#savannah garner

savannah usually let most things slide right off her; she wasn't exactly about to engage in some sort of turf war over who got what cases. half her fellow interns would flunk out anyways, overwhelmed by the pressure and stress that came with actually being a doctor. blood and guts were fun when you were in med school, but now it was the real deal.

but she had a point, and mckenna was crossing it more and more every day. just because she didn't need every case didn't mean she didn't want cases - and when a high profile one came up, an option to help assist during a live surgery, she knew she wasn't about to let mckenna take it from her this time. "i hope you're preparing to watch from the gallery," savannah said as she found the other in the locker room, pulling out her own notebook full of information she'd need to win this coveted spot. "because this time, i'm playing to win."

savannah knew this was crossing like a thousand lines, but with her thighs spread for him, her head face down in a pillow and his dick teasing her like he was - dragging it over her clit, against her ass, anywhere but sliding inside of her - she simply could not have come up with any reasons to walk away if she tried. "please," she whimpered, his hands warm on her hips, "just fuck me already, god." she was rewarded with his cock sliding into her cunt, her moan echoing around the on-call room around them. "fuck," she murmured, biting down on her own arm to keep herself quiet as her walls adjusted around him - yes, sneaking away with him was definitely worth the risk of getting caught.

◤ ✕ ・。* send me 📞 and a ship and i’ll tell you…

your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone

your muse’s name in mine’s phone

hottie next door - answer immediately

your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone

the idea of savannah having personalized ringtones is hilarious. she doesn't even know what a ringtone is.

how often our muses text

semi often - she works long hours so they probably text more than they see each other

what our muses normally text about

stupid memes, song recommendations, savannah trying to make sure abe isn't wasting away in his apartment and has seen fresh air recently

our muses’ last few texts

staying with them was temporary, until her own place was fumigated and rid of the bugs that had been crawling all over her apartment. sav knew things were a little tight - not only was she crashing, but her best friends parent had dropped in to visit too - and now they were all in tight quarters with little to no privacy.

savannah had never been great with boundaries anyways - her headphones in, she hadn’t heard the shower running and when she opened the door to the bathroom, she almost didn’t notice the steam until a familiar voice cut through the music in her ears -

“oh,” she gasped, cheeks blushing lightly even as her eyes trailed over them. “sorry, i didn’t know you were in here.”

sav grinned, leaning against the blackjack table with interest. “and here you are, back in the thick of things?” she asked, intrigued. “sounds dangerous. and i like danger.” 

It had been Savannah’s idea, to take some beach towels up to the roof of their shitty apartment, to try and soak up what sun remained of the hot city day. Blake had grown up in the suburbs - had sunbathed in lawns and next to pools, but Sav knew the best places to get a tan in a city. 

“I told you this wouldn’t suck,” she grinned, twisting open one of the hard lemonade’s they’d brought with them, her skin radiating warmth as she turned her head to look at her roommate, sunglasses covering the way she surreptitiously glanced at her half naked form. “Maybe you should trust me a little more, Henson. I know what I’m talking about most of the time.”