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It's just after the 7 pm shift change and Frank Langdon is pissed off. That arrogant bitch Garcia came down to my turf and stole my right sided thoracotomy. If he's honest with himself, which he rarely is since his wife divorced him 3 months ago, he's always teetering on the edge of explosive anger these days. He's sort of mad at the world. But tonight his rage has a target.
He heads directly upstairs to the surgery resident workroom to give her a piece of his mind before he goes home to his empty house. He's in luck; she's just walked in radiant in a triumphant save from the OR.
“Langdon,” she greets him cool and collected.
“Garcia,” he nearly growls before launching into his tirade about her gross appropriation of an ER teaching case.
She arches one perfect eyebrow. “Let's have this senior leadership discussion away from the interns,” she interrupts with a pointed look that if he were paying more attention he would have been proud of because it's going to work as good as super glue for keeping them where she's left them. Then she leads him back to her call room at the back of the block of call rooms.
He spins to face her as soon as he's through the door. “Your arrogance is eroding the training opportunities for my residents,” he growls.
He's always been pretty, but he's hot when he's this passionate. I wonder if there are other things he is passionate about?, she thinks. So like any good scientist she decides to test the theory. She steps towards him, which makes him smirk incredulously.
What does she think she's going to do? Intimidate me? Hurt me? It's almost laughable given their size difference.
But then she takes him by surprise. She grabs hold of the front of his scrubs with both hands and forcefully drags him into a kiss that's biting in intensity.
And it's been so long, and he needs this so bad. But he's still fighting her. He kisses back harder, bruising her lips and forcing her to allow entrance for his tongue.
She loves it.
He can feel her smirking. He pushes her against the wall. His scrub top is ripped out of his pants and she claws her way under and over his torso. His right hand slips under her scrub top, warmly slides up her flat stomach, grabs her left breast and strokes over her nipple through her bra.
She needs more contact. She pulls away from his devouring mouth and rips off her top. He follows her lead. She drinks in his well muscled lean frame for a brief second before he's on her again.
This time he unfastened her bra before palming her breasts and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
She arches into the touch and claws his shoulders in a way he knows will leave a mark. Her hands slide to his waist and start untying his scrub pants.
He'll be damned if she wins. She's going to cum for me before I have some embarrassingly short performance, he thinks. His hand slides down her body and into her pants under her underwear, not bothering to tease and test first. The low moaning sound she makes when her strokes over her slit is almost enough to make him painfully hard without even being touched. He finds her clit and begins rubbing rough circles over it. She's so wet from fighting for dominance. He can't get enough. He slides his middle finger into her tight channel and strokes her clit in time with his rough thrusts while he goes back to the bruisingly deep kissing.
She recognizes she's never cum so fast in her life when she feels the tightening in her low abdomen and the flutters of her walls around his finger as her body coats him in slick. She needs more. She pushes him back an inch or two. Too easy. He thinks he hurt me, she realizes when he gives.
She finishes ripping off his scrub pants and roughly palms his thick hard length through his boxers. His eyes flutter shut. Think about baseball or you won't make it out of your shorts, he thinks. God, it's been too long. Then his shorts are around his ankles with the pants and she is properly stroking his length. He groans.
“Condom?,” she whisper-asks breathlessly.
His brain short circuits. I don't have any.
She feels him tense and remembers he was recently married. At least he's not the kind that cheats on his wife. She pulls away to open the nightstand drawer where she knows they keep a stash of the free condoms the ER gives out.
His eyes snap open as she pulls away and he tracks her movements. Well at least I know she's committed to using protection. She rips the foil pack open with her teeth and smoothly rolls the condom over his length before standing and shedding her own remaining clothes.
He steps out of his and stalks towards her, pinning her to the wall again. They kiss in a frantic teeth clashing manner as he lifts her up, pulling her core to his cock and sliding between her wet folds.
She's not going to be teased. Her hand grips his shaft and guides him to her opening.
He's not in the mood for gentle or slow. He thrusts hard, sheathing his entire length in her tight cunt.
She groans.
He pauses for half a second to check in on her reaction, but she looks blissed out. He sets a pounding fast rhythm he knows won't last.
Then she's arching into him and moaning low again. He can feel her clamping down on him and knows he's done for. He manages to find enough willpower to hold out until she's done. Then he's ejaculationing with a low gutteral groan and erratic thrusts.
She swallows his groan with one more deep kiss before it's over and they separate.
She tosses him a pack of wipes to clean up while she starts replacing her clothes.
He follows suit with the rapid condom disposal, wipe down, and getting dressed.
But she's faster. From the door, without a backward glance she says, “I'll remember the rules, Langdon.”