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Santos traipses after Javadi, once again, shopping for a new outfit. And new makeup. Skincare too, she’s even picked up a blindbox that she made Trinity also buy one of. It was cute, a mystery figure of a bunny rabbit, and Santos, being the considerate girlfriend she is, is carrying the bags for her again.
“Dude, how much more can you buy?” Trinity complains at her playfully, leaning up against some shelving in an aisle of moisturisers. Javadi hums in reply, looking between a few options. Trinity peers over, seeing if there were many noticeable differences. One of them is vanilla-coconut scented, another is coconut and pineapple, the final being vanilla cashmere.
“Is the choice really that hard?” Trinity huffs.
“Shut up, I have to smell delicious,” Javadi sticks her tongue out.
“Oh? What for?”
“My girlfriend likes to put her mouth on me, so,” Javadi waves dismissively, bringing a slight blush to her cheeks. Trinity steps closer, resting her head on Victoria’s shoulder heavily. Her free hand comes down to her hip, giving it a little squeeze.
“You know I wouldn’t care what you smell or taste like,” she purrs in the girls ear, her lips ghosting over her neck where it’s exposed. Javadi tips her head away, giving her a little more room to kiss at her.
“We’re in public, my love,” Javadi groans, turning to Trinity now with a small smile.
“So hurry up and be done,” She squeezes her hip again, dropping her hands and feeling the curve of her body. “I want to taste you now,” she teases. Javadi lets out a small breath and pushes backwards into Trinity, bumping their bodies together.
“Don’t rush me,” She whines, brushing her fingers over one of the lotion bottles.
“Sure, baby, I don’t care how long it takes, I will be teaching you that lesson.”
“No!” Javadi complains, cheeks darkening at the thought.
“Yeah, don’t worry your sweet little head,” Trinity teases now, knowing that she’s got Javadi even a little worked up in public. It’s not like they’re strangers to the concept; Trinity had fingered Javadi in the bathroom on their first date.
“I’ll drag this out,” Javadi teases, nodding towards the shelves of products.
“Yeah?”
“You’ll have to work for it to touch me,” Javadi whispers, turning around now and nipping her ear quickly. Fuck, this girl is a piece of work. She always finds a way to turn the tables no matter how hard Trinity tries to mess with her, it drives her crazy.
“I have a vibrator, and the place to myself,” Trinity points out, yawning. Javadi shoots her a glare and huffs, rolling her eyes. She goes back to browsing the options, ignoring her comment without another glance. “Your girlfriend likes the vanilla cashmere,” Trinity adds. Javadi shoots her another glare before putting it into her basket and wandering away up the aisle. Trinity fixes her grip on the girl's shopping bags before speedwalking after her, desperate to keep up.
“You’re like a loyal dog,” Javadi teases her offhandedly, pretending to be more intrigued by another product on the shelf now. It doesn’t go amiss to Trinity that the girl glances up a little, watching for the reaction her words have. It gives a reaction for sure; Santos feels a heat in her chest that rises up her neck, making her stumble a tiny bit.
“Uh.. yeah… it’s uh, a lesbian thing,” Santos rattles off, trying to form a coherent sentence that also sounded flirty. Fucked it up big time. Javadi turns to her, raising an eyebrow and chewing on her cheek, looking unimpressed. It makes the blush on her face deepen more. “Like, just, uh...” Trinity tries again, scratching at her hand awkwardly. She has nothing. “A dog? Should I be offended?” She finally chokes out, feeling like everyone in the damn store can hear them. Javadi scoffs out a laugh and turns away to hide the grin forming across her face.
“No, not at all. Dogs are cute, plus you always do what I tell you,” She says, as if it’s any other topic of conversation.
“No I don’t,” Santos protests weakly, swallowing a lump in her throat. Her mind flicks back to the times that Javadi has pulled on her belt loops, her carabiner, all the times she indeed has done what the girl has said. Her thoughts trail to their text conversation last, Trinity sending her a playful ‘GRRR’ and Javadi teasing her for it. She would love to pretend it didn’t send a twitch straight to her cunt, like it didn’t make her want to get on her knees and give in to Victoria’s every whim. She would never admit to the girl that every time she called her any name, the light humiliation bestowed upon her actually got her off more. She knows fine well she’s infatuated with her girl; she honestly doesn’t care.
“Yeah, right, Trin.” Her gaze is unwavering, smirking at her knowingly. Santos feels herself throbbing, shifting a little to squeeze her thighs together as she stands in front of the girl. She’s the top, she needs to remind herself. Javadi is just a brat.
“You’re begging for that lesson,” Trinity manages through gritted teeth. Javadi lets out a playful giggle and turns back around away from the girl. She starts walking, leaving Trinity still for a moment as she tries to stop her brain buffering.
“Come, heel,” Javadi calls out, snapping her fingers at Santos. She’s really playing into it now. If Santos had any lesser restraint the girl would be dragged to the nearest restroom and fucked until she forgot her own name. Trinity eventually falls into step, pretending to ignore the amused noise her girlfriend makes at her obedience. It’s not even that, she would’ve followed Javadi anyway. There’s no point arguing, her girlfriend would never back down from this one.
Santos gets lost in her own head a little for the rest of the trip, dreaming up ways to get back at Victoria. Too many good options, she wouldn’t be able to do all of them tonight. She knows that she needs to be firmer, not give in to everything so that Javadi doesn’t get away with all of her bratting and teasing. Trinity feels so pent up, frustrated sexually.
They eventually make their way back to the car, not before Trinity is forced to go order them both a smoothie for the car ride home. She tries to argue the drive is less than thirty minutes, but the other girl was not accepting no as an answer. Trinity needed release, and soon. She couldn’t cope with it anymore, the string was about to snap.
Javadi’s haul goes into the trunk of the car, tucked in neatly before Trinity slams it shut with maybe a little too much force. She clambers into the driver’s seat, seeing that Victoria has already made herself comfortable and started playing music through the speakers. It’s a nice sight, she’s glad she’s comfortable, but God, it’s making the frustration mount tenfold.
Pulling out of the lot, she keeps her eyes fixed on the road instead of looking at Javadi. A few moments of relative silence pass - neither of them make any conversation as Javadi hums along to a pop song.
Someone cuts them off, merging at the last second so that Trinity has to brake sharply, hissing out a string of curses and names towards the driver. She honks her horn for a second, shaking her head before sighing deeply. Javadi lets a few seconds pass before she speaks.
“You seem pretty wound up, baby,” she coos, her hand coming down on Trinity’s thigh and stroking it gently. It makes Trinity want to snap; she wants to pull over and deal with her already.
“You’re really pushing it,” Santos replies lowly, trying desperately to focus on driving and not the way that Victoria is deliberately digging her nails into her leg. She tenses under her finally as the pain seeps in, causing Javadi to let out a small breathy noise, indicating that she’s truly happy with herself.
“Oh no,” She whines, pouting sadly and using those big doe eyes to stare at Trinity. She can’t allow herself to look, she needs to pay attention. “Maybe you should spank me,” Javadi sighs dramatically, turning her head away to look out the window. Her fingers don’t lift off her leg at all, the pressure only letting up slightly.
Santos swallows, her voice suddenly gone. It’s a great idea, really, spectacular actually. It would teach her a fucking lesson. A good one. Her only apprehension is that they haven’t discussed it before, and she doesn’t really want to hurt the girl much. Javadi likes a lot, in theory at least anyway, but Trinity doesn’t want to push her too far. Still, the idea sends another twitch through her, making her squirm in the seat. The mental image of Javadi laid out for her, yelping sweetly as Trinity brings her hands down on her, reddening her ass until she apologises for being such a fucking brat. Maybe she would sink her teeth into one of the marks, handprints mixing with teeth marks as Javadi begs oh-so-sweetly under her.
“Would you like that?” She finds herself asking. Javadi squeezes her thigh again.
“I’m not supposed to,” She plays.
“You are, and trust me, you fucking deserve it. But I would only do it if you really, really wanted it,” Santos replies. Her hand aches at the idea of it - she knows she wouldn’t hit her too hard for the first time. Santos has only spanked one person before; she’s more used to being on the receiving end.
“And if I do?” Javadi whispers out meekly, squirming in her own seat.
“Hm. As long as you remember our safeword,” Santos responds, clenching her jaw tight. She’s so frustrated, so pent up, it’s almost unbearable. She doesn’t remember the last time she felt so… needy, so turned on.
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Javadi complains. Trinity shoots her a look, expecting verbal confirmation. “Surgery,” the girl sighs.
“Good girl.”
“So, are you gonna teach me a lesson when we get home?” Home. It draws Trinity’s attention away from the knot in her stomach, a slight tangent from thinking about her girlfriend under her, naked and needy. Javadi referred to her apartment as home. It makes a much more pleasant feeling bloom in her chest momentarily.
“We’ll see,” she replies noncommittally. She can’t give away all her secrets.
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Bags are dropped in the hallway as Trinity kicks off her shoes, allowing Javadi time to do the same.
“Ugh, can you not move them into your room properly?” The girl teases. Trinity snaps.
“Move, now,” She grits out, pointing towards her bedroom. Javadi’s eyes widen a little at the sudden direction before she schools her expression into something more calm, not moving.
“No,” She replies, crossing her arms over her chest. Does she really want to keep pushing? Trinity doesn’t say another word, she just reaches forward and grabs the girl, lifting her bridal style without much grace. Javadi squeaks in surprise, trying to wriggle out of her arms, but Trinity holds on tight. She’s tossed onto the bed, staring up at Trinity with wide eyes.
“Can I have a kiss?” She pleads. Who was Trinity Santos to deny that request?
She bends over, hovering on top of the girl who lays back, propped up by her elbows. Santos leans down and captures her lips in a kiss, quickly nipping at her bottom lip with her teeth to make Javadi moan out. Moaning is exactly what she does as she reaches up to touch her torso, her hand slipping up her top. Trinity pushes her hand down away from her and pulls back from the kiss, breathing heavily. Standing back up and pulling off her t-shirt, she exposes her torso to the girl. Javadi looks hungry - good. Her girlfriend whines sweetly at the loss of contact, reaching out for her.
“Turn around,” Trinity instructs. Javadi raises an eyebrow. “Now, baby,” she adds. Huffing, Javadi shuffles down and twists her body so she’s on her stomach on the bed, head tilted back to see what Santos is up to. Santos just grips her near the knee and harshly pulls her down the bed so her legs are hanging off. Javadi yelps out a noise, surprised by the aggression.
“Trin,” she whines out, squirming a little against the mattress.
“Shut up.” Santos pushes her skirt up roughly, revealing her ass to her. She sucks in a breath, the need in her stomach threatening to spill over. Her hands roam over her body, gripping and kneading at it slightly. It’s music to her ears as the girl whimpers under her already.
“So vocal,” she teases out before bending down again, biting into the flesh of a cheek harshly. It’s not enough to break the skin, Santos knows fine well that would result in a trip to the Pitt, and that would probably be enough for her to consider giving up her career in medicine. Instead, she nips the skin between her teeth harshly for a few seconds making the girl writhe and gasp. Without giving Javadi a moment to recover, she's standing back up behind her, pulling her hips backwards to present herself more.
Her hand comes down quickly, landing on the skin with a sharp thwack sound. It’s not too hard, but it’s enough for Javadi to get the gist. Victoria whimpers out and arches her back in surprise, accidentally meeting Trinity’s hand as it comes down again.
“Mmmf- fuck,” She whimpers out, tilting her face to see her girlfriend.
“How many do you think you deserve, sweetheart?” Trinity hums, stroking over the two reddening marks gently.
“None,” Javadi whimpers. Trinity swats at her ass again, tutting.
“Not an answer.” A few seconds of silence pass, Trinity just waits patiently, manhandling her ass.
“Fuck… five,” she whispers out. It makes Trinity laugh.
“Five? For the way you’ve been acting?”
“Trin!”
“Not good enough, baby.” Trinity smacks her again, harder this time. Javadi yelps in response, pushing her face into the bed. The sight is breathtaking - quickly reddening flesh, the way her ass jiggles a little at each hit, the way she leans into it. “We’re already at four, I don’t think you want this to end so soon,” Trinity teases.
“Shut up,” she mumbles into the bed. Another smack comes down on her other cheek; Santos knows to even out the impact. She lets her hands snake down, pulling at the girls panties where she sees a wet patch forming. Javadi moans and tries to push into the touch.
“You don’t want more? You’re so wet,” Trinity teases again, finding a surge of confidence in her brat-taming abilities. She doubts it’ll last long, but the girl is already submitting to her.
“Trin,” she whines out again. It makes her laugh a little before striking her two more times in quick succession. She’s still being gentle, if Javadi likes this and wants it again they can discuss in better detail to see exactly what she needs from it.
“Should we give you ten, baby?” She strokes the sensitive skin on her ass. Javadi nods into the bed. “Nuh-uh, speak,” Trinity says. She wants a verbal answer so she knows Javadi is fully okay with this.
“That’s my line.”
“Hmmm?”
“Making you speak, like a dog,” she rasps out. Santos smacks her again, a little harder this time, her clit twitching uncontrollably at the beautiful squeak it earns her. This girl never fucking learns. Trinity smacks her ass again, twice more.
“How many’s that now?” She asks. It’s ten, she knows it, she just wants to challenge the girl.
“Ten,” she whines, her face fully buried into the sheets. Santos hums, pleased by the response and kisses over the marks gently.
“So good for me, Vic,” she coos, kissing down the backs of her thighs now. “But I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
“What?! No, I have, please,” Victoria whines, twisting around onto her side with a small pout. Santos shakes her head with a grin before moving round the bed to her bedside drawer, opening it quickly. The strap is pulled out with the harness before being tossed onto the bed as Trinity goes back in for a small purple wand vibrator. It lands beside the strap-on, making Javadi widen her eyes in interest. She unclasps her bra, then pulls down her pants and lets them pool on the floor before clambering onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard. Javadi is up on her knees now, licking her lips. She goes to move closer.
“No,” Santos says, her hand roaming down her stomach and caressing gently through her underwear.
“What?” The girl almost pleads. Cute.
“You’re gonna watch while I touch myself,” Trinity shrugs as if it’s nothing. Javadi’s mouth hangs open, her brow furrowed.
“What!? That’s not fair,” she whines as her hands fist into the sheets briefly. Santos takes in the way she looks, her skirt bunched up, the way her chest heaves, and the way her eyes have glassed over. She bites back a moan.
“Too bad, baby. Part of your lesson, don’t be such a fucking brat next time,” Santos says, letting a moan escape as her fingers brush her clit. She tugs the underwear down her legs, tossing them on the other side of the bed as she stares at her girlfriend.
“Please, I want to taste you,” Javadi whimpers. Trinity shakes her head. She wants nothing more than to give in, to let Victoria kiss her and lap at her pussy until she came, but she had to hold out. She needed Vic to be a whiny fucking mess before she had even really touched her.
The vibrator is started, buzzing gently as Santos pushes it between her legs, settling the head of it on her clit. She arches into it immediately, breathing out deeply as the vibrations thrum pleasantly against her. Her legs are spread wide, showing Javadi exactly what she’s missing. Poor girl looks like she’s been told she’ll never touch her again, kneeling at the end of the bed with her eyes fixed on her. She’s pouting, it’s so cute.
Javadi shuffles forward on her knees as Trinity pleasures herself, exaggerating the volume of her moans to rile her up further. She gets closer, resting a hand on Santos’ knee gently, squeezing her own thighs together. Trinity flicks the intensity higher - she wants to draw it out, she wants to come herself, but she mostly wants to eat Javadi out now. Coming quickly wouldn’t be the worst thing.
“Please,” Javadi whines, getting closer still. Trinity can see her squeezing her legs together, desperate for some friction to soothe the ache in her pussy. Santos breathes out a laugh and spreads her legs further, head tipping back onto the headboard as she whimpers out herself. Victoria is so close now, almost touching her - Santos knows she needs to come soon or there is no way either of them will hold out against each other. Her back arches as the need starts to build; her clit is twitching against the toy, being brought up to the edge very quickly. Her eyes flick up to Javadi, the girl's pupils blown with lust as she watches - it makes her think about using the toy on her, how sweet the moans would be as she writhed under her.
“Don’t touch, watch,” Trinity manages to pant out as Javadi’s hand strokes her inner thigh. She pouts and whines in response, still not lifting her hand away.
“C’mon, baby, don’t make me stop, I’m so close,” Trinity purrs, trying to mess with the needy little thing watching her between her legs. Javadi’s mouth opens as if to argue but quickly closes, nodding and licking her lips vigorously. Trinity smirks at her and turns the vibrator to its highest setting, moaning loudly now as she creeps closer.
“You’re so pretty, even if you’re mean,” Javadi says with a pout. It tips Trinity over the edge, the orgasm flooding through her. She bucks her hips up, panting for breath desperately as she moans out a pretty intense orgasm. Vibrations continue, quickly overstimulating her sensitive clit which only excites her more as she remembers she’s about to punish her girlfriend with the same treatment.
Santos switches the vibrator off and sits back for a second, feeling hot and flustered. She breathes deeply as she leans back and watches Javadi between her legs who can barely sit still.
“What do you want, angel?”
“You,” Javadi mumbles out.
“C’mere, you’re such a good girl,” Trinity replies, gesturing for Javadi to move closer. She happily obliges, settling down quickly on top of Trinity with their chests pressed together and lips barely inches apart. Santos pushes her head up and bites down on the other girl’s plump lower lip, pulling it into her own mouth. Her fingers find home on Javadi’s hips, pulling her in and hooking around her panties. The moans that come from Victoria are breathtaking, so instead Santos closes the gap and slips a tongue in her mouth to muffle the noise before it ends her brain function once and for all.
They stay tangled together, kissing, for a few moments while Trinity recovers from her orgasm. She squeezes Javadi’s hips, digging her fingers against the bone until she yelps and draws back because of the pain, frowning down at Santos.
“Let me taste you now.” Javadi slips off Trinity, resting beside her for a second to pepper kisses down from her mouth to her tits, licking across one of her nipples before latching onto it, sucking gently for a moment. Trinity moans out and tangles her fingers in the girl's hair, knowing that Javadi is becoming mindlessly horny now. “No, baby, lie down,” she manages to protest, pushing her on to her back. Santos scoots down the bed, slipping off the end and trying to mask her desperately needy expression with something a little more serious. This was supposed to be a lesson after all.
Javadi looks up at her, biting her lower lip a little, her eyes half-lidded; she looks so fucking perfect. Santos grips Javadi near her knees and forcefully yanks her down the bed, kneeling at the bottom simultaneously. The girl's legs hang off now and Trinity wastes no time pulling them apart, her mouth coming down to kiss at her thighs. She can smell, feel and see the heat coming from Victoria’s core, and God, this girl is soaked.
Trinity pulls at the fabric of her panties and slips them down the girl's legs, pulling them off for her where they are quickly abandoned on the floor between Trinity’s legs. Javadi is glistening for her, inviting her in for a meal, one that she was going to take her time with. Her tongue comes down quickly, licking down her slit. The flat of her tongue pushes over her clit, making her whine, before dropping down to the dripping, wet entrance. Santos takes her time, teasing her tongue over Javadi’s cunt slowly, working the girl up more and more. It doesn’t hurt that Santos is addicted to tasting her girlfriend, lapping up the slick while her own cunt burns with need.
Javadi's hands are everywhere, pulling at Trinity's hair, scratching at her scalp, her shoulders. Her nails dig in so forcefully Santos has to redirect them a few times, pushing them onto the bed. Never for long, it's like her hands have magnets, completely unable to be separated from Trinity for any length of time.
Her pace quickens, getting into a rhythm now where she can feel Victoria responding desperately; the girl is almost humping at her face with how needily she thrusts her hips upwards to meet her mouth, fingers back to being wound tightly in her hair at her scalp.
“Trin,” she rasps out.
“Mmm?” Trinity hums out, vibrations pulsing through Javadi’s clit. It only makes her whine more. If Trinity were to die right now, she thinks she would die the happiest woman to ever live.
“I’m gonna come,” She finally teases out, rocking her hips messily. Santos says nothing but focuses her efforts on Victoria’s sensitive clit, forcing the orgasm out of her. Javadi is writhing as Santos doesn't let up, tongue overstimulating the bud quickly. Javadi squeals in protest, hips jumping to escape her vigorous mouth. Santos' hands come up and push the girl's hips down harshly, ignoring the way that Javadi is trying pushing her away with her thighs and hands.
It's only when she hears a particularly pitiful whine does Santos give Javadi a moment to recover, pulling away to kiss and nip at her thighs instead. She grins into her leg, her mouth and chin wet with spit and slick. Javadi pants and Santos feels like she sees stars when she sees the girl's clit twitching and jerking from the heavy stimulation.
“Trinity,” Javadi pants out, her fingers still gripped in her hair.
“What’s up, Vic?” Santos asks, as if this is the most casual interaction in the world.
“Too-too much,” She’s interrupted as Trinity bites down on her thigh pretty sharply, leaving an angry looking red mark. Her tongue swipes over it, soothing the sting quickly as Javadi lets out small gasps of ‘ah-ah-ah’s.’
“I know you don’t want me to stop, look how wet you still are,” Trinity mocks, crudely rubbing her palm over the girl before pushing two fingers inside of Javadi and pressing into her g-spot. The moans that Javadi meets her with are music to her ears as she pumps her fingers inside of her slowly.
“No,” she whines out. Trinity knows that Javadi would use the safeword if she really wanted her to stop, she knows that the girl is enjoying this all too much.
“No? Isn’t this what you wanted, Victoria?”
“Trin!” She gasps out as Trinity drags the pads of her fingers over the sensitive spot inside the girl repeatedly. Her legs fall limply as she sucks in deep breaths.
“To be honest, pretty girl, I think you need this,” Trinity keeps teasing, her fingers speeding up for a second before she spits onto her pussy, watching it drip down. Javadi tugs on her hair again, squirming a little as she whines out incoherently. “You want me to keep going?” Trinity asks, just to give her an out if she really needs one. Javadi shows no hesitation as she nods.
It’s barely seconds before Trinity’s tongue is licking at the sensitive bud again, her fingers moving in and out as she switches between using her tongue's width to sloppily lick and alternating to pointing her tongue and flicking at it. She goes for a few minutes - it doesn’t take Javadi long at all to build back up to another orgasm, the only indication being the way she tries to pull Trinity’s head up as she bucks upwards, letting out an even more pathetic set of moans.
Santos isn’t evil, she stops moving her fingers, pulling them out and watching as the trail of slick rushes out onto her sheets. She’ll change them tomorrow, right now, she couldn’t give less of a fuck. She licks slowly, giving her more time to rest before grazing her teeth against her clit, pulling back and breathing deeply. Trinity stands on shaky legs and comes down on top of Victoria, leaning in to kiss her. She’s still whiny and brainless, but she happily grabs Trinity’s face and pulls her in hungrily, tasting herself off her.
A breathy giggle comes out of Santos as she pulls back, watching Javadi still twitching and panting. Poor girl isn’t even undressed, her skirt is still bunched up round her waist while her panties sit messily on the floor. Trinity clicks her tongue and brings her hands down on Javadi’s waist, pushing up her top and feeling at her stomach. The orgasms clearly did a number on her, she’s sweating and breathing so heavily now. Santos wants nothing more than to lick the wetness off of her. Instead, she trails her fingers up and holds the two that were inside the girl up to her lips, waiting for Javadi to open. She whines and opens, sucking on her fingers sweetly, licking up her mess from them.
“Taste good, baby?” Santos teases again. She knows Javadi will probably become even brattier in the coming days, but for now, she likes seeing the girl undone. Javadi just whines around them before biting down, making Santos laugh. “Bad," she scolds, "you feeling okay?” Javadi just nods, still suckling on her fingers. “Did you not promise to suck my cock, baby? Or are you okay with my fingers?”
“Cock,” Javadi mumbles around her fingers. It’s mostly unintelligible, but she gets the idea. She pulls her fingers out of her mouth, wiping them on her thigh, before standing up, beaming down at the girl in her bed.
“I’m gonna put it on, will you get undressed for me, angel?” Santos turns to grab the harness and the strap-on, shiny and solid black, matching the harness. It’s nothing flashy or fancy, but it’ll still look fucking perfect between Javadi’s lips.
When she’s done pulling it up her legs and securing the toy through one of the rings, she turns to see Javadi who is just watching from the bed. Trinity feels proud of herself as she sees how fucked the girl looks already. She takes a step closer and pulls at one of her nipples, brushing her thumb over it after.
“Do you want to kneel or lie down?” Javadi doesn’t even grace her with an answer before slinking off the bed and kneeling down, grabbing her hips and trying to push her down onto the bed to sit in front of her. Santos does happily oblige the action, spreading her legs so Javadi can see her own leaking cunt underneath the strap. The pink of Victoria’s tongue makes Santos groan as it darts out to swipe over her bottom lip. Her eyes dart between it and Trinity's own, nerves apparent.
“It's okay, baby. Just touch it,” Santos coaxes, remembering that she asked her to talk her through it. Javadi shuffles forward and wraps a hand around it, and fuck, what Trinity wouldn’t give to actually feel it. Trinity leans forward and lets a string of spit move slowly down, landing on the tip of the cock. Javadi blushes and giggles before running a finger over it and dragging it down the toy, touching gently.
“That’s my girl… fuck,” Santos breathes out, shifting more to give Javadi better access. “Give it a kiss,” she instructs. Victoria must be feeling particularly obedient tonight because she gives no struggle before lowering her head and pecking at the tip before wrapping her mouth around it in a sloppy kiss. Santos feels her breath hitch in her throat, moving her hand to tangle in Javadi’s hair tightly.
It encourages the girl to take it in her mouth, not pushed in too far but enough that Santos sees the way it stretches her lips open wider, filling her mouth. Trinity breathes out a string of curses as Javadi finds a little confidence and pushes more of it into her mouth before she gags on it. Now that is a sound Santos would pay to hear again. She pulls off, strings of saliva keeping her connected to the toy as she takes in some much needed air. Javadi takes it in her mouth again, head bobbing further down the toy but not fully taking it all. She huffs in frustration, making herself gag again, before pulling back with wet eyes. Trinity can't help but smile at the pitiful look on her face.
“You can do it baby,” Santos urges, guiding her down to it again. Javadi starts to pick up a rhythm again, relaxing further into the motions. The sight is so erotic that Trinity genuinely believes she can feel it for a second. Victoria’s eyes flicker up, making and holding eye contact as she pushes her head all the way down to the base, nose pressed against the harness. Trinity groans loudly and pushes her into it a little, watching as her eyes water again before she's gaging at the fullness. Javadi pulls off her cock, lips swollen and red. Her drool makes the black of the toy shine in the light, dripping down to the base of it - Javadi’s mouth is so wet, it’s almost unbelievable.
“So good for me, so good,” Trinity coos, bending awkwardly and capturing her wet, swollen lips in a messy kiss. Victoria moans into it, her hand finding the strap again as she starts to jerk her hand up and down it. Santos humps into it briefly, making a mental note that she needs to invest in one that has fake come, because this has decided that she needs, desperately, to breed this girl. All Santos wants now is to make the girl come again, and reckons it’s been enough time to let her recover from the intensity of her two orgasms already.
“Up,” She states suddenly, standing herself and pulling Javadi up too by her hands. She indulges in another kiss, her hands roaming the girl's body. Her hands grope at her tits before moving down to her ass, where Javadi squeaks beautifully when Trinity pinches the sensitive skin. “I want to fuck you now,” Santos nuzzles into her neck, not stopping her wandering hands and kissing at the skin lazily.
“Please,” Javadi chokes out. She sounds so wound up, so desperate. Trinity has no choice but to fill her up and fuck her brains out, Hippocratic Oath and such. She guides her onto the bed, pushing her down onto her stomach and pulling at her hips so that she’s on her knees, ass in the air. Trinity lets out a low groan and runs her fingers over the marks she has left on her ass - they’re pretty, red and vibrant, a stinging reminder for Javadi to behave herself.
“These are so pretty.”
“I’ll keep misbehaving if you want,” Javadi wiggles her ass in the air. Trinity huffs and grabs her hips.
“I don’t think so,” She says, letting her lips come down and kissing down her spine. Javadi shivers and whines, pushing herself further out as her face presses further into the sheets. Trinity gets on the bed behind her, fingers trailing through the girl's wetness, spreading it all over. Shuffling closer she lines the toy up with the pretty, dripping cunt in front of her. The tip rubs along her oversensitive slit, making the girl whine and arch into it, teasing at her clit for a moment. She notches the head of the toy at her entrance, nudging gently - Trinity is by no means worried about the wetness; between the spit slicked toy and the endless wetness leaking from her hole, she imagines she’ll slide in pretty easy.
“Have you ever had anything this big inside you?” Trinity asks, dancing her fingers along her back soothingly.
“No,” Javadi mumbles. She’s blushing again, maybe embarrassed.
“Do you want it, angel?” Santos asks softly, her hands gentle and reassuring.
“Please, please, I need it,” Javadi whines out, pushing back against it. Trinity hums for a second, thinking to herself. “Turn around, I want to look at you while you take it,” Trinity teases her again, pulling back. Javadi seems excited at the idea, whimpering before scrambling to turn and sliding back down under Trinity. She pushes her legs apart before aligning herself again.
She still don't push into the girl, letting the toy run over the girl's lips, hitting at her clit again. Javadi squirms and whines under Trinity, pout back on her face at being teased. Santos thrusts her hips steadily, gently stimulating the girl, but also knowing it's frustrating her. As she assumed, it doesn't take long for Javadi to become irritated, reaching down herself to line up the cock. Trinity slaps her hands away quickly, pulling back slightly. Javadi whines at the loss, hands clamping down on Trinity.
"Sorry baby," she's really just adjusting them, pulling Javadi into her further, pushing her thighs up and out for a better view, but she didn't know that.
“Ready?” Santos asks, staring down lovingly at the girl. Javadi scoffs lighty but nods up at her, a look of relief passing through her as Trinity links their fingers together with one hand. She uses her free hand to guide the strap into her tight hole, finally pushing in gently so that Javadi has time to adjust. She gets about half way in before pausing, waiting for her to relax before pushing the rest of the way in. She halts again when they're flush together until Javadi's hips begin to shift against her own.
If Trinity thought she was whiny around her fingers and her tongue, her worldview was changed with the toy. It seems to be filling Javadi perfectly, hitting all the right spots. The girl gasps and whines as Trinity fucks into her, slowly, almost teasingly initially as she gets used to the full sensation. Her hands claw at the sheets and Trinity as the toy drags against her sensitive walls. She can feel the resistance as the girl clenches around it when she hit's a particularly good spot.
“More,” Victoria gasps out. Trinity grins and starts thrusting her hips in faster, really letting the length of the cock slip in and out of her, hitting in all the right places. She's so wet that the noises are filthy as she pumps in and out, combining with the high-pitched whimpers Javadi makes as Trinity brushes a thumb along her well overstimulated clit, she can't help but let out her own groans to match. The scene is just too erotic.
"Okay baby?" She pants out, breathing harsh and heavy.
"Shut up," Javadi gasps, hips matching Trinity's rhythm, "just fuck me." It makes her laugh, the girl is barely coherent, but is using whatever she has left to be bratty, she has to respect it. Leaning up over the girl, she can speed up her hips even more, making Javadi wail out as she uses a grip around her thighs to pull her into each thrust. Their hips meet loudly, joining the various sounds escaping the both of them.
Trinity knows the signs of her girlfriend on the edge by now, sees it in the way her brow furrows and the way her legs tremble under her hands. She's writhing, head turned to the side, eyes squeezed shut. She pats at a thigh to get her attention, leading down to press their lips together when she has it. Javadi's wraps her arms tightly around her shoulders, holding on as the thrusts keep the pace and Trinity's hand moves to rub gently at her clit.
The attention on the already overstimulated bud is enough for the girl to come undone, pleasure making her back arch into Trinity and her legs to clamp tightly around her waist. She's clearly oversensitive from being filled for the first time as well as the multiple orgasms that have been taken from her. She comes with a moan so loud that Trinity has never been more glad of having her mouth pressed into hers or there might be a noise complaint from the neighbours. She fucks her through the orgasm, only slowing down as Javadi shifts to still her hips as she pants for breath. Santos rests her weight onto her, the toy still pressed deeply into her girlfriend.
“So good, my good girl,” Trinity nuzzles into her face, pecking her all over. She stays there for a while, soothing Javadi with gentle affections, only moving away when she feels the girl's hips move again, whimpering at the stimulation. "No baby," she chuckles out placing a final kiss on her lips before sliding out of the girl and collapsing on the bed next to her to catch her own breath - fucking someone is no easy task. Javadi whines at the denial and the feeling of being empty again, she concedes quickly however, knowing she'd be too sore for anything else.
Their hands find each other quickly, linking together so that they can continue touching as both girls catch their breath; Javadi squeezes Trinity’s hand in her own, tilting her head to look at her.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Santos breaks the silence, looking into her big brown eyes. Javadi smiles a little.
“I feel amazing, how do you feel?”
“I’m good, really good, I was just worried about going too far,” She admits.
“You didn’t, I loved all of that,” Javadi says, rolling more and kissing Trinity’s shoulder gently. Santos lets her hand move up and tangle into her girlfriend's hair, scratching softly. They sit for a little while longer, breathing evening out, pulses slowing, just enjoying the presence of one another quietly. Santos breaks the silence, feeling herself getting sleepy.
“Shall we clean ourselves up? ‘S getting late,” She murmurs into her hair, sliding one hand down her back and giving her hip a gentle squeeze. Javadi huffs out a deep breath before sitting herself up, her hair completely dishevelled and cheeks all flushed - the sight is so beautiful. “Come, let me clean you up,” Santos says, shifting herself off the bed. She takes Victoria by the hand as they walk slowly to the bathroom together.
Trinity turns the shower on and waits for it to heat up before turning to Javadi. “I’m gonna get us some clothes, do you wanna pee?” She asks, grinning at her. Javadi lets out a giggle and agrees as Trinity leaves the bathroom, retreating into her bedroom to dig out some warm clothes for the pair of them. She comes back in, the room a little steamy as the warm vapour from the shower begins to fill the room.
“You first,” Santos smiles, holding her arm out for Javadi to assist her getting into the shower. Javadi accepts, moving into the walk-in shower and standing under the stream of water. Santos follows after her, not being able to resist wrapping her arms around the girl's body, pressing small kisses into her neck. “I’m so lucky,” Santos murmurs into her skin, the droplets of water invading her mouth.
“Stop being cute,” Javadi giggles, leaning into it more. They let the heat and the water soothe them for a while longer before Santos makes them both actually wash themselves so that they can get out.
Drying themselves off doesn’t take long, and both girls are exhausted - they finish up quickly, trudging back to the bedroom and settling into bed together. Santos spoons Javadi, tucking her body in tight between her arms, enjoying the smell of the shampoo coming from her hair.
“You were so good for me,” she coos at the girl, who is absolutely relishing in the attention. Santos continues whispering and mumbling compliments in her ear, kissing her shoulder gently as she notices Victoria starting to nod off. She rests her face in the crook of her neck, following her into a deep sleep, limbs intertwined.
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The next day, both girls are in the Pitt, acting as normal as they possibly can. Most people could certainly hazard a guess as to what is going on, but for the most part their coworkers wouldn’t ask them directly. People prefer the gossip, it’s just part of the workplace.
Santos has had a fairly eventful morning so far - the cases are varied and she’s passed around almost every other doctor, working alongside them. It feels like she can’t sit for any time to chart before someone else is marched back from chairs. She hasn’t worked any traumas so far, maybe more so due to the distinct lack of them today. She doesn’t get her hopes up, the day is still young, the afternoon hasn’t even rolled in yet.
She goes through the patients that she has seen that morning in her head - an unfortunate priapism that she had to help drain (again), a tongue laceration where someone had fallen down a set of stairs, radiating chest pain with nothing apparent on an ECG and the usual rush of elderly patients that she ordered meds for just to keep them comfortable while they boarded. It’s a lot of information to store until she can chart, which she hopes will be soon.
Once again, Dr Eileen Shamsi is floating around the ED. Gone are the days of Garcia being the only general surgeon that would come down for consultations, it appears that Dr Shamsi is keen to be in the close vicinity of her daughter. Javadi, of course, has noticed, and complained many times about it to anyone that will listen. None of them like being under the watchful gaze of the surgery attending.
Maybe Santos is paranoid, but she feels like a lot of the gaze is pointed in her direction. Shamsi is around a lot, in the same rooms and zones, watching her while she talks with Trinity’s peers. She knows that Javadi hasn’t told her Mom about them, and Santos is completely fine with that, but she can’t help but think now that she already knows. Garcia’s big mouth has probably let some things slip, considering she did deliberately try to expose something just days prior. The thought makes Santos clench her jaw, forgetting that she’s still in a room with a patient.
“Dr Santos?” Mel asks, pulling her from her sidetracked thoughts. Her eyes snap back down, looking at the other Doctor and trying to regulate her expression more.
“Uh… sorry, yeah?”
“Do you need a moment?” Mel asks, glancing out of the room.
“No, no, I’m good, I’m sorry. What else do we have?” Santos asks, tugging on either side of her stethoscope that is situated around her neck. The patient looks weary, tipping their head back into the pillow on their bed.
“High fever and earache,” Mel states, watching her carefully. “We need to draw bloods, I already looked in the ears and there doesn’t seem to be inflammation, so review after bloods come back,” Mel suggests. Trinity nods in agreement, trying to think of possible causes for the symptoms.
“I’ll see if Jesse or Emma can draw the bloods,” Santos smiles at the patient, heading out of the room. She spots Emma quickly, crossing over to ask her if she had the time for a blood draw. Emma agrees with a smile before heading to get the supplies she needs for the procedure. Santos, knowing that she finally has a little moment, crosses over to the nurses station to try and get ahead on at least one of her charts.
She settles in the chair, groaning a little as she feels the comfort of being off her feet for the first time that morning. The computer is unlocked and the charts are brought up quickly, making use of the full moment she has whilst Emma draws bloods and they wait for results. Her concentration is broken a little as she feels like someone is watching her, she has that feeling in her spine, the primal instinct of knowing that something is tracking her. Her eyes flick up, seeing that Shamsi is staring at her from across the ED - she watches very carefully, trying not to make it obvious, until Shamsi turns away and walks towards the elevator.
Trinity swallows, trying to push the weird feelings down and resume typing all of the knowledge in her head out onto the screen, freeing up a little space. The moment is interrupted once more, a pair of hands grabbing her shoulders. She twists around, sighing in relief as she sees Javadi.
“Fuck, hi, Vic,” Trinity breathes out, a small smile creeping across her lips.
“Hey, how’s it going,” Javadi asks, her fingers pressing deeply into Trinity’s shoulders for a second, massaging a little bit of tension out of her.
“Ugh, normal, I’m just tired,” Trinity answers, eyes back on the screen in front of her to feign working.
“Something keep you up?” Javadi teases, now moving to sit on another seat, opening up her own charts on a different computer. She grins at Santos, making her roll her eyes dramatically before giggling.
“Just a pretty girl.”
“Do I know her?”
“I don’t think so, she’s really cool though, you’d like her,” Santos teases.
“Cool?” Javadi asks, laughing again. “Thought my actual girlfriend would have higher praises-” She’s interrupted.
“Girlfriend? What are you talking about, Victoria?” The unmistakable voice of Eileen Shamsi cuts through. It feels like hell freezes over. The way that Javadi stiffens up, all light gone from her, makes Santos’ heart feel like it’s shattering. Paired with the genuine feeling of fear rising inside of her, knotting in her stomach, feeling like it might come up her throat. She’s disconcerted to say the least.
“M-Mom! What are you… what are you doing down here?” Javadi stutters out, standing up from the stool she’s on. Shamsi frowns at her, barely casting a glance over towards Trinity.
“Consults. I don’t think you’re in the place to ask questions. Please tell me that this ridiculous nonsense is all just stupid gossip?” Her Mom snaps at her with an expectant glare.
“I…I…” Javadi glances over at Santos, who is staring at the scene in front of her helplessly.
“Victoria, are you dating this-” Shamsi gestures at Santos rudely before continuing. “Troublemaker,” She spits out. Santos feels anger flush through her - this woman doesn’t even really know her. Trinity rises to stand now, noticing as Javadi steps in between them slightly - it feels protective, at least she thinks anyway. What the fuck makes her a troublemaker?
“Excuse me?” Santos hisses out, a little too loudly. Her arms are crossed over her chest defensively. She sees the way it draws in stares from her colleagues, but she’s so focused on the issue at hand that she doesn’t know who exactly is around.
“Mom!? What are you- what are you talking about? What are you doing?” Javadi asks frantically, clearly distressed by the events that are unfolding. Shamsi scoffs, shaking her head with a humourless laugh.
“Me? Victoria, the better question is what are you doing? Is this what you’ve been wasting so much time on? Really?” She shakes her head so patronisingly, it makes Santos' face screw up.
“I’m not - What? I’m not wasting-” Javadi is cut off again.
“Oh, Victoria, I’ve heard plenty about your activities with this… doctor from everyone else in this hospital,” Shamshi sneers at her. Santos frowns, trying to find the words to defend both of them from this random attack they’ve found themselves subject to. She knows that she needs to at least try to remain professional, for fuck’s sake, it’s Javadi’s Mom - and she’s a high level attending.
“Activities? Who? What? Who’s been telling you stuff?” Javadi has no such professionalism here, no patience. Trinity looks over at her, seeing her wide-eyed and surprised, angry and teetering towards upset. A million questions run through her own head, but right now all she wants to do is protect Javadi from this. As much as Santos is being humiliated by an older, more established doctor, Victoria is being berated by her own Mother. All over Santos. She feels guilt seeping into her thoughts, making her chest feel too warm and too tight.
“Did you girls forget I work very closely alongside Dr Garcia?”
“Are you kidding? That’s not a credible source,” Trinity interjects, her face becoming a little red. Of course this would have something to do with Garcia. What is her fucking problem? Why does she feel the need to get involved in this so much? Is she causing problems to get back at Santos or is it to punish Javadi?
Shamsi laughs. It’s humourless, it’s cold and it's fucking mean. It brings Santos back to where she is, seeing that multiple nurses and a few doctors have stopped, looking at what’s occurring on the other side of central. Whitaker is frowning deeply, he looks completely pissed off already. Mohan is standing beside him, saying something that would be entirely unintelligible to her anyway.
“Of course you’d say that, all I’ve heard is that you’re nothing but trouble, in here and out there,” Shamsi nods loosely in the direction of the ambulance bay doors, referencing the outside of the hospital.
Santos feels herself beginning to deflate from this conversation - what exactly has Garcia said about her? She didn’t do anything wrong to the woman, she just caught some feelings and Garcia wanted to ‘keep it casual.’ Santos opened up to her emotionally - probably what made Garcia withdraw. It certainly wasn’t as much as she had ever told Dennis or Victoria, but she opened up about her self-harm and her feelings. Garcia never reciprocated. Partly because Santos got Langdon caught out for his addiction and got him into trouble, she thinks.
“Trouble?” Santos manages to get out, her tone becoming increasingly guarded. Javadi takes a small step closer to her. She wishes she wouldn’t, she doesn’t want to make things worse for her girlfriend.
“Mom, she is not trouble!”
“Is she not? Have you stopped to consider at all what she’s doing, Victoria? She’d sleep her way around this hospital to get what she wants-” Ouch. Not true. Santos furrows her brow, feeling a pang of hurt flashing through her. Would Javadi actually think that? It’s just a coincidence that she had got with Garcia and Javadi. Hell, she tried so hard to ignore her feelings for the med student. And she doesn’t want anything from her, there’s no ulterior motive, she just loves being around her. The thought occurs to Santos that she probably actually loves her. Her line of thought is interrupted by Javadi, who goes to say something before Shamsi holds her hand up and continues.
“Have you considered that she is using you? Dr Santos has admitted, on several occeassions, that she wants to get into surgery, do you think it’s purely coincidence that she spends her extra time sleeping around with a surgery resident and now the attending’s daughter? I thought you were smarter, Victoria. Letting yourself get used like that,” Shamsi rattles on, her tone venomous. “From what I have heard, Santos is not even a good doctor, too cocky to be safe, is that who you want to learn from?” She finishes off, taking a breath.
Santos feels like she doesn’t know how to breathe anymore. She starts manually trying to regulate her breaths, subtly, counting as she breathes in and out. Javadi looks angrier than her Mom does and Trinity just feels like she’s received fifty successive punches to the gut. She can sense the eyes on her, she knows that others will have heard what was said, and that before the end of her shift, everyone else will know.
Trinity hears the anger in her girlfriend's voice, but the words don’t fully register in her brain. She hears a petulant “None of that is true,” followed by other protestations of her words. Santos can’t help but slip, thinking and fearing that it would put that idea in Javadi’s head. It makes complete sense, to be perfectly honest. It might seem that way to other people. It’s not true, Santos would never ever do that to Victoria, she really does care about her even if she isn’t good at saying it. But everyone else now knows how bad of a person she is, how much she has the potential to hurt Victoria.
It occurs to her pretty immediately after that thought that she will hurt Victoria at some point. She already has, plenty. She hurts Dennis often enough, she knows again that she will never ever deserve either of them. The tension in her chest tightens, and she wants to run away from all of these feelings again. Retreat into isolation where she won’t be able hurt the people she loves anymore.
It feels like the whole ED is here, and that the room is also three times smaller. Why couldn’t they all just mind their own fucking business? The Pitt is busy enough today, none of them have the time for this.
“-If you’ve heard so damn much, why would you not talk to me about it?” Trinity hears Javadi snapping, her voice getting louder.
“Hey, hey! Woah! Whatever this is, this is not the place for it! Dr Shamsi-” Dana tries to cut in, drawing closer, hands raised in exaggeration. Trinity steals a small glance at her face - she also looks pissed off. Santos feels useless, she feels like a scorned child who has been caught doing something wrong.
“Speak to you when, Victoria? You are barely home, always with her!" She waves dismissively at Trinity, "You only told us she was your friend, and even then you knew I didn’t approve!”
“Well she’s not just my friend, Mom, I knew you’d react poorly to me being with anyone, of course I didn’t tell you!” The cat is completely out of the bag then, another problem piled onto Santos plate.
“What, because you knew it was an idiotic decision to start devoting your time to someone so troubled? For goodness sake, Victoria, you are still a student, she’s doing her residency now! Do you think she will care if you fail your exams? If you’re held back from your dreams because of her?!” Shamsi is almost shouting now, not at all caring about making a scene. She has the established reputation already, most she’ll get for this is a slap on the wrist and for everyone to think she’s an overbearing Mother.
Dana’s voice is cutting into the ‘conversation’ as she desperately tries to stop this. Santos hears her barking at others to get back to work, but really it feels like the whole ED is stuck in this together now. A lump forms in her throat as she listens to Shamsi’s words - none of them were true. Of course she cared. She would sooner end things if it meant Javadi having a better chance for her career and her life, she doesn’t want to drag anyone else down with her again. But it hurts Trinity, do others really think she is so heartless and mean? She knows she’s defensive, cynical, snappy at times, but she doesn’t think it would be enough to make outsiders think that she was cruel.
Dr Al-Hashimi somehow just appears beside the four of them now, seeing Dana’s failed efforts to stop it. Shamsi is completely ignoring Dana, as if she isn’t there at all.
“Dr Shamsi, need I remind you that this is an Emergency Department and there is no place for this behaviour here." She begins, finally diverting Dr Shamsi's attention. "If you have a problem with a resident, you should come to an Attending directly.” She closes in beside them, her hand landing on Trinity's elbow. It closes around her, squeezing gently, supposed to be a small piece of comfort here. It also confuses her, how could Dr Al-Hashimi hear all of this and still find it in herself to defend Trinity? Maybe she really was a good doctor, she’s clearly extremely empathetic. Maybe Trinity was too hard on her at first.
Shamsi scoffs, another horrible laugh rolling out of her mouth. “I have issues with this entire ED, it’s a circus down here. My daughter has been learning nothing, not furthering her skills and you and Dr Robby have so clearly allowed distractions to flourish here. Not to mention the rumours flying up and down the halls of this hospital, this place is all anyone talks about! What kind of programme are you running? What type of medicine are any of you even teaching?” Shamsi looks around the Pitt now, her hands gesturing in the direction of many of the doctors and nurses that have accumulated around central to watch this go down.
“I can assure you, Dr Shamsi, this ED is running exactly as it should. Victoria grows stronger in her abilities each day and Dr Santos is one of the best residents I have ever had the pleasure of teaching. These two are both very capable doctors and I have every faith in their abi-” Dr Al-Hashimi tries to defend both girls.
“What would you know, doctor? You’ve barely been here at all-”
“Mom! Are you fucking serious? Dr Al-Hashimi has been here long enough, you don’t even work down here!” Javadi cuts in now. Dana is trying to move everyone away still, but nobody is really listening to her for once. Santos feels so ashamed.
“This! This is exactly what I mean! All you do is bring trouble!” Shamsi says with a raised voice, finger angrily pointing at her. Santos feels like she’s been slapped across the face. She didn’t start this, she has barely said a word. All she did was catch feelings for her friend. She lets out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. She doesn’t trust herself to speak or defend herself, the tears are burning in her eyes, threatening to spill over now. Pulling away from Al-Hashimi, she slips away from the nursing station and rounds the side of the desks, needing to get out of here.
“Trinity! Wait!” Javadi calls, seemingly taking steps after her.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me, Victoria!” Her Mom hisses, not relenting from this at all. Santos can’t stop now, if she does, she’s going to break down in front of everyone. Panic rises through her - she feels like a frightened animal, backed into a corner and in danger of every pair of hands that are in this room.
“Dr Shamsi!” Al-Hashimi tries again.
“Eileen, get out of my ED, now! This has no place here, if you have problems with your daughter you, work them out at home, and if you have problems with one of our residents then you talk to myself or Baran! This is completely unprofessional and you are doing nothing but causing distractions down here! Go! Or I will call Gloria down right now!” Robby is pretty much yelling now, it’s all Santos hears. She rounds out the door of the ambulance bay, pointedly ignoring sympathetic looks from paramedics that are waiting in the door with patients.