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Iz gets a note in her diary a week after moving into the 141 base. It updates automatically with the online calendar, and all it says is:
Bi-annual pap smear with Dr. Adler.
She wrinkles her nose. Not her favourite subject or activity, but it has to be done. Which is why two days later she finds herself pushing open the door to a small room that reveals a gurney and an obvious white medical office.
“Dr. Adler?” she calls.
The doctor’s at her desk, tapping away at her MacBook. She lifts her head just enough to acknowledge Izna. “Lieutenant Kaur,” she says. “If you’ll have a seat for just a moment, please.”
Oh, Dr. Adler is hot.
Iz does as she’s told, sitting obediently on the chair nearby, tucking her knees together like her body is already anticipating what comes next. Ok, well, at least the doctor is hot.
Adler finishes up her work, clicking out of her charting program before turning in her chair to face Izna properly. She gives the lieutenant an assessing glance, then offers the closest thing she can manage to a warm smile. “I’m sorry that your first appointment with me is for something like this,” she says. “Normally, I would schedule a physical first, but your health records from your GP came in and it appears you were overdue for a Pap smear. It was… what is the phrase? Two birds, one stone?”
“That’s ok, Dr,” Iz apologises. “I had one before Gibraltar and meant to have one when I was out there, but… you know, Price is Price.”
Adler can’t help the very real smile that comes over her. “I believe, without giving away too much patient information, he wants to get back at me for making him go through a scheduled procedure as well,” she replies, then waves her hand dismissively. “But you’re fine. It shouldn’t take very long.”
At that, she stands and walks over to the exam table, reaching underneath to extend the stirrups. Then she goes over to a dresser, pulling out a plastic-wrapped gown and handing it to Izna.
“If you want to go behind that curtain to change,” she says, gesturing to the partition behind the exam table. “I’ll get everything ready for you.”
Iz stands up awkwardly, heading for the curtain and stepping behind it. She strips off and changes into the thin paper gown, making sure her hair is up. Then she comes back out, and shuffles onto the table, placing her hands awkwardly on her stomach.
“Good,” Adler says, her accent turning it into something more like ‘gut’. She puts on a pair of nitrile exam gloves, then pulls up her chair to the exam table. “Before I start, I want to make sure you’re comfortable, Lieutenant. Military or no, there is nothing wrong with being nervous about a pelvic exam, or any kind. Is there anything you need?”
“Um, no,” she can’t think of anything, “I… should be ok.”
“Alright. And before I begin properly, I do have to ask if you’ve had sexual intercourse or have used any kind of tampons, medical creams, or any kind of intrauterine birth control within the past forty-eight hours.”
Iz should be a bit offended that the question is even being asked, but she knows it has to be. “Does it count if it wasn’t penetrative?”
Unphased, Adler shakes her head. “No. I would advise safe sex practices, but you’re an adult,” she says, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “And when was your last period?”
“About two weeks ago,” Iz replied. “I’ve got an IUD, they last a bit longer than seven days.”
“Perfect. That should do it,” Adler replies. She picks up the speculum from the tray. “You might feel some discomfort initially, but it shouldn’t be painful. If you do feel any pain or any kind of distress, tell me.”
Iz presses her lips together. “Will do.”
At that, Adler lifts up the bottom of the gown, paper crinkling as she pushes it up to Iz’s waist. Everything after is strictly technical–insertion, opening, and examination. Adler turns to pick the brush off the tray, and as she does, her opposite hand brushes Izna’s thigh. Iz can’t help the instinct.
Adler’s hands are cold, and she flinches.
“Sorry,” she mumbles.
The flinch catches Adler’s attention in full. “Oh,” she breathes. “I apologise, Lieutenant.”
The men of the 141 have had complaints about how cold her hands are as well, but for some reason, Izna’s reaction makes her much more conscious of it–more eager to remedy it.
As she takes the brush out of its packet, she offers Iz a smile. “If it’s any consolation, Lieutenant Riley had much more to say about that.”
That makes her laugh. “I bet he did. My fingers are a bit warmer usually.”
“Are they?” Adler asks, then sucks in a breath. Her brow furrows. “Well. That was inappropriate. I apologise again, Lieutenant.”
“You’re stuffing speculum up my vagina, Dr. Adler,” Iz points out. “I think ‘inappropriate’ is ok here.”
“That… That is fair,” Adler concedes. At that, she settles between Izna’s thighs, extending the brush to take the swab. “I should expect as much from anyone in the military. German soldiers are notoriously, ah, ribald , I think the word is. And small pinch here– There. Done.”
Izna flinches, her fingers curling into the paper-thin gown, tearing it. “Whoops,” she grunts.
“ Tut mir leid, ” Adler replies, more gently than she typically does. “Sorry. The worst is over, at least. Just a few more small swabs, and they shouldn’t hurt. Just tell me if they do.”
At that, she changes the angle slightly, swabbing to the right in small, quick strokes.
Izna squeaks because the brush does kind of tickle. Her knees twitch a little, the soft gasp not exactly sexual, but not uncomfortable either.
Adler glances up, brows raised. “Something the matter, Lieutenant?”
“Sorry.” Her voice comes out a tad breathless, which is ironic given how she’s trying to breathe deeply to alleviate the ache. “Nothing’s- nothing’s wrong.”
Still frowning, Adler places the swab in the collection tube, setting it on the metal tray. “I’m sorry, Kaur. You seem to have some discomfort. Just one moment,” she says. She was told for years how her bedside manner needed some work, so she attempts to remove the speculum as gently as possible.
Izna breathes out heavily as the speculum comes free, her thighs staying wide open for the doctor. She feels a little embarrassed about the fact that she’s a bit wet after all’s said and done, but surely Adler’s seen it before. “It’s not painful,” she assures her.
Adler sets the speculum aside, but her eyes drift back to the spot between Izna’s thighs. She is accustomed to it, all the reactions of the human body as it’s poked, prodded, and observed. But it’s hard to look away from the faint shine of wetness there, just as it’s hard to shake loose the sound of Iz’s breathing.
As a medical professional–as a military officer –she should be more cognizant of the decisions she makes. All her work in the KSK and in the field fit cleanly into clinical boxes. Yet she feels that tug , the urge to say something untoward.
Something that would probably get her fired if she said it to the wrong person.
Instead, she says, “That’s… That’s good, Lieutenant.” She clears her throat, feeling strangely flustered. “You, ah, may have some bleeding afterward. That’s quite normal. And I can prescribe you a low dose of pain medication if you feel you might need it.”
Iz hears the hitch in Adler's breath. "I embarrassing you, doctor?" she teases.
Again, the brain-to-mouth filter seems to malfunction. “I’m not the one with my legs open, Lieutenant,” she says.
Iz feels her cheeks grow hot even as she laughs. “Hey, pass me my phone?” she asks.
Adler removes her gloves and offers Iz a slightly-askew smile, then does as she asks, passing her phone up to her. She then tries to make herself look busy, labelling the collection tube like that’s something that absolutely needs to be done now , rather than later when she has downtime.
Iz opens up her messages to Simon. With Adler, she says. 👅🐱?
There’s a pause, and then a single thumbs-up is the only response.
“Hey, Dr. Adler,” she calls. “What happens if I keep my legs open long enough?”
That sounds like bait. However, that sounds like very good bait. Adler clears her throat again, setting the collection tube and pen down before sitting primly on the chair, still very much between Iz’s legs. “You might get cold, I think,” she says, hoping it comes out flat rather than overheated like she feels.
Izna’s phone dings again, and there’s just a single message from Simon. 📸? She grins. “Shame if I got cold,” she teases. “You’ve got a duty of care, after all.”
“I do,” Adler agrees. “Took an oath and all.”
Then she pauses. It feels like a hurdle, or like an open-ended agreement where all parties are expected to sign. She thinks, really thinks on how to proceed.
Then, “What do you want me to do?”
Iz bites her lip. “I trust your expert opinion,” she finds herself saying. It’s so fucking cheesy, but she doesn’t care.
“I… have options,” Adler replies, already feeling herself grin. “A few external options, and the potential for an oral exam.”
“Well,” Iz can feel herself already getting wetter, “I might as well be thorough.”
At the same time, Adler rubs her thighs together, feeling the distinct ache forming at the apex. She reaches up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, then leans forward so her elbows are braced on the exam table.
“In the interest of thoroughness, then, I should probably take a closer look, yes?”
Iz just nods with a smile. “Um, Lieutenant Riley wants to… make sure I’m being well looked looked after,” she adds. “He wants video evidence, if that’s ok.”
“I’ll make sure not to disappoint him,” Adler replies. She tries not to seem too tentative, reaching forward with her right hand and spreading Izna out. At this angle, it’s any wonder how she could resist in the first place. Then, remembering her hands are probably still cold, she whispers, “ Sorry .”
A soft whimper is the first sound Iz makes, and she bites down on her lower lip, smiling. “S’ok, doc,” she breathes. “They’ll warm up.”
Adler takes that as encouragement to continue, to slowly lower herself into place and lick a stripe up Iz’s slit. It’s quick, and more of a test than anything, but she wants to make sure this works for Izna. The immediate response is a hand in Adler’s hair and a low groan filling the room. She runs her fingers through the dark locks, trying not to pull.
Just that touch alone is enough to make Adler moan against her, tongue moving with more insistence. She draws a line up from Iz’s opening to her clit, then teasingly traces a circle around it. Iz cries out and with shaky fingers she turns on her camera, the red dot flashing to record as she trembles.
“Oh fuck,” she whispers.
Adler looks up at the camera, smiling before diving in further, laving her tongue up and down, tasting Izna in full. The only time she breaks that contact is to look up and ask, “Can I use my fingers?”
“You have my express permission,” Iz’s voice is strangled, “to use whatever the h-hell you want.”
“Perfect,” Adler breathes. She braces herself on her left arm, right hand going up to Izna’s cunt. The first few touches are slow, like practice before the main event. Then, carefully, she slides her index finger in to the first knuckle, flicking her tongue over Iz’s clit at the same time.
Thighs tensing, Iz tries her best not to move too much, not to jostle the camera so that the view is good, but fuck, she’s got two visions of Adler working her tongue against her clit and her fingers thrusting in and out with a very wet sound. She keeps her noises nice and loud and natural, letting both the camera and Adler know how much she’s enjoying herself.
“Mmmfuck, you’re very pretty,” Iz pants.
Adler smiles and hums against her as a thank you, lapping at Izna’s cunt with insistence. As she does, she adds her middle finger, thrusting in deeper. The sounds are heaven , and Adler already hopes Iz will send her the video for future revisitation.
For professional, medical use. Obviously.
Experimentally, she sucks on her clit, eyes flicking up once to judge how it feels. The sudden sensation of it forces a sharp cry of “oh god yes,” out of Izna, and the Lieutenant can’t help arching up, cupping her breast in her hand as warm tension begins to coil beneath Adler’s attentive tongue.
“Again?” Iz begs.
Another low hum, and Adler does just that. This time, she sucks a little more firmly and hooks her fingers just so at the same time, like she’s coaxing something out of Izna. Iz lets out a loud keen as her hips arch off the gurney and into Adler’s face, a shudder rocking her body. That tension is growing fast now, and Iz feels her toes start to curl in expectation of what comes next.
Still thrusting her fingers in and out, Adler leans back and grins up at both Izna and the camera, a wet shine on her lips that she hopes comes through in the pixels. “Do you want those external options now? Or do we want to perhaps test your refractory period? I’m very interested in observing both, Lieutenant.”
The loss of Adler’s mouth makes Iz protest without true words, and her voice comes out strangled. “Refractory period please, please make me cum!”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Adler says, then lowers her head back down and concentrates most of her effort on Iz’s clit. Her fingers move faster, thrusting and curling in a way she knows that she personally likes. She can feel Izna’s muscles contract and release, can hear her heavy breathing in a way that’s like music. All of it makes her want to bring Izna to the most powerful orgasm she can manage.
Iz lets go of her breast to grab Adler’s hair, doing her best not to crush the doctor’s face between her thighs as she cums hard with a loud cry. She shudders in her seat, loving the soft wet laps of Adler’s tongue on her clit as she’s worked tirelessly through her orgasm. It’s only when it gets to be too much that she pulls her hips away with a pant and ends the video.
“Jesus, doc,” she pants. “Your husband is a lucky man.”
Adler unabashedly wipes her face on the sleeve of her lab coat, smiling all the while. “I’m lucky to have him . It helps to remember what I like him doing to me, so I can do it to you. Now–” She turns her attention to one of the numerous drawers around the exam room. “Not my most orthodox treatment, but I for one am partial to experimental methods,” she says, pulling out what is most definitely a Magic Wand.
Oh.
Simon Riley treats vibrators as an endurance test, and Izna is more used to having one strapped to her as he tests how long she can last before she taps out. She doesn't think Adler will be that cruel.
"Yes, thank you," she whispers.
Not that Adler had any reason to charge the batteries on it, but she’s thankful that it is charged. She presses the power button, filling the small room with a low, electric drone. “Would you feel safer if I put gloves on for this treatment? I understand there may be some risks,” she jokes, brushing the head of the wand over Izna’s left thigh.
There's something very clinical about the concept of gloves. "Please."
Adler nods and sets the vibrator on the exam table between Iz’s legs, still vibrating like a promise of what’s to come. She puts on a fresh pair of gloves, making sure to make a show out of checking the tightness on her wrists. She picks the wand back up, then slowly moves it up and down Izna’s slit, not quite pressing it against her in full.
“Just want to make sure we approach this very clinically,” she says in her best doctor voice, all business and concern. “I wouldn’t want to bring up your blood pressure too much, for instance.”
Iz gasps the second the vibration rumbles across her skin. "Thank you for your concern."
“Of course,” Adler replies, pressing the wand a little closer, until she can hear the telltale wet sound she was waiting for. “Only the best for my patients.”
She starts moving the wand up and down in increments, changing the pressure–close, then backing up, close again–all the while watching Izna’s reactions and working the toy accordingly. Adler’s nothing if not observant.
Iz finds her hips chasing the sensation, her moans filling the room. "I- I think it's working."
“I’ll make sure to add a note in for future treatment plans,” Adler says, amused. She lowers the wand to press briefly over Iz’s opening, then drags it up with painful slowness to her clit. “Now my question is, do you feel that a combination of this–” She punctuates by pressing the head of the wand to her clit and letting it rest there for a moment. “And my fingers might be effective?”
"Yes please," she pants.
“Excellent. I feel we’re making progress.” Christ, it’s so easy to fall into this role. All Adler can think is that she hopes it isn’t a one-off thing. None of the other members of the 141 have been this fun.
Tilting the wand up to give herself room, Adler teases Iz’s opening with the tips of her fingers, catching some of her slick on the latex. With the same alacrity from earlier, she presses them in to the knuckle, unable to hold back her own sigh of pleasure at the sight.
The sensation of the latex inside her is odd, but it turns her on, and she moans at the return of the pressure inside her. "Fuck me, doctor," she breathes. She can feel pleasure tense in her stomach again. "More?"
“ Gerne, ” Adler replies. Gladly.
She sets a slow but deep pace, fucking Izna on her fingers like she means it. Honestly, she wishes Riley were here to see it, to watch her come apart on an exam table of all places. It would do wonders for Adler’s ego.
Naturally, she has to say something about it. “Does he do it like this for you?” she asks, voice lower now, huskier .
"Sort- sort of," she gasps. "Usually he- fuck me, he likes to, um, make it intense."
“Do you want it to be more intense?”
"No, I like it how you do it," Iz breathes.
Adler allows herself to preen just a little. “Very good to know,” she remarks, then quickens her pace with her fingers, enjoying the soft, wet sounds as a result. “Ah, you certainly have no problem with lubrication. I suppose I could make note of that as well.”
"Mmm." Izna's eyes flutter shut. "Mmmfuck!" Her voice gets louder. Fuck, she's- "I'm- there-!"
“ Good girl,” Adler praises, her voice a low purr. She uses her thumb to turn up the intensity on the wand, dragging it up and down Izna’s cunt as she fucks her on her hand. “ Very good.”
Iz cums around her fingers with a sharp scream. The rumble of the vibrations on her sensitive clit gets to be too much almost immediately, but she bites her lip and writhes through it.
“That’s it. Give it to me,” Adler says, leaning back to watch Izna come on her fingers. The sight alone is enough to make Adler close to her own brink, which is definitely a first for her. Coming with no hands needed. “Ohh, you should see how gorgeous you are from my perspective. Perfekt. ”
Iz feels sweat building on her skin. "Ok, ok enough, I want… I want to eat you out."
Adler finally relents and turns off the vibrator, then pulls off her gloves. “I won’t say no to that, Lieutenant,” she says. “A bit inverse of the usual doctor-patient examination, but like I said, I’m fond of the experimental. Where do you want me?”
Iz wants to kneel and eat her out, but she doesn't quite trust her legs. "Is there space to kneel on me? I just think if I try to kneel on the floor and do it that way, I might have trouble."
Adler briefly considers the exam table, and all the pros and cons of using it for this purpose. In the end, the potential benefits far outweigh the risk. “There is,” she confirms. Then, she hooks her thumbs into the elastic waistband on her scrubs and shimmies out of them, then follows up with her panties. She’d fight with her boots otherwise, but Izna just looks too damn good to waste any more time on undressing.
With a good deal of manoeuvring, she gets up on the table, carefully straddling Izna’s chest and smiling all the while. “You are very lucky my husband is a large man. We’ve had to make do in small spaces before,” she remarks, trying not to make it too obvious how excited she is.
"God, Simon loves fucking in closets and cupboards," Iz groans, and grabs Adler's hips, dragging her down onto her face. She kisses up and down Adler's folds, squeezing her thighs together. She's soaked, and Adler is too.
The touch, regardless of the fact Adler watches it, still somehow takes her by surprise. She gasps, bracing herself on the headrest of the table. “Oh, Gott, ” she breathes out. It’s been too long since she was touched like this, too many months since her husband was underneath her in this position.
Iz curls her tongue over Adler's clit, drawing tight circles around it. She hasn't had sex with another woman in a long time, but she remembers what she knows and she lets Adler's taste spread across her tongue.
Adler doesn’t bother to fight back her moans. The exam room door is sturdy, and even if someone was standing out in the hallway and eavesdropping, it would be a point of pride for her. Her free hand goes to comb through Izna’s hair, and her half-lidded eyes watch the sight between her thighs, freely committing it to memory for later.
Iz sucks at Adler's clit, shaking her head back and forth a little to pull at it and add more pressure to what she's already doing. Then she licks again, starts to alternate between the two to build her up.
“L-Lieutenant…” Adler groans, squeezing her eyes shut as Izna works her into a near-frenzy. “It’s… ah, so good. ”
Iz manages to get two fingers into her despite the awkward angle, and works them in and out of Adler. She moans loudly, letting the vibrations rumble against the doctor's clit. Iz wants more of Adler's voice, because holy fuck her doctor is hot.
The vibrations do some damn good work, enough that Adler makes a high-pitched, choked-off moan. She can’t help how her hips move on their own accord, or how her thighs tremble as her mounting pleasure builds sweet, hot tension inside of her. “Just… Hah, yes, just like that, Lieutenant,” she murmurs.
Iz gives her another finger, glancing up to meet Adler's eyes and wink at her. She opens her mouth for a second to show Adler her tongue working her over, and then she returns to that alternating pattern with a hum.
The sight alone practically does her in, but it’s the dual feelings of Izna’s fingers and tongue that do the lion’s share. Adler hears sounds come from her mouth that she didn’t know she could make , not even with her own husband. She mewls , legs almost giving out, breath hitching as the tension builds and coils tighter and tighter.
“I… I’m going to– Ah, fuck, ” Adler rambles, gripping the headrest as the only thing keeping her upright. “Lieutenant, please .”
Iz crooks her fingers, moving them faster. All she wants right now is to watch Adler cum on her fingers. To hear her. Maybe Simon will let her do this as a repeat.
Adler’s orgasm strikes like a bolt–hot, electric, too much. She shudders and keens, bending a little at the waist as her hand grips Izna’s hair, trying to stay mindful through the blinding impact of it all that she doesn’t want to hurt her. Her rambling switches language tracks, flowing into rapid, chanting German. It’s ‘ thank you ’s and ‘ holy shit ’s, one after another.
Wow, she sounds amazing. Iz keeps it up, feeling the sharp taste of Adler's cum on her tongue. Her hand runs up and down Adler's thigh, fingertips running along the bare skin.
The come-down from her high is slow and shaky, but she manages, leaning her forehead against the backrest and looking at Izna in thinly-veiled wonder. All she can do is lift her hips a little to give Izna more breathing room as she manages a shuddering, “That was… I don’t even have a word for it. I think I lost all my good English back there.”
"Take that as a good review then," Iz says with a grin.
Adler carefully dismounts with all the finesse of a newborn fawn, only just finding her legs once her feet touch tile. She leans back on the exam table, back pressed flush with Izna’s outer thigh, and sighs happily. “Very good review. I’ll make sure to document that as well.”
Iz grabs her phone and sends the video to Simon. "Well, maybe not the part where I gave you head."
A minute later, the responding 🍿 comes back from her boyfriend.
“No, no, I think that needs to be written down for transparency,” Adler jokes, finally getting up to fumble with her scrubs on the floor. She briefly looks up at the sound of Izna’s phone. “Is that Lieutenant Riley?”
“Yeah, I think he liked the show,” Iz replies.
Once she’s back in her scrubs and looking more presentable, albeit still flushed, Adler sits back down on her chair. “Not to sound like a teenager about it, but can I give you my number? You don’t have to send the video if you don’t want to, but I think my husband might like it.”
Iz has met König once in her life, and she remembers thinking fuck me, he makes Simon look like a dwarf. But he was charming, and she nods, opening up her contacts. “Sure, just give me a minute.”
Adler does so, and at the same time, texts König, Ich habe eine Überraschung für dich . I have a surprise for you.
The only response is a single ‘ ? ’.
Izna enters the number Adler gives her, and then immediately sends over the video before jumping to her messages with Simon. König is seeing it too.
The response is swift. Jesus christ, and the rest of 141?
Izna snorts. I banged his wife, I think it’s ok.
A pause. Fair.
Adler immediately sends the video. There’s a long pause, between the download and him either watching it or trying to find a place out of the way from prying eyes.
“I forgot he’s working,” Adler says, amused. She can only imagine some poor KorTac operator accidentally seeing his screen. Almost on cue, her phone buzzes.
Heilige Scheiße
“Oh. Good. He liked it.”
“I hope so,” Iz grumbles. “I put my soul into those sounds.”
“And I fully appreciate it, Lieutenant,” Adler replies, stretching her legs as she watches the text bubble pop back up, disappear, then reappear. He’s clearly having some thoughts, so she gives him time to work through them and drops her phone back in her coat pocket. Then, she tilts her head to look at Izna, still mussed, and frankly gorgeous . “You can get dressed if you want,” she says, but deliberately leaves it open-ended by raising her brows.
“Clean bill of health, then?” Iz teases, not moving. “Or do you need to run more tests?”
“I’d say you’re as healthy as they come, but if you want a more thorough panel done, I’m open to it,” Adler replies, lifting one hand to brush gently over Iz’s bare hip.
Her mind moves a thousand miles an hour and she knows what she wants to default to. “Well,” it stumbles out of her, “it’s not exactly medical, sort of, but I need… hmm. How to phrase this. Maybe… examine my muscle structure? Run some tests on how functional they are under stress.” She bites her lip. “You might have to tie me down.”
“Oh, I can see how that would be a concern in your line of work, Lieutenant Kaur,” Adler says, again adopting the serious tone. Her phone buzzes twice in her pocket, but she ignores it. Honestly, she has a better idea of how to respond to her husband. “If you’d like, we can move this over to a gurney for your comfort. I’ll need to get a few things before we proceed, anyway.”
Soft restraints. She hasn’t had to use them yet (thankfully), but the idea of using them on Izna thrills her.
Izna grins. “I’m in your hands, doctor.”