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“Where the hell are my antibiotics, 9S? I faxed that order at seven. It’s fucking four a.m.”
The newly grad pharmacist simply glances up from his desktop at the raging red headed nurse displayed on the communication monitor, sleep-deprivation and annoyance probably visible in his eyes as he cocks a brow at her as if this were an everyday type of interaction.
“I checked the fridge, the patient bin—it’s been eight hours and my shift is almost over and I feel like this lady’s family is gonna rip me apart if I don’t give her the meds now.”
“Did you check the tube station, Devola?” he says with audible sarcasm.
“Did I check the tube station,” she repeats with disbelief, “What do you think I am, an idiot? Of course I checked the—Oh. Oh, it's right here. Thanks, 9S!” she says with a smile and a wave before clicking out.
9S sighs for what is probably the millionth time today.
When he received a hiring deal with YoRHa Medical Facility immediately upon graduation, he was nothing short of thrilled. This was the very place he did most of his clinical rotations at, after all. So to hear that they were so pleased with his performance as a mere student enough to want to hire him full time as an inpatient pharmacist had him overjoyed.
He does love his job, there’s no mistaking that. The pay, the benefits, the sense of accomplishment he’d get from knowing he was actively preventing doctors from accidentally killing half their patients with med rec errors—even the seemingly menial tasks like printing orders and sorting pills made him happy. He especially likes the pill sorting and the pleasant itch it gives his brain when he slides them across the tray in a calculated fashion.
However, when he had agreed to take on the full time night shift for the increased pay, he didn’t expect it to take such a toll on his energy levels. During this time of the night, even when other departments in the hospital are bustling, the pharmacy is surprisingly quite slow most of the time, making for one hell of a drag for someone as fast-paced as him. Not to mention the increased number of moody nurses he has to deal with who for some reason can’t be bothered to check their damn tube stations.
He’s only 25 years old and he already feels like an old man ready for retirement.
And besides that, it gets rather… lonely around here during the graveyard shift. Their department is somewhat understaffed for night shift positions, so it’s often just 9S by himself running the place.
The sudden beeping of the communication monitor alerts him of another incoming call from the ICU just as he resumes his charting on his desktop. He already feels his eye twitch.
“Dr. 10H, for the last time, I am not giving you meropenem for a flu-based fever—”
“Dr. 9S,”
He pauses when he registers the voice belonging to a familiar ICU nurse.
“Oh. Hey, 21O. You need something?”
“Just checking in on you. I heard you would be training a new pharmacy tech transfer today. I imagine you must be excited, knowing you.”
Oh.
That was today?
Suddenly he feels himself perk up a bit.
“…Or did you forget?” his older sister asks before he even gets a chance to respond.
“Gimme some grace, would you? My brain is a little fried from some of the calls tonight.”
She offers a small smile. “Well, regardless, I hope you two get along. It’ll be nice to see you finally have a routine coworker—WHY is Devola’s patient wandering into my ward again? Mr. Argo, you are supposed to be in bed on the med-surg floor—!”
The call suddenly cuts out and 9S is left alone with his charting once again, this time with thoughts of wonder about what his new coworker will be like.
Apparently her name is 2B. According to her record, she’s 35 and has about six years of experience as a tech.
The fact that she’s more than ten years his senior and has been in this field for far longer than he has admittedly makes him a bit nervous alongside his excitement. He’s heard a lot about how older coworkers tend to be either quite bossy or very helpful when it comes to their younger peers. He really hopes she’s the latter.
About half an hour or so passes by when he suddenly hears a knock at the door from the lobby and nearly jumps out of his chair.
That must be her.
9S quickly stands up and pats down his lab coat and fixes his hair, hoping his tiredness doesn’t show on his face before approaching the door.
I wonder what she’ll be like?
Turning the handle and opening the door to his pristine working space, he intends to greet his new coworker with a smile, but quickly finds the air leaving his lungs instead.
Blinking at him with dull-blue eyes through her snow-colored bangs is probably the most gorgeous woman he’s ever had the privilege to lay eyes on. He can’t help the way his eyes very momentarily move up and down her figure, seeing her clutch a shoulder bag and a small stack of paper work against the front of her body. He notes her high-waisted black scrubs and the little white flower badge reel clipped to her top left shirt pocket, with a name tag reading “2B, YoRHa Medical Facility PHARMACY TECH” dangling underneath it.
“Good morning,” she greets in a polite, gentle tone. Oh god, even her voice sounds angelic. “Are you Dr. 9S?”
Is he? Suddenly he can’t remember his own name. What year is it again? Where is he?
He has to physically stop himself from being a babbling mess in front of her as he attempts to formulate a response.
“I—Good m-morning, hi! Y-Yes, that’s me!” he says a little bit too quickly. He immediately composes himself. “You must be 2B, the new hire. Nice to meet you!”
“Likewise,” she nods.
Calm down, 9S.
You’re a professional, damn it.
He clears his throat, doing his best to ignore the lump inside of it. “Let me show you around!”
9S can’t tell if his older colleague’s presence is a blessing or a curse.
On one hand, aside from her unreal beauty, she’s also incredibly sweet and far more helpful than he could’ve possibly anticipated. 9S had no idea the sheer strain he’d been putting himself under by being the sole person tending to most of the pharmacy’s tasks at night until the tech came along. Suddenly, he noticed his energy levels coming back in full swing and his mood bettering, even in the face of passive aggressive staff members from other sections of the hospital.
So far, she’s only been here for a few weeks and they’ve already developed quite a friendly relationship as coworkers. They quickly found a rhythm with each other when it comes to their work, fulfilling their tasks and getting things done in a practically perfect sync. It’s almost like they were specifically designed to work together. Not only that, but despite her rather quiet and socially awkward personality, he’s found her to be a genuine pleasure to talk to. Even in circumstances where she doesn’t say much beyond short responses, he can tell she’s listening intently and hanging onto his words.
On the other hand, however, he keeps finding himself…distracted from his work.
Every chime of her voice when she asks a question or responds to one of his own, the smell of her floral laundry detergent when she walks by, the way her dark-colored scrubs hug the curves of her body perfectly when she bends down to examine a lower shelf, the rare instance when she smiles at something he says and the corners of her eyes crinkle just ever so slightly in such an adorable way.
He wants to slap himself. She’s his coworker, for god's sake. His senior, at that. She agreed to take on this graveyard shift alongside him and this is how he acts? By conjuring up fantasies about her in his brain that make his pants too tight every time she tries to do her job?
Unprofessionalism aside, she most likely wouldn’t be interested in someone as young as him anyway.
9S is currently seated in front of his desktop, having just come back from his lunch break right before 2B hurriedly clocked out to go on hers as soon as he came back. She seemed rather frantic about it, actually. He hopes everything is alright…
Moments pass by while he tends to his charting and emails until suddenly he hears something that catches his attention.
Like the crinkling of paper and…is that breathing?
He pauses his typing and listens closely.
It sounds like it’s coming from the other room..?
Standing up from his chair, he follows the odd mixture of sounds until arriving at the door leading into the patient consultation room, a private space usually reserved for medical examinations or for particularly sensitive conversations with patients regarding their prescribed drug usage. As he stands there listening, the breathing seems to get louder.
Did someone accidentally wander in here somehow..?? This better not be one of Devola’s escaped patients again.
However, when he turns the handle and slowly pulls the door ajar to peek inside, his jaw nearly falls to the floor at the sight of 2B—the latter of whom is sprawled across the examination table, legs spread apart, with one hand buried deep underneath the front half of her scrubs pants while the other gropes at herself beneath her shirt. Her head is lolled back against the disposable pillow while she bites her lower lip in a clear attempt to stifle her moans.
“Doctor…9S…”
As more sounds pour out of her throat, the hand on her chest soon leaves her shirt to cover her mouth.
However, it doesn’t seem to stifle the sharp gasp that leaves her lips when she notices him standing by the door.
For an unfathomably long moment, they both stand there in silence, eyes locked on the other like deer caught in headlights as if either is terrified to speak or move another inch. 9S feels the warm flush that creeps up the side of his neck…as well as the way all the blood in his body rushes south as realization quickly sets in.
…
2B internally curses herself. Part of her wishes that she could just grab a random bottle of pills off the shelf, swallow the whole thing, and hope it instantly kills her right here and now. At least that would be easier than trying to explain herself to him.
What the fuck is wrong with her? 9S has been nothing but kind and sweet to her since her transfer here and she repays him by acting like an unrestrained animal in his office space. It’s especially mortifying knowing the sizable gap between their ages.
She already feels like a creep for having such thoughts about a coworker who’s that much younger than her, but to act on these urges at work of all places…
“I—” she stumbles over her words as she retracts her hands from her scrubs. “I’m so sorry, I don’t…I’ll leave immediately—!”
“Keep going.”
The older woman pauses.
“W…What?”
She watches as he stalks closer to her, eyes trained on her like a hawk circling prey. His demeanor is suddenly pretty different from the cheerier one she’s grown accustomed to in the past few weeks.
“You don’t have to stop.” His voice has dropped a couple octaves and the sound of it causes the coil in her core to tighten. “I don’t mind if you keep going.”
He can’t be serious, right? Right?
“You don’t mean that—”
Both of his hands suddenly pin her on either side of her body, caging her between his arms as she instinctively lays back against the examination bed again. She can hear the way the paper crinkles under his grip.
“I do. Let me see it.”
As hard as it is to believe, the ache between 2B’s legs unfortunately wins out over the logic in her brain. So without another word, the tech swallows hard and slowly reaches her hand beneath the waistband of her scrubs again. The second her fingertips grace her entrance, a sigh leaves her lips right as 9S leans down to press a kiss to her neck.
“Tell me, love,” he says, breath hot against her skin. “What were you touching yourself over? Be a good girl and I might make it come true.”
Just hearing him say that alone is almost enough to make her cum. If there is a god, he is a sick bastard but also her best friend right now. “I was, uh…thinking about you.”
“About me what, 2B?”
Holy fuck.
“…Rewarding me for doing a good job.”
“Hmm,” he hums, the sound once again going straight to her pussy as she hesitates just above her slit. He lifts his head up to stare down at her. “Show me how you touch yourself when you’re wishing it’s me.”
Shame be damned at this point, she happily obeys what he says; her two fingers briefly rubbing up and down her cunt before fully slipping inside and prying another gasp from her parted lips. The older woman alternates between curling her fingers against her walls and barely pulling out to brutally rub up and down against her clit. 9S doesn’t miss the way her thighs jolt in response to her actions, the way her voice frequently changes pitch depending on what she’s doing. It’s like he’s studying her. Finding out what makes her tick. The thought only excites her even more.
She watches 9S shrug off his lab coat and loosen his tie, his breathing becoming heavier the longer he watches. He trails a hand up to gently grab at her wrist and pull her away, eliciting a small whine from the tech that makes him chuckle. “I had no idea you could be this cute, miss 2B,” he says as his fingers hook underneath the waistband of her scrub bottoms and slides them down to her ankles along with her panties. “Or should I say ma’am?”
“You don’t have to call me ma’am,” she grumbles.
“Why not? I kinda like it.”
“It makes me sound…older.”
“I know. That’s why I like it so much.”
Her face flushes intensely at that.
The young man walks around towards the front of the examination table and hooks his hands around 2B’s knees—the paper beneath her making it easy for him to slide her further down to the edge while he spreads her apart. No optimal amount of warning could have possibly prepared her for when he kneels down on the step and presses a kiss to her soaked pussy.
2B’s thighs quiver and she yelps in surprise as he licks hot stripes across her entrance, paying no mind to the pale hair his nose is currently buried in. He’s clearly on a mission, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and gentle suctions against her clit that makes her keen for him. Soon the only sounds filling the room are the intermingled rhythm of their moans, the cold air pushing out of the vents, and the sharp rips of paper being torn apart as the tech writhes atop the uncomfortable table.
“Fuck…More—please! I’m so close! P-Please..!”
Her younger colleague happily obliges her request as he experimentally presses two fingers into her, all the way up to his knuckles to part and curl against her walls while his lips focus on her clit.
The knot in her stomach pulls taut and unwinds all at once as she feels herself clench around his fingers. She throws her head back and bites her lip, coming completely undone beneath him. Her hand reaches down to grip at his hair as she bucks wildly into his mouth.
9S allows her a moment to come down from her high as he stands back up, wiping the juices from his chin with what looks like a proud expression. 2B looks up at him with complete and utter want. She can’t help but instinctively hook a leg around his hips to urge him closer.
He simply smiles and puts her leg down in polite declination and 2B feels her heart sink until he speaks.
“2B, as much as I’d love to fuck you, I want to show you respect.”
She frowns. “But I don’t—”
“Sorry, but it’s not up for debate. I want to do this properly—Do you properly. If you want this to continue as badly as I do, I’ll have to ask for your patience.”
She feels herself light up at that.
“So, you’re not bothered at all by my being…you know…older than you?”
“That doesn’t bother me at all,” he smiles. “I’m a gentleman, and I’ll see to it you’re treated like a lady.” He further proves his point by cleaning her up with a small towel before pulling up her scrub bottoms and retying them for her as he says that, then offering her a hand to help her sit up off the table. She does so, then watches the way he lifts said hand up to press a small kiss to her knuckles, making her blush and smile. She’s amazed at how he can somehow be even more endearing than he already is.
He straightens his tie and puts his lab coat back on. 9S stares at her for a moment. A distant yet hopeful look in his eyes that makes her heart squeeze. It’s something wistful. Something like yearning, almost.
“Feel free to take the rest of the night off, if you need to. I can handle the pharmacy for the remainder of my shift so you can rest. I’ll text you the date details later,” his voice has gone back to its normal, peppy tone as he smiles brightly at her.
Something tells her that there’s no point in arguing with him any further, so after gathering her stuff and clocking out, they bid each other goodnight while he returns to his work and she exits through the door to the hallway.
She didn’t expect her quickie to end like that, but she is certainly not complaining.