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The last person Yolanda anticipates to be at her door is Trinity. After their encounter at work today, she was certain that Trinity would run for the hills. Or at the very least keep to herself. Yolanda isn’t ready for this confrontation. Maybe she can take it back. Say that it was her horny brain speaking and that she doesn’t need Trinity to fill—fulfill that need. She can hop on one of those apps for hookups, that seems like a better idea.
“I can hear you pacing behind your door,” Trinity calls through the door.
Yolanda stops. “I’m not pacing.”
“You are. We can have this conversation through the door for all your neighbors to hear if that’s a better option.” The speed at which Yolanda swings the door open makes Trinity laugh.
“No, no, get in here.” Yolanda tugs Trinity through the doorway and shuts it behind her. “Do you want a drink?”
Trinity follows behind her into the kitchen. “Water is fine.”
Yolanda turns her back to Trinity and reaches for some glasses, busying herself with pouring the waters. Anything to catch her barings. “No whiskey tonight.”
“Not since the day before my surgical rotation,” Trinity laughs and Yolanda knows it’s forced. “I had a particularly bad night that I’m trying not to repeat.”
Her body tenses. Yolanda clenches her jaw and turns around stiffly handing the glass to Trinity. “Technically, my surgical rotation was bad all around.”
Silence hangs in the air settling with the tension. Sexual and angry. Yolanda knows she hurt Trinity. She knows their relationship went up in smoke because of her fear, her stubbornness. Over the past months, Yolanda tried to accept it, to understand it, to pick apart her reason for ending things. Trinity is young; an intern. She deserved a chance to become an excellent doctor without the rumors that she slept her way to her standing. Yolanda didn’t want to be the reason Trinity was treated differently. She’d be that person when she was an intern all because of who she decided to love. Not that she loved Trinity. Their relationship was a secret for the six months it lasted.
The part that Yolanda really holds on to the most? Trinity immediately hooked up with Ellis the moment they broke up. Yolanda carries that anger and hurt with her still — anger at herself, at Trinity, at Ellis; hurt at the injustice of it all, at Trinity moving on so casually, so quickly.
“I know I hurt you—”
“An understatement.”
“I know I hurt you,” Trinity repeats. “I know nothing will ever change that. Maybe we should start to talk about our break-up.”
“That’s the last thing I want to do with you.” Yolanda brushes past Trinity and heads into the living room. “If that’s all you want to do here then you can see yourself out.”
Again, Trinity follows her. Both women take a seat on the couch, turning to face each other, knees brushing. “Sleeping together and not talking about our past is a bad idea.”
She’s not wrong, Yolanda acknowledges to herself. The only issue is that Yolanda doesn’t want to talk about it. She doesn’t want to hash it out and hear what Trinity has to say. In her mind, she doesn’t believe anything Trinity will say will ever heal the wound.
Okay, yes, she knows very well she ended things. But she explained it to Trinity. Made it clear, this was for her safety, her protection, her career. The career Trinity fought tooth and nail for. The one Trinity pushed herself through despite all the trauma she endured and is reminded of almost daily. Yes, Yolanda broke up with Trinity, but that didn’t mean her feelings ever ended. That doesn’t mean it didn't break Yolanda’s heart to see Trinity leaving her shift hand and hand with Ellis two days after their break up.
It was made more brutal as she watched Trinity leave night after night for months on another woman’s arm. Ellis. Mohan. King. A few nurses. Some randoms who came to pick her up after her shift. Each one a knife to Yolanda’s heart.
She never had the desire to be with anyone else. Not a single person has ever come close to making her feel like Trinity did. Dose. Sure, she’s gone on dates. She’s had several sexual partners that lasted a few months. But she had never officially been partners. Every single person that Yolanda was with didn’t measure up to Trinity Santos.
“No offense, Trinity, but hearing what you have to say about why you jumped into a million relationships right after we ended is not on my ‘What Gets Me Hot and Bothered’ list.” Yolanda says, tucking her feet up under her thighs.
“It’s astounding,” Trinity muses.
“What is?”
“How you think you’re the only one that got hurt.” Trinity’s fingers tightened on the glass in her hand. “You left me, remember? You ended what I thought was…You ended us. I didn’t have a chance to even fight for you, for us. You just said it was over, claimed to have my best interests in mind, and that was that.”
“I did have your best interests in mind.” Yolanda set her drink down and turned her body completely toward Trinity. “I would never hurt you if I thought it wasn’t the only course of action.”
Trinity tossed one of her hands up, then set the glass down. A guttural groan rumbled from her chest as she turned a heated, angry glare at Yolanda.
She would be lying if she said that sound turned her on.
“You always have to be in control. Always calling the shots, making the decisions. Not once during the break up did you ask me what I wanted,” Trinity shook her head. “I didn’t need you to put my best interests first. I needed you to trust me. I’m not a kid, Yolanda. I’m allowed to make my own decisions because I can deal with the consequences.”
“I said I didn’t want to talk about this,” Yolanda shifted, an uncomfortable weight on her chest.
“Right, you’d rather talk about how you offered your body up to me on a silver platter at work today.”
“Oh, honey,” Yolanda rolls her eyes, a teasing smirk appearing. “I’m not the one who is being served up. Don’t you remember?” She enjoys the widening of Trinity’s eyes, the slow bobbing of her throat as she swallows, the way her body shivers. She loves how she can see Trinity’s mindset shifting from defense to desire. “I know you do. Look, you’re hot. I’m attracted to you. And I can’t focus enough at work to get my shit done because you’re standing across from me giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes.”
“You think I’m hot, huh?” Trinity quirks a brow.
“Don’t get a big head about it, Trinity.” Yolanda rolls her eyes before pinning Trinity to the couch with just one lustful look. “I want you. I want you beneath me begging for me to touch you, to fuck you. I want to hear you moan and say my name. I want to feel you shaking as you come.” Trinity swallows thickly, her eyes following Yolanda’s movements. “I don’t want to rehash our past. It’s over, it’s done with, and we can’t change it. We can take advantage of our present.”
Yolanda turns and crawls into Trinity’s lap. Her thighs bracket Trinity’s hips.
“Yolanda,” Trinity whispers, voice thick with want.
Grinning slyly, Yolanda slides her hands through Trinity’s hair. Her fingers play with the hairs at the base of her neck. She leans ever closer, breath ghosting Trinity’s lips as she asks, “Don’t you want me, too?”
“I do, you have no idea.” Trinity’s hands find Yolanda’s hips, gripping them tightly. Her fingers flex and Yolanda feels them dig deeper. It’s the exact pressure and hold that used to drive Yolanda crazy. A jolt of pleasure shoots down her body at the idea of what else Trinity remembers. “Why else do you think I came here after your proposition?”
Yolanda rolls her hips a little and tugs Trinity’s head to the side. “Then we’re done talking. There’s so much I want to do to you, Trinity.” Yolanda presses an open mouthed kiss to Trinity’s neck, pulling a deep moan out of the other woman’s mouth.
“Please, just let me—” Trinity moans again as Yolanda bites down on her shoulder. “Fuck. Yolanda, please, you deserve to know—”
“I deserve a lot of things, baby,” Yolanda kisses the spot beneath Trinity’s ear before nipping at her earlobe. “What I deserve the most right now is your lips on mine. But if you don’t want to do this, we can stop.” Yolanda pulls back and looks Trinity in the eyes sincerely. “If you want me to stop, I will, and we can go back to being exactly what we are: coworkers and exes. But if you want to stop because you want to discuss our feelings or our past, I’m going to keep kissing you and touching you until I render you unable to speak, am I clear?”
Trinity nods, eyes heavy with pleasure. “Yes, you’re clear.”
“Such a good girl,” Yolanda husks. She kisses Trinity as a reward. It’s fast, bruising, filled with a passion and a hatred that only they could have. Yolanda grinds against Trinity whose hands, which grip the whole of her hips, guide her movements. Their lips slide against each other, tongues lick into mouths, along jaws. It’s a frenzy of touches.
Yolanda tugs Trinity’s scrub top and presses herself closer. She trails her lips down the column of Trinity’s throat, her hand pulling brunette tresses to give her more access. The sounds falling from Trinity’s lips are enough encouragement. This is all she’s been thinking about when she’s at work watching the younger woman bent over the counter filling out charts. She wants to bend Trinity over her desk and fuck her.
Her bed is the next best thing.
“Bedroom. Now.” Yolanda goes to stand only for Trinity to stand, hands on Yolanda’s ass, and carries her to the bedroom. “Shit, were you always this strong?”
“Exercise is a great way to get rid of excess energy,” Trinity tightens her grip on Yolanda’s ass. “And sexual frustration.”
Yolanda tucks away the information of Trinity’s strength away for a later date. She’s set down on the edge of the bed, Trinity kneeling before her. Reaching down, Yolanda runs her hands softly through Trinity’s hair, her fingers trace along the shell of her ear, then her jaw. Trinity practically preens at the touches.
“You look so pretty like this, baby,” Yolanda grips her chin and tilts Trinity’s head up. “I’m going to ravish you, okay?”
Trinity nods and turns her head, taking Yolanda’s thumb into her mouth. The sensation of Trinity’s tongue licking along her thumb before sucking it hard. “God,” Yolanda moans, a wave of heat rippling through her. No doubt her underwear is soaked through now. “Get on the bed.”
Trinity is spread out on Yolanda’s bed, a blushing and rumpled mess in stark contrast with the older woman’s perfectly pressed white duvet. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, green eyes blown wide with arousal. Yolanda pauses, hovering at the end of the bed on her knees. Trailing her eyes down Trinity’s body, she grins slowly. Trinity’s black scrubs are rucked up her torso, wrinkled and revealing a slew of small tattoos. Lips kiss swollen, eyes hooded as she keeps her gaze on Yolanda.
“You know,” Yolanda drags her hand lightly up Trinity’s leg, “I always enjoyed this version of you the most.” Her hand halts, teasingly tracing the seam of Trinity’s pants at the apex of her thighs. “Perfect, controlled, Trinity, laid out like this for me. So beautiful. So messy. So utterly desperate. Just begging for me to touch — to fuck her just how she likes it.”
Beneath her, Trinity whimpers as Yolanda presses her fingers more firmly against the younger woman’s cunt.
“You’re soaked for me,” Yolanda says in awe. She feels a rush of heat sitting low in her abdomen. For a brief moment she wonders if this is a good idea. If bringing her ex-girlfriend, current mentee, and intern to her apartment to fuck her hard enough that she leaves Yolanda’s mind altogether is the best approach. But then Trinity grinds against her stilled hand, seeking pressure and pleasure all too greedily for Yolanda’s liking.
Yolanda removes her hand eliciting a needy whine from Trinity’s swollen lips. “Ah-ah, I don’t think so. You know better than to take what you haven’t earned yet.”
“I hate you,” Trinity says, failing at putting any scorn behind those words. “Isn’t that what you wanted? A hate fuck. Not another way for you to push me into submission.” Yolanda pushes off the bed to her feet. “Where are you—“
“You want to submit, Trinity. It’s second nature to you,” Yolanda tilts her head and tucks a coiled strand behind her ear. Her gaze is penetrating as she assesses the panting woman beneath her. With a grin, Yolanda crawls forward as she speaks, “You don’t want to endure the slow build up. You want it fast. Aggressive. Bruising, even. You want me to pour every hurt, every betrayal, every ounce of hatred I have for you into this. Is that what you want?”
Trinity only watched her. Hooded eyes following Yolanda’s movement as she began to withdraw from Trinity. She stands tall at the end of the bed, watching as Trinity squirms without any pressure on her soaked cunt. Yolanda missed this. It isn’t the power that she gets off on. It’s knowing that despite everything they have been through, Trinity still trusts her enough to submit to her.
With deliberate slowness, she begins to undress under Trinity’s lustful gaze. It’s a performance as she sways her body to a rhythm in her own mind. Thriving off the unbridled attention she’s receiving and the knowledge that with each piece of clothing discarded, Trinity’s breathing becomes more rapid.
Yolanda doesn’t give her a chance to process her naked form before she’s on top of her again. With a thumb and forefinger gripping Trinity’s chin, Yolanda directs attention back on her.
“I asked you a question.” Yolanda stares down at her. Gaze unwavering. This is a game to her. A game she is winning despite the throbbing of her clit and an impulse to just fuck Trinity right here right now without all this pretense. But Yolanda wants this how they used to have it. She wants this as badly as she knows Trinity wants this but she also knows Trinity is proud. Maybe too proud to let this go on any longer.
Yolanda lowers her head and places a barely there kiss on Trinity’s neck. A shiver runs down Trinity’s body, a soft sigh slipping from her lips. It’s the only invitation Yolanda needs to go further. She presses a harder kiss against Trinity’s throat. Then another. She drags her mouth along the column of her throat, nipping and sucking and soothing the marks with her tongue.
“Yes,” Trinity gasps as Yolanda licks along her throat up to the corner of her mouth. She splays her hands firmly against Trinity’s muscular torso, blunt nails scratching down the plane of abs. She grins against skin as the younger woman shivers at her touch.
Yolanda turns her attention to Trinity’s ear, biting at the lobe. “Yes, what?” She whispers salaciously.
Trinity swallows thickly, her pride slipping away. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
“Oh, baby, I do.” As much of a lie as it is, Yolanda still wastes no time removing Trinity’s shirt and bra. Her mouth finds the spot where Trinity’s throat meets her collarbone. The spot that she knows when she licks into will elicit a moan out of Trinity’s mouth that would surely reach the ears of their neighbors. Yolanda grins against heat skin as she continues to nip at soft skin while her hands guide Trinity’s legs around her waist. She doesn’t take the time to admire Trinity’s body — that would be far too intimate for what this moment is supposed to be. She grinds against Trinity, slow and deeper sending jolts of pleasure to Trinity’s clit as well as her own. It’s a sweet, brutal kind of torture.
“Fuck,” Trinity moans.
The rhythm they fall into is a familiar practiced routine. The months that stretched between their break-up and now clearly didn’t erase how well Yolanda knows Trinity’s body.
She knows when she grips Trinity’s thighs, nails digging into skin that the other woman will tighten her legs around Yolanda’s waist.
She knows that the barely-there kisses she plants on Trinity’s breasts only make her pant harder, make her bury her hands into Yolanda’s hair in a feeble attempt to guide her where she most desires.
She knows that Trinity likes when Yolanda bites hard on her nipples, tugging the bud between her teeth as she pulls away, and soothing it with her tongue.
She knows Trinity’s body. And she hates how easy it is to fall back into that. She hates herself even more as she grows more aroused at Trinity’s moans.
Trinity tries again to push Yolanda’s further down.
“Stop trying to take control,” Yolanda growls, biting down especially hard on Trinity’s nipple as her right hand grabs Trinity’s wrists and pins them above her head. “I can stop this right now.”
Trinity whines, voice needy as she speaks, “You-you wouldn’t dare. You’re as turned on as I am.” To make her point, she grinds harder against Yolanda pulling a moan from Yolanda’s lips. “Don’t confuse yourself, you’re not the only one who remembers—”
Yolanda kisses her then. Trinity’s bottom lip captured between her own. Trinity responds immediately, her mouth opening to invite Yolanda in. Slender fingers slide into thick curls, tugging and scratching at the base of Yolanda’s neck. A shiver rolls down Yolanda’s body. The heat between them amping up. She hasn’t been touched like this, kissed like this, in too long. Perhaps she hasn’t been touched like this since Trinity.
The thought is pushed aside when Yolanda feels Trinity grinding desperately against her.
“You are trouble,” Yolanda whispers, pulling away from the kiss. “Such a greedy girl…What do you want, baby?”
“Anything, whatever you’ll give me.” Trinity gasps as Yolanda bites her earlobe, tugging gently.
“And you want this?’ Yolanda palms Trinity’s breasts, squeezing and pinching as she continues to grind against the brunette. Those beautiful noises coming from her ex-girlfriend. “You want my fingers inside you, my hips pounding against you, bringing you pleasure deeper and faster? Tell me, Trinity, is that what you want?”
Trinity is nodding, frustrated tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. “Yes, yes, please. Fuck, Yolanda, please, I want that.”
Swallowing Trinity’s gasp, Yolanda kisses her again with bruising force. Yolanda bites Trinity’s bottom lip, another moan giving Yolanda entrance. She licks into Trinity’s mouth, her tongue stroking the other woman’s. The Trinity’s clothes are removed between hasty kisses and heated touches. Yolanda groans as all of her bare skin lays against Trinity’s.
It all feels too good. Too overwhelming. She revels in the smoothness of Trinity’s skin as she languidly drags her hand down her body. Taking her time to map out the scars and freckles and moles that she knows litter her old lover's body. She notes the new scars, the new muscle, the new tattoos. All the parts of Trinity she wasn’t there to see.
Briefly, she wonders how many women have seen Trinity like this since they broke up? How many of their coworkers had pulled those delicious sounds from Trinity’s lips? Yolanda’s traitorous heart sinks in her chest, an ache blooming so deep she has to pull away. She gasps for air, jealous thrumming through her veins as she looks down at Trinity.
Who else has seen you like this? Do they make you feel that way I do? Do they know you like I do?
Yolanda kisses Trinity with renewed force. With a jealousy that she wants to believe is hatred. One that burns deeper now realizing how much time has passed. How much has changed about each of them. She scratches harsh red lines into Trinity’s skin, her anger at the injustice of it all. Trinity waltzing into her life again after her final rotation. Trinity trying to talk about feelings. Trinity begging to be fucked knowing damn well that she broke Yolanda’s heart (even if she broke Trinity’s first).
Nothing about this should be tender or slow or soft. Yolanda channels that anger into her actions. She kisses Trinity harder. Bites and sucks hickies onto Trinity’s skin, leaving marks all down her body. She ravages her in a way that could be mistaken for passion.. Her right hand grabs Trinity’s hair and tugs her head forcefully to the side. Yolanda kisses her now exposed throat as her left hand reaches the slick, wet, heat between Trinity’s legs.
“You’re dripping, baby,” Yolanda mutters between sloppy kisses. “You love this, don’t you?”
“Ye-es.” Trinity tries to turn her head and steal a kiss on Yolanda’s lips. Yolanda tugs harshly on her hair, stopping the motion. A whine slips out of Trinity. “Please, I need—”
Yolanda circles Trinity’s clit, tortuously slow with just the right amount of pressure. Trinity gasps, rocking her hips for more friction, more anything. “Be a good girl for me, Trinity, just this once. I’ll give you everything you need, but I need you to do something for me.” Yolanda uses one finger to teasingly enter Trinity, the heat is intoxicating she almost doesn’t pull back out.
“Yolanda…you’re so—” Yolanda pulls her hand away altogether causing Trinity to turn her head, green eyes wide, “I’m sorry, please, put your hand back. What do you need, I’ll do it.” She groans as Yolanda goes back to circling her clit, intermittently slipping into her heat just barely.
“I need you to shut the fuck up and let me fuck you,” Yolanda stares down at Trinity. “The only sounds I want coming out of you are sounds of pleasure. Is that clear?”
Trinity nods silently.
“There’s my good girl,” Yolanda kisses her again, pleased with herself and Trinity. The pace is bruising as Yolanda drives two fingers into Trinity’s heat, her walls tightening around Yolanda’s fingers. “Mm, you feel so good. Let’s see if you can still keep up.”
Yolanda quickens her pace, using her hips to drive her thrusts into Trinity harder. Each thrust is quick, hard, deep, and rubs against her own clit, sending her pleasure skyrocketing. Trinity wraps her legs around Yolanda, drawing her in and meeting her thrusts with her own. Yolanda curls her fingers, pulling a whimper out of Trinity’s throat, her leg falling open. Trinity claws at Yolanda’s back, pulling her in closer.
“Yolanda, Yolanda, fuck, I’m—” Trinity cries, her walls fluttering around Yolanda’s fingers. Using the momentum, Yolanda adds a third finger and attaches her lips to Trinity’s pert nipple. She can feel Trinity’s wetness coating her hand and the thought of licking it off makes her moan.
“That’s it, you’re taking me so well,” Yolanda murmurs, kissing her way up to Trinity’s throat. As she leans back, Trinity grabs her other arm, the one supporting her weight and pulls it toward her throat. Yolanda gently wraps her hand around her ex’s neck, making sure she’s in the correct spot before she squeezes slightly. Trinity moans, eyes screwed up and arching up into Yolanda. “If you want me to choke you, you’re going to have to beg.”
“Please,” Trinity presses into her even more.
“Oh, I think you can do so much better than that,” Yolanda begins to remove her hand.
“No! Don’t—fuck, don’t let go,” Trinity whined.
“Then look at me, Trinity. Look at me and beg.” When those green eyes locked back in on hers, Yolanda’s hips stuttered in their motions. Pure bliss, vulnerability, so much openness reflected in Trinity’s eyes it made her breathless. It made her yearn.
Fuck, maybe this wasn’t the best idea.
“Please, I need you to choke me, I need you to —” Trinity moaned as Yolanda picked back up her steady rhythm, her fingers curling inside her. “Please, Yolanda, please, I want this. I need this.”
“Shh, okay, baby, I’ve got you.” Yolanda silences her with a searing kiss and tightens her hold on Trinity’s neck. She teases her as she thrusts into her, tightening and loosening her hold. Every time Trinity is about to fall over the edge, Yolanda slows her pace, lessening her grip.
“Please, please, can I—” Trinity chokes on another moan as Yolanda slows down once more. “God, let me come, I’m begging.”
“I’m flattered, but I need you to say my name right,” Yolanda taunted her.
“Yolanda,” Trinity moans again, her pussy clenching around Yolanda’s fingers. “Garcia, fuuck, please. Please, please, let me come. I want to come. I need—”
“Leave your needs to me, Trinity. Just let go. You have permission.” Yolanda speeds up, thrusting into Trinity relentlessly. Her own pleasure building with each motion. She doesn’t allow herself to watch Trinity come undone. She can’t. But she feels it, she hears it as Trinity cries out her name, repeating it up as she ruts against Yolanda, taking all the pleasure she can from her. And Yolanda…Yolanda lets her. She comes with her, quietly without fanfare.
As Trinity comes down, Yolanda removes her fingers and brings them to her lips, licking them clean. She hums, a grin settling on her lips.
Trinity huffs.
“You taste as good as I remember,” Yolanda whispers. Internally, she berates herself for such a disclosure, but the post-orgasmic blissed out smile Trinity gives her makes up for it. Almost.
“Gimme a sec and I’ll return the favor,” Trinity sighs. But Yolanda is already getting up and pulling her clothes back on. “Or not…”
Yolanda smiles, though she knows it does not reach her eyes. “I’m good, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” She tugs her shirt back on and turns, walking to the bathroom. It’s the only thing she can do at that moment to keep herself from ruining everything.
Before she enters her bathroom, she pauses and casts a glance over her shoulder at the woman in her bed. Naked and looking totally ravaged, Trinity stares back at her. The silence between them drags on, like their both waiting for the other to say something first. For an invitation, a dismissal, a— Yolanda doesn’t really know.
She opts for the safest route. “I trust you remember where the door is?”
Yolanda turns, but not before she sees the hurt flash across Trinity’s face before that steel wall slams back up. When the door shuts behind her, all the power and energy drains out of her. She leans against the door, hand coming up to her face to muffle the sobs that threaten to wrack her body. Yolanda hates that she can still taste and smell Trinity on her. Hates that this is all so familiar and so different. Mostly, she hates herself for letting those stupid green eyes and those lips pull her back in.
She turns the shower on, listening for movement in her apartment. Waiting for that front door to open and shut. When it does, the dam inside Yolanda breaks.
It takes a while to calm down, but once she’s done, Yolanda takes a scalding shower and scrubs. Scrubs all the traces of Trinity off her. She just can’t scrub Trinity from her mind.