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“It really is beautiful here,” Beatrice takes a deep breath enjoying the cool evening air as the sun continues to set and color the skyline in a beautiful mixture of orange and purple.
Ava’s at her side, with her every step with her hands behind her back as she walks. “The mountains in the background really sell it, I think. Has the altitude gotten to you at all?”
Beatrice shakes her head. “Not particularly, I’ve yet to really push myself during a workout while I”ve been here though, so perhaps it might then.”
“Ah, you workout then?” Ava gives her a smirk.
Beatrice rolls her eyes. “I do, regularly.”
“Hmm, bet you eat healthy too, huh?”
“I try my best.”
Ava laughs. “So me taking you to TGI Friday’s probably isn’t what you’re used to.”
“It was fine,” as much as she hates to admit it - it was fine. Not something she would ever go out of her way to eat again, but it wasn't disastrous. “You’re well fit, you must do something,” Beatrice looks her up and down.
This makes Ava laugh. “Yeah, work.” Beatrice watches as she gathers her hair in her hands and pushes it back after a bit of a breeze flutters through it. It’s rather hard to look away. “I walk all day, I climb stairs. I sometimes have to run codes which are like burning calories through stress. And sure I lift weights sometimes when Dora manages to guilt me into going with her - but mostly I just assume I had good genetics.”
The wording is odd, assuming her genetics. Still, Beatrice isn’t about to push it. “Who’s Dora?”
“She’s an RN, fucking buff dude, like…holy shit. We don’t even need to call security sometimes for rowdy patients, we just let Dora handle it.” They reach the front entrance of the hotel - it’s just not a very long walk - but Beatrice doesn’t really want Ava to leave. “Maybe we could workout sometime.”
It’s not subtle, but it’s enough. “At the hospital, we must remain professional.”
Ava grins, it’s wicked and charming. She has the kind of smile that small tragedies are created by. “I’m never professional,” Ava reaches out past Beatrice and opens the large glass door of the hotel. Which in turn, presses her chest into Beatrice's shoulder. “But if you want me to fuck you silly here and never mention a word of it there, I can do that.”
She does. God help her; she wants Ava to ruin her. “We have to be careful.” Beatrice steps inside, feeling Ava follow behind her.
“I already told you I won’t say anything.”
“No, not that, Lilith.”
“Oh right, your doberman.”
Beatrice looks back at her with a frown. “My what?”
“Oh come on, she’s got watchdog written all over her. Straight spine, ears perked, I bet she circles when she shits, too.”
“What are you even talking about?”
Ava laughs. “I’m just saying, she was very clearly sizing me up all day today. As soon as she figured out we hooked up she looked at me like I was a threat to her entire existence.”
It’s not entirely inaccurate. “She’s rough around the edges, and loves to snipe at people. She has a short temper and zero patience. She’s also quite full of herself and -”
“Jesus fuck, I keep waiting for the ‘but’ and you keep making her sound like satan.”
Beatrice sighs as they reach the elevator, tapping the button as they wait. “She is,” Beatrice confirms. “She’s a nightmarish terror, but she is my nightmarish terror.”
“So if we get caught and this fucks you guys over and cost you this job…”
They step into the elevator, empty, and when the door closes Beatrice grabs Ava by the collar of her shirt and tugs her down for a kiss. It’s passionate, intense and she can feel Ava grasping at her back.
When it breaks, Beatrice reaches up and brushes her finger over Ava’s pouty bottom lip. “If that happens, Lilith might actually kill you.”
“Aw, Bea…you wouldn't protect me?” Ava’s hand dips down and squeezes Beatrice’s butt.
It sends a jolt up her spine.
The elevator dings again and Beatrice takes a step back.
She doubts Lilith will just be roaming the halls, she’s not even sure if Lilith is still here - she didn’t look for their rental car in the parking lot.
Still, it’s better to be safe so she power walks down the halls to her room with Ava in tow trying to keep up.
Once they reach her room, Beatrice pulls her keycard out of her back pocket and slips it through the slot.
As it beeps, Ava is suddenly against her again pressing into her back as they tumble into the room.
Before the door even clicks shut, Ava spins her around and kisses her again.
They stumble backwards until Beatrice’s lower back hits something and a lamp rattles and nearly falls over.
She doesn't care though, because Ava tastes like the chocolate mints she grabbed at the front desk of the restaurant and ate on their way home. Because Ava and her skilled hands are climbing up the front of her top and dancing against the tender skin of her stomach.
Her tongue is currently dancing across Ava’s as she hears a series of soft moans from the back of Ava’s throat.
She’s noisy, which is not great considering she shares a wall with Lilith, but at this point she simply doesn’t care.
Lilith can come in and watch if she’s so interested, right now all Beatrice wants to do is strip Ava naked and spend the next few hours reveling in her.
The one problem with that plan however, is that Ava is already pulling Beatrice’s shirt up over her head. “Arms,” Ava says, as the kiss breaks.
Beatrice lifts her arms up over her head as the shirt comes off and the air conditioned room prickles goosebumps on her skin.
She hardly has time to register them though, because Ava’s lips are on her neck a second later.
Ava is aggressive, intense, her teeth pressing down on the juncture of Beatrice’s neck. “Lower,” Beatrice says. “Mark me, but not where anyone can see.”
“Okay,” Ava hums against her skin, lips skimming down just below her collar bone. “Here?”
Beatrice nods, pressing her hand into the back of Ava’s head.
From there, she feels Ava’s teeth sink into her skin, not enough to break the skin, but they’ll leave a mark. Then her tongue is there, running back and forth over the spot she’s left behind.
“Good,” Beatrice lets out a soft moan, enough to make Ava’s throat rumble delightfully. Then Ava keeps moving, her mouth on the top of Beatrice’s breasts, covered only by her tan bra that now has Ava’s skilled fingers working the clasp.
It comes apart in one motion, loosening on her shoulders before it falls away and she’s naked form the waist up.
Ava leans back a bit, looking at her, head shaking. “Fucking shit, Bea. You’re amazing.” Ava meets her eyes and Beatrice grins.
“I told you I worked out.”
This makes Ava laugh. “An honest woman, I like it.”
Arms wrap around her waist as Ava turns her, guiding her to another side of the hotel room and eventually Beatrice finds herself pressed against the entryway to the bathroom. She leans against it, feeling Ava sink down low and take one of her breasts into her mouth.
The warmth of Ava’s mouth clashes deliciously with the coolness of the room. She feels Ava’s tongue swirl around her hardened nipple - fingers digging into her hips.
When Ava bites down on it, Beatrice gasps for air.
“I want to fuck you,” Ava says as she pulls back, tilting her head to bite down on Beatrice’s side. “I’m going to,” she runs her fingers up Beatrice’s back, then rakes them down sharply.
Beatrice, already writhing under the touches, grabs Ava’s hair and pulls her away. “Then do it.” She says and Ava nods, eyes dark before her fingers start unlatching Beatrice’s belt.
It slips through the loops easily and Ava tosses it back into the room. Beatrice hears it land somewhere, she’ll be looking for it in the morning.
Then the button on her slacks come undone and together they shimmy them down her legs.
Now Beatrice is left only in her briefs, Ava basically on her knees as she looks up at her. “So hot,” Ava says, almost to herself, before she kisses Beatrice’s lower abdomen and then grabs the waistband of her briefs with her teeth.
She pulls them back, then lets go so they snap on Beatrice’s skin. She hisses, almost a growl and when she looks at Ava she can tell that’s exactly what she was going for.
“Don’t tease me,” Beatrice warns, but there’s very little real anger behind it.
Ava seems to notice this, almost looking playful before she hooks her fingers under the briefs and tugs then down.
Beatrice steps out of them hurriedly and Ava throws them aside as she has everything else.
Now Beatrice is naked, looking down at Ava who is still fully dressed and on her knees.
“Your pussy is really pretty, Bea. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Ava.”
“Mmm,” Ava runs her hands up the back of Beatrice’s thighs, squeezing her butt. “Looks even better when it's all wet like this. Just for me.” Ava kisses just next to it.
Teasing.
“Ava.”
“All business Bea, dripping for me.” Ava glides her finger through Beatrice’s lips, gathering up the mess. “Tell me what you want.”
There’s a part of her that wants to resist. She’s not usually matched so well in these situations. Beatrice takes what she needs, gives even more in return, but she’s always in control.
This though, Ava, is the first one she can remember who feels on her level.
“Please fuck me,” Beatrice says, she isn’t sure if she’s ever begged for anything. “Make me come, please make me - ah!”
Ava doesn’t hesitate, she runs a stipe up Beatrice’s cunt with her tongue before latching onto her clit and setting the pace.
Beatrice reaches up, grabbing onto the doorframe to keep steady as Ava continues to lap at her clit again and again.
She can feel the flood of it rushing down her lower abdomen, she’s dripping and her hips are canting back and forth.
Ava, to her credit, manages to keep herself connected and doesn’t miss a beat.
The next thing Beatrice knows, she feels a single finger slide inside of her so easily it’s almost sinful. She shudders, moaning as it echoes off the bathroom walls.
Her orgasm starts to boil over then, rising faster and faster with each pump of Ava’s finger she feels. The sounds, it’s vulgar, she can hear just how turned on she is.
When Ava seals her lips around Beatrice’s clit, she falls over the edge. She comes hard, her hips pressing forward as she tangles a hand in Ava’s hair to keep her where she needs her.
She takes, god help her she takes so much from Ava in this moment because it feels so good.
The orgasm rides out for as long as it can before she settles down. Ava is still down there, helping her through it.
Beatrice pulls Ava up by the hair, needing to let her body relax but knowing full well that she is far from done.
Instead, she helps Ava up to her feet, legs still shaking as their eyes meet.
Ava’s a beautiful mess. Her hair is everywhere, her chin is glistening and that little smile is ever present.
“You,” Beatrice tries, her voice still strained from how hard it was to breathe the entire time Ava was going down on her.
So instead she just kisses her, tasting herself on Ava’s tongue.
It took her a long time to get here, but Beatrice is no prude. Once she finally let herself enjoy her sexuality and the benefits that came with it, Beatrice discovered a lot about herself.
She’s passionate, intense and when she lets go and sinks into the moment, her limits stretch out further and further.
Ava makes her head spin. Ava makes her body tingle.
Ava makes her want to fall apart. “Can I tie you to the headboard?” She asks into Ava’s lips.
The kiss breaks apart, Ava looking at her with wide eyes and a curious smile. “You’re wild in the sack, aren’t you?”
“If you’re not comfortable with it-”
“Tell me what you want.” Ava says again, Beatrice relaxes a little.
“My belt around your wrists, hands tied above your head. I want to see how long you can hold on.”
Ava hums. “You want to edge me?”
Beatrice shakes her head, putting her hands up the back of Ava’s thighs and pulling their bodies close together. Feeling Ava’s jeans against her skin. “I want to enjoy you.”
This time when they move, it’s because Ava needs space to get undressed. She doesn't make it sexy, but Beatrice is pretty sure she doesn’t have to.
Ava is stunning. Her body is a marvel. A firm waist, strong arms and legs, the most magnificent set of breasts Beatrice has ever seen and she moves like she knows it.
The only blemish are scars along her back, surgical and deep - she’s clearly not shy about them. Not hiding them or warning Beatrice away.
Despite their jagged nature, Beatrice finds beauty in them as much as the rest of her.
When she steps out of her jeans, Ava kicks them away, landing them almost perfectly on the desk chair Beatrice sits in to work.
That leaves her in her underwear, looking like she stepped out of a dirty magazine with her hair tousled and her face still wearing traces of Beatrice’s wetness.
Beatrice steps over to where her belt had been discarded and picks it up, watching Ava reach behind her to unhook her bra.
“Don’t,” Beatrice says, her business voice coming out firmly. “On the bed, I’ll take care of the rest.”
The way Ava shudders does not go unnoticed.
She watches Ava crawl onto the bed, then roll over onto her back and raise her hands above her head.
Beatrice steps around to the side, grabbing both Ava’s hands and pressing them together
She loops the belt around her wrists, then slides it through the latch and tightens it before using the excess to pull it up towards the headboard.
From there, she calls to her knot making skills and does the best she can with what little she has left to work with.
It’s enough though, Beatrice never met a skill she couldn’t master. Including this next part.
“Too tight?” She asks, no matter how murky her brain gets when she’s turned on, she will always take her partner's comfort into account.
“No, it’s okay.” For the first time since she’s met her, Ava sounds breathless.
Beatrice nods, then finishes securing the belt.
Ava is lying there, hands tied, legs stretched out and on full display. Her bra is a simple white, it’s not lacey or sexy - it’s designed to keep someone comfortable through the day.
It’s a reminder that Ava is a grown woman with a career just like she is. Strangely, that thought more than anything else makes Beatrice’s tension fade.
Leaning down, Beatrice begins her slow approach of lavishing Ava’s chest. She starts between her breasts, just running her tongue up and down the space there, her fingers dipping beneath the cups of her bra and pulling one down.
She draws back, taking in the sight of Ava’s hardened nipple and running her thumb over it. “These,” Beatrice says, working to set the other one free as well. “These are incredible.”
“Bea,” Ava whispers her name, and that’s the first time Beatrice hears the belt straining from Ava’s arms.
Gently, Beatrice runs the flat of her tongue over Ava’s nipple. She then swirls around the pebbled tip, feeling the prickly skin against her.
Ava arches upward, needing more, but Beatrice takes her time. She wants to enjoy this. Every inch of her.
As she continues to pay very close attention to Ava’s breasts, her hands are free to roam and touch wherever they can reach.
She starts on Ava’s thigh, climbing upward towards her hip and wrapping her hand around it. Ava’s waist is tight, firm, small enough that Beatrice can get a very good grip on it and hold her steady.
Which is exactly what she does as she puts one of Ava’s breasts in her mouth and sucks on it. Ava cries out, again tugging on the belt with no avail.
Beatrice pins her down, holds her hips to the mattress with a decent amount of effort as Ava continues to writhe beneath her. When she finishes with one, she moves to the other, savoring the feeling of Ava’s skin on her tongue.
Only when she’s finished does she let go, and only then do her hands move again. They go up first, tracing over Ava’s surprisingly toned stomach. Her touches are feather soft, making Ava shiver as she draws small, unknowing patterns on her.
At this point, Ava is practically whining and begging for release.
Beatrice looks up, seeing Ava with her eyes closed, face scrunched up tight only to soften when Beatrice ghost her fingertips over Ava’s pussy above her panties.
This might just be the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
It’s a tipping point, because for as much as Beatrice wants to tease her, she also really wants to see Ava come again.
So Beatrice pushes her hand beneath Ava’s panties and finds her soaked through and ready. The first contact makes Ava moan, hips bucking upward towards the pleasure.
Beatrice runs firm, consistent circles over her clit, not teasing or testing, she’s too enraptured watching Ava’s face as she cycles through the pleasure and her desperate chase for release.
“Inside, please inside. Please.”
She’s happy to oblige, two fingers slide through into Ava’s heat and her thumb takes over on her clit. From there, she leans down and kisses Ava to catch the gasps and moans she’s letting free. They rumble inside her own mouth, hot and vibrant - Ava is crumbling beautifully.
The tugs of her hands trying to reach for something are so sharp that the headboard is actually creaking. The bed is rocking with Ava’s body moving so much as Beatrice works her up and up and up and then-
“Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” she comes much quieter than Beatrice expects. It’s as if her body had nothing left to give but her legs start to tense and bend, like they're trying to capture Beatrice’s arm and keep it there forever.
Beatrice lets herself be twisted. She lets Ava wrap her up and hold her there, slowly continuing to move her fingers in and out of Ava as she comes down.
“Okay,” Ava whispers. “Okay okay.”
When Beatrice’s fingers slide out of her, Ava whimpers.
She counts to ten before lying down next to Ava, still tied up, and calls out to her. “Open your eyes for me.” She says and watches with delight as Ava finds her. “Now your mouth.”
Shakily, Ava nods and then her lips part. As they do, Beatrice traces her sticky fingers across them, then dips them inside and feels Ava’s tongue twirl against them.
As Ava tastes herself, Beatrice reaches up and unhooks the belt. It doesn't take much before Ava is yanking her hands free and wrapping them around Beatrice’s back.
“You’re…” Ava takes a deep breath. “You hide all of this very well under your button downs and hair buns.”
Beatrice laughs, still laying on top of Ava, looking down at her. “I know what I want.”
“Do you want to go again?”
That logical part of her brain is trying to tell her to end it here. To send Ava home and take a shower and go to bed because she has to work tomorrow - because Ava’s hospital is in dire straits and needs her at her best.
The problem is that the rest of her is pressed down on top of Ava - their chests squished together and Ava’s knee pressing between her legs.
The logical part of her brain has no chance. “I do.”
“Okay,” Ava says, then kisses her once. “We should drink some water first, otherwise we’ll be cramping and you actually have better orgasms when you’re properly hydrated.” Beatrice catches herself laughing, charmed again by Ava. “Doctor’s orders.” Ava finishes, hand running slowly up and down Beatrice’s back.
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As is her habit, Beatrice wakes up about fifteen minutes before her alarm is set to go off.
Her body feels heavy, loose and tingly - it’s not a bad way to wake up.
She extends her legs out, stretching them beneath the covers, only to feel her feet smack against something solid and warm.
Beatrice jolts upright, turning sharply as her hair flutters across her face to find Ava lying down beside her.
Ava’s naked, on her stomach and those same scars she noticed last night are just starting to peek out from under the covers.
She stayed the night, Beatrice feels stupid for not remembering - they wore themselves out last night. It was long and intense and, as Ava stated at one point, they railed each other.
Not wanting to sound dramatic, Beatrice won’t go as far as to express that it was the best she’s ever had.
It was, but she will not express this.
Still, this is not what she wants. In fact, this is the exact opposite of what she wants with Ava. Because Ava is here and it’s morning and in about thirty minutes Lilith is going to be knocking on her door asking if she wants breakfast or coffee and Lilith won’t stand outside like a normal human and make sure Beatrice is decent. No, she’ll barge in and examine the room like a welfare check.
Looking for exactly this.
“Ava?” Beatrice calls out, trying and failing not to be attracted to the way she hums and smacks her lips.
“What…” Ava opens her eyes, clearly taken back by the pillows under her head. “Fuck, I’m not in my bed.”
Beatrice rolls her eyes. “Clearly.”
Ava looks up at her, the confused expression shifting to a grin. “Morning, Bea.”
“Good morning, you have to go.”
This makes Ava laugh. “Wow, hit it and quit it…oh,” Ava shivers a bit. “You feel all tingly too?”
God yes. “I do not feel terrible.”
“You’re a seductress, Bea.”
Beatrice pushes the blankets off and swings her legs over the bed. She’s naked, of course, and the air conditioning unit ran on and off throughout the night so she’s also cold.
As Beatrice picks up her scattered clothing, Ava remains on the bed, now propped up on her elbows as she watches Beatrice move around the room. “You have to get up, Ava.”
“Why? My shift doesn’t start until nine.” Then Ava hisses. “Oh damn, you did some damage last night, Bea.”
Beatrice frowns, looking at Ava as she puts her clothing from yesterday in her designated travel laundry bag before she turns and sees Ava clutching her wrist.
There’s a mark wrapped entirely around it, nothing too noticeable, but certainly a blossoming bruise. “Looks to me like you couldn’t keep your hands still last night.”
“And these?” Ava pulls the sheet down just enough to reveal two deep red hickeys near her collarbone, then it goes lower - exposing her breasts, making Beatrice’s lower body clench before she sees another mark on Ava’s hip.
Seeing these, remembering how they got there and how Ava felt in her arms, on her tongue, does nothing to dissuade the tension building inside of her. “We need to get you out of here.”
“For your sake?”
She’s a dreadful tease. “Lilith will be knocking on my door at any moment and I do not want to deal with that whole mess and trust me when I say, you do not either.”
Ava laughs. “She’s a little scary, huh?”
“No, she’s a sadist who enjoys being right about everything and I, for one, do not want to hear her pry on and on about this.”
All the while she’s talking, Beatrice is cleaning up the mess they made last night and gathering Ava’s clothes to help get her out the door as quickly as possible.
Which is all well and good except Ava is still just sitting in bed. “Ava?” Beatrice puts a little bass in her voice and, naturally, it only earns her a cheeky grin.
“Can we do this again?”
There’s a spark of joy in her chest that Beatrice is quietly hoping might be a heart attack - because sparks of any kind are against the rules.
Though a heart attack probably wouldn't do her much good being in the room with one of the best doctors in the four corners.
Beatrice makes her wait, she’s not really sure why, but it’s entertaining to watch Ava’s curiosity dip just a bit to uncertainty. “We can,” she says. “However, we cannot if you do not get up and get out of here before-”
There are suddenly three sharp pounds on Beatrice’s door. “Beatrice?” Lilith’s muffled voice comes from outside.
“Woof woof,” Ava says with far too much delight in her eyes.
“Get in the closet!” Beatrice whispers, so sharply she sounds like a snake.
Ava has no choice but to scramble out of bed when Beatrice rips the sheets away from her. “I haven’t been in the closet in like fifteen years, Bea!”
“Ava!”
“Alright, alright,” Ava, completely naked, stumbles through the room and slips into the closet just as Lilith knocks on the door again.
“Just a moment!” Beatrice tries to sound as even as possible, not letting off just how annoying Lilith is being.
Once Ava, who Beatrice tossed a towel at to cover herself, has safely tucked herself into the closet, Beatrice puts on her robe and ties it synch tight around herself before she goes to let Lilith in, only to then see Ava’s clothes sitting on the bed. She scoops them up, racing to the closet.
When she opens the door, Ava grins at her, readying to say something, but Beatrice throws her clothes at her, hitting Ava in the face before shutting the closet door again.
Finally, she gets the door open and Lilith is standing there, still in her own robe, looking a bit like Count Dracula as she leers with a frown. “What took you so long?”
Beatrice sighs. “It’s early, Lilith, why are you here? We don’t have to be there for another hour.”
“I heard voices. Were you talking to someone?”
“I was,” Beatrice goes for the first name on her mind. “Shannon.”
“You were speaking to Shannon at five in the morning?”
Her brain short circuits for a moment, then for some reason she vaguely remembers when Mary used to pay for a VPN when she traveled to the west so that she could still watch her shows two hours earlier when they aired. “Time zone.” She blurts out. “It’s already seven there.”
If Beatrice was the kind of person who said ‘ha!’ this would be a moment.
Sadly, she is not.
“Right, what did Shannon need to speak with you about so early?”
“Nothing work related,” Beatrice says, stepping back into her room, hoping maybe Lilith will take the hint and go, instead, Lilith follows her inside. “Her internet was acting up, I guided her through a few steps to reset it.”
Lilith doesn’t know a damn thing about the working of the wifi internet or anything related to it. All she knows about it is how to complain when it isn’t fast enough for her. “I see,” Lilith takes a long look around the room. “This place is a mess.”
“I didn’t invite you in to judge my hotel room, Lilith. In fact, I didn’t invite you in at all. It’s early, I haven’t even showered yet. Can we continue this downstairs in an hour?”
When Lilith’s eyes narrow on her, Beatrice can't help but imagine her with sharp ears and a collar.
Doberman.
Interesting.
“Alright,” she says, chin held up. “That’s a very cute sock you have on your bathroom floor.”
Beatrice’s head whips around and sees a lone sock on the floor, covered in little yellow ducks.
Shit.
Before she can defend herself, or make up some story about how comfortable and soft Ava’s pair looked that she immediately raced out and bought her own, Lilith is already gone.
When the door shuts behind her, Beatrice takes a deep breath and exhales.
Only to then hear a very distinct vibration coming from the closet.
Three long strides and she rips the closet door open to find Ava, now in only a t-shirt and panties, fumbling with Beatrice’s vibrator. “Ava!”
“I’m sorry!” She’s on the edge of bursting out laughing. “How the fuck do I turn this off?!”
Beatrice reaches out, grabbing it and tapping the button on the bottom once. When it stops, she refocuses her glare on Ava who is grinning from ear to ear.
“Don’t.” Beatrice points a finger at her and Ava puts her hands up in surrender. “You really should go.” She softens her voice, not wanting Ava to take it all too personally. This morning has just been…a lot.
Thankfully, Ava nods. “You’re probably right. I can crash at home for a bit before my shift.” She steps out of the closet, moving as she does to climb into her pants.
Beatrice discards her…device onto the bed before moving to the bathroom to pick up Ava’s sock.
When she brings it back to her, Ava is almost fully dressed.
Holding up the sock, Ava grabs both it and Bea’s hand, then pulls her in for a kiss.
It’s intense, as all of their kisses have been. Deep and passionate, if it had lasted a single second longer, Beatrice would be pulling Ava onto the bed.
Instead, Ava steps back, lips bruised red and sock in hand.
She slips it on before moving to grab her shoes that were too close to the door for Lilith to see.
Maybe.
Beatrice has no idea at this point. “So I’ll see you at the hospital?”
“Perhaps, Lilith and I will be upstairs going over everything today. Talking with our people back at the office and figuring out our gameplan.”
Ava nods, propping her leg up on a chair by the table looking out the window to tie her shoes. “Okay, well my shift ends at six if you want to grab a bite?”
“Another five star establishment?”
“Could be,” Ava shrugs. “Do you like Chinese food?”
Beatrice nods. “I do, you’re not thinking of Panda Express I hope.”
The smile Ava gives her is incredibly charming. “No, c’mon Bea. I’m a doctor. I won’t take you to a drive thru - unless that’s your thing.”
“Do I ever get to buy you dinner?”
With her shoes on properly, Ava steps up next to Beatrice. With her fully dressed and Beatrice in her robe, the power balance feels like it shifts a little.
Beatrice catches herself melting just a little when Ava grabs the tie of her robe and pulls their bodies together. “Didn’t know you wanted to.”
Try as she might, Beatrice can't keep the breath she takes from coming out a little shaky. “It’s only fair.”
Ava kisses her cheek. “Next time is on you then.”
Shortly after, Ava leaves and Beatrice watches her go, standing in her robe as Dr. Ava Silva strolls out of her door and turns right. “It’s the other way!” Beatrice calls out and the door closes just in time for Ava to turn, shouting a ‘thanks!’ before it clicks shut.
Charming.
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Leaning back, Beatrice cracks her neck and takes a breath deep into her lungs. It’s not proper breathing technique, but sometimes she just needs to feel the tension.
It’s been a long morning, painfully so and as they inch closer to noon there is still so much paperwork to go through.
What makes it even worse is that Lilith has not said a single word about this morning.
Not that that means she hasn’t spent the entirety of the day complaining, but it’s only been about work.
“There are discrepancies here.” Lilith says, holding stacks of papers in both hands. She sets one down, clicking on her laptop for a second before scanning the papers again. “Extended hospital stays with billing information that doesn’t match.”
Beatrice shrugs, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt. “Perhaps it’s just an accounting issue. Their accountant seems a bit-”
“Incompetent?”
“I was going to stay strung out, but…” well she’s not entirely wrong. “If you think it’s a genuine issue, you should go speak to him.”
She watches Lilith’s face curl up in disgust. “We really should have Mary come down - she’s better at people than we are.”
“I’m fine with people, you just refuse to make inroads.”
That is entirely the wrong thing to say because Lilith’s gaze trickles over to her. “Yes, I know well enough what kinds of inroads you’ve made.”
“Took you long enough.”
Lilith rolls her eyes. “Forgive me if I actually want to get some work done today and not discuss your tryst with the benevolent Dr. Silva.”
“It’s nothing,” Beatrice says, because shutting down will forever be her defense mechanism. “It certainly hasn’t gotten in the way of our job - despite what you may want to believe.”
“I don’t think that,” Lilith sets her papers down and even goes as far as to close her laptop. “I just think you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.”
They are fast reaching Beatrice’s quota of handling Lilith’s judgment. “I’m not setting myself up for anything. I’m also not discussing this with you.”
“Fine,” Lilith stands up then, grabbing a few papers. “I’m going to take these to the accounting department, then break for lunch.”
It’s never ceased to amaze her how Lilith can poke just enough to be irritating and then act as if nothing’s happened.
Still, Beatrice is thankful for the reprieve. “Alright. I want to go over the insurance numbers when we come back.
The only response she gets is an over the shoulder wave as Lilith leaves.
Beatrice sighs, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her shirt before twisting her stiff neck once more. She really does need to be out of this room for a bit.
So she makes her way downstairs, not entirely sure where she’s going. She knows there’s a few places nearby - a little cafe where she could grab a sandwich.
Before she can make any type of decision however, she spots Ava lingering outside.
She’s alone, sitting on the edge of a decorative fountain, the cement patterned to look like flowers blooming along the side.
Ava’s jacket is off, resting at her side as she looks off at seemingly nothing. Her hair is tied up behind her head in a ponytail, strands hanging loose across her face.
It makes her look surprisingly young.
The rational part of Beatrice’s mind tells her to leave her alone - it’s not her responsibility to make sure a grown woman, a doctor, is okay - but her feet have other ideas.
Before she can even process it fully, she’s moving closer to her. “Ava?” She calls out and Ava doesn’t jump, just flicks her eyes over and smiles.
“Hey, Bea. Wasn't sure Superion would let you out of your cage today.”
Beatrice frowns. “Dr. Superion has no dictation over how much we work.”
“Don’t tell her that, she’s convinced she has dictation over anyone who steps in her hospital.” There’s the same playfulness in Ava’s voice, it feels almost like a default setting - but there’s something else.
Something softer. “Are you alright?”
Ava’s smile falters just a little. “Fine, I’m…” she sighs, then laughs gently. “One of my favorite patients came in today, which is the last place I ever want to see him.”
“Oh,” Beatrice feels kind of silly for being surprised that it actually is something real and heavy. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Thanks,” Ava nods and starts tapping an earpiece on her stethoscope to the diaphragm. “His parents bring him here even though it’s further away, he and I are bonded by our love of baseball and cookie dough ice cream.”
That’s not the only reason, Beatrice thinks, they bring him to her because she’s good at what she does. “Is he alright?”
Ava nods. “For now, yeah.” She doesn’t elaborate, which makes sense with confidentiality and all. “You busy?”
Beatrice frowns. “I’m taking lunch.”
“Okay, so you have some time?”
“I suppose.”
Ava pops up off the edge of the fountain, hooking her stethoscope over her neck before flinging her coat on. “Okay, come with me.”
She starts back towards the hospital. It was the exact building she wanted to escape for an hour, but alas she finds herself following Ava back inside without question.
As if true to her reputation, Ava is stopped three separate times on the way to wherever they're going, because nurses and another doctor need her consultation.
Ava is good, that much is clear. She lifts a particular x-ray up and examines it under the fluorescent light above her for about twenty seconds before pointing something out that one of the residents missed.
“How did I not see it?” The resident is clearly upset with himself.
“It’s not always easy, ribs are tricky and no two sets are the same - you have to look for slits, cracks - plus you said their breathing was okay, so it’s hairline. That explains the pain when they're lying down. It’s the pressure.”
She’s so calm about it, understanding that learning is a forever changing experience. When she hands the intern back his x-ray, he’s clearly relieved. “Thanks, Dr. Silva.”
“Ava, please, I’m still pretending I’m twenty-nine for at least two more months.”
This makes the resident laugh (and Beatrice’s mouth twitches upward as well).
Eventually, they manage to get through the ER and to a much quieter part of the first floor that Beatrice didn’t know existed.
There are a few doors here and there with names on them, then one on the far right wall where Ava stops.
Dr. Ava Silva
Emergency
“Having your name on a door is hot girl shit, right?” Ava says and Beatrice laughs.
“It’s certainly something.”
Ava opens it and steps inside, Beatrice a few steps behind.
When Beatrice passes by Ava, taking in her office (which is surprisingly tidy despite the ball of clothes crumpled together on a chair pushed up against a wall), she hears the door lock and turns around just in time to see Ava pressing into her.
The kiss is like their others, intense and needy. Beatrice hesitates for only a second before her hands find their way up Ava’s back, clutching onto her coat.
Their lips mingle and slide against each other, then Beatrice’s mouth opens to take a breath and Ava’s tongue finds its way inside. She gasps at the contact, tasting coffee on Ava’s tongue as a moan passes between them.
It’s jarring enough to lodge something in Beatrice’s brain. “Wait,” she pushes back, not harshly, but enough to create distance. “I can't do this.”
“Okay,” Ava says, but she’s still holding onto Beatrice’s arms. “Because of your rules or because you’re not into it?”
“I-” Beatrice falters, her brows furrowing. “My rules?”
Ava shrugs. “You seem the type to have a lot of like…personal conduct rules.”
Beatrice really should be offended. Even if it is true and a bit terrifying how good Ava reads her sometimes. “We’re at the hospital, Ava. I shouldn’t have to tell you how inappropriate this is.”
“Hmm,” Ava’s hand travels up Beatrice’s arm, tracing over her bicep and then rolling up her shoulder. “I think you’re thinking too much, we’re not mindless teenagers, Bea. We have forty minutes before my break ends, we both have jobs where it’s probably best to shut our minds off and create some distance. A lot of tension too, right,” Ava squeezes gently along the juncture between Beatrice’s neck and shoulder. “We can fuck, right here, and spend the rest of our shifts feeling all…fuzzy.”
When Ava’s thumb traces up her neck, Beatrice can only focus on Ava’s lips. The softness of them, how they're glistening a bit from the kiss.
The way her tongue pokes up and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
Dangerous, that’s what Ava Silva is.
“We don’t have a lot of time.” Beatrice is the one who says it, surprising herself almost as much as Ava.
Fortunately, Ava recovers faster than she does. “Don’t worry, I have an idea.”
From there, Ava practically prances around her desk, shedding her lab coat and tossing it over the back of the chair before she kneels down and starts digging through a drawer.
A moment later, she pulls something out and holds it up with wiggly eyebrows.
“You have that here?!” Beatrice’s voice is too loud, but it only makes Ava laugh.
“Not intentionally! It caught my eye one day in a shop and I bought it, then I got an urgent page to come to the ER and just kind of…threw it in here,” she is literally swinging around the pink strap on as she speaks, because she cannot talk without her hands. “It did come in handy when a really bitchy pharma agent came by trying to sell us all on the magic of modern medicine.”
Beatrice’s eyes go wide. “You slept with her?”
“I thought it might chill her out! It didn’t, by the way.” Beatrice cannot tell if she is offended or impressed that Ava has very clearly used this item before today in this very building - probably in this very office. "If you're worried about where it's been, I promise it's been properly cleaned." She’s leaning towards being offended until Ava reaches up and touches the pink dildo and runs her finger along the bottom. “Clock’s ticking, Bea.”
Ava traces her finger over the top of it, eyes never leaving Beatrice who feels her thighs squeezing together involuntarily.
“Ava,” she says her name because it’s all she can think, because she’s losing this fight and she knows it.
As if she can sense it, Ava starts wrapping the harness around her hips, pulling her pants down and leaving her panties on underneath of it. “I had a feeling, you showing with your sleeves rolled up and those top buttons undone, so dirty, Bea.”
The sight of Ava wearing the strap, plus her words, sends a wave of warmth between her legs.
This is not good. This is so very not good, but she can't stop.
Beatrice moves around the desk, finding Ava’s mouth again and kissing her - making her whine in surprise for a moment before she’s kissing back.
There’s only so much she can take, feeling the toy pressing against her stomach, before Beatrice turns around and starts unbuttoning her black slacks.
She pushes them down, along with her underwear and feels a hand press into her back.
Bending forward, Beatrice’s elbows find purchase on the desk, she is staring right at Ava’s office door. It has a frosted glass door, she can't make out anything in particular, but she can see movement outside.
Some whisper in the back of her mind is screaming, desperately trying to tell her that she does have rules and she is breaking every single one of them, but all the noise evaporates when the dildo runs up along her cunt.
“Oh,” Beatrice shudders, elbow slipping just a bit.
“Easy, Bea. Don’t forget to breathe.”
She has, in fact, forgotten and takes a few steadying ones to settle down the dizziness.
A heartbeat later, she feels the toy sliding through her and gasps at the fullness. “Ava, Av-” she can't concentrate, only feels and when a pair of firm, strong hands grab her hips underneath her button down and hold her steady, Beatrice stops worrying.
Ava sets a steady pace, pumping into her slowly, deeply, her nails raking across Beatrice’s lower back and all the way down to squeeze her ass. It’s dirty, it’s deviant and it’s amazing.
The next time she looks up and sees the shape of someone passing by the office door, Beatrice feels the anxiety it might bring shift into something else, something good.
Nobody else knows, nobody in this place knows that Ava is currently driving into her again and again. Nobody knows how much she loves it. How good it feels, god it feels so good. She wants to moan, to cry out and let Ava know she feels good.
Instead, she settles for a breathy little whimper, fingers gripping onto the edge of the desk as she feels her orgasm fast approaching.
Ava must sense it too because she starts to pick up the pace, rocking back and forth, the sounds of what little bare skin they both have exposed slapping together filling the office obscenely.
“Close, I’m close. Ava…”
When Ava’s hand reaches up and tangles into the bun her hair is tied into, tugging her backward and forcing her back to bend, Beatrice comes. She lets out the starts of a moan but her mouth is quickly covered by Ava’s hand.
Her lower body trembles, knees barely holding up and she’s not sure she would even be upright if not for the desk beneath her.
“Okay,” Beatrice manages to say, mumbling through Ava’s hand.
Ava lets her go, allowing Beatrice to slump forward and just catch herself befores he smashes her face into Ava’s massively round coffee cup.
As she feels Ava pull out of her, she whines a little without meaning to.
“Shit, Bea.” Ava sounds out of breath, which isn’t surprising given how hard she just worked. “You’re…you make some really fucking hot noises when you come.”
Beatrice, despite herself, laughs and turns around. Her legs are still a little wobbly, but Ava is holding onto her.
She leans forward and kisses her, a thank you. “You were very good.”
Ava beams. “I’m glad to hear it.” A few quiet moments pass before Ava unhooks the strap and Beatrice starts pulling up her pants - she’ll have to stop by the bathroom to clean up before she steps anywhere near Lilith again. “Are you actually hungry? The cafeteria here makes excellent sandwiches, I can grab us a couple.”
She is hungry, and also not entirely sure her legs are sturdy enough to carry her all the way upstairs. “Alright,” she says, watching Ava grin as she pulls her own pants back up.
“Great! Turkey and avocado okay?”
“Yes,” Beatrice is slowly starting to wrap her mind around how absurd the last twenty minutes just were.
“Alright,” Ava grabs a few sanitizer wipes, and cleans off the strap as Beatrice looks away after seeing how messy it is, and hears Ava put it back in the drawer. “I’ll wash my hands first, don’t worry. Use the sanitizer wipes if you don’t want to leave.”
Beatrice can only nod before Ava is out the door and it closes behind her.
What the fuck just happened?