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you had walked into a sea of chaos during the peak shift change period. you hardly even get to blink before you're thrust into an incoming trauma. as if you weren't tired enough from being up studying last night, you were being ordered around the emergency department like you were the only one working. normally, you'd have been able to handle it, but you had a quite a few exams coming up. you were feeling stretched thin and it was only tuesday.

a couple hours in, you felt like you were finally able to exist. you find a nearby computer and try to get a head start on your charting for the day. you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, it was perlah.

"robby's asking for you, said something about wanting you to get practice with sutures."

you nod and follow her to the room.

"if i didn't know any better, i'd take that as an insult. there's nothing wrong with my sutures."

she smiles at you, giving you a pat on the back before standing at robby's side to monitor vitals.

"your sutures are fine, that's why i asked for you."

robby nodded, watching you as you took the reigns with quiet confidence. he admired the way you didn't second guess yourself constantly, it was just something you couldn't afford in a career like this. thirty seconds of second guessing are thirty seconds that a patient could lose while fighting for their life. someone else entered the room, but you couldn't tell who since your eyes were trained on the work in front of you.

"dr. robby, uh- we had to transfer the patient from south 15 upstairs for a psych consult. started displaying signs of hallucinations, but non-combative."

you recognized that calm, slightly insecure tone of voice. you glance up for a moment, just to share a split second of eye contact with dennis whitaker. you offer him a small smile, which he returns with a sheepish one of his own. you go back to work, feeling his eyes on you for a brief moment until robby started talking.

"okay- yeah, just keep me posted in case he comes back to us."

robby lets out a quiet sigh, glancing down at you, then back up at whitaker.

"you can handle the rest on your own, yeah?"

he directs the question at you, causing you to look up. you nod silently and go back to the sutures. you hear robby walk out, perlah close behind, so you had just assumed dennis had left with them.

"nice sutures, they're um- really neat and even."

you startle, immediately letting go of the needle holder before you accidentally yank it in the wrong direction. the loud clatter startles both of you, but not the patient... because, well... they weren't exactly conscious at the moment.

"sorry, i-"

"that's okay, i just assumed everyone else had left."

you chuckle softly, glancing up at him. however, you let your gaze linger for a little bit. you'd be lying if you said you hadn't taken a liking to dennis from the moment that you met him. he was fascinating to watch when he worked. his veiny hands calloused from years of working on a farm, still dexterous when it came to any medical procedure. your mind starts to wander further, wondering just what kind of sleeper build this man must be hiding.

you think about how it would feel to be embraced by him, strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind while he rests his chin on your shoulder. you wonder how skilled those hands would be in other places, namely the area found beneath your panti-

"i'll leave you to it. just um- wanted to give credit where it's due."

you nod slowly, feeling your cheeks heat from embarrassment. he definitely saw the way your jaw just about hit the floor, or how you were probably staring at him for at least 10 seconds straight.

"thank you..."

you offer shyly, to which he just nods and excuses himself from the room.

"smooth like butter..."

you mutter to yourself sarcastically, picking the needle back up and tying off the sutures.

"hey, i love that song."

you practically jumped out of your skin as your patient spoke. since when were they awake? you notice the way they wince, finally realizing what you'd been doing while they were asleep.

"don't worry, just needs a few days to heal. i'll send robby in to get one last look before we discharge you."

you spoke reassuringly, cleaning up your tray and exiting the room. you press your hand into the hand sanitizer dispenser, rubbing the cool liquid into your skin. you manage to snag another computer and continue to work on charting. you spot dennis close by, talking to trinity about something. you take this moment to admire him again, his lean build and soft light brown curls rested atop his head. he definitely had a certain charm about him that, apparently, no one else was willing to acknowledge.

"you're drooling all over the keyboard."

joy kwon, your roommate and coworker, smirks as she leans against the desk you were sitting at.

"gosh, am i cool enough to talk to at work now, too?"

you return the smirk right back to her, causing her to chuckle.

"don't let it get to your head."

she spared you one last glance over her shoulder before walking off to another room. you go back to charting, enjoying your peace that wouldn't last much longer. you knew better than to take it for granted in a place like this. as suspected, you were whisked away to another patient a couple minutes later. the day went on like this, though it was nothing out of the norm. it wasn't until one particularly unruly patient, that had left you particularly unsettled.

EMS had warned that the patient was combative, thrashing around wildly to the point of needing all their limbs restrained. you found yourself being assigned to patients like this pretty often, some lame excuse about having a calming presence or whatever. sounded like they just wanted some poor medical student to pawn the patient off onto. before long, you're tasked with the opportunity of delivering the sedative. you take a deep breath before going in with the needle, managing to stick them just before they started to flail again.

the next moment goes by in a flash, all you remember is dennis coming into the room, hearing the patient scream, and then seeing dennis covered in an undeniably golden-colored liquid. you watch the color drain from his face, cheeks heating in both frustration and embarrassment. once the patient finally calms down, you quickly follow dennis out of the room. you see him step into an empty room, so you decide to grab a washcloth and some soap from the supply room. you approach the closed curtain, announcing yourself.

"dr. whitaker? it's me... i um- brought you stuff to clean up with."

he doesn't recognize your voice at first, so he opens the curtain just a sliver. he relaxes when he sees you on the other side. you hold out the washcloth and soap to him.

"basin should be on the bottom shelf..."

you try to speak as calmly as possible, noticing the barest hint of his bare chest that manages to slip through the curtain. he reaches out and takes them from you.

"i can take your old scrubs and get you new ones."

you offer, keeping your eyes on his to preserve some of his dignity. he blinks a couple times, head still being the only part of him peeking out. he then nods gratefully, stepping back into the room and handing you the soiled scrubs. you wince at the soggy look and terrible smell emitting from the clothing, but take it back without a second thought. you walk over to the machine, dispensing the old scrubs for a new pair. you'd forgotten to ask him what size he wanted, so you settled for a medium.

you grab the fresh scrubs and head back toward him. you announce yourself again and hold the new scrubs through the curtain. he takes them, muttering a soft thank you as you hear rustling behind the curtain.

"can you um- come in here for a second?"

you hear his voice call out. you nod, even though he can't see you, and step inside. you immediately slide the curtain shut behind you. but, much to your perverted dismay, he was already in the new scrubs and covered. however, you realize that maybe the medium was a little small. you noticed the way the fabric sat a little tight around his biceps, willing yourself to look away before you could dwell on it anymore. he pretends not to notice your averted gaze and your flustered expression.

"did i miss anything? i'm not sure where it did or didn't land."

you look up at him, slightly confused before getting the hint. you glance around, examining his body for any missed stains or spots. what you don't realize yet is the way his gaze was stuck on you. seeing the way your eyes roam over him, even if it was meant to be professional, had him feeling aware of every inch of himself. you were much more attractive than he'd ever noticed before. granted, he really did try to keep his eyes to himself because he was afraid people would find him strange otherwise.

when you look back up at him, he feels his heart rate skyrocket. what the hell was happening to him right now? he recognized that you were having a similar reaction, the flushed color never leaving your face.

"all good... didn't see anything else."

your voice was softer this time, which made everything worse for him. he found himself wanting to hear it again, particularly by saying his name or telling him about your day. he shook his head slightly, grabbing the supplies and discarding them properly. he turns back to you, that sheepish little grin on his face.

"better get back to it, right?"

"would you be willing to get drinks with me sometime?"

you blurt out, feeling suddenly brave in that moment. his eyes widen ever so slightly, but he recovers easily.

"um- sure. i was actually supposed to go with trinity and mel tonight. maybe you could join us?"

you think for a moment before nodding slowly.

"i'd really like that. thank you, dr. whitaker."

you smile softly, rubbing the back of one of your arms.

"dennis is fine... or huckleberry if you feel so inclined."

he admits reluctantly, causing you to chuckle. you stick with dennis, not wanting to tarnish his special nickname. you two walk out together, earning yourselves a couple curious glances, which makes you both flustered all over again. definitely could have planned that better. you two go about your days, the hours going by surprisingly fast due to the high volume of patients coming and in and out of the department. it wasn't until almost 10 p.m. that you had managed to get out into the fresh air.

you meet up with dennis, trinity, and mel. the four of you walk together to the local bar, all ready to leave the stressful shift behind you. you guys find a table, ordering drinks and then carrying on conversations that consisted mainly of gossip about the department. you learned more juicy details about trinity's relationship (if you could even call it that). you also learned something that you wish you hadn't about dennis, which was the fact that he'd been staying with a woman lately. amy, the young widow who was raising a child on her own while simultaneously trying to run a farm.

you feel your heart sink when you see the way his face lights up while talking about her. if only he could look like that when he talked about you. you force yourself to move on from the thought, tuning back into the conversation. trinity is cracking jokes left and right, causing you to laugh like you never had before. in the end, you were grateful for the escape and spending quality time with new friends. a couple hours later, you all head out and prepare to part ways. you wave goodbye to everyone, turning to walk in the opposite direction of them. before you can get far, you hear dennis calling out to you.

"hey, um- that was fun. you should... join us again."

"yeah, i'd like that a lot."

you nod slowly, with a small smile. you force yourself to look away from him, already deciding that you'd had enough of your lovesick thoughts about a man who clearly wasn't interested. he's confused by your sudden change in expression, but decides not to question it.

"i can walk you home."

he offers, but you shake your head, politely declining. the thought of having to spend another second with him was more trouble than it was worth. he nods in understanding, bidding you goodbye before catching up with trinity. your walk home is lonely, but calm, thankfully. you felt like you shouldn't have been so affected by the fact that dennis basically had a girlfriend, even though he'd deny it to no end. a girlfriend with a fucking kid, no less. you run a hand over your face, the exhaustion seeping into your bones.

you get home and go through your nighttime routine. showering, doing your skincare, everything minimal that you'd normally do. you were asleep no sooner than your head hit the soft pillows on your bed. the rest of your week went by without any new incidents worth noting. the same could be said for at least the next month or two. you started to notice a shift in energy between yourself and dennis. you'd caught him staring at you more times than you could count, always there to compliment you on your work. he thought he was subtle about it, but that couldn't have been further from the truth.

you didn't hear much talk about amy and the farm anymore, wondering if that was on purpose or not. you learned, namely from joy who loved to eavesdrop, that dennis had actually stopped visiting amy. nobody knew the reason why, but you couldn't ignore the way your heart fluttered at the thought that maybe it was because of you. it wasn't a stretch to say that the two of you had grown closer. everyone but you seemed to notice the way he started following you around like a lost puppy, despite him technically being your superior as a resident.

he started offering you rides or walks home more often, even bringing you your favorite energy drink when he'd learned that you'd had a rough night before a shift. to you, someone who was more dense than a fruitcake, they were all meant to be friendly. to him, it was quickly becoming a desparate way to prove his feelings for you. joy would tease you endlessly at home for pining over him so hard yet not even realizing he felt the same. it wasn't until one fateful night, dennis was walking you home, but gently grabbed your wrist before you could walk inside.

"i want to take you out. like- like to dinner."

you look at him, eyes widening. you thought maybe you'd misheard him.

"you want to what?"

"take you out... to dinner. or- something like that."

you slowly begin to nod your head, feeling overwhelmed with excitement. he smiles when he sees the smile that slowly crept over your face, so he takes this moment to interlace your fingers with his. you feel your skin tingle and heat up at the contact, unsure of what to do next. he gently pulls you closer, and when you let it happen, he takes a deep breath before leaning in to press his lips against yours. you hum against his lips, returning the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck. unbeknownst to you, joy was standing at the window, fighting back a gag at the cheesy situation.

it wasn't until you were inside, that she informed you how she'd seen it all. you feel like dying from embarrassment, because joy really had to lay it on thick.

"jesus- i thought i was gonna watch you melt into a puddle right there."

she's chuckling while you hide your face in your hands, tossing your bag on the floor by the shoe rack. you roll your eyes at her, going back to the bathroom to unwind from the day. despite not appreciating all the teasing sometimes, you loved joy to bits. you spent every night you could together watching some stupid reality show that had you both getting rage baited and hollering at the TV. when you go to bed that night, you think about what it would be like to fall asleep in dennis's arms. the thought warms your heart, and you drift off.

a couple days later, the dinner date was happening. he'd picked you up from your apartment, taking you to an italian restaurant. it wasn't anything crazy fancy, per your request. but you still took the time to get dolled up, excited at the thought of being able to get ready for an outing for the first time in a while. he was wearing a nice pair of slacks and a light colored sweater. hot and had a sense of fashion, you were so done for. as expected, the date went swimmingly. you two shared laughter over more gossiping about the department, naturally.

but something about dennis that really had you feeling warm and fuzzy was the way he wanted to learn everything there was to know about you. he'd answer any of your questions, but he was more interested in learning about you. you hadn't felt so wanted in a long time, and it was starting to get to you. you knew it was moving too fast, but you found yourself wanting to spend as much as time as possible with him. so when he drops you off at your apartment that night, you invite him inside, being honest about not wanting the night to end.

he agrees without hesitation, especially after you tell him that joy would be out for the night. he wasn't planning anything nefarious, but he knew joy and how she'd linger, teasing both of you every chance she got and snickering to herself. you two are cuddled up on the couch, watching a comedy movie. his arm was wrapped snugly around your shoulder, while your head rested against his. every soft laugh from his lips was a soothing balm to your soul. at some point, your eyes were solely focused on him instead of the movie. you admired the sharp lines of his side profile, nose, jawline, all of it. he was too handsome to properly put in words.

he feels your gaze on him, mustering up the courage to finally turn his head and look at you. as soon as your eyes meet, you both are starting to breathe heavily. he swallows, eyes flitting back and forth between your eyes and your lips. finally, you close the distance between the two of you and kiss him like you'd been waiting your entire life for it. your hands cup his face, while his free hand rests on the outside of your thigh. you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, sighing with relief as he opens his mouth and lets your tongue invade it.

your tongues are tangling with one another, when he finally pulls you onto his lap. his hands are rubbing over your hips while you explore his mouth with your tongue. he wasn't used to this, feeling a tent already forming in his pants. you feel it, too, pulling back to smirk down at him. you watch his eyes flutter as you roll your hips against him, his grip on your hips tightening. a soft sigh of disappointment comes from him as you stand up. but the want in his expression doubles when you extend your hand down to him. he takes it, allowing you to lead him back to your bedroom. no sooner than you shut the door is he shoving you up against it (gently, of course).

he takes his turn at devouring your mouth, his hands roaming all over your soft body. you feel his hand slide down your tummy, then beneath your waistband and ghosting over your clothed center. you moan into his mouth, back arching off the door and against him. desperately needing to hear more of you, he then slips his hand into your panties and starts to rub at your clit with his long fingers. your grind yourself against his hand, the friction enough to make your knees weak.

"oh god, denny..."

you whine softly, your hands tangling in his soft curls. he feels his cock standing at full attention at the nickname falling from your lips.

"you're beautiful..."

he pants out before slipping two of his fingers inside of you. you feel your legs almost give out, but he's got a good hold on you. he tugs your panties down enough with his free hand to give him a better angle. his fingers piston in and out of you, curling just right into that spot that made you squirm. you were so right about how good he'd be with his hands. he moves his hand to where the flat of his palm rubs against your clit while his fingers are inside, and it's enough to have your eyes rolling back into your head. he can't get enough of you like this, you looked so fucking pretty letting go for him like this.

when he feels you clenching around him, he keeps his efforts steady. he coaxes you through your orgasm, letting your head rest against his chest while the rest of your body trembles slightly. he guides you toward the bed, trying to lie you down, but you stop him. he was standing right above you, making you practically eye level with his bulge. you glance up at him, your fingers gliding against his belt buckle. he shivers at the minimal touch, but nods. you undo his belt, tossing it to the floor. next, came his zipper and his boxers. you lowered them just enough for his leaking cock to spring out.

you weren't sure what to expect, but it was no secret that he was above average in many ways. you take his cock into your hands, grip firm as you stroke him eagerly. you swipe your thumb over the tip, collecting some of the pre leaking from it. he groans, hands resting on your shoulders while you pump his cock. he wasn't going to last long, but you didn't care. you stroked him like your life depended on it. right before he came, you took the tip into your mouth. you feel him twitch in your mouth as the warm liquid spills over your tongue and down your throat. all he can do is let out strangled moans and watch with a lustful gaze as you swallow every last drop.

"you taste really good..."

you giggle up at him, rubbing your hands over his bare hips. he can't help but chuckle in return. but he's rendered speechless again when you strip yourself bare and lay back on your bed. if he thought you were beautiful before, nothing could compare to the view you were giving him right now. he does the same, removing his own clothes before carefully climbing on top of you. he leans down and kisses you roughly, feeling your legs part for him to slot between them. he pulls back to watch as he drags his tip through your swollen folds, collecting your slick as he rubs it over your clit. the sight was so lewd to him, but he couldn't help it. he can hear you gasping beneath him, seeing the way your thighs twitch at every rub over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"are you... ready for me?"

he asks a bit nervously, to which you nod quickly. he obliges and gently pushes himself inside of you. the feeling of you around him has his entire body feeling weak. you wrap your arms around him as he holds your thighs while beginning to thrust into you.

"you feel incredible."

he groans, watching the way your face contorted with pleasure. he could tell you were feeling good, but something wasn't right. he pulls out, looking down at you as he brainstormed.

"what's wrong, denny?"

"nothing... i just have an idea."

he spoke resassuringly, sitting back on the bed, criss crossing his legs. you sit up, looking at him curiously. he reaches for your hands, guiding you over to him.

"sit and wrap your legs around me."

holy shit... you nod and do as he says, heart racing at the super intimate position. he sheathes himself inside of you again, and you moan loudly. you cling to him, your foreheads press together as he moves your hips against him. every rock of your hips against him has his lower stomach brushing against your clit. the movement was sensual, providing just enough stimulation to keep you clenching just right around him. he kisses you softly, wrapping his arms around you, hands splayed across your back. when you start to take over and speed up the movement of your hips, dennis knew he was a goner.

your moans intensify as the sound of skin slapping against skin starts to echo through the room. he can feel you getting closer, and he's right there with you.

"fuck, denny... i'm gonna cum."

you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders.

"i've got you, let go for me. i'm close too, baby."

his soft voice and the delicious angle of his cock inside you were your undoing. you came around him, head falling back as your body practically vibrates from your orgasm. he spills inside of you, holding you impossibly close as you both ride out your highs. he kisses you again, not letting you catch your breath just yet. you cup his face in your hands, returning the kiss with shared desperation.

he lays back against the bed, pulling you with him so your head was resting against his chest. he presses a soft kiss to your hairline as his hand runs up and down your back.

"damn..."

he spoke quietly, unable to find the right words to describe how good he felt just now. you chuckle in response, kissing his cheek.

"that's one word for it."

you smile, his hand slides down to give your ass a soft pat.

"let's get you cleaned up... i really want to finish that movie."

"wow, denny. you're saying the movie is more entertaining than sex with me?"

"WHAT- no no that's not what i'm saying! i just thought it would be a nice way to end the night. "

he sputters as you sit up and his hands don't leave you. you smirk over at him, leaning in to give him another kiss.

"just teasing you."

his shoulders slump when you kiss him, letting out a relieved sigh.

"you're kinda mean, you know?"

"must be why you can't get enough of me."

you tease, leading him into the bathroom so the two of you could shower together. for the record, he did not leave that shower untouched. and he would rest easy tonight knowing that, from now on, you'd jump his bones at any given opportunity.

a/n: LOTUS POSITION WITH DENNY RUFF RUFF RUFF. ALSO, realized that i haven't been adding corny memes to the end of my fics so i need to get back on that shit IMMEDIATELY. as always, THANK YOU FOR READING, LOTS OF LOVE, AND STAY SEXAAAYYY!!!!!!! <3333

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