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Trinity knew she was being a brat, okay? She was mostly self-aware, thank you very much.
She knew, for example, the exact moment her quips began teetering from playful to insolent. She certainly knew that talking to any superior how she had been all day could be detrimental to her career. She knew (had been told) this sort of attitude made it harder for people to work with her and thus harder for everything to run smoothly.
But, goddammit, she couldn’t help it. How else was she supposed to act after Dr. Al-Hashimi had begun giving her the cold shoulder at work? I mean, Trinity understood why the attending was distant. The two of them had gotten a little too drunk at the holiday party a few weeks ago, and had ended up hooking up in Al-Hashimi's car, much to Trinity's surprise. Of course, she had picked up queer vibes from Al-Hashimi pretty immediately, but she hadn’t pegged the attending as a rule breaker. Which, Trinity supposed, she was still right about. Ever since they had sobered up, Al-Hashimi had apologized profusely, then given Trinity a wide berth. Trinity knew the attending had been purposefully scheduling them on different shifts for weeks. This was the first day they had both been on together, and still she was being intentionally distant.
And here’s the thing. It would be fine normally. Trinity was a big girl. If she could survive everything with Garcia she could certainly survive this weirdness with her attending, which would almost certainly fade over time. The real problem was that Trinity could not stop thinking about Baran Al-Hashimi. She had replayed their hookup in the car hundreds of times at this point. The sharp kisses, Baran’s surprising dominance, her breathy praise as Trinity crawled into her lap, their laughter as they fell together. Dr. Al-Hashimi had tasted like peppermint and chocolate and Trinity wanted to devour her. Trinity hadn’t noticed the bruises until the next day- littered across her collarbone and punctuating her hips like paint dots. Even the thought of it now sent a dark swoop through Trinity’s stomach. She had looked at them for days, mourning when they faded, taking with them any evidence of that one night together. But then, the dreams began. Sordid flashes of Al-Hashimi doing every possible thing to her. Trinity would wake up from these dreams chest heaving, soaking wet, and frustrated to the point of insanity. Truly, it was getting to the point of obsession.
So when Baran Al-Hashimi had locked eyes with Trinity this morning for the first time in weeks, the resident had hoped this shift would go very differently. She hadn’t, for one, expected their first one-on-one interaction to be getting chewed out for such a small mistake.
“Dr. Santos, you were rushing your suturing.” Al-Hashimi said, her voice devoid of any softness.
“Clearly, I was just trying to free up a bed for someone else, Dr. Al-Hashimi.” Trinity noted the way the older woman’s eyebrow raised at her tone. “And the stitching was fine. It wasn’t the prettiest, but it’ll hold until he comes back.” She stared at the way Baran’s mouth straightened into a taught line the more she spoke.
“We don’t strive for sloppy work. We’re not here for things to just be ‘fine’,” Al-Hashimi said. “‘Fine’ is how we miss things. ‘Fine’ can be the difference between life and death.”
Trinity scoffed. “I hardly think a nine year old’s razor scooter fall constitutes the whole ‘life and death’ guilt trip.”
She certainly didn’t miss the way Al-Hashimi’s eyes darkened at that one. The older woman held her gaze for a moment. “Watch your tone,” she finally said before walking away. Trinity gazed at her figure as she walked, strangely satisfied by the whole interaction. She wanted to follow after her, poke at it a bit more. There was something about Al-Hashimi’s tone of voice, that dominance that had filled Trinity’s dreams for the past few weeks. Well, if that’s what it took to keep the older woman’s eyes on her, so be it.
For the next few hours, Trinity went out of her way to be around Al-Hashimi, and every piece of feedback or comment from the attending was met with a defiant comeback. She didn't do it in the presence of the others on shift, just waited for that rare occasional moment where she could swoop in and say something that had Al-Hashimi's narrowing her eyes and clenching her fists. She could tell it was bothering the attending, but Al-Hashimi was clearly trying not to do anything unprofessional. Trinity wished so badly that she would.
The closest she got was when she actually rolled her eyes at Al-Hashimi’s last bit of feedback on her intubation process, and the woman had immediately stepped into Trinity’s space, her eyes blazing with fury and something darker, her hands instinctively reaching for-
But just as soon as it started Al-Hashimi shook her head and stepped back. She let out a loud breath, and turned away, gracefully storming into the break room. Again, a burst of satisfaction filled Trinity. She liked this control, she liked how easy it was to get under Al-Hashimi’s skin.
And Trinity can admit when she maybe, maybe takes it too far.
One of Trinity’s current patients had not responded well to the concoction of drugs they were pushing to manage her pain after a fall, and Al-Hashimi had offered a series of replacement ideas that had immediately made a difference. Trinity’s patients were now all stabilized, and she was running to grab a protein bar as an ad hoc lunch when she ran into her attending.
“You were right, the oxy was the culprit. Hydro is working much better.” Trinity said.
“Good, I’m glad Mrs. Morris is feeling better. Make sure to give her another dose before she’s sent up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Trinity said, saluting the woman in front of her. Al-Hashimi scrunched up her nose. “Call me Doctor.”
Trinity paused, debating if she should do it, but then decided fuck it. “Funny, last time we talked you told me to call you, Baran.”
Al-Hashimi had been turning to walk away, but she immediately stopped in her tracks. She shook her head, a frustrated sigh leaving her as she turned back. “Enough, Dr. Santos. This isn’t appropriate for the workplace. We can talk about this after our shift if you-“
“And I remember telling you to just call me Trinity.”
“Don’t interrupt me.” Her eyes narrowed, her tone immediately icy and dark in a way that sent a delicious shiver down Trinity’s spine. She was suddenly smiling, genuinely elated at the reaction. She didn't care that Baran was glaring at her as long as she was looking at her. Al-Hashimi seemed to clock this reaction, her face softening slightly and her eyebrows quirking up.
“Are you seriously getting off on being a brat to me?”
Trinity breathed out heavy, stunned. “What? No, that’s not- No.”
Al-Hashimi’s lips quirked up. “Very believable.”
Santos huffed, feeling her face turn pink. She couldn't believe the other woman had actually called her out. “I just wanted you to acknowledge me.”
“So you threw a fit like a child to get my attention.”
“Oh, please, you don’t see me as a child. I know how badly you want to-“
“Enough.” Al-Hashimi cut her off, her eyes back to blazing in seconds. "We cannot have this conversation here."
"You started it," Trinity muttered, knowing full well it wasn't really true.
“Out in the hall, now,” Al-Hashimi finally snapped, loud enough that some of the nurses at the station nearby turned their heads at the sound.
Trinity stared in shock for a moment, then begrudgingly followed her attending out to the hall, feeling very much like she was being sent to time out. In the hall, Trinity had enough sense to start to grovel.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I know-“
But Al-Hashimi waved her quiet, her eyes darting around the hall for something. She led them both over to the eastern corner, where Al-Hashimi swiped into a door that Trinity had never once noticed. The inside was filled with with racks of towels and toiletries. What the-
And then, before Trinity’s brain could fully comprehend what was happening, Al-Hashimi was kissing her, hard. It only took a moment for her to get over her shock, and then Trinity leaned into it, immediately heightening the energy and trying to press her body as close to the attending’s as possible. She moaned into her mouth as Al-Hashimi gripped tight on her hips, pushing her hard against the closed door.
Trinity couldn’t believe her luck. Whatever she had expected from the other woman, this was a million times better. They kissed for a moment, and when they finally broke apart for air, Al-Hashimi shook her head. “I should have known you were going to be a brat,” she muttered as she moved down Trinity’s neck.
“I think that’s why you like me-“
“Hush,” Al-Hashimi said, yanking Trinity’s hair to expose more of her neck. Trinity couldn’t help it; she moaned loud and long.
“You’re going to have to be quiet, baby.” Al Hashimi said, smirking against Trinity’s skin. The younger woman whimpered. “We don’t want anyone to hear how desperate you are.”
Al-Hashimi punctuated her statement with a pinch to Trinity’s nipple, and Trinity had to shove her fist into her mouth to bite down the groan that it evoked. It wasn’t silent by any means, but at least it was muffled enough to prevent passerbys outside from hearing.
“Oh, so you can listen to directions, hmm?” The older woman continued her assault on Trinity’s breasts. “How surprising.”
“You were ignoring me.” Trinity said, hating the way her voice came out so breathless and needy.
“I was giving you the same amount of attention that I give all my residents.” Al-Hashimi fiddled with the waistband of Trinity’s scrubs. “I am an attending. I have to focus on everyone and everything. No distractions.” She breathed the last word into Trinity’s collarbone, biting down hard as if a punctuation at the end of it. Trinity couldn’t respond. She was writhing under this attention, bucking for more. “And you, Trinity Santos, are one gorgeous distraction.”
Al Hashimi dropped to her knees, looking up at Trinity, her eyes blown out black. Trinity was nodding before the attending could even ask, the smirk growing on Al-Hashimi as she slowly lowered Trinity’s scrub bottoms. The older woman dragged it out, slowly kissing and nipping each hip as Trinity mewled above her.
“Beautiful,” Al-Hashimi whispered against her skin, and Trinity thought she could maybe cry. She had never so quickly moved into this state of desperation.
“Please,” she begged, not even knowing what she wanted.
“Oh, so needy. What happened to the brat from a few minutes ago? A little attention and you’re back to behaving?” Al-Hashimi pulled down Trinity’s underwear, too, following the same slow path of kisses as her mouth moved closer to her center. Trinity’s shaky legs opened wider for her instinctively.
“God, you’re so wet already.” Al-Hashimi didn’t sound unaffected by this observation, the little laugh she tacked on sounding a bit strangled. “I haven’t even done anything and you’re dripping for me.”
“Want you,” Trinity said, her hips bucking forward. “Want your mouth.”
Al-Hashimi dug her nails into the back of the younger woman’s thighs, drawing out a hiss and a moan. “You’ll take what you’re given.” She said with soft admonishment. But then, as if she too couldn’t help herself, she licked a long stripe up Trinity’s center. And, well, Trinity was fairly certain she had died and been transported to heaven.
This, Trinity realized, this is what she had been needing. For weeks she had been dreaming about this moment. All day she had poked and prodded to get herself here, in this dingy supply closet, with the most beautiful woman she had ever seen on the floor using her tongue to- Oh.
“God, so good. You’re so good.” Trinity babbled, her hands resting gentle on her attending’s shoulders. Baran Al-Hashimi took her harder, pulling her forward to half sit on her face as she devoured Trinity. Trinity looked down to watch her, the eye contact between them sending Trinity's temperature sky-rocketing. As she looked, she watch one of the attending’s hands snake up between her to circle at her entrance. Trinity nearly doubled over from the new pressure. “Yes, yes. Please.”
Al-Hashimi circled her fingers through the wetness for a moment, then let her fingers sink slowly in as her mouth sucked her clit hard.
“Oh my god, oh my god.”
Baran's hands moved in and out, curling in a way that had Trinity's biting her own fist again to prevent herself from moaning too loud. Baran’s mouth continued its assault on her clit at the same time, and Trinity could feel herself beginning to shake. Al-Hashimi pulled away and let out a pleased little laugh. “I really can’t believe how easy it is to get you worked up,” She said.
And any retort Trinity might have died when she saw the luminescent lights highlighting the slick around Al-Hashimi’s mouth, her hand still pumping in and out.
“Can you-“ Trinity said, her head thrown back as fingers curled inside of her again. “Can you kiss me?”
Al-Hashimi smiled, more tenderly than before. “So polite,” she said, rising without stopping her fingers. She kissed Trinity hard, her free hand running along her neck and chest. Trinity could taste herself on Baran’s tongue and it sent a searing wave of heat through her. She began bucking her hips to fuck back onto Al-Hashimi’s fingers, desperate for more, deeper, faster.
“Needy,” Baran said, moving to nip at Trinity’s neck and ear. “If I’d have known how easy it was to get you to be so polite and pliant, I would have done this sooner.” The attending sped up her fingers as they pumped inside, her palm moving to rub Trinity’s clit. Trinity gasped, burying her head to the side and muffling her sounds in Al-Hashimi’s hair.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Are you close already?” Al-Hashimi laughed again, and it was degrading in a way that only sent Trinity closer to the edge. Everything about this was desperate and filthy, the pair fucking in a supply closet only a few yards from all their coworkers. How could she not be worked up? She ground down into Baran’s hand, chasing closer to her high.
“M’close.” She moaned. She was teetering right on the edge. One more curled thrust inside of her and-
And Baran Al-Hashimi pulled completely away from her, stopping her movements and stepping further into the supply closet, completely out of Trinity’s reach.
“No,” Trinity whined.
No, no, no.
Her impending orgasm dissipated and Trinity’s breath heaved as her brain tried to make sense of this frustration. “Why did you stop?" Her voice was tinny. "I was right there.”
Al-Hashimi paused before responding, just taking in the sight of her resident. There was something dark in her raking gaze, something proprietary. “Did you honestly think after you being a brat all day I was going to just give you exactly what you wanted?”
Oh, fuck. So this was some sort of sick punishment for her behavior. Trinity squeezed her thighs tightly together.
“I’m sorry, okay?” She began. “I was being difficult to get your attention and I know it was wrong.” Trinity stepped forward towards the other woman, but Baran stepped back out of reach. “Please,” Trinity continued. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. Just touch me.”
Al-Hashimi shook her head, her smile widening. “Only good girls get to come.” She said, and god, Trinity thought she might pass out from how badly her body wanted. “And," Al-Hashimi added, "Somehow, I don’t really believe that your little attitude will just vanish.”
In contrast to her words, though, Al-Hashimi began to kneel again, and Trinity breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank you, thank you.” She began babbling again. She might be embarrassed later at the desperation, but for now she had no concept of anything other than the woman in front of her.
Al-Hashimi swiped a finger through Trinity’s folds, and the younger girl shivered at the touch. Baran kept eye contact as she brought her now soaking fingers to her mouth and swallowed around them.
“Fuck, Baran. Fuck.” Trinity threw her head back, already dizzy with need again.
The attending hummed around the taste of her before saying, “You know you can’t call me that here.”
“Doctor Al-Hashimi,” she corrected. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, pretty girl, I forgive you.” But instead of touching Trinity again, Al-Hashimi grabbed the younger’s fallen scrubs and began to pull them back up her body.
“No,” Trinity began. “Please.”
“I think we should let the lesson sink in, don’t you?”
Trinity's mouth fell open. “You’re seriously not gonna let me come?” She hated how shaky her voice was.
Al-Hashimi tsked, her voice smooth and teasing. “This is a work environment Dr. Santos. It would be highly inappropriate for me to do anything like that for any of my residents.”
“But-“
“Especially if said resident has been highly rude all day, deliberately trying to get attention by disrespecting and disobeying my every order.”
“I didn’t know-“
“What kind of message would that send?” Al-Hashimi continued to talk over her and Trinity could feel her desperation heightening.
“I’ll be good.” The resident was finally able to interject. “Honestly. I’ve learned my lesson. I promise I’ll be good, just please don’t leave me like this.” She stepped forward again, but Al-Hashimi just shook her head and smiled wickedly. Trinity clenched in frustration.
“Take 15 minutes to get calmed down and focused again and then get back to your patients.” Al-Hashimi said, her voice all business. At Trinity’s crestfallen gaze she seemed to relent a bit. She stepped closer. “And maybe-maybe-if you’re good, you’ll get a reward later after shift.”
“That’s still 6 hours away,” Trinity complained, and Al-Hashimi grabbed her chin and yanked her gaze up.
“And what a wonderful 6 hours it will be,” she said. “Watching you work, knowing how wet you still are for me.”
Trinity couldn’t respond. She just watched helplessly as the attending released her grip and walked past her to the door.
“Oh and Dr. Santos?” she added casually. “Don’t even think about touching yourself when I leave. You come for me or not at all.”
Trinity bit down on her cheek hard, and stayed silent as the older woman slipped out the door. After a few moments of breathing, she huffed out a shaky, bitter laugh. What the fuck had she gotten herself into?
It took the full 15 minutes for Trinity to pull herself out of the supply closet and into some semblance of a functional human being. She had considered just finishing herself off for a moment, Al-Hashimi’s rules be damned, but there was something enticing about the game the attending had set up. She wanted the reward Al-Hashimi had promised, even if that meant dealing with all of this for the rest of shift.
When she got back to her station, Dennis eyed her.
“What happened to you?” He asked.
“Hm?” Trinity had her head down, deliberately avoiding any sightings of a certain attending.
“You’ve been gone for like 25 minutes.” Dennis pushed.
“I was just taking a quick breather,” Trinity said. When he didn’t seem convinced, she sighed. “Relax, Huckleberry, I’m back to give you the entertainment you’re clearly so desperate for.”
“MVA incoming, 4 minutes out!”
“And speaking of entertainment,” Trinity twirled out of her seat. “I’ve got dibs.”
The next few hours went by faster than she was expecting, probably because Trinity jumped on every trauma she could, finding that the fast paced environment left only room for her to act, not to think about herself. When she was stuck charting, her own body took back over. All of a sudden she could feel her sticky underwear again, and found herself tensing her legs together as she tried and failed to avoid seeking out Dr. Al-Hashimi. It annoyed Trinity how composed the other woman seemed. She tracked her out of the corner of her eyes as she moved about the room, a soft dominance to Al-Hashimi’s every step and order. Trinity looked at the clock for the hundredth time. Still two hours to go. Fuck.
“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” Dennis rolled his chair over, his voice snapping Trinity’s gaze away from the attending across the room.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Trinity immediately snapped back, instantly feeling bad about the tone, but not taking it back.
Whittaker shrugged, and seemed to weigh his next words carefully. “You’ve just been quiet the second half of this shift. Which is a great change of pace, don’t get me wrong-“ Trinity shot him a glare that had him stumbling to get to his next words.“-And you sort of snapped at me about that code earlier?”
Ah, yes. Dennis had beat her to a trauma, leaving Trinity alone with her thoughts as she watched him basically resuscitate this guy from the dead and earn a genuine, “Fantastic work, Dr. Whittaker,” from none other than Al-Hashimi herself.
That was supposed to be my save. She couldn’t help but thinking. My praise.
It was greedy and wrong and unfair, and she snapped out of it fairly quickly, turning all of her attention to her patients instead. Poor Dennis, always caught in the crossfire of her emotions.
“I’m sorry for snapping. I guess I am a little out of it.” She said to him.
But if Trinity thought her apology would smooth things over, she was wrong. Instead, Dennis went slack jawed, his eyes even more concerned.
“Oh, now I know something is wrong.” He said. “Since when do you apologize that quickly?”
Before Trinity could cover herself with a retort, Al-Hashimi drifted into their orbit.
“What’s this about an apology? Everything okay?” The attending asked, her eyes flitting between the pair.
Dennis nodded. “Oh yes, all good. Trinity was apologizing to me for something earlier. All water under the bridge.” Trinity aimed a sharp kick at Dennis’s foot under the table, and he burst forth with a small “Ow! Rude.”
“Hmmm,” Dr. Al-Hashimi hummed. “I’m glad to see you taking accountability for your actions, Dr. Santos. So apologetic today. It’s very nice to see.”
And Trinity couldn’t help it, her body immediately reacted. She squeaked out something between a cough and a whine, and felt her face burn at the raised eyes from both Dennis and Al-Hashimi. Trinity's body was filled with a heady mix of embarrassment, admonishment, and such intense need that she nearly gripped her pen in half. But Al-Hashimi clearly hadn’t come to torture her, and she moved on quickly from the conversation. It didn’t help much. Trinity was hot all over from such a small interaction. Her voice, god her voice. Trinity thought that maybe Al-Hashimi could say anything to her and it would send her spiraling. It was like they were back in that closet all over again.
Trinity squeezed the bridge of her nose. Focus. You’re at work. You need to focus. Baran kissing her in the car, biting her collarbones, pulling her hair. The little moments of praise peppered in between rough touches. Her hands, her mouth.
Fuck, this shift needed to end.
Trinity was buzzing. There was no other word for it. Her skin felt like it had been electrocuted and she pulsed with want. The minute she had clocked out it was like her body had finally let her fully feel it. And all of this because Baran Al-Hashimi had teased her for what? 10 minutes? Trinity really needed to get herself together. It really was pathetic at this point.
But did she really want to stop it? The pulsing, the buzzy warm skin, the want. It was electrifying.
Trinity Santos was standing outside the elevators to Al-Hashimi’s condo. The older woman had texted Trinity when the shift was over her address and gate code. That was it, no extra fluff, no indication of what they were planning on doing. No “good job, Trinity. You made it through a shift even though I did everything in my power to kill you slowly.”
The elevator doors finally opened and Trinity climbed on, her anticipation morphing into nervousness. The resident had gone home briefly after her shift, showering in less than 5 minutes and then not even stopping to tell Whittaker where she was heading. And how could she? This was easily one of the stupidest things Trinity had ever done. The sheer magnitude of the risk, the way it could blow up her career and maybe even Baran’s in a heartbeat. Stupid, stupid. What was she doing here?
She stepped off the elevator onto the floor, her feet carrying her forward even as her mind raced. Nervousness had fully bloomed, her brain on high alert. But her body betrayed her. She didn't even pause before knocking on the right door, though her heart raced as she heard someone walk to open it. A few clicks of a lock and Baran Al-Hashimi appeared, donned in a bathrobe and toweling her hair dry.
In an instant, the anxiety that had been blooming inside of Trinity vanished. Baran was beautiful, her smile lifting and eyes lighting up at the sight of the younger girl. All Trinity wanted was to be here, with her. It felt like a calmness to admit that, to yield to the anxiety and let the self-assurance take over.
And, because she was Trinity Santos, her instinct was to break up the tension of the moment with a quip. “You couldn't wait for me?” She asked, gesturing to the bathrobe and towel. Baran chuckled.
“There’s nothing sexy about a shower after a 12 hour shift,” the woman said, ushering Trinity inside and closing the door behind them.
“You know I think we should maybe test the theory sometime,” Trinity said absentmindedly, her eyes darting around the space. It was warm and cozy, fairly minimalist other than the unique art that donned all of the walls. Trinity made a note to ask her about it.
“Ah,” Baran said. “Purely for scientific research purposes, hmm?” She smiled teasingly through the words.
“Of course. You know me, all about strengthening the data.” Trinity said.
But Al-Hashimi didn't respond, just began to slowly close in around her. Trinity was being slowly ushered against the back wall, her body suddenly pressed tight against it. Trinity shivered. She was glad to skip the waiting, the small talk. This. This is what she needed.
“Cute,” the older woman said softly, brushing her hand against Trinity's jaw before, before dipping down and kissing her in the same spot. The younger woman sighed softly, happily. “So how was the rest of your shift, Dr. Santos?”
It was an almost absurd question to be asking when they were pressed this close together, but Trinity knew why she was asking it. Trinity didn’t want to give in, not quite yet. So she offered up, “Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Couple of intubations here. Couple of stitches there. That hemorrhage case was pretty gnarly.”
Al-Hashimi smiled her calculated smile that Trinity was coming to love. “Mmm,” the older woman said, still fully pressing Trinity into the wall. “Same old, same old, huh?”
“Kind of a boring shift if I’m being honest.” Trinity lied, trying not to react to Al-Hashimi’s mouth now sucking gently down her neck.
“Boring,” she felt the woman say into her pulse point. “Right.”
“How was the rest of your shift Dr. Al-Hashimi?” Trinity was able to choke out, her voice already raising at a few particularly sharp kisses. She tried to imperceptibly turn her head as she spoke to give the older woman more access to her neck.
“Boring isn’t the word I would use.” Baran said, nipping at Trinity. “You see I spent the whole shift trying to get this woman out of my head. It was maddening.”
Trinity sighed into a particularly long kiss on her neck. “She sounds hot.” Trinity said, and Baran laughed, the sound bright and genuine, like bells twinkling.
“Yes, she’s beautiful.” The older woman said, her arms running up and down the length of Trinity’s body. “She’s a bit of a brat, though. Always talking back.”
At the word, Trinity could feel the heat pooling in her lower stomach. Before she could respond, though, the other woman continued. “You should see how perfect she looks when her brattiness is reigned in, though.” Baran traced the curve of Trinity’s breast. “Legs shaking, thighs dripping, a flush from her chest up her neck. And the noises she makes.” Al-Hashimi pulled back, and Trinity had to stop herself from already begging her to continue. “Beautiful.” The woman said, looking at Trinity with an intensity that she had to look away. It was all suddenly too much, this attention, this careful praise. She needed more, or less, or just something. She needed Baran Al-Hashimi to actually touch her.
“You promised a reward,” Trinity said, immediately cringing at how desperate it sounded. She tried to muster up some dignity, straightening her chin. “I did everything you said.”
“You did," Al-Hashimi said, nodding carefully. "And what is it that you want for your reward?"
Endless possibilities flit through Trinity's mind, filling her with want so intense she had a hard time thinking of anything specific. Trinity tried to pay attention to Baran's face and not drift her focus to the wandering hands moving up and down her thighs and stomach as she mumbled, "“Just, you know. Something. Whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” Baran’s face broke into a wicked smile. “So you’d be okay with getting you right to the edge again and then ripping you orgasms away from you? We could go again and again. It would be glorious."
“No!” Trinity said, the reaction involuntary. “Er- I mean. No, thank you?” She said quieter.
Baran smiled at her attempt. “But you look so pretty when you're shaking and begging me to let you come.”
“Please. I‘ve waited all day. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head either. Please just touch me. The teasing is killing me."
"Dramatic," Baran said, before humming in approval. "So you admit it wasn't a boring shift after all," she said more than asked. Al-Hashimi didn't wait for the other woman's response before she grabbed her hips purposefully. The older woman gave her one, last lingering stare before she slowly closed the gap between them.
Their kiss was slower than in the supply closet, less reactionary and more intentional. Baran took her time with it, coaxing little moans out of Trinity and swallowing them up. It gradually grew in pace, their lips meeting again and again, breaths growing heavier. Baran shifted her legs, slotting one between Trinity. The younger woman moaned at the instant pressure. She couldn't stop herself from grinding down on her thigh, desperate for friction that she had been needing all day.
Baran pulled back to watch her, her hands tight on Trinity's hips as she helped her grind down on her leg.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," Baran said, somewhat breathless herself. "Look at you, so desperate. Grinding on my leg like a puppy in heat."
The moan that Trinity let out was guttural. She ground down harder, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her. Baran kissed her again, swallowing more of her moans as she attacked the girl everywhere. Her hands alternated between her hair, her neck, her stomach, her breasts. Every once in awhile she would find Trinity's hips again, helping the younger girl Baran's hands fuck herself onto her thigh harder. When Baran pinched one of Trinity's nipples hard in time with her hips movement, she threw her head back into the wall, nearly wailing.
"Carefully, honey," Baran said, bringing her hand up to massage the back of her head as she pulled her into a kiss. Trinity was barely present at this point to notice if she felt any pain. She was like an animal, frenzied and desperate to come. Had it ever been like this before? Trinity didn't think so. She loved sex and she had had some great sex in her life. But this? This was extraordinary.
"Harder, baby," Baran said in her ear, raising her leg up higher to increase the pressure on Trinity's center. She was making a mess of Baran's pretty robe, but she couldn't bring herself to care about it. The friction of the material was heavenly, and Trinity couldn't stop if she wanted to.
"I want to see you come like this," Baran said, her voice just as breathless as Trinity. "On my thigh, desperate for me." Trinity moaned and nodded, speeding up her hips. She couldn't usually come from this alone, but being on edge all day had left her overly sensitive. Baran sucked once more, hard, on her neck before pulling back to watch. And Trinity put on a show.
She was a mess. Grinding, babbling, soaking into the fabric of the robe. Every time Baran would push her hips down hard on her leg she felt herself getting closer and closer, until, after what felt like such a short time.
"I'm gonna come," Trinity choked out. "Please," she added. "Please let me."
Baran nodded vigorously. "Of course, sweet girl. You've been so good, so good."
Trinity's hips sped up erratically, her mouth just a constant stream of moans and whines.
"C'mon Trinity. Come for me. Be a good girl and come on my thigh," Baran said in her ear, filthy and breathy. And Trinity erupted on a cry, her orgasm searing through her like lightning. "Oh, thank you," she babbled over and over again, Baran still moving her hips as she shook from pleasure. Trinity was barely present in the room, so strong was every sensation. She thought, ridiculously, maybe she had ascended to some sort of heavenly plane. That would make sense why the angel in front of her was now holding up most of her wait, petting back her hair with a litanies of "so good" and "beautiful".
As Trinity caught her breath and gradually came back to herself, she realized that they both still had clothes on. Jesus, they hadn't even made it past that. Well, that just wouldn't do. Trinity lifted her arms to pull the robe off of Al-Hashimi, looking for any sign of hesitation before untying the knot. The older woman let it fall easily, and Trinity's mouth fell agape at the sight of her.
"Beautiful," Trinity breathed. And she was, undoubtedly. Baran Al-Hashimi, Trinity decided, was someone they'd carve sculptures for, someone they'd paint and hang in the most world renowned museums.Trinity reached out to run a hand along her skin, which flooded with goosebumps at her touch. She traced her arms, letting the flush follow her, all along her shoulders, down her chest. Trinity rubbed lightly over her nipples and Baran inhaled tightly. Emboldened by the response, she let her hands move further down, tracing the older woman's stomach and hips, teasing along her waistline.
"Can I touch you?" Trinity asked, her voice almost a whisper. Al-Hashimi nodded, her eyes blazing as she made and kept eye contact with Trinity. It was intense, to watch each other like this, especially as Trinity's hand snaked down in between her. Baran was already wet, something that thrilled her. Baran exhaled long and hard as Trinity's fingers began to play in her folds. The slick sounds filled the room with an erotic sort of buzz, added to when Trinity's sharp circling of her clit finally got a moan from the other woman.
It was official. Trinity was addicted. She would do anything, anything to hear that sound again.
Without waiting, she sunk two fingers into Baran, the older woman gripping tight onto her arms as she gasped. "That's so good, Trinity," the woman said as she hummed at the thrusts. "You're, god, you're perfect. You're- fuck-"
Trinity could feel the dopey smile on her face but she didn't care. She loved this, loved watching the reaction she could have on Baran. She fingered her harder, the slickness running down her hand. Suddenly, though, Baran's hand caught hers, stalling her ministrations.
"What's wrong?" Trinity asked, but Baran shook her head with a smile. Keeping her grip on the younger girl's arm, she pulled them both down the back hallway. Trinity began chucking off her clothes as she ran, and she found herself giggling as they practically raced to the back bedroom. Baran's matching laugh was a gift in it of itself.
They passed a few doors before Baran pushed into a room donned in softer light, at the center, a massive King-sized bed. Trinity was distracted for a moment by all the new information. The photo frames on the wall, the book on the beside table. This was wear Baran slept. This is where she got dressed every morning. This is where she did her hair. Each corner unlocked a potential new piece of information about the woman. Trinity was surprised at how desperate she was to know her.
“On the bed,” Al-Hashimi said, and with just one command, Trinity was back in, razor focused. She crawled onto the center without a thought of hesitation.
“Good girl.”
Trinity lit up at the praise, a pleased sigh leaving her as she settled into the words. Baran looked at her for a beat before crawling on after her. Immediately their mouths connected again, Al-Hashimi clearly worked up, her breath coming out shakier with each kiss. They had flipped, with Trinity on top and Baran underneath of her, the older woman's chest heaving as her hands pulled off the final pieces of Trinity's clothing. Trinity usually hated this part, being fully undressed in front of someone for the first time. But it was easy to tamp down the discomfort by watching Al-Hashimi's eyes, the way they took Trinity in like she wished she could devouring her. Trinity let her look for only a moment before jumping back at it, moving to kiss at her neck. Trinity's lips spent extra time at a spot in the crook of Baran’s neck that sent goosebumps flaring across her beautiful skin. She kissed her way down her chest, before putting her mouth around one of the raised buds and sucking hard.
“Jesus, Trinity.” Al-Hashimi threw her head back at the sensation. Trinity smiled, eating up the reaction. She brought her free hand up to pinch the other nipple, speeding up her mouth and fingers at every sharp intake of breath from the woman under her. When she bit around one of the buds, Al-Hashimi groaned loudly, arching off the bed below her.
"Fuck"
Trinity smiled, then continued her path, kissing her way down her stomach. Baran’s hand guided her by her hair, pushing her lower and lower. Trinity went willingly, kissing all around her waist and thighs. Baran’s breathing had grown slightly erratic. “C’mon, pretty girl, let’s put that mouth to use.”
Trinity licked a long stripe up her center, humming at the sweet taste. She lapped her up for awhile, egged on by the breathy moans and encouragements from above her. She flicked her tongue hard on her clit, loving how each circle got her another tug on her hair. Baran had begun to push her hips harder into her mouth, and Trinity pulled back to catch her breath. "Flip over," Trinity said, already switching to her back.
"What?" It was the first time Trinity had seen Al-Hashimi so out of it. She looked almost drunk, staring at Trinity as the girl explained, "Use me, c'mon."
The lightbulb clicked for Baran, and she laughed a sort of disbelieving sound, before straddling Trinity's face. Trinity was face to face again with her, and couldn't stop herself from lapping up again. "Easy, baby," Baran said, gripping the sideboard before slowly lowing herself down. Trinity hummed in pleasure. She loved this. Loved how out of control it made her partners, loved how trapped down it made her feel. She ate Al-Hashimi out with a new vigor, squeezing the other woman's thighs in assurance as she encouraged her to ride her face.
"God, Trinity Santos, you are perfect," Al-Hashimi said, throwing her head back as she moaned in pleasure. Her hips had sped up quickly as she took pleasure from the mouth beneath her. "So perfect, baby. You can't even believe how bad I wanted this all day. Fucking hell."
Trinity hummed along to her words, noting the way it made Al-Hashimi's hips stutter each time. Baran's hips quickly grew more erratic, her babbling becoming less coherent. "So-fuck- so good. God," she moaned long and loud. "You're gonna make me come, Trinity, fuck."
Something about the sound of her name being moaned by the woman made Trinity go all shivery again, herself letting out a loud moan as Baran rode her face. The vibrations must have pushed Al-Hashimi over the edge because she suddenly shouted out, her hips stuttering and hands gripping the back board tightly. Trinity could feel her contract around her tongue, and oh, god , she wondered if it was possible to come without being touched at all. She thinks that if anyone could figure out how to do it, it would be Baran Al-Hashimi.
Al-Hashimi collapsed to the side, and Trinity let her catch her breath, tracing her rising ribs and chest. After a few moments, Baran seemed to come to it again, turning her head with a bright smile and capturing Trinity in a kiss.
"Beautiful," she whispered against her lips. "Gorgeous, perfect, you're perfect." She said, and Trinity could hardly keep up with the praise. She couldn't stop thinking about how Al-Hashimi was tasting herself on her lips, that her literal attending had come on her face less than a minute ago. It was surreal.
And ridiculously hot.
Trinity squeezed her legs together tightly as they kept kissing, trying to get friction again. Baran noticed, of course she did, and chuckled against her lips. "Needy girl," she said, but it was clearly a term of endearment.
Before Trinity could respond, the older woman had already brought her hand down to her clit, and without any slowness, began a punishing pace. Trinity arched her back into the sudden attention. "Fuck."
"I want you to come fast and hard, Trinity Santos." Baran said into her ear, and the speed of her hand increased. Trinity cried out in pleasure, her head dizzy at the speed with which she was getting. Baran began to simultaneously twist at her nipples, and Trinity was done for. It was so fast, so fast, but she was already spiraling out of control.
"I'm close," she said, and Baran hummed.
"Good girl."
Everything in Trinity tightened. "Oh please," she began a litany of begging again. "Dr. Al- Al-, fuck." Baran's hand moved even faster, and Trinity cried out.
"Call me Baran," the older woman said. "Say it. Say whose making you feel this way."
"Baran," Trinity said. "You're doing- fuck- it's you. It's all you," Trinity arched her bed off the bed in a long moan. "Baran," she said as she crescendoed over the edge, Baran's hand not giving up its harsh pace while she whispered praise in Trinity's ear. Her orgasm rolled out of her, hitting even harder this second time and lasting for what felt like ages. Baran didn't let up, not even when Trinity's legs started to shake. It wasn't until Trinity was squealing to get away from the overstimulation that she stopped, and only to push herself onto the younger girl and wrap her in a deep and unyielding kiss.
As Trinity finally caught her breath, Baran Al-Hashimi settled into her side. Her hair was now fully dried, but wild, her skin tinged with a few new bruises that Trinity was please to see popping up. She hoped her skin looked the same way, that this day had somehow been translated onto her skin.
They both just started at each other, satiated in the post-sex glow. Baran had snaked her hand into Trinity's hair, massaging it slightly.
"We shouldn't have showered," Trinity finally said, breaking the silence.
Baran huffed. "Listen, I know you were desperate, but we definitely needed to after work. Shall I bring up once again the hemorrhaging incident."
"No I know," Trinity said, cringing at the memory. "But we're all sweaty and gross again. Seems a waste."
"Well," Baran said, her little smile flitting out. "You did say something about testing a theory." She sat up and crawled off the bed towards the en suite. "You coming?" She said over her shoulder.
Trinity smiled watching the lithe woman turn on the bathroom light. "Just to shower?" Trinity called after her. "No funny business?"
Baran laughed at her.
"Well," she said. "I can't make any promises when it comes to you."
Trinity crawled off the bed to follow. "Oh, please. I am the picture of self-control. If anyone is going to start anything, it's you."
Baran shook her head and pulled her into a kiss. "Is that so?" She asked, and Trinity nodded.
"See, case in point, you can't keep your hands off of me."
"Well, you're just so tempting."
"And all after you jumped my bones at work," Trinity said with a dramatic flourish. "Poor me, so innocent and unsuspecting. Being lured into dark corners and having my innocence corrupted."
Baran's teeth poked out sharply from her growing smile. "I seem to remember the day a little different," she said. "And I very much did not start it."
Trinity played dumb, shaking her head and keeping her tone playful. "And how was I to know you would react like that? I'm telling you, I'm innocent in all of this."
Baran rolled her eyes, her smile widening. When Trinity turned to get in the shower, she swatted lightly at her butt.
"Brat," she said and Trinity yelped, before saying "hey!" and breaking into raucous laughter. Baran laughed with her, passing by to step into the hot stream of the shower. Trinity took in the view for a moment, her breath catching at the sight of the woman. Then she followed in after her, the water enveloping them both into a steamy haze, blurring everything out but them.