#primesblurbs

Your friend is diabetic, she drops and you panic. After dragging her to the ED and who helps you? Dr. Michael Robinavitch.

He reassures you and helps your best friend. Past the tears and the hugs you eventually leave, the older doctor stuck in your mind. So much so your fingers find their way down past your shorts and cotton underwear once or twice his name on your lips.

During an exam celebration you spot someone very familiar across the bar, his eyes already jumping away from your gaze.

He was watching first, so you decide to approach first.

Hands skim his shoulder first as you slip beside him, eyes raking up to his eyes as you smile innocently.

It starts with ‘You were a paitent-“

Replied by a ‘My friend was-‘ your hand climbing to adjust his already perfect collar.

Next it’s ’You are young-‘

Replied by ‘Old enough to drink and plenty old enough to suture any old wounds closed-‘

A nursing student freshly graduated he had learned as you had guided him towards the bathroom.

And lastly its ’Hike your leg up for me-‘ Whispered between breaths as he pushed your skirt up, cotton underwear tugged to the side. Your back pressed into the single stall of the bathroom wall.

His beard itched your thigh, his nose nudging your clit.

Replied by- Cries of his name, soon muffled by your hands at his order. Your hips cantering upward to meet his persistent devouring. Legs squirming as a coil tightened. Then shattering as if cold water was poured over your person, hips stuttering.

then finally

‘I have a good couch.’ You mumbled as he stood, wiping his lips. Brown eyes big as his calloused hands steady you by finding place on your hips.

‘I have an even better idea.’ He mumbled, nose skimming your own. You hummed at the idea. ‘A bed, mine.’

Much later you wake up, sore- But never more glad for your friends episode, or you wouldn’t have the arm of an ER doctor wrapped around your naked middle.

Only downside? He was a penguins fan.