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gf!Baran who is obsessed with your thighs. She loves laying her head in your lap after a long day (a rare show of vulnerability for her), and having the plush skin of your thighs beneath her is the best pillow she could ask for.

gf!Baran who especially loves your thighs when she’s eating you out. When your legs twitch around her head, trying not to close, she doesn’t push to keep them open. No. Her fingers dig into the soft skin and squeeze, gently encouraging you to let go and just lean into the pleasure of her tongue in your pussy.

gf!Baran who uses any excuse to be close to you. If you’re at home, she’s leaning on you, laying between your thighs or curled up with you in bed. If you’re out of the house, she’s always reaching for your hand, guiding you with a gentle hand on the small of your back or making up some excuse about your shift being askew so she can pull you aside to kiss you.

gf!Baran who, when you’re getting ready in the mirror, restlessly adjusting a tighter dress, comes up behind you, sliding her hands along your waist and murmurs:

“You look so beautiful right now, azizam.”

As her hands smooth over your skin. She smiles into the mirror, genuinely always looking like she won the jackpot being with you. Her soft, steady words—so painfully honest, too, she would never lie to you—always make your cheeks go warm.

gf!Baran who peppers kisses all over your tummy whenever she can. if you’re just laying in bed with pajamas that maybe ride up a little, she’ll put her book down and kiss her way down to your stomach. Sometimes, after going down on you, she just lays between your legs, one hand still gently caressing your thigh while she leaves lazy kisses all along your stomach.

gf!Baran who immediately searches out your warmth after work. If she comes home and sees you in the kitchen, cooking dinner with her son? She’s DONE for. She’ll come up and hug you from behind, kissing your shoulder as her son runs over to hug her (he can only reach up to her waist.) Even as you explain what you’re making, she can’t really focus. She’s got heart-eyes the entire time, basically.

gf!Baran who gets whiny whenever you’re fucking her!!! she especially loves when your fingers are in her and she can cling to the plush of your arms to anchor herself. Even while she’s breathing all heavy and moaning, she wants you as close as possible.

gf!Baran who often leaves some (very light) nail marks against your skin on accident and feels SO guilty about it… mostly because seeing you a little marked up turns her on a bit more than she’d like to admit. Seeing you with her hickeys or some gentle scratch marks the next day gets her feeling a little warmer every time.

gf!Baran who is a total pervert when you go to the beach together. she can’t help it. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

she’ll feel guilty for seeing your body in a small bikini and immediately thinking about pushing it to the side and watching you take her strap-on from behind… pussy all wet for her… the swell of your ass jiggling as she pushes into you particularly hard…

later, as she admits this to you (spoken softly, with the slight twinge of embarrassment in her voice), her cheeks get flushed and she is grinning stupidly the whole time. she says she “didn’t want to make you feel objectified” but just wanted you to know how bad she wanted you in that moment. as if you’re not already thirty seconds from grabbing her and kissing her senseless. as if her own girlfriend would think she’s some kind of pervert just for having her mind in the gutter.

gf!Baran who always tries to be so respectful with you. she takes her time, kisses you slowly and deeply, makes sure you know how absolutely enamored she is with you every second she can.

gf!Baran who is kind of a little too respectful sometimes… it gets a little frustrating when she uses it as an excuse to tease you. she’ll be touching you carefully, leaving slow kisses down your neck when all you want is her fingers in you. or she’ll be grinding down onto your thigh, her wetness spreading on your skin, not letting herself cum just because she wants to keep this going for as long as possible.

gf!Baran who hardly ever drinks because of the seizures, but goes out once with Trinity, Mel, Victoria, and Dennis because they insisted she come to karaoke night. she came home in an uber and found you IMMEDIATELY. before you could even ask how it was, she was kissing you. she slid down onto her knees, mumbling something in Farsi about how much she needs you. her hand gently pushes your tummy to keep you pinned against the wall, the other grabbing your hip so angle your pussy closer to her face. her curls were brushing your thighs the entire time she was licking you, desperately grabbing at any plush skin she can get a hold of.

gf!Baran who falls asleep during movies with you and her son… with her head on your chest. she lays her head in your tits like that’s her favorite pillow <3

gf!Baran who gets unreasonably upset when you mention your ex saying something about you not eating as many calories. in retaliation to this ex, she immediately figures out how to bake your favorite dessert and makes it for you. just out of spite for that ex girlfriend. she reassures you with a kiss on your cheek that you should never think like that because you’re so fucking beautiful as is <3

Baran lays with her head buried in the crook of your neck, curls tickling your bare chest. She wouldn’t normally even sleep… but she makes an exception for the excuse to lay with you, uninterrupted, for eight hours. Before you’re awake, her eyes are suddenly snapping open as a familiar, iron-y smell hits her nose. Blood. Your blood, without the shadow of a doubt. She sits up slowly, careful not to wake you. Did she accidentally bite you while you were asleep? No. She has better self control than that. Most of the time. You stir, she freezes, pausing for a moment until you lull back into a peaceful sleep. She knows how important that is for humans, thanks to you.

But she’s still determined to find that intoxicating smell that emanates from you. A sudden idea pops into her head, warmth suddenly creeping up her neck. No bite marks, no sudden scars… but you’re not wearing panties due to last night's activities. One possibility becomes very clear: you’re on your period.

Baran slides the covers down with slow, careful movements, eyes fixed on you to make sure you don’t stir and suddenly wake up. Her breath hitches when she gets a glimpse at your base pussy beneath the sheets: glistening with warm, fresh blood. Her lips part, fangs out shamelessly, eyes darkening with a sudden swell of desire. Your legs are spread slightly, and you look so perfectly beautiful and peaceful laying there like that… Baran has to take a deep breath to steady herself and not go too fast.

Her hands ghost over your sides as she moves to straddle you. She leaves a trail of goosebumps in her wake while her eyes track the way your expression shifts just slightly. She catches herself almost letting out a soft noise, just staring down at your beautiful, sleepy face. Without moving her eyes, she leans down, lips brushing faintly against your collarbone… then down, kissing your breasts ever-so-softly, then down, along your ribs, your stomach… until she reaches your thighs.

Baran sits between your legs, staring at your perfect cunt for a long moment. She’s a little surprised you haven’t woken up already… but she can’t stop now. Not when your blood is right there for her to taste, like the cherry on top of her favorite dessert. She licks her lips, breathing heavy as she leans down, closing the distance until she’s settled between your legs, hands sliding to your thighs. She stares with awe. With desire. And then she dives in.

Her tongue licks a long, flat stripe through your folds. She gets anything that she can, as much of your juices as she can take. Baran feels your thighs shift around her head, just slightly… and she doesn’t stop. Her eyes just look up to your face again while she buries her face in your pussy. She laps at you with a hunger that only a vampire could ever experience—the sheer need to taste you, to fuck you with her tongue until her face is covered in your blood and cum, until your cunt is too sensitive to take any more.

You begin to awaken with a soft sound, as if you still think you’re dreaming. Baran lets out a little noise of her own, her tongue sliding down with impeccable precision to your entrance, sliding in as deeply as she can go. A soft, sleepy moan slips from your lips as her tongue pushes against your walls, desperate to be as deep in you as possible.

“Mmh, Baran…”

Evan half asleep, you’re moaning her name. Baran stutters for a moment. Even if you had been dreaming… you were dreaming about her. With somehow more desperation than before, her tongue pursues deeper into your pussy, fangs grazing your folds as she loosens her jaw to give herself a better angle.

The sharp, barely-there pain is what finally wakes you up. Your eyes flutter open slowly, breathing already heavy. And the first thing you see is Baran, staring up at you like you hung the stars, face covered in blood, eating your pussy with no shame whatsoever. And you don’t scream. It doesn’t freak you out in the slightest. If anything, it just makes you a little more aroused than before.

Her eyes stay fixed on yours as she laps at your pussy, drawing out every sound she can get from you. She knows every sensitive spot, every way you like to be licked and touched like she’s memorized your body. Every time her tongue pulls out of your cunt, she’s immediately sucking and licking your clit. What a wake up call.

Your thighs start to squeeze around her head as you get closer. She doesn’t try to pry them apart. No, Baran moans against your pussy instead, holding onto your thighs like they’re anchoring her while she just keeps her mouth attached to your pussy. As your moaning becomes louder, a little more frantic, she doubles down. Baran is shoving her tongue into you and flicking your clit with newfound desperation until your hips are bucking up into her face, your thoughts twitching around her.

Baran tastes your release first—her favorite taste… well, second only to your blood. And then she glances away from your face when she feels warm juice dripping down her chin. Your slick mess, squirting out from your puffy, wet pussy. Sure, the bedsheets may be ruined, but holy fuck. Baran can’t look away. Not while you’re literally dripping for her, so sensitive first thing in the morning.

Before she can think, she’s diving back between your legs, licking up every last drop of your blood and cum. Her eyes flutter shut. She’s acting on pure instinct now.

A sharp whine from you causes Baran to look up. You’re already writhing, hips twitching as she flicks and sucks your clit maybe a little too enthusiastically.

“Baran, fuck—“

One particularly good lick right to your overly sensitive clit has your words replaced by a moan very quickly. Baran’s hands rub soothingly over your thighs, a total opposite to the frantic licks to your cunt. Almost like an apology for her being so completely unable to resist you.

Her tongue buries deeper into you with an almost whiny sound from her. Those dark curls brush against your inner thighs as they squeeze around her involuntarily. She doesn’t mind the pressure. Not as long as she’s tasting you on her tongue.

Her tongue pushes into that sweet, spongy spot inside you with the kind of confidence that says she knows exactly what she’s doing. It’s a fleeting feeling, but she hears how you moan. Of course she does. So she keeps doing it, keeps angling and curling her tongue to press into where the walls of your pussy are clearly sensitive for her. You’re back to being close within a few minutes of her tongue fucking into you like that.

She knows exactly what to do to get you to this point: babbling moans, mouth hanging open, maybe even drooling for her… she can’t get enough. Getting you all messy like this is her favorite thing.

Your hands clench into the sheets as you finally cum on her tongue again, back arching up and moan reaching their peak. Baran works you though it, holding onto your thighs to anchor your cunt to her mouth until your thighs start shaking around her.

Now she finally unlatches from you. Her breathing stays heavy against your pussy, head leaning against your thigh as she looks back up at you: face flushed, hips twitching, breathing heavy. So beautiful. She kisses your thigh gently, a soft encouraging gesture as compared to how she ate your pussy just seconds ago.

“You taste so good, azizam.”

Baran murmurs. Slowly, she begins trailing kisses up your thigh, your stomach, your chest, until her blood-slick face hovers inches from yours.

“I love you.”

She murmurs, soft smile on her lips, eyes wide and dark and so, so filled with sheer adoration. She kisses you slowly, letting you taste yourself on her lips, hands gentle on the curve of your waist where she holds onto you.

Cassie swallows hard when she sees you. Robby’s young, way-too-beautiful-for-him date, wearing a short black dress with sequin details, fabric dipped so low in the back McKay almost thinks you’re asking for her hands on your skin. She has to clench her drink tighter in her hand just to resist the urge to go over there and pull you away.

She met you for the first time four months ago. When you came into the ED because Robby forgot his badge. He’d pulled you aside, talked in a low voice, barely squeezed your arm as a thank you before darting back to work. Cassie noticed. She noticed how he treated you like a secret until it was convenient for him to show you off. She noticed how, that day, you lingered in the ED for a few minutes too long with a dejected look in your eyes, hoping Dr. Robinavitch might take a break from his patients for five seconds for his… girlfriend? Sugar baby? Whatever. She’d even noticed how your expression immediately shifted back into something calm and collected when Cassie had come over, arms crossed, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Hey… everything okay over here?”

“Hm? Yeah. Fine. Sorry. I’m not a patient.” You’d laughed softly, given her a sheepish smile. Cassie couldn’t have held back the look of amusement on her face if she tried.

“I know. You’re Robby’s…” She paused, eyebrows raising just a bit as she shifted on her heels, waiting for you to fill it in.

“Girlfriend. Or, uh, we’re dating.”

“…Right. Okay. Well, he’s—“ She’d looked around. No Robby in sight. “Busy. But I'm sure he’ll be done soon. Maybe you want to wait in the staff lounge for a bit?”

You paused for a moment. That’s when Cassie had caught the conflicted look in your eyes back again. Like you wanted to wait… but maybe knew he wasn’t coming. “No. It’s fine.” You’d muttered, shaking your head as if you were shaking off the thought. Then you looked at her with a soft, slightly sad smile. “Thank you. It was nice to finally meet one of his colleagues.”

“Yeah. Likewise…” Cassie’s smile had barely widened, her head tilting to the side as she’d slid her hands from being crossed, into the pockets of her hoodie. “You never actually told me your name.” She pointed out, trying to sound casual, like this was just a coworker casually wanting to know more about her friend’s life.

“Oh, yeah, right! I'm Y/n.”

“Cassie McKay.” She nodded to you, taking a moment before speaking again. “You should come around again sometime. I’m sure the ED could use someone who isn’t totally miserable around for a day. Robby could probably use it.”

The way your smile had widened made Cassie’s heart skip a beat. That never happened.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

Then you’d waved and walked off. That was it. Just that small interaction and, all of a sudden, Cassie couldn’t get you off her mind.

Alas, those four months passed and Cassie never saw you around the ED. Tonight was the first time since then. And now you’re here, as Michael’s arm candy, looking around while he gets caught up in some conversation about hospital billing or whatever. And Cassie just watches as he totally ignores you. Because of course.

She’s just about ready to give up the staring when you look over your shoulder and catch her eye. Just as a smile begins to spread on your face, Cassie has to fight to keep hers neutral. Then you break away from Robby… and start walking over to her. She can’t keep the small, almost smug grin off of her face. Partially because you’re finally leaving Robby’s side, partially because you’re specifically leaving to come to her.

“Hey, Cassie, right? We met a few months ago when I visited the hospital?” You say with a warm smile, champagne flute in hand.

“Yeah. I remember you.” She says as she takes a sip of her drink, trying to play it casual. “You look nice.” Cassie motions to the dress with a nod. “Nice” is an understatement but she doesn’t particularly want to say “you look incredibly hot” to a girl who she’s only met once and who is probably at least 15 years younger than her.

“Thank you!” You smile even more brightly at her and Cassie catches her own smile widening too. “You look amazing.”

Cassie does in fact, look amazing. Her tailored black suit, the slightly messy red curls, it all makes her look absolutely stunning. But it’s the way you say it, making it somehow so clear that amazing isn’t just some shallow compliment for when you don’t know what to say, gets Cassie’s heart to skip a small beat.

“Thanks.”

Cassie clears her throat, taking a sip of her drink as she tries to reel herself back into acting normal. But then she gets a glance of Robby. Who is still talking? Like he didn’t even notice you were gone. Her jaw tenses. “Robby’s…” She pauses, searching for some way to say this other than “acting like an inattentive dick right now”… “Pretty busy, huh?”

“Yeah. He’s always busy at these things, trying to find donors for the hospital… you know how it is.” There’s a smile on your face as you look over to Robby, yet a very obvious sadness in your tone when you talk about him being busy.

Cassie narrows her eyes, turning to look at you. “That doesn’t mean he has an excuse to ignore his girlfriend.” She sounds more pissed off than she meant to. Oops.

“He’s not ignoring me. He’s just busy.”

“Just busy my ass.” Cassie snorts a laugh as she takes a sip of her drink. “You’re a beautiful girl, you’re sweet. You deserve better treatment than that.”

That slips out before Cassie can really think about it. She says it casually, like it’s the obvious truth that you deserve better than Robby.

“Our relationship works for both of us. We’re not really—I don’t expect that kind of special treatment from him. It’s mutually beneficial.” You try to shrug it off, taking a sip of your own champagne.

“Mutually beneficial?” Now Cassie’s tone is much, much more frustrated than she means. She can’t help it. “What, is he paying you to be his arm candy?”

Cassie, of course, immediately notices the way you pause before answering. Oh. So maybe her sugar baby guess wasn’t far off.

“I need the money. It’s easy.” You shrug, taking a large sip of your drink as if it’ll distract you from the conversation.

Cassie lets the space between you fall silent for a moment, her eyes on you. You’ve opened up to her, given a little piece of information that only makes her inexplicable frustration with Robby more palpable. She doesn’t want to mess this up.

“You could find someone else.” She proposes suddenly, shoving one of her hands into her pocket. “Like maybe someone who wouldn’t treat you like shit.”

Cassie McKay is… jealous? When she says “someone else,” the image of you and her together, her hand resting on the small of your back, rubbing circles against the skin there at a party just like this one, actually paying attention to you, suddenly pops into her head. She is, for some reason, ready to curse Robby out for this girl she’s only known for a few hours at the most.

“It’s not exactly easy to find someone who is willing to help pay your college tuition just for being with them.” You interrupt her thoughts by saying that, eyes fixed on Robby across the room. Like this is your only option.

“I would.”

The words slip out before Cassie even thinks about what she’s saying. That seems to happen a lot around you. But she doesn’t get all embarrassed, doesn’t take it back. She just goes quiet, taking a sip of her drink, eyes fixed on you. When you turn to make eye contact with her, cheeks heating up, eyes wide—clearly you’re picturing it too—Casie just stares back.

“You could leave Robby. Go on a date with me.” She shrugs, finally looking back to the party, playing it totally cool. Like she’s not dropping this bomb on you. “A real date. Just us. No fancy gala.”

“What? I- are you serious?”

“Have I not made it clear that I think you’re too good for Robby yet?” Cassie asks rhetorically, a twinge of sarcasm in her tone as she runs a hand through her hair. “I could treat you better.”

The look on your face actually makes Cassie smile a little. She was trying to be serious, but you look absolutely adorable with that flush blooming across your cheeks. Acting in yet another impulse—maybe she’s just learned to be bold enough to go for what she wants at this point—she reaches up and gently cups your jaw, brushing a thumb over your cheek.

Now it’s your turn to act on an impulse. You lean in quickly, pressing your lips against McKay’s in a gentle, chaste kiss. For the brief moment your lips are against hers… she kisses you back. Then you pull away. Cassie is left with an even bigger smile on her face.

“You know Robby could have seen that, right?

“I don’t care.”

Something flutters in Cassie’s chest at your tone. She lets out a small, almost disbelieving laugh at how fast you’ve switched up—and all it took was her proposing a real date. She feels something she hasn’t felt in a long ass time. Desire. Palpable and warm, stirring low in her stomach already. She takes a deep breath as she sets her drink down on a nearby table. The hand that had been holding it moves up to your waist, fingers brushing the small of your back just like she had imagined when she first saw you tonight. She gently tugs you in closer to her, voice lowering conspicuously.

“I’m going to take that as a yes?” She asks lowly, almost teasingly.

You nod, a smile spreading on your face as you finish off the last of your champagne and set it on the same table as her glass. “Yes.”

Cassie’s smile widens, something rarely unguarded for her. “Good.” She’s about to lean into another kiss when she remembers where they are. In the middle of a gala. Surrounded by her coworkers. Plenty of people who know exactly who you came here with. She glances around, jaw clenching slightly as she thinks. Then an idea flickers in her head. Her eyes light up a little as they snap back to you. “How good are you at keeping quiet?”

Cassie presses you against the bathroom door as it shuts behind you two. Her hands plant on your hips, only letting go to quickly lock the door. She kisses you deeply and desperately, like she’s savoring this moment, savoring the taste of you. One hand slides up to cradle your face, keeping your lips moving against hers with no space between you two. She holds you like Robby never had. Like you’re something precious.

Cassie’s lips begin to trail down your neck with slow, almost needy kisses, covering any of the bare skin of your neck in the faint lipstick she is (was) wearing. It feels as if she’s trying to make it abhorrently clear: you’re hers. Not Robby’s sugar baby. Her date. The thought running through her head causes Cassie to let out a rough groan against your neck, hands tightening where they rest on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to her. She hasn’t done this in years. Probably not even since Harrison was born. It only makes her more desperate to have you.

“I could make you feel… so much better than Robby.”

She mumbles against your neck, breathing heavier and her voice an even lower rasp than usual.

“Can I?”

This time, she pulls away, looking at your flushed face, how your chest heaves. She doesn’t lean in and kiss you again. Not yet. She waits for you to let her take this a step further. Your little nod is her cue.

She kisses you deeply again, both hands coming up to cradle your face now. When she breaks away, she doesn’t waste a single second.

You watch with heavy breaths as Cassie moves, kisses trailing down your neck, hands sliding down to your thighs, pushing your dress up. She couldn’t care less if it wrinkles. She’ll worry about that later. Now, all she wants is to taste you.

Cassie is on her knees before you know it—hands on your thighs, lips leaving desperate kisses against the soft, plush skin. Without forcing or guiding, your hand moves to tangle into her red, messy hair. She glances up at you as she feels the soft tug, you anchoring yourself to her. A grin spreads on her face.

“Good girl. You’ll probably need it.”

She mutters teasingly as she begins pushing your dress up higher, until she sees the lacey fabric of your panties. Expensive looking. Probably a gift from Robby. The thought makes her scoff. Immediately, she hooks her fingers into the waistband and tears them down your thighs, letting them drop to the floor. For a long moment, she just stares. Her eyes fix on your pussy like it’s the most perfect thing she’s seen in months.

Cassie doesn’t start slow. No, her hands anchor on your thighs, keeping the dress pushed up as she licks a stripe from your dripping entrance to your already sensitive clit. Her tongue flicks the sensitive bud, a low moan sending vibrations against you as your hand gently tightens in her hair. Her hands grip your thighs harder, tugging herself against you, giving her a better angle to eat your pussy like a starved woman.

Her tongue works expertly. No matter how long it’s been, it’s a skill Cassie could never forget. She switches from long, flat-tongued licks through your folds, to teasing, deliciously overwhelming licks against your pulsing clit. She eats you out like she’s worshipping your cunt, tongue pushing into you just to taste you more.

Every time you moan, your hand tightens in her hair or your thighs twitch, Cassie responds with a low moan against you and licks against your pussy with even more desperate determination than before. She watches for every little reaction. So, when your hips start bucking up against her face, pushing her nose against your clit perfectly while she licks through your cunt, she knows you’re close.

But she’s not done.

“Don’t cum. Not until I say so.”

Her voice is a rough rumble against you. And she doesn’t even stop licking you to mutter her command. Her lips quirk up into a smile when she hears you whine, feels your hips buck against her face. She responds by grabbing your hips tighter, pinning them to the door.

You feel as if you can barely hold on after just a few moments of trying to hold back your orgasm. You can’t stop your thighs from shaking, hips grinding against her face with desperate intensity. Cassie just continues tasting you, licking up as much as you slick as she can. Her nose nudges your clit—just enough pressure to keep you from cumming, but enough to get you so fucking close—while her tongue pushes into your dripping entrance again. Even when you tug her hair and whine, she doesn’t let up. She stays attached to your cunt, unwilling to stop licking you until you feel so good, you won’t even be able to think about Robby anymore.

“Cassie— I- I need to cum. Please.”

You whine, moans turning even more needy than before. Cassie groans against your pussy, movements ceasing for just a second to look up at you, at your flushed cheeks, your parted, kiss-swollen lips. That’s what gets her. She nods against you as she dives back in.

“Cum on me.”

She murmurs right against your cunt as she goes back to licking with even faster, messier licks and kisses. Not having to hold back your release anymore, you feel yourself reaching your high within a few pushes of her tongue into your sopping pussy. Your head falls back against the door, hand tightening in her hair as she works you though your orgasm, tongue slowing as you cum on her.

She pulls away when you’re done shaking around her, forehead resting against your thigh, lips pressing softly against your skin.

“You’re perfect.” She murmurs, voice low and laced with something almost worshipful.

She stands slowly, guiding your panties back up as she goes. Her eyes remain fixed on yours, a little smile stuck on her lips. As soon as she’s face to face with you, she wipes your slick from her face with the back of her hand—an effortlessly sexy move, because of course—and leans in to kiss you again.

“Break up with Robby.” She mutters against your lips before pulling away just enough to look at you. “Then I'll take you on a proper date, okay?”

Her thumb gently wipes at the faint lipstick marks left on your neck, carefully helping you clean up so no one at the gala suspects anything.

You nod quickly. “Yeah.”

Cassie’s grin widens. “Good.”

And with one more quick kiss, you’re slipping back out to the party, arm in arm with Robby… already planning out how you’ll end things.

Cassie slips out a minute later, casually joining a conversation with Samira and Dana.

“Well, someone looks chipper. What, you finally get laid or something?” Dana asks with teasing sarcasm as Cassie approaches—still with that wide grin.

Wife!Baran who wakes you up every morning before your shift (because she has probably been up since 4:30 AM) with a gentle kiss on your forehead and a soft;

“Sobh bakhir, my love. I made us some coffee. It’s on the counter when you’re ready.”

and she greets you with a quick kiss and her hands on your hips, gently pulling you closer as you come into the kitchen.

Wife!Baran who loveees to rest her hand on your thigh on the way to work while she drives, humming along to the tune of some folk-ish song. Her thumb is always rubbing a little pattern against your scrubs.

Wife!Baran who swears: the second you two walk through the doors of the ED, you’re coworkers first. Not wives.

Wife!Baran who breaks that every single time because she can’t let you go off to take over some of the night shift nurses’ patients without another quick kiss and a reassuring:

“Good luck. I love you.”

You both end up heading to your new patients in a better mood, so, honestly, it’s a win-win for everyone.

Wife!Baran who saw you with a younger patient one time, sitting by his bedside, reading a book his mom brought while she was taking a walk, and literally had to stop dead in her tracks. She stood outside the room with wide eyes and a soft, almost reverent look on her face. No matter how many times she sees you with her son or any other child, how good you are with kids always has her heart swelling.

Wife!Baran who stops at the nurses station much more than she needs to. And she will never admit it. If anyone asks why she’s so frequently there, she looks at them with a fully serious expression and says something along the lines of “asking the nurses for advice on a case”. Never “I wanted an excuse to check in on my wife.”

Wife!Baran who, whenever she sees you alone in a hallway or something at work, comes up behind you and gives you a warm hug. She always leaves a kiss on your neck with a soft check in and a smile.

Wife!Baran who comes to you first after an aggravating patient or an argument with a doctor. Everyone knows she’s upset when she comes to the nurses station with a tense jaw, saying a curt:

“Can we talk?”

do you under her breath. You’re the only person who gets to see the hint of vulnerability behind her frustration whenever it happens. She’ll walk with you (pretending to be professional) until you find a quiet room and she can rant. You’re the only person she feels safe letting it out around. Plus, she knows she’ll always get a long hug and a very brief make-out session if she’s lucky and Dana doesn’t come trying to find you too quickly.

Wife!Baran who, on one of the aforementioned occasions, on a particularly slow day, skipped the sanding and just kissed you. One hand tangled into your hair, the other on your waist, pulling you flush against her. Apparently some douchebag had made a comment about you when you were across the hall with a patient and Baran had overheard. She’d been quietly steaming with a possessive anger until the moment she’d found you. The heated kiss quickly turned into marks down your neck, hands under your scrubs, and, before long, Baran on her knees, eating your pussy in the locked trauma room. You had to keep your lip bit the entire time to keep from making any noise while her hands anchored your hips and her tongue lapped against your folds desperately, pushing into your wet entrance, circling your clit with the kind of hunger she only got on the rare occasion she was feeling particularly possessive of you. Even when your hand was in her hair, gently trying to get her tongue out of your sopping, sensitive cunt after she already made you cum, she wouldn’t let up. It wasn’t until there was a firm knock on the door and she heard Dr. Robby’s voice:

“Whatever you’re doing in there, I suggest you wrap it up before we get our next shipment from triage.”

Baran lets out a sigh, looking up at you, chin glistening with your slick, hair a little messier than before.

“Sorry, my love.”

She mutters with a small smile as she kisses your thigh. When she stands—helping you pull your scrubs back on along the way—her hands stay on you for as long as possible. Before she has to leave, she leaves a kiss on your cheek, one hand rubbing gently on your side.

“We can continue this at home, hm?”

Wife!Baran who loves watching you work. She always tries to get assigned to cases that you’re working as the nurse on because she just loves watching you, quietly admiring you while you take vitals. She sometimes even zones out a little while staring—which makes you very worried every time, considering her medical history. However, she quickly reassures you with a warm smile and a little head shake, telling you softly and steadily every time that she’s alright. She’s just very, very, in love with you.

Wife!Baran who keeps photos of you and her son in her wallet so she can have them in her pocket at work at all times. Sometimes, when she needs a small break and you’re busy, she just takes out the pictures and takes a deep breath before getting back to work.

Wife!Baran who, after a long shift, just loves to lay with you. She’ll get home, hold your hand all the way to your shared bedroom. As soon as the door is closed, she’s kissing you softly, hands sliding under your scrubs to help you undress. Half because she wants you to be comfortable. Half because she wants an excuse to have her hands on your bare skin.

Wife!Baran who is absolutely obsessed with how you look when you’re between her legs… or really kissing anywhere on her. If you’re helping her relax after work, kissing down her neck, down to the swell of her tits, expertly kneading the soft skin while your tongue swirls and sucks her nipple, her eyes are ON YOU. She refuses to look away, even when she’s tempted to roll her head back because of your touch. When you kiss around her thighs. leaving dark marks leading down to her slick, perfect pussy, she’s breathing heavily, almost whimpering just at the sight of you. Whenever she catches a glimpse of you’re face when you’re pussy drunk, eating her out like it’s your last meal, her thighs twitch involuntarily around your head.

Wife!Baran who doesn’t really use social media a lot, but has an instagram filled with a few collections of photos. you are in every single one, whether it’s in your nurse’s scrubs, a photo of you falling asleep on her chest that you hadn’t realized she’d taken, or something of you with her son, you’re always in it. You're kind of 75% of her camera roll atp.

Wife!Baran who loves helping you with little things at home—attaching your badge to your scrubs, tying your hair up, making you breakfast—because “you’re always so helpful at work” and “you deserve a break.” This woman has the utmost appreciation for nurses in general. And her wife? Even more so.

Wife!Baran who lowkey plays eye tag with you sometime from across the ED. Although, honestly, it’s mostly just a staring game for her. She’ll watch you as you work with Dana, clipboard in hand, until you look over and catch her. She just smirks slightly and turns away after a long moment. It’s the kind of thing that she only does rarely because she knows exactly how it makes you feel.

Wife!Baran who, during one of those days where she was feeling particularly bold, kept staring at you with that look until you actually did something about it. At some point, you caught up to her while she was walking and asked if you could talk somewhere private. She agreed, although with a slightly confused look, and followed you into… a storage closet?? It only made sense a moment later when she saw the needy look in your eyes as soon as the door was closed. That smirk spread on her lips as you asked her what she’s been doing all day, why she’s been giving you “the look.” Baran just takes a quiet step closer to you, hands landing gently on your waist to soothe you and also guide you closer to her.

“I didn’t think that would get you so worked up, azizam.”

She murmurs, looking at you with a sort of analytical look. When you get all quiet and blushy all of a sudden, her small smile just barely widens. She loves seeing you get needy… even though you’re at work.

Wife!Baran who ends up fingering you in the storage closet just because you gave her puppy dog eyes. Even Dr. Doe Eyes herself couldn’t resist that. Her dark curls bushed against your neck as she pressed kisses all along the skin there, your held-back noises and the wet sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of your desperate, tight pussy are all that can be heard in the storage room. She fucks you slowly with her fingers, although it’s clear she’s not drawing it out as much as she could. She’s still a responsible doctor. Even with her fingers buried to the knuckle in her wife’s cunt.

Wife!Baran who would never EVERRR let any patient or doctor mistreat you in any way. And she doesn’t start fights. If she hears even a slightly snarky comment, she just gets cold and snappy. She makes it crystal clear that whoever it was fucked up. And she won’t let up until they eventually give her a sheepish apology. Even then, she just mutters: “good” and walks away calmly.

You felt her presence before you even laid eyes on her—the light breeze coming in through the window, the cool feeling emanating from just beside the bed where you lay, reading a book. Just in case, you slowly got up, leaving the novel open on the bed as you approached the window.

“Hi, my love.”

Baran’s whispered voice comes from just behind you the same moment that you feel a cold pair of hands around your waist, slipping under your sleep shirt—white, silk, like you knew she was coming.

“I’ve missed you.”

She murmurs as her hands slide upwards, cold, steady, slender fingers trailing reverently up your torso until they wrap around your breasts, squeezing teasingly. She can never seem to unlatch herself from you whenever she gets her hands on you.

“It’s only been two days.”

You point out—much more teasingly than unkindly, of course. Baran rests her chin on your shoulder, dark brown curls tickling the side of your neck. She’s got this smug little smile on her face, staring at you with those beautiful brow eyes.

“Two days too long.”

She murmurs, pressing a kiss against your neck, hands squeezing your breasts again. You can feel her smile against your skin. A moment of silence passes, Baden just inhaling your scent, nudging your neck with her nose. She hesitates before the next whispered words.

“I think you know why I'm here, janam.”

Of course you know. She sees you as often as she can, but on nights like this, coming over without warning, sneaking into your room, hugging you from behind… you know exactly what she wants. The theory is only solidified when you feel her lips part, sharp fangs pressing right against the junction of your neck.

Her hands start slowly kneading your breasts, squeezing while her thumbs brush your nipples—gentle and careful, like she’s easing you into this. Her lips press, cold and soft against your neck, wherever she can reach while being so closely pressed up against you. She can sense your hesitation. It’s only natural. The pain of her teeth sinking into your neck, the dizziness that comes with the blood loss, you know it’s coming. It’s nothing new.

“Please, baby.” Baran presses a long, drawn out kiss on your neck. “I need you.”

Within a few kisses and mumbled words, Baran is guiding you back onto the bed, climbing slowly over you. Her mouth stays attached to yours in a slow kiss while her hands work on pushing your top off. She pulls away for a moment just to watch as you come undressed. She gets this hungry look in her eyes. If she was any normal human, you’d think it was just lust. But no. That human lust is accompanied by straight hunger. Bloodlust, as some call it.

Her hands trail reverently up your sides, cold fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. Baran leans in to press slow kisses against your skin from where she kneels between your legs. She works her way up, starting from the waistband of your sleep shorts—leaving you with an unsatisfied ache between your legs, to be dealt with later—and up until she reaches the base of your neck. Now, when she looks up at you, there’s a new look in her eyes. Barely restrained need and… a little bit of guilt. The last thing Baran wants is to hurt you. She just can’t control herself when it comes to you… and you let her do it every time.

This night is no different. A quick nod is all Baran needs for her self-control to snap. She leans in, parted lips hovering over your throat, pupils dilated, jaw clenched to keep herself in check. Then you feel it. The sting of her fangs sinking into your neck. A pained cry slips from your throat. Baran immediately reaches up to cradle your face, caressing your cheek like she can reassure you now. It would be totally sweet and gentle, if it weren’t for how her strokes began to get a little messy. If it weren’t for the soft moan that slipped from her throat while she sucked hard on your neck, unable to resist the taste of her girl.

Somehow, the pain turns into something different. Something that causes heat to pool in your stomach, your hand tangling up into Baran’s hair as your hips begin to shift restlessly under her. She notices immediately. Before you can even ask, her hand moves from your cheek to pressing between your legs. Vampire speed has its advantages. She can feel how wet you are through the thin pajama bottoms. It only makes her feel more needy.

Her hand rubs and grinds between your legs as she sucks from your neck. The pain coupled with the pleasure from her hand teasing your clothed pussy is a sensation you somehow never get used to—a kind of pleasure that only Baran could ever make you feel.

Baran only unlatches from you when she hears your soft panting turn into something slower—the kind of labored breathing that comes with losing a little too much blood. When she does, she’s panting, eyes dark with need as she licks the last of the puncture on your neck to get the remaining blood flowing there. But she’s not done. Far from it. This sparked something in her that only fueled her need. Before you could catch your breath, she’s already leaving deep, open mouthed kisses all down your chest and torso, sucking a mark on the curve of your breast, leaving another on your hip, and again on the top of your thigh as she begins pushing your shorts down, all while mumbling:

“Good girl. You did so good. Baraye man besiar ali est.”

She guides you with worshipful grace from here, glancing up with dark, half-lidded eyes to see your chest rise and fall as she guides your shorts down, to see your breath hitch as she presses a slow kiss to your inner thigh, you biting your lip while she guides your thighs over her shoulders. She could watch you for hours and never get bored. It’s out of this mix of sheer fascination and utter devotion.

Baran takes a shaky breath when she’s face to face with your soaking cunt. She’s never been good at taking it slow with you. No matter how much she just wants you to feel good, she’s addicted to the taste of you—blood or no blood. In a moment of impulse, as her breathing picks up, she surges forward and sinks her fangs into the plush skin of your thigh, sucking desperately.

You gasp, prop yourself up on shaky arms, thighs already twitching. It should hurt. That’s what you should focus on. But you can’t. Not when her hands are gripping your thighs and she’s so close to giving you what you want. This time, it’s your voice that pulls her out of that blood-drunk state:

“Please.”

Her head snaps up, teeth unlatching, leaving her fangs stained with blood that drips down her chin. Her eyes are wide and beautiful, hair a little messy. She looks so perfect. And she can’t resist for a second longer. She almost immediately dives in and licks a stripe from your entrance right up to your clit. A moan is dragged from your lips, immediately spurring her on. She licks fervently, giving you no time to adjust—it’s just overwhelming pleasure now.

Her tongue probes your sensitive bud with desperate strokes, unrelenting even as your hand shoots out to tangle into her hair. You get this feeling of white hot overstimulation from her non-stop licks to your clit. Once she found that sensitive spot, it’s like she couldn’t bear leaving it alone.

You start squirming, thighs twitching and shifting around Baran’s head. She doesn’t take it as a sign to slow down. Of course not. Instead, one hand detaches from your thigh. Before you know it, she’s stuffing your pussy with two fingers. A ragged groan sounds from her throat as she feels your walls—tight, always so fucking tight for her—clench around the sudden stretch of her fingers. She hears you babble something long the lines of:

“Fuck— s’too much-“

…And doesn’t listen. Because she knows you well enough to know you love this. She knows that you love being filled with her, pushed until it’s almost too much. It’s her way of giving you a reward.

Her fingers piston in and out of you with a speed that can only be natural for something who isn’t human. Again, the vampiric tendencies come in handy. The wet squelch of your cunt taking her fingers is maybe her favorite sound in the world (second only to your moaning, she supposes). Every time she shoves them in and curls into that spongy spot that makes you whine and arch your back, her lips turn up in a small smile.

It’s not long before she senses you at the edge. She looks up from where she’s licking your clit, eyes fixed on your face, a silent command: “Please don’t look away.” And you don’t. You keep your eyes fixed on her as you pant and whine, back arching, until you’re cumming on her fingers, drenching them in your wetness while she licks and fingers you through it.

Loud moans turn into heavy breathing as Baran’s fingers slow. Her licks cease as she lets out a breath and kisses your thigh ever so gently, worshipfully. Her fingers pull from you slowly and end up immediately in her mouth, her tongue swirling around her own digits, cleaning the mess you made. You watch her for a long moment, feeling totally boneless, fucked stupid by her. A small smile pulls at your lips. She’s still covered in your blood. And yet she looks so soft, staring down at you with those doe-eyes, like you’re the most precious thing she’s ever seen.

Baran leans in and presses a slow kiss to your lips, savoring the moment.

“I’m making you breakfast in the morning. Do you need water?”

She asks quietly—she’s gotten good at understanding human needs by taking care of you—while her hands rub gently up your sides, soothing you as your body relaxes into the bed. You shake your head.

“Later. Just stay here.”

When you arrived in the Pittsburgh ED, Baran Al-Hashimi began freaking out in a way none of her coworkers had seen before. She was immediately on your case, insisting she do every piece of the procedure to patch you up just to make sure it was done right.

honestly? it was—in terms of ED cases—not the worst. You came in unconscious, having tripped on the stairs at work and going through a concussion. But Baran treated it like you were one of her highest risk patients. She couldn’t just watch her girlfriend come into her ED and not get the best care possible.

Baran was the first person to come see you when you got moved up to a room in the hospital. She opened the door slowly, taking a quiet step inside, her eyes immediately finding you: drowsy, a little bruised around the face, looking—in her professional opinion—way too fucking adorable for just having to come to the ER.

“Baraaan!”

Her lips curve into a smile as she hears your voice. The puzzle pieces slip into place very, very quickly. The slow blinking, heavy lidded eyes, the dopey smile, the soft voice? They gave you a morphine drip.

“Hi, my love.”

Baran mutters softly as she comes to your bedside, smiling down at you. She wants to pull you into a hug and never let you go.

“How are you feeling? Can I get you anything before they clear you for discharge?”

Baran stays by your bedside until the nurse comes in, holding your hand, listening to the fifth tangent you’ve gone on while trying to explain how you got into this whole mess. As much as she’s still worried, she also thinks seeing you high on the painkillers is absolutely hilarious. When the nurse explains that you’re free to go home with the doctor’s orders for dealing with the concussion, Baran lets out an audible sigh of relief while you grin at her.

The car ride home is, to Baran’s surprise, rather quiet. She was at least expecting you to ask how she got out of work for the rest of the day. Instead, you just watched her. Her hand rested on your thigh, your eyes stayed fixed on her. The morphine had your thoughts all hazy, and staring at Baran while the dim lights of street-lamps lit her face as her eyes flicked from the road, back to you every few seconds? That had your thoughts wandering. Her full lips… her deep brown doe-eyes… a soft ache was already forming between your legs. And that wasn’t escaping Baran. She noticed the way your eyes unfocused when you looked at her lips… and when she caught them wandering lower, to her chest. God, you really had no shame on morphine.

Baran guided you into your apartment with a hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles there. She really tries to ignore how you keep glancing back at her, looking more and more needy seemingly each time. She’s not gonna take advantage. Even though you’re her girlfriend. Even though you look so adorable. Even though she just wants to take care of you—make you feel good.

You end up stumbling into your bedroom with Baran behind you just a minute later. She turns away from you as she closes the door.

“You should get some sleep. That morphine will have worn off by the time you—“

She stops when she turns back around to see you right there, lips slightly parted, breathing heavy with anticipation. Baran’s jaw tenses. Well, shit.

She’s kissing you the next moment, hands on your waist, holding you tightly against her. In all fairness, you started it, having wrapped your arms around her neck and kissed her suddenly. Your boldness got to her. Just as Baran was about to guide you to bed, the intention of taking this slow fully set in her mind, you began guiding her to turn so that she was the one being backed towards the mattress. Before she knew it, you were climbing over her as she slid back into bed, trying to keep up with your hungry kisses.

The making out is messy and perfect. Her tongue mingles with yours as she begins to match your pace—she clearly hadn’t been expecting this much insistence rom you. And now she’s too far in to turn back.

Baran lets out a soft noise when you disconnect from her lips to start trailing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. Her hands remain on your waist, holding on a little harder as you begin sucking the skin on the junction of her neck, until she feels a faint sting and lets out a full-on whine, a dark mark already blooming there when you detach. When she starts feeling your hands sliding up her sides, her eyes dart down to follow the movement of her scrubs—which she never actually had time to change out of—being pushed up slowly.

Your lips are trailing down her collarbones before Baran realizes it. Her scrubs lie somewhere on the floor. When you press slow, sloppy kisses across her chest, she can’t take her eyes off of you. One hand comes to gently tangle into your hair—not pushing or guiding, just anchoring herself. You grin up at her when you feel it. Just then, you finally wrap your lips around one of her already peaked nipples. She—being as sensitive as she is to your touch—lets out a soft sound when you do. Her big brown eyes flutter as you begin to knead the soft weight of one breast while sucking on the other one. You squeeze and kiss her nipple incessantly, like you just can’t get enough of her tits. She wonders how you’re still so good at this while high on morphine. Maybe it’s just the sheer desperation—the need to taste her. You suck on her breast until she’s actually letting out soft moans, her hips already shifting beneath you. As you switch to the other, you let your hand fall from her chest, sliding down until your fingers slip beneath the waistband of her scrubs, already pushing them down slowly.

The next thing you know, you’re holding Baran’s thighs open, lazily lapping at her pussy. Your tongue licks slow, messy stripes along her wet entrance. Her moan—soft, needy, almost whiny—only spur you on. Baran’s hips twitch beneath you as your tongue circles her clit with the need to taste her. She actually becomes reduced to begging when your tongue starts probing her cunt, pushing just barely inside her aching hole.

“Please, my love. Right there, you’re doing so good. So good.”

And you listen. You lick and circle every spot that has her back arching into you, eating her pussy exactly how you know she likes it. Baran is, frankly, still astonished at your ability while on the morphine.

Baran cums while pushing your face into her pussy, her back arching and her head pushing into the pillows with a loud, whimper-like moan. You let out an involuntary moan against her, tongue licking up her leaking juices until she’s writhing, thighs pressing against your head helplessly.

A few minutes later, when you finally let up, Baran finally begins catching her breath in heavy pants. You climb up with a lazy smile, expecting her to be ready to curl up into bed and fall asleep with you now. But no. As soon as you’re at-level with her face, she’s gently tugging you in by the hair and kissing you again. It starts out slow, tasting herself on your lips… then she deepens it. She sits up slowly, guiding you to switch positions and lay on your back while she comes to straddle you.

Baran breaks away after a moment (not without great effort to do so), presses a quick kiss to the side of your mouth and mutters:

“Stay here. Give me a minute.”

In a low voice as she climbs off of you. You look confused for a moment, every reaction apparent on your face because of the haziness in your head. That confusion only lasts for a second. Because you see Baran going through your dresser drawer. The one where you keep the strap-on hidden away. You swear you can feel your own pupils dilate the second you realize what’s going on.

You lay in bed—having slid your jeans off and your panties down as soon as Baran was slipping into the strap-on harness—while Baran gently spreads your legs and kneels between them. She wraps her hand around the silicone cock and slowly pushes it against your pussy, which is, unsurprisingly, soaking already just from giving her head. The tip of her cock slowly slides through your folds, nudging against your clit, pulling a small moan from between your lips. It makes Baran let out a shaky noise, a smile spreading on her lips. She can’t deny that she loves seeing you so pliant. She teases you with the tip, only barely pressing into your entrance before pulling out again to press it against your sensitive clit.

Baran watches with rapt attention as her cock finally slides into your desperate pussy. She moans softly, like she can feel it, biting down on her lip to stifle the noise. Her hands rest on your thighs, keeping you spread, thumbs brushing gentle circles over the skin. She looks up as she pushes in deep—until her tip pushes against your cervix—just to see your face twist while you adjust to her stretching you out. God, the way you moan has her eyes darkening and her pupils widening. She can’t get enough.

Baran fucks you nice and slow, making you take every inch of her, every thrust stretching you out, filling the room with wet sounds and your moans. Every time she bottoms out, the base grinds against her clit, pulling another desperate moan from her lips. Within a few thrusts, she’s grabbing your hips, guiding you against her while leaning down over you, kissing your neck and jaw—whatever skin she can reach. Her cock slides in and out of you with ease, guided by the wetness dripping out of you. Your moans become desperate babbles within a few accidentally rough thrusts into you—she couldn’t help herself!

She can’t help but let out a breathy laugh when you start clawing desperately at her back, moans more needy than ever. Her hips have picked up a rhythm of slow rolls and deep thrusts into you, her breath heavy and labored against your neck. She can tell when you get close. And she knows just how to get you there.

As you’re on the edge of an orgasm, she begins picking up speed, her body fully pressed against yours now, hips thrusting erratically as she chases her own release. Your moans and babbled words turn into a whiny string of “uh, uh, uh” with every snap of her hips. Baran looks like she’s fighting off demons as she keeps up this pace, murmuring unintelligible praise in Farsi against your skin.

Baran’s thrusting continues even after you cum on her cock. She’s too far in to not chase her own release. As she moves, pushing into you over and over again, hard snaps of her hips begin to overwhelm your senses. You have to grab onto her to keep steady, thighs shaking around her. All the while, she’s now mumbling apologies just under your ear, barely holding back moans.

“Mmffh—baby, m’sorry. You feel so good—you’re taking it so well for me, i’m just- I just need a bit more. You can take it, can’t you?”

Her apology comes out with sincere guilt (although not enough to stop herself), despite how good she doesn’t realize she’s making you feel.

This time, as Baran gets close, you’re back to the edge again too. Her pounding into your sensitive pussy has brought you there so quickly. With one last, deep thrust, Baran lets out a moan and finally stills in you. At that same moment, your back arches and you grab tighter onto her, cumming for the second time in a row.

Both of you lay there for at least a minute, just catching your breath, breathing each other in. Baran snakes her arms around you slowly, pulling you tight against her, though not pulling the silicone cock from your cunt just yet. She can’t bring herself to pull away. Her curls brush against your chest where she lays against you (she just loves having her head between your tits), pressing soft, lazy kisses wherever she can reach, holding you like you’re something precious.

After you’re both finally up, Baran seemingly gets back into care mode, gently kissing your forehead as she pulls the blankets over you and slowly climbs out of bed.

“Okay, now, you need to rest. Let the morphine wear off.”

She mutters as she rubs a hand gently over your cheek, a small, affectionate smile on her face.

“See if you remember any of this in the morning, my love.”

Baran comes into work looking like shit. The tip of her nose is a little reddened from relentless rubbing with tissues… along with the general flush of her face. Her skin’s a little clammy, with less of that warm glow that she always emanates shining through. The first person to notice? Dana. Because Dana would notice if her girlfriend so much as sneezed in proximity to her. The alarm bells go off so fast.

Dana pauses the conversation she was having with Emma while she watches Baran walk past the nurse’s station a little too fast, eyes fixed very stubbornly on the floor. Dana’s eyes narrow, watching Baran like she’d just grown a second head. Baran never passes the nurse’s station without trying to catch Dana’s eyes—even just for a fleeting moment and a quick smile. She would never look away so blatantly unless something was up.

About an hour later, Dana spots Baran passing the station with that same fixed stare. Not this time. Dana quickly moves, making her way over to where Baran is passing with slightly furrowed brows and a concerned look. Her voice is low and muttered as Baran passes so that their coworkers don’t overhear.

“Al, baby, is everything—“

“I’m fine, love. Princess was looking for you, you should go find her.

Baran is gone as fast as she came. That makes Dana pause. Uh-uh. Not in her ED. Her girlfriend can’t come to work looking like the walking dead and get away with it that easily.

Baran buries herself in cases for as long as she can stand on her own two feet. Which isn’t very long. She ends up having to step out mid- procedure and let Javadi take over because she’s beginning to feel dizzy. The nausea mixed with the panic that this might be another seizure? Even Baran can’t hide this level of being out of it. She beelines for the staircase leading to the main hospital—a quiet refuge to hide while she catches her breath.

“Alright, enough.” Dana’s voice is the only noise in the staircase other than Baran’s heavy, panicked breathing. She turns quickly. Of course it’s Dana who found her here. No one knows her hiding spots like Dana does.

“I’m fine, Dana, please just—“ Baran is interrupted with a steady, firm tone from Dana.

“Don’t pull that bullshit with me. C’mon, you know I'm not falling for it.” Dana scoffs in slight frustration, slight concern, stepping closer to Baran. Her expression softens in a way it does for very, very few people. She reaches out, one hand gently holding Baran’s jaw, the other resting on her forehead, feeling her temperature. “Tell me what’s wrong, honey.” Dana mutters, even softer this time. More concerned than she has been in months. Baran’s forehead is, unsurprisingly, way too hot for her to be anywhere but in bed.

While Baran tries muttering some excuse about allergies, Dana drops her hand, giving her girlfriend a glare.

“Uh-uh. You’re going home.” Dana says without hesitation when Baran says she’s good to stay.

“What? I can’t leave work.” Baran argues back. Even she knows her voice sounds more scratchy, more weak than usual.

“Yes you can. C'mon, baby. We’re leaving. Get the keys.”

Dana escorts Baran out of the building like she’s sure the attending will slip away and get on some case when she looks away. Every time someone glances at them weird, Dana just gives them that signature look back, daring them to ask why her hand is resting on the small of Dr. Al-Hashimi’s back, guiding her to the door.

As soon as they’re out, Baran actually lets out a breath, looking at Dana with those big brown doe eyes.

“Thank you.” She says softly, finally not fighting against Dana pointing out the haltingly obvious fact that she’s not okay.

Dana rubs her back soothingly, leaning in to press a kiss on her forehead.

“Are you kidding? How could I let my girl stay at work with a fever hotter than a Pittsburgh summer?” Now, Dana’s tone is back to that almost uncharacteristically soft one. This loving, warmth that she exudes? She reserves it for only Baran, really. Especially when she knows that Baran is willing to run herself ragged if it means helping someone else. Not today. Not under Dana’s watch.

Dana drives them back, hand reaching over the console to hold Baran’s the entire time. Baran is… well, sort of barely staying awake. But still holding on tight like she just needs Dana close.

Once they arrive back at Baran’s place, everything is finally just quiet. As soon as the door clicks shut, Baran pulls Dana into a hug, face pressing into her blonde hair, breathing her in. A small, soft smile forms on Dana’s face as she pulls Baran in closer, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades, the other cradling the back of her head, fingers pressed into her dark curls. They just stand there for a long moment, in Baran’s entryway, holding each other tightly.

“Okay. Let’s get you showered and in bed.” Dana mutters as she finally manages to pull away. With a small smile, she leans in and kisses Baran quickly. Baran kisses back almost immediately, melting into her as she takes her hands.

“You shouldn’t do that. I’ll get you sick.” Baran argues when they break apart, although very weakly so.

Dana just scoffs, giving Baran the same look she gives patients who are so very obviously lying to her. Maybe just to spite Baran, she leans in and leaves a quick peck on her lips. “I’ll live.”

When they make it back to Baran’s bedroom, Dana’s already got her fingers under the hem of Baran’s top.

“Arms up, love.” She mutters, coaxing Baran’s arms into the air as she slowly guides her top off.

“I can take off my own clothes, Dana.” Baran mutters with a small, barely-there smile, her voice still scratchy and a little worn out. When her top drops onto the floor beside her, leaving her in just her bra and leggings, she doesn’t try to cover herself at all. She never feels like she has to with Dana.

“I know you can.” Dana says simply, already hooking her fingers into the waistband of the leggings. “But I'm here. And I want to do it for you.”

Dana slowly tugs her leggings down, pulling a soft laugh from Baran. She’s never been used to receiving affection like this. She’s always the one taking care, never the one taken care of. Dana helps her out of her leggings with a glance up at Baran as she presses a single kiss against her thigh. Baran really can’t help but smile, even if she feels like shit.

Dana taking off Baran’s bra and panties is, usually, the start of a night that will inevitably end in them both panting, falling asleep, tangled with each other. Now? It just feels so, so caring. Dana goes slow, mumbling instructions like she does with her patients as she guides the straps of Baran’s bra off, she’s flickering from her chest to her face. Her panties come next, in the same fashion—slow, intimate… but not sexual. Just comforting. Baran lets her do everything slowly, relaxing into the careful care of it all—for once accepting that she kind of needs this. Dana hums when Baran is bare in front of her, eyes fixed on Dana’s, sealing them in this quiet moment.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” Dana murmurs, hands gliding over Baran’s sides soothingly. “Even when you’re sick. And annoyingly stubborn.” Dana could never lose her sarcastic, dry edge. Not even when her voice is all low and soft while she stands here with her girlfriend in a perfect moment.

It takes a good while for them to pull away. Dana has to literally guide Baran to the bathroom, both of them laughing softly at Baran’s admitted clinginess while sick. Dana leaves one more kiss on her forehead as she brushes Baran’s curls, leaving her in the bathroom.

“Get cleaned up. I’ll make tea when you come out, kay?”

She says softly as Baran turns on the shower. She glances over her shoulder, smiling softly.

“Thank you, my love.”

Baran comes out of the shower with dripping wet hair, a towel held loosely around her chest, eyes feeling heavier with the relaxation of a warm shower. As she steps into her bedroom, she spots Dana, smoothing out Baran’s favorite silk pajamas, a warm cup of chamomile and honey set on the bedside dresser. Baran immediately lets out a soft breath, looking totally lovestruck. When Dana hears her, she turns around, ready to say something… before Baran hugs her again. Dana laughs softly as she looks down at the wet mess of curls pressed into her neck.

“Alright, alright, you’re gettin’ me all wet—just get in bed, baby”

Baran makes a small noise against Dana’s neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there.

“I’m going.” She murmurs, reluctantly letting go to change into her pajamas and slide into bed. Dana watches with an expression of both slight concern and affection.

Once Baran is in bed, settled, she basically sinks into the sheets, curling up as her eyes close, hair sprawling over the pillow. Dana, for a moment, considers just staying where she stands so as to not get sick. But how foul she stay away from her girlfriend, looking so adorable, so rarely vulnerable in bed like that?

She climbs in silently a minute later, arms wrapping around Baran from behind. She presses her face against Baran’s shoulder, taking a deep breath against her.

“Love you, baby.” She murmurs, earning a soft, unintelligible mumble from Baran… who is already drifting to sleep. Dana scoffs affectionately and kisses Baran’s shoulder. It’s only a few minutes before they’re both asleep, curled up with each other.