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The ER buzzed with the usual holiday frenzy—fireworks injuries, drunken brawls, and kids with sparklers gone wrong. Trinity Santos wiped sweat from her brow, her scrubs clinging to her skin after hours of stitching wounds and stabilizing patients.
It had been a brutal day: a waterpark incident flooded the bays, going analogue and not having technology so she has to finish her charts another day, and a boy who got his fingers blown off. Her hands still shook slightly as she charted notes, but the real gut punch came during a rare break in the area by the trauma room with her
But when Trinity whispered, “Why can't you hang out tonight. You said you you would" Yolanda had laughed it off, her fingers lingering on Trinity's hip. "We are just keeping this casual right?" The words hit like a slap, leaving Trinity hollow as Yolanda sauntered out, leaving her to stare at the elevator closing
By shift's end, fireworks exploded overhead, but Trinity felt only numbness. She slipped away to the rooftop, the city lights blurring through tears. She sank against the ledge, sobs wracking her body. The door creaked open, and there was Dr. Parker Ellis—tall, with smooth dark skin and dreads tied back neatly—carrying two coffees. Parker's eyes softened at the sight.
“Hey, Santos. Mind if I join?Fireworks are better from up here.” Parker sat beside her, offering a cup. Trinity wiped her face, mumbling about the rough day. Parker listened, her presence steady, then wrapped an arm around Trinity's shoulders. “You're incredible out there, you know? Handling all that chaos like a pro. Not everyone could.” She said. The praise warmed Trinity despite herself, easing the ache.
They talked until the night cooled, and when Trinity's tears dried, Parker stood. “Come on, let me get you home. You shouldn't be alone tonight.” Trinity nodded, too drained to argue. Trinitys shared apartment was a short drive away a cozy space with soft lighting and plants everywhere. As soon as the door shut, Parker pulled Trinity into a hug. “You've had a shit day. Let me make it better”
Trinity melted into the embrace, Parker's hands sliding down her back. Their lips met softly at first, then hungrily, tongues tangling as shirts came off. Parker's dreads brushed Trinity's shoulders as she kissed her neck, murmuring, “God, you're so strong, Trinity. So beautiful like this.” The words sent a thrill straight to Trinity's core, her praise kink igniting. She gasped, pulling Parker closer.
They tumbled onto the couch, pants discarded in a heap. Parker straddled Trinity's thigh, grinding slowly while her fingers teased Trinity's nipples, pinching just hard enough to draw moans. “Look at you, already so wet for me. You're perfect.” Trinity arched, her hands gripping Parker's ass, urging her on. Parker kissed down her body, licking her breasts before sliding lower. She spread Trinity's legs, diving in with her tongue lapping at her clit, sucking gently, then firmer as Trinity bucked.
“Fuck, Parker... yes,” Trinity panted, fingers threading through those dreads. Parker hummed approval, her own arousal slick against Trinity's skin. “Taste so good, baby. You deserve this every bit of pleasure.” The praise made Trinity clench, her orgasm building fast. Parker's fingers joined her tongue, curling inside, hitting that spot until Trinity shattered, crying out as she came hard, juices coating Parker's chin.
Not done, Parker shifted, pulling Trinity up. “My turn to feel you.” They positioned legs entwined, pussies pressing together in a slick grind. Parker rocked first, their clits rubbing with each thrust, wet sounds filling the room. “That's it, move with me. You're doing so well—fuck, you feel amazing.” Trinity matched the rhythm, hips circling, the friction electric. Sweat beaded on their skin, breasts bouncing as they scissored harder, faster. Parker's breaths grew ragged. “Come with me, Trinity. You're gonna make me cum so good.”
The pressure built, coiling tight. Trinity's hands braced on Parker's thighs, pushing deeper into the grind. They peaked together—Parker shuddering first, her pussy pulsing against Trinity's, then Trinity following, waves crashing as she squirted a little, soaking the couch. They collapsed, panting, Parker's arms around her. “So was this?” Trinity asked. “One time thing to get Garcia out your mind for a second” Parker muttered. She nodded as Trinity drifted off in the afterglow, the day's pain dulled.
Sunlight filtered through the blinds when the doorbell rang. Trinity stirred, naked from the waist up under a throw blanket with her boxers on. Parker, with Santos long t shirt the one Garcia always wore, answered. There stood Yolanda, flowers in hand, eyes widening at the scene Parker casual in Trinity's space, the rumpled couch screaming overnight.
“Yolanda?” Trinity appeared behind, voice thick with sleep. Parker's gaze flicked between them. She got her pants and scrubs back on and shoes. “I will give you two space,” she said softly, grabbing her keys. A quick kiss on Trinity's cheek “Call me later, yeah?” and she was gone, door clicking shut.
Yolanda stepped in, flowers thrust forward. “Trin, I... I was an idiot yesterday. Casual? That was bullshit. I panicked because" Her voice cracked as she saw the marks on Trinity's neck, the intimacy hanging in the air. “What did you do?” She asked, seeing her love covered in hickeys.
Trinity's hurt flared. "I had sex with Parker. She was there for me when you weren't. After you dismissed us like nothing! Six months, Yolanda did that mean nothing to you?” she said getting up and getting a shirt on.
“It meant everything!” Yolanda snapped, pacing. “I said casual because I'm terrified. Of screwing this up, of losing you. But seeing you with her... it kills me. I love you, Trinity. I have for months. I was too scared to say it."
The words hung, raw and real. Trinity's anger cracked, tears welling. “You hurt me. Made me feel like a fool.” Yolanda closed the distance, cupping her face. “I'm sorry. Let me make it right. I love you—please believe me.”
Trinity searched her eyes, the pull undeniable. “I love you too, Yolanda. God, I do.” Their lips crashed together, the fight dissolving into desperate kisses, hands roaming. But this time, it was more promises in every touch, the start of something real.