AN: I'm posting a bunch of new stories at the same time to gauge interest. I'm going to post a poll on my profile - please vote for the story you like the most because that's the one I'm going to focus my time and energy on currently! Thanks!

The curtain keeping Emily sequestered from the rest of the ER was yanked back. "I'm Dr. Bell, I'm a resident here," the doctor introduced herself, "What seems to be the matter?"

For a few moments, Emily's jaw hung open as she struggled to form a response. She hadn't exactly expected her doctor to be so breathtakingly beautiful...

The doctor raised a brow, waiting for an explanation.

"Oh, I, umm... I think I got shot," Emily stammered, mind struggling to restart.

She raised a brow. "You think?"

"Oh, no, I definitely did," she confirmed. She glanced down at her shoulder, lifting the hand clamping down on her upper arm, sending a fresh stream of blood down her arm.

Dr. Bell couldn't seem to help the small laugh that bubbled up in spite of her best attempts to remain stoic. "Yes, that certainly seems to be a bullet hole," she agreed as she proceeded to inspect the wound. "You know I have to ask..."

Emily smirked. "Would you believe it happened fighting crime?"

Dr. Bell raised a brow.

"No, really," she insisted. "I'm an FBI agent. Well, sort of. I just graduated the Academy. This was a training exercise mishap." She shrugged, winced in pain at the movement. "So, maybe I'm not an agent anymore, I'm not actually sure..."

"Well, why don't we stitch you up first before you worry about your employment situation," she suggested. "Little pinch..." she warned as she injected her with a local anaesthetic, then a painkiller.

"So, do you remove a lot of bullets?" Emily asked as if they were making small talk over coffee.

Dr. Bell cocked her head, giving her a pointed look. "What are you doing?"

Emily shrugged again, but only one side lifted under the influence of the numbing agent. "Making small talk."

"Why?"

Tongue flicking out across her bottom lip, she answered, "Because you're cute and about to dig around in my bicep, so I figured I should get to know you better."

She rolled her eyes, but answered her question anyway. "No, I'm a surgical resident, so I really don't spend all that much time in the ER," she admitted. "And you're my first maybe still an agent, so congrats."

"An auspicious honour, I'm sure," Emily deadpanned.

Dr. Bell studied her. "Let me guess: you don't like hospitals?"

"It's a long story. But if all my doctors looked like you, I'd reconsider..."

Blushing, she turned away, making a show of preparing the suture kit. "You're just saying that because of the morphine."

Emily slammed Dawn back against the door of the empty patient room, producing a sharp gasp as the air was knocked from her lungs. The gasp turned into a cry as Emily's lips traveled down her throat, her hand slipping past the waistband of her scrubs in search of her clit.

"Are you sure we can do this?" Emily murmured against the skin at the hollow of her throat.

"I discharged you..." Dawn panted. "You're not my patient anymore." Her chest heaved as desire pooled in her core. She tilted her head back to rest against the door, panting heavily as Emily's fingers worked the sensitive bundle of nerves.

She grinned wickedly. "Good." She dropped to her knees, tugging her scrubs down so she could press kisses along her thigh, grazing her teeth along the skin.

"Emily..." Dawn scolded, impatient. Desire pooled sticky between her thighs and Emily's warm breath was right there, making it difficult to focus on anything, let alone restraining herself from taking matters into her own hands. Afterall, it had been a while...

With a punishing nip, Emily scolded, "Patience..." Her reprimand was belied by her pleased grin, entirely too obvious in her enjoyment of her bossiness.

"Fuck you," she snapped, "Get on with it..."

Emily just laughed to herself, but obeyed nonetheless, tugging her panties down over her hips and dragging her tongue through her folds.

Dawn arched her back against the wall, a choked gasp escaping her throat. She caught the sound, clapping a hand over her mouth, entirely too aware of how thing hospital walls could be.

Smirking to herself, Emily lapped at her clit, nails digging into Dawn's thighs.

"Emily..." Dawn whined. Her eyes fluttered shut as she tried to calm her rapid pulse sending need racing through her body – she wanted this to last and, at this rate, it would be over all too soon.

"Tell me what you want," Emily taunted, pausing as she trailed her tongue through her slit. "Beg me..."

Dawn's thighs started to tremble, legs threatening to give out completely; one hand scrabbled for purchase on the door, finding none. Her other hand tangled in Emily's hair, keeping her close, needing more.

Pleased by how quickly she'd reduced her picture perfect composure to nothing, Emily laughed at her desperation, the sound reverberating through the other woman's body. "Beg me," she commanded a second time.

Drawn didn't seem inclined to do that, but Emily made it clear she was in control as she pulled back, staring up at her with a smirk. Pouting, Dawn relented, "Please, Emily... I need..."

"Yes?" she teased, pulling back to memorize the look on her face so she could remember this moment when she was touching herself to the memory. "Use your words..."

"I need to cum," she begged, expansive vocabulary lost to her in the throes of ecstasy.

Emily obliged without further taunting, dipping her tongue into her needy cunt.

Dawn cried out desperately. "Ah – Em-Emily!" Enjoying the reaction, Emily worked her tongue through her pussy until she was a writhing, trembling mess. "Emily, I'm gonna cum..." she keened moments before a powerful climax raced through her, leaving her gasping for air.

As she came down from her high, Emily lapped at her juices, cleaning the stickiness off her thighs with a smug grin. Satisfied with her work, she pulled back, wiping her chin with the back of her hand in a way that made Dawn almost cum a second time.

Standing, Emily pulled her scrubs back up, then leaned in for a kiss. For a few moments, Dawn seemed stunned by what they'd just done. "I've never done...that before," she admitted,

"What? Fucked in an empty patient room?" Emily asked, still grinning like the proverbial cat that got the cream.

She scraped her teeth across her bottom lip. "That. Fucked a patient. Fucked a girl at all..."

Emily cocked her head, mischievous smile playing about her lips.

"Don't give me that look," Dawn scolded.

She held her hands up in self-defence. Then, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her card. "Call me if you ever want to do it again."

Smirking, Dawn pocketed the card.