#prettytragcdies

The moment their eyes met across the room, amidst the clink of glasses and the dull hum of conversation, it was as though everything else fell away. He couldn't look away for the rest of the night.

Gabriel stepped closer, his intentions somewhat innocent—a drink, a word, a smile. But he got closer and closer to the point where he was near enough to catch the scent of her perfume—sweet, warm, intoxicating. And it did something to him. Something he couldn’t shake.

The corner of his mouth lifted into something crooked, something dangerous, when his eyes fell on the glint of her wedding ring. So, she was married. The thought barely registered before it was swept aside.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice barely a whisper too close to her ear, rough from the heat building between them. "And I'll walk."

His fingers brushed her hip—light, almost casual—but it wasn't. Not even close. He didn't mean a damn word. He didn't want them to stop.

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He led her out of the main room, through a dimly lit hallway almost no one used, the noise and people fading behind them. The air grew quieter, the tension between them palpable as they stepped into a space half-hidden, but not fully private.

His mouth hovered near hers, not quite kissing her—just close enough for their breaths to mingle, hot and heavy. His eyes dark hungry, taking all of her in.

"Last chance," he murmured, his voice low, rough—a challenge, a dare. It was the kind of thing he'd say just before pulling a trigger. But she didn't pull away. And God help them both, that was enough.

The kiss came suddenly—rushed, desperate, wanting to savor every second of it. Her lips were soft and warm against his, and the sound she made struck something deep in his chest. His hands gripped her waist, dragging her close, guiding her back against the wall. His other hand found her thigh, lifting and hooking her leg around his hip without hesitation.

Just curious who all you write from "E.R.", because it's about time that fandom became more active around this place again. :) Also, apologies if I accidentally missed it while scrolling through your muse list. // @prettytragcdies

No, you're fine, I only ever update my muse page once an ice age! I currently write Doug Ross, though I am open to adding more muses as I continue with the series -- Benton and Weaver are something of a siren song to me that I am trying to block out until I get settled/see more of them. I also write a verse for my Robby from The Pitt where part of his early career was spent at County General, somewhere between his time at Big Charity and PTMC, though that's not quite what you asked.

Dom holds his bag over his shoulder as he stands outside the front door of his and Monica's place. DJ is at soccer practice and Audrey is out with her friends, or so he was told. He knew Trudy or Voight would tell him if either one was in trouble, hurt or had been picked up by one of them. Right now, his focus was on how to tell Monica that Ryan and Evie were both back in town.

Dom had known since last night and had stayed late at the station to finish up some paperwork, but also stayed late to try and figure out how to tell his wife about their son and granddaughter, which is the situation he was currently in.

Yet another attempt at groveling for Amanda to take him back was being shut down, and in a rather rude manner. Sure, she was right that he was indeed full of shit and talking out of his ass to try and get her to believe that he was changed. And while he was doing his best to change, he was still married to his work as Amanda had often said in the past, and that was likely never going to change.

🎸 —— The way he practically purred when that word, that title rolled off her lips. Daddy. It was ironic, and it didn't escape him, that such a word shot right to his cock. Feeling it twitch within the confines of his denim, swell even more at the sight of Serenity's tight little pussy... Glistening with arousal, all for him. His palm finding the bulge of his cock, squeezing it to give some relief...

He'd be more than willing to have her cry out, whimper and earn that daddy title. Despite being a horrible father. This was evident of that. Having Serenity in his room was evident of that. Having his daughter's best friend in his suite? Fuck. It should have given him pause, some amount of guilt. But Jane already didn't want anything to do with him, not that he could blame her, but his pride was hurt as well with her rejection, even after admitting he did her and her mama wrong, ignoring her existence and yes, it was too little too late. But at least he tried. He did his best.

Fuck it. What did it matter? He was a bastard through and through... Might as well indulge in a sweet thing like Serenity. Smiling as he looked down on her. Such precious lips as well... Would look so much better wrapped around his cock.

maybe it was the thought of mason moving to the other side of the country, but a sadness sat with the triplet. in amongst all of the panicking she'd been doing as to why they'd been summoned together in the way that they had, the thought of one of the family moving somewhere far away hadn't actually crossed her mind. she liked that they were all close together. but it did seem like a more likely option than one of their parents being incredibly sick out of the blue.

"wait, what?" caroline's appearance at least meant that the sisters were safe and sound, another worry crossed off the list of potentials. now there was a whole new problem to deal with. "where did you hear that? did dad tell you? and why did he tell you first?" in a family as big as theirs, there was always going to be someone who knew the details first –– rachel just didn't like when it wasn't her.

"tell us what you know, right now." they still had time, before their parents turned up she was sure. "you have to spill. triplet privilege and all that."