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The rumour was that the new attending was an alpha.
Nobody knew if it was true of false, and Trinity was determined to figure it out all by herself, without being too obvious about it, of course.
She's heard many things before this day, first of which was that the new attending is divorced, got rid of the claim marks and is starting with a fresh, blank page at the pit.
She also heard that she was observant. Unlike others of her kind, she was patient, eyes warm, smile soft, and yet she was a whole other level more when Trinity first met her.
There was annoyance in her tone. Reminding her that the charts were the second most important thing to get done, not like Trinity didn't know that, not like she needed to be reminded, and yet as Dr. Al-Hashimi tilted her head just a bit to the left and looked at her so calmly that it almost scared Trinity, she felt like she actually needed to be told to do her job more efficiently.
The first day with the new attending and Robby constantly babying Dr. Al-Hashimi for some unknown reason seemed to be the hardest day of all that followed after Robby left.
Neither of them knew whether Robby was coming back, some of them didn't care much to think twice of it, some of them were charmed by the new attending, giving all their attention to her, getting used to the fact that now Dr. Baran Al-hashimi is in charge.
It took more time for Trinity to melt under Dr. Al-Hashimi's gaze.
She noticed so many things about the alpha, which was obvious after spending more time with her, that she was in fact an alpha, yet she kept her mouth sealed. The moments when Baran's eyes darted off the patient she was supposed to see to, the times when she rushed off to the bathroom after treating a patient, looking shaken up.
Three months weren't supposed to be short, nor long. A quarter of a year without Robby, a little over ninety days with Baran's soft voice following around the rooms, giving orders in that tone of hers that kept Trinity awake late at nights.
She got better at charting. Definitely decided to skip out on Al-Hashimi's AI algorithm, though the idea itself could've been beneficial, if it was accurate. It wasn't.
And when she first faced Al-Hashimi with that very same statement of hers, something shifted in Baran's eyes. Those dark, soul-wrenching chocolate eyes glistened.
"I'm not saying it's useless, don't get me wrong, but—" Trinity's voice falters, feeling an ancestral need to glance down at her feet after meeting Baran's eyes. "I can't be replaced with it."
Baran's mouth twitches into a small smirk. "It's not there to replace you, Dr. Santos, it's there to help you."
Trinity can't help but scoff.
She shakes her head and turns around, inhaling harshly through her nose, trying her best to ignore Baran's scent.
It took a lot longer for her to get used to Dr. Al-Hashimi, but she did, eventually. She couldn't help noticing those small, incredibly tiny things about the alpha.
That one day, maybe around week three, it all came crashing down.
It was one of her first night shifts in a while, and to her surprise, it was also Dr. Al-Hashimi's.
Nine o'clock arrived, morning shift has gone home. They were left with about twenty patients, not insanely bad, enough to catch a fifteen minute nap between one and two.
That's what Trinity wanted to do, but traumas just kept coming in after two in the morning. An underground rave club collapsed. People were brought in with worse and worse wounds, open stomach-bleeding, noses smashes, fluorescent fluids splashed all over them from those fancy bracelets young adults loved.
Trinity picked an easy one to start with, a nose-crash, Dr. Javadi helping her.
"We'll keep an ice pack on your cheekbones to prevent swelling until a plastic surgeon comes down to check on you," Trinity says with a short breath as she catches Dr. Baran Al-hashimi's calming but softly concerned eyes glancing at her while entering Trauma 1 with a patient having a pole sticking out of his thigh.
"Thanks," the patient yelps.
As they walk out, Javadi bumps their shoulders together. "What's up with you and Al-Hashimi?"
Trinity continues walking, absently glancing over to T1 before realizing herself. She glances back at Javadi, one finger pointing at her own chest.
"What? You're talking to me?"
Javadi rolls her eyes. "Whatever."
But no, no, it's not whatever. Trinity scoffs, arms crossing. "I could ask you the same thing about you and McKay."
Javadi instantly freezes mid-step, both eyebrows raising. "T-there's nothing."
"Yeah, sure, Stutter Queen."
Javadi huffs, murmuring another whatever before catching up with another incoming patient. Although Trinity knows she should most definitely do the same, she feels some sort of pulling feeling towards Trauma 1 room. Just to peek in, to see what's happening there, to see Baran.
And she does, God help her, she needs to see what's happening in there, so she tumbles just a bit closer, pushes herself up on her tiptoes and glances in, eyes flickering up and down on Baran's concerned face, that's still somehow composed into utter perfection.
For a second, Trinity thinks there's nothing else to see, there's nothing else worth to see but Baran. She, in that room, controlling everything by single nod. It's more than power. It's deeper, even harder to grasp, but easier to feel rushing through her body and colliding by her core in a sharp twist of pleasure.
She shudders and forces herself to look away that time, unsure if she'd be able to do the same thing again, to deny that alluring dark brown gaze.
"Incoming motorcycle accident!" Perlah's voice chimes in and Trinity feels her whole body going into a momentarily shock.
Motorcycle accident?
She hears T1's door opening with a silent click but she doesn't turn, she doesn't need to. Not when the first thing she notices is the alluring scent that lingers out, satisfyingly smooth and welcoming.
"Dr. Santos, hop in," Baran's little smirk catches Trinity off guard, she can only nod before gloves are pushed on her hands. "What do we have?"
Perlah let's out a small breath, eyes flickering to the patient who's currently bleeding internally. "Twenty-five, male, was brought in after his motorcycle crashed into a sedan."
Trinity winces a bit as she helps cutting the patient's clothes off. She already knows the issue, seeing the harsh bruise on the man's abdomen.
Ouch.
"What's your plan, Dr. Santos?"
Trinity only realizes then, how close Baran's face is to hers and she feels her pulse spiking as she leans away a bit, eyes going blurry for a moment.
"Uhh— ultrasound. Find the source of the bleeding, stabilize IV fluids, then stop the bleeding."
Baran offers her a tiny smile, eyes narrowing as she nods. "Good. Get to it."
Before Trinity can blink, Dr. Al-Hashimi is out the room. She briefly meets Perlah's concerned eyes before they both shudder softly.
Stabilizing the patient takes about fifteen minutes before Trinity can shed her bloody gloves off and rub her palm dry with hand sanitizer. As she walks back to The Hub, eye flickering over the various names flashing on the monitors, she lets a tired yawn out.
"Why don't you catch a few minutes of sleep, kid?" Dana's voice fills her ears and she unintentionally twitches at it, spooked as Dana chuckles at her, two hands finding Trinity's shoulders.
"Right now? Shit ton of people are coming in," she shakes her head, eyebrows pitching.
"Either now or never, kid. Get some rest."
The hands from her shoulders are gone within a moment and Trinity glances around, eyes desperately trying to find a room that's empty. Her eyes settle on a room in the west wing, room 12. It looks empty from where she stands, so she nods to herself, suppresses another yawn and heads towards it.
She walks past Javadi who steals glances from McKay standing by room 7, talking with a patient and she can't help but snort a little bit, catching Javadi glancing at her while rolling her eyes. She claps her hands a few times before Javadi groans out and turns her head back to continuing charting.
Once she reaches room 12, she can already feel her body absorbing the bed she'll find a few minutes of peace on, eagerly pushing the door in to find the lights already switched off. She doesn't give it another thought before locking the door behind herself and kicking her shoes off while sitting down on the bed.
As soon as her back touches the bed, she lets out a small yelp, immediately sitting up, eyes alert.
"What the fu—"
"Huh?" A sleepy, small voice comes from right beside her and she instantly fishes her phone out of her pocket, turning on the flashlight.
Dr. Al-Hashimi???
Trinity's eyes nearly pop out of her skull as she stares at the woman trying to squint away from the blinding flashlight.
"Dr. Santos?"
"I'm sorry, I thought— I thought the room was empty and—" she stutters, heat flushing her cheeks red, already reaching for her shoes.
"You don't need to go," Baran's voice softens, life coming back to her sleepy gaze.
Trinity's body tenses. "What?"
"I said you don't need to go," Baran says again, her voice tilting along her head. The same way she always does when she seems amused.
"Yeah, I heard you, I just— is that appropriate?"
Baran hums, head tipping back further, eyes never leaving Trinity's face. "What's inappropriate about sharing a bed, Trinity?"
The shiver that goes through her as soon as Dr. Al-Hashimi says her name should definitely be considered illegal.
Instead of answering, Trinity switches the flashlight off and lays flat on her back, eyes nervously flickering on the dark ceiling, extremely aware of Baran's breathing tickling her ear.
If she tilts her head just a bit to face Baran, their lips would probably touch. Or at least their noses.
The idea makes her restless, the need to sleep flies right out the window, replaced by an urge that settles a soft throbbing between her thighs.
"You can come closer," Baran says, her voice softer than ever.
Trinity hates the way she instantly melts and turns on her right, pushing her body against Dr. Al-Hashimi's front. A soft gasp escapes the both of them at the touch, and Trinity closes her eyes, trying her best not to feel what already eats her alive and makes her thinking blurry.
She's never felt this horny by a single act of cuddling someone.
She hears a small hum coming from Baran, the warmth of Baran's body pressing into her back, feeling a palm pressed against her vertebrae.
Her heart thunders, she feels slick spreading down her thighs, unconsciously pressing them together, trying not to relieve any pleasure but make it go away, yet the act is helpless, it just makes her throb ever harder, needier.
She shudders a little louder when she feels the hand on her spine spread out fully.
"Is everything okay?" Baran's voice barely louder than a throaty whisper.
"Peachy."
She grimaces at her own voice, heat flushing her cheeks redder, and she's glad that the room is dark, she couldn't handle being seen blushing.
Baran hums, almost like she's satisfied with the answer. Trinity hears her smiling.
"You're trembling," Baran breathes, sounding amazed. Trinity needs to bite down on her lips, muffling a moan.
This isn't fair.
She presses her eyes closed and clenches her thighs harder, rocking back a bit, pushing her ass into Baran's front and that's when she feels it.
"Fuck," she whimpers, in fact trembling through her whole body.
For some unknown and inexplicable reason she doesn't feel cornered. She doesn't feel like whatever is about to happen between them is wrong, in fact, it feels the exact opposite. It's how it's supposed to be.
A bold rush of adrenaline makes her press her lower body more into Baran's front, feeling the outline of Baran's cock pressing hard into her bottom.
Heat rises in her belly, and she wants to turn around and see Baran's eyes, but an ancestral need makes her stay where she is, submitting to Dr. Al-Hashimi.
A soft groan escapes the alpha behind her and Trinity bites back another moan, feeling the hand on her back travel up to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in the soft hairs there.
She wants Baran to run her fingers through her scalp, to fist her hair and yank her back, to do something more drastic than the soft touches and soft sounds she makes, sounding so utterly stunned.
"Please," she murmurs, tilting her face against the pillow beneath her head.
A second passes, Baran's hand starts to move down on Trinity's back, so fucking slowly that Trinity's mouth falls open against the pillow and bites into it until the fabric grinds under her teeth.
"Please what?"
Another whimper escapes her, unable to hold it back anymore.
"Touch me?"
Baran hums softly, her hand stilling by Trinity's lower back.
"Isn't that what I'm doing?"
Trinity forces a moan down her own throat, arching her back a bit more.
"Please, just—" she starts reaching back before she realizes, grabbing Baran's hand that explored her back, bringing it forward, pushing it beneath the hem of her pants.
A surprised, small gasp escapes Baran's lips, tickling the back of Trinity's head.
"Didn't you come in here to sleep?" Another amused hum, Trinity trembles further, nodding into the pillow.
"Please—" her voice cuts off into a choked gasp as she feels Baran's hand slipping beneath her underwear, two fingers exploring her already drenched folds. Trinity's whole body arches like a bow, hiccuping a half-moan, the excitement of Dr. Al-Hashimi touching her sending waves of pleasure all over her body.
Baran feels like she's everywhere around her, her scent clouding Trinity like a haze and she wants it all over herself, she wants to bathe in it, she wants to swallow it, she wants—
"You're so wet," Baran whispers, her mouth somehow finding a way to Trinity's ear, breath tickling hot over the sensitive skin.
Trinity trembles through it, nodding, yes, she is wet, she's been wet since the first day Dr. Al-Hashimi showed up at the ER. She can probably admit that much to herself by now.
She reconsiders it, then breathes it a soft fuck it, sits up with Baran's hand still between her legs and yanks her pants all the way down with her underwear, slumping back on her right side, pressing her body all the way up against Baran to grind back with a louder moan escaping her.
"Just fuck me already," she groans softly into the pillow, twitching as Baran finds her clit.
"Here?" Baran smiles. A groan tears up from Trinity's throat, needily nodding. "Use your words."
"Yes, there—" she gasps, thighs clamping around Baran's hand, clenching hard.
Baran seems like testing waters as she pushes her fingers down, sliding them through the welcoming heat of Trinity's cunt, gathering more of her slick.
"Fuck, you really are wet for me, aren't you?" Baran amuses, biting her lips. If Trinity were to face her, there would probably be a grin on Baran's face and she almost wants to see it, she almost turns around but then Baran starts to rub faster circles on her clit and her mind completely clears out to a brand new, white blank page.
Stars sparkling on her vision, she gasps openly, rocking against Baran's hand, grinding helplessly at the hardness she feels poking her ass.
"Harder," she gasps desperately, eyes clenching closed, sobbing through the pleasure because it's that fucking good and she can't help her noises escaping her, she can't help it because Baran is touching her and Baran is her fucking attending and Baran is sliding her fingers down again and she's teasing her entrance and fuck— "Oh god, I want three, please, three fingers—" she sobs, hips rolling faster.
"Greedy girl," Baran chuckles against her ear, mouthing soft words into Trinity's neck and it's so overstimulating that on a different day Trinity could probably come from that alone, and she's close already, so fucking close that she can barely keep on as Baran starts to ease three of her fingers into her entrance at once, stretching her wide open.
"Oh fuckkk," she cries out keenly, greedy to take more, rolling her hips in a perfect rhythm to meet Baran's thrusts, her voice pitching higher each time Baran curls her fingers at that spot that makes Trinity's legs shake like gelatin. If she keeps that up, Trinity's going to— "I'm coming, oh, oh, ohh—"
Baran hums her through in, whispering praising words over the shell of her ear, licking into it when Trinity shudders and comes around her fingers, clenching to keep her inside as Baran continues to curl her fingers at that spongy spot.
"Look at you," Baran smiles, slowing her rhythm, eyes glimmering. "You're perfect."
Another groan escapes Trinity, tiredly tapping on Baran's wrist.
"I'm sensitive." Baran hums, instantly withdrawing her hand, careful not to smudge the omega slick on their work-clothes. Just before Baran starts to open her mouth to say something else again, Trinity pushes her ass out again, grinding against Baran's front. "Show it to me," Trinity sits up half-way, pushing Baran on her back.
Baran's gaze falls on her, eyes cloudy with lust, holding zero coherent thought behind her dark irises.
"Show you what?" Challenge glistens in her eyes, lips twitching into a smirk.
"Your cock."
"That's presumptuous." Amusement tilts in Baran's voice.
Trinity groans, hands groping Baran's lean hips. "Get it off. Your pants, get them off," she fiddles with Baran's pants, hands twisting by her thighs.
Baran chuckles, eyebrows raising. Even in the dark, she looks so fucking gorgeous that Trinity can barely breathe, she wants Baran's cock so bad.
"What do you want to do with it?" Baran smirks, hands trailing down her own stomach, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her pants.
The tent in Baran's pants makes Trinity's mouth water. Her eyes flash up at Baran's face, frustration growing under her skin. She urges up, mouth crashing into Baran's, kissing her for the very first time.
It takes Baran by surprise, humming high-pitched into the kiss.
Baran tastes like coffee and spearmint gum and it drives Trinity insane, moaning into her mouth, wanting to take more, wanting Baran to take more, to take the lead and drive her tongue into Trinity's mouth but Baran's still shocked by the force of Trinity crashing their mouths together so Trinity decides to take the lead instead and shoves her tongue inside Baran's mouth, moaning more at the taste and the slick and the scents.
She feels a firm grip on her wrist, guiding it towards the tent in Baran's pants and Trinity moans when her fingers wrap around the hem and yanks it down, letting Baran's cock spring free and proud, tapping wetly against Baran's lean stomach.
"Oh fuck," Trinity moans, eyes flickering down to finally take a fucking peek and god, it was all worth the wait. Even in the dim light sweeping through the blinds on the door, she can see it all perfectly, almost like her eyes fully adjusted to the complete darkness surrounding them.
Her fingers move on their own accord, wrapping nicely around the length as much as she can stretch her fingers but the effort is not enough and she can't wrap her fingers all the way around the girth.
She watches, completely stunned, eyebrows pitching with desperation.
"Up and down, tighten your fist." Baran's voice comes breathy, as Trinity glances up at her, she tips her head back in awe, dark eyes watching Trinity's hand finally starting to move as Baran told her to do, and Baran moans, soft and low in her throat.
Trinity wants to be good for her, she wants Baran to tell her that she's doing good, that this is exactly what she wanted, what they both wanted for so long, what the constant cat and mouse game was for and she just—
"You're so fucking hot," a moan slips out before she can stop it, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, grazing Baran's mouth, swallowing her breathy hiccuping moans.
Baran's stomach flexes as Trinity fastens her grip even more at glistening tip, rubbing the head until Baran's thighs start shaking and her mouth shapes a perfect 'O' with her eyes slipping half-lidded, rolling back as Trinity starts jerking her faster and faster, until Baran's hands start twisting the sheet and she starts letting out more high-pitched moans.
"I'm— ohh, that's it baby, you're such a—" her voice breaks with a choked up moan, head tipping back, showing the beautiful length of her throat and Trinity knows this is it, she feels her eyes expanding as she watches Baran coming apart beneath her hand, frustrated that she can't watch both Baran's cock and Baran's face at the same time despite wanting to, and god she wants to know what Baran wanted to say so bad.
"Such a what?" She gasps greedily against Baran's throat, mouth opening to lick down the length of her neck.
"I'm coming, oh fuck, Trinity—" Baran's hips start greedily snapping up into Trinity's hand, her moans turning desperate, keenly gasping into the air and Trinity's eyes helplessly devour the sight of her attending riding her high out. "Oh my—" a cry escapes Baran, her head slumping back against the pillow with one final jerky thrust of hips, spurting all over Trinity's hand and her own stomach.
Amazed, Trinity looks down, tongue rolling over her top lip, saliva piling up in her mouth at the sight. She feels a primal need to taste Baran's come, so without realizing what she's doing, she reaches her free hand to collect some of the pearly white load glistening on Baran's stomach and brings it to her mouth, moaning almost immediately around her fingers, while her other hand continues jerking the last bits out of Baran's cock.
"Fucking hell," Baran breathes out, eyes completely in awe, blurry and glistening with bliss. "Come here," she grabs Trinity by the back of her neck, pulling her into kiss, lips meeting harshly, teeth clicking a bit awkwardly, yet neither of them care enough to think about it a second longer.
Spit merging, Trinity moans into the kiss, her body still trembling from the high of touching Baran, and she can't help but chuckle a bit, swallowing the small gasp Baran lets out when she finally lets go of her cock, grazing the thin skin with her blunt nails, trying to make the alpha squirm a bit.
The knock comes with a shatter through the moment, both of them still trying to catch their merging breaths as Trinity leaps out the bed, snatching her pants up from the ground.
Baran's small, quick pants echo through her head as she ties her pants up on her hips and rubs her hands along her thighs, mourning the warmth that still lingered on her fingers from holding Baran's cock in her hand.
"I'll head out," she chokes out, not glancing back.
"Trinity—"
"Get some actual rest," she lets her voice cool down just enough to have an edge before pushing the door open and closing it behind herself.
She faces Dana, whose scrutinizing eyes narrow on her just a bit.
"Come on, Sleeping Beauty. We have a nasty dislocated shoulder." Dana explains as they walk toward T2 and Trinity suppresses a soft sigh, eyes absently closing.
She can't stop thinking about Baran's voice, the way she said her name.