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Jack Abbot had been through the wringer in the few hours he had clocked in at the ED. Evidently not as much as some people, but his resilience was already dwindling from earlier in the day. Everyone was on edge – physically and metaphorically – and they were all on their feet and at it despite the obvious exhaustion on their faces. It was time to go home.
Everyone was exhausted. Except for Dr. Mohan. She was staring at the board, wondering who else she could get to, what other problems she could fix. Jack thought she was being overly vigilant. She’d stop in about half an hour when the stress from today seeped into her body and paralyzed her until she was showered and in bed. Jack knew the feeling all too well. The adrenaline one experiences after a shift like today’s was addictive. Success after success kept you going, but it also prevented you from leaving.
He overhead Mohan talking to McKay. Yes, their jobs were great, but they needed a break. Especially him since he came on his day off. No relationship and doesn’t go out outside of work. Interesting. Why? Dr. Samira Mohan looked perfectly sociable. Pretty. Intelligent. Funny. Compassionate. Receptive. Methodical. Could use a little more confidence, but that comes with time.
Dr. Mohan entering the bathroom snapped Jack out of his train of thought. As he wrapped up his notes on the computer, his gaze kept shifting to the bathroom door. Mohan exited after a few minutes, her face showing a complete 180 compared to when she went in. Jack filed that away for later and instead followed Dr. Robby up the stairs to the roof.
Beers in the park were probably not the healthiest way to decompress after a shift like theirs, but there was no harm in it. Being with people is what really mattered. Jack was glad Dr. Mohan joined them. She let down her hair for the first time that day. Her dark curls cascaded over her shoulders, some frizz preventing them from being completely smooth. She looked ready to drop. The adrenaline crash was in its beginning stages. But, god, did she stare at him with the biggest, most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.
As the rest of the crew packed up and took their leave, Jack and Dr. Mohan lingered, relishing in the fresh air of the evening. Very rarely did they experience air without the clinical antiseptic smell. Mohan sat next to Jack on the bench. They were silent for what felt like an eternity before she spoke.
“Thank you for believing in me,” she said to him.
“You don’t make it very difficult to do that, Dr. Mohan,” he replied without looking at her. She sighed before speaking again.
“I think that I was so worried about being fast enough that when I finally got there, it felt like I could keep going forever. And then I realized I couldn’t. And it was a really fucking awful day. And I cried in the bathroom. There was blood on the sink and the floors.” She paused to glance at him and her expression shifted into a bashful one. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this, Dr. Abbot. Everyone’s had a shitty day.”
“Don’t apologize. Suffering together is better than doing it alone.” He held out his beer to her and she tapped her can against his. They had another few moments of thoughtful silence. “You did a great job today. Solid work. You stepped up and adapted when we needed you to and that’s what it’s all about. Robby can be a bit of a hardass when we’re in the weeds, but he just wants to see you succeed. And so do I. You’re incredibly smart, Mohan.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Well, I do.” Jack moved his prosthetic from between them and slipped it back on. He didn’t make a move to get up from the bench, though. Mohan stared into her lap.
“In the spirit of already being vulnerable, I’ll tell you that I can get very lonely. It’s just me and my cat. I don’t do much. It’s just here and home.”
“Sounds lonely, especially if one of the two locations you frequent is this shithole.” Jack faced Mohan with a playful smirk. “Come here often, Dr. Mohan?”
“Too often, I’d argue,” she laughed. Her laugh felt like honey to Jack.
“Not so often that I see you all the time. Only during the shift change.”
“Maybe a switch to the night shift is what I need,” Mohan wondered.
“Can’t say it’d be beneficial. It fucks your sleep schedule all sorts of sideways.”
“Not that I have anywhere to be after work.”
Jack took a moment to look at her while she stared at the ground. She was fidgeting with the sleeves of her jacket. He figured that he had the same sort of monotony going on. Of course he was free to come in today, because where else would he be on his day off? Mohan was young, she could worry about professional development later.
“You make really meaningful connections with your patients, Mohan,” Jack changed the topic.
“Do you think I should be in family medicine?” She glanced at him.
“I think that meaningful connections are what we’re missing in the ED. On the flip side, you can’t let your countertransference prevent you from leaving when it’s time.”
“What countertransference?” She squinted at him.
“Mohan, you were about to work a double today of all days. You can’t fool me. Your patients are important, but they can’t fill in for the interactions that you might be missing out on.”
“…You’re right,” she admitted defeatedly. She groaned and leaned against the back of the bench.
“Of course I am. I’ve had god knows how long to figure this shit out.”
“And have you? Figured it out?”
“Still working on it.” Jack and Mohan spent another long minute in silence. He had so much he wanted to pick her brain about. The streetlights illuminated the edges of her hair and tips of her eyelashes. The angles of her cheekbones and jaw lent themselves to a princess-like beauty. She was, truly, a princess. Smart, kind, patient. Jack scooted a little closer to her. “What’s the plan for tonight, Dr. Mohan?”
“Not sure yet. Eat leftovers, apologize to my cat for being late, hit the hay. What’s yours, Dr. Abbot?” She sat up, took a sip of her beer, and pulled her knees to her chest, resting her head on them to look at Jack.
“More or less the same. Except instead of apologizing to my cat, I’ll be listening to the scanner for a couple hours.”
“Do you have tomorrow off, too? I know today was supposed to be your day off.”
“Did you now?” He tilted his head and gave her a small smile. “Yep, I have tomorrow off.”
“I’m not sure what I’m going to do with myself tomorrow. Probably work on my research if I can.”
“Take the break, your research can wait.” Jack downed the rest of his beer and tossed the can in the trash.
“Maybe…”
“So, it’s just you and your cat?” Jack was going to get to the bottom of this boyfriend situation.
“Mhmm.” Mohan nodded. “S’mores is very particular about my comings and goings. She’s very needy in that way. She doesn’t like doors or blinds being closed and sits on her tree until I get home.”
“No partner then?” Screw being subtle.
“Nope. Would I like a partner? Maybe. But I think that I’d be a lot for someone. Or maybe not enough.”
“I don’t think that’s true. You’re amazing.”
“Says you, ER cowboy.” She laughed again. “Coming in to save the day with your unorthodox methods without fail.”
“And so if I’m saying you’re amazing, then it must be true.” Jack held Mohan’s gaze for a few seconds before she blinked and looked away with a sheepish expression. “Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
“It’s a mystery why you’re single, as well, Abbot. Experienced, charming, patient, funny, generous. The ladies should be lining up for you.”
“I’m not interested in quantity, Mohan.” He leaned forward to be in her space. She turned her head again towards him and looked up with her eyes that held the universe in them.
“What are you interested in then?”
“You.” He left it out in the open and waited for her move. She looked surprised and then conflicted for a moment. Like she was debating something with herself. She then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his in a barely-there kiss. When she pulled back, her stare pushed him forward, crashing his lips onto hers. Jack brought a hand up to her hair, slipping his fingers in it and holding her to him. She made a small noise, and he took that opportunity to ramp it up.
His tongue ran across her bottom lip, and she opened up, inviting him in. She turned her body towards him, bringing one of her hands to his neck. Jack pulled back to get a good look at Mohan before they continued. He didn’t want it to end, and she looked like she didn’t either. Until she abruptly shifted away from him.
“I don’t wanna keep S’mores waiting,” Dr. Mohan moved to get up. She took her can and dropped it in the trash.
“You’re right, I should head home, too.” Jack slipped his prosthetic back on and slung his backpack over his shoulder. He started walking in the opposite direction and threw out a goodbye. “I’ll see you, Dr. Mohan.”
After a moment, he heard her from the bench.
“Wait!” She called out. Jack whipped around. She closed her eyes briefly. “I could use the company, if you want.”
Jack’s posture relaxed and he gave her a smirk. “You’re ridiculous.”
The drive to Mohan’s apartment was a short, quiet one. But there was a palpable tension. Jack rested his elbow on the center console and wanted so badly to reach out and put his hand on Mohan’s thigh. She kept her hands warm between them, and he wanted to do that same.
When they parked, Jack quickly got out of the car to grab the door for Mohan.
“Very chivalrous, Dr. Abbot,” she said with a small smile.
“I try, Dr. Mohan.” She held his hand lightly and led him to her apartment. After a few flights of stairs, they walked down the hall, stopped in front of her door, and she fished her keys out from her bag. As soon as the door opened, a calico cat attempted to dart out before Mohan stopped it with her foot.
“Absolutely not, S’mores, get back inside,” she said sternly. Her head turned to look at Jack. “Sorry about that, she gets excited when I’m home.”
“I don’t blame her,” he shrugged.
Mohan gave him a look that said, ‘stop sucking up.’
Once inside, she hung her bag up by the door and slipped her shoes off, Jack following suit. As soon as he dropped his bag, she pushed him against the wall and kissed him, bringing her hands to his hair. He let his hands find her waist and squeezed it. She moaned into his mouth. His hands moved up and were splayed across her back, keeping her pinned firmly to him. Mohan pulled back for just a second.
“I’d love to keep doing this, but I feel incredibly gross right now and I need a shower,” she wrinkled her nose.
“Yeah, I’m not feeling the cleanest either.” He pressed his forehead to hers and gave her a quick peck. “Go shower, we’ll reconvene when we’re done.”
“There’s probably a better way of saying that.” They separated but Mohan still held Jack’s hand. She showed him around her apartment, which was big enough for herself and her cat. The living room and kitchen were open concept, with furniture that felt very homey and her. Natural wood finishes, green accents, warm lighting. “Help yourself to leftovers in the fridge. I trust that you’ll be able to find your way around. Oh! Please don’t be offended if S’mores doesn’t like you. I don’t think she likes anybody except for me.”
She gave him another quick kiss before quickly walking to her bedroom. Jack shook his head in disbelief. He was in Samira Mohan’s apartment. And they kissed. Multiple times. Unbelievable.
When Jack came out of the shower, he quickly put on a t-shirt and sweatpants he kept in his go-bag. He found Mohan sitting at the kitchen table, eating and scrolling on her phone. S’mores sat on one of the chairs next to her. Jack knelt down and kissed the top of her head in a way that was entirely too domestic. She smelled like vanilla, mango, and cardamom. Her hair was still slightly damp. She looked up at him.
“Hey, you,” she said to him.
“Hey, yourself.” He sat in the seat across from her, next to S’mores. “Anything interesting?”
“A lot of articles on ultrasound-guided procedures in the Journal of Emergency Medicine,” she replied. “Also, conspiracy theories about the PittFest shooter. People saying that they found his manifesto or whatever.”
“I don’t even want to know what it says.” Jack gently pulled Mohan’s phone from her hand. “You’re not at work, Mohan, you don’t have to look at this right now.”
“Says the guy who has a police scanner.” She rolled her eyes. “If we’re not at work, you’re not calling me ‘Mohan,’ Jack.”
“Okay, Samira.” He smiled at her. “What do you want to do now?”
“I believe we were in the middle of something before I got in the shower.” She leaned in closer to him over the table.
“You’ll have to remind me what that was,” he whispered to her. They inched closer ever so slightly. Before their lips touched, S’mores came between them on the table. Jack felt her tail on his neck. “Hi, S’mores. You’re kind of interrupting us right now.”
S’mores meowed at him and sauntered off to her tree. Samira got up out of her seat and moved closer to Jack, taking his hand and leading him to her bedroom. He tried not to focus on anywhere that would make him less than gentlemanly and instead stared at her curls flowing down her back and the smooth skin on her neck.
When they crossed through the doorway of her bedroom, she turned around and immediately started kissing him again. His hands found her hair again and her hands found his neck. They stepped backwards slowly until the back of her knees hit the bed. She sat down and leaned on her hands. Jack stood above her, looking down and admiring how beautiful she looked. Definitely princess-like. Angular and delicate, with soft eyes and gentle touches.
“Are you coming or are you going to keep staring at me,” she asked coyly, tilting her head.
“Oh, I’m coming alright.” He knelt down to the bed and pressed his lips to hers, his hands making their way under her shirt. His thumbs caressed the curves of her hips and skated up her ribs to just under her breasts. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to bring him closer. She ran her tongue across his lips and he opened up to her. Samira kissed him like she wanted to devour him, biting his lip and stroking his tongue with her own. Each touch made her more pliant, her whimpers getting louder and more insistent. “Eager, are we?”
“Please touch me,” she huffed.
“I am touching you, you’re gonna have to be more specific, sweetheart.” She wriggled under his grasp. His thumbs ran along the underside of her breasts, and she arched up into him. “Is that it?”
She shook her head. “Shirt off.” Samira wrenched her shirt off and Jack took the moment to do the same. He slipped his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and tugged. She nodded and unwrapped her legs from him momentarily to get them off. And then she was fully undressed in front of him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Samira,” he whispered to her in a gravelly voice. He kissed her jaw, then neck, then collarbones while grinding down on her. He licked and sucked at the junction of her neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. She gasped softly and ran her fingers through his salt-and-pepper curls. He moved lower, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and tweaking the other one with his fingers. Samira whimpered loudly. He switched after a few moments. His other hand trailed down to her thigh, stroking softly. “Hiding this under your scrubs should be a crime.”
“I don’t think people would be very happy with me if I showed up to work naked,” she laughed.
“Our patient satisfaction scores would probably go up, to be honest.” He gave her a lopsided grin and kissed down her stomach. He pushed her up the bed, making room for himself at the edge and positioned himself at the apex of her thighs. “Not that yours were lacking anyway.”
Jack bent her legs and kissed the inside of her knee, inching up her thigh, closer to her center with each kiss. Samira bit down on her bottom lip as she watched him work. Her stare could burn right through him. He was kissing everywhere except where she needed him, and she tried to shift so that he got the hint. This worked against her, however, because he just pinned her hip down with his free hand.
“You’re not being very patient, Samira,” he tsked. “I know you can be good for me.” She pouted and stopped shifting. Jack licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit, finally, and she moaned loudly. His lips attached to her clit, and he was unforgiving.
“Yes, fuck, more,” she sputtered out. He fucked her with his tongue and used his thumb to press against her clit. He rutted against the mattress as he ate her out.
“You taste so fucking good, baby.” He returned his attention to her clit, sucking lightly. She tugged at his hair and squeezed her thighs around his head. The sounds she was making urged him to try harder. He inserted two fingers into her and pumped them in and out. “Is this okay?”
“Mhmm, please, Jack.” Samira arched against the bed. Jack found the spot in her that made her clench against his fingers. “Please, I’m so close. Jack, please.”
“I know, baby, you’re almost there.” He sucked harder on her clit, using his tongue to lick upwards and expose it even more.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” she gasped. Her orgasm wracked her body, and she clenched tighter around his fingers. As she came down from her high, Jack removed his fingers and placed soft kisses on her lower lips and inner thighs.
“So beautiful. You did so well, sweetheart,” he whispered to her in his rough voice. He moved back up to kiss her on the lips and it seemed like she was still out of her body. He finally stripped himself of his pants, tossing them to the side. “Condoms?”
His question snapped Samira out of her daze. “Multiple? Big assumption for you to make.” He rolled his eyes at her. “Nightstand to the right, top drawer.”
Jack reached into the nightstand and pulled a condom out, ripping the foil open and rolling it onto his length.
“Can I ride you?” she asked.
“’Course you can, who am I to refuse?” He propped himself up against the pillows and Samira straddled his midsection. Her hair formed a cloud around her head, making her look angelic as the light created a glow on the edges. “I’m gonna keep saying this, you are incredibly gorgeous.”
“Why thank you, Jack.” She leaned forward to press her lips against his. She rubbed her core along his length, letting arousal coat him. His hands found her hips and grasped them tightly. Samira then grasped his length and lowered herself down slowly. She squeezed her eyes shut as she took more of him.
“You’re doing so well, baby, just a little more.” He moved one of his hands to her clit and applied an even pressure. When she was fully seated, she relaxed and placed her hands on his chest. He brought one of her hands to his mouth and kissed her palm and her fingers and her wrist. “You feel so good. Should’ve done this a long time ago.”
Samira let her hips roll against Jack’s as he grasped her hips and pushed her down on his lap. With each movement, her clit was stimulated perfectly, and his cock was seated deep inside her. She whimpered with each drag of her clit against his pelvis. He reached up to pinch one of her nipples, to which she moaned loudly.
“You’re so responsive for me. Do you feel good? Do you like riding me like this?”
“Y-yeah,” Samira whispered. Her rhythm stuttered and she collapsed against his chest. Jack massaged her back.
“You okay?” She nodded.
“Legs tired.” He ran his fingers through her hair.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” She nodded again. He flipped them around and she settled on the mattress. Her hair was spread out on the pillows, and she looked up at him with her big, pleading eyes.
“Fuck me, please?” she asked quietly.
“Whatever you want, princess,” he replied. He took her legs and bent them towards her, pressing them together. He started thrusting slowly, in and out, but quickly picked up the pace. Each slide of his cock in her was punctuated by a small moan. She called out for him, asking to fuck her deeper or harder, and he complied each time.
He let go of her legs and she wrapped them around his waist. He pistoned in and out of her, whispering praises in her ear while he did so. When he slipped his hand between them to rub her clit, her moan seemed to be caught in her throat.
“You can come, baby, I know you want to,” he encouraged her. “You’re so close, I can feel it. You’re squeezing me. You look so good on my cock. Beautiful, gorgeous. You’re so pretty when you come and I wanna see it again.”
Samira clawed at Jack’s back, clenching tightly around his length. Another orgasm washed over her, and Jack continued to fuck her through it. He followed soon after, spilling into the condom. He kissed her forehead and hair and lips and jaw and neck. She let her eyes flutter closed as he did so. After a few moments of lying there, trying to catch their breaths, Jack slipped out of Samira and brought them both to the bathroom.
When they were finished in the bathroom, they got back in bed.
“Not was I was expecting out of my night, but I would be lying if I said I was disappointed,” Samira muttered against Jack’s chest.
“That so?” he asked her rhetorically. “I could say the same. Samira Mohan, you are unreal.”
“You’re laying it on so thick, Jack,” she giggled.
“It’s the truth,” he chuckled. S’mores decided it was her bedtime and jumped up on the bed. “Nice to see you, S’mores.”
“Sleep time, S’moresy.” Samira whispered. She turned off the lamp and curled up against Jack. Their day off would be relaxing, but restful is still up in the air.