#walshtos

I will never do a nightshift again. Is what Trinity said about four hours into her first one. She had somehow avoided one until her R2. Abbott and all the other doctors are very cool and chill. But being up past 1am sober? No thank you. 

It's at about 3am when Abbott tells her to take a break. She manages to make it all the way to Whitaker's first home floor. She's setting an alarm on her phone when she walks right into somebody, both her and their phone falling to the floor. 

“Fuck I'm sorry.” She says, exhaustion laced in her voice as she bends down to grab both phones.

“Jesus Santos, first night shift really has you by the balls doesn't it?” Says a very recognizable condescending as hell voice that makes Trinity’s blood boil and neck flush. Emery Fucking Walsh.

Trinity’s head shoots up and finds the surgeon with her arms crossed, a smug smile on her lips. The heat coming to her cheeks is just because she's embarrassed and definitely nothing else. Her legs manage to function in getting her back up into a standing position and her arm extends enough to place Walsh's phone in her already outstretched hand.

“I'm fine.” Trinity grunts, making to move past the surgeon but Walsh moves with her. She looks up and that smug look is still there. “Can I help you?” Trinity grits out trying to control the rage building in her. 

“Actually, yeah, you can.” Walsh almost growls, while she takes a step closer to Trinity, leaving them only a few inches apart. “Stop texting Garcia. You're throwing her off her game with your pathetic begging.”

“I'm sorry what the fuck did you just say?” Trinity asks, shock and anger clear, stepping so they're nose to nose. It's then for the first time she notices that she's a little bit taller than Walsh.

“You heard me Santos. Stay away from her.” Walsh says with a smirk. The surgeon cracks her neck and Trinity looks down. Totally not to look at the insane neck vein she has. She definitely never noticed. Especially not on her first day in The Pitt. Walsh cracks it the other way and her scrub top moves just a bit and Trinity's eye catches the edge of a dark purple mark on her right shoulder.

Trinity immediately steps back and starts cackling. “Oh my god you're jealous!” She laughs pointing at her shoulder. Walsh looks down and rolls her eyes. 

“That's not-”

“Yes it is!” She laughs harder. “Oh my god, you're trying to mark your territory by intimidating me into leaving Garcia alone? Well guess what Walsh? All this peacocking you're doing is a waste of time. I haven't texted her in two months.”

“That’s literal bullshit she said you were texting her last night!” Walsh shoots back, getting into her space again. That neck vein is popping and Trinity totally does not have the intrusive thought of biting it. 

“Here.” Trinity simply says taking out her phone. She unlocks it and holds it between their faces. “Take it. Look through the whole thing if you want. Tweet as me, look at my nudes, you can even text Garcia from there if you really want to. I don’t care. But when you open my texts you're going to be scrolling for a bit to get to her.” Walsh almost looks shocked. “Walsh, come on. I don't have time for this. I came up to take a quick nap. I have twenty minutes now. Take the phone and just bring it to me when you're done so I hear my alarm go off.” She huffs, shoving the phone into her older woman's hands and breezing by her into the nearest room with a bed. 

She lays down and immediately starts counting backward from 100 while humming Ili-Ili, Tulog Anay to herself. She's about to drift off at 53 when something drops onto her stomach. 

She yelps shooting upward, cocking her fist back before her eyes are even open. As they open Emery Fucking Walsh’s face is inches from hers and her wrist in being snatched firmly stopping whatever motion it could have had.

“I owe you an apology.” Walsh says with a smirk, pupils blown to hell and if Trinity wasn't mistaken, was looking at her like a lion looks at a gazelle. 

“Uh-um-n-no worries.” Trinity stammers, unable to stop her eyes from falling to Emery's lips that only grew more smug when she did.

“I took your permission seriously. Skimmed a few of your group chats, looking for you saying something about Garcia. Didn't find anything. Found your last text to her from when you said. You didn't mention it was you breaking it off.”

“Well you pissed me off so I didn't feel like offering up extra info.” Trinity huffs.

“Your little Pittling chat from yesterday was very… enlightening to say the least.” Emery said leaning in so their lips were nearly brushing. Trinity gasps at the proximity. “You want me to fuck you.” She husks. “You want to, what was it that you said? Oh yeah. ‘I want to puncture that neck vein of hers while she rails me into my mattress.’ That's what you said right?”

Trinity’s mouth has been on the floor since she mentioned the Pittling chat. 

“Come on Santos. Don't freeze up now. Where'd all that sass go?” Emery chuckles. Trinity tries to find something to say but nothing comes up. “Well well, Garcia lied about you texting her but I guess she didn't lie about you folding like a lawn chair for a mean bossy older woman.”

“I… I…” Trinity is just staring at Emery's lips. She's not even trying to hide it. She's not going to deny anything because it's all true. Fuck it. She closes the gap between their lips and Emery returns it immediately, the hand holding her wrist moving the grip the back of Trinity’s neck.

Unsurprisingly Emery Walsh kisses like she works. Concise yet aggressive. She has Trinity’s lips parting, granting access after maybe four seconds, licking into her mouth, making the younger woman nearly dissolved. 

The whimper that comes up from Trinity is desperate beyond belief. She moves her hands to the bottom of Emery’s scrub top and makes to pull them out from her bottoms. A cool hand stop hers and she whines the most pitiful whine. 

She can feel Emery’s smirk as she pulls away. She tries to chase but the surgeon’s tsking stops her movement and the shushing silences her. 

“You were scapegoated and I was lied to. If you're up for it, I'll be waiting until 7:30 in my car. I'm on the third floor, army green Subaru Hatchback. I take no offense if you don't show but if you do I will gladly make good on that text of yours.” She says with lust dripping in her tone. The surgeon lays one last quick kiss on the R2's lips before pushing off the bed and walking out. She doesn't pause. Doesn't look back. Trinity waits until she hears the sound of the elevator digging and the doors closing before she flops back onto the mattress. 

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” She mutters.

*~*~*~*~*~*

They're barely in the door before Trinity’s pinned against it and Emery’s lips are on hers, hands pushing up past the hem of her shirt. The R2 tries her best to fight for dominance but the surgeon's lips are quite possibly more skilled than Garcia's and her hands are already under her bra tweaking her nipples. 

“Fuck.” She gasps against the older woman's lips. 

“That's what we're trying to do right Santos? Why don't we move this to the bed?” Emery says as she kisses down Trinity’s neck and back up to her mouth. Her hands harshly squeeze at the mounds under her palms.

“Yes! Yes please Emery. Please!” Trinity gasps.

“So polite. I heard you were a brat.” Emery chuckles.

“I can be good. I promise. Fuck please Emery.” Trinity begs gripping the front of the surgeon’s shirt.

“How long has it been since you got laid, you're acting like you're gonna die.” The older woman teases.

“Two months please do the math and don't make it say it.” The younger huffs.

Walsh doesn't. She just pushes off the wall and drags Trinity upstairs before unceremoniously shoving her onto the bed. The surgeon doesn’t even give the other time to scooch backwards. She pins the younger woman's hands above her head and watches her squirm when she moves her hand up under the sweatshirt once again but leaves her hand idly on Trinity's stomach. 

“Emery please.” Trinity begs.

“Please what Santos?” Emery asks, playing dumb.

“Okay one. Stop calling me Santos… Please. And two. Please fuck me. Just please. You're so annoyingly hot and I'm shocked you're doing this so I don't care what you do just please fuck me.”

Emery seems to take in her words before she leans down and kisses her. It's gentler than before. “Okay Trin.” She murmurs as her free hand pushes her sweatshirt up to her neck, taking the bra with it. 

Trinity’s eyes go wide as she watches Emery Fucking Walsh takes a nipple into her mouth and sucks deeply. The R2 whimpers arching off the bed and Emery releases her hands to bring one to start toying with the other nipple. Trinity goes to touch the older woman's hair but is shot a look that keeps them around her head. 

“That's a good girl.” Emery murmurs against her skin as she swaps sides. Trinity’s hips involuntarily twitch and she hopes it goes unnoticed. It doesn't. Emery releases the now abused nipple with a pop. “You're gonna be my good girl, aren't you Baby?” Trinity whines and nods. “Uh uh use your words for me.”

“Ye-yes I'll be good.” Trinity wheezes.

Emery doesn't respond with words but action. She sits back pulling Trinity up with her. The sweatshirt and bra are gone in no time. She shoves her back down and her pants, underwear, even the socks are gone in one go. The surgeon is still fully clothed and Trinity moves to try and take something off. 

“No.” Emery says sternly. “You're gonna lay back down and close your eyes. If you peak before I'm back we're finished here. Understood?”

“Yes.” Trinity manages before closing her eyes. 

Emery chuckles and starts walking away. “God I wish Garcia could see this. She'd loose her fucking mind.” 

Trinity chuffs. “Yeah she would. For liking casual so much she certainly has an issue with jealousy. I don't know how much you read of our texts but she thought Al-Hashimi was flirting with me and lost it. Honestly she might have been. Might still be, but at that point Garcia had said all we were ever going to be was casual. So I asked her why it would matter if Dr. Al was flirting.”

“Oh yeah I saw that. We got into it with her the other day because of Samira. And like don't get my wrong I do flirt with her. But I'm also being told causal only. I have to say that little group chat of yours really gave me a huge ego boost. Who knew how horny you guys were for the 35+ club.”

“We all have Mommy and Daddy issues so.” Trinity sighs.

“Well thank god for that. Six, seven, or eight?” Emery’s voice comes.

Trinity pauses and then smirks. “Eight.”

“Brave girl. Thicker or thinner?” 

“Thicker. Make it hard for me to walk tomorrow Walsh.” Trinity sasses.

Emery lets out a whistle that starts high and sinks low. “Oh you're mad mad.”

“Well yeah. If she's telling you that I'm texting her still, who else is she telling that bull shit to? God I really wish she could see this so we could shove it in her face.” Trinity says with a laugh before there’s a pause. The sound of Emery's harness fills the room while the cogs in Trinity’s mind turn. “Emery, please let me sit up and look at you. I just had a brilliant idea.”

“Nope stay there, I'm almost done okay?” Emery says as finishes the last buckle. Trinity sighs out a ‘Fine’ that makes the older woman giggle. “You're funny Trin.” She says as she walks back over. She looks down at Trinity still obediently keeping her eyes closed. “Alright Sunshine, you can open. What’s your idea?”

Trinity’s eyes snap open and go wide immediately. She doesn't bother holding back the moan waiting to leave her lung. She is so fucking hot. All ivory skin and soft, long muscles. And then there’s the strap. “Jesus Emery.” She mutters

“Changed your mind?” Emery challenges with a smirk.

“No! It's just been a while. But no, do not change it.”

“Fine fine, what’s the your idea?”

Trinity bites her bottom lip. “What… what if you take a video of you fucking me and send it to Garcia?” She says as quickly as possible before closing her eyes to brace for rejection. There's a long pause but Trinity hears Emery's breath picking up.

“You horny little shit. What are you going to do if she posts it online as a ‘fuck you’?” The surgeon asks with genuine curiosity.

“I have videos of her that she knows about so she won't. Plus that would also possibly exposing you and I think she values her life more than fucking up mine.” Trinity chuffs.

“Okay fuck it then.” 

“Really?!” 

“Yes really. Yola and I have been on and off for a very long time. I forgive a lot of stuff but gaslighting me and scapegoating you is enough. Because that means there is another person that she's probably yanking around. And not to go all vulnerable and shit, but I'd like to be in a committed relationship before all of my hair turns gray.” Emery rants while walking over to her pants and grabbing her phone. She snags a bottle of lube on her way back and a towel. “Up.” She commands. Trinity quickly complies and Emery puts the towel down at the end of the bed. “Hands and knees first. I don't think she deserves to look at your face the whole time.”

Trinity nods vigorously before clambering onto the bed. As soon as she's on Emery takes a hold of the back of her neck and pushes. Trinity goes down with a squeak. “This okay?” Emery asks with surprising gentleness. Trinity nods. “Words. I don't do half ass consent.”

“Yes Emery, this is perfect please please just fuck me.” Trinity begs swaying her hips just a tad. 

“Good girl.” She praises before letting go. “I'm gonna start recording but will leave the phone on the bed while I warm you up. You can be as loud as you want, all my neighbors are at work.” 

“Okay.” Trinity grunts out.

Emery's hand comes to cup Trinity's cunt and the moan that leaves her is immediately obscene. “Emery please.”

“Don't worry Baby, I'll take care of you. Just have to get you warmed up before you can take me. Two months is a long time to not be fucked. But I promise this’ll make up for it.” Emery’s voice is like honey. Her middle and ring finger move to circle the younger woman's clit and all that comes out is a needy whimper. “That's it, good girl. Take what I give you. You'll have my cock soon enough.” She keeps circling until Trinity’s slick is coating her hand. The fingers move to her cunt and slowly push in. The R2's hips press back as she moans and Emery allows it. They quickly set a rhythm together and Emery puts her other hand back on the base of Trinity’s neck as she slips a third finger into her cunt. “Just a little bit more Baby and then Daddy's gonna fill you up with her cock.”

“Fuck Emery!” Trinity moans, hips becoming frantic. 

“You like me calling myself Daddy don't you, Baby? You can call me that all you want. It'll only make me fuck you harder. You want Daddy to fuck you senseless with her strap?” Emery asks, hunger evident in her voice.

“Yes!”

“You ready? You sure?”

“Yes please Daddy! Please!”

“Good.” Emery growls before pulling her fingers out. Trinity hears sucking and just moans. “Fuck Baby you taste so good.” Emery praises down at her. She twists her head back to look and sees her grabbing the phone. The older woman spots her and smirks. “Turn your head back around. Remember she doesn't deserve to see your face yet.”

Trinity obeys and waits. “See Yola, you should have known better than to lie to me. And you shouldn't have thrown her under the bus.” Emery starts pushing her strap in and Trinity can't help but mewl as she opens for her. 

“Daddy.” She whines as the head pops in. Emery continues to sink into her and Trinity can't help but bite the sheets under her as she moans. 

“You're taking me so well Baby. Does it feel good?” Emery asks, never stopping her hips.

“Yes Daddy.” Trinity gasps.

“Feel better than Papi’s cock?” Emery asks, condescension in her tone that the younger woman knows is not directed at her. 

Oh my god she told Emery. Trinity feels anger flare in her. “Yes, so much better than Papi's.” She cries out as Emery bottoms out. She is so full and it feels so good. God I hope she lets me eat her out after this.

“Fuck, you took me so well my good girl. Are you ready for Daddy to ruin you?” Emery growls.

“Ruin me now Daddy. Make me forget Papi ever fucked me.” Trinity moans.

She hears a sharp intake of breath before she feels the strap pulling out. Emery's almost all the way when she pauses. “Fuck you are so beautiful. I hope we can do this again sometime. Show you what it's like to have a real woman take care of you. Would you like Babygirl?”

“Yes please Daddy.” Trinity says back a feeling of genuine warmth blossoming through her chest. 

“Good, when we're done here, we're gonna sleep for a bit and then I'm taking you out to dinner okay Baby?”

“Okay Daddy.”

“So obedient. Yola I think you just couldn't handle her. She's been an angel for me. But let's not keep her waiting any longer.” Emery says before slamming back into Trinity. 

Her back arches and her head snaps up as a moan rips out of her. Another comes right after as Emery sets a brutal pace immediately. Her free hand comes to her hip taking an iron clad hold.

“Oh fuck!” Emery moans. “Shit your taking me so well. I can't fucking believe this, you are so fucking hot.” The surgeon lets out a groan as her pacing continues. “Fuck your pussy takes my cock perfectly. Like it's meant just for me. Is this my pussy now, Baby? Is this pussy gonna be for Daddy to fuck, finger, and eat now?”

Trinity hides her face in the mattress because why the fuck is Emery Fucking Walsh talking like she was staking her claim to Trinity and why is it so fucking hot? She moans and whimpers without answering the question. The hand on her hip gets impossibly tighter and she brings herself up. “Yes Daddy it's all yours! All yours now. Just keep going, please!”

“Of course.” Emery pants. She groans as she moves her hand to grip her ass giving a firm squeeze. “Daddy's cock is only for you now.” She grunts. 

“Thank you Daddy.” Trinity whimpers overtaken with pleasure. 

“Only the best for you Baby. You’re mine now. My Angel, my good girl. Mine.” Emery chants almost like it’s a prayer. Her hips start snapping even faster and Trinity can only cry, whine, or whimper each time their skin meets. She's never felt so utterly wrecked by a strap before. The way Emery’s hips moved, the angle, the pace, the strength. Trinity might end up begging the surgeon to fuck her at least one more time before the magic of this revenge sex fugue state dispells.

Emery thrusts particularly hard and Trinity can feel her orgasm building. God she can tell it's going to send her into space. Both of them have given up on speech and fall into grunts, moans, and whimpers. That is until Trinity can tell she's maybe 30 seconds away from cumming. 

“Daddy!” She cries. “Close! Please don't stop!”

“Such a good girl telling me.” Emery says before immediately slowing down. Trinity tries to protest but the surgeon shushes her. “It's okay Angel. Daddy's gonna let you cum. Don't worry. I just want Papi to see your face when you do. So when I pull out you need to flip over. Okay?”

“Okay.” Trinity whimpers. As soon as Emery's out Trinity flips over and lets her legs fall open. She finally gets a good look at the surgeon and her breath catches. She looks somehow completely feral and breathtaking simultaneously. “Wow.” Is all she can muster, unable to look away.

“Wow right back at you. You ready for me?” Emery asks softly.

“Yes please.” Trinity says feeling somewhat small under the intense pleased gaze. Emery cocks her head and smirks, tapping her phone. Trinity looks into the phone and smirks. “Yes please Daddy.” She says lowly, biting at her bottom lip to try and contain the moan bubbling up in her. It only half works and she sees how the woman above her takes a shaky breath, barely keeping herself together.

“I love how you say it, Babygirl. I want to hear it when you cum, okay?” Emery returns with the same fire Trinity gives. Trinity nods and she feels herself smile so big she knows her dimple popped out. The older woman smiles and steps up to Trinity getting in position, stroking the strap. She clasps the base lifting it up before letting it drop smacking the younger woman’s clit.

“Fuck!” Trinity hisses. She makes to glare at her but watches Emery bring her phoneless hand to her mouth. “Daddy, are you trying to kill me?” Trinity asks with a bit of a laugh. 

“Of course not Angel.” Emery chuckles with an arched brow. “Just trying to make you melt.” She says simply, smirking. Her tongue runs from the heel of her palm up her pointer, middle, and ring finger before taking them into her mouth. She groans, closing her eyes, obviously enjoying the taste. It makes Trinity squirm and whine, face and chest blooming with blush. When the woman above opens her eyes, they run over the woman below. “You look so cute, all flustered and blushing. You gonna do that every time I’m enjoying myself?”

“Maybe.” Trinity huffs, letting her lip pout. 

“Oh damn that’s a dangerous look. You ready for, Daddy?” Emery asks, grabbing her strap again. She rubs the head against Trinity’s clit and smiles as the younger woman’s hips jolt.

“Daddy please don’t tease. I need you in me now. Please please.” Trinity begs.

“Well when you ask so sweetly, of course Babygirl.” Emery says, tilting her phone down to get the perfect shot of her cock sinking into Trinity’s soaked waiting cunt. Her back arches off the bed while her legs wrap around Emery’s waist. “That good already?” Emery says cockily.

“Y-yes Daddy. Feel so full. I love it.” Trinity says, voice shaking with pleasure.

“I’m glad. You should always feel this good when someone’s fucking you. Did this not happen all the time?” The surgeon asks as she bottoms out. The R2 nods letting a whimper flee her lungs. “Come on Baby, tell me.” Emery coaxes, tinting the camera up to Trinity’s face.

“No it didn’t.” Trinity says sadly with an exaggerated pout.

“Well that’s happening anymore. You’re mine now and I treat what’s mine like gold.” Emery says softly before pulling back her hips. “Should I ruin you, Baby?”

“Wreck me, Daddy.” Trinity whispers. 

Emery grabs hold of the younger woman’s right hip, squeezing the soft flesh eliciting a little giggle. “As you wish, Babygirl.” The older woman’s hips snap forward, burying her cock to the hilt in the younger. 

“DADDY!” Trinity shrieks head snapping up to look at their connected hips. One hand clutches the sheets under her and the other comes to the hand on her hip before her head falls back down against the bed. Emery pulls out slowly, humming delighted at the response. Trinity whimpers, squirming trying to push her hips to be filled again. The grip on her hip tightens ever so slightly. A warning. When she stops the hand loosens and the thumb runs over her soft skin. Emery slams into her and Trinity chokes out a cry of pleasure she’s not sure she’s ever made. The surgeon is much quicker to pull back and snaps her hips forward the third time around and the R2 just moans letting her eyes slip closed.

Emery pulls back again and is harsher when she thrusts again. “Eyes open Baby. Good girls watch theirs Daddies fuck them. Understand?” Her voice rough with the slightest bit of condescension. She doesn’t wait for Trinity to answer to start a quicker, harder pace, making the younger woman’s tits bounce with each thrust. 

Trinity whines, opening her eyes, immediately opening her mouth so Emery knows she’s trying to speak. The phone tilts up a bit to get her face. “Y-y-yes D-daddy.” She practically hiccups. Fuck that tone. She wants to make it more than a few minutes. Not just to say fuck you to Yolanda but to show Emery she could be a good fuck. Maybe something more. The way the surgeon is talking has her wondering if she’s imagining the look in the older woman’s eye. Care. Tenderness. Hiding under the blinding lust. Emery’s strap is dragging against her front wall perfectly so she’s not sure how long she’ll actually last. “F-feels so good.”

“That’s all I want, Baby. I just wanna make you feel good.” Emery says, the effort of her hips showing in her voice. “Fuck, you look so good. God I could do this all day. Would you let me?” The phone is angled back down slightly to get the best shot of her tits and dripping cunt.

“Uh-huh.” Trinity manages as Emery’s hand leaves her hip and comes to her leg.

“Baby, Daddy wants to make you feel extra good.” Emery says slowing down just a bit as she peels Trinity’s right leg off her hip and pushes it up. “Can you hold your legs to your chest? Then Daddy can get extra deep. Would that be okay?” As soon as Trinity nods, Emery buries herself and stops. Before Trinity can even think to protest, Emery’s thumb comes to her clit circling quickly, keeping her high climbing. “Don’t worry Baby, I’ve got you. Get your legs set and I’ll start again. You’re doing so good for me, Angel. You’re so pretty like this. Listening so well. You’re perfect.”

Emery’s last sentence hits at the exact time Trinity gets a good hold of her legs and the new angle has the strap finding the deepest most sensitive parts of her. Her body and mind flood with pleasure and emotion. Tears prick at her eyes. Emery’s pace becomes almost brutal, taking her thumb away and pressing her hand below her belly button. Trinity tips her head back to try and hide it. No no no keep it together. 

“Hey hey no no.” Emery says calmly. “Don’t hide from me. Look at me, Trin.” In her state she looks at the phone. “No Baby, look at me. She’s not important right now.” She watches Emery toss the phone onto the bed, not letting up the snapping of her hips.

The moment Trinity finds Emery’s eyes, she has to choke back a sob. “Daddy.” She hiccups. Her brain isn’t producing any other thought but calling Emery that and watching the older woman’s eyes dilate when she hears it brings her back to herself.

“That’s right, my good girl. Daddy’s got you. You feel how deep I am?” Emery asks in a coo. Trinity nods. “Good. You okay if Daddy rails you into the mattress now? Make good on that text of yours?” Emery Fucking Walsh smirks and wiggles her eyebrows.

Trinity, honest to god laughs before it quickly turns into moan, the surgeon taking her reaction as a tentative yes and bends down taking a nipple into her mouth while her hands bracketing her hips. At the new angle, Emery’s cock rubs harshly at her front wall and Trinity keens. “Daddy! Yes yes YES!”

Emery looks up at Trinity with a smirk and swaps sides. She stays there fucking into her until Trinity is whining trying to form words that just won’t come out. Pulling her mouth away, the surgeon leans further up, bracketing her arms around Trinity’s head, looking intensely into her eyes. “Fucking hell you’re so fucking hot. I knew you’d be. I knew you’d be good. I knew it. I fucking knew it.” Emery said before crashing their lips together. 

Trinity melts into it letting the overwhelming pleasure take over her body. Emery moans into her mouth and she moans back. An extra harsh thrust comes from the surgeon and the R2 screams orgasm rearing its head. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. 

“Daddy.” Trinity whimpers against Emery’s lips. “Close.” 

Emery pulls back just a bit to look at Trinity again. “That’s it my Angel. My good girl. You gonna cum on Daddy’s cock?” Trinity nods quickly, feeling the heat in her stomach racing down at lightning speed. “You're going to make good on the other part of that text right?” Emery asks with an excited glint in her eye before she bares her neck to Trinity at the same time as she begins to slam frantically into Trinity. 

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy SHIT!” Trinity cries out as her orgasm crashing over her. She takes one look at Emery’s neck. I can’t believe this. Then she darts up and bites down hard, teeth sinking into her neck on either side of the vein clamping around it.

“FUCK TRIN!” Emery shouts, hips flattering. She keeps going even though her strokes become erratic. Trinity starts to release her hold but one of Emery’s hands comes to the back of the younger woman’s head holding her there. “Keep going Baby it feels so good. Bite harder if you want.” Trinity latches back on. She shocks herself when she hears herself let out a little growl. “That a girl.” Emery moans, releasing the hold of Trinity's head. “Take what you need from Daddy.” 

Trinity whimpers as Emery continues to pull pleasure from her with each stroke of her cock. She’s slowing down but lighting is still shooting up her spine. “You’re doing so good Angel.” She slows more. “Took everything I gave you and did everything I asked.” And more, laying kisses on Trinity’s shoulder. “You were perfect for me. Perfect for Daddy.” Emery comes to a stop letting out a satisfied hum. 

Trinity takes a deep breath through her nose before letting her jaw slack, releasing Emery’s shoulder. She opens her eyes and sees every single one of her teeth indented into the surgeon’s skin. Each mark is firetruck red and will likely show bruising within minutes. Clarity comes to her as the placement of the mark is way above her scrub line. “Uh oh.” Trinity half laughs, the whole situation that just unfolded comes crashing down over her.

“Don’t you worry I’m wearing this with pride to work.” Emery mumbles against Trinity’s skin. She slowly pushes up smirking when the shift causes a little moan to leave Trinity. “Let’s get you in a more comfy position.” She says as she actively moves the younger woman’s hands away from the back of her thigh and helps her legs come back into a comfortable position, legs flopping open. Trinity watches Emery’s gaze run up and down her body. When their eyes meet, Emery smiles but then smirks, gaze falling to her phone and cocks an eyebrow. Trinity smirks back at her and nods. 

Emery grabs the phone and points it down at Trinity. “How do you feel, Baby?”

“So good Daddy.” Trinity sighs.

“Better than Papi?” Emery asks smugly.

“Way better than Papi. Best I’ve ever had.” Trinity sighs.

Emery’s smirk turns to a shiteating grin as she taps the phone. She tosses it over Trinity’s head to the top of the bed. “Okay Babygirl, let’s get you cleaned up. You okay if I pull out?”

“Oh uh yeah.” Trinity says blushing, surprised that Emery was still calling her that. She stifles her moan as Emery leaves her, trying to get her face to be normal.

With Emery having such a critical eye she notices her surprise immediately. “Trinity?” She asks softly, her eyebrows tipping up

“Yeah?” She whispers back, hoping the quiet won’t break the spell as quickly. 

“All that stuff I said?” The surgeon starts.

“Yeah I know it was all for sh-” The R2 tries.

Emery silences her with a kiss. “Daddy’s talking, you need to listen. Okay?”

“Okay.” Trinity says, that small feeling coming over her again.

“All that stuff I said, I meant. So if you want to give that a try with me, I want you to know I would. What do you think?” Emery asks confidently.

“I think I actually fell asleep upstairs at work and this is a very long elaborate wet dream.” Trinity chuckles looking away. A finger and thumb pinch her hip hard and she yelps. Emery has her fixed with a look that makes her shiver. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah. I was going to try and bag you after your first day but someone else got to you first. I’m patient though and play the long game.” Emery says cooly.

Trinity looks at Emery and a desire comes over her. She taps into her old gymnastic muscles and in one foul swoop manages to flip Emery onto her back. She’s unbuckling the harness and tossing it to the floor all while sinking to her knees. 

“Hey Daddy?” She looks up at Emery and bats her eyelashes.

Emery’s flabbers are gasted. “Uh yeah Baby?” 

“Can we take one more video before we send the other?” Trinity asks with a smirk. She leans forward just a bit placing a soft kiss at the apex of Emery’s thighs.

There's another whistle right behind it. This time the boom sounds, colors lighting up the sky. There's another one immediately behind it, somehow louder than the other. She should've expected them, honestly. Sure it wasn't the holiday anymore, but that didn't mean anything. People were stupid. Fireworks were never set off on only the Fourth of July.

That was what made it worse. Fourth of July she could plan for. Random fireworks that weren't announced? Not a chance.

Her chest feels tight. As soon as she's safely indoors, she makes a beeline for the bathroom, shoving an intern out of the way before her mind takes her all the way back to the desert. The door bangs behind her as she shoves it open and heads for the nearest stall. She's breathing heavy as she sinks to the floor, heart pounding in her ears.

Emery can smell the gunpowder. She can taste the smoke. If she closes her eyes she can see the vast span of dust, feel the heat.

She digs her nails into her palm, other hand reaching out to press against the stall wall in hopes the cool surface will keep her in the present. Damn, she should've called out of work today.

"You're okay. You're okay. You're not there. You're not there."

The sound of the fireworks have dulled, but they're still somewhat audible, and it's not helping the whole stay grounded and in the moment thing she's trying.

Emery squeezes her eyes shut.

Back. Get back, move. You need to move. It's not safe. Move.

More IEDs? Sniper? Cover fire. Behind the truck. Need to move to safety. Need new game plan.

Not safe. Not safe. You can't help them. Move. Move, Walsh. Walsh.

Walsh!

"Dr. Walsh?" Emery gasps. She didn't recognize that voice, not at first. "Emery?" The voice sounds again, but where is it coming from?

"Under the stall."

She looks down, the tattoo on the wrist answers her question. Trinity. Her fist is closed, something inside. "Santos?"

"Yeah. Take this, it'll help." She opens her fist. A piece of candy sits in it. A blue raspberry Warhead.

How ironic. Her chest tightens again. Trinity's voice is quiet, she's talking to someone else. Emery can't make out who. Her heart's too loud in her ears still. She feels…wrong. There's a part of her brain that knows she's in the Pitt. There's another part that swears she's thousands of miles away.

"What are five things you can see right now?" She wants to fight it but she knows where this is headed. She knows Trinity is trying to help. It's not the person she'd want, she'd rather Samira, or Yolanda, hell even Jack. But she'd take what she can get.

"Your shoes. My shoes. The wall. Tiles. Toilet." She tries to force in a deep breath.

"Good. Four things you hear?"

"Your voice. My heartbeat in my ears. The…whatever the fuckin' sound the toilet makes when it's just sitting there-" she's cut off as another firework sounds outside. "That fucking…"

"Focus on my voice. Focus on me." Was Santos always this gentle? Emery couldn't remember. Granted most of what she knew came from Garcia and the short times she consulted on a case Santos was working on. "Three things you can feel."

"Uh…sweat on the back of my neck." She leans her head back against the wall. "The seam of my sock…the candy still in my hand?"

"Two things you can smell?"

"My deodorant, and whatever the hell that cologne is you're wearing." Trinity had to be close to the door. Emery couldn't see her exact position. She laughs.

"Okay, open the candy and put it in your mouth." Emery pops the candy into her mouth anyway, coughing at the taste as the sourness takes over almost instantly.

"Oh, Jesus, Santos, this is disgusting." "Yeah yeah, give it a few seconds, tell me what you can taste." "It's…the sourness is fading." It's hard to talk when her mouth feels like she's swallowed a mouthful of citric acid. "I can taste-fuck-blue raspberry. It's not as sour now…kind of sweet."

Trinity hums. There's a silence that follows. It's comfortable. Emery isn't sure how long she and Trinity just sit there.

"Thank you." Emery whispers. She's not sure she's heard. "Yeah." Trinity whispers back. "You almost bowled over an intern…Samira would've came in, but she got tied up in a case. She wanted to, promise. I'm using you as an excuse to get away from charting."

Emery chuckles, actually chuckles. Her chest doesn't feel as tight, but her head is starting to hurt.

"Hey…I may not know what it's like, what you went through, but I know what it's like to go through some shit. I know we're also not that close, but…if you need someone who gets the trapped in your head thing. Someone that isn't Abbot…"

from I’ll build a boat for when the river gets high, mowalsh rated e, omegaverse series continuation

“Sweetheart, come sit down,” Emery said and Samira finally turned to her. Concern was painted across her face, her brow furrowed, her lips were twisted into a frown. Samira sat next to her, allowing Emery to take her hands, to hold them steadily. “What did the lab results say?” Emery held her gaze, calm and reassuring and Samira felt like she might pass out again. It was best to just say it, to be direct the way she would be if she was sharing a diagnosis with a patient.  “I’m pregnant.” Emery’s hands went slack around hers and she blinked at Samira, face suddenly blank.

from what if I’m not a good person?, rated e, the garsanshimi end game continuation of my ongoing series

Al-Hashimi, Yolanda turned the name over in her mind. She really hadn’t seen that one coming.  Whenever they’d worked together during Al-Hashimi’s time at PTMC, she and Yolanda had butted heads. She was by-the-book, a stick in the mud, everything that Yolanda and Trinity weren’t. Trinity had complained about her on occasion, how robotic she was, but Yolanda couldn’t remember exactly when those complaints had stopped. How could she have known that was something she needed to look out for?

from I’ll take care of you the way she should, walshtos rated e, the sequel to my first walshtos fic (this series is leading up to walsh/santos/garcia!!)

Emery waited until Santos had a drink in front of her to start talking. “If you’re casually hooking up with Garcia, why are we here?” Santos choked on her drink. “Wow,” she said, pausing to cough again. “Okay. Are you not actually interested?” Her eyes were wide as they roved across Emery’s face. “I didn’t say that,” Emery said as Santos began to pick at the label of her beer bottle. “I’m just wondering, why me?” She watched as Santos’s eyes dropped to stare down at the bartop. “It’s… different.

from can you see me using everything to hold back, part 4 (mohantos soccer au, rated e)

Samira had always been a little jealous of Trinity’s ability to fall asleep practically anywhere. It was always so hard for Samira to get her brain to turn off even in her own bed under ideal conditions for temperature, noise, and light. The last time she’d slept through the night had been when she’d stayed over at Trinity’s. Something about the steady sound of her breathing, her warmth beside her, had lulled Samira into a deeper sleep than she’d managed in years. But that wasn’t an occurrence that seemed likely to repeat itself, especially not after their fight that wasn’t quite a fight that had led to a sense of distance between them for the past few days. She hated to admit it, but she’d missed Trinity. She’d missed her enough to immediately volunteer when Victoria wanted someone to swap seats. To make juvenile innuendo-based jokes just to see her reaction. To ask to watch her show together, just to be close to her. The whole thing felt wildly pathetic and below Samira, but when it came to Trinity she just couldn’t seem to stop herself.

pitt yuri week fics:

day 1, lazy sunday morning, garsanshimi

It wasn’t unusual for Baran to wake up first. Yolanda could sleep through a hurricane while Trinity was constantly behind on sleep and could easily sleep until the early afternoon if nothing interrupted her.  This morning Yolanda was in the middle of the bed while Trinity was on her other side. Trinity usually started in the middle, she seemed to love being sandwiched between Baran and Yolanda, clinging to them all warm and loose after sex. But she often ended up swapping with Yolanda because she was a restless sleeper. Baran had seen it happen, Yolanda wouldn’t even open her eyes as Trinity climbed over her to get out of the bed before returning to take Yolanda’s spot on the edge. One of her legs was hanging off the side of the bed, her arms above her head. The sprawling position was a contrast to the way Yolanda was neatly curled on her side, facing Baran.

day 5, karaoke, mohantos