Pairing: Robby Robinavitch X fem!reader
Summary: The end of the day shift surprised you with a flat tire. Dr. Robby, your attending who you knew for sure hated you, offered you a ride home, and that led to some confessed feelings. You gave him an ultimatum⌠will he make the right decision?
Warnings/Content: NSFW, age gap, pet names, choking, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), cum denial, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare (if I forgot anything, please, forgive me).
I DO NOT own this gif. All credits go to the owner.
Itâs been a hell of a day.
Itâs been a hell of a week.
Damn, itâs been a hell of a month.
The ED has been busier than ever. Gunshot wounds, car accidents, overdoses⌠you name it. And on top of that, thereâs your attending, Dr. Robby, who apparently hates you more and more each day. Nothing that you do seems good enough for him. You can always do more, do better. In any other circumstances that would instigate you to bring your A game every time, but right now itâs only tiring you.
It is the end of the day shift. 12 hours of madness that finally comes to an end. Itâs friday night and all you can think about itâs getting home, take a nice hot shower and sleep. Thatâs all you want. Thatâs all you need.
Packing your things, you say goodbye to everyone and head to the parking lot, where your car is parked, only to find out that you have a flat tire.
You curse yourself for not paying attention to when your dad taught you how to change a flat tire and right now you whished he was there to help you.
You considered calling him, but who were you kidding? You would most definitely not change a flat tire after a 12 hour shift.
You looked at it mad, but mostly tired.
You heard a way too familiar voice behind you. Dr. Robby, your attending. The man you were trying to leave at the ED.
âJust a flat tire, thatâs all⌠Iâm calling AAAâ
âTheyâll take forever to get here⌠and forever to change thatâ He said, pointing his head to the flat tire, raising his eyebrows. âIâll give you a ride homeâ.
Not let me give you a ride home or can I get you a ride home?
Iâll give you a ride home.
Demanding as always, even outside his ED.
âIâd rather sleep in the parking lotâ You whispered to yourself.
âSorry?â Robby said behind you, smiling, pretending he didnât hear that sassy comeback you just gave him.
âNothing⌠just thinking out loudâ
âSo? Do you really prefer to spend your friday night watching AAA change your tire?â
You looked at your flat tire and heavy sighed. The Universe hated you.
âFineâ You turned around, finally looking at Robby after all this time.
You placed your backpack on your back and Robby already had a helmet on his hands. Adjusting it to your head, Robby watched you.
Again. Not let me help you.
You lowered your head and he helped you.
âWhat about yours?â You asked, referring to the helmet, but already knowing the answer.
âBecause youâre immortal, right?â You teased.
âBecause I worry about the safety of my passengersâ
Liar. Robby had no passengers. Ever. He decided to have his old helmet with him some time ago, in the hopes that maybe someday you would need a ride home. That day came and he would definitely make your safety his priority.
âBut you donât care about yoursâ You stated.
âDonât worry about meâ
âI do worry about you. If you die, whoâs gonna write me a recommendation letter?â You smirked behind him, ready to occupy the place on his motorcycle that belonged only to you, even though you didnât know that.
âOuchâ He half smiled.
That small, fleeting interaction hurt. This is what you two were like in the beginning, before everything changed. Before he changed. It felt distant, yet so familiar. Like it should always be this way.
You occupied your place behind Robby on his motorcycle, placing your hands on his side.
âI think you should hold on tighterâ He said, turning his head to the right just slightly, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
You adjusted yourself, your chest now pressing against his back, arms across his stomach, chin almost pressing on his shoulder. You were so close now he could smell your sweet breath.
âBetter?â You asked. And the sound of your voice so close to his right ear made him swallow. Hard.
âYeahâ He managed to say. Starting his motorcycle, he rode to where you told him your apartment was located.
You never rode a motorcycle before. Ever. The cold wind hitting your skin, the city noises⌠now you understood why Robby liked it so much. It felt like freedom. He didnât ride too fast, not wanting to scare you or put you in any kind of dangerous situation. Still, the ride home was fast, way too fast for his liking at least. He could ride with you in his motorcycle for hours and not feel time passing by.
âRight thereâ You said, pointing to a small yellow building.
Robby stopped right in front of it and you got off his motorcycle. Taking off the helmet and swinging your hair, you handled it to him.
âThank you for the ride homeâ You said while you gave him back his helmet.
âSureâ He said, holding it.
âGoodnightâ You said and turned back to walk towards the door of your building. Robby replied a low âgoodnightâ, looking down at the helmet on his hands.
But something stopped you from going home. You stood still, and maybe you could blame it on the tiredness or the curiosity, even on the fact that you never got to be alone, really alone, with Robby outside PTMC, but the words were faster than your thoughts, and you asked the question youâve always wanted to know the answer.
âWhy do you hate me?â You asked, looking down, fumbling with your keys, your back towards him.
That question took Robby by surprise. He looked at you, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, asking him a question he was not ready to give the answer. Because the answer belonged to him, and him alone.
âWanna ask that again now looking at me?â He questioned, head tilted to the side, eyebrows raised.
âNoâ You answered, a childlike answer, and that made Robby side smile.
âOkayâ He stopped for a second, choosing his words very carefully. âI donât hate youâ.
âThatâs what it looks like most of the timeâ.
âI knowâ He did know. Because that was a choice he made a year ago. âBut I donâtâ. He paused again. âHate is easierâŚâ
You stopped fumbling with your keys, no longer nervous about this conversation. Furrowing your brows, that sentence played again in your head. Hate is easier. Easier than what?
âWhat do you mean is easier?â You questioned it. âEasier than what?â You said, not fully turning around to look at him.
Then a thought crossed your mind. A thought that could not possibly be right. He was an older man, a wise one. Fuck, he was the smartest man youâve ever met. He was serious in his decisions. He would not treat a matter this serious like a boy.
He didnât answer what you already knew. Youâre smart. He knew that once that thought crossed your mind youâd have figured it out. Youâd see all the signs that were there all along.
âSo youâd rather have me despising you than liking you?â You asked, now looking at him. He still had his helmet on both of his hands, looking down at it. His eyes never meeting yours.
No answer. You two stayed in silence, your question lost in the cold air.
âAm I fucked up?â He asked quietly.
âWanna ask that again now looking at me?â
Again, the silence filled the space between you two. So many years lost because you two didnât have this conversation before. You were so mad at him for this, and so mad at yourself for not realizing it sooner.
âI am not having this conversation in the middle of the streetâ
You stated, turning around and walking towards your door. Robby thought he understood the message, and straightened on his motorcycle to leave. Instead, you opened the door for him, waiting for him to follow you to your apartment. If he couldnât handle this situation like an adult, you could.
Now was your turn to be demanding.
Robby thought for a little too long. This was everything he didnât want it to happen. Still, he decided to follow you to your apartment. The truth was already out there, and he knew you needed answers. Needed to have this conversation with him. You opened your door, taking off your shoes and placing them near the door. Robby followed right behind you and you closed the door. He took a quick look around your apartment. It was small, but cozy. It looked like you.
âYou want something to drink? Coffee, waterâŚ?â
You went to the kitchen to have some water. The previous conversation left you with a lump in your throat, and you needed something to ease the nervousness in your heart. In the meantime, Robby took a look around your living room, your bookshelf and the amount of investigative books you had. That explained how you could see things in your work that no one else could. He smiled to himself at the thought of that.
âYou know why I chose to do my residency at PTMC?â You asked, pouring yourself a glass of water while Robby waited in the middle of your living room, arms crossed. âBecause of youâ.
The statement took Robby by surprise. He thought he didnât hear you correctly, shaking his head slightly and furrowing his brows.
âTwo years before I started my residency I went to the ED with my cousin. She had this constant abdominal pain and had seen way too many doctors, who never got the right diagnosis. And most of them belittled her pain every time she crossed the door. Until one morning we went out for breakfast and she felt this excruciating pain. All I could think of was finding the nearest ER to take her. That was PTMC. The day shift. Your shift. Soon enough she became your patient, and even though you had to assist so many others, you took your time to listen to her. To actually listen to her pain and try to understand what it was. Eventually, you found out what she had and now she lives a life with quality. It was your thoughtfulness amongst the chaos of that ED that made me decide to do my residency in emergency medicine, at PTMC, with you as my attending. When I got the chance two years later, the only thing I did was search if you were still working there. You were. And a couple of months later I was your residentâ
âWhy you never mentioned this?â
âI didnât want you to know. I didnât know if you would treat me better for knowing it or worse because you thought that I thought I would have any advantage. In the end, the truth is I didnât want any special treatment coming from you. I wanted you to teach me how to be better every day. And you did⌠in the first year. Then, out of nowhere, you suddenly changed. And I thought I had done something wrong. I went through all of the cases we worked together to see if I could figure it out what I did wrong but I realized that I didnât do anything wrong. And I just couldnât understand why you completely changedâ
âIt wasnât out of nowhereâ
He said, voice low, almost as if he was confessing a secret. Robby kept that within him for too long. And he would have kept it there, hidden forever, if this conversation never happened. But right now the topic was out there, and you had been nothing but honest with him about your thoughts and feelings, how he made you feel in those two years, that he felt like he owned you the truth.
âWe were invincible in that ED. I never had a resident like you before. We had the same line of thought, principles, anticipated each otherâs actions⌠and that felt incredible in the first yearâ
He stopped for a moment, putting together the right words for you.
âThen, every time I crossed those doors it was you who I looked forward to seeing first in the morning. If I was revising a chart and you came near me it was your scent that intoxicated my mind and stayed with me the whole day. If you came near me my heart would beat so fast like I was a fucking teenager with a crushâ. He laughed, shaking his head.
âYou robbed my heart and my mind. They were both filled with you all day, every day. And I knew I was fucked. This couldnât happen. At all. I was your attending and you were my resident. I was supposed to be your mentor. So I knew I had to create this distance between us, because otherwise I wouldnât be able to concentrate on doing my work. You just wouldnât leave my mindâ
He said, pointing his index finger to his head.
âAnd yes, in my head I thought that it would be better if you disliked me. Because the other option could not happenâ
You were silent, processing all the words he had just said to you.
âSo instead of having a conversation like an adult you simply chose to act like a boy and push me awayâ
âI knew that if we talked about it there was a chance you felt the same wayâ
âAnd was that a bad thing? A feeling that was mutual?â
âA feeling that could not happen, Y/N!â He raised his voice, trying to make you understand. âIâm sorryâ He apologized for the elevated tone.
âBecause Iâm your attending. IâmâŚâ
âFinish it. I want to know why you think this couldnât happenâ
âYouâre young. You have your whole life ahead of you. A brilliant career to build. Thereâs no place in your life for an old man with so much damaged baggageâ
You were in disbelief. He made a decision for the both of you based on his personal assumptions.
âThat was my decision to make. My life. I was supposed to choose what I wanted or not. Who I wanted or notâ
You walked to the center of your living room, now facing him directly.
âAnd weâve lost two years because of a decision you made. Alone. That was my decision too. And you took that choice away from meâ
âBecause I know what you wouldâve chosenâ
âThis. Us. You wouldâve chosen usâ
âWouldnât you?â You gave him a questioned look.
âYou canât or you donât want to?â
The room went quiet, both of you still processing everything that was said tonight. All the feelings that were confessed after all these years. You decided to talk after a moment to end this topic once and for all. Too much time had been lost already, and you would try it for the last time.
âWell, this is my apartment, not your ED. In here youâre not my attending and Iâm not your resident. I can do whatever I want. And right now I want a shower. A really hot showerâ
âOkayâ He said, lowly.
âAnd this is your last chance to make the right decision. After this, there are no second chancesâ You stated, firmly.
You turned around, walking towards your bedroom, taking off your shirt, tossing it in the living room, your bare back facing Robby. He turned his head away, not sure if he was allowed to see that. Then, he looked again, and you were taking off your scrub pants, staying only in your black underwear. You turned on the bathroom lights, and Robby could hear the water running. The right thing to do was leave. But he understood that if he did that, this was over, even before it ever started.
The hot water burnt your skin in the most relaxing way. After all that had happened in the last few months and after this raw and honest conversation with Robby, that was all you needed. To relax. Still, even with the amazing feeling the hot shower was giving to you, you couldnât help but be nervous. You gave him an ultimatum, and you hoped he had understood. I mean, the man is smart. Thereâs no way he wouldnât understand that. Right?
If he was so smart, why there was no sign of him? Anywhere.
The minutes had passed and you started to understand the situation you were in: a man, that you liked and that liked you back, couldnât jump into this⌠whatever this was. He left. You were certain of it. And you swore to yourself that this was the end of it.
Resting your head on your bathroom wall, you let the hot water run on the back of your neck to ease your thoughts. Then, you felt a presence behind you, and you straightened yourself. It was him. He stayed.
âFinally making the right decisionâ You said, your back facing him.
âI donât know if itâs the right decision, but itâs what I want right nowâ
âThatâs good enough for me. You?â
And with that there was no more holding back coming from Robby. He crossed a line he had never allowed himself to before, but your goddamn being was too fucking intoxicating for him. And since he was in a zone he should not be, he most definitely would enjoy every fucking minute of it.
He ran his long fingers through your hair, dragging back the strands close to the hairline, making you slightly jump out of surprise. Grabbing a fistful, he saw your hair clip close, so he fixed your hair up high, giving him full access to the back of your neck.
âWhat are you doing, Robby?â You asked, barely audible.
âYou wanted a hot shower, so Iâm gonna give it to youâ
He placed his left hand there and your neck felt so small is his big hand, his fingers coming to rest in your throat. Then, bringing his lips close to your right ear, he whispered: âa very hot oneâ.
His first choice for your bath was your bath soap. Opening up, he put some of it on your back and immediately inhaled deeply, absorbing the soft floral sent coming from your back.
âSo this is where your scent comes fromâ He said, running his hand along your back. âThe scent that canât leave my fucking head all dayâ He whispered, tracing his right hand all the way down to the small of your back, coming upfront to your stomach.
âNow relax for me, baby. Let me take care of youâ He said, voice low, biting softly the skin of your neck, his beard touching your skin and sending shivers all over your body, your nipples perking.
Out of instinct, you threw your head back and pushed your back towards him, pressing it against his wet and broad chest, feeling him. You could hear a low groan leaving his lips and he brought you even closer, as if you werenât close enough. Turning your head slightly to the right, he met you halfway and your lips were so close, barely touching. He looked at them, then deep into your eyes, maybe to see if there was any sign of regret in them. There wasnât. Then he kissed you. Slow at first, still hesitant.
You knew his moral compass was going insane inside his head. You also knew that he was fighting with everything he had to avoid listening to that voice inside his head telling him to stop and get the fuck out of there before things went further and there was no turning back. But thatâs what Robby wanted. Thatâs whatâs been inside Robbyâs mind since the switch flicked inside his heart. He wanted this. He wanted you. Oh, and he wanted to go so much further than this.
You tasted delicious on his lips, even better than what he thought you would, and your silky skin under his rough and callous palm made his cock throb. You could feel him pressed against your ass, and this whole scenario, that you fantasized so many times before, happening right now, made you drip. The kiss was slow, hot, sexy, like he was trying to savor every second of it, but you needed more. You ached for more, so you bit his bottom lip and in return his left hand, which was previously splattered on your bathroom wall, steading you both, was now around your neck, holding you still, so he could deepen the kiss. Catching your breath, you threw your head back and rested it on his shoulder.
âWhat do you want?â He asked, looking at you breathless, your eyes closed.
âYou know what I wantâ You said.
âNo, I donât. Canât know unless you tell meâ
You opened your eyes and looked at him.
âTell me what you want. I wanna hear those filthy words leaving your pretty mouthâ He said, looking at your swollen lips.
âYou already have me. Iâm right hereâ
âI want youâ You emphasized, and instantly arched your back, rubbing yourself against him.
âGotta be more specific, baby. Tell me. I wanna hear itâ He said, his voice low.
âI want you inside of me, Robbyâ You were so desperate, it was ridiculous.
He smirked, absolutely loving to have you melting under his touch.
Running his fingers from your stomach down between your thighs, he slipped two fingers inside of you, his left hand still around your neck, holding your head still so you could face him.
You closed your eyes immediately, a moan escaping from your lips. The feeling of his long fingers inside of you making you go insane.
âTold you to be specific. If youâre not going to be then Iâll choose what I put inside of youâ He said, slowly working his fingers in and out of you.
âThis is so fucking hot, Robbyâ You said breathlessly and he smiled.
âGood. I want you to feel good, sweetheart. Am I making you feel good?â
âMhmmm⌠so goodâ You barely said.
While your left hand was onto Robbyâs around your neck, holding you steady, your right hand chased what youâve been craving for all along. Once you wrapped your hand around Robbyâs cock, you felt him twitch in your hand.
âNot yet, baby. Donât worry. Youâll get my cock later. But first, I need to prepare you⌠otherwise you wonât be able to take itâ
You whined, being denied the thing you wanted the most.
âSo impatient for my cockâ He teased.
âTwo years of foreplay? Yeah, Iâm impatientâ He half smiled at your answer.
âOh, I know youâre gonna take care of me later, baby. But right now itâs you. You firstâ His mouth was inches from your ear again, and you could feel his hot breath while he whispered.
âSpread your legs wider for me, baby. I wanna go deeperâ
The words he was saying to you were intoxicating. You could feel that hot sensation building inside of you and you knew you wouldnât last long. You were close and Robby could feel it around his fingers.
âIâm gonna add another finger. Okay, baby? I have to. Think you can take it?â
âMhmmmâ By this time you couldnât form complete sentences anymore. It was all too much, and all you could do was feel.
He inserted the third finger, and you felt so full a moan escaped your lips.
âThatâs my girl. I knew you could take itâ
âIâm so close, Robby!â You said, panting while he worked his fingers even faster at the idea of you coming on it.
âI know, I know. I can feel you. I got youâŚYouâre gonna come at least twice tonightâ
He worked his three fingers faster and deeper every time, your legs shaking.
âNo! No, Robby, please⌠Please, donât stop!â
No words came out from his mouth. He was close to you, his hot breath on your right cheek, pulling out his fingers painfully slow.
âWhat happened to coming at least twice tonight?â You whined and that got a genuine laugh out of Robby.
He didnât smile much in the ED, let alone real laughter. That was new to you and you were already hungry for more of this new Robby⌠easy going, light and fucking hot.
âDonât worry⌠Iâm a man of my word. But I wanna move this to the bed so I can get a better look at you. Is that okay?â
âYeahâ You said, smiling. Going to bed did sound good.
You stepped out of the shower first and he followed you, turning off the water. You grabbed your towel to dry off and then wrapped it around Robby, so you two were connected again. You smiled cheekily and he laughed while you dragged both of you backwards to your bedroom, his hands behind your back so you wouldnât fall.
You stopped by the end of your bed, looking at him, towel still around the both of you.
You stopped for a moment, looking deep into his eyes, his pupils dilated with desire, and you chose your words very carefully, because you wanted them to have the same effect on him that his words had on you.
âYou have no idea how many times I laid on this bed and touched myself thinking about having your cock in my mouthâ
Fuck, you could feel him getting even harder under the towel, his cock resting on your belly.
He looked at your big and pleading eyes, then at your swollen lips, and the thought of them wrapped around him was like a dream come true.
That took you by surprise.
âTell me more about these thoughts you hadâ
You smirked at how this conversation was going. You knew what he wanted and you were ready to give it to him.
âEvery time you got angry or yelled at someone at work I thought about telling you to take it out on me right thereâ
âSo basically you spent the whole day thinking about having my cock in your mouth⌠because I do yell a lotâ He said, tracing your lips with his thumb.
âBasicallyâ You smiled.
âWhat a naughty resident you are⌠thinking about my cock instead of your patientsâ
He smirked, biting his bottom lip with desire.
âGo on then. Get on your knees and take what you wantâ
You dropped the towel and it hit the floor. Taking off your hair clip you got on your knees, never breaking the eye contact with Robby. You kissed his tip and he immediately rested his right hand on your hair. Grabbing the tip, you coated your lips with the pre cum that was dripping from it, taking it all the way down your throat without giving Robby a moment to slowly feel your mouth around him, just like he did with his fingers. He grabbed your hair tighter, and a moan escaped both of your lips. You fastened you pace, bobbing your head up and down, saliva dripping from your chin and Robby thought that never, not even once, his imagination was better than what he was seeing.
You could feel him twitch in your mouth. He was close.
âThatâs enough, baby. Get upâ He said, breathlessly.
âBut Iâm not done yetâ You said, big eyes looking at him, begging him for his cum down your throat.
âYeah, you are, sweetheart. Because if you donât stop Iâm gonna come, and I wanna come inside of youâ
You smirked and got up, laying on the bed. Robby grabbed your legs and pulled you to the end of the bed, so your legs were hanging. He was standing up between your legs and he grabbed a pillow, placing it under your head so youâd be more comfortable.
âOpen your legs for me so I can look at youâ
You did as you were told and the exposure caused your cheeks to burn.
âSo perfectâ He said, mesmerized by you. âTell me how youâd like me to fuck youâ
âRaw⌠hard⌠deepâ You said every word slowly, looking deep into his eyes.
âFuck, baby. So you like it rough, huh?â
He spat on your clit and rubbed his tip along it, and that sight and the feeling of him on your sensitive bud was enough to make your eyes roll. He coated himself with it and then pushed himself inside of you, feeling your walls already clenching around him.
âFuck, sweetheart. Youâre so tightâ
âRobby, Iâm not gonna last longâŚâ You said, already feeling that hot sensation through your body with each trust.
âGood, I want you to come for me now. Go on, I got youâ Each trust getting deeper and harder exactly like you wanted it.
You could feel him, all of him buried inside of you and you were so, so close. He grabbed your left breast and squeezed it, twitching your nipple.
You grabbed his hand that was on your breast and dragged it all the way up to your throat, and with your hand wrapped around his you squeezed it, showing him what you needed. He understood and with each trust he squeezed your throat harder and harder, and you knew this was it.
âRobby, Iâm gonnaâŚâ You closed your eyes and furrowed your brows, holding onto his biceps for dear life, as if you didnât, you would be sucked out to a different dimension.
âDo it, baby. Do it. Let me make you mineâ He said, trusting harder, hand around your neck. âKeep your eyes on me. I wanna see what you look like when you comeâ He said, looking deep in your eyes.
You came hard, walls clenching around him, vision all white and hot, and it took Robby every strength in his body not to come with you. The sight he had been granted was heavenly.
But he said you were coming at least twice tonight.
And he was a man of his word.
Once you came down from your high he pulled out without any warning, earning a whine out of you, your walls clenching around nothing.
âOn your hands and knees, sweetheartâ
You did as you were told, legs still shaking, barely able to hold yourself up. Robby helped and placed you right where he wanted. You rested your right cheek on the pillow, ass all the way up for him, already holding the sheets for balance.
He pushed himself inside of you again, and you were so sensitive⌠fuck.
His trusts never got slower, sloppier. If anything, they were getting deeper and harder.
In this new position he was even deeper inside of you. If that was even possible.
You were gonna come soon⌠again.
He placed his right hand on your hair, his left on your hip for balance as he trusted again, and again, and againâŚ
âFuck, baby. This is it. Iâm gonna come. Tell me where you want itâ
Funny, you thought. He said he wanted to come inside of you while you were sucking his cock, and now he was asking where you allowed him to. Fuck, Robby. Stop getting hotter.
âInside, Robby. I want all of itâ
He laughed, panting. That delicious genuine laugh again.
âAlright, baby. You got it. Itâs all yoursâ He said, coming hard inside of you, his hands squeezing your hair and hip, his come leaking on the mattress. That triggered your own orgasm, as intense as the first one, and you two came together.
His chest collapsed on your back, but he was careful enough not rest all his weight on you.
After a few seconds, both of you laid on the bed, staying that way. Robby pulled you closer, his arm around you, your hand resting on his chest.
âYou knowâŚâ You started, lowly. âWhen you said let me make you mineâŚâ
âYeah?â He raised his eyebrows, looking at you.
âI was already yours⌠all this timeâ
Robby smiled tenderly, holding you closer, giving you a light kiss on the lips.
Nothing could ever be better than this.
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Robby woke up to an empty bed.
You were nowhere to be seen and he missed the warmth of your body next to him.
He got up, and the smell of breakfast being cooked in the kitchen told him exactly where you were. He put on his black boxers and went after you.
You were wearing an old college shirt, hair up high, your back facing Robby. He came from behind, wrapping his arms around you, kissing the crook of your neck.
âHey, youâ You said, smiling.
âGood morningâ He said, his bedroom voice sending shivers all over your body.
âIâm making breakfast. You hungry?â
âStarving, actually. It was a long night, you know?â He teased.
âYou donât sayâ You smirked at his joke. âI went out and grabbed your coffeeâ You turned around, pointing at it in your kitchen countertop.
âYou didnât have toâ
âItâs no problem, reallyâ You gave him a quick kiss.
He untangled himself from you and grabbed it, taking a long sip to wake up.
You two stayed silent for a moment, and it was a nice and comfortable silence. Then you turned off the stove and turned around to look at him while he drank his coffee by the kitchen countertop.
âYou can keep me a secret, you know? I wonât mindâ
He stopped drinking, placing the cup on the countertop and looking at you, serious, his jaw clenching. At some point, you two would have to have this conversation.
âI just donât want this to be a one night thingâ You said, quietly, looking down at your feet.
âI donât like this wordâ He said.
âWhat word?â You asked, now looking at him again.
âSecret. Youâre not a woman to be kept a secretâ
âBut I know you canât be public about this either. And I donât wanna loose this, Robby. We already lost too much timeâ
He stopped for a minute, thinking of what he could do. This was exactly what he avoided all this time. But right now, just like you, he also could not stand the thought of losing this.
âPrivate, thenâ You said. âThis could be a private relationshipâ
âLess worse than secretâ
âGood. At work youâre my attending and Iâm your resident. Here, weâre thisâ You said, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him.
âIt wonât be for too longâ He assured you.
âI know. Donât worry, itâs okayâ You kissed him again, reassuring him.
âGod!â He threw his head back âHow am I supposed to concentrate at work now knowing every time I yell youâll think of sucking my cock?â He teased, looking down at you, voice low.
âDonât worry⌠Iâll think of a few things to help you throughout the dayâ You winked, smiling back.
âYou know what I really wanted right know?â He asked.
âWhat?â You said, arms around him, looking up to his eyes.
âA shower. Wanna join me?â
âWill it be as hot as yesterdayâs?â You teased and he laughed.
âThen I canât wait for a hot showerâ You two smiled at each other.
And this, whatever this was, was just the beginning.
