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Incident One

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From the first day they met, Trinity Santos had been absolutely enthralled by Yolanda Garcia.

There was something almost intoxicating about her, from the moment they had stepped into the same room. Yolanda’s cold eyes had landed on her, widened ever so slightly, then flickered across her face and down her body, making Trinity shiver. She had immediately wished this meeting was occurring anywhere other than over the body of their good samaritan, who was in a coma on the table.

Trinity had been, embarrassingly, pretty glued to Garcia’s side the rest of that first shift, whenever she had reason to be. She found herself constantly aware of Garcia’s presence in the ER, her pulse quickening whenever she barged into a trauma room, her low voice carrying around the small space, her eyes analyzing and those beautiful lips curling around the precise instructions she gave. When she was asking Trinity what her sign was over the body of a patient. (“Scorpio.” “Mm, spicy.”) That comment alone was going to fuel Trinity’s wet dreams for weeks.

Even when she had dropped that damn scalpel, Garcia had kept her in the room, ordered her into the empty room when she went to fix the wound up. Sure, it was just to assist her with fixing the injury Trinity had caused, but she couldn’t help herself wishing they had been alone in a different context.

(And let’s not forget the infamous; “you’re trouble.” Trinity still hadn’t gotten over that one all the way.)

By the end of that traumatic, exhausting day, driving home with Huckleberry of all people in her passenger seat, she found her thoughts drifting back to Garcia.

What kind of weird lesbian spell was she under? She’d just worked her first ER shift and handled a mass casualty event, saving over a hundred patients, she had done a goddamn REBOA on her own, but here she was, at home, two fingers inside herself as she imagined Garcia’s strong body above her, her voice whispering obscenities in her ear.

Much to her immediate relief, it became apparent that Garcia had, at the very least, some kind of fascination with Trinity. Over their next few shifts together, Garcia lingered around her, asked her a few more random questions about herself at inappropriate times. (what was her favorite band? what was her rising sign? her moon? Trinity hadn’t pegged her as an astrology girl, but wasn’t complaining, as that line of questioning led her to new information about Garcia. She was an Aquarius. Of course.)

The next few weeks were a blur of emergencies ranging from minor to major, the chaos of the ER becoming almost comforting, not allowing Trinity more than a few seconds of peace before she was pulled into another trauma. It gave her less time to obsess over whatever the energy between her and the older surgeon was, but it also meant she was less prepared for when she and Garcia were pressed up against each other, fighting to save a life. That was not an ideal situation to be distracted in. She had to shut it off.

Garcia was not making it easy. She kept bumping into her, hands grazing where they reached for the same materials, eyes catching on her across the ER or asking her the most questions during a trauma. Fuck this ‘teaching hospital.’ The only thing she wanted Garcia to teach her was how to make her cum.

It all came to a head on a particularly slow day at PTMC, if any day could ever be considered ‘slow.’ Trinity had finally caught up on her charting, allowing herself a second to actually breathe. She put her head in her hands the moment she saved her last chart, taking a deep breath. This day had been long already, and it was only one. Normally with a moment to breathe, she’d go bother Huckleberry, but he had followed Robby off like a lost puppy to help him with a STEMI that had come in a few minutes ago.

She felt someone stop in front of her, and she glanced up through her messy hair to see Garcia, arms crossed, smirking down at her like she knew some secret that Trinity didn’t. Trinity immediately straightened up, hand flying to the back of her neck, a nervous tick she couldn’t ever seem to kick.

“Doctor Santos. Do you have a minute?” Garcia asked. Trinity blinked, glancing around the relatively quiet ER. She hadn’t heard any traumas coming in, nothing back from triage in almost an hour…

“Uh, yeah, of course.” She said, standing up and pushing her hair back behind her ears. “What’s the case?”

“No case.” Garcia said smoothly, walking briskly towards the doors to the back hallway. Trinity scrambled from behind the nurses station to follow her, gripping her stethoscope as they emerged into the slightly darker hallway. This was where most of the supplies were kept, and a blissful silence surrounded them as they walked further down, the only sound that of their shoes on linoleum.

“Um..” Trinity piped up after a second, glancing around. “No case, so…”

Garcia wheeled around to face her, forcing Trinity to stop short to avoid slamming into her. She stumbled anyways, but froze when Garcia’s hands gripped her hips, steadying her.

She felt her face flush, and she stared up at Garcia with a an expression she thought must be mix of confusion and, obvious, undeniable lust. This simple point of contact brought to the surface weeks of simmering tension, and now the air between them felt electric.

Yolanda glanced behind her, then down the hallway behind Trinity’s shoulder. Her eyes met Trinity’s again as she dipped down a little closer, her grip almost bruising as the space between them shrunk.

“Tell me if I haven’t been obvious.” Garcia said, her cocky expression never wavering. She could read Trinity like a book, and she knew it. “Tell me you don’t want me and this never happened.”

“I want you.” Trinity said almost before she had finished speaking.

“Good.” Yolanda said, and let go of Trinity. She was shocked for a moment, before a door to her right was opening and she was being pushed backwards into a storage closet. Her back hit a wall of gauze, and she had enough light to see the hungry look on Garcia’s face before the door was shut, and they were plunged into complete darkness.

She gasped as she felt Garcia’s hands on her face seconds before they were kissing. Trinity’s hands fisted in Garcia’s scrubs, moaning into her mouth. Garcia pinned her back against the shelf with her body, one thigh sliding between Trinity’s legs to press against her throbbing core.

This is happening. Trinity thought to herself, unable to think much further than Garcia’s hands were moving, from her jaw down the front of her chest, fingers untucking her scrubs quickly. Trinity shivered as a large, warm hand spread over her stomach. She made a noise in the back of her throat that Garcia swallowed hungrily, biting at her bottom lip like she wanted to swallow her whole.

“Oh my god-“ Trinity panted into the kiss, rolling her hips down against Garcia’s thigh.

“Cute.” The surgeon laughed, kissing her firmly once more before she attacked Trinity’s neck, kissing and scraping teeth against the soft skin of her throat, clearly wanting to leave marks but knowing better. Trinity wanted her to. She wanted her too so badly she briefly considered begging for it.

“You’re just like I imagined.” Garcia breathed into her ear, her hand sliding up to grope Trinity’s breast. Trinity’s whole body shivered, grinding down harder on Yolanda’s thigh with a desperate whimper. Keep talking- she begged internally, not trusting her voice as Garcia found a spot below the collar of her scrubs and bit down.

“Fuck-“ Trinity gasped, a little too loud, and Garcia grabbed her hard by the hair as she crashed their lips together again, pushing up just right against her and-

The door to the closet slammed open, and Trinity yelped, slamming her head back against the shelf as light filled the small space, illuminating-

Dennis, pulling away from Doctor Robby’s mouth, his hands in their attending’s hair, face red as a tomato as he stared at Trinity, who stared right back. Robby, for his part, immediately released his hold on Dennis’s hips, face similarly flushed as he cleared his throat, straightening his scrubs.

“Yolanda.” He said tightly, glancing at the surgeon who had not taken her hands off of Trinity. “Santos.”

“This spot’s taken.” Yolanda said, voice remarkably calm even as Trinity could feel her pulse hammering.

“I can see that.” Robby said, dragging a hand down his face. “I think maybe we should all get back to work.”

Yolanda sighed, long and slow, and released Trinity from her grip. Trinity scrambled to fix her scrubs, unable to look at anyone other than Dennis. Her roommate nodded, and they both moved to slip past Robby.

Trinity froze when Robby’s hand gripped her shoulder. He glanced between her and Garcia, then back at her. “Not a word, yeah?”

“Goes both ways, Robinavitch.” Garcia piped up before Trinity could stutter through whatever bullshit she was going to say.

“Of course.” Robby said, looking exhausted.

He let Trinity go, and she felt Dennis grab her hand and pull her down the hall. She heard Garcia saying something to Robby, but they didn’t stay long enough to find out what it was.

The rest of the shift passed in a complete blur. She managed not to kill anyone, by the grace of god, but by the time she and Dennis had closed the doors to her car, the silence was too much.

“So..” Dennis began, scratching at the tops of his thighs nervously.

“So.” Trinity said bluntly, staring straight again.

“You and Garcia are finally…?”

“First time. Didn’t get to… yeah.”

Dennis nodded in Trinity’s periphery, glancing out the window.

“You and Robby?”

“Not the first time.” Dennis mumbled. That made Trinity turn, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything, Huckleberry.”

“You fucking…” Dennis swore, crossing his arms.

“You know I’m gonna need details.”

“No fucking way. Not unless you give me some.”

“Unfair.” Trinity said, starting the car with a laugh. “There’s nothing to tell.”

Dennis raised an eyebrow at her, and she scoffed as she pulled out of her spot. “Nothing yet. I promise I’ll tell you everything when there’s something to tell.”

“Fine.” Dennis said, sighing. Then, after a moment: “We’ve been hooking up for like a month.”

“A month?” Trinity laughed, glancing at Dennis and his bright red, huckleberry face as she merged into traffic. “Dennis, we’ve only been here for a month and a half.”

“I know.” He said, crossing his arms. “I was not missing my shot. And to be fair we actually… it was an accident, kind of. He was at this bar I was at with Samira and Princess, they went home, and he was…” she watched Dennis smile to himself. “It was a good night. We’ve never… at work before. Thanks to you we probably never will again.”

“Thanks to me?” Trinity scoffed. “If you’re going to blame anyone, blame Garcia. I didn’t even know there was a closet there.”

“Whatever, Trin. I wasn’t the one humping her thigh in the dark.”

“You would have been humping his thigh.” Trinity grinned, relishing in the flush that rose in Dennis’ cheeks.

“Yeah well… not anymore. I’m never going in that closet again.”

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Incident Two

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Trinity had been on eggshells around Robby for the last two weeks, unable to look her attending in the eye for longer than it took to present a case. She had found herself going to Doctor Al-Hashimi more and more, not just because of the… incident, but also because the older woman seemed to.. like her. Yeah, she had ridden her pretty hard about her charts when she had first arrived, but she had settled, and wasn’t shy about praising her residents about the work they did. Sometimes Trinity just needed assurance, sue her.

Garcia was still around, still eyeing her, still standing too close. They hadn’t had another encounter like the closet, nor had they even talked about it. Trinity didn’t know that there was really anything to talk about. She was into her, Garcia seemed to reciprocate, but it didn’t need to be a thing. Even if she maybe, sort of, kind of wanted it to be.

She had just wrapped up presenting her case in North Three to Doctor Al-Hashimi when she saw Garcia at the other end of the ER. They locked eyes, and Garcia nodded towards the stairwell before she pushed through the double doors.

Fuck yes. Trinity thought, and quickly scanned the ER until her eyes landed on Dennis. She glanced back at Doctor Al-Hashimi, surprised to see her studying her face with that careful, curious expression she always wore.

“Um.. I’m gonna… yeah.” She said, flustered for a moment before she turned and beelined for her roommate.

“Doctor Santos?”

She turned, finding the other attending still watching her, a small smirk on her beautiful face. “Don’t forget to keep up with your charts.”

Trinity scoffed, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. “Right. Got it, boss.” She said, and finally made it across the room to Dennis.

“Huckleberry.” She said, slamming her hands down on the nurses stand. Dennis startled, turning to glare at her. “I need you to cover North Three for me. And Central Fifteen.”

“And why would I do that?” Dennis laughed, glancing around the ER. “Where are you going?”

Trinity leveled him with a stare, and his eyes widened. “Oh shit, really?”

“Really. You wanted details, yeah? I’m going to get you some details.” She grinned. “Thanks Huckleberry, I owe you one!”

“Whatever.” Dennis said, laughing to himself as he watched her all but sprint into the stairwell.

Garcia was waiting for her in a secluded corner at the very bottom of the stairwell. There was almost no foot traffic down here, and they were tucked almost beneath the staircase, out of view. Garcia was leaned up against the wall, watching Trinity make her way over to her.

“Doctor Garcia.” Trinity said, eyes flicking over her body, taking in her relaxed posture and smug expression.

“Doctor Santos. Caught up with your charting?”

“Not even close.” Trinity smirked, rolling her eyes. “But, you know… priorities.”

“I’m a priority, Doctor Santos?” Garcia said, that delicious smile spreading across her face. Trinity felt giddy, and driven by instinct she closed the distance between them, pressing their bodies together against the wall.

“You could be, if you wanted it bad enough.” Trinity hummed, holding Garcia’s gaze as her hands settled on the surgeons hips.

“Oh, I want you bad enough.” Garcia murmured, and Trinity’s heart leapt as she was kissed, one of Garcia’s hands tangling in her hair as the other slid slowly around her waist, keeping her tight against her.

Trinity groaned into the kiss, tension draining out of her with each press of Garcia’s lips. She felt the older woman smirk, a hand sliding south to grab Trinity’s ass. Trinity used this as permission to slide her fingers under Garcia’s scrubs, relishing in every new piece of skin she got to touch. Garcia’s abs… she should have figured, but god they were glorious. She hoped she’d get her mouth on them one day.

“Like them?” Garcia laughed, breaking away as she felt Trinity’s hand linger. Trinity glanced up at her, a challenge in her eyes. Garcia raised an eyebrow, and Trinity licked her lips and pulled her scrubs up.

Trinity can’t remember ever having a thing for abs, but that didn’t matter now, not when Garcia’s goddamn six pack was staring at her. Her mouth watered.

“Gonna do something about it, Doctor Santos?” Garcia challenged, and Trinity paused.

Was she really going to get on her knees in this stairwell and lick Garcia’s abs?

The decision was made for her when she met the older woman’s eyes and saw the hunger there, the same look Trinity had seen in the dim light in the seconds before the closet door closed. Seeing it plainly now, she couldn’t help but debase herself.

She sunk to her knees, keeping her eyes locked on the older doctors. She felt Garcia’s stomach tense as Trinity leaned in to press her lips to the toned skin. The other woman bunched her scrubs up into her hand, holding them up and out of Trinity’s way as her hands returned to Garcia’s hips, leaving hot kisses all across her stomach.

Garcia groaned, head hitting the wall behind her as Trinity bit down on the skin above her hipbone, sucking a bruise into the skin. She could hear her blood rushing in her ears, the thrill of marking this woman almost enough to get her off.

Almost.

Garcia’s free hand gripped Trinity’s ponytail, her hips canting up to meet Trinity’s hungry mouth as she sucked bruise after bruise into her soft skin, biting every once in a while to keep Garcia on her toes. The low hum of the surgeons voice vibrated in Trinity’s skull as she spoke again.

“You’re so pretty on your knees for me.” She said, and Trinity whimpered, eyes falling shut as her lips pressed just above the band of Garcia’s pants. “If we weren’t at work…” Garcia groaned.

“Tell me.” Trinity whined, squeezing the surgeons hips, sliding back to grip her ass and pull her closer. Her teeth sunk into the elastic of her waistband, wishing she could rip them off.

“God, you’re so…” She heard Garcia groan. “The things I would do to you, Santos. I’d have you on your knees for me, I’d fill you with my fingers until you come so hard you pass out.”

Trinity whimpered, giving into her own need and rocking back against her own heel. It didn’t provide half the relief she was looking for, but it was better than nothing. It was over too soon though, as Garcia used her grip on Trinity’s hair to haul her up to her feet, kissing her hard. Trinity moaned into her mouth, spreading her hand out over the surgeons bruise covered abs.

Trinity broke away too soon, moving to mouth at her jaw, shivering as Garcia pressed her lips to Trinity’s ear. “I want to know what you sound like when you cum.”

Trinity’s could swear she could feel her soul vibrating. She was half a second from shoving her hand down Garcia’s pants when-

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!”

Trinity lurched away from Garcia, covering her mouth as she swallowed a yelp. She turned to the side, and seeing no one there, looked up to see Dana, frowning down at them.

“You two can’t do that at home? You’re goddamn doctors, for Christ’s sake.” She said, shaking her head. “Santos, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Whittaker’s been covering your patients but he got called to a trauma, so I’m gonna need you back in the ER where you’re supposed to be.”

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Trinity stammered, wiping her mouth and straightening her hair. Yolanda groaned, tucking her shirt back in and pushing off the wall.

“And you, missy.” Dana clicked her tongue, gaze raking over Garcia disapprovingly. “You get your ass back up to surgery and do not show your face in my ER today unless there’s a goddamn emergency. Distracting the residents, Jesus Christ.” She said, glancing between Trinity’s guilty expression and Garcia’s annoyed one.

“Get it together, Santos. You have lives to save.” She said. Trinity nodded furiously, not bothering to look back at Garcia as she scurried up the stairs. Dana followed her, and Trinity was hyper aware of her gaze on her as they made their way back to the ER. Dana gripped her arm before they passed the door, and Trinity froze, nervously glancing back at the charge nurse.

“Let it roll off your back, kid.” Dana said, squeezing just enough to start to pull Trinity back from the edge of panic. “You think you’re the first person in this hospital to get their rocks off under those stairs?”

“But I didn’t-“

“Santos, relax.” Dana chuckled. “You’re not in trouble, honey. You’re not the first resident I’ve caught down there. What I need from you right now is to take five in the break room, get your head in the game, and finish this shift up. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.” Trinity said, taking a shaky breath.

“You’re okay, yeah? Garcia’s trouble, she’s not afraid of anything, except maybe Walsh and Doctor Shamsi. Just be careful messin’ around with her, got that kid?”

“Yeah. Um… thanks, Dana. Can you maybe not mention this to-“

“Robby? Please. I caught him and Whittaker down there two days ago. He doesn’t need to know anything that’s not related to patient care. Keep your lips zipped though. We have enough drama in this ED.”

“Yes m’am.” Trinity laughed, satisfaction curling in her gut at the thought of interrogating Dennis on their way home.

“Good. Go take five and get back to work.” Dana squeezed her arm again, smiling in that special Dana way, and vanished back into the mess of the ED. Trinity followed a few seconds later, trying not to notice how Al-Hashimi’s eyes lingered on her, eyeing her disheveled appearance.

Later that night, charts done and handoffs given to night shift, Trinity slumped in the driver’s seat of her car, Dennis in the passenger next to her. After a blissful moment of silence…

“Stairwell?”

“Yup.”

“Dana caught you?”

“Uh huh.”

“She give you the ‘we’ve all been there’ speech?”

“You know it.”

“Figures.”

Trinity glanced over at him. “You know, you told me you’d give me details if I did.”

“I did give you details, last time!” He protested.

“Last time yeah, but Dana told me she found you and Robby in that same spot two days ago. Didn’t hear shit about that. You’re such a Fuckleberry.”

“Dana’s a goddamn snitch.” Dennis grumbled. “It wasn’t anything crazy, didn’t think you’d want to know about how good Robby’s-“

“Nope!” Trinity cut him off, starting the engine. “But I do want to know when you see him. Need to know that my Huckleberry’s doing okay.”

“Your Huckleberry?” Dennis laughed, elbowing her as she pulled out. “Awe, Trin, you like me after all.”

“Fuck you.” Trinity grumbled.

“Well, Dana gave you my details, but I need some of yours. You were only gone for like ten minutes.”

Trinity turned red in the face, focusing on the traffic ahead of them. “She has crazy abs.”

“Oh?” Dennis grinned. “Say more.”

“I licked them.”

“What?” Dennis said, his laugh filling the confined space. “No fucking way, Trinity.”

“I literally got on my knees and licked her abs. She’s got hickeys all over.”

“Jesus Christ.” Dennis said, stupid grin on his face as he stared at her in disbelief. “That’s… I mean that’s literally insane, Trinity. Did Dana catch you like that?”

Trinity bit her lip, shaking her head. “No. Thank fucking god.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that one would have gone over as well.” He laughed. “Well, shit. My roommate is a sexual deviant.”

“Oh, says the man fucking his boss who’s like… twenty years older than him.” Trinity scoffed.

“Fuck you! Garcia’s older than you too!”

“Yeah, by seven years. It’s basically appropriate.”

“She’s older than you, a senior resident, and you’re a R2.”

“He is two decades older than you, our attending, and you just graduated med school.”

Dennis pressed his lips together, and Trinity knew she had won. She sighed, leaning over to pat his knee.

“It’s okay, Huckleberry. We’re all adults, and we’d be hypocrites if we had a problem with each other.” Trinity said as they pulled up to their building.

“Yeah.” Dennis sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah.”

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Incident Three

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The next week, Trinity was on edge.

Garcia hadn’t been around as much since the incident with Dana. When she was here, she was in and out, laser focused. It was pissing Trinity off. It had been more than a week since the stairwell, and she had started to notice…

Baran Al-Hashimi.

Her attending had an energy she couldn’t place. A serene calm that radiated from her at all times, her sharp gaze that always seemed to linger on Trinity, the way she always seemed to be there right when Trinity needed her, offering praise and that conspiratorial smile she seemed to save just for her.

It was throwing Trinity off. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to Al-Hashimi, but this thing with Garcia…

“Doctor Santos.”

Trinity blinked, glancing up from her chart to see the attending, smiling down at her. “Doctor Al-Hashimi.”

“Baran, please.” She said, tilting her head slightly as she regarded her. “Trinity.”

A shiver shot down Trinity’s spine. She liked how her name sounded in Doctor- no, Baran’s voice. A voice in the back of her mind wondered what it would sound like from Garcia.

“Um.” Trinity said, remembering she had to speak. “Baran. What did you need? I’m working on my charts, I swear.”

“I was wondering if you’re planning to stay in emergency medicine. I had heard a rumor you were thinking of going into surgery?” Baran said, soft gaze flitting over Trinity’s face. Trinity always got the sense that this woman could read her like a book. It should freak her out, but it did… quite the opposite.

“Um, yeah, I… I haven’t decided. I was thinking of a double residency, maybe. I love it down here, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve always known I’d be a great surgeon.”

Baran’s expression shifted through emotions in real time, and Trinity could see the moment she had uncovered some secret thing about her. It made goosebumps appear on her skin. She bit the inside of her cheek hard as Baran spoke.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact Doctor Garcia is a surgical resident?”

Trinity’s stomach dropped. How the fuck had she known about that? Were they that obvious? Had Dana told? Robby? Dennis?

“Relax, Trinity.” Baran said quickly, laughing softly. “You’re not in any trouble. I had just noticed some… chemistry between the two of you.”

“We-“ Trinity laughed, trying to play it as cool as possible. “It’s nothing really. Call it an office crush.”

“Hm.” Baran hummed. Her voice always did something for Trinity. “Well, this isn’t an office, it’s an emergency department. If you’re going to be… distracted, it should be by someone who’s going to encourage better performance, don’t you think? Yolanda can be… difficult.”

Trinity blinked, mind racing as she processed Baran’s words. “Do you like… know Doctor Garcia?”

Baran’s expression flickered, then she smiled tightly. “Yolanda and I…” she glanced around them, then leaned in over the nurses stand, voice lowering to a whisper. “Yolanda and I were together for a period of time. I know how she can be.” She paused, taking in Trinity’s expression and body language in a second. She smiled sweetly, that mischievous twinkle in her eye that was just for Trinity. “If you’d ever like a more… affirming distraction, I’m always here to teach.”

Then she stood, and Trinity swore she glanced at her lips before she walked away. Her heart was racing. What the fuck was happening to her in this goddamn hospital?

She jumped as her pager rung loudly in her pocket. She grabbed it quickly, putting it to her ear.

“Santos.” She said, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried to focus.

“Doctor Santos.” Garcia. Of course.

“What do you want.” Trinity said flatly.

“Someone’s in a bad mood.” Garcia laughed on the other end of the line.

“What do you want.”

“I want you to come upstairs to surgery. Say I called you up about that tracheal deviation we had this morning. He’s next in line for the OR anyways.”

Trinity bit her lip, glancing around the ED. She could feel Baran’s eyes still on her.

“Fine. Where am I going?”

“South 7, fifth floor.”

Trinity hung up, standing and bracing herself against the nurses station. How the fuck was she going to survive this goddamn shift?

It dawned on her suddenly that the three people she needed to notify about leaving the ED were the three people who already knew about her and Garcia. She dropped her head, cursing her awful fucking luck and poor life decisions.

She opted instead to tell Princess, which in retrospect might have been the worst decision of her career with how that woman gossiped, but she was willing to risk it. The elevator ride to the fifth floor was agonizingly slow, and by the time she was standing outside of South 7, hand hovering over the handle, she had had enough time to think this through.

She had left the Emergency Department to meet a senior resident in an empty room in a quiet hallway in the surgical department and was about to… what? Have a fucking orgasm on the clock? In a department where she didn’t work? With a woman seven years her senior? That was crazy. Actually insane. And yet…

She pushed open the door, closing it behind her with a soft click. She parted the curtain, slipping into the safety of the darkened exam room.

Garcia was typing something on her phone, smiling down at the screen in a way that made some bitter, jealous part of Trinity want to smack it out of her hand. She had called Trinity up here, pulling her away from her never ending duties, the least she could do was be waiting for her.

Garcia glanced up at her as she stepped behind the curtain, and for a moment that genuine smile was directed at Trinity, her heart leaping as it widened upon seeing her. The moment was short lived however, as it soon curled into that sinful smirk that Trinity was accustomed too. She couldn’t bring herself to be too upset.

“Doctor Santos.” Garcia said, reaching out to hold Trinity’s hips, pulling her between her now spread legs. “How kind of you to join me.”

“You’re a freak.” Trinity scoffed, shoving her shoulder. “Calling me away from the ER in the middle of the day to feel me up in some dark surgery room? I don’t know what kind of action you’re looking for, Garcia-“

“I’m happy to share my plan of action with you, Doctor Santos.” Garcia said seriously, a hint of mischief in her eyes as her hands slowly travelled over Trinity’s waist and hips, her eyes searching the younger woman’s expression. “After all, I did call you to consult.”

“Then enlighten me. What’s the case?” Trinity scoffed, but the venom drained from her voice. She hated to admit it, but she was so charmed by the surgeons effortless confidence, the way she never seemed to doubt herself. She was cocky, yes, but so was Trinity. She had no room to judge.

“Twenty eight year old female presents with acute ‘needs to get fucked’ syndrome.” Garcia drawled, the tips of her fingers hooking under the band of Trinity’s scrubs. “Symptoms include elevated heart rate…” she trailed off, using her grip on Trinity’s pants to pull her close enough to press her lips to her carotid pulse, which was hammering traitorously under her skin.

“Shortness of breath…” Garcia continued, and Trinity’s breath caught in her throat as one of Garcia’s hands slid down the front of her pants, fingertips tracing the band of her boxers, lips curling into a smile against her throat.

“And of course, we always check for the most obvious symptom.” She said, kissing up Trinity’s neck to nip at her jaw. “This is a very serious situation, Doctor Santos. Patients have died.”

“Yeah, right.” Trinity nearly giggled, still slightly breathless as she gripped Garcia’s shoulder and one of her stupidly hot buns. “What’s the last symptom, Doctor Garcia?”

Trinity was immediately in over her head as Garcia’s long middle finger traced the seam of her cunt over her boxers, making her hips jump. She felt her fingertip press up against the soaking fabric that covered her hole, and Garcia chuckled into her ear.

“You’re soaking wet for me, Doctor Santos.” She whispered against Trinity’s ear. “I’m afraid you’re positive for this very serious condition.”

“Uh-huh.” Trinity said dumbly, clenching around nothing. “How do you treat it?”

“Lay down for me.” Garcia whispered, and then all touch was gone. She whimpered, whole body hot as she scrambled onto the hospital bed. Garcia was over her in an instant, leaning down to catch her lips in a deep kiss.

Trinity moaned against her mouth, shifting her hips to try and get a good angle on Garcia’s thigh. She felt a sharp nip on her bottom lip. “That’s not what the doctor ordered, Doctor Santos. You’re my patient, yes? I’ll take care of you.”

It shouldn’t, but the words filled Trinity with warmth. She knew it was true, too. Trinity could always count on Garcia to follow through, and her words from last week echoed in her mind; “I want to know what you sound like when you cum.”

“If you want it, you’ll have to be quiet.” Garcia whispered into her mouth. “There are people on this floor, we wouldn’t want to get caught again, hm?”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Trinity whispered, her head hitting the pillow as Garcia’s hand slid back down the front of her pants, cupping her over her boxers, rubbing circles on the ever growing wet spot she found there. “Baran was right.”

Garcia stilled over her, but didn’t stop. After a tense second where Trinity thought she had made a huge mistake, the surgeon laughed, short and breathy.

“She told you, hm? Does that change anything for you?”

Trinity swallowed, hard. “No. It might for you though.”

“Oh?” Garcia cocked an eyebrow, and her fingers started moving again, traveling north towards the place Trinity wanted her most. She tried hard to keep her hips pinned to the cot as Garcia’s middle finger grazed her clit through the soaked fabric of her boxers.

“She offered a more… affirming distraction.” Trinity whispered, breathless. “She insists on first names and- ah - and she thinks you’re difficult.”

Garcia laughed, pulling back just enough to meet Trinity’s gaze. “Do you think I’m difficult?”

“Yes.” Trinity said immediately, and Garcia laughed.

“She’s not wrong. I’d hoped you liked that about me. You’re not the easiest yourself, Doctor Santos, luckily I like you that way.”

Doctor Santos. Trinity wondered again what her first name might sound like… wondered what it would be to moan Garcia’s first name instead of…

“Focus on me.” Garcia whispered against her ear, fingers how playing with the band of her boxers.

Trinity bit down hard on her lip to quiet the desperate noise she made as Garcia’s fingers finally slipped into her boxers, rubbing agonizingly slow circles over her clit. Trinity gripped Garcia’s shoulders as if holding on for dear life. “So soft and easy for me, baby.” Garcia whispered, pressing kisses down her jaw. Trinity whined, arching up into the older woman’s touch. “You’re so wet for me.”

“Yes.” Trinity whispered, rolling her hips up into her hand.

“You wouldn’t get this wet for her, would you pretty thing?” Garcia breathed against her ear. “Don’t get me wrong, Baran is great in bed, but not as good as me. She couldn’t make you feel like this.” Her fingers circled faster, and Trinity was finding it harder and harder to keep her voice down.

“You’ve been so much better for me than she ever was.” Trinity whimpered, hips canting up against Garcia’s hand. “So good for me, so eager to please.” She caught Trinity’s earlobe between her teeth, making her shiver. “Baran would be good to you, sure. She’d be strict, but kind. She tends to… mother. She’s gentle, but I think you like it a little rough, don’t you baby?”

”I do-“ Trinity gasped. Garcia’s fingers were getting lower, slipping through her folds and ghosting over her entrance. “Oh fuck, please, inside, please, I’m close-“

“Oh,” Garcia said, like she had had a revelation. “Oh, so pretty when you beg for it.” Garcia breathed, leaning down to catch her lips again. “You want my fingers?” Trinity nodded frantically, starting to get desperate. Garcia chuckled, kissing her again. It was slower this time, deeper, different enough to catch Trinity off guard, so when two of Garcia’s fingers slid deep into her, it forced a high keening moan out of her, which made Garcia pull away and slap a hand down over her mouth, muffling the sound.

“You want it so bad,” she chuckled, curling her fingers just right as her lips pressed against the shell of her ear.

“Don’t you, Trinity?”

Trinity’s brain exploded as she came with a muffled shout, clenching around Garcia’s fingers, her body arching up into the older woman as Garcia worked her through the aftershocks, removing her hand to swallow the gasping whimpers she was spewing. God she was pathetic, she must look like a slut, getting fucked by a surgeon who used fucking doctor roleplay on her. She can’t even blame Garcia for that one, she was a willing participant. Sue her, it was fucking hot.

The room was still and silent when Garcia finally pulled out of her. The older woman didn’t move, however, leaving Trinity’s scrubs bunched around the tops of her thighs as she pressed her fingers to Trinity’s slightly parted lips. Trinity watched her face light up as she took her fingers into her mouth with ease, eyes falling shut as she cleaned them enthusiastically. She heard Garcia huff, almost a laugh, and she thought she was about to speak, but-

“Jesus fucking Christ, Yolanda.”

Trinity almost choked on the digits in her mouth, which were quickly removed as Trinity’s eyes snapped open and she looked over Garcia’s shoulder to see…

Doctor Emery Walsh. Of fucking course.

“Emery-“ Garcia said, looking nervous for the first time that Trinity had seen. “Fuck, ok, you cannot tell Doctor Shamsi about this.”

“Tell her what? That you’re not scrubbing up right now or that you’re fucking… is that REBOA girl?” Walsh laughed, rolling her eyes. Trinity didn’t have enough rational brainpower at the moment to decide how she felt about being called REBOA girl.

“Fuck, Yolanda, if you wanted to get messy you should have called me off the clock. Your R2 couldn’t wait until after the shift?” Trinity watch Garcia flush. She had moved far away enough from her, angling to protect her modesty so she could fix her pants. Trinity made a mental note to hit the bathroom to clean herself up before she returned to the ER.

“Doctor Santos was just-“

“Oh, Santos.” Walsh said, eyes flitting between the pair of them, sitting like children in time out on the cot. Her eyes locked on Trinity, scanning her in seconds before they landed on Garcia, raising an eyebrow like they both knew something Trinity didn’t. She did not like that feeling. “Doctor Garcia, I think you should go wash your goddamn hands and scrub in for that tracheal deviation. That was your case, yes?” She asked, that last part directed at Trinity.

Trinity swallowed, nodding quickly. “Yes. Yeah.”

“You did well. That’s an extremely difficult airway to achieve.” Walsh said. Then, when Garcia still hadn’t left: “Yolanda, go. Now.” Garcia quickly squeezed Trinity’s thigh before she was up and out of the room, the sound of her footsteps echoing down the hall. Trinity felt dizzy, the last fifteen minutes caching up with her in a major rush, triggered by Garcia’s absence. What the fuck was she doing?

Doctor Walsh turned to regard Trinity, expression deceptively neutral. “She talks about you.” She said, the corner of her mouth quirking up into a playful smirk. “I wish we were meeting under different circumstances. You should probably get that ass back down to the ED, huh?”

Trinity nodded, mouth bone dry as she stood on post orgasm legs. What the fuck. Why did she keep letting this happen at work? Every single fucking time they’d gotten caught. She had to put a stop to this.

“Hey.” Doctor Walsh said to Trinity as she passed, meeting the R2’s eyes sternly. “You be careful with her. She’s trouble, but I think you might be too, so…”

Trinity scoffed, remembering Garcia’s words from that first day. “Yeah, so she says.”

Walsh glanced down the hall, then back to Trinity. “Don’t tell her I said this, but I think she might like you. She never talks about anyone, but we all know you. Trinity, yes?”

Electricity shot down her spine. Garcia was talking about her like that? The surgeons knew her as Trinity? What the hell? Why did that make her feel so warm inside? Jesus, she needed to go home. Maybe she’d fake sick, or make up some lie about her Lola needing help.

Next to her, Doctor Walsh laughed, short and clear. “Okay, I clearly just fucked with your head. Sorry about that, kid. Forget I said anything. Get back to work, and don’t let that orgasm go to waste, yeah? I’ve heard your bedside manner could use a boost.”

-

“Surgery, huh?” Huckleberry said as soon as the doors to the car had closed.

“I’m fucking ruined.” Trinity said, her head hitting the steering wheel.

“Caught again?”

“Walsh.”

“Oh shit.” Dennis snorted. “All your clothes on, I hope?”

“I’m not a fucking animal.” She muttered. “I should have fucking heard her, but I had just cum and Garcia had her fucking fingers in my mouth. I’m literally never going to be able to go into surgery now. Apparently she talks about me.”

“Oh shit?” Dennis repeated, cocking an eyebrow. “Like… how?”

“Walsh knew my name and looked at her like she knew something I didn’t know. She told me like… everyone in surgery has heard about me but she didn’t tell me any context. So logically I’m gonna just stay in the ER for the rest of my career because I’ll kill myself if I go into surgery.”

“Trinity, relax.” Dennis chuckled. “Walsh is cool, I think. She seems cool at least. And don’t joke about hurting yourself, please.”

“Dennis, joking about it is what stops me from doing it.” She sighed, and saw Dennis frown out of the corner of her eye. “This whole day needs to end. Between this and Baran-“

“Woah woah, what? What does Doctor Al-Hasimi have to do with this. Baran?”

Trinity grimaced, weighing her options before she recounted her day for Dennis, step by step. He wanted details, so he was getting details. By the time they arrived home, Dennis was at a loss for words.

“What the fuck is going on with lesbians?” He said to himself, running a hand down his face. “Robby and I are like… having normal sex off the clock and having breakfast and shit. You’re having clandestine meetings in empty exam rooms and the two women who want you are exes?”

“Yup. Lesbianism is…” Trinity laughed dryly. “It’s a level of toxic you couldn’t make in a lab. Be glad you aren’t a part of this.”

Dennis put a hand on her shoulder, nodding seriously. “Trust me, I am.”

-

Incident Four

-

Any self respecting person would have put a hard stop to the hookups at work. If she had self respect, she would tell Garcia that she wasn’t as easy as she was making herself out to be. She would tell her if she wanted to be inside her, it would need to happen off the clock.

But Trinity had wasted the last of her self respect many years ago, which is how she found herself on the counter in the staff room, legs wrapped around Garcia’s waist as the older woman kissed her breathless.

“This is stupid-“ Trinity gasped, unable to pull herself away from the other woman for long enough to catch her breath. Garcia was like a fucking drug.

“Worried about getting caught again?” Garcia replied, biting down on her bottom lip.

“Aren’t you?” Trinity almost laughed, wrapping her arms around Garcia’s shoulders, nails digging into skin over her scrubs.

“No.” Garcia grinned. “Maybe I like people knowing about us.”

About us. Trinity shivered.

“So you’re a voyeur and a pervert.” She said, working her fingers into Garcia’s hair, loosening her bun as the surgeon pressed open mouthed kisses down her neck.

“Guilty as charged. Don’t you like it?”

Trinity exhaled a shuddering breath. She did. She admitted she liked the thrill, but…

Garcia pulled back as Trinity failed to answer, her hands that rested on her hips squeezing lightly.

“You do, don’t you?” Garcia raised an eyebrow, and Trinity saw a flicker of concern pass across her face. Trinity couldn’t keep the smug smile off her face.

“Worried about me now?” She teased, scratching her fingernails against Garcia’s scalp, relishing in the shiver it elicited.

“I’ll be worried if you weren’t into this the whole time.” The surgeon said, her flat done not enough to hide the worry that passed across her expression once more.

“Baby,” Trinity sighed, eyes flitting over her face. “I’m very into this. Trust me,” she said, gaze briefly flitting down to her leg. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”

Garcia’s eyes followed Trinity’s gaze, her brows knitting together for a moment until she put two and two together. Trinity’s cheeks were pink with shame as they locked eyes again.

“Hey.” Garcia frowned, tapping her index finger under Trinity’s chin. “We don’t have to talk about it, but just… let me know, okay? I may be a pervert, but I like my perversion consensual.”

Trinity snorted, shaking her head. “You’re going soft on me, Garcia.”

There was a beat, and Trinity used it to really look at this woman who she’d been… with, she supposed, for the better part of three months now. With was maybe a stretch, but…

Garcia was taller than her, and strong. Not just physically, but her countenance was that of someone who had learned long ago to shut off the more tender emotions in favor of stoicism. That mentality kept them safe, especially in their line of work. Trinity should know. Despite this, she had found herself wondering recently what Garcia looked like when she was at ease. She wondered if she wasn’t getting a taste of it now, with the way Garcia was looking at her, the way Trinity could feel her shoulders slowly relaxing as they shared breath.

“Yolanda.”

Trinity blinked, confused for a moment before Garcia spoke again.

“Yolanda.” She said, and in a shocking moment of tenderness, she leaned forward and bumped their foreheads together. “Trinity.”

Trinity could feel her heart in her throat. Was she getting in over her head? Was there something real here? What had even happened to lead them to this moment?

Trinity decided she didn’t need to figure that out right now. Stay in the moment. she reminded herself.

“Yolanda.” She said, unable to keep a smile from her face. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

To Trinity’s delight, Yolanda’s cheeks darkened, her eyes flickering around Trinity’s face, trying to find her footing in this new emotional terrain.

“Yeah, okay.” She said, sliding her hand into the soft hair at the nape of Trinity’s neck. “So says Trinity. Never would have expected that.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Trinity said, wrinkling her nose. Yolanda laughed, leaning in to kiss the hinge of her jaw.

“I don’t know.” She said, voice vibrating against her skin. “Thought you’d have a more… severe kind of name.” another kiss, just below her jaw. Trinity tipped her head back, giving her more room as her fingernails slid across her scalp again, making the surgeon groan into her skin.

“But Trinity…” Yolanda purred, sending heat through the younger woman’s body. “So pretty, just like you.” She said, nipping at her collarbone. Trinity whimpered, pulling her closer with a heel to the small of her back. “I love to say it.” Yolanda admitted. “Trinity,” a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “Trinity,” one to her chin.

“Trinity…” She breathed, before their lips crashed together, Trinity breathless from her words alone as she sought to devour Yolanda, leaning hard into the kiss, and-

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Both their heads snapped to the side to see fucking Frank Langdon standing in the doorway, a horrified and embarrassed look on his face. Trinity scowled, and Yolanda’s lip curled into a sneer.

“Enjoying the view?” Yolanda scoffed, shifting slightly to obscure Trinity from his sight. “We’re busy.”

“I just wanted some coffee.” Langdon said stupidly. “I’m gonna… go. Yeah. Sorry.”

He was gone in an instant, the door clicking shut behind him. Trinity let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, staring at the floor. Yolanda squeezed her hip again, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek.

“You okay?”

Trinity could almost ignore the fluttering of her heart at the words. “Yeah. You know about him… yeah.”

“Are we done for the day?” Yolanda asked, running her fingers through Trinity’s hair.

Trinity bit her lip, glancing at the door and back to Yolanda. She smiled slowly as she made a decision, pulling her in again.

“Not even close.”

-

“Langdon?” Dennis said, tossing his bag in the backseat.

“Don’t wanna talk about him.” Trinity said, huffing as she started the car.

“Ok so…? What else?”

“Well… Yolanda said-“

”Yolanda?” Dennis grinned.

“Shut the fuck up.” Trinity said, cheeks flushed. “She was like… so sweet today. She like…” she briefly touched the spot on her forehead where Yolanda’s had rested. “I think I really like her and it’s freaking me out.”

“She likes you too, doesn’t she? Like what Walsh said?”

Trinity bit her lip. “I don’t know. I don’t wanna jinx anything.”

“You won’t jinx.” Dennis said, nudging her shoulder. “Just… see what happens, yeah? You never know.”

-

Incident Five and a Half

-

“Advance towards the contralateral nipple.” Baran’s calm voice said, just over Trinity’s shoulder.

Trinity breathed deeply as she slowly fed the chest tube between the ribs of the woman on the table. Tension pneumothorax, very serious, but Trinity had caught it in time. She had caught it, and got to do a chest tube. She never got tired of these.

She did as Baran instructed, until the she felt the air on the exterior of the right lung begin to suction through the tube. With a few quick stitches and some sterile gauze, the patient’s vitals were significantly more stable than they had been moments ago. Trinity breathed a quiet sigh of relief, stepping back to let Perlah do her work.

She disposed of her gloves and gown with practiced ease, flexing her fingers as she came down from the adrenaline of a trauma. Stepping out of Trama Two and back into the ER, she jumped as she felt a presence very close to her side.

She turned, expecting a surprise visit from Yolanda, but instead found Baran. Her pulse kicked into overdrive. Here we go.

She had undeniable feelings for Yolanda. The surgeon had been in the ER a bit more than normal, her touches lingering, her gaze softer, the press of her body against Trinity’s side in a trauma warm and welcoming instead of anxiety inducing. It was a welcome change, and Trinity was growing fonder and fonder of her by the day. But then…

Baran, always around her, always just over her shoulder with a soft word or a reassuring touch; touches that had begun to linger and move, from her shoulder down to the small of her back. She always held that conspiratorial smile, a twinkle in her eye just for Trinity. She never pushed, never overstepped, but toed the line just enough to let Trinity know she was still interested.

The problem was that Trinity was confused. She did like Baran. A lot, actually. She hadn’t expected to, but she very much did. The attending was beautiful, smart, kind, and direct in a way that Trinity found so refreshing. In another world, Trinity would have been all over that.

But Yolanda. Yolanda, who gave affection so rarely, which made the intimacy they’d been building over the last few months so delicious, who’s strong arms held her just right, who said her name like a prayer now. Whose trust she’d been earning so painstakingly. Yolanda, who was always on her mind.

“Trinity.” said Baran, and Trinity blinked and realized they were still standing outside of trauma two. Lock in.

“Yes?” She said, glancing at the older woman as she started further into the ED.

“Well done with that chest tube.” Baran said, falling into step beside her. “That was a difficult placement. You handed it well.”

Trinity smiled, just a bit. Baran’s voice… her ‘T’ sounds were so soft and pronounced, the cadence of her words tumbling off her tongue like music. She always seemed to know exactly what she was about to say. And the way she said her name… Trini-tee. S-AH-ntos. It filled her with warmth every time.

“Thanks.” She said, shaking off her thoughts. She couldn’t get behind on her charting again. Charting was definitely what she wanted to be doing right now. Certainly not…

“I was wondering if you could join me in the hall for a moment.” Baran said, suddenly in front of her. Trinity stopped, blinking at her as Baran stared, head tilted ever so slightly as she studied the R2.

“Um.. yeah, sure.” Trinity said, and she had barely gotten the words out before Baran had turned and begun to make her way towards the back hall.

What am I getting myself into? She thought to herself as she followed her attending into the dimly lit hall.

Baran stopped a way down the corridor, in a slightly darker patch. The low light made her dark eyes sparkle, and Trinity became very aware of why she was here. Did she want to do this?

Yes. She’d regret it if she didn’t, at least once. There was nothing… super serious about her and Yolanda.

Yet. that annoying voice in her mind reminded her.

“Trinity.” Baran said, stepping further into Trinity’s eye line. “I wondered if you had given any thought to my… proposal.”

Trinity swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “I’ve been thinking about it.”

Baran smiled, soft and sharp at the same time. Trinity shivered, feeling suddenly like a prey animal. It shouldn’t be doing anything for her… but.

“And what are your thoughts?” Baran said, taking a half step closer. Trinity was very aware of the wall behind her, just a step away.

“I think it’s an appealing offer.” She said quietly, unable to break Baran’s eye contact. “I usually go for women who are a little less…” Trinity laughed, her chest tight as Baran took another small step towards her. “Affirming.”

Baran’s eyes twinkled. “That much is clear. Let me be blunt, Trinity.” She said, and Teinity’s breath caught in her throat. “I’d like to kiss you. Is that something you’d like?”

Trinity felt hot all over. There was something happening in this hospital. Propositioned twice in this very hallway, by two very different older women who were exes. She couldn’t have made this shit up even if she tried.

She hadn’t realized she’d taken another step back until her back hit the wall, with Baran keeping a respectable distance between them now. She spoke again, voice low.

“Please tell me if I’ve overstepped, Trinity. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, especially considering your… arrangement with Yolanda.”

“No, it’s-“ Trinity said, finding her voice finally. “No, yes. I want you too.”

Baran’s smile stretched wider even as her expression softened, and she took a bigger step towards her, closing the gap between them, hands easily resting on Trinity’s hips.

“You want me to what?”

“Jesus, no wonder you and Yolanda didn’t work out.” Trinity huffed. She was deflecting, and it was obvious, but the similarities between the two women were glaringly apparent to her now. She could see how they would complement each other, she’d seem them work together, but the way in which they approached intimacy was as similar as it was polar opposite. The juxtaposition made Trinity’s head spin.

“Words, Trinity. Verbal consent is very important to me.”

Trinity’s stomach flipped, remember Yolanda in the break room. This was not that.

Focus.

“I’d like you to kiss me.” She said, eyes darting between Baran’s eyes and her lips. “Please.” She added, just in case.

“So polite.” Baran hummed, gaze flitting over Trinity’s flustered expression. “I think I’ll grant your request.”

Trinity had half a second to process her statement before she was being kissed. Baran’s lips were soft and insistent against hers, and Trinity felt lightheaded immediately. One of Baran’s hands came up to lightly cup her jaw, angling her head just right as she kissed her, gentle and close mouthed, exploring. Trinity felt like she was on fire.

She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she just grabbed the front of that damn LuLuLemon jacket and pulled her closer, parting her lips to deepen the kiss.

She was pushed back more firmly into the wall, breaking the kiss. “Trinity…” Baran chuckled, her thumb rubbing over Trinity’s cheek. “I appreciate that you’re eager, but I’m asking you to take my lead. Will you do that for me?”

Trinity shivered. “Yes.”

“Good.” Baran said, and leaned in again. Trinity breathed with her this time, slowing everything down. This was so different than the desperation she felt around Yolanda. Everything was heightened by their pace, every shift of Baran’s body against her lighting her up. She let her hands relax, smoothing up over the attending’s shoulders, letting her fingers explore the soft hair at the base of her neck. Baran hummed against her lips at this, so Trinity let her fingers tangle there.

Finally, she felt Baran’s tongue swipe against her bottom lip. She parted her lips eagerly, and Baran deepened their kiss. Trinity moaned quietly into her mouth, wrapping her arms tighter around her, desperate for the warmth of her to be closer.

She wasn’t sure how long they kissed for, but she found herself lost in Baran; the taste of her, the smell of her, like jasmines and petrichor. She could easily have stayed there for the rest of her shift, enjoying her gentle caresses and slow kisses.

When they broke away, Trinity was breathless and flushed, eyes slightly unfocused as she opened them, adjusting to light again. Baran was still close to her, lips kiss bitten and eyes dark. Trinity realized she would gladly let this woman eat her alive, if that’s what she wanted.

“Thank you, Trinity.” She said, her voice low and velvety smooth. “I’ve been wanting to do that, at least once.”

“Me too.” Trinity admitted. Baran smiled, brushing some hair away from Trinity’s eyes.

“That’s good to hear. I was considering a cocktail after work today, if you’d care to join me.”

Trinity bit her lip. This was a date she was being asked on. And a date meant something more serious. Something she’d have to have a conversation with Yolanda about. Because they were…

Not together. But they were something. Something that made guilt curl in Trinity’s gut as she thought about the surgeon.

“I’ll think about it.” She finally said, hating how small her voice sounded.

“Good. Do.” Baran said, smiling softly at her. “Whatever you decide is alright by me. I would have hated to let you slip by me thought, not without… getting a taste, so to speak. Thank you, Trinity.”

Trinity felt her face flush, and she shrugged. “I feel… similarly.“ she said.

Baran just smiled again, brushing fingertips over her cheek once more as she stepped back. “Back to work soon, Doctor Santos.” She said, winked at her, then walked away. Trinity let her head hit the wall, sighing deeply as she heard the double doors swing open and closed.

What had she gotten herself into?

-

The energy in Trauma One was palpable as Yolanda positioned the counter traction carefully around the patient on the table. The patient was sedated and stable - oxygen at 99%, BP 116/78, EFAST negative with a strong radial pulse. The issue was clearly the head of the humerus bone protruding from his body. Luxatio Erecta, an open dislocation.

The other issue was that Trinity was irrigating the hell out of the exposed joint while Yolanda prepped countertraction and Baran stood at the foot of the bed beside Robby, expression steely. Yolanda was shooting looks at her every few minutes, something in her eyes and the set of her jaw that Trinity didn’t have time to unpack right now.

“Santos, traction please.” McKay said from behind her, nodding to Trinity to assist Yolanda as the surgeon wrapped the fabric tightly around her fists. Trinity swallowed back saliva that pooled in her mouth at the sight of Yolanda’s biceps flexing. Not the time. Focus.

She stabilized the torso, and with a nod to Yolanda, the surgeon put a foot up on the table and began to pull, hard.

“It’s not reducing.” McKay mumbled, clicking her tongue. Trinity glanced around the room; Yolanda still pulling, Baran all but glaring at her as she did.

“It’s not reducing because this procedure should be done in the OR.” Baran said, her tone sharp and critical. Trinity shivered. She had had Baran in the hallway, this was Doctor Al-Hashimi.

“I am the OR.” came Yolanda’s quick retort, not even bothering to glance at the attending. Trinity hoped the flush that rose to her cheeks at those words wasn’t noticeable. Sue her, competence was hot.

“Okay, stop.” Robby said, glancing between the three women with an expression that told Trinity he knew there was something happening, but he didn’t want to know. Yolanda released the counter traction, breathing fast, and looked at Baran. Their eyes met, animosity obvious between them, and Trinity had a traitorous fantasy about being in between that animosity. Mmm… that’s one for later.

“Doctor Santos, I want you to get four fingers under the head, please.” Robby said, circling the table to stand behind Trinity.

She felt more than saw Baran and Yolanda’s heads snap to stare at her. Jesus fucking Christ. If Yolanda made her try and take four fingers in a storage closet because of this, she was going to kill her.

“Um… really? Like seriously?” Trinity said, pointedly not looking at the other women in the room. She could feel McKay behind her, trying to get a read on the energy.

“Yes, seriously. When Garcia provides counter traction, you lift up and it should convert to an anterior dislocation and we can get him up to surgery. Quickly, please.”

Trinity took a deep breath, glancing quickly up at Yolanda, who nodded, gaze landing on Trinity’s hand as she slowly worked four fingers under the bone. “Ok, I’m good.”

Yolanda exhaled quickly through her nose, wrapping the fabric around her fists again. “Okay, and… go.”

She pulled hard again, and Trinity lifted, and with a soft pop, the bone slipped back under the skin. Trinity pulled her fingers back just in time, grinning triumphantly.

“Perfect. Good job, Doctor Santos. Prep for transfer.”

Trinity stripped her gloves off, pulse hammering as the nurses wheeled the patient out of the room and up to surgery. She moved towards the door, but (just her luck) found herself barred by Yolanda and Baran.

She sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Okay, what the hell.”

“So quick to assume there’s an issue, Trinity.” Baran laughed, and Trinity caught the shocked, infuriated glare Yolanda shot her at the use of her name. “You did well. You’re very cool under pressure. In the absence of ortho, that was the best we could have done.”

“Oh, now it’s a good thing we did it here, huh?” Yolanda laughed bitterly. “You’re so full of it, Baran.”

“I was speaking to Trinity.” Baran said coolly, her gaze sliding over to Yolanda.

“And I was speaking to you. You’ve been here for what, a few months? You still don’t have a fucking clue how this ER works.”

“And you do? Last I checked, Yolanda, you were a surgeon, not an emergency doctor.”

“You know what, Baran, you can shove your-“

“Jesus!” Trinity interrupted, dragging a hand down her face. “You both need to fucking calm down. If there’s not an issue, I have other patients and charts to catch up on so move and figure out your weird ex girlfriend bullshit yourselves.” She snapped.

Both women stared at her, eyes wide. Her heart was hammering in her throat, and the image of them both came back to her. She shook her head to clear it away.

“I need to speak to Trinity.” Yolanda said finally, meeting Trinity’s eyes. “Regarding a case we had this morning.”

“Oh really.” Baran said dryly, glancing between them. “You’re free to do so here.”

“I’d rather not.” Yolanda said, not looking at the attending. “Trinity?”

“Fine. I’m over whatever this is.” She sighed, turning towards the back hallway. Yolanda fell into step with her, and Trinity shivered as she felt a possessive hand on the small of her back as they walked away, still feeling Baran’s gaze burning a hole in the back of her head.

The back hallway, again. She’d never be able to be back here again, she decided. Yolanda paused in a quiet corner, turning to box Trinity in against the wall.

“Is there something I should know about?” She said, eyes dark with anger.

“I don’t know, is there?” Trinity replied, crossing her arms. “What have you heard?”

“Nothing. But whatever the fuck that was is telling me something happened. I’d like to know about it.”

“Why? It’s not like we’re together.” Trinity snapped. She was too tired, emotionally and physically, for whatever Yolanda was trying to do.

That seemed to land with Yolanda, whose expression flickered. She pressed her lips into a tight line, taking a small step back.

“Okay.” She said, tone carefully neutral.

Trinity sighed, guilt immediately curling in her gut. The same guilt that had been simmering since this morning. Fuck.

“We just kissed. Nothing else. She asked me to drinks tonight and I said I’d think about it. I don’t think I’m actually gonna go.”

Trinity watched Yolanda carefully as the surgeon absorbed the words, several emotions passing across her face as the silence settled between them.

“Okay.” She said again, pressing her palms to the tops of her thighs. Nervous tick, Trinity thought. Her one tell.

“Okay. It’s not serious, Yolanda. She’s been flirting, she’s hot, and.. we aren’t together.”

“And if we were?”

Trinity’s stomach dropped. If they were?

“I wouldn’t have done it.” Trinity answered honestly. “But…”

“Don’t say it again.” Yolanda said tightly. She glanced down the hall, eyes landing on the door to that fucking storage closet. “Come with me.”

Trinity should have stayed put. She really should have gone back to work. She should have, but instead she followed Yolanda to the closet, stepping inside after Yolanda and waiting for the darkness to envelop them.

She expected heat, the desperate press of lips that came so easily to them, but instead, there was stillness. In the dark, she could hear Yolanda’s breath, coming quickly. Instinctively, she reached out to find her waist, fingers curling into the fabric there. Yolanda stepped towards her easily, until her back gently bumped the back wall.

“I don’t want you to do that again. With her.”

“Okay.” Trinity said easily, and she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears.

“Or with anyone. I don’t like to share.”

“I know.”

Silence. Trinity wished she could see Yolanda’s face.

“She’s a very different woman than I am.” Yolanda said quietly, her hands settling on Trinity’s hips. “I’m… difficult.”

“I know.” Trinity repeated, a small smile on her lips. “So am I.”

“No, you’re not.” Yolanda whispered, and Trinity felt her head fall down onto her shoulder. She all but melted at the raw intimacy of the moment, letting her cheek rest against Yolanda’s hair as they breathed together.

“You aren’t difficult, Trinity.” She mumbled. “You’re passionate. You have a past and I don’t know about it yet but I’ve seen you use it to really help your patients. You’re confident because you know you can back up any cocky thing you say. Anyone who’s called you difficult is a fucking idiot.”

Trinity exhaled shakily, feeling tears gathering behind her eyes. “You don’t have to-“

“It’s how I feel.” Yolanda cut her off. “If I judged you for not being the most emotionally available or mature person in the world, I’d be a huge fucking hypocrite.”

Trinity couldn’t say anything to that. Instead she closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around Yolanda’s back. Yolanda turned her face into Trinity’s neck, breathing deeply.

She was so fucked. She had feelings. Real, serious feelings. How had she gotten here? Well, she knew. In this damn storage closet, she had started to fall in love with this infuriating, intoxicating, soft, kind, beautiful woman. It was all too much, it wasn’t enough.

“If you want her, just tell me.” Yolanda mumbled. “She’s… she gets the fuck under my skin but she wasn’t… she wasn’t the issue with us. Mostly.”

“Yolanda.” Trinity mumbled, stroking her hair in the dark. “I don’t want her. I want you.”

Yolanda raised her head, and she felt her forehead bump against hers.

“Yeah?” She whispered.

“Yes.” Trinity replied, holding her face in both hands. She could feel the tension in her jaw, had felt it in her shoulders. Without having to look her in the eye, the surgeon as able to say things she would have struggled to otherwise. Trinity understood, better than Yolanda knew. Some things were best confessed in the dark.

“Don’t go to drinks.” Yolanda said softly, and Trinity could feel her breath ghosting across her cheek. She smelled like the ocean, something salty and fresh and cool. Trinity smiled, stroking thumbs across Yolanda’s cheeks. Her pulse had slowed, comfort and ease replacing tension and fear. She felt warm.

“Come to my place. After work. Come home with me, Trinity. Please.”

In answer, Trinity leaned in. Her lips met Yolanda’s softly, almost tentative. It was, Trinity supposed, their first time. Not their first kiss, but maybe their first real one. Yolanda met her, wrapping her arms around her waist to hold her closer.

Trinity pulled back after a moment, then leaned in again, closed mouth kisses pressed to warm, waiting lips. Her whole body felt lighter than air, the thrill of their feelings finally being spoken aloud had her floating. Yolanda’s arms wrapped around her, Yolanda’s shampoo filling her nose, Yolanda’s house, when this shift was over.

She was so wrapped up in Yolanda that she barely noticed or cared as the damned closet door opened again. Light flooded in, and Yolanda kissed her again, lingering for too long before they both turned to see Baran standing in the doorway, deep frown on her beautiful face.

Guilt crawled up Trinity’s throat. She didn’t love being a part of the reason her attending looked like that. She knew Baran to be kind and professional, she wasn’t worried about this affecting their work, but…

“She’s busy tonight.” Yolanda said, and Trinity flushed. She felt Yolanda’s hands curl possessively into the fabric of her scrubs.

“I can see that.” Baran said, glancing at Trinity. “Please finish up here, we need Trinity back to work.” A pause, and then- “Good game, Yolanda.” Then she was gone. The darkness wrapped around them again, and Trinity had to laugh.

“You get that it’s crazy that you’re exes, yes?”

“You get that it’s crazy that you’re fucking exes?”

“I’m only fucking you, Yolanda.” Trinity reminded her, and she felt Yolanda smile as she pressed their lips together again.

“Oh yeah, that’s right.” She mumbled, squeezing Trinity’s ass playfully. “I won.”

“God, you’re the worst.” She laughed, catching her lips again. “You know, down the line, I wouldn’t mind getting in between the two of you.”

Yolanda scoffed, nipping at her lip. “You’re trouble, Trinity.”

“I’m your trouble.” Trinity grinned. “And you didn’t say no.”

“Not anytime soon. I want you all to myself.” Yolanda whispered into her ear, kissing her jaw. “I’m greedy.”

“Mm, I know.” Trinity giggled, turning to press her face into Yolanda’s shoulder. “We should get back to work.”

“Yeah, we should.” Yolanda said, but made no move to pull away.

“Seriously.” Trinity nipped at her shoulder. “Sooner we get back to work, the sooner we’re out of here.”

She felt Yolanda smile against her neck. “Great point. Meet me in the parking lot. Give Whittaker your keys, you’re driving with me.”

“Hot.” She laughed. Yolanda pulled away, and Trinity missed her immediately. The light of the hallway was blinding as they emerged. Yolanda turned towards her, and now Trinity could see the flush in her cheeks and the twinkle in her eye. She looked so… happy. Trinity had made her happy.

“I’ll see you later, Doctor Santos.” Yolanda said, smile playing at her lips.

“Later, Doctor Garcia. Go save some lives.”

-

The shift was over. Trinity had breezed through night shift handoffs, feeling like she was walking on clouds. She caught Dennis by his locker, leaning up against them as he shrugged on his jacket. She held her keys out to him, grinning wildly.

“Huh?” Dennis said dumbly, taking the keys.

“Take my car home. I’m off tomorrow and I won’t be back until then probably.”

“Why-“ Dennis’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh shit, seriously?”

“Yep.” Trinity said, almost shaking from excitement. “Huckleberry, we are so back. I mean fuck it, you can have Robby over if you want. Do whatever the hell you want. Today is the best day in human history.”

Dennis laughed. “Tell that to the multiple heat strokes and amputations we had today. But shit, Trin, I’m really happy for you. Can Robby really come over?”

“Just don’t go in my room and you do whatever you want.” Trin nodded, unable to stop smiling. “I gotta go, Yolanda’s waiting on me.”

“Go, girl!” Dennis laughed, but caught Trinity’s hand before she walked away. He pulled her back, wrapping her up in a tight hug. Any other day, she might have tensed up, or made some stupid joke, but today she just hugged him back.

“I’m really glad you’re my friend, Dennis.” She mumbled into his shoulder. He pulled away, grinning stupidly.

“Woah, Dennis? What did you do to my Trinity?”

“She’s about to go sleep with her girlfriend.” Trinity grinned, saluting him. He saluted back, laughing as Trinity turned and all but ran out to the parking lot.

It was gonna be a good night.

-

The First Time

-

Yolanda’s car was nice. Expensive, sleek, surprisingly comfortable. The ride back to her place was… relaxed. Yolanda let her play her music and kept one hand on her thigh the whole drive. Trinity kept her hand overtop Yolanda’s, resting her head on the window, unable to wipe a smile off her face.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was in Yolanda’s car, on the way back to her place. They might be together.

Yolanda opened the door for her when they parked. Trinity felt dizzy with excitement as they walked into the building, hand in hand. In the elevator, Yolanda tugged her close, pressing a kiss to her head.

Discovering how tactile Yolanda was had to be the best thing Trinity had ever had the pleasure of learning. The constant points of contact when they were alone were such a stark contrast to how aloof and distant she was at work. Even as she unlocked her door, she kept her hand in Trinity’s, thumb moving across the younger woman’s knuckles.

Her apartment was gorgeous. It was surprisingly cozy, warm browns with splashes of color all over. There was a colorful quilt on the couch, splashes of red and yellow and green all over the tiled kitchen, and stained glass lamps lit the space, casting a warm, multicolored glow. Large window provided a gorgeous view of Pittsburgh from the nineteenth floor of her building. The city sparkled as they stepped inside, and Trinity was stunned by how real this was. This was Yolanda’s home.

“Shoes off.” Yolanda said, squeezing Trinity’s hand before letting go, stepping inside to set her bag down, walking towards the living space. Trinity toed her shoes off, nearly in a trance as she watched Yolanda move through her apartment, watched her reach up and undo the hair-ties and pins keeping those two stupid buns in place. The first curl that sprung loose kicked Trinity into gear. She dropped her coat and bag next to Yolanda’s, following her towards the couch.

“Can I?” Trinity asked as they hit the couch, glancing at Yolanda’s loose bottom bun. The older woman raised an eyebrow, but nodded, turning and scooting back towards Trinity so she could finish the job.

Trinity bit the inside of her cheek to suppress the giddy smile that threatened to take over her face. She began pulling pins away, undoing the ties and scratching her nails against Yolanda’s scalp as she was able. Yolanda sighed contentedly, resting her hand on Trinity’s knee and squeezing.

“I’ve been trying to these damn buns out for weeks.” Trinity said as the last pin was out. Yolanda sat up, shaking her head to loosen the curls, dragging a hand through her hair as she turned to Trinity, who was staring, slightly slack jawed.

Yolanda had always been beautiful, but this was something else entirely. Beautiful ringlets framed her face, softening sharp features. She looked so lovely, it took her breath away. She tilted her head, smirking at Trinity.

“Worth the wait?”

Trinity just nodded, reaching forward to brush some hair from her face, letting her fingers trail down her cheek.

“I feel crazy.” She blurted suddenly, letting her hand drop to Yolanda’s knee. “I’m so… you make me feel crazy.” She laughed. “I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe this is happening.”

Yolanda smiled then, soft and genuine. She moved closer and grabbed Trinity’s hips, easily shifting her into her lap. Trinity laughed, bracing herself on Yolanda’s shoulders.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I’m not always good about… expressing myself. But thinking about…” she frowned, searching for her words. “Thinking about you with someone else. Anyone else. It made me so… sad. And angry.”

Warmth filled Trinity as Yolanda spoke. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple, carding her hands through her hair. Yolanda’s tactile nature had unlocked her own, but even so, she marveled at how easy it was to be so casually intimate with Yolanda so quickly. The dam had burst all at once, it seemed, and Trinity couldn’t bring herself to be upset.

“Walsh told me you talk about me.” She hummed, admiring Yolanda’s face as she spoke. “Is that true?”

Yolanda’s cheeks darkened, and she nodded once. “Guilty.”

“You wanna elaborate on that?”

“Not especially.” Yolanda chuckled. “It makes me look desperate.”

“Oh, well now you have to tell me.”

Yolanda rolled her eyes, leaning her head back against the couch cushions. “Emery needs to learn to keep shit to herself.” She grumbled. “I talk about… how good of a doctor you are. How you drive me crazy. I may have mentioned to Emery the specifics of our… encounters.”

Trinity laughed, shaking her head. “Well Huckleberry knows all of that too, so we’re even.” She said, and Yolanda looked back up at her, expression open and warm.

Trinity felt like melting. “You’re a huge fucking softie, Yolanda.” She said, incredulous. “You’ve really been holding out on me.”

“Oh yeah?” Yolanda grinned, tilting her head in that way she had. “You like it?”

“Very much.” Trinity said. “I think you’re better at expressing yourself than you think you are. You just need a little time. I’m the same way.”

“Or maybe I just needed you.” Yolanda hummed, and Trinity’s heart felt like it was going to burst.

“That was sickeningly romantic.” She said, pulling a face to disguise her stupid smile. “What happened to Doctor Garcia?”

“She doesn’t live here.” Yolanda grinned. “You’ll have to make do with Yolanda.”

“Mm, I think we can make that work.” She said, and finally dipped down to kiss her.

This angle was heaven. Her fingers curled in the hair at the nape of Yolanda’s neck, her other hand cupping her jaw as they kissed lazily, Yolanda’s hands smoothing over her waist under her loose t-shirt. Trinity thought she could probably kiss Yolanda forever.

“Trinity.” Yolanda breathed after god knows how long, squeezing her waist. Trinity pulled back, licking her lips. Seeing Yolanda as she opened her eyes, hair splayed out over warm brown cushions, pupils blown and lips swollen from their kiss, Trinity wanted, and this time she was going to get what she wanted.

“Bedroom.” Trinity said, and Yolanda nodded. Trinity stood, Yolanda after her, and their fingers interlocked as Yolanda pulled her towards the hallway. The windows continued here, the twinkling skyline of Pittsburgh lighting their way as they walked towards an open door at the end of the hall.

Yolanda’s room was spacious, with a queen sized bed in the center, against another wall of windows. Yolanda was everywhere here; photos on the walls and any available surfaces, clothes balled up on the floor here and there, that cool ocean smell mixing with warm, sweet incense. Trinity stepped inside, looking around curiously. After a moment, she looked back to Yolanda, who was standing in the doorway, staring.

“Everything okay?” Trinity asked.

“More than.” Yolanda smiled. “It’s just crazy that you’re in my room. I don’t… bring people here, usually.”

Trinity bit back a grin. “Oh yeah? Do you have feelings for me, Yolanda?” She teased, sitting down at the end of the bed. She watched Yolanda’s eyes track her movements, expression growing hungrier by the seconds.

“Mm, you could say that.” She said, and stepped towards her, kneeling on the plush carpet at the foot of the bed. She spread her hands out over Trinity’s thighs, fingers curling into the fabric of her sweatpants. Trinity’s breath caught, meeting Yolanda’s eyes.

“I want to eat your pussy.” Yolanda said, palms sliding up her thighs. Trinity felt faint.

“Words, Trinity, or you get nothing.” Yolanda said, and there was the voice, the one that called Trinity good and talked her through it as she came undone on her fingers. The voice now speaking to her from her knees, asking to taste her

“Yes.” Trinity breathed. “Please, god, please.”

Yolanda smiled and hooked her fingers under the band of her pants. Trinity lifted her hips, allowing herself to be undressed. She kept her eyes on Yolanda, watching her face as each inch of pale skin was bared to her. Trinity had the realization that Yolanda hadn’t seen her leg in the very second the surgeons eyes landed on the scars there.

“We don’t have to talk about it now.” Yolanda said quickly, returning her gaze quickly to Trinity’s. “But what are you comfortable with?”

Embarrassingly, Trinity felt tears welling up in her eyes. No partner had ever asked her that. Usually her scars were ignored entirely, or she got an earful about ‘not doing that to herself.’ The warmth and honest curiosity in Yolanda’s voice was overwhelming.

“Sorry-“ Trinity hiccuped, covering her face and looking away, furiously wiping her eyes. She felt Yolanda shift, rising on her knees to turn Trinity back to her.

“Don’t apologize, Trinity.” She said, and Trinity glanced at her. Her brow was knit together, a frown on her face as she wiped Trinity’s tears away as they fell. “Baby, you didn’t do anything. Talk to me.”

“I don’t do it anymore.” She whispered, eyes anywhere but Yolanda. “Or I try not to. It’s just-“

“You don’t need to explain, Trinity.” Yolanda said softly, catching her chin and forcing Trinity to meet her gaze. “I just don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Will you tell me what you’re okay with? Please?”

Trinity swallowed, taking deep breaths. “Anything is fine. I’m not like… I just don’t want you to think less of me.”

“I would never do that.” Yolanda said, and Trinity believed her. Sensing the shift, Yolanda leaned in and pulled Trinity against her chest, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Trinity buried her face in Yolanda’s neck, breathing deeply.

“I killed the mood.” Trinity mumbled, and Yolanda’s laugh reverberated through her, making her shiver.

“You absolutely did not. I’m still going to eat you out, don’t you worry.”

Trinity laughed, shaking her head and pulling back from her. “Take your clothes off, then.”

“Bossy.” Yolanda said, raising an eyebrow. “Say please.”

Trinity bit back a smile. “Please take your clothes off.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Yolanda stood, and Trinity watched with rapt attention as she stripped her clothes off. Shirt, pants, then bra, and Trinity’s mouth watered as she got an eye full of Yolanda’s breasts, dark nipples against warm brown skin… god, she was desperate to get her mouth on her.

Yolanda’s panties hit the ground, and Trinity remembered she was also meant to be stripping. She ripped her shirt over her head, bringing her sports bra with it, and went to strip her boxers off, but Yolanda swatted her hands away, kneeling again.

“Nope.” She said, and Trinity’s breath caught as the older woman spread her legs again, leaning down to press a kiss to the inside of her knee. Her lips moved higher, across her inner thigh, up to her scars, lingering just long enough, before she moved lower again, lips against the band of her boxers, and lower still, to press her mouth over the thin fabric clothing Trinity’s cunt.

“Oh fuck-“ Trinity whispered, head falling back as Yolanda’s tongue traced the seam of her through the fabric. Her hand flew to Yolanda’s hair, tangling in soft curls, and Yolanda moaned against her, sending a shiver up her spine.

“Off, off, off-“ Trinity begged, canting her hips up against Yolanda’s mouth. She felt the other woman smirk, and finally she was naked, boxers tossed somewhere further into the room.

The first swipe of Yolanda’s tongue set her on fire. She made a strangled sound in the back of her throat, rolling her hips up. Yolanda gripped the tops of her thighs, pressing her back down into the bed. “Stay still.”

Trinity whimpered, shaking as Yolanda’s tongue slid up to lick at her clit. How was this real? How had she gone her whole life without this? Yolanda was taking her apart, lips wrapped around her clit and one hand vanishing between her thighs, spreading her and-

“Oh god-“ Trinity whimpered as one of Yolanda’s long fingers slid easily into her. Yolanda chuckled against her, curling the finger just right, making Trinity arch her back.

“So wet for me, Trinity.” She hummed, resting her head against Trinity’s thigh as she slid her finger in and out slowly. Their eyes met, and Trinity wondered if she could cum like this, with one finger inside her and Yolanda looking at her like that, like she wanted to eat her alive.

“More.” Trinity whispered, shaking with the effort of staying still. Yolanda smiled slowly, and blissfully Trinity felt another finger slide in beside the first. The stretch was heaven, and her head fell back, grip tightening in Yolanda’s hair.

“Talk to me, cariño.” Yolanda said, voice almost pleading. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

Trinity whimpered, screwing her eyes shut. “You feel so good.” She gasped as Yolanda pressed against her g-spot. “I dream about your fingers, I touch myself wishing it was you.”

She heard Yolanda suck in a breath, the hand on her thigh squeezing hard. “What do you imagine?” She said, voice low.

“I imagine what you’d look like between my legs. I imagine how it would feel to have you inside me, to show you how good I can be for you, I dream about making you cum over and over and over again until you don’t remember anything other than my name.”

“Fuck.” Yolanda whispered, and suddenly Trinity was empty. She whimpered, mourning the loss, before she was being kissed, Yolanda’s tongue sliding against her lips as she gasped, allowing the kiss to deepen as she was laid back, Yolanda over her.

“You’re going to get everything you want.” Yolanda breathed against her lips, trailing kisses down to her jaw, hands roaming Trinity’s bare body. She grabbed at her chest as she bit down on her throat, and Trinity moaned, the sound echoing around the room.

“I want everyone to know you’re mine.” Yolanda whispered into her skin, sucking a bruise into the pale expanse of Trinity’s neck. “No more closets or empty exam rooms. I promise.”

Trinity whimpered, blunt nails scraping over Yolanda’s back. “Yolanda, I want you inside me. Please, please, please-“

“Shhh, shh, okay baby.” Yolanda said, kissing down to her chest as her hand slid lower again, sliding two fingers inside her aching cunt.

Trinity’s back arched, hands finding Yolanda’s hair again and she began a delicious pace, lighting her body up.

This was everything she imagined and so, so much more. Yolanda seemed to intuitively know her body, lips sealing over her nipple as her thumb pressed against her clit, fingers working inside of her, bringing her close to the edge quickly. Trinity gasped, writing beneath her as she felt her orgasm approaching.

“Oh my god, Yolanda-“ she choked, rolling her hips down onto her fingers. “I’m close, I’m gonna-“

Yolanda moved quickly, sliding down her body with ease until she could replace her thumb with her tongue, sucking hard on her clit, holding Trinity’s gaze through dark lashes.

The sight of it was too much, and Trinity came with a shout, legs shaking as Yolanda worked her through it. The look on her face as she ate her was orgasmic in and of itself; her cheeks flushed and eyes slightly unfocused as she tasted her, dark curls escaping from where Trinity held her hair back from her face. She could die here, she thought. She could die right now and be happier than she’d ever been.

It was over too soon, and she mourned the loss of sensation even as she shook from overstimulation. Yolanda crawled back up to her, cleaning her fingers off as she knelt over Trinity. The R2’s mouth watered, eyes locked on Yolanda’s mouth.

“You’re gonna kill me.” She muttered, hands sliding down Yolanda’s sides, squeezing hips, ass, thighs…

“Worth the wait?”

“More than.” Trinity said, smoothing her hands over Yolanda’s inner thighs. “Tell me how you like it. Please, Yolanda, I need to make you cum.”

Yolanda shivered, dark eyes scanning Trinity’s face. “I want to ride your face.”

“Fuck yes.” Trinity whispered, eyes moving from her face to the glistening patch of hair between Yolanda’s legs. Her mouth watered.

Yolanda shifted forward, straddling Trinity’s face. The smell of her surrounded Trinity, and her eyes fell shut in something close to reverence as Yolanda lowered down onto her waiting tongue.

The sound Yolanda made as Trinity licked through her folds would be ingrained in Trinity’s memory for the rest of her life. Her tongue circled her clit, and she used her grip on Yolanda’s hips to pull her further onto her, encouraging her to take what she needed.

Yolanda began to rock against Trinity’s tongue, and she felt drunk on the taste of her, the way her hips stuttered as Trinity slid her tongue inside. The way she gripped Trinity’s hair as she rode her, chasing the thing Trinity had been dying to give her for months. Her chin was soaked with the evidence of Yolanda’s need, hands grabbing at any soft skin she could find as Yolanda moaned and cursed over her.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” Yolanda praised, and Trinity burned. “So good for me, so pretty like this…” she breathed, and Trinity pried her eyes open to look up at her.

The sight was almost enough to make her cum again. Yolanda, above her, looking down at Trinity between her legs, all abs and soft skin and wild hair. Trinity felt like a worshipper, at the altar of some great deity. This was worship, she thought. She was desperate to make her feel good, to watch her eyes roll back and moan her name as she came on her tongue. She needed it, she needed her.

“Trinity-“ Yolanda moaned, and Trinity got her wish as Yolanda’s thighs closed around her head, whole body shaking as she came. Trinity drank down every drop, working her through it slowly, holding her breath as Yolanda took what she needed.

Eventually, Yolanda eased her legs apart, dismounting and collapsing beside Trinity on the bed. Trinity took a deep breath, eyes unfocused as she licked her lips, full to bursting with joy as she turned to Yolanda, pressing hot kisses over her chest, hands roaming as she pulled herself up, lips pressed to the center of her chest.

“Can you give me one more?” She asked, straddling one of Yolanda’s thighs. Yolanda laughed, breathless as she ran her fingers through Trinity’s hair.

“You’re insatiable.” She said, and Trinity grinned.

“You should get used to it.” She said, pushing her thigh up against the soaked mess of Yolanda’s cunt. “Can you do it, baby?” She asked again, and was answered when Yolanda rolled her hips down against her thigh.

Trinity had never been the biggest fan of scissoring, past partners just hadn’t been able to get it right. But her opinion on the position was immediately changed as Yolanda angled her own thigh up against Trinity’s, allowing her to rut against it perfectly. She whimpered, leaning down to catch Yolanda’s lips.

“You’re so good to me.” She whispered into their kiss. “So beautiful, so soft and easy for me.” She smirked, throwing Yolanda’s words from a few weeks ago back at her. Yolanda laughed, nipping at her lip.

“You’re so annoying.” She said, and Trinity’s heart leapt. She kissed her again, rolling her hips into Yolanda’s as her pleasure built.

“You love it.” Trinity muttered, reaching down between them to rub circles against Yolanda’s clit. She watched her intently as she came, the way her cheeks flushed, eyes rolled back, lips parted deliciously around Trinity’s name as she shook apart, Trinity following seconds after, exhausted and satisfied.

-

Yolanda had a comically large bathtub.

Normally Trinity would have poked fun, but she didn’t have anything to say as they sat together, chest deep in warm water with Yolanda pressed against Trinity’s chest, the younger woman’s arms wrapped around the surgeon.

Trinity’s cheek rested on Yolanda’s wet hair, freshly washed and how just enjoying the water and the closeness they had found. Yolanda’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Trinity’s legs under the water, head resting back against her shoulder.

“So..” Trinity began. “You said if we were together.”

“We’re together.” Yolanda said, no hesitation. “If you want.”

“Of course I want.” Trinity scoffed, pulling back slightly so she could look at the woman in her arms. “I want. Have wanted.”

“Yeah?” Yolanda asked, gaze soft as she studied Trinity’s face.

“Yeah. Even when it was the closet.”

“Oh really?” Yolanda laughed. “Caught feelings in a storage closet, did you?”

“Yeah, like you didn’t.”

“Mmm.” Yolanda hummed, turning to kiss Trinity’s neck. “I think when Emery caught us, I was so upset that I had put you in that position. I’d been talking about you to her specifically for so long, and I think she realized I liked you before I did. After she found us I was thinking a lot about… you. And why I felt so guilty.”

Trinity smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You didn’t have anything to be guilty about, Yoyo.” She mumbled, and felt Yolanda smile against her neck at the nickname. “I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t worth the risk to me.”

“Well, either way. You deserved more than getting fingered in a dark exam room.”

“Oh, but Doctor Garcia,” Trinity laughed. “Don’t you recall that I had a very serious case of ‘needing to get fucked syndrome?’ Where else could you have treated me?”

“Okay, okay.” Yolanda laughed, shifting in the water to look down at Trinity, wet hair plastered to her face, the ends floating in the warm water. Yolanda sighed softly, tracing the outline of her face with her finger.

“You’re so beautiful.” She mumbled, almost to herself. Then, to Trinity; “I don’t want to fuck this up.”

Trinity smiled, turning to kiss the inside of her wrist. “Neither do I. We both obviously have some issues, but we can work on them. Well feel it out, Yolanda. I’m not in any rush. Especially now that you’re my girlfriend.”

The smile that spread across Yolanda’s face made Trinity grin in turn, meeting her halfway as she leaned in to kiss her, cupping her jaw to draw her closer until their chests pressed together, and Trinity could hear Yolanda’s quickened heartbeat in her own chest.

“Would my girlfriend like to spend the night?” Yolanda mumbled against her lips.

“Your girlfriend would love nothing more.” Trinity said, wrapping her arms around Yolanda as the other woman shifted, wrapping Trinity’s thighs around her waist as she stood, easily hoisting the younger woman with her. They dried off quickly, but Trinity took a moment to admire the array of pretty bruises on her neck and thighs, the fading marks on Yolanda’s stomach. She shivered as she was easily scooped into Yolanda’s arms again, making their way back to the bed. Trinity gave in to an impulse she’d been fighting with more months, and turned to sink her teeth into Yolanda’s bicep.

“Ow!” Yolanda laughed, tossing her onto the bed. “What was that for?”

Trinity smiled to herself, sliding under Yolanda’s thick, warm blankets as her girlfriend hit the lights and slid in beside her.

“Just something I’ve been wanting to do. Sue me.” She hummed, easily curling into Yolanda’s body as she was pulled closer, her head fitting perfectly beneath Yolanda’s chin as their limbs tangled together.

“Goodnight, Trinity.” Yolanda whispered, her fingers lightly stroking Trinity’s bare spine.

In the darkness, Trinity felt warm and content, wrapped in the arms of this woman she was falling in love with. She was struck with the thought that she finally had everything she had ever wanted. Maybe this was perfect happiness, held by Yolanda, relaxed and comfortable and unworried about anything besides what they might have for breakfast tomorrow. She had Yolanda to thank, she had so much she wanted to say to her, so much to tell her, so much to learn about her. But she was tired, her eyelids heavy, so she kept it simple, pressing a kiss to Yolanda’s collarbone.

“Goodnight, Yolanda.”