#movadi

victoria hiccups and refuses to make eye contact with all those who are present, trying her best to ignore the heavy gazes dragging all over her body but it is futile—cassie made sure everyone knows that her pretty bird loves being watched; told them how nothing makes victoria hornier than seeing how people react to her. and oh how the group reacts.

they praise victoria like she is theirs too—theirs to spoil, to pamper, to love—and call her their pretty girl, their lovely doll. they croon at her broken whimpers, rumbling in delight whenever her toes curl at a particular drag of cassie's fingers, and outright moaning when victoria keens like they're the ones making her feel good right now.

victoria makes the mistake of glancing up, blinking teary eyes towards the pile of bodies just out of her reach, and meets the darkened gaze of emery. emery's flushed up to her roots but her composure is rigid, unbreakable. if it was not for the sweat beading on her temple and the way her lips are starting to bruise from how much she's been biting them, victoria wouldn't even know if she was affecting her too. but she was, had been since cassie pulled victoria to her lap.

emery narrows her eyes, looking so pleased with herself and purrs out, "are you gonna cum soon, sweet thing?"

the room pauses in bated breath, waiting for victoria's answer. and how their baby makes them proud.

"mhmm," victoria starts, licking her lips, then, "can i, please?"

that causes a cataclysmic reaction—voices clash against each other, all hungry to allow her, to praise her for asking permission, for knowing her manners. cassie rumbles in her own delight, the sound reverberating from her chest to victoria's back, and it leaves victoria to feel so overwhelmed by the love that surrounds her. in putting her trust in cassie, cassie's given her something to look forward to.

sniffling, her heart squeezing with the magnitude of her joy, she turns to cassie and seeks out her permission too.

"mommy, can i?" victoria asks, tooth-achingly sweet.

cassie croons and kisses her forehead before saying, "of course, baby. cum for me, yeah? cum for mommy and her friends."

victoria does and what a sight she is.

tomorrow, at work, they'll all straggle to her with praises on their tongue and hunger steeping in their bellies. trinity will hold her hand, loop their pinkies together; samira will gather her in her arms, breathe her in; mel finds her excuse by asking victoria if mel can fix her hair; dana doesn't bother with any and just steps near victoria to tel her how good she did; yolanda backs her against the wall, teases her by bringing up eileen; and emery—

when victoria javadi shows up at the pitt, samira mohan initally thinks little of it. obviously, she notices how quick victoria is, how knowledgeable too. she also notices that victoria hasn't quite mastered people skills yet, but that's something that can be worked on.

what she doesn't expect, though, is for victoria javadi to find a place in every single crevice of her life. or, more concerningly, for samira herself to welcome it.

it's easy, perhaps even expected, for samira to be one of the senior residents that victoria is regularly paired with. samira knows that she's probably the best patient-oriented mentor around the pitt victoria could find (other than cassie), and while victoria sometimes might toe a line or two, working with her is smooth. they find a rhythm quickly, maybe even too quickly, because all of a sudden, samira is catching herself biting down on smiles when victoria maybe says a little bit more than she should to a patient, or staring at black computer screens that reflect how high her cheekbones have risen while watching victoria fire a quick retort back at her mother.

fondness, she realizes one day when looking at herself in the glass doors of one of the patient rooms as she watches victoria's bouncy ponytail and vanilla perfume leave.

which is fine. there's no rule against being fond of your interns.

except fondness isn't just an emotion; it's a state of being that keeps leading samira into trouble.

trouble like a bar on a friday night, when she really should to be home reading a case study emery mentioned the other day offhandedly, except when the pittlings had invited samira (as they usually do), it's victoria's round eyes that she meets and victoria's sweet, high-pitched lilt that the request is coming from. in fact, samira doesn't even register that she's accepted, just hears trinity shriek and mel grab her arm slightly -- all because she hasn't yet shifted her gaze from victoria.

trouble like a coffee shop on a saturday afternoon when samira had wanted to work a double, but victora had literally removed her name from the work spreadsheet and instead sent her a google calendar invite from 11 AM to 5 PM. they have plans to see a movie later, samira thinks, although she's not entirely sure. mostly, she's been pretty content to let victoria drag her around pittsburg, to go off on tangents about olivia rodgrido's new album or the hunger games movie that's coming out soon or anything really.

trouble like her bed on a wednesday evening after the shift from hell. she hadn't even thought about it, after catching victoria walking away from elieen with tears threatening to burst. she had just folded victoria into her arms, making eye contact with dana, an unspoken i'm taking her home passed over victoria's head, now buried into her left shoulder. samira holds victoria's hand the entire ride back to her apartment, ignoring the pit rapidly growing in her stomach at the fact that victoria refuses to break contact for practically the entire night. when samira drops her hand to heat up a frozen pizza -- they need to eat something -- victoria instantly throws her hands around samira's waist, burying her face between samira's shoulder blades. even now, as victoria's breathing slows down, victoria's arms are still wrapped around samira, her chin slotted right above samira's collarbone as she finally begins falling asleep from her perch on samira's chest.

samira can see herself in the little mirror on her desk. victoria had bought it weeks ago, tired of doing her makeup in samira's tiny bathroom but frustrated by the fact that samira owned no other mirrors. there are a few various makeup brushes and products strewn across the desk too, which samira probably would have put away if she had needed her desk since victoria last used it. but like so many other things in samira's life, the desk feels like victoria's now, not to mention the fact that samira's spending less and less time at her desk, busy now with coffee dates and concert dates and--

love, she realizes when looking at herself in the desk mirror.

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the pitt month: week 2: relationships, friendships, and dynamics [2/9]

THE PITT • 2.02

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“Sandwich? Like between two men?”

YES SISTER

I now want Victoria to experience the best sandwich. Mateo and Shen? Whitaker and Shen? Doesn’t have to be men! Santos and Mohan? Mix and match the combos!