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With a small smile, Garcia asks, “What time is it?”
Remnants of sleep still cling to the edges of her words, and as Santos revels in the way her husky voice thrums against her, she almost wishes that she could bear witness to this version of Garcia every morning.
It’s a wish that hovers shiftily in the corners of her conscious awareness, one that evaporates whenever she tries to look at it directly. But she allows its peripheral presence to persist, offers it a silent truce; and so that desire floats its way into her body and becomes manifest in the slightest of her movements instead.
“Early,” she murmurs, before returning to Garcia’s neck with her teeth so as to bite back any words that she wouldn’t be able to take back.
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garsantos morning sex -> shower sex. they’re still casual tho!!! obviously!!!! so stop asking them
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Trinity just wants to take a break in the quietest part of the hospital. But it seems like others have already snagged her coveted spot.
“You're insufferable.”
“Your behavior speaks volumes Dr. Garcia. It's honestly quite funny.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Baran?”
“Trinity responds to praise the same way whether it's coming from you or me. And that is driving you up a wall.”
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Trinity wants many things, quite desperately. She wants to do another fasciotomy, on her own this time, and also more chest tubes, and maybe a thoracotomy if she’s lucky. She wants to be good at her job, wants to prove that she belongs, wants to belong. She wants Robby’s approval, wants to never see Langdon again, and above all else she wants Garcia to respect her. She wants Garcia to want her as much as she wants Garcia.
I am reduced, she thinks, to a thing that wants Garcia.