Warning: Plot,NSFW, 18 + Content, SMUT, Small Bit of Angst
Words: 5.8k
Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. With the first truth already revealed, more are revealed and when dawn comes everything will be different.
Note: Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one-shots. They all can be read separately to understand but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts. Thank you for reading! Enjoy!
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Attending Doctor Chris Evans x Resident Doctor Reader AU
Warning: Mild Cursing, Plot, Medical Lingo, Slow Burn,
Words:5.7k
Summary: Maybe with later chapters.
****Disclaimer: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. ****
Note: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. While I was a nurse for a portion of time and have nurse’s knowledge, I have no physician’s knowledge. All medical lingo and info on the physician level presented here is a mixture of Google and creativeness. So, will it be accurate? Maybe. Should you get medical advice or information from this? Definitely not. Will this be a fun read? Absolutely! So, read for entertainment and not for one hundred percent accuracy. That being said, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this.
Note II: Italic text is a memory.
Thank you for reading!!! I appreciate the support.
Warning: Plot,NSFW, 18 + Content, SMUT, Small Bit of Angst
Words: 5.8k
Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. With the first truth already revealed, more are revealed and when dawn comes everything will be different.
Note: Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one-shots. They all can be read separately to understand but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts. Thank you for reading! Enjoy!
Note II: Halo OGs will get the title reference. Hehehe!
If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!
That was the sound of your booted foot rapidly bouncing up and down on the floor of your domicile as you sat on the couch with your eyes glued to your door. Everything was silent, albeit that sound—that repetitive sound.
The loudness of your foot bouncing against the floor should have made it impossible to hear any possible sound anywhere else—let’s say the hall leading to your door but it didn’t. The silence out there was deafening. The absolute silence and absence of his footsteps was deafening. You knew he wasn’t a stupid man. His intelligence was high as was his ability to perceive what someone meant next. It was a talent when it came to interrogations. A learned skill and enhanced ability. You knew he’d understood what you meant by “the rendezvous point had been compromised”. You knew he’d understood the dangers you’d both recklessly had put yourselves in. You also knew that he would have understood what your walking away meant. This was the only logical location.
Your foot sped up and with it so did your thoughts. You went over what he’d said. He’d taken out his pellet. This is what Miranda meant. She’d told him about your pellet. Now you wanted to know which action came first. Did he learn about your pellet being removed and then decided to take his out too or the other way around? You didn’t know which possibility you wanted to be true. Did it matter? The facts were what were important. John had removed his pellet. He was pellet-free. Everything you’d experienced within the first few hours he was now experiencing.
The first seventy-two hours were the worst for you. While it was a wonderous time where everything felt new and unique, you also went through sensory overload with everything. Every scent was too strong, the sun’s glare too fierce, the breeze, or rain or even snow too harsh, and every new emotion that wasn’t all that new felt nauseating. You remembered being so anxious and jumpy but also so distracted and hyper focused on the slightest thing. It made missions a nightmare. Was he going through the same?
You stood then released a harsh puff of air, venting some of your frustration. Why wasn’t he here yet, you wondered? Where did he go? Was he going to come? Did you really want him to come? With that question you dropped back onto the couch. A realization hit you, he didn’t have anything in him suppressing his emotions or urges.
The sensation of attraction hit you hard the first time. Thinking back, you remembered just how it was for you and your belly fluttered. You hadn’t known what was going on or why the smell of John’s sweat made your heart quicken, or why the sight of John showering made your mouth water and hands shake. You’d seen him shower hundreds of times, seen the soapy-water mixture cascade down his body so many times it had become normal. You remembered how the sight of what was between his legs made something in you tingle and moisten. You didn’t understand it then, but now—months later you were wiser—slightly. What if him coming here makes that happen to him?
Your foot banged louder, and your thoughts spiraled, and you recalled your one and only night together. You’d wracked your brain trying to come up with an explanation as to how it happened. Your attraction had gotten to a boiling point but what of him? Was he lying and had the pellet out then? Or had Halsey’s failproof tech done just that and failed? You wanted to track Miranda down and get some answers right now. Bolting up once again, you prepared to leave then the door tone rang out making you stop in your tracks. After several moments, you practically tiptoed to the door and turned on the surveillance screen beside it. There he stood all near seven feet of him.
After taking a few deep breathes, you pressed the button and watched the door slide open. As he looked up, you noted how clear the hazel in his eyes had become. He looked like he really was seeing differently. His eyes also asked the question his lips did not. You stepped to the side and allowed him access. As he walked inside you watched him closely as if he were this unpredictable force that could and would go berserk at any moment. However, he did not go berserk, or do anything out of the ordinary.
You rolled your eyes because none of this was ordinary. This was probably the second time in forever that he’d been inside your domicile. This was the definition of abnormal but somehow it felt as if he should be here. He should be in your domicile, should be sitting across the table from you at mealtime, or sitting on your couch tinkering with a gun or plasma grenade, or in your bed. By the time your eyes came into focus you’d realized you’d dazed off and he was now standing next to that table looking at you with such an innocent and vulnerable look on his face that you couldn’t help but take a step to him.
It was a step you retracted almost immediately.
“Why here?”
“Miranda and I have fortified it. When I realized I could trust and confide in her when I took out my—pellet She helped me find Halsey’s eyes and ears, get rid of them and fortify so no others could be planted. It’s safe here.”
It was he who took the next steps to you, but he didn’t approach too closely. He stopped several feet from you, but it was still too close. You side stepped and walked over to your couch and sat down.
“How did you—why did you–.”
His starts and stops were adorable. He didn’t know where to begin. You understood, this was a lot to take in and adjust to.
“Sit,” you urged.
The look of caution John gave you almost made you snort. He was acting like youwere the threat. Slowly you watched his bow-legged walk to the minimalistic chair that was adjacent to the couch you were sitting on. When he sat, there was no ease or comfort to it. His back was straight, legs spread widely apart, hands resting atop his thigh and eyes on you—waiting. On the surface, he looked calm, cool and collected but you knew better. You knew underneath that icy and stoic exterior he was losing his mind with the urge to rapid fire every question that came to mind. You could tell he was seconds from bouncing off the walls.
“How did you take it out?”
“Dug it out.”
“How did you know it was there?”
You took a deep breath, “Remember the mission to Aleria?”
“The dust planet.”
You nodded.
“You fell off the cliff,” he added.
“I did and landed in the pit of those sharp rocks.”
“You said you were fine.”
“I was or thought I was. It wasn’t until I got back to base and was cleaning up did I notice the massive bruise on my back. Usually bruises fade within a day or two but it was almost a week and it didn’t look to be getting any better. In those days I noticed small changes. Things seemed a little different but I didn’t know how or why. When I looked at the area I felt it and it felt like there was something lodged there. I ended up taking a knife to it and the pellet came out.”
He looked to be taking that piece of the puzzle well. There were no outward signs of a mental breakdown.
“Is that when you went to Miranda?”
“No that was about a month after. I just tried to keep everything normal. I had to. After it was out, I started to feel things, emotions like anger, rage, happiness, I laughed, things were funny. Colors were brighter, smells better, the armor felt different, it was a lot to take in. There were so many days I couldn’t handle it. So many missions I nearly spazzed out on because the training was not enough to keep the self-doubt, the thoughts, and the urge to rebel against an order wondering if it was the right thing. My objectivity was gone.”
“I thought you were different. I noticed but then you’d go back to normal when I watched. I thought it was nothing.”
“It was control. It was me working doubly hard to appear normal.” You sighed remembering those weeks and months. “It was so much work—so hard especially with Halsey’s eyes and checks and exams. There must have been tens of times I thought she’d discovered me but every time she let me go, I knew I was safe, but I could never relax from fear of it being a tactic of hers to catch me.”
It was then his shoulders began to slouch.
“You should have come to me.”
“And say what? Halsey has a pellet in your back that makes you numb? Would you have believed me?”
He studied you for a few moments before he looked away. You knew that he knew he wouldn’t have believed you.
“I believe you now.”
Hearing the words, you felt some strange relief. You weren’t alone with this anymore. Yeah, you had Miranda, but she didn’t know what this felt like. She’d gone her entire life with emotions and feelings. Things that were second nature and a duh for her were not for you. It took practice, note taking–meticulousness. Now you had someone going through the same exact thing as you. You sighed.
“So it was out when we sparred in the ring and the mission where you disobeyed me and took initiative. And thatnight.”
Your foot picked up right where it had left off before he’d arrived. Fighting the urge to bolt up and pace the room, you dug your nails into your outer thigh and gritted with the subtle pain. You didn’t know if he sensed your agitation, but he unexpectedly changed the direction of the conversation.
“Miranda says the artifact must have damaged mine when it sent out an electromagnetic pulse. It was malfunctioned when she took it out.
“Ho—how do you feel?”
He tilted his head to the side a little bit then straightened it and did the same on the left side. It was like a robot doing a systems check.
“I feel.”
His eyes met yours. “Have you always looked this way?”
“What way?”
Again, he took a beat then replied. “Pleasing to the eye.”
Your jaw dropped. Master chief Petty Officer John-117 just called you attractive. You could have passed out. Never did you think you’d see this day. Did he even know what attractive was?
“My looks have always been the same.”
In such swift movements, John stood closed the space between you and sat on the table before you that you had a few books scattered on. “Your eyes this color?”
His face peered closer into your orbs. You nodded.
“Your skin—this–.” He cupped your jaw sliding his thumb across your cheekbone then to your jaw. “This—soft.”
Your vocal cords wouldn’t work, you knew that already, so you didn’t bother answering. You nodded again. John’s thumb fell to your lips where he traced them taking in every detail with the thick pad of his digit like his skin held memories and your lips was what he wanted to remember the most.
“Your lips—so—.”
His eyes were glued to your mouth and the intensity in them made the hand you were currently using to dig your nails into your thigh tremble. He didn’t continue though, instead, he clenched his jaw and gulped. His Adams Apple bobbed making his heart quicken. This was nothing like using your heightened senses in combat or on a mission. This was different.
You naturally picked up all these little details but now they meant entirely different things. Before increased heartrate could mean someone was lying or trying to hide something. Now, it could mean the man across from you was struggling with adjusting or feeling arousal. Then, the twitch of a jaw could mean anger, now it could mean a struggle with control—a fight to hold on to it and not act impulsively—recklessly—rakishly. A slight dilation in the eye used to mean he’d picked up a detail or movement, now it could mean he saw something appealing, something he liked—wanted.
His voice brought you out of your chaotic thoughts; “Your mouth–,” he began as he pushed the tip of his thumb into your mouth. It wasn’t a difficult task for him. Your lips parted with ease and welcomed him.
“Fuck!” It was a guttural, and harshly whispered word that sent a shiver through you.
“So—hot—smooth–.”
His face came closer and everything in you wanted to feel his lips on yours, but the small voice in your head whispered of caution, of danger, of nearing doom. John’s left hand that was clasping the back of your head moved down to your neck then slowly trailed lower to your collarbone. As his thumb in your mouth explored the buds of your tongue and the variety of sharp and dull teeth, his other fingers swirled around your collar and décolletage, leaving a trail of icy fire. His touch burned—scorched even, but chilled and stunned all at the same time and you wanted more—needed more.
“Y/N,” John whispered his forehead now pressed against yours. He was sweltering.
The subtle mint and juniper berry scent caressed you, awakening something in you that wanted to know if his lips tasted like that mint and juniper. From memory, you knew they would. You knew he would taste sweet, and fresh and his kiss would leave trails of ice along your skin. That knowledge only made your insides burn more fervently. His scent would forever be engraved in you, forever be one you would crave.
Without thinking, you placed your hand on his bulky thigh and instantly gripped it when you registered the hefty muscles there. A small groan strangled in your throat, but you knew he still heard it. His eyes snapped open and peered into yours. You felt like the glare from them were as intense as the rays from the sun itself.
“You smell–,” he inhaled deeply then moaned. “Sweet like fruit, earthy like water, fragrant like flowers. You smell—like need.”
Master Chief was a sweet talker without even trying to be. You knew this was all innocent on his part. He was just working through his newfound world and what it meant to him and his senses. There was nothing sensual within his words, no yearning, or desire. That was all coming from you, and you had to get a grip. Steeling your nerves, the best you could, you swallowed—albeit a little too loudly, then spoke.
“D—do—do you have—question—s?”
Looking in his eyes, you saw innocence but there was something else. The moment you smelled him, you almost ripped his clothes off. You smelled desire. Was it yours or his, though?
“Do I smell the same as you do—to you?”
You shook your head.
“What do I smell like?”
“Mint, juniper berries, gun metal, citrus pods–,” you paused and inhaled. There was always something else that you couldn’t ever decipher. In the last few weeks, you’d come up with something but none of it was plausible. It sounded stupid. “And the stars and the night air after a cool breeze rips through leaving nothing but silence–stillness.”
Chancing it, you opened your eyes and found his on yours. In seconds, John’s lips crashed to yours and took control of a searing kiss. Weeks ago, his kiss was forceful, demanding and sloppy, tonight it was the same but oh so urgent and eager. When you looked back at that first night with him, you’d wondered how he kissed like that. Tonight, you understood. Instinct. You quickly got lost in his kiss, lost in his taste, lost in the way his hand felt at the tail of your back where the evidence of the missing device laid. The fragments of his words from the day you’d had your exams with Halsey echoed in your head.
“Anything else you are thinking, anything besides that, stop. None of it means anything, it never has.”
You quickly tore your lips from his, bolted upright to your feet ramming your nose into his in a jumbled move to scurry from him and across the room. John’s loud hiss filled the room. You kept your back to him and stared at the wall, trying to fight through the pain in your own nose and keep the seams of your control together. They were quickly fraying, threatening complete exposure.
“Y/N?”
The confusion in his voice stabbed at your chest. Did he even know what he was doing?
“You said—I don’t—this isn’t a good idea.”
“Why? We have done this before.”
“And you reprimanded me for it and ignored me for weeks after. You even went as far as to tell me that you are my superior and I am your subordinate,” you began.
“That I have your back in the field and you have mine. We get in and get the job done. Anything else you are thinking, anything besides that, stop. None of it means anything, it never has. None of it will ever happen again. Keep your head in the fight, there is a lot at stake,” John filled in with his perfect memory.
“Exactly,” you whispered ignoring how the words that were spoken with such conviction and certainty weeks ago were now said softly, with plenty of uncertainty and regret. Did he regret them?
“I didn’t know what to say, or how to reconcile things,” he attempted beginning to pace your floor. “I had the memories of that night, but I did not understand them, did not understand how or why. My head was not my own. Miranda thinks there were moments of clarity from the pellet and moments where it worked. I think—that night…with you was—clarity.”
You watched him pace. This was not the John you knew who was always in control. He was struggling. Could his words really have been because of the pellet and his actions that night real? He continued to pace but you remained where you were contemplating what you should do.
Was it a good idea to go to him? Was it a good idea to just let him deal with his first bout of regret? It wasn’t just regret though. He was confused and struggling to understand it all. Sighing, you walked to him and placed a gentle hand on his burly shoulder. Immediately, John stopped moving and turned to you with tortured eyes. This was hard enough, you thought. You didn’t want to make it harder or make him go through it alone like you had. A full minute passed before he was fully turned to you and stepping closer. When he didn’t stop, you backed away. He followed.
“Why—why did you—that night?”
His broken question was something you hadn’t expected. You knew what he was asking. Your back pressed against the wall—nowhere else to go. Resigning to your fate, you spoke.
“I—I wanted you. I desired you. I wanted to touch you, to—have you.”
John’s eyes sparked to life, and he closed the last remaining bit of space between you. You could feel his hardness pressing into your abdomen. He too wanted. John looked down between your bodies.
“This is the third time tonight this has happened to me. The first standing just outside your door as I heard you moaning my name over and over saying you want me inside of you.”
Your belly fell. He’d heard you.
“The second at the tower and right now. This has happened so many times since that night with you. As I tried to sleep, took a shower, saw you sparring with Kai or Riz, you in your skivs while changing, and almost every waking moment in between. It was torture—the heat, the ache, the erraticness. I didn’t understand why or what was happening, but I understand now.”
His face was so close, all you had to do was tip your tongue out and you would taste his lips. You didn’t, though. You wanted to hear his deduction. Everyone spoke highly of master chief’s tactical intelligence, raved about it really. Halsey even gloated about his overall intelligence claiming she’s made the perfect specimen both in physicality and mentality. You didn’t doubt his intelligence, not one bit. You knew John was smart and deserved the constant praise, however, you wondered how much of it was enhancements and pellet and how much was the man himself.
“What do you understand, John?”
When you said his name, another spark behind his irises caught your attention. His hips lunged into you sending his erection into your abdomen again. This time you couldn’t help but moan.
“You affect me. You always have, from the very beginning. You make me want.” His voice was raspy but certain.
“Want what?”
John’s eyes held you where you were.
“You. So much of you so much from you. I—Y/N—I–.”
Deciding to say fuck it all you crashed your lips to his and took control. Although you both had no experience you at least had an inkling more than him. His instant reaction to your lips on his was what made you wrap your arms around his neck. He kissed you back without hesitation and without any control. There was no sense in how his lips moved against yours, no organization, just plain need.
John’s hands that were plastered on the wall, caging you in, were now on your hips, squeezing you. it almost hurt—almost. Moaning on his mouth, you brought your hands to his head and held his head in place. Abandoning your hips, John lifted you with such ease your desire flooded your panties because of it. You wanted him badly and you doubted you cared if it were here against the wall or on the floor or the across the table. It didn’t matter.
As if hearing your thoughts, John pressed your back to the wall, grinding his hardness into you. Before you could pull from him, his mouth broke the kiss and exclaimed out in a mixture of bass and squeak. His eyes were on yours, studying you, looking for something.
“What John?”
“You want this?”
This could have meant his cock or this moment, whatever he meant you nodded—vigorously and felt no shame. His hips surged forward again and both of you exclaimed this time.
“Do you?”
John’s eyes dropped to your lips, and it was him who kissed you this time. It was soft, slow, searching and then he slipped his tongue into your mouth, and it was like he became an entirely different man than the one who was lost and innocent minutes ago. His groan echoed in your domicile, and it was more animal than man. He released you then spun you around pushing you into the wall as soon as your feet touched the floor. From there John kissed your neck, then brought his mouth to your ear where he licked the shell then nibbled on it. All the while he ground his hips sending his length on your ass.
“Uuugh, Y/N.”
You weren’t used to him sounding so vulnerable, so needy. Hearing him like this snapped something inside of you like a rubber band. You reached behind you and cupped his manhood. Again, John groaned. As you felt him through his pants it felt as if he hardened even more.
“Pl—pl–,” he stuttered.
You continued your ministrations adding a little more pressure. His one hand on the wall balled into a fist that pounded onto the wall creating a noticeable dent.
“Pl—please.”
A devilish smile teased your lips but when you felt his other hand squeeze your hip you knew the time for teasing or dominance games was gone. You quickly began undoing his pants, desperately needing to feel the heat from his skin. Within seconds, you’d managed to free him. The blazing rod that laid across the swell of your ass felt as if it were branding you, melting your skin, claiming you as his. You peeped back and found John’s eyes glued to where his appendage touched you.
“Beautiful.”
“I need—need–.”
You knew what he needed; it was the same as what you needed. With the same haste, you undid your leather like pants and urgently pushed them off your hips. The motion of you shimmying your hips from side to side while trying to get your pants low enough, bobbed his heavy cock on your ass and every move made him swear and squeeze your hip harder. Pressing your cheek to the wall, you moaned.
“Do you remember what to do?”
“I know what to do.”
You bent forward a little as he adjusted his stance behind you, lining himself up correctly. You waited and waited and though it felt like an eternity, it really was mere seconds before you felt master chief petty officer John 117 thrust into you with such force that sent your cheek pressing further into the wall while making your neck bend backward. Both of you shouted out in unison. He filled you so perfectly, so completely. Part of you hummed with a feeling of finally—complete resonance; while the other part said you couldn’t take anymore and raged. John must have sensed the need for balance and remained perfectly still though the hand on the wall said he wanted to do the opposite.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Slowly, your body adjusted to the size and feel of him, slowly it accepted him. It marveled you that your body hadn’t reacted this way to him before. Whenever you thought about that first night, your body was greedy. Tonight, it was cautious. What was different? You glanced the way his hand trembled and knew he what to do. Moving your ass in a small circle you sent his cock rotating inside of you and John’s fist flattening on the wall. You did it again and his other hand joined the wall, bracing it or himself.
Again, you looked to him, but his head was hanging backward, eyes pinched closed, neck tight and threaded with veins. He didn’t look like he was breathing. The more you circled on him the more he swelled within you, but your body didn’t scream in rejection, no your body aided his girth rewarding your efforts with wetness. A whine escaped your throat, and you knew it was a sound you’d made for the first time. John knew it too. His hands left the wall and gripped your hips and just like that whatever little control he was desperately gripping to vanished.
John slowly retreated from your body and your greedy core protested and tried to suck him back in but failed. Every suction made John grunt and groan.
“Fuck!”
He didn’t retreat fully before he slammed right back into you.
“Aah!”
This time he retreated halfway then repeated the action. It garnered the same reaction, a half shouting moan. With each slow and steady withdrawal came a bruising and forceful snap forward of his hips that sent the most delicious and complex feeling of pleasure and pain through you and sounds you’d never made before from your throat. Soon, John sped his thrusts, but they were no longer steady. You could feel his body shaking, feel the sporadic spasms of his muscles and his cock as it lodged deeper and deeper into your body.
He stuttered your name over and over then that stutter disappeared, turning into chaotic and gravely grunts of your name. Soon, he had your entire body pressed against the wall with you haphazardly on your tiptoes trying not to allow him to impale you and fuck you into oblivion no matter how much part of you wanted just that. The sounds in your domicile sounded animalistic, crass, and violent.
From your combined moans, grunts and shouts, to your hands hitting the wall each time his cock collided with some secret place inside of you that sent goosebumps across your skin and your flesh rubbing and slapping together. If anyone heard it they would probably think foul play, but you didn’t care. They could have barged inside and became your audience for all you cared. Right now all you wanted was to feel this large man inside of you, filling you to capacity and making you scream in ways you’d never screamed before.
John grunted loudly, punched the wall once, then twice, in sync with the thrust of his hips. On the third plunge, you saw stars and by the fourth, your knees gave out, toes numbed, and voice went soprano, but John was there holding you up with one strong arm to deliver one final thrust before you felt him spilling inside of you. His body convulsed against yours as he shuddered into your ear before hissing. Your panting turned to mewls and neither of you could move from where you were. John rested his chin on your shoulder and tried to catch his breath the same as you.
“Was—Was that fast?”
His question barely registered. This feeling was still something you hadn’t gotten used to and didn’t know how to process. It was different when you were alone and exploring your own body then with him. With him it was always close to—too much. You wondered if he felt that too.
“Fast?”
“The first time felt longer in my memory.”
You snorted because he was right. Now comparing the two this was quicker.
“It’s okay, John.”
“I—I—I’m—sorry.”
Those words made you angle your head back a little to see his face. His forehead glistened with sweat that now rolled down his temples and sides of his face. A chaotic look was in his eyes but you also so insecurity. Was he ashamed? Moving for the first time in long minutes your legs tingled when they touched the floor and you doubted they possesed the strength to be used but you fought through it. John allowed you to take more control of your body and rose to full height.
The new space allowed you to pull from him. With another hiss, John slipped from between your folds and the feel of the emptiness made you frown. Turning to him the glistening part of him that had just been inside of you caught your eye and mesmerized you. His seed dripped from the still swollen and now aggressively red tip onto the floor and the angry veins throbbing just below his flesh made your breath hitch. He was still hard. Shaking your head, you met his eyes.
“Wh—why are you sorry?”
His eyes dropped from yours, but you cupped his chin making him look at you again.
“At me John.”
“Something in me tells me it shouldn’t be fast.”
A small smile tickled your lips. He was adorable. You wrapped your arms around his neck pressing your body against his and his automatic response was to moan, sigh and wrap his arms around you right back. Your heart threatened to beat right out of your chest.
“It’s okay. This is new. You need practice.”
John’s eyes darkened and you knew he grasped your meaning.
“Practice.”
You nodded. A bead of sweat rolled down his neck and distracted you making you want to tip your tongue out to capture it. He smelled delicious and his lips tasted delicious. Why couldn’t that? It was an urge you couldn’t fight, so you didn’t. Leaning into him, you tipped your tongue out and licked up his neck to his earlobe, bit down then moaned. His cock immediately saluted you.
“You didn’t become the master chief you are today without a little bit–,” you whispered, pausing to tip your tongue into the shallow part of his ear. Again, his cock begged for your attention. “Or a lot of practice,” you finished pressing more firmly against him. “Right?”
Your eyes met and it was right this minute you saw the demon every foe did. Only the demon you saw was not evil or soulless. He was a daemon. He was just unbound, hungry and insatiable. Your belly did backflips thinking of the demon in battle joining you in your bed. You stepped back from him and walked around him with your pants still at your knees. John turned to watch you, his cock bobbing, begging, dripping. Tearing your eyes away from the captivating appendage, you bent and undid your boots before kicking them to opposite sides of the room. Next, you peeled your pants and underwear down the rest of the length of your legs and kicked those to the side too.
John looked from your toes up your legs, eyes resting right at the apex of your thighs, the place he had just been and from the looks of his cock desperately wanted to return to. You allowed him however long he needed to satiate his gaze. When his eyes met yours again, a new feeling of insecurity washed over you. Rolling your shoulders back you shook it off.
“What do you say master chief? Forward unto dawn?”
His nose flared, jaw clenched, and mouth quirked to the side in a lopsided smirk that made you quiver. In seconds, he’d crossed to you ignoring his own pants circling his ankles and hoisted you into the air and against him. You wrapped your legs around him and moaned at the feel of his thickness nudging against your sore but wanting core.
“Forward unto dawn,” he repeated just before his lips claimed yours.
John kissed you passionately and walked without eyes as if he’d walked these halls before, as if he belonged here. Your moans melded together and with each passing second your bodies communicated—begging the other for something neither of your mouths could voice from lack of knowledge. When you felt the softness of your bed under your back, you began to wonder how you’d gotten here, but when he kissed you again and you felt his cock spasm against your slit you moaned and wondered how it had taken you this long to get here.
“Y/N,” John moaned.
From now on you knew this was the only way you wanted him to ever say your name—upon a moan.
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Attending Doctor Chris Evans x Resident Doctor Reader AU
Warning: Mild Cursing, Plot, Medical Lingo, Slow Burn,
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Note: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. While I was a nurse for a portion of time and have nurse’s knowledge, I have no physician’s knowledge. All medical lingo and info on the physician level presented here is a mixture of Google and creativeness. So, will it be accurate? Maybe. Should you get medical advice or information from this? Definitely not. Will this be a fun read? Absolutely! So, read for entertainment and not for one hundred percent accuracy. That being said, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this.
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“Snap out of it already,” Willashouted bringing you out of your turbulent thoughts.
“I’m fine.”
It was not entirely a lie, just partially.
“Whatever. You’re still mad and worrying about what happened at the hospital. It happened. Nothing you can do about it now. Plus, it’s not like Evans handed you termination or dismissal papers. He just yelled a little.”
A little? You tried to not roll your eyes at her understatement.
“You’ve heard him chew out other residents before and for far less. What, you thought you were different?”
The reason why you felt this way was because you had thought you were different. Now knowing what you knew, part of you had unconsciously thought you would get away with disobeying him and confronting him. Part of you had expected him to allow you to do what you wanted because that professional line had been crossed—because you now knew he was attracted to you and wanted you.
It was now you just checked yourself and it was a harsh reality.
If he had been any other attending who had told you to work with another resident, you didn’t know if you would have had the courage to blatantly tell him you declined and went ahead and did your own thing. You knew that you probably wouldn’t have had any other choice than to do what was requested of you. The attending was in charge after all.
“Fuck!”
You mentally cursed yourself while you finished applying your lip liner. While part of you knew you were in the right, the other knew you were wrong.
“You’re not an attending yet, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself.
“It’s fine. If he were going to retaliate, he would have already done it and you would have been told by—,” Willa drifted off.
“I won’t know until I go back to work.”
You and Willa exchanged knowing looks.
“You’re fucked.”
“I’m fucked.”
You both said it in unison. You knew the minute you walked into the hospital for your next shift you’d be called into the Chief of Residents’ office and questioned about it if Evans wanted to be stern about it. From the look in his eyes when he spoke to you, you could tell he was annoyed and disappointed in you. Sighing, you dropped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling and wallowed. You knew the right thing—the professional thing to do would be to apologize but right now, professionalism would not prevail over stubbornness.
Willa dropped onto the bed beside you and slapped your exposed thigh. “Are you going to let one mishap keep you in tonight on one of your rare off nights and mornings?”
You made no moves to move.
“When was the last time you had not only a night off but the next morning and afternoon?”
This was the first time in several months. You’d made it a point to take as few as possible days off. While others worked with their next day off in mind, you worked with the next amazing surgery in mind and the best way you thought to do that was to work around the attendings, show them your dedication and killer brain and make them notice you, make them respect you. It had worked up to now. However, tonight you felt your mental health needed a night of debauchery.
Bolting upright, you felt fresh determination. “Fuck no I’m not letting this one mishap ruin my night off!”
Willa cheered beside you and bounced making the bed jerk. “That’s what I wanna hear. Now let’s get your ass dressed in something besides scrubs, something that shows a lot more skin and is easier to hike up for some fun!”
You snorted and shook your head. Willa and Sachi made it a point to let you know that if the need was there for them to relieve some pent-up stress their chosen way to do that was one night with a stranger. They said they had done some wild things with just one night allowed and had never had any regrets. No matter how much they raved about the experience of one night stands you never partook. It wasn’t that the idea wasn’t tempting, or you’d never encountered a man who was delicious enough to back it up on in the bathroom of an upscale club it was simply because you didn’t have the confidence.
Because of years and years of a sheltered life and being a very late bloomer, you doubted you had the sex appeal let alone the Mata Hara attitude to successfully pull it off. You were just that awkward. That was why you were in utter shock when Dr. Mooreoon offered her husband’s cock to you, no string attached with the possibility of more—her words.
You were beautiful, duh. You had no doubts about your beauty or attractiveness. How he’d peeped it when the only things you’d ever worn around him were scrubs, long sleeve shirts or sweaters, sneakers, and a high bun, you’d never know. How he even came to the conclusion of wanting you on a sexual level still perplexed you. You’d never done anything sexy around him, never acted coquettish, or like a seductress like many of the other residents and even doctors had. You’d happily kept in the back while the others made fools of themselves because he ignored every single one of their advances and flirtations. It was comical. They acted like the man wasn’t married. Perhaps they’d picked up on something you’d only just been clued into.
Ten minutes later, you’d decided on what to wear, a cute two piece that showed off your midriff and cleavage, ten minutes from then you’d managed to squeeze into it and start the process usually everyone begins when planning a night out that they wanted to be unforgettable. The checklist went something like, hair, makeup, then scent layering. Once you’d finished, nearly forty minutes in total had passed. When you walked out of your bedroom you weredressed, heeled, made up, and smelling like an angel looking to sin. Willa whistled and hollered clearly pleased with all the effort you’d put in tonight.
“There she is. My god, no logical reason why you’re hiding all of that behind scrubs, long sleeves, and sweaters.”
“You do the same thing,” you countered.
“But once the clock says quitting time better believe I am showing all of this off. I worked and dieted too hard for this ass for it not to be appreciated with every strut I take.”
For emphasis, Willa turned to show you her perfectly toned and rounded ass that you could no doubt hold a champagne flute on without so much as a shake. She knew she looked good and had no problem acting like it. You loved that about her. You glanced at your pager and sighed. While you were off, you knew you still had to carry the thing. It was Doctor Life 101, the most basic and foremost rule. Your pager always stays on you or near you. You’d heard of a resident making the rookie mistake and being kicked out of their program without one word from them in defense or rebuttal. It was that important. You having your own life outside of the hospital was no one’s concern; lives were always in the need of saving 24-7.
You stuffed the pager into your clutch along with your phone, your slim bifold wallet that held your credit cards and some cash, your colored lip-gloss, a small vile of your perfume of the night, and your bejeweled police grade tazer that your father had given you when you decided to move out of state. Was it legal? Maybe not. Did he care? Not one bit. The funny thing was he didn’t get it for street safety it was after he’d watched an episode of Grey’s Anatomy where the people in the ER were held hostage by four madmen. It was after that episode he spoke to an ex-military friend of his who now owned a private guard company and gifted the pervert dropping weapon to you soon after.
You and Willa made your way downstairs and into the waiting taxi and began your trip to the bar you were meeting Sachi at. As you drove, you and Willa took backseat selfies, posted them to your socials and chattered about how epic you wanted the night to go—well Willa did. You simply nodded along. Willa then proceeded to try to sucker you into posting the picture she’d taken of you at your door that showed off the whole head to toe view. You tried to tell her no but after five or so minutes of her and the Uber driver ganging up on you, eventually you caved. It was Willa though who seized your phone to create her own caption and then post it once you couldn’t do anything about it. When you read the caption your jaw dropped.
IG POST: I like it. I know you love it. Some lucky man finna push up on it! #GirlsNight #CheckOnIt #IAintYoMDTonight #Beauty&Brains #DocByDayBadBitchByNight
When you looked at the post, your jaw dropped. She was bold. It was a quick-ish twelve-minute drive before the Uber pulled up at the club and a few short minutes before you found Sachi who was surprise, surprise there on time and sitting with two familiar faces.
“You guys are finally here,” she elated as she hugged you both. When she pulled away from you, her eyes roamed your body then widened.
“Did Willa pick this?”
You rolled your eyes. “No, I did thank you very much!”
She raised her hand as if to say she meant no offense. “Yayy! This look means one thing you’ve let your bad girl out to play!” She threw her arms around you again completely filled with glee.
The way her and Willa acted, you felt like a prude or their inexperienced virgin friend from the middle of the US of A. Your eyes fell to the faces you knew from the hospital and before you or Willa could talk, Sachi spoke up.
“Before you say anything, they’re cool.Porchamay be head of L&D but she’s super young and only is a hard ass on her L&D residents. As for Vitashe is super cool even though she manages the labs, she’s saved my ass a few times,” Sachipled.
You didn’t care who they were. Dr. Leon was always nice to you and Vita always rushes your labs. You slid onto a stool giving them both warm smiles.
“The more the merrier,” you said.
“I promise, what we see or hear here, stays here. The hospital isn’t any of your complete lives,” Porsha said.
Sachi lifted the glass that you just noticed was in front of her, “I hear that shit!”
You snorted and took in the similar shot glasses in the middle of the table. You grabbed one and hit Sachi’s glass then the others’. You really wanted to let loose tonight. You were tired of being seen as the innocent or prudish friend. Yeah you studied hard and worked even harder, but you could party just like everyone else, and you intended to prove it tonight.
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-3 Hours Later-
“Wooooo! Who knew you could move like this!”
Porcha’s voice behind you rang out just below the undulating boom from the DJ’s speakers. One of her hands were currently on your hip as she moved in sync with you.
“I could say the same for you! Maybe have the moms move like this and you’ll have those babies out in no time!”
She laughed then turned her back to yours. You were currently sandwiched between Porcha and Vita who was in front of you with her hands on her knees winding her ass onto you. The girl had moves too!
“Wooooooo!”
Sachi was in front of her whipping her head around in a circle sending her hair to rotate like the rotors of a helicopter and Willa behind Porcha. The five of you had generated a small circle around you as fellow partiers watched your antics. You’d had more than enough to drink that you didn’t care how much attention was on you. When the song changed to a well-known hip-hop song, you all squealed then turned to each other and began rapping along like your life depended on it and enjoying every second of it.
After a few bars, the DJ shouting you out and the spotlight following to bathe the five of you in more attention made you all go buck wild and pose like you were on a red carpet and waving at fans. The glare of the spotlight had you turning your head slightly hoping to escape the brightness. From the corner of your eye, you saw a face you knew but through the haze of tequila, vodka, Hennessey, and whatever other alcohol you’d been mixing the entire night you couldn’t place from where you knew it. The attractive man with the recognizable face smiled through his look of wow then waved. You flashed a half-hearted smile then turned back around.
It was Sachi who dragged you back to your table and the whole way there you kept trying to place where you’d seen him from. Once you sat, you looked back expecting to still see him, but he was gone.
“What? You looking like you saw a ghost.”
“No, no. You ever see someone you recognize but you don’t remember where you recognize them from?”
“Of course, you remember Rodney?”
You snorted.
“Really, Sachi?”
Rodney was one of Sachi’s boyfriends, and boyfriend was stretching the term. They’d associated with each other for three weeks and the majority of those three weeks was inside his apartment or hers and only to a sexual capacity.
“When we bumped into each other a few weeks ago I could not for the life of me remember where I saw him from.”
“That was just sad Sach—you slept with the man.”
“Girl there was barely any sleeping, and the majority of his time was spent with his head between my legs and my only seeing from his nose up.”
You busted out laughing. Sachi’s candor was always so refreshing and so damned welcomed. As a doctor you would think patients would be forthcoming with details to help figure out what was wrong with them but from experience patients tend to hide details or lie fearing judgement.
You remembered you once had a case where no one could figure out what was wrong with a man fifty-five-year-old man who presented with all the signs and symptoms of a simple vitamin B12 deficiency would be diagnosed by multiple physicians and another hospital with thrombotic thrombocytopenic purpura. At first glance, you saw how everyone thought it was a B12 deficiency. However, the more you dug when everyone wanted to throw in the towel and start him on a more vigorous B12 treatment you found everyone was in fact wrong. The man had something totally different, pseudothrombotic microangiopathy. The B12 deficiency was just the tip of the iceberg for the patient who’d flubbed some information with all the doctors that partially prevented everyone was making an accurate diagnosis quicker.
“Who’d you see?”
“I don’t know and it’s really starting to bug me.”
Just then the Porcha, Willa and Vita returned hands filled with more drinks than were necessary for the five of you. Once they were in the center of the table, Porcha slid random glasses to each of you. A glass with pale yellow liquid and garnished with a pineapple floating at the top of the glass crashed into your palm.
“What’re we drinking to ladies?”
Vita sounded a lot tipsier than she had three hours ago. You smirked. You could see yourself enjoying yourself around these women. You’d stayed away from making any friend groups when you first got to San Fran because interpersonal relationships on a personal level were not your strong suit and because you didn’t want anyone figuring out your secret identity. When people found out you were the daughter of thee hot-shot doctor Sarina Torranaddo and Hughston Prince who owned famed and prized Prince Pharma they tended to either look at you with awe and dollar signs in their eyes or disdain and disgust and jealousy instead.
Sachi and Willa wore you down and you were glad to call them friends. They really took you out of yourself helping you smell the roses and all that shit.
“Music, alcohol and a pretty face to sit on!”
Your jaw dropped at Vita’s follow up comment. Holy shit you thought. Sachi, Willa and Porcha seemed to like the suggestion and audibly showed it while snapping in the air. Each of you knocked back your drinks, wasting no time. As the taste of vodka and pineapple washed over your tongue, in the corners of your mind you remembered a conversation about pineapple then it hit you. When you swallowed the last mouthful of the fruity but strong cocktail you slammed the glass down.
“Pineapple is good for bodily fluids!”
Each of the ladies looked at you with bewilderment.
“That is true, and I am happy with where your head is going Y/N,” Willa voiced.
They each laughed making you roll your eyes. “No. Pineapples. The face, I remember.”
You spun around looking for the face, but the sea of people was too much. Just when you were going to give up and turn back to your group, his face appeared and, in your mind, you swore you heard some sort of holy awakening hymn. He looked good! After a few seconds, your eyes locked and recognition for both you flared. You waved him over with a smile and were pleased to see him excuse himself from his group and saunter over. You noted how different he looked outside of paramedic gear. A man in a uniform looked good but a man who could look good in and out of it was rare.
“Ooh, looks like you found your pretty faced seat,” Sachi sing songed just before he slid up to your table with an even wider smile.
“Now I know you’re not a doctor,” he opened.
You scoffed and sat back in your seat.
“How so?”
You watched him look you over as he licked his bottom lip.
“I’m respectfully looking, and no doctor has ever looked like you.”
The ladies you were with all laughed.
“Ha! What would you do if I said we are all doctors?”
He turned to them then walked around the table sizing them all up and as he did each of them give him a seated pose with a raised brow that possesed more attitude than an eyeroll. When he came back to stand next to you again, you pinched your lips.
“I’m gonna need some ID ladies because gotdamn doctors didn’t look like you when I was a kid.”
You all laughed not bothering to get offended, it was all in lite heartedness and good fun.
“It’s good to see you again.”
You smiled and took up the pineapple in the glass and took a bite. “You too.”
“Pineapple huh.”
“Have you had your serving tonight?”
His face went serious for a few seconds, and you wondered what he was thinking, but before you asked his smile returned—a mischievous one.
“I think I’ve had enough pineapple over the last day or two to equal more than a grown man’s recommended serving size.”
Willa snorted. “Like pineapple or being proactive?”
Her little wink said she saw him crystal clear. He snorted and gave her a shrug in lieu of an answer. That only made her tap the side of her nose.
“Ladies night?”
They all hollered bringing the attention of most of the club patrons nearby.
“All right, all right, love to see a group of beautiful, successful and classy women enjoying life.”
They all smiled at the compliments, no doubt eating them up. You could tell he was a sweet talker and probably easily got his way with women and maybe even had several in line up. You remembered then that you hadn’t introduced him.
“Wow, manners much. Guys this is River, he’s a paramedic at the hospital. River this is Sachi, Willa, Porcha and Vita.”
He shook each of their hands while slightly bowing his head.
“River, what an interesting name,” Vita began.
“You should meet my siblings, Ocean, and Lake.”
You all looked at him unsure if he were being serious. Sensing this, River looked between the five of you and smirked.
“Hand to God serious. I wanna say this was the time everyone was going crazy over nature names, but my mom is different.”
You couldn’t hold it in any longer and a snorted laugh popped out.
“You gotta laugh. Plus I think River grows on you.”
His eyes were on you as he said it, but you couldn’t tell if he were flirting or not. you glanced across to Sachi who smirked and gave you a smug look. She thought he was flirting.
“Can I buy you ladies another drink?”
They all nodded then he looked to me for the final say.
“Whaddya say?”
“As long as it’s not pineapple. Maybe cherry this time, those are also good for fluids.”
You heard the high-pitched gasp and knew it was Willa. River locked eyes with you, smirked then nodded.
“Something cherry it is, doc.”
As he walked away you took a gander after him. He looked good coming but going was also quite a sight.
“Didn’t you say you suck at flirting?”
You snorted and shook your head. “Was that good?”
“Cherries are also good for fluids? Oh my god, girl!”
Porcha gave you a look that said she was impressed by your gall. You couldn’t help but sit up a little straighter. Maybe since being in San Fran your interpersonal skills were getting better.
“There is hope for you still,” Willa added. “He might be the one tonight.”
You rolled your eyes because you had no intention of taking anyone home tonight. Yes, River was hot, looked good in a uniform and most definitely likely looked better naked, had honey lacing his lips by how sweet he talked, and was blessed with a great smile and a nice ass, in the back of your head you couldn’t get one face out of your mind and one proposal strung to him.
You thought back to your encounter in his on-call room.
“I could do whatever I want right now, touch you wherever I want. I could put my mouth all the places I’ve dreamed of. I could be a real scoundrel right now. Is that what you wanted coming in here? Did you want to give into your curiosity?”
You were curious all right. It would be a bold-faced lie to say you weren’t curious about his touch, or how his mouth felt in all the places he’d dreamed of, or how much of scoundrel he had the capacity to be. You were curious and more than half of you wanted to say yes already but something was still holding you back. You could say it was fear of what others would say if they found out, or how you could sleep with someone knowing they were already married and committed to someone else. Could you be that maverick girl? Could you be deep down step so far outside of the person you thought you were—the person you’d always been? Were you brave enough to explore your curiosity?
When River returned his hands were filled with glasses with many colors of liquid filling them.
“All right ladies, I brought one to match each of your outfits, I know how accessorizing is on trend.”
They giggled as they took their glasses that matched their outfits while he slid the glass that was red to you.
“And you—something cherry.”
You smiled and inspected the glass.
“I swear I didn’t do anything to it.”
You smiled knowing he was telling the truth. While he was at the bar though you were in your own thoughts, your eyes were watching, and he had kept the bartender and drinks in view the entire time. You took up the glass and held it in the air.
“Looks strong.”
“Vodka, tequila and a little dark rum.”
“What’s it called?”
River smirked then came to your ear and whispered, “Pop my cherry.”
You immediately snorted and threw your head back to laugh. River joined in.
“I’m so glad you laughed because depending on how you took that I could have ended up with a bloody nose.”
You smiled then leaned to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell any of the girls in rotation that your cherry still hasn’t been popped.”
River smiled again lowering his head just a touch. The smell of his cologne still lingered around you. When you took your first sip of the drink, those three different liquors nearly knocked you on your ass, but the crisp tartness of the lime kept you firmly planted on your stool.
“Wow!”
“Good?”
“So good but strong.”
“Good combo.”
You bit your bottom lip just before you took another sip. As your eyes traveled around the club you partook in a bit of people watching. It was a decent crowd tonight and everyone was having a great time and you had to admit you were also having a good time. Before you knew it, you’d finished your drink which was probably way too quick given how much alcohol was in it. Once you put the glass down, your legs begged you to get back on the dance floor.
“Let’s dance.”
River looked surprised by your suggestion, but he didn’t turn you down. Offering his hand, River waited for you to take it and once you did, he yanked you off the stool to him so quickly you crashed to his chest.
“I hope you can keep up.”
The music changed to a spicy, upbeat Latin mix and River immediately pulled you along as he scurried to the dance floor.
“Do you salsa?”
“Si!”
River smiled widely then took his place holding his hand out to you. Wasting no time, you took it and allowed him to lead you into a saucy and flirtatious salsa. You were stunned to find that he was very good at the salsa. Damn, you thought, he can dance too. Unfair. River spun you so your back faced his chest then spun you back around before he pushed you out to pull you in. It was then your hysterical laugh took over.
“Oh my god, you’re a dancing king.”
“Maybe I should have warned you.”
“Ya’ think!”
His laugh was deep and genuine. “Regretting your decision to dance with me?”
His deep brown eyes looked different now than they had before. It was like a flame was alit behind them, giving them a sparked look. It was hypnotizing.
“Not at all. I can dance too.”
“Show me!”
He pushed you out and the two of you really began to show off. After a few moves the crowd backed up bringing all their eyes to the two of you setting the dancefloor on fire. You both noticed but you didn’t care. His eyes remained on you feeding your ego and self-confidence with every move you laid out for him. When he spun you out and went for a solo, you stood there and watched. The way he moved screamed in control and confident.
It was clear that he knew he was attractive, clear that he knew he had the moves but there was something else about him you couldn’t place and that bothered you. The crowd cheered when he whipped out a back flip and stuck it. You couldn’t believe your eyes. River stood there and motioned for you to give it your best shot. He was cocky and it was attractive. This was another revelation for you as to what attracted you. This was the second man who’d showed a spark of cockiness and for both men you were intrigued by.
You took center stage and tapped into your inner Selena for moves, your inner Celia Cruz for personality and your inner Mata Hara for sexiness. Now was not the time to clam up. As you winded your hips and hit a sultry belly dance the onlookers clapped and shouted and that was all you needed for your head to blow up. You added in some tricky foot work speeding up when the DJ’s track went into bachata territory then rounded out with a shimmy that sent your friends in a tizzy. Across from you, River looked impressed and more than attracted.
“Okay, you got moves. Let’s fire it up!”
You scurried over to him expecting to continue with moves similar to the ones you’d done before but to your shock, River wrapped his arms around your waist, lifted you and swung you around making the entire room spin. Your scream turned into a laugh, a laugh that River joined in on. As he put you down, his hand gripped your hips steadying you and making you realize just how large his hands were. Jeez, you thought. The man had it all.
He spun you out and in once, twice, and a third time then pulled you to him. Feeling it, you lifted your leg and wrapped it around his leg. River’s eyes widened and his hand dropped to that leg and held you at your thigh. The entire club screamed, shouted, cheered, and clapped then approached patting you both on your backs complimenting you both on your moves. River set you up and clapped pointing at you. From a split in the crowd, you caught a glimpse of steely, scrutinizing electric blue eyes that you’d be able to identify anywhere. Immediately your stomach fell, and you almost had to check it had fallen out of your body—almost.
A few bodies blocked your view and you actually bobbed from side to side trying to see. A hand on your waist brought your attention to the tall, hard body that you’d been all over for the last twoish minutes. His eyebrows were hooded and eyes full of concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Huh? Yeah—yeah, I’m good.”
Even though you were saying the words you were still trying to peep around him to see if you’d actually seen him.
“Girl, you killed it. Wow, talk about moves.”
You gave our friends a small smile while trying to stop yourself from looking anymore.
“Me? River must secretly be Maluma or Alejandro Sanz or something.”
They laughed and began walking back to your table. River stopped just before you got to the table and looked down at his phone before his demeanor completely changed.
“Something wrong?”
“Yeah. Damn! I—I have to go.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I—I’m actually the designated driver tonight for my friends and looks like we’re on the move.”
It was now you just realized he hadn’t brought over a drink for himself when he bought you and your friends drinks. He hadn’t smelled like alcohol at all.
“Okay,” you began.
“Like, I really wish I didn’t have to go now. That was a lot of fun—you’re fun.”
You smiled, trying to stave off your embarrassment from his admission.
“You’re a lot of fun too, River, but I understand. You gotta go.”
The look that rushed across his face was one you couldn’t place, it almost looked like disappointment. Was he disappointed you were being so blasé?
“Okay. So uh–,” he began as you spoke.
“Thanks for the drinks. I’ll see you around.”
Again, that look appeared before he nodded and looked to your friends. He gave them a wave and a smile then walked off.
“Girl that was cold,” Vita said.
“Cold? What?”
“Please tell me you saw how into you he was,” Porcha added.
“We were having fun,” you defended feebly.
“Yeah and he was probably expecting you to exchange numbers,” Willa said.
You looked after him in the direction he walked off and began to second guess yourself.
“Really?”
Your friends nodded then looked away as if they couldn’t believe how you’d managed to fuck that up. Just as you were about to admonish yourself those same steely eyes appeared locking onto yours. He was here, in this club, tonight of all nights. From the way he was looking at you, it was possible he’d seen your dance. There was something cold in them, but though they were cold there was something else about the way he looked at you, something that made your gut heat and flame.
This man made your body tingle without touching you. He lifted his glass and drank down the dark liquor never taking his eyes off of you. When you saw him snake his tongue out to lick his lips, you mirrored the action. He bit his lip, you did too. When you saw the cocky smirk, you knew he was toying with you.
You watched his eyes leave yours and travel down your body and the tight clench told you everything you needed to know. He liked what he saw. Everything in you wanted to toy with him, so you did. Crossing your legs, you accentuated the curve of your thighs and the point of your toes giving him a glimpse of the killer body that Sachi always complimented you on.
Across the room, Chris took a deep breath in. From how slowly his chest rose you knew it was a slow, deliberate one—one of purpose. He slouched in the booth seat and the darkness underneath the table barely afforded you any sight but thanks to a slight adjustment of his body a sliver of light showed you that there was a bulge in those dark slacks he wore.
He was turned on. The thought of it made you squirm and the knowledge that you were wet from this was a shock. Who the hell were you right now? Chris shook his head then stood from the booth and you were able to now see that he was hard. The look on his face said he didn’t care that you knew it, it said he wanted you to know. He finished his drink then walked off getting lost in the crowd.
Blowing out a breath you slouched a little. You were done for the night and ready to go home to relive this newly found itch that was beginning to consume you. It was such a consuming itch that you were about to the point where you were ready to scream yes for more reasons than a much-needed release.
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