#nightmdic.

how long has she been coming to marie to get stitched up?

maybe longer than she'd care to admit. jessica isn't someone who seeks help willingly. but she found an excuse to keep showing up at the other woman's place at unacceptable hours, covered in blood, or too sloshed to know up from down. and marie was always kind. she was always gentle. her hands were soft and warm. and jessica was...

fuck, jessica was lonely. tonight is no different.

she watches the woman work on the huge cut on her leg.

jessica had to take her jeans off. it's not the first time she has to undress in front of marie. she's not shy about her body. she's nursing a half-empty bottle of scotch in one hand as she watches the nurse work. jess will heal, in a few hours. it's just an excuse. but she also can't keep bleeding through every pair of jeans she owns. and god, those hands are so soft. her dark curls fit around her gorgeous face like a halo. jessica is fucking drunk. so when she grabs her hair?

she thinks it's a great idea to pull the other woman up and kiss her like they're lovers. she thinks it's a great idea when marie's lips part open in surprise to slide her tongue into her mouth and pull her up against the table, forcing herself between her legs, her hands grabbing hold of her thighs. she breaks the kiss when she's panting, the taste of marie's lips making her heart beat faster. she wants to ravish this woman, to suck her clit until she's screaming her name.

❝ been wanting to do that for a really, really long time. ❞ there's an apology in there somewhere, if she really screwed the pooch here.