"Abby, your next patient is here!" called Jackson from the front of their makeshift medical quarters.

"That's fine, send them on back," Abby said. She was just washing up from her last patient, back to the door of the bay where they kept patient beds. It also served as their exam room. Right now there were only a couple of patients back there.

"Hey, doc."

Abby knew that voice before she turned around. She even knew exactly how Raven would be standing: silhouetted in the doorway, hand on one hip, that tilt to her head that said "I know exactly how good I look," that glint in her eye whenever she looked at Abby that send a jolt of pure energy right down to her…

She cleared her throat, composed herself and turned around, putting on a friendly smile. "Raven! It's good to see you. I forgot that we had a visit today." (This was, of course, a lie. She anticipated Raven's visits more than any of her other patients. But it was true that she'd lost track of time, and that's why Raven's sudden appearance had unsettled her. Yep, that was the reason all right…)

"Oh please, like you'd ever find me forgettable." Raven dropped her doorway pose and walked over, her slight limp only accentuating the enchanting sway of her hips. (Seriously, Abby needed to get a grip today.)

Abby smiled at that. "All right, Reyes, enough of that. Let's check you out." She blushed and stammered, "I mean, check the knee out."

Raven laughed lightly at that. "Hey, check me out if that floats your boat." She looked around the room. "Where do you want me, doc?"

Abby indicated a raised bed that they used for physical exams. "Hop up there." Raven quirked an eyebrow at her. "Sorry, climb awkwardly up there?"

Raven said, "Did you actually just make a joke? The former chancellor-slash-current brilliant surgeon is now also a comedian? Be still, my heart!" She pretended to faint against the bed.

"Oh, shut up and let's get you up there."

Abby moved close so she could help her onto the bed. Raven put all her weight on her good leg for leverage and pushed with her arms. Abby's hands were on her hips to help her up, but Raven was getting so strong that when she pushed off the floor, she managed to jump right onto the raised bed. Abby was caught off guard, and with her hands still on Raven's hips she was pulled off balance: her arms encircling Raven's thighs, her torso close against her, Raven's legs spreading automatically to accommodate Abby.

Slowly, Abby looked up and met Raven's eyes. If she leaned forward just a little, she could…

Raven cleared her throat and sat back a little, breaking the moment of tension. Abby quickly straightened up and smoothed the front of her shirt.

"Okay, let's take a look at that knee!" she said brightly.

Together, they removed Raven's brace. Their fingers brushed together several times, and each light touch sent that familiar electric feeling coursing through Abby.

Abby tried to roll up the leg of Raven's pants so she could examine the knee, but instead of her usual mechanic gear, Raven had apparently managed to find some skinny black jeans. They looked amazing, but they were damn frustrating when it came to practicing medicine.

Raven laughed as Abby tried and failed to roll them up high enough. She put a hand on Abby's. "Relax, I'll lose the pants." She grinned. "Nothing you haven't seen before, right?"

Abby found herself mesmerized (seriously, what was wrong with her today) by the sight of Raven's nimble fingers undoing the button of her jeans, then slowly sliding the zipper down. "Um, doc? Do you mind?"

"Hmm?" said Abby, snapping her gaze up to meet Raven's and flushing at the thought that she was making the other woman uncomfortable.

"Do you mind helping me out of these?"

"Oh! Of course, I'm sorry. I don't know where my mind is today," Abby said. She reached behind Raven and slid her hands up her back to the hem of her jeans, resolutely not thinking about the way Raven's lower back muscles flexed below her fingertips or the way her body thrummed at the contact of her fingers on Raven's warm skin.

Raven raised herself with her hands while Abby slowly maneuvered her jeans down. She could feel Raven's panties beneath her fingertips as she slid the jeans under her. Then a second later, she could see them and her mouth went dry. They were simple black panties, but they almost undid Abby right where she stood.

She cleared her throat nervously for what felt like the 50th time this visit, then continued sliding the jeans down Raven's toned thighs, gently past her knees, and finally over her calves and off her feet. Raven relaxed her arms, lowering herself back down to where she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You're quiet today," said Abby. "Normally you would have cracked about three jokes about my taking your pants off."

Raven smiled at that. "Just a little distracted today, I guess. Seems to be going around."

Abby let that one slide. "Well, let's take a look here…" She gently flexed Raven's knee, testing its flexibility.

Now her keen surgeon's mind was able to focus on the task at hand. She moved her left hand below Raven's knee and slid her right hand up slightly higher.

Raven let out a tiny hiss. Abby stopped. "Did that hurt? Because you haven't had pain in that spot before."

Raven looked at her, her cheeks flushed. "Um…I guess maybe it's a little tender?"

This time, Abby kept her eyes on Raven's face as she slid her hand higher again. She saw Raven tense and suppress another sharp intake of breath. Her eyes were even darker than usual and seemed to draw Abby in…

Wait a second. Flushed cheeks, enlarged pupils. Raven wasn't in pain: she was aroused.

Abby had to break eye contact for a minute so she could process this. She pretended to be examining Raven's knee, but her mind was racing. All this time she'd spent trying to suppress her growing desire for the younger woman…could it actually be that Raven felt the same?

Then Abby got a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Well – only one way to find out.

She locked eyes with Raven, who was frozen in place, apparently trying to recover from the moment that had just passed between them. "Okay, Raven," Abby said, her voice just a touch lower and more sultry than usual. "I'm going to put pressure on different areas, and I need you to tell me how it feels. Okay?"

Raven nodded, raising her chin slightly and appearing almost stoic, as if this might break her if she let her resolve down.

Abby gently squeezed Raven's leg with her right hand. "How does that feel? Any pain?"

Raven shook her head.

The doctor curled her fingers against the back of Raven's knee, stroking it gently. "And here? Any lingering tenderness?"

Raven bit her lower lip. "Nope," she croaked out. "All good in the 'hood."

Ah, so you want to play? Abby thought. She moved both her hands up higher on Raven's thigh now, squeezing a little in a teasing rhythm. "Your quad has probably been doing more of the heavy lifting. Any soreness here?"

Raven's lips parted slightly and she shook her head again. Abby said, in her best concerned doctor voice, "I notice that your breathing is a little shallow and fast. Have you had any respiratory issues lately?"

"What?" said Raven. "I mean, no?"

Abby was suddenly very aware of Raven's black panties. She'd been more concerned with her knee earlier, but now she was entranced by the sight of that black fabric and what lay beyond it. She took a deep breath and prepared to go past the point of no return.

Abby moved one hand to each leg now, and slowly slid them up Raven's thighs until her fingers were just brushing against Raven's panties. Raven's legs were actually quivering now as Abby leaned in close and whispered right in her ear, "How about here? Do you feel anything here?"

Realization suddenly dawned in Raven's eyes. "Abby – you mean – you want to…" she whispered. "Here? Now?"

Abby decided. "Yes. Here. Now."

"But – I had no idea – I mean, I've always felt, but…and there are other patients in some of those beds!"

"Hmm, you're right." Abby pretended to think it over. "We'll have to be really careful. Doctor's orders." She could feel Raven's thigh muscles clench against her fingers at that.

Although she was craving their current closeness, Abby knew she needed to make this look more realistic. She took a slight step back and returned her right hand to Raven's knee. In a louder voice, she said "Okay, I want you to extend your leg out straight and then flex it a few times. We need to see if that physical therapy has been working."

Then she angled her body so that her left hand was blocked from the view of anyone else in the room, leaned slightly forward, and whispered "Where would you like me to examine you next?"

Raven bit her lower lip at that and choked back a small groan. She did as instructed, extending her leg and then letting it fall again, and breathed, "I want you to slip your hand inside my panties."

Abby's nostrils flared as she took in a sharp breath. Out loud, she said, "Looking good, Raven! Give me five more reps just like that." Under her breath, she said, "God, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this."

And she slid her fingers underneath Raven's panties.

They both gasped at the contact – Abby, at the silky smooth feeling of Raven's cleft, and Raven, at the feeling of Abby's skilled fingers slipping along her most sensitive area.

"God, I can't believe how wet you are for me," Abby breathed. And in a louder voice, she said, "Good work, I can tell you've been doing your exercises" as Raven continues to raise and lower her left leg.

Abby moved a wet fingertip up to circle Raven's clit. "Jesus, Abby," Raven moaned. Then, remembering where they were, she added loudly: "I think there's still some pain on that right side there."

Abby moved her right hand to the side of Raven's knee as she slipped her left hand's fingers lower, to Raven's waiting entrance. "You mean…here?" she said out loud.

Raven just nodded. It was probably best if she didn't speak from this point forward.

Abby gently teased Raven's entrance with one finger, slipping it barely inside and gently swirling it around before pulling it out again. Raven's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking deeper penetration. "Patience, Raven," Abby said out loud, smirking. "You don't want to do too much too fast."

Raven leaned a little closer and whispered, "Goddammit, yes I do." Abby's smile was triumphant as she finally slid two fingers into Raven's core. She began a gentle rhythm, moving her fingers in and out, and she realized she wasn't saying anything doctor-y anymore, and she didn't care because my god, she was fucking Raven and the girl was writhing at every touch of her fingers and maybe this made her the world's worst doctor but she gave zero fucks at the moment.

"Jesus Christ, Abby," moaned Raven. Abby knew she was close. She began pumping her fingers even faster, still hiding that arm from any curious eyes, and she circled her thumb around Raven's clit.

"I'm close, holy shit I'm going to come!" whispered Raven in her ear. Abby curled her fingers inside Raven, finding the spot that made her come undone. She could feel Raven's walls clench around her as she came, hear her sharp intake of breath. She thought idly that one day she'd like to make Raven come screaming her name, but for now she was impressed with how quiet the younger woman could be.

Abby flexed her fingers, letting the waves of Raven's orgasm subside, then gently withdrew them. Raven shuddered as they came free and slipped back out from the elastic of her panties. Abby could smell her arousal and had to fight the urge to lick her fingers clean.

Now for the final moment: always leave them wanting more. Abby cheerfully patted Raven's knee and loudly said, "Well, it looks like we're all done here! I'll give you some privacy so you can get dressed."

Then she turned and walked out to the front area to confer with Jackson about another patient. She said goodbye to Raven as the younger girl left, visibly shaken by their encounter.

Later that night, Abby lay alone in her bed. She couldn't believe that had actually happened. Had she imagined it? Had Raven really enjoyed it as much as she'd seemed to? Had she violated some kind of doctor-patient relationship thing, or some friend-of-my-daughter's thing? Jesus, what had she been thinking?

There was a knock on her door. As Abby rose to answer it, she knew there was only one person it could be.

She opened the door to see Raven standing there, hand on one hip, that familiar cocky expression on her face, head tilted to the side. "I came by to thank you for that checkup today, Doc," she said. "Can I come in?"

Abby moved back to allow her to enter. She shut the door, and Raven instantly pressed her against it. Her smile turned predatory.

"Now it's my turn," she said.