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The day had, for lack of a better word, sucked. A five car pile up involving a semi-truck on I-376 had led to a strenuous six hours for Trinity and Yolanda. Four of their patients had coded, and while they had managed to save two of them, the other two left behind mangled bodies, and families who would carry grief forever.
So when Yolanda came up to Trinity at her locker at the end of the day, dead on her feet and eyes bleary from exhaustion, they both had agreed that a relaxing night was in order. That’s how they’d ended up in Yolanda’s kitchen, freshly showered, in sweats and oversized tshirts, making Trinity’s Lola’s famous tinola.
“It’s delicious and it will warm our souls, just what we need after a hard day. Besides, who doesn’t like papaya?” Trinity had declared in a thick accent, seemingly impersonating her Lola. Garcia couldn’t say she’d had papaya in soup before but she trusted Trinity and she was more than happy to follow her lead.
Trinity had been right. It really was the perfect medicine for a shitty day. The two were sitting at Yolanda’s dining room table, Yolanda at the head of the table while Santos occupied the seat to the left of her. Their knees brushed against each other and if they were playing footsie, neither of them commented on it.
”Can you tell me about your Lola?” Garcia asked, spooning soup into her mouth.
Trinity took a sip of her riesling and smiled a soft, rare smile. Yolanda knew that most didn’t get to see Trinity like this. Usually the resident was all bratty smirks or awkward grimaces. Yolanda cherished the soft smiles every opportunity she got.
“She was strict but fair. She had been a schoolteacher in the Philippines for 35 years before my Lolo died. Her students feared her but loved her. After she moved in with us, she treated us like her students and sat with us at the table every afternoon to help us with our homework. She made dinner every night, always authentic Filipino food, and constantly had music playing. We had to replace her Pilita Corrales CDs because of overuse.”
Yolanda laughed and Trinity beamed. “She was a really lovely person.” Yolanda watched as Trinity’s face fell slightly and her brows furrowed. “She believed me when no one else did.” The surgeon’s heart felt like it cracked.
While her and Trinity hadn’t discussed her past in depth, Yolanda had watched her interact with enough sexual abuse patients at the hospital, and talked her down from enough nightmares, to be able to put the pieces together. It took everything in her to not pull the other woman into her arms. Instead, she reached her hand out and rubbed her thumb across Trinity’s wrist, fingers delicately circling her smooth skin.
“She sounds really special.”
“She was.”
“Thanks for telling me about her.” Yolanda gave Trinity’s hand a squeeze before interlacing their fingers. Trinity nodded, eyes glassy and fixated on a spot on the wall. They sat silently for a moment, content with the silence and each other's company. “So, what would a girl have to do to get a copy of Lola’s tinola recipe?”
That broke Trinity out of her funk, eliciting a laugh from her. “Unfortunately, for you Yoyo, the price of this recipe is far heftier than a sexual favor.”
“Oh?” Yolanda asked amused and curious, watching as Trinity hopped out of her seat and dove onto the couch.
“Aha!” She heard her exclaim as Trinity victoriously pulled the tv remote from between the cushions. Yolanda picked up their bowls and placed them in the sink, before settling herself next to the other woman. To her surprise, Trinity had Monsters, Inc. pulled up.
In any other situation, Yolanda would have scoffed and turned the television off. But Trinity’s bright green eyes were looking at her so wide and so hopeful. Yolanda had no desire to dim Trinity’s, already hard to reach, light.
“Well, are you going to press play?” Yolanda asked, stretching her arm out behind Trinity. She smirked when Trinity let out an excited squeal, a noise she really only got to hear when they were in bed together. Trinity jumped up, hitting the living room lights before she settled back in next to Yolanda, and leaned her head against her shoulder.
Yolanda had never seen Monsters, Inc. before. Honestly, animated movies weren’t her thing, and a Pixar movie about monsters whose day jobs were scaring kids, had never been all that appealing. On the reverse, Trinity had seen this movie at least fifty times, evident from the way she mouthed along to every line. While Yolanda wished she could say she paid full attention to the movie, she was more captivated by the beautiful person next to her.
Trinity burst into laughter every time the small child, Boo, exclaimed “Mike Wazowski!”. And while Trinity would deny it in the future, Yolanda didn’t miss how tears streamed down her face after Sully and Boo had to say their official goodbyes. In fairness, Yolanda would deny the way her eyes had welled with tears, too.
The credits rolled on the screen in front of them and Trinity was so silent, her head resting on Garcia’s lap, that she assumed she had fallen asleep. That’s until she heard a soft, “So, what did you think?”
Green eyes met brown eyes and Trinity looked so vulnerable and small in that moment that all Yolanda could do was pull her up by the chin and kiss her softly, rubbing their noses together.
“I loved it.” I love you.
Trinity beamed at her and tangled her hand in curly brown hair, pulling their mouths back together. Yolanda nibbled at her bottom lip, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss, which Trinity happily obliged as she parted her lips. Usually their make outs were hard and fast, but they took their time with this one, content to kiss languidly.
“Bed?” Yolanda asked, and Trinity stood, pulling the surgeon up with both hands and led her to Yolanda’s bedroom down the hall. Yolanda gripped her waist, slowly backing Trinity into the bed where she plopped down with a content sigh. Yolanda knelt down, fingering the hem of Trinity’s shirt before pulling it over her head. Cool air hit her chest and she shivered.
Yolanda smiled and placed a tender kiss on Trinity’s forehead. “Need me to warm you up, cariñito?” Trinity toyed with her lip and nodded, audibly sighing when Yolanda’s mouth closed around her nipple. The surgeon’s hand reached out to fondle her other nipple, lightly flicking and pinching the pink bud.
Yolanda was obsessed with Trinity’s breasts. They were round and perky, and her nipples always stood at attention, pert, and ready for Yolanda whenever she came calling. The surgeon would’ve given anything to focus on Trinity’s breasts as a full time job.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Trinity whispered, tangling her fingers in Yolanda’s hair as she sucked her areola deeper into her mouth. Trinity was going to have a bruise, but she didn’t care, she liked when Yolanda marked her. Besides, she knew Yolanda loved painting her like a canvas. She always took the time to review her art at the next hook up.
Yolanda hummed contentedly and sucked harder on Trinity’s skin, circling her tongue on her nipple over and over again. “Jesus, baby,” Trinity moaned and Yolanda removed her mouth, turning her attention to easing Trinity down onto the bed. The younger woman pushed herself back into the pillows, smiling as Yolanda delicately laid down on top of her.
Their mouths met again, tongues dancing against each other, wet and sloppy. Trinity tried to quicken the pace but Yolanda rebutted her every effort, kissing her deeply and slowly, like she was carefully trying to extract the air from her lungs. Her mouth moved from her lips, down to her neck, placing soft kisses in her wake. She found an easy pattern, nipping gently at soft ivory skin with her teeth before using her tongue to soothe the bites. Trinity’s head was thrown back and she bucked her hips up into Yolanda, signaling that she was ready to be touched.
“Patience is a virtue you have not yet found, tesoro,” she quipped but still moved herself towards the edge of the bed to yank Trinity’s sweatpants down. She placed a kiss on Trinity’s ankle and then her other ankle, before trailing her mouth up her body. When she got to the raised lines that decorated Trinity’s upper left thigh, she paused before using her index finger to stroke them.
Trinity was obviously uncomfortable about her scars, though Yolanda had never shown her any judgement or pity. “Everyone has their shit,” Yolanda had commented flippantly when she encountered them the first time the two had hooked up.
”You’re so beautiful.” Yolanda murmured before placing gentle kisses on the scars. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” Trinity scoffed at that and Yolanda looked up at her, pupils dilated, and her eyes serious. “I’m serious. You. Trinity Santos. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” She punctuated each pause with another kiss to her thigh as her mouth ran further to the left, approaching Trinity’s center. “I’m so lucky.”
Trinity’s breath hitched. Yolanda smiled at her before hooking her fingers into her boxers. She tugged them down, letting them fall off the bed and moved her mouth to kiss at damp curls, right above the spot where Trinity needed her most. “Yolanda, please,” Trinity begged. The surgeon granted her plea easily, running her tongue down from the curls through Trinity’s folds.
The younger woman was sopping wet and Yolanda moaned against her, intoxicated by the feeling and her scent. She lapped her tongue gently through Trinity’s labia, before dipping it into her, licking her open. Trinity spread her legs further apart. “Oh, fuck.”
Yolanda kept a slow pace, migrating her tongue from Trinity’s entrance, back up to her clit. Soon enough, Trinity was quaking underneath her, legs shaking as she tried to stay tethered to this plain of existence. Yolanda pulled two of her fingers into her mouth, coating them with spit, before teasing Trinity’s entrance.
The younger woman gasped, “Oh my god, Yolanda. Baby, please.”
Yolanda was determined to take things slow. The two were always so rushed when they were in bed together. She pumped her fingers cautiously in and out of Trinity’s cunt, enchanted by the wet sounds they made as they curled deeper inside Trinity, finding the one sensitive spot that always made her tremble. The moan that ripped out of Trinity’s throat was delicious. “Oh shit, I’m so close.”
“You’re doing so good, Trinity. Fuck,” she all but groaned, mesmerized by the way Trinity felt underneath her. She quickened her pace slightly and moved her mouth back to her clit, sucking it gently between her lips. That was all it took as Trinity yelped and came with a cry, walls clenching around Yolanda’s fingers. The surgeon fucked her through it, licking around her clit as she watched Trinity come undone in the most beautiful way. Her chest heaved and her body shone with sweat as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. Finally, she stilled, quietly exhaling as she caught her breath. Yolanda lapped up the wetness that seeped out of her, never one to deny herself a prize, before crawling back to the pillows to lay next to Trinity.
The other girl had her eyes squeezed shut, as Yolanda ran her fingers up and down her arm and peppered kisses along her face. “So perfect, baby, you’re so perfect.”
Her movements stilled when she noticed tears running down Trinity’s face. Alarm bells immediately sounded in Yolanda’s head. “Trin? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Trinity shook her head quickly, turning towards Yolanda and wrapping an arm around her waist so their bodies molded to each other.
“No, not at all,” she cried, tears still free falling. “I just have never had sex like that before.” Yolanda stayed quiet, knowing there was more to be said. “I think I just learned what it feels like to make love,” Trinity hiccupped before flushing upon realizing what she had said. “Fuck, this is so embarrassing. I usually make fun of people who cry after s..”
“I love you.” The words were out of Yolanda’s mouth before she could stop them. Trinity’s eyes shot open, red rimmed and wide. “I love you so fucking much.” Yolanda’s own voice cracked and she felt like she too was going to cry. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I just couldn’t go another minute without telling you.”
She didn’t dare touch Trinity. She knew her lover trended towards the flight component of fight or flight and the smallest movement could send her running. Her rapidly beating heart eased when she felt Trinity’s fingers stroke down her jawline.
“I love you so fucking much, too,” Trinity whispered and the dam holding back the surgeon’s feelings and tears broke. She felt soft arms pulling her in as Trinity wrapped herself around the other woman. Hands ran up and down her back, soothing her as she sobbed. It was the safest she had ever felt. The two women clung to each other as they rode out their emotions. Eventually their cries dissolved into soft laughter.
Yolanda kissed Trinity, smiling against her lips. “What does this mean?” Trinity pecked her mouth again.
“Well, I think it’s safe to say we graduated from Casual Academy. In fact, we might have overstayed our welcome there.” Yolanda laughed and placed a kiss on Trinity’s forehead, then her nose, then her cheek, before landing back on her lips.
She murmured against her mouth, “I want to be with you for real. I want to take you on dates and fall asleep with you knowing you’ll still be there in the morning. I want to make you breakfast and meet the important people in your life. I want to pass you in the hallway at work and know that you’re mine. I want all of you.” Yolanda’s nose nudged against her jaw and Trinity basked in the contact.
“Sounds dope,” Yolanda huffed another laugh at Trinity’s nonchalance before flicking her collarbone. “I want that, too. I want all of you.”
Their mouths connected once more, this time with a fervor. “But do you know what I also want?” Yolanda raised her eyebrow, unsure where Trinity was going with this. “I want - nay, I need to get you out of these clothes.” Yolanda chuckled, but let Trinity strip her. As warm naked bodies met, they both sighed, relishing in each other.
Later that night, after they’d both had their ways with each other more than once, Trinity laid content as the little spoon in Yolanda’s arms. Yolanda traced gentle circles along her stomach and hummed, “So, does this mean I get Lola’s tinola recipe?”
Trinity laughed and wiggled against Yolanda. “Oh baby, you’ll have to marry me in order to get that.” Yolanda scoffed but pulled Trinity in closer, kissing her shoulder blade.
Six months ago the idea of marrying Trinity would have scared the shit out of her, but tonight, as she laid wrapped around her girlfriend, she couldn’t help but think that that would be something she’d be happy to do.