Hospital Interlude (1/1)
Name: Hospital Interlude (aka Stairwell-Sex)
Fandom / Pairing: Original, F/F (duh)
Rating: Mature, +18 - there be sexin's, people.
Summary: Dr. Nicoles' crappy night is suddenly getting a whole lot better.
A/N: One of two small, oneshot PWPs inspired by the fantastic Lee, aka Tomboy4equality. You rock, m'luv!
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When Kate Nicoles had stomped into the stairwell, she wasn’t exactly expecting to be kissed. It had been a pretty fucked-up night so far, all things considered. First had been the freeway pile-up at the start of her shift; four dead, twelve critically injured, and scores of wounded had piled into the ER. Technically, that one hadn’t been her beat, but with an accident like that . . . well, the redhead hadn’t hesitated to jump in and help. Then her boss had dragged her into his office to complain about funding and budget cuts, for the fourth straight time this week. And as if that wasn’t enough, some genius had let a drug addict up to the Ward. Aside from being superhumanly strong and high as a kite, the sonofabitch had torn one of the waiting rooms to shreds, not to mention terrifying three of the test kids and scaring the hell out of most of the floor’s nursing staff.
The only good thing out of the asshole’s mess had been a chance to see her girlfriend for the first time in more than eight hours - though Elizabeth “Liz” Torres was technically a cop, she also worked as the head of hospital security, with special emphasis on their wing. Or at least, it should have been a good thing. But it had taken the guards almost twenty minutes to respond, and by the time they’d shown up, Kate’s last nerve had been ground into a fine powder by the psychotic’s rampage. She’d snipped at Liz, knowing it was wrong, but unable to stop herself from taking out her frustrations. Predictably, her beloved Latina had been confused and wounded - and surprisingly, just as irritated as Kate herself. Liz had snapped back in defense of her people, Kate had fired off some cutting reply, and their wonderful meeting had been reduced to a massive argument. All of which made for a pretty damned pissed-off Assistant Resident of Experimental Medicine.
So she pretty much expected to be yelled at. Or slapped. But when she’d practically ordered Liz into the stairwell for some privacy, she sure as hell hadn’t expected to be slammed against the nearest wall, an expert mouth devouring her own so thoroughly she thought she might pass out from the sheer pleasure of it. Kate’s eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering as heat ignited in her veins. God, how she’d missed this. “Liz - ” A moan tore from her throat, the name little more than a gasp between panting, desperate kisses. “Fuck, Liz - what - ”
Liz paused for just a second, looking down at her lover with smoldering eyes, their sapphire shade darkened to midnight heat. “I want you.” She replied frankly, her growl so low it made Kate’s toes curl. Strong hands curled possessively around the younger woman’s hips. “I’m sick of this night, I’m sick of fighting with you, and I’m fucking sick of not being able to have you.”
Full lips returned to their task before the redhead could even think of an answer, dragging down the slender column of her throat. Tongue and teeth joined in, suckling and nipping at suddenly overheated skin in a sensual dance, and any protest Kate might have made vanished with a rush of searing need. It had been weeks since the two of them had done anything more than kiss at the door, or snuggle together in bed before falling into exhausted sleep, and Liz certainly wasn’t the only one who’d been feeling the strain. The young doctor’s head fell back, her own desperate fingers tugging at the buttoned overshirt her lover wore. “Off.” She hissed, hips already quivering, every nerve ending on fire. “I want you, Liz - get it off.”
“No.” The taller woman smirked, bestowing a bite to Kate’s collarbone that made her slender frame jerk. Her voice dripped sex like pure, molten honey. “Not just yet. This is my game, lover. We’re going to play it my way.”
Kate moaned, blazing as much from the hot promise as the push of her lover’s strong thigh between her legs. Any anger that might have been left burned instantly to ash. “God, Liz.” She tugged blindly at mahogany silk, dragging Liz’s mouth back to hers. The new kisses were just as deep and wet as the first, punctuated with low, aching groans, eager tongues echoing the pressing rhythm Elizabeth set below. Long-fingered hands stripped away the redhead’s shirt in seconds, cupping hot breasts through lacy fabric, stroking and tugging at already pebbled nipples as Kate arched into the touch. “Lizzie - ” The demand came out a pleading whine.
“My way.” Liz’s dark, rich growl only amped up the throbbing need, each panted word sending a new jolt through her core. “I’m going - to have you - right here, Kat.” One of those talented hands slid to the small of her back, pulling her hard against the Latina’s rocking hips as the other undid her slacks. “I want - to hear you - to feel you come - ”
Fuck! Kate gasped breathlessly, her own grip deadly tight on her lover’s shoulders. Though she’d never admitted it, she loved when Liz got all dominant and possessive. The gorgeous Latina had always been a wonderful, talented lover . . . but there was something primal, almost magnetic about her when she hit one of those moods. Not to mention unbearably erotic. Knowing fingertips slipped through the open material, trailing over dark silk and short curls before dipping lower. A carnal groan rumbled at the redhead’s ear, heavy with pleasure. “God, Red - you’re soaked.”
“For - for you.” Kate shuddered, fighting to speak past the aching fire roaring at her center. She knew her lover liked to hear her, even if they had to keep at least slightly quiet. Those fingers pressed up against her clit, rewarding the words, and her voice broke into a shaking cry. The young doctor rolled her hips instinctively, a silent plea for more.
Though she couldn’t see the feral smile on Liz’s face, there was no mistaking the brunette’s response. Her free hand pulled one of the redhead’s legs up, pressing the smaller woman harder against the wall, and two fingers thrust deep into wet heat. Kate’s head snapped back, an almost tortured moan torn from her throat. “Liz!”
“Tell me, Kat.” The Latina pulled almost entirely out, then pushed in again, her thumb circling her lover’s clit. “Are you close?”
Panting, hips bucking desperately, it took Kate a few seconds to find her voice. “Yes.” She whimpered, another pleasured groan overwhelming her as those incredible fingers found a new, faster rhythm. “God, Liz.” Teeth nipped at her earlobe, Liz’s chest pushing against hers. “Yes!”
“Then come for me.” Liz put her own hips behind the thrusts now, the gasped words a demand. Her thumb twisted, pressing. “Come for me, Kate.”
The redhead’s back arched, her body frozen for a heartbeat as she balanced on the brink; then the world seemed to explode into glittering fragments, her orgasm overtaking her. Waves of white-hot pleasure crashed through her again and again, her lover’s talented fingers prolonging the climax with practiced skill. Kate had no idea how long she writhed, flooded with ecstasy - a minute, five, ten? Lost in the haze of fevered bliss, she could have stood there forever and not cared.
Liz held the young doctor gently as she drifted on the afterglow, dropping soft kisses against tousled red curls. She didn’t need to speak. A wry grin curved her lips. Once Kate had her wits back, she’d probably do enough talking for the both of them. For now, the tall Latina was content to simply cradle her lover, riding out the aftershocks and basking in their happiness.
Shifting, she felt her own wet panties against her thighs, and a new smile sparkled in her eyes. Kate could give as good as she got, she always had. And after this little interlude -
- payback was gonna be a bitch.