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"Is this a date?" Mel asks, the fourth time Trinity takes her out for karaoke. (She's only recently obtained first name privileges— as far as she can tell, Whitaker is the only other person who can call her Trinity without having their head bitten off.) Trinity makes a face like she's just tasted something very sour. "I'm happy either way. I'm just not very good at reading social situations sometimes and I'm starting to get confused and I would really like to not be confused. So if we could clarify what we're doing here, I'd really appreciate that."
Trinity gulps down her drink before answering the question. "Okay, well… cards on the table, I think you're really hot. But you don't have to— it's cool if you don't feel the same way. We can just keep doing karaoke as friends. It's no biggie."
"I think you're really hot too," Mel says, looking straight at the floor.
Trinity's face breaks into a grin. It's dazzling. "Well, duh."
Somewhere along the last year, Trinity's cockiness has gone from irritating to rather endearing (and unfairly attractive), so Mel smiles back. Then falters, as a thought strikes her. "So, um, I don't normally pay attention to hospital gossip, but I have been hearing some things, and… you and Dr. Garcia, that's over, right? Because I would hate to… I don't condone cheating."
"Oh, yeah, Garcia's ancient history," Trinity says, waving her off. "We weren't even together, really, just, you know, having fun. It didn't mean anything."
Resolutely, Mel does not look at Trinity. "Would I mean something?"
Trinity is silent. Mel starts to tap her foot anxiously.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think you do." When Mel finally looks up at her, Trinity seems uncharacteristically nervous. "I'm not… since we're being honest, you should know that I'm not historically very good at relationships. But if you want to, I can give it a shot."
"I want to," Mel breathes.
Trinity nods. The set of her jaw is suddenly determined, like she gets when they work cases together. Then, a moment later, she's grinning again. "I am very good at sex, if you need a reason to keep me around despite my less than stellar interpersonal skills."
Mel chokes on her drink.
"I warned Huckleberry I was having someone over," Trinity says as she leads Mel up the stairs to her apartment. "So if he's smart, he'll be making use of his shiny new noise cancelling headphones. Wouldn't want to traumatize the poor boy. Um. Well. More than I already have."
"Did you tell him I'm the someone?" Mel asks, suddenly shy.
"Nah, I figured it was up to you if you wanted to tell anyone at work, since you know gossip spreads like a wildfire. Well, he did ask if it was you, but I just said wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy?"
After considering a moment, Mel decides she doesn't really mind if Whitaker knows. (Actually, she kind of wants to shout from the Pitt rooftop that Trinity is her girlfriend.) But that can wait; Whitaker is definitely hiding in his room right now, and Mel has important matters to attend to with Trinity.
Sure enough, as soon as they're inside Trinity's bedroom, Trinity wastes no time in grabbing her face and kissing her. Mel kisses back, shy at first, but gaining confidence as Trinity's enthusiasm builds and her tongue slips into her mouth.
Mel wonders, as Trinity's fingers start to tug at the hem of her shirt, whether she should have dressed up. Well, it's not like she knew how tonight was going to end. But she's just wearing a plain bra and underwear, and maybe Trinity will be disappointed it's not sexy Victoria's Secret lingerie.
The flicker of doubt lasts until her shirt is off, and Trinity is staring at her chest. Even Mel, who isn't always the greatest at reading expressions, can see the lust written all over her face. "Oh my god," Trinity says. She unhooks Mel's bra and haphazardly throws it onto the floor, reaching out to cup her breast. "Oh my god, Mel, you're so hot, what the hell, how is this allowed?"
Before Mel can even think of formulating a response, Trinity's mouth is on the place where her neck meets her shoulder, and Mel's head crashes like a computer trying to run too many systems. It really, really doesn't help when Trinity moves to suck on a nipple.
Mel moans, which only serves to encourage Trinity.
"Take your shirt off too," is the first thing she manages when her brain comes back online.
"As you wish," Trinity says with a brilliant smile. How is that allowed? And then she pulls her shirt off over her head, quickly followed by her sports bra, and Mel is left to drink in her well-toned arms and full chest and the lines of her stomach. Her body is decorated with tattoos; a snake along her bicep, a row of flowers on her chest, a girl's name in cursive just above her hip. Mel doesn't recognize the name, and it's something she wants to ask at some point, but right now her most pressing concern is getting her lips on Trinity's perfect collarbone.
"I wanna eat you out," Trinity mumbles. Her fingers find Mel's waistband. "Is that okay?"
"Yes, yes, that would be very very okay."
Mel has another fleeting moment of self-consciousness once her underwear is off. She's never once had any interest in shaving her pubic hair, and what if Trinity doesn't like that, but then Trinity's eyes widen with desire. Okay, Trinity likes that a lot.
"I've never done this before," Mel confesses.
"Had sex?"
"No, I've had sex before, but no one's— no one's ever eaten me out." She's always struggled with connecting with people, and never even had much time for relationships between med school and residency and caring for Becca, so she hasn't had a whole lot of sexual experience. Not like Trinity, probably.
"Ugh, straight men are pathetic," she groans, and nudges Mel's thighs apart, fingers digging into her flesh. Mel swallows hard at the sight of Trinity between her legs. "I'm sorry none of those losers could show you a good time, but trust me, baby, I will."
Yeah. Mel trusts her.
Trinity licks slowly along her inner thighs. Experimentally, Mel reaches out and tangles her fingers in Trinity's hair, pulling slightly. Trinity gasps a little, in a way that Mel can't initially tell is good or bad, until Trinity dives in and finally, finally puts her tongue where Mel wants it.
Trinity Santos eats pussy the way she tackles her most interesting cases; self-assured, narrowly focused, and devastatingly competent. Mel has no real point of comparison, so she can't say whether Trinity is better than most people, but she's very, very good. It's not long before Mel is crying out, her back arching, free hand fisting the sheets.
"Trinity— fuck, yes, oh my god—"
The sound of Trinity's mouth on her is wet and lewd and absolutely intoxicating, and Mel is drowning in it. Before now, she's never been especially bothered by her lack of a sex life— she has her fingers and her vibrators and her fantasies of a certain R2— but now that she has Trinity, she's not sure she'll ever be able to live without this again.
(A little forward this soon in the relationship, she knows, but in her defense, Trinity is practically making her see god and she's not even religious.)
"Trin," she gasps. "Trin, I'm close, oh god."
Trinity lifts her head just long enough to murmur, "So pretty," before her lips are back on Mel's clit. She moves her hand between Mel's legs too, slipping two fingers inside. Before long, it's enough to tip Mel over the edge.
When she comes down from the high, she can only stare at the ceiling, gasping for breath. Her heart is pounding, and she can't really think straight, but she's distantly aware that Trinity looks incredibly pleased with herself.
When she's finally able to form words, she asks, "What do you want me to do for you?"
"Whatever you like, baby."
Mel swallows. Her brain is working a lot slower than usual. "Um. I could finger you? I've done it myself often enough, the mechanisms should be the same."
"God, you're so hot," Trinity breathes, quickly stripping off her boxers.
Her face falls when Mel notices the neat scars on her thigh. "Don't worry about it," she says, her voice suddenly rough.
"Trinity…"
"I don't want it to be a big deal. And, not to be dramatic, but if you don't fuck me soon I'm actually going to die."
Mel would also very much like to fuck Trinity soon, so she drops it. "Well, that would be unfortunate."
There's a bit of awkward shuffling as Mel tries to find the best angle to work at, but the noises Trinity makes are more than worth it. She curses up a storm as Mel explores her lips, her hole, her clit. When she comes, she bites down hard on Mel's shoulder, and Mel is way more into that than she thought she would be. Turns out she's into biting, at least when Trinity is doing the biting. You learn something new every day.
After they get cleaned up, Trinity offers to let her stay the night, oddly hesitant. Mel accepts, of course, and is far too giddy about wearing one of Trinity's old t-shirts to bed. She's borrowing her girlfriend's shirt. Her girlfriend!
"Night, Melomania," Trinity mumbles sleepily, and Mel can't help but lean in and kiss her cheek.
"Good night, Trinity."