On a Friday night, the city lights provided a stunning skyline. The atmosphere was buzzing, the air pregnant with a sense of expectation.
It was a night very much like that fateful Saturday night months and months ago. The only difference was the weather – no snow in sight now.
Doctors Porter and Kennard didn't notice any of this, though. Porter was panting, gripping the edges of the bed. Her body was under attack and there was no escape. Kennards mouth was on her neck, one hand was on her ass, the other between her legs.
"You're so wet," Kennard moaned heavily in Porters ear, her hot breath sending chills over the brunette's spine. As the blonde's mouth found its way to her hard nipple, she slipped in an extra finger. Porters body jerked – she thought she would faint as Kennard scraped her G-spot. Kennard smiled as she felt the brunette's body going through yet another intense orgasm.
She was relentless. She withdrew her fingers slowly and flattened the pad of her thumb against Porters clit, pressing her own body against that of the brunette. Porter arched her body to intensify the contact. Kennard continued playing with her clit, Porters still sensitive body rapidly crashing down for a second orgasm.
"Oh fuck," the brunette muttered, groaning as the breath she had been holding was released. She squinted her eyes and looked at the gorgeous, naked blonde on top of her. "You're… I… amazing does not even begin to describe it. I… wow… heh… I don't… don't think there's a word for it."
Kennard chuckled. "Has the dictionary ever failed you before?" she asked as she lay down and wrapped her arms and legs around Porters body.
"I don't think so. But I sure as hell don't mind if this is what I get in return."
"I bet you don't," Kennard smirked. She traced patterns on Porters stomach, her eyes following her fingers intently. She went in for another attack.
***
Josh Becker thought to himself that it was a beautiful morning. One last glance in the mirror assured him that he was looking damn fine today – of course he looked ridiculously handsome every day, but lately, he had been doing an effort to stand out even more.
He didn't think of himself as a stupid man. He knew who he was and what he wanted. What he wanted, however, seemed to be a lot harder to get than he had initially expected.
He wondered what it was with doctor Tina Kennard. He left his apartment thinking about the sexy blonde. At first, he had thought she was just playing hard to get. He could understand that she didn't want to seem too eager, that she maybe wanted to play with him a little before giving in.
He knew it wasn't him – lots of nurses, interns, residents, cleaning personnel, secretaries had given him looks that were hard to misread. After two weeks, he had decided that while he was chasing Tina Kennard, there was nothing wrong with seeking some relief elsewhere as long as she didn't give in to her feelings, her cravings. He was sure there had to be cravings.
Twenty minutes later, he entered the hospital, a playful smirk on his face. He winked at a passing nurse, flashed a smile at an intern. He was on top of his game. He had a plan.
For weeks now, Tina had been avoiding having a drink with him, claiming to be too busy with work or having already made other plans. He was determined to get to know her better and have some fun with her. He couldn't help it, but his mind again wandered to those fantasies that involved her naked. He could almost feel it in his pants.
By now, he was positive she didn't have a boyfriend. He was sure that if she had one, she would've already told him – she would have already used it as an excuse. Besides, she was always so busy, nobody would put up with that.
It was thinking about this always being busy of hers that gave him the idea for his plan. An even wider smile broke out on his face and he whistled the rest of the way.
***
"In two months."
"What?" Tina Kennard asked, looking up, confusion clear in her eyes. She was studying the board to see what was going on in the ORs and had been so focused that she hadn't noticed Josh Becker creeping up on – scratch that, joining her.
"Well, you're always so busy that you can't even find the time for sharing a drink with a friend on short notice. I figured maybe I should go for long term. Maybe your friends have to ask you well on beforehand. So I propose we have a drink two months from now."
"Oh." Doctor Kennard really didn't know what to say. She couldn't claim to have plans. She could pretend she already had something planned, an important event or celebration, but she was sure he would find a way to just ask her to do it some other time in that week. She sighed and faced the truth: there was no escaping it. She might as well do this and get it over with, give him another hint or two along the way.
"You know, doctor Becker," she emphasised the formality of addressing him like this, "why don't we meet each other for drinks next Tuesday. Just as friends."
Josh Becker grinned. Now she suddenly has time! Maybe she didn't want to wait any longer…
Little did he know that Tina had only proposed the next Tuesday because Bette Porter had a conference to attend and wouldn't be in that day.
***
"I… had no idea you were interested. When… how… huh? I mean – when did you – how did he – when the fuck did you start liking him?"
Kennard rolled her eyes. She couldn't stop a smile from gracing her lips, though. She was seated on Bette Porter's lap, who was in turn seated on her desk chair. The blonde doctor felt a rush of warmth surge through her body at the hint of jealousy in doctor Porter's voice.
"Don't be silly now, doctor Porter. Of course I don't like him. I just thought I'd take it as a chance to make it clear that I'm not interested in him. I have to say, for a brilliant neurosurgeon, you can be quite thick sometimes."
"Have you been spending time with Helena Peabody?" Bette Porter asked, squinting her eyes. What was going on here? First the date with Josh Becker – because in her eyes, it was a date – and now the Britishness that in her mind was a tell-tale sign that the blonde was around Helena Peabody more than Porter liked.
"You're cute, you know that, Porter?" Kennard grinned.
"Let me make myself perfectly clear – I can be described as many things, varying from talented to brilliant, but cute is not one of them. I am the very antithesis of cute."
"You've just proven to be wrong. You are so cocky, but it's oh so cute."
"You're treading dangerous grounds here, doctor Kennard," Porter said, trying to sound menacing.
"Oh, am I now? What will you do? Deprive me of sex?"
"That would be an excellent punishment."
"As if you could resist me."
"I'll have you know that I am a very steady person. Once I make a decision, I live by it and I do not falter."
"Like when you decided that you would never speak normally to me and always avoid me because you wanted to get into my pants so bad you couldn't even keep your voice level?"
"Well, that's… different. You seduced me."
Tina cocked an eyebrow. "I seduced you?" she chuckled. "Not how I recall it."
"Well, it was your fault for looking so sexy all the time. I'm only human."
"Hah! So you admit that you are flawed."
"I am not!"
Tina smirked. Bette hastily added: "Well, maybe a tiny little."
"So, you stand by your decisions. What about that time you swore you would behave during office hours? When you decided to agree that we should only make out after hours? My fault again?"
"Well… yes. I mean, I really do attempt to stay focused on the task at hand, but when walk in, wearing those clothes, breathing and everything… it makes it very hard."
"Aww, so cute."
"Stop saying that!"
"You want me to say something else instead?" The blonde's voice dropped an octave, her tone very flirtatious.
Bette Porter groaned. "Okay, that's it."
The brunette snaked her hand from Kennards waist to her neck and brought her face down for a hard kiss. Their tongues forcefully battled. Tina moaned and the sound aroused Bette, nearly making her go out of her mind. She now brought both hands to Tina's bare thighs under her skirt. She rubbed the skin, her thumbs stroking the insides.
"Oh GOD," Tina uttered, eyes closed, hips jerking forwards, into Bette's lustful touch.
Bette brought her lips to the nape of Tina's neck, her mouth moving across her clavicle. She nearly ripped the blonde's clothes off trying to get rid of the lab coat and shirt. Tina momentarily stopped digging her nails into Bette's shoulders to lift the shirt and throw it somewhere behind her.
"Tina fucking KENNARD," Bette yelped when she saw that Tina hadn't been wearing a bra. "You…" She didn't get the time to finish that sentence, however, because Tina had rather forcefully pushed the brunette's face on her boob. Bette didn't protest and suckled the nipple, her hands now moving to unbutton the skirt. The blonde quickly stood up, nearly falling over in her haste to step out of it. She would normally enjoy the foreplay of Bette taking off her panties, but not this time. She had been aroused for hours on end now – ever since she thought about what Bette's reaction would be to her birthday present.
Tina wrapped her legs around Bette and the chair again. Bette pushed the chair towards her desk, cleared it and put her hands on Tina's sides, lifting the blonde so her upper body was resting on it. Before Tina could ask what she was doing, her legs were spread wide and Bette's tongue was working its magic on her pussy.
"Ooooooh," Tina moaned, pushing her hips upwards to intensify the contact.
She let out a guttural groan when Bette scraped the blonde's clit with her teeth while circling her entrance with her finger. The brunette proceeded to suckle on the clith, one hand keeping Tina's trashing body on the desk. She entered the blonde with two fingers and as she felt her widening, entered another one.
She now flattened her tongue against her clit as she got into a steady rhythm pumping her fingers in and out of Tina.
Tina's mind was all over the place – she couldn't think, only feel and move with the rhythm. Bette's fingers were just magical. She felt her nipples harden even more as she got closer and closer to an orgasm. Bette paused for a second and just as Tina had realized this and wanted to protest, Bette went in for a final attack.
"OH MOTHERFUCKING HELL," Tina uttered before collapsing.
