent together didn’t change how you treated each other at work.

But one day you started staying over longer, going out together more often, and you fell into your domestic routine. The conversation wasn’t some big confession, just a simple “I want to be with you” on your couch.

Telling everyone you knew still didn’t feel so necessary. Of course you met each other’s family and friends, but it was nice that at work it was just between you. It belonged to you and him.

Plus it meant no one treated you like a doctor’s girlfriend. The stereotype of nurses falling for doctors and then quitting their job and becoming housewives wouldn’t do you any favors.

You wanted to be taken seriously, and while you did want to start a family with John someday, you had worked hard to be an RN. So you kept it under wraps.

You were only human though, so often, in a lull, one of you would pull the other into the bathroom, a supply closet, or an on call room with the blinds closed to spend a moment alone.

Or something a little more intimate. But this particular morning you had been separated most of the day. Multiple traumas coming in and tons of patients keeping you busy.

It didn’t help that most you kept getting assigned to Mark Greene’s cases. You loved Mark, he was a great doctor and friend, but you missed your doctor.

Maybe you were being dramatic or selfish, but when the busy ER finally settled, you took the first chance you got to get your boyfriend alone. The suture room would have to do.

His slight yelp was no shock when you pulled his arm into the vacant room. “What th- hey!” He finally saw that the culprit was you. Suddenly he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, arms wrapping around your waist and slightly bending over to meet you at face level.

Your noses were touching as you lustfully stared into his eyes. “I missed you today,” you spoke in that voice you know makes him weak in his knees. A slight singing tone to it.

“You saw me this morning, what’s got you so excited?” He responded, a teasing undertone to his words, he pulled you even closer as your lips almost touched.

“But I haven’t seen you since then,” you said with a frown leaning your lower body into his. You felt the outline of your second favorite body part of his grow more noticeable. Your first was obviously his smile, you were a sucker for it, really.

“We have work to do,” he scolded, not at all serious. In fact he kept pulling into you, inviting you into him. He placed his lips on yours.

The two of you connected, deep and needy. You could feel the warmth in your lower belly grow as his arms moved upwards and his hands came to grope your chest.

He separated from you, much to your dismay, and said in almost a whisper, “I heard you telling Chuny about the new bra you bought. I can’t believe you would tell her before me.”

You got hot in the face, and then slapped his chest lightly. “You’ve seen it already, John. It’s not exactly news you share with your boyfriend, it’s not anything special really, just comfortable.” You reprimanded.

His grin grew. “I have not seen it!” He laughed, more like giggled. He pinched your side and spoke again. “Show it to me?” He sounded so genuine now. So shy and sweet, you couldn’t resist him.

You made a show of it. Rolling your eyes and pulling your body from his grip. He grabbed your arms and held them to your hands until you fully departed.

Your hands made their way to the bottom hem of your scrub top and white thermal undershirt. You crossed your arms and slowly pulled upward, further and further up until your bra was visible and your face hardly was.

The bra really was nothing special. A white ribbed material with small, delicate blue flowers decorating the fabric. But it fit you well.

John’s grin softened until disappearing completely. The playful look in his eye shifted into a lustful one and he stood there slack jawed. It didn’t matter how many times he’d seen you naked or in your underwear, you were one of the wonders of the world.

“You happy now, perv?” You giggled. You secretly enjoyed the attention. You liked the feel of his perverted gaze on your breasts as you stood there exasperated.

When his didn’t answer you dropped your arms slightly. “John? Are yo-“ your words were cut off by him kissing you once more. His hands came up to your bra and he kneaded the soft masses.

Your hands dropped your shirt and cupped his face, threading into his hair and gripping it gently. Your mouths moved in a synchronized motion. Holding and kissing and feeling each other for a while.

His hands dipped into the cups of your bra and fiddled underneath them, touching your bare skin now. He pinched his fingers around your nipples and you gasped. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue against yours and press them together.

You couldn’t get enough of each other, only parting to take quick deep breaths before diving back into each other. The outline in his pants grew harder and harder, sending waves of warmth to your panties.

One hand remained as one traveled to lower regions, getting to the waistband of your scrub pants. His long fingers started to sneak inside. He got a few inside the hem before you heard a sharp knock.

You both froze instantly. Three knocks indicating someone needed one of you, or the room. You didn’t know which one was worse.

Your name came from the other side of the door. Your eyes grew wide and you pulled slightly away from John. He smiled slightly, all too proud that you were the one whose name was called.

You swatted his shoulder slightly before dropping your head on it. You didn’t want this moment to end. But the voice came again.

“Y/N are you in there? Mark’s looking for you, he needs the labs on the patient in exam 4.” Carol’s familiar voice ring through your ears.

“Uh- yeah I’m in here, just a minute! Tell Mark I’ll be right there!” You shouted slightly. You didn’t want to open the door to reveal yourself. If you and John were caught by Carol, you were more than caught. She would tell Doug, Doug would tell everyone else. The cycle was inevitable.

You listened for her footsteps steps to fade before moving to unlock the door and leave to do your job. John held you in place for a moment when you tried to make your way to the door, kissing you one last time. This time was sweeter, as good bye or a “good luck explaining this,” you couldn’t tell.

You opened the door and looked back at him, he had faced away from you and was leaned over the gurney, hands on either side. Your brows furrowed as you let the door close and stepped toward him again.

“Hey baby, are you okay?“ You worried, was something wrong? His reply was strained and cracked.

“I’m fine! Just need a minute.” The middle of the phrase lifted an octave in his voice. You came closer before realizing his problem at last.

A giggle left your lips as he slowly turned his head toward you. His little predicament was a hard solve. A large, hard reminder of your encounter sat between his legs. He couldn’t exactly leave like that.

“It’s not funny Y/N.” He deadpanned. His tone was straight and serious. You couldn’t help but let little chuckles out. It was pretty funny.

“I’m sorry honey! I just-“ another laugh, “I didn’t realize-“ again, “you have a bone-“ he cut you off. “Stop talking!” You let a louder laugh out this time almost folding in half at his little outburst.

“Okay, okay, I’ll leave I’m sorry I’ll see you later.” Your laughs finally subsided. You left a gentle slap on his bum as you walked to the door and finally left the room.

Later he sat at the admit desk, filling out the last bits of information on a few charts. Checking the time on his watch more often than he’d like to admit. He couldn’t wait to finish what you had started earlier.

“Carter!” His name was shouted from a few feet away. Doug came into view. “Are you seeing anyone?” He asked. John’s eyebrows raised in confusion. The he replied.

“Why? At you interested?” He quipped. He wasn’t typically so sarcastic or quick with a comment like that. But the tension between you two earlier had him on an edge all day.

Doug didn’t even flinch. “No, I’ve got this friend who needs a date to-“ John cut him off. “I’m not really looking for anything right now.” Short and to the point. He didn’t even want to entertain the thought of being with someone else.

Doug chuckled a little and said “well hang on, you don’t even know what she’s looks like! What if she’s the girl of your dreams?” Yeah right, John thought. He knew the girl of his dreams, and she was standing over at curtain 1, tending to a woman with a large cut on her hand.

“Unless you’re just nervous… I mean it’s been a while since you’ve dated anyone right? Maybe you’ve been out of the game too long.” Doug got his attention again. John rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to respond, but got cut off for the millionth time today.

“Who’s been out of the game too long?” Mark came up to them, holding a chart between his hands, placing into the rack. His professional demeanor dropping due to his subtle love of gossip.

“Carter,” Doug replied. “He won’t go out with Emily, that blonde insurance girl from upstairs.” He added. Mark raised his brows.

“Well why not? She’s nice, Carter, I’m sure you’d get along.” He pressed. Because to the best of their knowledge, John Carter was a single man. Why wouldn’t he want to go out with an attractive woman.

“I’m just… busy right now. I’m trying to focus on work for a while before I get to dating again.” The lie was hard to get out. He had no reason to say no. Not to them. And he didn’t want them to think he was nervous. So he said that.

The lie was not believed, though, as they continued to tease him and prod for answers while he ignored them. They finally got called away to consult a resident on their case and John let out a sigh of relief.

You finished your work on the woman in curtain 1 and turned over your shoulder to him, smiling wide when you caught him staring. He dropped his head quickly, he was going to get you guys caught, he knew it.

You grabbed your chart and walked over to admit to stand next to him, keeping your eyes on the rack and pretending to go through the charts there to look busy.

You smiled widely, biting your lip. “Trying to focus on work, huh?” You teased, a lightness in your voice, quiet enough to not give you away.

He sat up straighter and turned to his side where you stood. An incredulous smile plastered on his face.