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—The Claiming—
It seemed like forever before anyone moved. She was aware that Nick and Peter had been taken aback by what had just happened, but she just wanted to move on. She pushed her hair away from her face. One of her hands was on Nick's chest and she softly grinded against him, trying to spur him into action.
Peter had taken control before and she missed it now. She was about to look back at him when his lips landed on her neck, his hands stroked her belly before moving up, cupping one breast in each hand.
The slow pace they had now set had become somewhat foreign to her.
It hadn't been as if she and Milo had been in the habit of 'making love' whatever that might entail. It was usually too rough to call it that, and it had become even more like that after he had watched her and Lu together. With Lu it was usually them both saying that it was the last time they were going to do this, only for it to build up for a while until they were frantically pulling at each other's clothes rushing through the whole thing.
The last few times with her had been almost loving though, and that had partially been why Andy had decided to call it off. It had never been the intention to be more than a friendship kind of love. It's why she enjoyed Nick so much; neither of them cared to go into the emotional side of things. Every few weeks- sometimes a bit more often- they just used each other for release. She didn't spend the night, he didn't make her breakfast.
They went at it for a while, he smoked him metaphorical cigarette, and she slipped out in time to chastise her youngest daughter for sneaking a comic book and flashlight into bed. It was perfect.
But now. The slow pace, the way they held eye-contact, Peter's lips on her neck, Nick softly touching her... It wasn't exactly what she had bargained for, but it felt good enough that it was difficult to form the words to tell them to change things up.
Peter moved his hands away- she immediately missed the sensation but feeling his hands on her ass wasn't bad either. She already gritted her teeth, expecting another slap. He massaged the red skin there and she could see the look on Nick's face change. She frowned at him, unsure of what his face was trying to tell her.
She could see Peter going for the bedside table again but Nick was quick to intervene, turning her head away to look back at him. He pulled her closer, his lips close to her ear- his hot breathe tickling her- ''just remember, if you want us to stop you can say so at anytime,'' he whispered.
Feeling his warm body pressed up against her own made her head fuzzy. It didn't happen enough that they were this close and she had missed the sensation. There was no reason not to trust them. They had stopped to question if she was okay even when she wanted them to continue, if she hadn't trusted them before that she certainly did now. She swallowed hard, ''I know.''
She had been dreading this moment since the wedding. The moment Milo had seen her and Nick being flirty with each other—the exact moment he had seen actual proof that she was moving on from him, she had started dreading the moment they'd be face to face again.
It was early morning; the clinic wasn't even officially open yet. Lu and Lana had yet to come in, although Peter was around somewhere. Andy had decided to come back in early to catch up on some paperwork and get a head start on her patient load for the day—starting with one of her patients in the ICU. And now she was face-to-face with Milo, once again.
He had just come back from his honeymoon, and the fact that he had a nice tan told Andy that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't spent his whole honeymoon holed up in some hotel room with Sandra. It wasn't something she would admit to herself, and she would never admit to anyone else that that was her first thought upon seeing him again, but there it was.
Technically, she wasn't even the reason why he was in her office now—okay, yes because of her, but only because she had asked for a consult for one of her patients and Milo was simply the cardiologist who got the case. He had seemed cool and collected as he had walked up to her office- she didn't care if he knew that she watched him through the window- but all that had disappeared the moment he stepped foot in her office and the door swung close behind him.
''You and Biancavilla?'' He asked. His eyebrows were raised, one of his hands on his hip as he leaned against the door with is other hand.
''Excuse me?'' She asked. She had seen this coming from miles away, and had mentally prepared herself for a million questions, but that didn't mean she wanted to talk about this.
''Don't pretend like I didn't see you two making out,'' he said, finding her absolutely insufferable when she feigned not knowing what he was talking about. ''At my wedding...''
''First of all, we weren't making out, barely kissing,'' she argued, ignoring the fact that he was rolling his eyes at her- skipping the point completely, ''and second of all, you are married now so why do you-''
''Are you two sleeping together?'' He asked, ignoring her little rant.
She looked at him in shock, both appalled by the fact that he would ask that and for having doubt about the fact that they were, ''that is, definitely, none of your business.''
''So, yes?'' He asked, watching her intently.
She stood up from her desk chair, shuffling the files on her desk around, looking for Lydia Patterson's- the patient she had referred- file. They both knew what her silence meant.
''I can't believe you,'' he said. She looked back at him for a second but didn't bother to voice her confusion. ''You know, you can sleep with all of Philly- and it sounds like you're attempting to- but it doesn't change the facts.''
Her disbelief was evident on her face; Andy hadn't expected him to ever speak to her like that. ''I don't want you to speak to me like that,'' she said, grabbing the file and getting ready to leave with him to his department. ''Besides, what facts?''
Milo could see her firm steps- the most confident aspect of her demeanor at the moment- coming towards him, but he kept his position, effectively blocking the door. ''You're mine,'' he said.
Andy took a step back, sure she had misheard him. ''Excuse me?''
''You're mine.''
''I'm yours?''
He took a step towards her, prompting her to do the same, until the moment she bumped into her desk. He stood not a foot away from her, his hands in his pockets. ''Don't act like you don't remember that night in the car.''
''That was over a year and a half ago,'' Andy reminded him, although she was sure he remembered the exact date. ''Plus, we broke up—plus, you married someone else... need I go on?'' She was both surprised by his words, as well as a little turned on. His possessiveness of her had always been a bit of a turn on.
''I don't care,'' he said. ''You'll always be mine.''
He was closer than she had wanted to him, and she was starting to get ticked off. ''I'm not,'' she repeated. ''If you want to go be weird and possessive with someone, why not do it with your wife?''
He shrugged, ''she's not really into this, she's a bit of a bore when it comes to sex,'' he said simply.
She raised her eyebrows at him, ''you wouldn't ever cheat on her, right?'' There was a hesitation before he responded affirmatively. ''But when you can't get your rocks off at home, you decide to go to me, criticize who I am and am not sleeping with, and then claim ownership over me?''
''I'm not here to criticize anyone,'' he said.
''Well, then why are you here? What do you want from me?'' She looked at him expectantly. ''Do you want me to talk about how I couldn't sit comfortably for weeks after our last time together? Do you want me to tell you all the stuff Lu and I did?'' She took the smallest step closer to him; effectively eliminating the distance there was between them. ''Do you want me to tell you how many times Nick made me come last week?''
''Andy…''
''Seven times,'' she said.
Milo scoffed, ''we both know I could shatter that record.''
''I'm sure you could,'' Andy said, ''but you married someone else, so looks like we'll never find out.''
The door swung open, revealing Peter Riggs' face. ''Dr. C., here are those test results you asked for,'' he said, handing her a manila file, trying to ignore the energy in the room, trying to ignore how close Andy and Milo were standing to each other. It wasn't hard to guess what they'd been talking about. ''Dr. Morton,'' he acknowledged before slipping out.
Andy took one quick glance at the name on the file, and threw it on the desk behind her. ''He joined us,'' she said.
Milo looked back at Peter through the window before back at Andy, ''Peter Riggs?''
''Peter, Nick, and I, together,'' she said, seeing that it got a rise out of him. ''Touching everywhere,'' her hands roamed over his chest, ignoring the look in his eyes. ''Me moaning their names,'' she whispered in his ear as she undid the top-button on his shirt, ignoring the tent forming in his slacks. ''Looks like you're not the only one that got laid on your wedding night,'' she said, pushing him away the slightest bit.
She turned her back towards him, somewhat pleased that her words had had the desired effect. His face said he was pissed off, but his dick was telling a different story. ''One could argue they're better in bed than you,'' she said.
Andy couldn't say that this had been her goal, or even that she had expected this, but when it happened she wasn't completely surprised. His hand on her back, pushing her face-down on the desk, kicking her legs trying to get her to part them—which she did, seemingly automatically. Her hair was tangled in his hand as he kept it on the back of her neck, keeping her down. His other hand was trying to simultaneously hike her skirt up and pull his zipper down.
She would never say he was anything less than brilliant, but horniness didn't help his case. She could feel him push against her, and though she was trying to enjoy it, logic got the better of her. ''Milo, stop,'' it was quietly enough that she wasn't sure he would hear her, ''red.''
And just like that his hands were gone. She turned around, sitting down on the desk, trying to regain her composure. He was standing a few feet away, his back turned towards her as he ran his hands over his head. His usually calm demeanor had completely disappeared.
Andy crossed her legs, trying to let what had just happened sink in. Milo turned around to look at her, but she couldn't meet his gaze. ''I'm sorry,'' they said for completely different reasons at the exact same time. Milo was the first to elaborate, ''I shouldn't have done that, it was completely inappropriate.''
She nodded in agreement, ''I shouldn't have said those things about… Nick, and Peter…'' She truly was sorry, but she was too shaken up for it to sound genuine. ''I didn't think you would react like that,'' she said, ''think of how it would affect Sandra if she found out.''
He let out a sigh, ''I didn't think it through. I mean, you didn't seem to have a problem when it came to Lu, I guess I just thought…''
Andy chose her words carefully, ''I'd like to think I'm not the kind of person who would cheat, although that has become kind of a weak standpoint considering everything that has happened. But you are not,'' she said, ''the kind of person who cheats, Milo.''
He nodded slowly, ''Sandra and I haven't had sex since we got engaged.''
Andy looked at him confused, ''you're newlyweds, you were just on your honeymoon, what have you been doing all week?''
''We hiked a lot,'' Milo said as he sat down. ''We were going to wait until we got married, then on our wedding night we were both exhausted, and ever since she keeps blowing me off.''
''Not the kind of blowing you were expecting, eh?'' Andy asked jokingly- before cringing- as she sat down as well. ''Maybe you should talk to her about it before…'' she motioned to her desk, referring to what had happened minutes before.
''Don't you think I tried that?'' He asked. He looked exasperated. ''Even before we got engaged, when we did have sex, I mean, it wasn't spectacular or anything but it was good—it was fine,'' he said.
''From good to just fine in not a second,'' Andy commented.
''It wasn't anything like what we had,'' Milo said, pausing. ''And now she doesn't want anything at all.''
Andy bit her lip, ''I don't know what to tell you.''
''Don't get me wrong,'' Milo- the man she never expected to see ramble- rambled on, ''I wish I could say it wasn't important to me, and I'm giving her all the space she wants, but I can't lie and say that I don't care about that aspect of our relationship.''
Andy frowned, ''you're not going to leave her over this are you?'' Sure that he wasn't that shallow.
''Of course not,'' Milo said, shocked she'd even ask. ''I'm committed to her, I'm not going to leave her, and especially not over something like this.''
''Would you have left me?'' She asked. ''If I hadn't slept with you, or if it wasn't good.''
''Don't be ridiculous,'' Milo said, ''it's you. Plus, there were never any complains in that area between us, at least not coming from me, not until there was someone else in bed with us.''
She didn't need the reminder, but she noticed that Milo didn't seem hurt when he brought it up this time. ''Do you ever think about that?''
''Now that I'm not getting any at home I think about it a lot,'' Milo said honestly.
''Do you think you could ever forgive me?''
''Maybe one day you'll find a way to make it up to me,'' he said with a wink.
She could see a small grin on his face, mostly obscured by the fact that he was now looking down. ''I don't think I want to know what you have in mind,'' she said and he chuckled. ''I'm just glad things aren't as weird between us anymore.''
''And that we never ended up throwing sponges at each other across the OR?'' He asked, recalling what she had said when they first started dating. He stood up, getting ready to leave. He had come in early to get work done, and now he'd been in Andy's office for almost half an hour without getting any work done.
''That too,'' she said, getting up as well. ''Although there's still time for that.''
''Not a lot,'' Milo said under his breath, opening the door for her.
''What's that?'' Andy asked.
He looked at her, wanting to see her face one more time before he would ruin their relationship again—just as he had done when they had broken up, when he had started dating Sandra, when he had gotten engaged, when he had gotten married. ''Sandra's company is transferring her to Seattle, we're moving in three weeks.''