#santevans

Trinity knocks on the door in front of her with a firm hand, a bit harder than she meant to because of her nerves that had been steadily increasing over the last couple of hours.

Earlier that day, Dana had caught her outside on a smoke break and asked if she wanted to come to the poker night she threw at her house every month. Taken completely off guard, Trinity had mumbled out a noise of acceptance before clearing her throat and nodding her head with a taut smile. The nurse had quirked an eyebrow before chuckling out an "Okay, I'll text you the address," and walking back in through those distressing sliding doors.

Little did the brunette know her patients would be the least stressful part of her day compared to this. She's still standing on the porch, rocking back and forth on her heels, beginning to think that this is some sort of prank and that there wasn't actually a poker night. About to turn around and speed walk back to her car, the front door swings open and reveals the hostess herself, freezing Trinity in place.

"You found it! Sorry for leavin' you out here so long, I told one of the boys to grab you while I headed to the bathroom but I don't think they heard me." Giving Trinity a once over, she takes in the doctor's fashion sense outside of scrubs and waves her in with a wide smile, taking off her jacket and placing it on the rack beside the door. "Come on in kid, we'll get you a drink and start takin' your money."

An hour later, the green eyed woman is sitting around Dana's professional poker table with Heather, Cassie, Perlah, Princess, Donnie, and Mateo. She's doing terribly so far, Princess and Perlah both trying to give her pointers in hushed Tagalog, but the other players eventually catch on and begin jokingly jeering.

Donnie catches onto the way she wrinkles her nose before every fold, unintentionally calling her out and causing the young doctor's skin to prickle at the sudden attention from everyone's eyes on her.

"My bad, Santos, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that," he apologizes with a slow nod of his head while still wearing a slight smirk.

Unluckily for him, Trinity had also noticed his tell earlier and decided to deflect the heat off of herself with a shrug and pointed glare. "No worries, I saw you the way you like to pull your ear, so we're even."

The crowd around the table begins laughing, and Donnie's smirk spreads into a full on smile as he raises his fist in the doctor's direction as a sign of respect. She bumps it with her own, and just like that, she's been initiated into the group.

Shortly after that interaction, her and Donnie make a bet that if either of them fold, they have to take a shot of their choice. Neither one to back down, they start right away, and at first, Trinity is able to hold her own, but after the first few, she's starting to feel the effects. Looking over at Donnie, she tries to count how many he's had, and realizes it's the same amount as her, but due to his stature, he can hold it better.

After she heads to the bathroom to try and sober up a bit, Trinity realizes she's further gone than she thought, her reflection in the mirror doubling and spinning at the same time. Splashing some cold water on her face, she strolls back into the room as gracefully as she can and plops down on the couch behind everyone as they turn to teasingly coo at her.

"You alright, kid? Lookin' a little green there."

Her eyes flick up to Dana's concerned face and she gives the nurse her best smile, nodding her head as a slight wave of nausea hits. "Yeah, just had to take a break. Could, I, uh, bother you for a glass of water, though?"

With a sly glint in her eye, the older woman stands up and heads to the kitchen to grab her the requested drink before returning a minute later. When Dana leans forward to set the water in Trinity's hands, her tank top droops just enough for the brunette to catch an inch of cleavage and cause her stomach to somersault for different reasons than the alcohol.

Straightening back up and padding over to her spot at the table, the older nurse is being watched with unknowingly focused eyes before Trinity sees Perlah snickering behind her hand and realizes she's been caught, blushing and ducking her head down to hide the redness.

She begins to nod off shortly after, eventually succumbing to her fatigue altogether, and only stirs when a gentle hand shakes her shoulder while her name is repeatedly called from above.

"Trinity."

"Trinity."

"Santos."

"Dr. Santos."

Opening her eyes with a start, she looks around for her coworker that the voice belonged to, expecting to see their usual emergency department surroundings, and is confused when she only sees Dana's amused face and an empty living room.

"You missed a good game. Heather kicked all our asses, as usual," the older woman laughs as she walks over to the kitchen sink and loads the dirty glasses into her dishwasher. She's swaying a bit now, her earlier beverages having caught up and giving her a decent buzz.

Trinity feels more sober than when she fell asleep, but still not to where she can drive. Deciding she'll hang out and drink some more water until she's comfortable enough to leave, she sits up and rubs her forehead, feeling a slight twinge in her neck from the angle it was stuck at for hours. She watches as Dana cleans up the counter and heads back over to the couch, settling onto the cushion right next to the younger doctor, thighs only a hair apart.

"I hope you had fun, kid. Even though your night ended a little early."

The slight teasing tone in the blonde's voice raises goosebumps at the nape of Trinity's neck and a shy smile blooms onto her face as she nods. "I did, thank you for inviting me. I'm," she clears her throat, "I'm really sorry for passing out like that, that was not the plan at all."

Dana waves her off, chuckling as she tells her, "Don't worry about it, we all have those nights."

Staring at the clock on the wall, Dana lets out a quiet sigh that piques the other woman's attention. "You okay?"

The nurse glances over before giving her a toothless smile and breaking their eye contact. "Yeah, it's just…it's after midnight so that means that today is officially my one year 'divorce-versary', as the kids call it," she declares with air quotes.

Her separation from her longtime husband came soon after the younger woman began working at the Pitt, and the news shocked everyone who knew the couple. The brunette had heard rumblings over the months they worked together, enough to put the pieces together that he was the one who initiated it.

Trinity's lips part and she sits frozen as she takes in Dana's longing expression before blurting out, "He was an idiot for letting you go."

A perfectly plucked eyebrow raises at her bluntness and Trinity licks her lips, eyes wide as she adds, "With all due respect. Sorry."

The alcohol in her bloodstream is still affecting her apparently, and Trinity runs a hand through her hair in embarrassment.

Luckily, Dana doesn't take offense, and instead laughs it off with a shake of her head. "Just because you say 'with all due respect' doesn't mean it's respectful, Dr. Santos."

The younger woman wants the floor to open up and swallow her whole by this point, but she isn't that lucky.

Patting the brunette on the knee, Dana leaves it there as she murmurs, "And he's not a bad guy. We just…grew apart. It'd been a long time comin', and he had the balls to do what I couldn't, and for that," she raises her free hand in the air, index finger pointing towards the ceiling, "I respect him. We still have the girls and we'll be connected for the rest of our lives because of 'em so…it is what it is." She shrugs one shoulder. "Life's full of risks, and marriage is one of those, unfortunately."

Trinity is hanging onto the nurse's every word, and when she's done speaking, the green eyed woman tilts her body slightly towards her and lays her side into the back of the couch. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I keep…fucking this night up."

"Don't worry about it, Heather and Cassie said a lot worse when I told them he filed." Dana's lips crack a faint smile as she reminisces on that particular memory.

The younger woman takes several long moments to admire her profile; the curve of her nose, the wrinkles next to her eyes, the gray hairs sprinkled through her hairline.

Before she knows it, she's leaning in towards the blonde and the movement catches Dana's attention, turning her head to face Trinity.

"What are you doing?" She whispers.

Without pause, Trinity replies in the same hushed tone, "Taking a risk," before scarcely connecting their lips.

To her surprise, the older woman doesn't pull away, instead opening her mouth slightly to deepen the kiss just enough. The doctor faintly tastes the whiskey Dana had been sipping on all night, and she decides in that moment that it's her new favorite flavor.

Feeling her pull away, Trinity starts to open her eyes when she sees the nurse tilting her head the opposite way, reconnecting their lips and kissing her deeper. She refocuses on the movement of Dana's mouth and hums into it, tapping the older woman's hip before squeezing it and pulling her into her lap. Getting the hint, the older of the two swings her leg over the brunette's and straddles her, wrapping her arms around Trinity's neck to keep her close.

If Dana was being completely honest with herself, she felt flattered every time she caught Trinity staring at her at the hospital, relished it even. The younger woman was undoubtedly beautiful and brash and deeply caring, and the nurse found herself developing a fondness—and maybe a slight crush—for her over the last year or so. Subconsciously, this was why she invited her tonight, to see what would happen. The fact that the doctor actually made a move impressed Dana immensely, and she decides to give in to the feeling of being carnally wanted after so many years.

Without warning, Trinity braces herself against the cushions below them and stands, causing the blonde to wrap her legs around her waist and gasp against her lips in surprise. "Shit!"

Laughing, the green eyed woman hooks her hands under soft thighs for extra security as she stumbles slightly while finding her footing. "I got you, don't worry."

Beginning to walk them towards the entrance of the house, Trinity's eyes bounce between Dana's as she asks, "Where's your room?"

The gravity of the situation hits the blonde like a freight train, and she swallows thickly as she pushes past her reservations about her body, about their age gap, about everything. She breathes, "Upstairs," and that's all the direction the younger woman needs before heading up the to the second floor with astonishing balance, taking the stairs with purpose and heeding Dana's continued directions.

Walking into the main bedroom, Trinity stumbles on the edge of her rug and the nurse laughs into her mouth, gently chiding her to be careful. She gently lays the older woman down and begins peppering kisses all over her face and neck, causing Dana to giggle. Grabbing at the edge of her tank top, Trinity pushes it higher and presses more kisses to her exposed torso as the blonde sighs dreamily.

The doctor straightens up to make eye contact, nudging her head towards the fabric and asking, "Can I?"

Nodding subtly, Dana sits up to allow her shirt to be pulled off, repeating the process with her pants. Once she's down to her bra and underwear, she shifts her arms to cover her body before Trinity's hands wrap around hers and move them away, pressing her lips to the valley of her chest and whispering against her skin, "Don't. You're beautiful."

Her chest flutters at the reassurance, pushing her head back against the blankets as she arches into Trinity's touch. Undergarments falling away soon after, she lies bare under the younger woman's worshiping gaze as her thighs are gently parted and she watches brown locks inch closer and closer to her aching core.

Dragging her nose along the inside of a tense thigh, Trinity pulls away to yank her own shirt over her head and toss it behind her with a grin, climbing onto the bed and driving the blonde backwards until she hits the pillows in front of the headboard. Pushing her to lay flat against them, the younger doctor scoots back and settles between her legs, dipping her head and getting down to business.

When Dana feels a firm tongue drag through her tense folds, a quick exhale escapes her lips and her eyelids threaten to close, having to remind herself to keep them open so she can watch as Trinity begins to eat her like a starved woman. The moans reverberating into her pussy and up her spine have her bucking against the arms locking her thighs down, trying to remember the last time she felt this much pleasure.

Looking down, she makes intense eye contact with the green pools watching her like a hawk and taking note of every micro expression she makes as a hot tongue rolls in and around her soaking lips. Knowing it's been ages since she's been touched this way, Dana is aware she won't last long and instead of fighting it, she commits every second of this moment to memory and enjoys it while she can.

Only minutes later, that tug in her lower stomach makes itself known and she breathes out, "I-I, right there, Trini—ah!"

The repeated hard sucks at her clit cause her eyes to roll back, and before she knows it, she's cumming with a loud whine, hips rolling against Trinity's face as the brunette steers her though the euphoria.

Crashing down a few seconds later, Dana lets out a satisfied groan, smiling when she feels the younger woman kiss back up her body and connect their lips, allowing her to taste herself.

"Was that good for you?" Trinity whispers shyly, searching Dana's face for any unease with cheeks painted a light shade of pink.

"Better than you can imagine. It's been…a long time since anyone's made me feel that way." Staring up into relieved eyes, the nurse cups her face and runs a thumb along her cheek with a wide smile.

Exhaling sharply, Trinity replies, "Okay, cause that was so fucking hot. Like, holy shit."

Instead of replying, Dana marginally flips their positions, pushing the doctor back against the pillows, then sliding her pants and underwear off before dragging blunt nails along the inside of a milky thigh. "Now I'm gonna take care of you."

Wide green eyes stare at her before curving upwards as Trinity smiles, energetically nodding and reconnecting their lips as the blonde circles a puffy clit with two expert fingers. Intending to take her time, that quickly proves impossible as the brunette is more responsive than she expected and starts to mewl when Dana slides a slim finger into her waiting pussy.

Adding a second at Trinity's request, she curls them as they drag outwards, brushing against the spot that has the younger woman's hips stuttering. Dana smiles against her neck, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she climbs higher and higher towards that special peak.

When a firm thumb begins swiping back and forth against her tender clit, Trinity free falls into her orgasm, grabbing onto the nurse's wrist and holding her in place as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

The clarity finally settling in, Dana tucks them both in under the covers, lying on the younger woman's chest and allowing her to rub her back with a gentle hand.

After several minutes of contemplative silence, Trinity finally speaks. "I should, um, probably get going, I'm sure you wanna get some sleep."

Dana turns her head to look at the doctor, eyes soft and full of emotion that scare Trinity senseless. "Actually…would you mind stayin' the night? If you want, it just…feels nice not lyin' in an empty bed for once."

Trinity has to bite her lip to keep from smiling and seeming too eager, but she responds with a quiet, "Okay. Yeah, I can do that," before tucking the older woman into her neck and sighing into her hair, chest fluttering with something new and warm.

Yes, please.

Trinity is bone tired. It's a relief, honestly, for someone to tell her what to do. Someone she trusts, at least. Never mind that the situation calls for alacrity. Of course.

"Another finger, Santos." Dana has this way of making a demand that feels like a sweet request. "I won't break." 

Yes, of course. Yes, how's this?

"Look frail enough to me," Trinity says, smirks, settles into a smile as she does what's asked. It's a relief, too, sometimes, to drop the armor, instead of deflecting, complaining, fall into the haze. 

Yes, of course. Now. Yes.