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At eight in the morning, Dr. Mel King texts Dr. Trinity Santos, Hey do you have a strap-on or no?
Trinity just got to her locker and happens to see the notification pop up on her lockscreen as she's putting her crap away. She has her text notifications set up so they just pop up with the person's name and iMessage so she's all like, Aw it's cute that Mel is sending me a good morning text on her day off, and then it's about FUCKING STRAP-ONS, and Trinity drops her phone.
Javadi leans out from behind another locker door, blinking at her. "Are you okay?" she says, with a shade of genuine concern.
"Uh, yeah, obviously," Trinity says, "mind your biz, Crash." She says it with very little conviction, even less than normal, because she's in horny mind jail.
"Okay," Javadi says. "I could call you Crash now, I guess?" Her grin also has a question mark in it. When Trinity gapes at her, she stops grinning, shakes her head. "You know, this is why no one added you to the group text," Javadi says as she leaves the room, undercutting it by kind of scurrying away.
Even so, Trinity is still gaping, even after the door's swung closed on the entire interaction. Okay whatever. She has to go save lives instead of telling the girl she's kind of seeing if she has a strap-on. Wait, she can do that before she goes to do her job. Her thoughts aren't working right because she's in horny mind jail.
She types: Yes and Mel immediately replies Great!
It's pretty unbelievable but really actually true that on this same day, Garcia catches up with her between crises. It's almost time for her lunch break (in theory), which she can fully devote to contemplating when she'll be using the strap-on that she does own.
Garcia stops her as they're traveling in opposite directions to say, "Hey, got a sec?"
"Sure don't," Trinity says, smiling. Garcia's returning that smile as she turns and falls directly into step with her, emergency room choreo, but immediately, she sighs.
"This is awkward. But I just wanted to tell you Robby told me to back off," Garcia says. "Or maybe you figured that out or he talked to you about it? Anyway, I'm sorry. He's—probably not wrong. For now, at least."
Trinity blinks at her. "Uh. I'm sorry. What are you talking about? You're backing off of…what?"
To summarize the exchange they have: Trinity is a fucking idiot. But also Garcia tells her that Robby and Collins totally had a thing so he's a huge hypocrite. What the hell, but when she reviews the footage of the two of them interacting, it does check out, also it's none of her business because Collins is like the coolest woman in the world.
Trinity only considers after their conversation is fully over if that was actually Garcia directly hitting on her by pointing out it was forbidden by her boss. Actually, she doesn't consider that until her lunch, when she's just cozied up in the most uncomfortable plastic chair of all time to think extensively about strap-ons.
Instead, her mind throws that up at her.
"God fucking dammit," Trinity says out loud, with a groan.
Whitaker, sitting across from her, doesn't even look up at her from his phone. He's eating one of those microwave cup mac and cheeses.
After a second, he does say, "Hey, can you think of a four-letter word that would mean Not working?"
"Fuck no," Trinity says, on impulse. Then she tilts her head, considering. "Dead?"
"Oh, that does fit! Wow, I feel slow. Thanks, Trin."
It's a losing or lost battle to get him to not call her Trin at work. But she'd told everyone he was briefly homeless, so it's kind of fair. Within the less than two weeksish that she and Mel have been doing something, he's wrangled himself a busser job at a shitty Italian place and is now contributing to their household.
But then that brings up what she and Mel have been doing for less than two weeks. Ish.
Trinity's hosted every time, managing to maneuver it so far so that Dennis is not home, and hasn't busted out her strap-on. Her Lesbian Who Gets Laid on the Regular card had already gotten suspended while she was becoming a fucking doctor. She can't lose it twice, so there's nowhere to go but up, basically. Or down, which is what she's been doing on Mel, mostly. This is kind of weak of her, but it's pretty difficult for Trinity to think about sex toy logistics when when Mel is on her sheets, full hot-librarian-after-taking-glasses-off but better because she's fucking naked and it's Mel.
The hot librarian was always already hot before taking her glasses off because she was on TV or in a movie. Mel's also already hot before she takes off her glasses. Her glasses are on at work. Seeing her is pretty distracting now, but Trinity is a talented medical professional, no sweat. Also they just don't buddy up the way they used to, which Trinity realizes must have been a Mel thing because it's not anything that Trinity stops doing, that's for sure.
Trinity doesn't try to buddy up with people, in any case. Relatedly, Whitaker is just always fucking there for some reason, but she did let him live in her house, so that's for real on her.
Again: Okay whatever. Trinity also realizes she doesn't want to apply her most rigorous thoughts to strap-ons when Whitaker is sitting across from her. Today sucks.
A few minutes later, Mel is texting her back. Trinity had sent a professional 😘 to her, colleague to colleague. Mel's answer: Hey good afternoon! Are you on your break? Hope everything is going smoothly enough today, no superstition! Are we still on for tonight?
Wait, they are seeing each other tonight. Today rocks.
Dennis is pulling one of his completely unpaid doubles on the street team tonight, so the apartment is empty. This is part of the plan because it's a night when Mel is coming over, but Trinity feels weirdly restless, and kinda wishes Dennis was there? Ugh. But she could bully him into watching a horror movie. He likes horror movies, but she likes bullying, so it's bullying.
Mel texts that she's running late, and Trinity is alone, so she flops on her side on the couch and groans. Her reply to the text is, No worries cutie.
Trinity is so restless that she tries to clean her room up more but there's just so much shit everywhere and it hasn't so far cockblocked Trinity at all in this case. So she doesn't clean her room up all that much more, actually, before there's a knock on the door.
Not to make a big deal out of it, but she and Mel are apparently on greeting-kiss level as of these last two times they've seen each other out of work. It still inwardly surprises Trinity when Mel leans forward as Trinity hasn't even finished saying, "Hey, Mel."
Mel pulls her mouth away to say, smiling, "Hi." Her hair is down, and her eyes are so bright even though they're brown.
Trinity has the thought: Is this just what this feels like? It's like Mel hit her with a big cartoon mallet. Fucking weird.
They're still in her doorway, so Trinity moves and Mel comes in without the extra step of invitation beyond implication. When Mel is in front of, and so not looking at, her, Trinity takes a breath and huffs it out hard.
It's game time, basically.
Trinity says, "You wanna watch something?" She's started towards the couch, but turns back to Mel now.
Mel ducks her head for a second, opening and closing her mouth, then smiling. "Actually, um," and she looks back up at Trinity, "not really?"
"Oh," Trinity says, "shit."
Then they're kissing, and push-pulling back into Trinity's room, Trinity's hands mostly on Mel's face, framing either side of it. Mel doesn't wear perfume at all. She smells like an Ivory soap bar all the time, sometimes more like the antibacterial soap stocked at the hospital sinks. If Trinity starts getting sexy associations with the scent of that stuff she's pretty much fucked, so here's hoping that continues to not happen.
It's been a while since Trinity has taken off her clothes and then also put on the strap. If she's being honest, she skews just a little more receiving end. Don't judge. The moments between dropping her post-work jeans, which now she's only worn in front of another person for a total of five, maybe ten minutes, that's fine, and getting the strap-on situated feel interminably fucking long, somehow both embarrassing and supercharged. And then she can't get the fucking dildo to sit in the ring.
"Would you like help?" Mel says like she might about a patient, a smile sitting at the corners of her mouth when Trinity looks up at her. She's at the edge of Trinity's unmade bed. She's already naked. This is probably making it harder for Trinity's hands to work, which isn't great, because hands are a pretty key tool for fucking, and also if she wants to go the surgery route.
Honestly, Trinity just kinda shrugs and goes to her, giving her the dildo to try it. Mel squints into the ring, and therefore also kind of at Trinity's pussy, as she pinches the dildo's base to push it in and get it secure.
When she's done, Mel, kind of awkwardly, making the dildo bob in place, pats it?
Trinity tilts her head, saying, "Um," and then she laughs, and Mel looks up at her and and laughs, too, and some tension that Trinity hadn't fully realized was there is broken. Which is great, because then Mel opens her mouth and sinks it on the dildo, pressing as far as she seemingly can.
"Holy shit," Trinity says. Mel hums?
A lot of things combine to make this feel crazy. One is that Mel is sucking on her bright pink dildo, the one she got for free as a bingo prize at a weird speed dating event the only real lesbian friend she'd made in med school had dragged her to. Another one is that she's not usually on this end, far from never but not usually, and that's kind of unbalancing. The final one is that it's Mel. They're on shift together two days from now, which flickers top of mind even though Trinity's body is already throbbing.
Trinity feels like she's navigating something called sex for the first time, and it's an activity that has only been described to her in passing by a dumbass straight guy. Trinity feels like she's the first person to get a strap blowjob, probably. Because it is fully becoming a blowjob, Mel's mouth going up and down. Mel is moaning a little. Mel is moaning a little.
Oh, shit, Trinity should be doing something. She tries a hand in Mel's hair, and tries to push Mel in, not too much but enough, because Trinity would like that, and Mel seems to like that, too.
Mel pulls off which means she pushes back into Trinity's grip a little and she grins up, her mouth wet.
"Holy shit," Trinity says again, and she laughs this time, everything more unsteady. She might not ever say a different sequence of words again. Everyone will have to see how this next half hour or more goes.
"Come here," Mel says. Mel can apparently say a lot of different things which should make up the difference. Trinity comes there, not in the climax sense, and winds up on her back on the bed.
The overhead light is on and glaring into her face, which strikes Trinity as an oversight and bad choice on her part in terms of mood, but amazing in terms of the fact that she can see in high definition while Mel swings one knee over her, because she's going to ride Trinity's strap. The idea of this occuring to her is almost as intense as the fact that it is about to fucking happen.
"Wait, wait wait," Trinity says, "I have lube?"
"Oh!" Mel looks around. "Okay. I'm pretty wet but good idea. Is it here somewhere?"
Trinity manages to kind of pat the bedside table drawer which she can't fully reach to open, but Mel can reach to open it and does. There are more disorganized sex toys in there, a bunch of crap, and also the lube. And, wait, Mel had said, I'm pretty wet.
"You're pretty wet?" Trinity says, before thinking about it, as Mel is coming back to center over her.
Mel smiles at her. "Yes?" She says this a little shyly, somehow looking out from under her lashes, but not too shyly. "I was enjoying the thing we were just doing. Um. Did it seem like I was? Sometimes I'm not great at that."
Um. "Yeah," Trinity says, "no, you, you pulled that one off." She kind of can't breathe. And then she also immediately thinks-then-says, "Is the dildo an okay size? Like does it look good?"
Mel's slicking the dildo up with the lube, and pauses, her hand gripping its base like she's jerking the plastic off, which is nuts, it's crazy that Trinity now has mental access to this picture. She says, "Yes," a little pitchy and smiling, "yeah, it looks good, really good," and crawls a little up on Trinity, to put herself on Trinity's fake cock.
Trinity should flip her over or do some move, right, that would be cool of her, but she doesn't want to. Because Mel is rocking slower than less slow on top of her as she acclimates to sliding fully on to the dildo, biting her lip, making the sounds she makes that are always so good.
"You sound so hot," Trinity says, a little helplessly, and Mel moans then, too, but maybe she's answering Trinity with that, she's kind of a kiss-ass. That said, Trinity is also saying, "You're so hot," which is the corniest thing to say about it but so true, it's so so so true.
Mel gathers Trinity's hands that were sitting on her hips up and puts them on her tits, and guides Trinity, hand-over-hand, into pinching her nipples, harder than Trinity would have tried. When Mel's hands drop away, bracing herself on the sides of Trinity's stomach, Trinity pinches even harder, which makes Mel make a crazy fucking noise, a gasp-moan-cry deal that Trinity's made her invent.
Here is something about Mel that she thinks about now when they're at work together only at the most awkward times: she can come a lot and she comes really quickly. Trinity doesn't know that it has much to do with her, though she would brag about it having everything to do with her if there was a good way to bring it up. Seems like Mel might not be interested in them having a lot of deep convos coming up, though?
But, yeah, Mel comes easily and a lot. She hasn't been riding Trinity for long when her thighs start clamping, on and off. Trinity can't help but smile, saying, "Yeah, do it," breathless, then, "hey, touch your clit," and it somehow feels not comprehensible when Mel actually listens to her, nodding fitfully.
She works two fingers on herself, and the way this pulls her slit open combined with their position is really putting her external anatomy on display, which should be overwhelming and it is. But the pink wet flesh strikes Trinity in a fuzzed-out thought as so cute. Like, Aw.
Mel's head falls back as she comes, the only noise she makes then choked-out gasping as her whole body gathers up and shudders, Mel comes a lot and it seems so fucking intense every time. She comes again after Trinity's brought her down to bite at her nipples, Mel's hips working in circles against the strap and her hand pressed sweaty to touch herself in the bracket of their hips. Contrary to how she otherwise carries herself when they're having sex or about to have sex, right before she comes Mel seems almost panicked, which is weirdly hot, and she sounds panicked when this time she says, "Trinity," before she cries out, body pulled tight.
Trinity makes her come three more times, which is pretty ridiculous. By the end of it it's Trinity eating her out. Maybe they usually wind up doing this because Trinity really loves it. That makes sense. Mel's thighs snap closed around Trinity's head when she comes each time with Trinity eating her out, she's for real being squeezed, her ears covered, her face wet from chin to nose to cheeks. Even though Mel's thighs are trying to muffle reality, Trinity hears it when Mel cries out, "Oh, god," and shudders hard like something has finally been taken out of her before she goes almost limp, her calf dead weight against Trinity's back.
Trinity feels pretty smug, even though again, she thinks maybe Mel just comes a lot? It's so incredible that it seems pretty unrelated to her. But Trinity has great self-esteem, so never mind. They are both panting, but Trinity is panting more because Mel had almost had her in a triangle choke, pulling herself out from between Mel's legs then up heavy to flop down next to Mel on the bed. The overhead light is still in her eyes. Her plastic dick bobs again between her legs all by itself as she gets settled.
When she turns her head to look at Mel, Trinity somehow isn't prepared for how she looks: her eyes closed, smiling, her breath still trembling. It could be a picture in the dictionary next to satisfaction or relaxation if dictionary pictures could be kinda porny.
After a second Mel's eyes open, and she turns her face towards Trinity's. It feels about the same as her fucking ceiling light glaring down into her eyes. Mel says, her voice as bright as her face, "Can I make you come?"
Trinity just says, "Shit," which is actually a downgrade in available vocabulary. Then her brain is like, Did I really REALLY like being asked that, and it's honestly pretty tough to distinguish what's a thing from what's her finding Mel hot and finding how Mel talks about sex hot, which she's still half-brainedly trying to do when Mel starts kissing her.
This is when Mel's phone goes off.
It's a distinctive ringtone. Mel freezes against Trinity, and sits up. "Oh," she says, "um, that's my sister."
"Oh," Trinity also says, like a dumbass, blinking.
The ringtone cuts off, then starts again. That's a call back. Mel brows a breath out of her mouth, pressing her hands over her hair, kind of rubbing in place at the base of her skull, and that apparently centers her to put her shirt back on. She's only put that shirt on, so Trinity watches her walk with her ass out into the living room. Not a super appropriate time to think, Love to watch her leave, but Trinity got the word inappropriate written on many kinds of progress reports post-middle school.
Trinity can hear when the FaceTime call Mel is making is answered.
"Becca, hey! It's so late, what's—"
Trinity hears crying.
She sits up in bed and watches through the door as Mel paces notably half-naked, calms her sister down, somehow understands what she's saying through jagged edges of sobs, and promises she's going to come get her.
"It's not visiting hours," Trinity hears Mel's sister say.
"Well, we'll see if they can stop me." This doesn't sound like a brag like it would be from Trinity. Mel sounds matter-of-fact. Like, they really will see.
When she's hung up, Mel is coming back in the room and collecting her clothes, "I'm so sorry," which makes it dawn on Trinity: Damn literally everyone thinks I'm a huge bitch because I am.
"Hey," Trinity says, "yeah, uh. No worries ever. Can I give you a ride?"
Mel stops, mid-pulling on pants. "What?" she says.
"A…ride?" Trinity is pretty confused by Mel's confusion. "Like. Car go vroom?"
Mel stands up completely, looking at Trinity in a way she can't interpret very well. Turns out social cues are hard for a lot of different types of people. Then, Mel laughs, "Yeah," she says, "yes, of course. That would be great. Thank you so much."
Trinity rolls herself into some sweats and a dated as fuck KALE sweatshirt, what is she, an old millennial? The facility Becca is in is clear on the other side of town. It's nearly 20 minutes in the car. During this time, Mel will comment on things like she's trying to start a conversation and then immediately forget that she's doing it, because she's so anxious. Seems like an understatement to think that she loves her sister.
"Okay if I ask what the problem was?" Trinity says. She really didn't understand just from overhearing.
"Oh, obviously," Mel says, "I mean, you're giving me a ride."
"I'm not entitled to shit for doing you a solid," is Trinity's opinion.
This makes Mel look at her fully, blinking, and then smile. "Okay," Mel says. Then she says, "So, Becca was saying she had a really bad nightmare. But, um, she's said that a few times recently, and I'm a little worried something is going on that she can't quite figure out how to communicate to me. I'm not even sure if they're going to let me in."
Trinity has never been in a life situation remotely like this, her fucked up shit was pretty different, so she just nods like she understands even though she really doesn't.
"Thank you, Santos," Mel says, suddenly.
This is pretty funny to Trinity. "Why is it you still call me that?"
"Um," Mel says, with a bonus long beat of hesitation. "Professional respect?"
Oh shit. Wait. Mel is fucking with her. "Whoa," Trinity says. Mel ducks her head, grinning.
So this is all, in short, how Trinity winds up illegally parked on the street with hazards on outside of a care home at almost 2am. She looks at her phone for the third time in about—has it been almost half an hour since Mel went in already? Twenty-three minutes. Shit. No text, no anything. The exterior doors had been open but she's unsure of where Mel would be now.
This is about when Trinity realizes that none of this has felt like an inconvenience, and why would it feel like an inconvenience, and she's not even too concerned about getting any sleep even though she's working tomorrow morning. Also, wait. She didn't even come.
Trinity hadn't even had a single orgasm.
She's still processing this when there's movement at the door of the facility, and it's obviously Mel. She's smiling, which must mean everything is pretty okay, and Trinity feels her whole body relax.
"Hey, I'm so sorry. It seems like it was actually a bad dream this time," Mel is saying when she gets in the car. "I'm so glad we came out, though, she was really, really upset. I'm sorry it took as long as it did. Thank you again. Um, I could get a Uber home, or—"
"No," Trinity interrupts.
Mel stares at her. Trinity stares at Mel.
"I mean," Trinity says, her whole brain again saying, Holy shit holy shit holy shit, "uh, no, no need. Obviously. I'm glad your sister's okay. You wanna go to a diner or something?"
"Oh!" Mel says. Then, "You know what? Yeah. Are you sure? You don't need to be up early, right?"
"Nope," Trinity says, "not at all. Uh. Yeah. Hella sleeping in."
Mel's laughing a little, but she says, "Okay."
As Trinity puts the car in drive, as her pulse is buzzing hard in her ears, it's not the first time that she's had this thought, but this time it's on a loudspeaker between her two stupid ears: I'm boned as shit.