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“Jesus Christ, you smell so good,” Abbot inhales loudly, face buried in her hair. Samira bites back a throaty sound, tightens her fingers on his neck. The skin is so hot there, he must be so flushed.
She knows what it must look like. Saw it last month, as she watched red seep through his cheeks and down his chest. She didn’t dare touch his skin back then. She slides a finger below the collar of his shirt now.
“Samira,” he rasps, mouth open against the skin below her ear. She feels a moist drop there, as he lets his tongue out and sucks on her earlobe. As he bites it. “Can I taste you?”
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After a startling call from Robby, Jack Abbot could use a drink. Samira Mohan could use one, too. That leads them tumbling to his couch.
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09 Jul 2026
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Samira needs a date to a family gathering, so she asks Jack who accepts and makes a name amongst them
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09 Jul 2026
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samira mohan has spent her whole life trying to make peace with the idea that she is not the kind of woman people look at twice. jack abbot, unfortunately for her long-held beliefs, looks at her like she is the only thing in the room that has ever made sense. and he will do anything to prove it to her.
title from "angel" by massive attack.
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09 Jul 2026
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Life has occasioned to kick Jack Abbot in the teeth more times than he can count. More times than he has fingers, more times than the five toes he lost or the five toes he still has. He keeps this in mind when Samira Mohan emails him asking permission to submit the article they co-authored two summers ago, Efficacy and Complications of Intracardiac Pigtail Catheterization in the Emergency Room Setting, to present at a conference in Philadelphia.
He has not seen her for almost two years. It took six months for him to get her new phone number, and another six months after that to convince her that he really meant it when he said that he wanted to keep in touch.
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07 Jul 2026
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Heel of her hand pressing into his erection, half-hard and straining against the zipper of his pants, Samira tilts her head at him. Appraising. Inquisitive. “You don’t want me to?”
“I—I do,” Jack stammers out, hips squirming on the bench seat as her fingers deftly flick open the button. “I really do, but we shouldn’t. It’s not a good idea. Dr. Mohan, If this ever gets out, if you get caught doing this, you’ll never be Chief Resident.”
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07 Jul 2026