Some good old-fashioned smut at the end.
—The Nuptials—
6 hours was all that she had left. 360 minutes until the love of her life would be married to another woman.
Andy had been debating going into his office for the past five minutes she'd been standing outside his door, and for hours- days even- before that. She knew he was in there; it would be so easy to go inside and talk to him—tell him how she felt before he was married. He wasn't the kind of person who wouldn't do anything to make his marriage work, once that ring was on his finger the door on their getting back together would close forever.
''You can go in if you want,'' Claudia- the cardiology department's secretary- said to Andy, ''he doesn't have any appointments.''
Now she had to go in. If she didn't Claudia would still tell him she had been there, and if she had to explain what she had come there to do after his wedding... Andy took a deep breath and raised her fist to knock on the solid oak door. Hearing him call her in she gingerly opened the door, unsure of how he would receive her.
He looked surprised to see her there, a mountain of paperwork stacked in front of him. ''Catching up on patient files?'' Andy asked. He nodded. ''Aren't you supposed to be getting ready?''
''We're leaving for our honeymoon tomorrow morning, I need to finish this before then,'' he said, writing as quickly as he could. He was sitting on one of the couches in his office, the same one where they had had their ''first date''.
Andy remembered them working together on a patient and watching a video about a new procedure on that very couch. She couldn't have imagined back then what would follow. Not their relationship and definitely not their break-up.
''All set for the wedding?'' She asked, closing the door behind her.
''You'd have to ask Sandra,'' he said, ''she has taken charge of all of that, all I have to do is make sure I'm there at 2 p.m. in a tux.''
''I've never known you to be this hands-off about anything,'' she commented, sitting down on the couch, facing him.
He shrugged; clearly he didn't feel like elaborating. He looked up at her for a brief second. ''What are you doing here, Andy?''
Andy was sure he didn't mean it to come out as harsh as it did, but the choice of words combined with how cold he could be... She shifted in her seat. Laying bare all her feelings wasn't the way to go about this, she knew that, but with 358 minutes to go her options were limited.
Milo peered at her over his glasses, putting down the patient file. ''Do I want to know why you're here?'' He asked, looking right through her.
She bit her lip; he was looking at her far too intently for her to dismiss it now. ''You know why I'm here,'' she said.
''I was hoping it was just because you wanted to change your choice from chicken to fish,'' he said as he got up. He was rummaging through his desk, obviously looking for something.
''I don't,'' Andy said, ''although I have been wondering for a while why you invited me to your wedding.''
''It's Sandra's doing,'' Milo said, ''she apparently really enjoyed the talk you two had at Bob's cabin.''
''And she still doesn't know about us,'' Andy said, guessing. If he hadn't told Sandra before then she was sure he had found no reason to share that with Sandra since then.
''No she does not,'' Milo said.
''Do you want me to be there?'' Andy asked, completely disregarding the fact that she had already RSVPd yes.
''I was hoping you wouldn't come,'' Milo said honestly.
It hurt to hear but she wasn't surprised. ''I felt that might raise a red flag. There's no way Sandra is going to just let that go.'' He agreed. ''I can't say that I'm looking forward to watching you marry her.''
''Which is why I hoped you wouldn't be there,'' he said, ''having you be there as a reminder of how terribly some relationships can end.'' He was back to his old cold self, seemingly pissed off.
She sat back against the couch cushion, starting to get a bit riled up as well. ''That hurt.''
''Well how do you think I feel?'' Milo asked. ''I was going to marry you, and now-''
''What are you talking about?''
He looked at her like he was surprised she didn't get it. ''I bought a ring. I asked Jesse and Lizzy for permission, I wrote a speech, I made dinner reservations...''
''I had no idea,'' Andy said quietly.
''When I marry Sandra I don't want to be reminded of what we had, or how it ended,'' Milo said. ''I don't want to think about how every moan drifting through the wall put another nail in the coffin that was our relationship.'' He sat back across from her, picking up his patient file with a new pen in his hand.
She looked at him silently. ''It wasn't always like that.''
''No, but I don't want to think of how it was, when were together—it was so good,'' Milo said, ''and I would be lying if I said I didn't miss it, but it's in the past and I need to move on.''
''You don't have to marry Sandra for that,'' Andy told him. He looked up, clearly unhappy with her lack of support. ''You can move on without jumping into a different relationship, let alone marriage.''
He threw his file down on the coffee table between them. ''Why can't you just be happy for me?''
''Well, sorry if it's difficult for me to see you with someone else,'' Andy said. She didn't feel like fighting. ''Sandra is great, and I'm happy that you're happy, I just wish things had gone differently.''
''Me too.''
There were three bridesmaids, walking down the aisle in a straight line in their matching blue dresses, but Andy didn't see it. She didn't see anything other than dark brown eyes showing a hundred different mixed emotions in them.
Milo had taken his position at the altar, had looked through the crowd and his eyes had landed on her. Somehow, she still wasn't sure how, she had ended up on Sandra's side of the church, in Milo's direct eye-line. They were almost a 100 feet away from the other, but their eyes were locked on each other. Andy was aware that she was staring but it was difficult to look away.
Andy could feel Lu nudge her in the side, and she looked at her, finally breaking away from Milo. ''Could you two stop staring at each other for five minutes so he can get married?'' She asked. She had no doubt in her mind that Milo still had feelings for Andy but as his friend she wanted to be supportive now. He had talked to Andy that morning and clearly he had made up his mind or he wouldn't be here.
Traditional wedding music started playing and Andy turned towards the entrance to the church to see Sandra come in on her father's arm. She could feel Milo's eyes on her and turned to look back at him, and all she wanted to do was disappear forever.
Most of the wedding was hazy to her. She remembered the part where it was asked if anyone had objections to the union, and she would've said something if Milo didn't know how she felt. But he did. He knew perfectly well how she felt and he was standing there anyway, throwing a glance at her every few seconds.
Andy vaguely recalled hearing his vows, watched him slip a ring on Sandra's finger and then… the gold ring on his finger sealing the deal. Their kiss was barely a second longer than a peck, and then- her beaming and him with not quite a full smile- they walked back up the aisle again, his eyes searching the crowd for hers. With their eyes on each other it felt like she was standing next to him, like it was her he had just married, except her heart was broken.
She could feel Lu's hand on her own, offering the slightest bit of support.
Even Andy had to admit that Sandra had put together a beautiful wedding. The reception was held at a hotel, mostly outdoors in the garden. It being well put together didn't change Andy's feelings though. She wished she wasn't at the wedding, she wish he hadn't married Sandra; she wished she had made different choices in their relationship.
Lu was there to try to cheer her up but she only served as a reminder of how it had all fallen apart. Andy couldn't blame her though, she knew it had been her own doing that had led to this, and she couldn't exactly blame Milo either for wanting to move on.
She had just never fully realized that he would do this. That he would move on this quickly, and actually go through with the wedding. A small part of her had still expected something to throw a wrench in his plans, forcing him to call the whole thing off. A small part had still hoped for the fairytale ending where halfway through the wedding he would realize it was all a big mistake, leave Sandra at the altar and run off with her.
Andy was usually far more grounded than this, painfully realistic with her expectations, but when it came to Milo that all went out the window. It had taken a while but he had looked away from her, his eyes had stopped searching for her, he was focused on Sandra again. Even that little thing, his eyes looking at her, had been better than nothing, even if it had hurt.
Because it had hurt. He had been looking at her. He had given himself reminders that she was there, with full knowledge of everything that had transpired between them, their full history, and he had been able to go through with the wedding. If he had not even looked at her, she would be able to convince herself that he had forgotten. That he had gotten caught up in the moment and had forgotten what he could have with her.
Clearly he hadn't forgotten. Andy hadn't brought a date to the wedding and Jonas was out of town on a business trip so Lu had come alone as well. They danced together for most of the evening, and Andy could see how unhappy Milo was about it. Every once in a while Andy's eyes would travel back to his and he didn't even try to hide his feelings.
It wasn't even that she wanted to try to tick him off, but knowing that she could still get to him like this was at least something. She had made it clear how she still felt towards him, and if she could get this kind of reaction out of him then that meant he still had some feelings for her- or about the two of them as a couple- at least.
She was coming out of the bathroom when Nick cornered her; clearly he had had quite a bit to drink as well. His playfulness toward her was a more than welcome distraction from Milo—and even Lu if she was being completely honest.
They still weren't anything more than just 'something', and she had planned on being more discrete than this, but he was planting butterfly kisses on her cheek, her neck… she couldn't help but giggle.
Which was the exact moment Milo exited the men's bathroom. Over Nick's shoulder she could see Milo's smile at someone else in the hallway change to anger when his eyes landed on her and Nick. The sight of them standing close together, clearly very comfortable with each other, being affectionate to each other…
Andy could see it got to him. Part of her considered pushing Nick away, she didn't want Milo to think this was anything more than it was, but what would be the point? It wasn't as if pushing Nick away would get Milo to rethink marrying Sandra. What was there to lose, really?
He threw them one last look before leaving, heading back outside to his bride.
Every single time she thought the exact same thing: 'what the hell am I doing?'.
It always started out the same, it seemed. The first time he had offered to let her sleep on his couch so she had a place to crash after a hospital fundraiser, and one thing had led to another. The second time he had given her one simple look which- if it hadn't been for their first time together- would've meant nothing, and one thing led to another.
It always seemed to lead from one thing to another. They had had an actual deep conversation, sort of rare for the two of them, and one thing had led to yet another. And each time she wondered what she was doing. What she, Andy Campbell, was doing sleeping with Nick Biancavilla.
Sure, she had once described him as 'hotter than a Texas summer' to one of her patients, which had been more than a little embarrassing when he had found out, but she had still never pictured herself being with him.
The past few months there had been plenty of different reasons why she had gone over to his apartment, and Milo marrying Sandra had been as good as any of the other reasons. It wasn't exactly the reason though. It hadn't been loneliness that had driven her into the Italian doctor's arms though, it had been pure horniness.
Each time she vowed it would be the last time, but then she wound up with an itch she just couldn't scratch by herself, and she was right back in his bed. It was always his bed; no way would she bring him over to her own house. No way would she risk her daughters finding out about this. No way would she risk anyone finding out about this.
It had been painful enough when people had found out about what she and Lu had done. When her relationship with Milo ended everybody knew why. The stares, the painful silences, the awkwardness, she wasn't going to risk that happening again.
The way Nick had always looked at her, his playful winks, and the jabs at her love life. She had always suspected there was something behind it all. It hadn't been until he had joked about Lu being 'her lesbian lover' that she had questioned it though, she vaguely remembered his mumbles about 'a lady in the street, a freak between the sheets' that she seriously considered doing anything with him.
So here she was. Again. She could feel him thrusting up against her, his hand pulling her face down to his own until their lips met. The kisses were meh. Not that he wasn't a good kisser, it just felt like such an intimate act compared to everything else they did, she couldn't enjoy it as much. The sex more than made up for it though. She wasn't surprised. He was notorious for his skirt-chasing abilities. He had had more than enough practice.
He always made sure she came. His dick felt like it was made specifically for her. He was adventurous without making her feel like he was constantly wanting her to do new things. He liked cuddling afterwards. He was discrete about their arrangement, it was perfect.
He flipped them over. Her legs hooked behind him, his hands holding on to the headboard. One of his hands let go of the dark wood and grabbed her leg, pushing it up higher, changing the angle. That was what she liked about him. He knew how to make amazing sex even better, and didn't hesitate to do exactly what was needed.
She could feel the heat in her lower belly, her thighs shaking, her mouth trying to form words to encourage him to keep going as long as he could, when the sound of the front door crashed her orgasm almost as soon as it had begun.
''Nick, you here?'' She could hear the familiar voice of Peter Riggs from somewhere on the other side of the apartment. Keys being thrown in a bowl, footsteps coming closer. The sound of the headboard thumping against the wall, as Nick didn't pause for a second. She could see on his face that he was just seconds away, too late to stop. She could feel him tense up, his face scrunched up, before falling down on top of her.
She grabbed the pillow from the other side of the bed, hiding her face right before Peter opened the door. He either hadn't heard the bed rocking, or he didn't care. She could feel Nick's hand landing on her stomach, making its way down until he was rubbing her clit. She wanted to push him away but she knew it would just draw more attention to her.
''Didn't mean to disturb,'' Peter said, hanging back in the doorway. He could see a strand of brown hair coming from under a pillow, Nick's face beaming back at him in post-orgasm glow.
''It's fine, you need anything?'' Nick asked, acting almost too casual. It made her think that perhaps this wasn't the first time Peter had walked in on Nick.
''I was just coming over to pick up the clothes I left here the other day,'' Peter said.
She wanted to yell at him to leave. Her toes curled, dragging the sheets with her as she pulled her knees up and suppressed a moan. His fingers were magical, and he had been a quick learner of exactly what she liked. She was still trying to figure him out, she felt like he was holding back as if afraid of scaring her off.
Her hands gripped the pillow on her face tighter, a moan slipping out. She was almost too sensitive, this new orgasm just building up from the previous- rather disappointing- one.
''Is that…''? He didn't have to finish his question for her to know what he meant. She knew Peter and Nick were best friends, but she hadn't thought about the possibility that Nick would tell him.
''Yes.'' Nick thought for a second. ''You wanna join?''
She had been so close when he said this, it wasn't even funny. He had already ruined one orgasm and now this one was blown as well. ''Excuse me?'' She asked, pushing the pillow to the side a bit, still obscuring her face from Peter.
''It'll be fun,'' Nick assured her before turning back to Peter. It wasn't often that she was really, truly flabbergasted, but this did it.
Peter had a 'why not?' look on his face, ''sure. I'm gonna take a shower, I'll be back in a minute.''
As soon as the door closed she threw the pillow to the other side of the room, '''you wanna join?' Seriously?'' She repeated the first part in Nick's voice. They had barely discussed the fact that they were sleeping together, let alone adding a third person.
''Relax,'' Nick pulled her closer to him, burying his face in her neck. ''We have done this before. And if you don't want to do this just say so, he won't be back for a few minutes.''
''I don't think we should do this,'' she told him.
''He won't be back for a few minutes,'' Nick repeated. ''Take all of them to think about it.''
''Nick…''
''Trust me, you'll love it,'' he said. ''He knows what he's doing. We can always just try and if you decide you want to stop just say so.'' He sat up against the headboard and pulled her into his lap, he could see the hesitation on her face, ''just say the word and I'll tell him to leave as soon as he comes back.''
She didn't say anything. She was nervous but intrigued, having never done this before. She had never been particularly close with Nick nor Peter, but she trusted them with her life. Peter was the definition of a kind spirit who would never hurt a fly, and she had no doubt she was safe with him. If she was ever going to do this, was there really a better time than the present?
Nick smiled at her, drawing her in for another kiss. ''You know the codeword system, right?''
''Huh?'' She could feel him grow hard again under her.
''Y'know, say 'orange' to stop and change things, and 'red' to stop altogether,'' he said. She nodded. ''So…?''
She took a deep breath, ''okay.''
''Yes?'' He asked. She hesitantly nodded, which wasn't entirely satisfactory for him, ''if you have doubts-''
''No, let's do this.'' She sounded more sure of herself than she was, and she was nervous as all hell, but she was excited to give it a try. ''What now?''
Nick grabbed his dick, rubbing it against her slit a few times before lining it up against her entrance. She sank down on him. Following his lead seemed like the wisest thing to do. With one hand she held onto the headboard, needing it for balance, her other hand moving down to her clit. She had just begun rocking against Nick when the door opened again, and she couldn't go on.
It was easier in theory, when she was just talking about it with Nick, now seeing Peter stand there- naked- it was a different story. She couldn't help but stop in her tracks. She swallowed hard at the sight of him, there was still water dripping off of him, his washboard abs more impressive than they had been in certain dreams she had had, his dick standing at full attention.
He looked back and forth between her and Nick. ''We doing this?''
She was aware they were both looking at her, her eyes glued to Peter. ''Yeah,'' was all she managed to get out. It took a few seconds before she realized she had been staring at his dick. She could feel the heat coming up to her cheeks, looking away embarrassed.
Her eyes met Nick's and he smirked at her. He leaned in, his lips near her ear, ''you seem to be enjoying yourself,'' he said.
She gave him a look, but was secretly glad for it. Nick talking to her made it easier for her to focus on him, instead of the bed dipping down behind her as Peter climbed in. Her knees were on either side of Nick's stretched out legs, and it looked like Peter was going to assume the same position behind her.
She could feel her heart racing and thought about how just 15 minutes earlier she could have never imagined anything like this happening. She was married to Les for 20 years, and it wasn't that she was a prude or anything but just being with the one guy had always been fine with her. She had never felt like she was missing out on anything, never wondered what it would be like with someone else.
Now she had had a long term relationship with Milo, she had had a purely sexual relationship with Lu for months- over a year actually if you counted the first time- and now she was about to be a part of her first three-way.
She could feel Peter's hands on her back, softly stroking before massaging her shoulders. Her eyes were glued to Nick's, scared to move and do the wrong thing. Two of her fingers were still on her clit but no longer moving. Her whole body seemed frozen under his touch.
''Dr. C….'' Peter started and Nick laughed. ''Andy,'' he corrected himself, ''I can call you Andy right? Just tonight?'' He asked and she gave a slight nod. ''You need to breathe.'' He told her, she hadn't even realized she had been holding it in until then, but wasn't surprised.
Forcing herself to take a few deep breaths she could feel her body begin to relax. He reached over to the bedside table, getting a small bottle of massage oil from it; she didn't want to know how he knew it was there. She knew the two were best friends but she had never thought about how close their relationship might be.
His hands seemed to be all over her, massaging every single part of her back, she could feel a part of him press up against her as he brought his lips to her ear, ''kiss him,'' he told her. Nick looked at her expectantly; he hadn't heard what Peter had said. She leaned in, their lips connecting. Where before she had shied away from deepening their kisses all that much, she decided not to hold back this time.
Their tongues battled with each other. Peter moved his hands around her, touching her belly. The unexpected hand there caused her body to twitch; a small groan came from Nick. Her hand was resting against his pubic bone and she softly stroked the base of his dick, too afraid to move much else of herself.
Peter's hand clasped over her wrist, pulling her hand away and putting it down on Nick's shoulder instead. She looked at him; his eyes confirmed that the way Peter was taking control was normal for him. He took one of his Nick's hands and put it down on her breast, where he immediately began to play with her nipple, his other hand seemingly automatically coming up to her face, drawing her face in to resume kissing.
She could feel Peter's hands on her hips, softly kneading at the flesh there- making her feel even more self-conscious- before guiding her to move. Her hand gripped the headboard even tighter. Her body was shaking with the sensation of it all, shaking in anticipation of what more was to come. One of his hands kept guiding his movement as the other one snuck around and started rubbing her clit.
She moaned into Nick's mouth. She knew what she liked, she knew some of what Nick liked, but the pace Peter was setting wasn't it. It was agonizingly slow. She let out a frustrated groan, trying to get him to let go. He didn't. He pushed her forward a bit, changing the angle of penetration, and on the next stroke she could feel Nick hit just the right spot. Her head rested against the side of Nick's head, her face scrunched up.
She could feel the orgasm start to build inside her, and apparently Peter could too as he withdrew his hand. She could feel him press up against her more as he kissed Nick. She had learned not to be surprised by the two of them anymore. She could feel the orgasm disappear again, slipping away from her, and Peter continued slowly rubbing circles around her clit again.
He continued this act for a while. Building her up until she could almost taste how close she was, and then stop again. Only to start back up when it had completely disappeared. Each time the heat seemed to be hotter, and when he once again took his hand away she spoke up. ''Could you not?'' She asked between groans.
He chuckled at her. ''Be patient,'' he said. She could hear him kiss Nick again and she snuck her own hand down between her legs. He grabbed her wrist, moving her hand away without another word. She felt like a little kid being scolded for playing with its favorite toy.
He moved her hand to her breast, ''play with that,'' he whispered to her. It's not that she had never come from nipple play; it was more that it wasn't as good. Still, it was better than nothing. After a little while she could feel him move his hand down again, and she almost had the urge to just push him away. It was torture when he stopped. Every time he started again she seemed to be more sensitive, it was bordering on too sensitive now.
She tried to push herself against his hand, but his grip on her hip was too tight. ''Riggs…'' it came out like a moan. She could feel the heat start in her belly before taking over her whole body. Her nails dug into Nick's shoulder and if she had been able to form a coherent thought she would've wished for him to drag his nails over her as well. The pain would've mixed with the pleasure well.
This time he didn't stop. He had set a good tempo, his lips were sucking on her neck, one of Nick's hands was still playing with her nipple. It was a lethal combination. Her entire body came apart, wave after wave crashing down over her. She couldn't even moan anymore. For a brief moment she forgot where she was, couldn't even remember Peter and Nick. The way she clenched around Nick only added to the sensations.
It seemed like an eternity before she started to come down. She picked her head up from Nick's shoulder, looking at him through hooded eyes. She could feel Peter drag a finger up from her clit- leaving a trail of wetness- to her throat, wrapping his hand around it. He pulled her towards himself- her body flush against his- kissing her hard.
His lips were chapped, not nearly as soft as Nick's. She kissed him hungrily; now that she knew what he could do she wanted more. He bit her lip; the feeling of pain wasn't entirely unwelcome. He had let go of her hip and she gently tried to move against Nick, but even slight movement seemed too much.
Peter dragged his nails over her ass, slightly harder than he would if he was just teasing her. She tried not to pay mind to how good it felt. He started at the underside, dragging his nails up until he was almost at her back, and then slapped the cheek roughly. She let out a shriek, not expecting it. She wanted to turn around, look at Peter, ask him what the hell he was doing; but Nick turned her head towards himself. She stared at him, a look of disbelief on her face.
''I talked to Milo a little while ago,'' Peter told her as he dragged his nails up the other ass-cheek, giving it a slap as well. ''He was very drunk, lamenting about how he missed you. Talked about how good you were. Talked about how you apparently don't mind a good spanking.'' Another slap. She whimpered, but could feel the wetness dripping down her inner thigh. Even if she wanted to pretend she didn't like it, her body was betraying her.
''He told me,'' Peter said, his nails dragging over the other cheek again. She involuntarily angled her ass towards him, waiting for the next slap and moaning when it came. ''That a good spanking, combined with some good fucking,'' again repeating it on the other cheek, ''can even make you squirt.''
She could feel her entire body getting warm, redness creeping up. She had never expected Milo to share such personal details. He was all about discreteness, keeping a secret had never been a problem, and she had assumed their sex-life was no different.
He pulled her closer to him, his fingers pulled at her nipple a few times before he again moved his hand to her neck, this time squeezing slightly before he continued speaking. ''I want you,'' she could feel Nick run his hands over her, causing goose bumps to form all over, ''to drench this bed.'' She could still feel the sting on her ass. Even though they had so far made this entirely about her she still wanted to please them, but she had only squirted once, and didn't expect it to ever happen again.
Tears were forming in her eyes, but no matter how much she tried to hold them back they fell anyway. It took a few seconds for Nick to notice. He looked at her alarmed. ''Stop,'' he said, his eyes remaining on her even though the words were meant for Peter.
''Hmm?'' Peter asked. He could only assume Andy had done something that he had missed.
Nick looked over at Peter, repeating the word stop before quickly looking back at Andy, ''are you okay?'' He asked, trying to make eye contact.
''I'm fine,'' she managed to get out.
''Is it something I said?'' Peter asked, he had already taken his hand off her throat.
Andy shook her head, ''no, it's fine.'' Truly, she didn't know what had caused her tears and she wanted to continue.
''Is it because he mentioned Milo?'' Nick asked, knowing that their break-up hadn't been easy. ''Do you want to talk about him?''
Andy took a deep breath. She looked up, blinking her tears away before looking back at Nick, dead in the eye. ''I want you to make me forget he exists.''