Sweet Surrender
I catch a glimpse of her just as the elevator doors are beginning to close. Quickening my step I manage to stick my arm in just before they close shut. Flashing my brightest grin, I’m thrilled to see that she’s alone in the lift. With that lip purse that I’ve come to know so well, her gaze rises to watch the floor numbers light up above our heads.
“I found this really interesting note in my dresser drawer this morning.”
She stays expressionless, watching the floors slowly slide my. “Oh, really.”
“Yes, really. Don’t you even want to know if I read it?”
Erica turns to me with a slightly perturbed narrowing of her eyes. “You just said it was interesting, Sloan. Obviously you read it.”
“Touché.” I smirk and take a step closer to her. She doesn’t get to me like she used to. “Maybe you’d like to see if I read the note.” She holds her ground as I move closer. I lower my voice and slide my right hand over the small of her back. “The sixth floor on call rooms are always quiet.”
With a shake of her head she gently presses her elbow into my chest, nudging me back. “Really? Didn’t you hear? Overnight trauma push. Every on call room in this hospital is packed with sleepy residents and interns.”
The elevator dings as reach her floor and the doors slide open. “Callie.” She smiles broadly and steps out into the hallway.
“Erica, hey. I’ll see you at lunch?”
“Yeah.”
Callie smirks and boards the elevator, chuckling when she looks at the panel and see there are no other floors selected. “Mark, you are pathetic.”
I would disagree, but for once Callie might be right. Shifting uncomfortably, I clear my throat. “So what’s up with you and Erica…all buddy-buddy?” The brunette shrugs, “I like her. And she doesn’t like you, so that give us lots to talk about.”
I honestly don’t care for once if the hospital and its gossip are out of my personal life. I can tolerate that everyone thinks Erica and I are nothing more but driven, ambitious, combative colleagues. Callie’s just trying to get my goat and I have to fight every time to resist the challenge. “She does like me - wait…you two talk about me?”
Callie laughs to herself and steps off the elevator as it comes to a halt. I follow after her. “Come on. What does she say? What has she told you?”
Callie scoffs and scoops up her charts off the nurses’ station. “I’m not going to tell you Mark, she’s my friend.”
“She’s my - “ I swallow hard at the reflexive answer. Dare it be spoken aloud? I know even as a slip of the tongue, Callie will be certain to report back to Erica. Hell, she may even tell her I’ve been poking around for information, as it is. “I’m your friend too, Callie.”
“And as your friend, I won’t breathe a word of this conversation. Respect that I do the same for her.”
She’s got me there. “Fine.” She raises her right eyebrow and turns to walk down the hallway. “But, Torres…” She turns and hitches the charts up onto her hip. “If you could tell her less…well…I’d appreciate it.”
Callie laughs at me and turns her back, calling at me over her shoulder. “Mark, you got it bad. And I’m not an idiot.”
***
As I exit a patient’s room and turn to walk down the hallway, O’Malley runs smack into me. The metal chart drops to the floor clanking loudly on the tiles. “Oh, I’m…I’m sorry, Dr. Sloan.”
I shake my head and bend down to pick up the chart. “Here, let me - “ Our heads crash together and I rise up, with my palm rubbing the tender spot on my forehead. I can’t keep the venom out of my voice. “O’Malley, go!”
“Yes, sir…Sorry, sir.” He scurries off, down the hallway. Once again I bend down to snatch the chart off the floor. At just that exact moment I feel the tip of a pen trace a line across my ass and a throaty voice, low enough so that no one else can hear. “Careful, Sloan. Your panty lines are showing.”
Straightening back up, the chart gripped in my white-knuckled fist, she continues on as if she never spoke. She doesn’t look back, her step doesn’t falter, she doesn’t hesitate for a second. It takes every ounce of will within me to not jog after her, pull her into the nearest on call room, and give whatever interns are there the show of their lives.
Cursing under my breath I follow behind her, breathing in the soft, subtle, arousing fragrance of her perfume. Again I shift uncomfortably. I don’t know how women deal with this all day.
***
I’ve stripped her bare, pressed my lips to her naked shoulder, as her body sways against me. A leg lifts to wrap around my calf. I pull her thigh higher around my waist and support her leg, feeling her heel dig into the back of my thigh. Kissing her hard, my other arm wraps around her waist and I lift her inches off the floor, walking her backwards to the bed. Leaning over and laying her carefully down, I trail my lips over her chin. Her head arches back, baring the long column of her throat to my attention. I suck along her neck, feeling her body rise in response.
Suddenly her palms are on my shoulders, forcefully pushing me away. I rise up, my arms braced on the bed, at her sides. “Strip.” Her eyes are deep, dark pools. Dilated pupils that pull a reaction from my gut.
Pushing up from the bed, I raise my arms behind my head, and pull the shirt over my head and down my arms. Loosening the belt on my pants, I slide my hands inside the waist, intent on tearing them down my legs and getting back to the beauty laid out before me.
She leans up onto her elbows, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. “Slow down.”
I understand what she wants now and remove my thumbs from the underwear. Sliding the pants down my legs I step out of them and toss them to the side. Unsure of what exactly she wants I take a step back towards her, but her hand quickly rises and her voice is low and gravely. “Stop.”
Halting, I bring my hands to rest on my hips. Briefer than any brief I’ve ever worn, these things have had trouble containing me all day whenever she’s around. There’s a glint in her eyes that I haven’t seen before. She lifts her finger and twirls it, indicating for me to follow the motion. Dropping my hands and holding them perpendicular, I turn in a slow circle for her.
It’s not the first time she’s ever looked at me, but it’s the first time I’ve been so conscious of it. So conscious of the effect she has on me, the effect that hopefully I have also have on her in some small way. I stop when I face her and she crooks that same finger, beckoning me.
I take the few steps toward the bed and hook my thumbs into the black lace undergarment. “Mark, leave them.” I fall onto her on the bed and groan as my lips return to her neck. She whispers, her voice breathless with desire, “You like my panties?”
I groan against her skin, only now grasping that this lace has touched her skin, has ridden beneath her scrub pants, has caressed her all day. She chuckles and lowers her hands to rub over my ass. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I bite gently at the side of her neck, her short nails scraping over the lace pulled tight against my skin. “Erica.” Her name falls as a moan from my lips. I move between her thighs, grinding my pelvis against her, a thin barrier between us that allows me to feel the heat of her core, the moisture that soaks the front of the lace. It constricts and binds me, and makes me think even more of the freedom I find between her legs.
Leaning up onto my hands, I thrust my hips against her, essentially dry humping her very wet sex. She moves beneath me, rolling her hips up to meet me, wrapping a leg around my hip. I bite my lip, pressing into her hard, my eyes raking down across her torso. Her nipples are hard tumescent peaks, begging a touch.
Resting my weight on my left arm, I move my palm over her, lightly brushing that left nipple with the warmth of my hand. She reacts by tugging at my waist and wrapping her other leg around me. I roll my fingers around that pebbled bud, pulling soft sighs from her lips. Leaning down I capture those rosy lips, my tongue teasing her open, and swiping just inside her mouth. The tip of my tongue darts shallowly into her mouth again and again, as she gasps beneath me. Teasing her further, I roll my hips between her, driving her hips higher, her wet sex pressed against me and opening up to me.
Lowering the front of the black lace panties I release the desire that burns hot for her every hour of the of the day. Pressing forward she moans low and rolls her head to the side biting down on her lower lip. Her thighs, her calves, brush over the lace, wrapping herself around me.
Bowing my back I lean down drawing a circle with my tongue, around an erect bud, teasing her with a wet swipe around and around before I settle my lips atop it, sucking her hard into my mouth. Her hands move up my back, clawing at the skin. Pumping deep inside her, I’m conscious of the panties on my ass, her ankles crossed tight around my hips, her nails digging into my skin.
“Erica, fuck.” It comes out low, around her nipple. The soft pliant flesh flutters between my lips, warm on my tongue, skin I could worship all day.
“Please.” She pleads for herself, but it’s a pray to my ears. I slam my hips against her, moving my free hand down to her hip, gripping her for dear life. Reluctantly releasing that hardened nipple from my mouth, I rise to my knees. Reaching down, I coax her legs from around my hips and slip her over my shoulders. Leaning over her again, I press into her gently, letting her adjust to the new angle. “Erica…baby. Open your eyes.”
She slowly blinks open, those blue irises thin rims around her dark, inky pupils. I nod at her, holding her gaze, as I slide long and deep into her. “Tell me, Erica.”
“I…I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
Her breathing is shallow and catches each time I move against her. “Tell me.”
Her mouth opens into a perfect ‘O’ of desire as the sensations course through her and into me. “Fuck me, Mark. Please…Oh, fuck me.”
Smiling I lean down to capture her lips, pounding my hips into her. Slamming again and again into her clutching sex. I can feel her tighten. It’s so close, right there in my grasp…so close. “Come on, baby. Do you have any idea what your panties did to me all day?”
She groans and digs her nails into my shoulder.
“Did you think about me all day? Fucking you like this?” I trail my lips down her jaw, nipping at the soft flesh. “Did you?”
With a ragged moan it over takes her, the sensation, the thrust, the whispers against her skin. She heaves and undulates, and writhes beneath me. The back of her thighs shuddering against my chest. Pressing into her I relinquish the moment, resist the fight, and follow her down into that abyss where her sex pulls me.
I nuzzle against her neck, enjoying her ragged breath in my ear. “You know you’re not getting these back, right?”
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“I found this really interesting note in my dresser drawer this morning.”
She stays expressionless, watching the floors slowly slide my. “Oh, really.”
“Yes, really. Don’t you even want to know if I read it?”
Erica turns to me with a slightly perturbed narrowing of her eyes. “You just said it was interesting, Sloan. Obviously you read it.”
“Touché.” I smirk and take a step closer to her. She doesn’t get to me like she used to. “Maybe you’d like to see if I read the note.” She holds her ground as I move closer. I lower my voice and slide my right hand over the small of her back. “The sixth floor on call rooms are always quiet.”
With a shake of her head she gently presses her elbow into my chest, nudging me back. “Really? Didn’t you hear? Overnight trauma push. Every on call room in this hospital is packed with sleepy residents and interns.”
The elevator dings as reach her floor and the doors slide open. “Callie.” She smiles broadly and steps out into the hallway.
“Erica, hey. I’ll see you at lunch?”
“Yeah.”
Callie smirks and boards the elevator, chuckling when she looks at the panel and see there are no other floors selected. “Mark, you are pathetic.”
I would disagree, but for once Callie might be right. Shifting uncomfortably, I clear my throat. “So what’s up with you and Erica…all buddy-buddy?” The brunette shrugs, “I like her. And she doesn’t like you, so that give us lots to talk about.”
I honestly don’t care for once if the hospital and its gossip are out of my personal life. I can tolerate that everyone thinks Erica and I are nothing more but driven, ambitious, combative colleagues. Callie’s just trying to get my goat and I have to fight every time to resist the challenge. “She does like me - wait…you two talk about me?”
Callie laughs to herself and steps off the elevator as it comes to a halt. I follow after her. “Come on. What does she say? What has she told you?”
Callie scoffs and scoops up her charts off the nurses’ station. “I’m not going to tell you Mark, she’s my friend.”
“She’s my - “ I swallow hard at the reflexive answer. Dare it be spoken aloud? I know even as a slip of the tongue, Callie will be certain to report back to Erica. Hell, she may even tell her I’ve been poking around for information, as it is. “I’m your friend too, Callie.”
“And as your friend, I won’t breathe a word of this conversation. Respect that I do the same for her.”
She’s got me there. “Fine.” She raises her right eyebrow and turns to walk down the hallway. “But, Torres…” She turns and hitches the charts up onto her hip. “If you could tell her less…well…I’d appreciate it.”
Callie laughs at me and turns her back, calling at me over her shoulder. “Mark, you got it bad. And I’m not an idiot.”
***
As I exit a patient’s room and turn to walk down the hallway, O’Malley runs smack into me. The metal chart drops to the floor clanking loudly on the tiles. “Oh, I’m…I’m sorry, Dr. Sloan.”
I shake my head and bend down to pick up the chart. “Here, let me - “ Our heads crash together and I rise up, with my palm rubbing the tender spot on my forehead. I can’t keep the venom out of my voice. “O’Malley, go!”
“Yes, sir…Sorry, sir.” He scurries off, down the hallway. Once again I bend down to snatch the chart off the floor. At just that exact moment I feel the tip of a pen trace a line across my ass and a throaty voice, low enough so that no one else can hear. “Careful, Sloan. Your panty lines are showing.”
Straightening back up, the chart gripped in my white-knuckled fist, she continues on as if she never spoke. She doesn’t look back, her step doesn’t falter, she doesn’t hesitate for a second. It takes every ounce of will within me to not jog after her, pull her into the nearest on call room, and give whatever interns are there the show of their lives.
Cursing under my breath I follow behind her, breathing in the soft, subtle, arousing fragrance of her perfume. Again I shift uncomfortably. I don’t know how women deal with this all day.
***
I’ve stripped her bare, pressed my lips to her naked shoulder, as her body sways against me. A leg lifts to wrap around my calf. I pull her thigh higher around my waist and support her leg, feeling her heel dig into the back of my thigh. Kissing her hard, my other arm wraps around her waist and I lift her inches off the floor, walking her backwards to the bed. Leaning over and laying her carefully down, I trail my lips over her chin. Her head arches back, baring the long column of her throat to my attention. I suck along her neck, feeling her body rise in response.
Suddenly her palms are on my shoulders, forcefully pushing me away. I rise up, my arms braced on the bed, at her sides. “Strip.” Her eyes are deep, dark pools. Dilated pupils that pull a reaction from my gut.
Pushing up from the bed, I raise my arms behind my head, and pull the shirt over my head and down my arms. Loosening the belt on my pants, I slide my hands inside the waist, intent on tearing them down my legs and getting back to the beauty laid out before me.
She leans up onto her elbows, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. “Slow down.”
I understand what she wants now and remove my thumbs from the underwear. Sliding the pants down my legs I step out of them and toss them to the side. Unsure of what exactly she wants I take a step back towards her, but her hand quickly rises and her voice is low and gravely. “Stop.”
Halting, I bring my hands to rest on my hips. Briefer than any brief I’ve ever worn, these things have had trouble containing me all day whenever she’s around. There’s a glint in her eyes that I haven’t seen before. She lifts her finger and twirls it, indicating for me to follow the motion. Dropping my hands and holding them perpendicular, I turn in a slow circle for her.
It’s not the first time she’s ever looked at me, but it’s the first time I’ve been so conscious of it. So conscious of the effect she has on me, the effect that hopefully I have also have on her in some small way. I stop when I face her and she crooks that same finger, beckoning me.
I take the few steps toward the bed and hook my thumbs into the black lace undergarment. “Mark, leave them.” I fall onto her on the bed and groan as my lips return to her neck. She whispers, her voice breathless with desire, “You like my panties?”
I groan against her skin, only now grasping that this lace has touched her skin, has ridden beneath her scrub pants, has caressed her all day. She chuckles and lowers her hands to rub over my ass. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I bite gently at the side of her neck, her short nails scraping over the lace pulled tight against my skin. “Erica.” Her name falls as a moan from my lips. I move between her thighs, grinding my pelvis against her, a thin barrier between us that allows me to feel the heat of her core, the moisture that soaks the front of the lace. It constricts and binds me, and makes me think even more of the freedom I find between her legs.
Leaning up onto my hands, I thrust my hips against her, essentially dry humping her very wet sex. She moves beneath me, rolling her hips up to meet me, wrapping a leg around my hip. I bite my lip, pressing into her hard, my eyes raking down across her torso. Her nipples are hard tumescent peaks, begging a touch.
Resting my weight on my left arm, I move my palm over her, lightly brushing that left nipple with the warmth of my hand. She reacts by tugging at my waist and wrapping her other leg around me. I roll my fingers around that pebbled bud, pulling soft sighs from her lips. Leaning down I capture those rosy lips, my tongue teasing her open, and swiping just inside her mouth. The tip of my tongue darts shallowly into her mouth again and again, as she gasps beneath me. Teasing her further, I roll my hips between her, driving her hips higher, her wet sex pressed against me and opening up to me.
Lowering the front of the black lace panties I release the desire that burns hot for her every hour of the of the day. Pressing forward she moans low and rolls her head to the side biting down on her lower lip. Her thighs, her calves, brush over the lace, wrapping herself around me.
Bowing my back I lean down drawing a circle with my tongue, around an erect bud, teasing her with a wet swipe around and around before I settle my lips atop it, sucking her hard into my mouth. Her hands move up my back, clawing at the skin. Pumping deep inside her, I’m conscious of the panties on my ass, her ankles crossed tight around my hips, her nails digging into my skin.
“Erica, fuck.” It comes out low, around her nipple. The soft pliant flesh flutters between my lips, warm on my tongue, skin I could worship all day.
“Please.” She pleads for herself, but it’s a pray to my ears. I slam my hips against her, moving my free hand down to her hip, gripping her for dear life. Reluctantly releasing that hardened nipple from my mouth, I rise to my knees. Reaching down, I coax her legs from around my hips and slip her over my shoulders. Leaning over her again, I press into her gently, letting her adjust to the new angle. “Erica…baby. Open your eyes.”
She slowly blinks open, those blue irises thin rims around her dark, inky pupils. I nod at her, holding her gaze, as I slide long and deep into her. “Tell me, Erica.”
“I…I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
Her breathing is shallow and catches each time I move against her. “Tell me.”
Her mouth opens into a perfect ‘O’ of desire as the sensations course through her and into me. “Fuck me, Mark. Please…Oh, fuck me.”
Smiling I lean down to capture her lips, pounding my hips into her. Slamming again and again into her clutching sex. I can feel her tighten. It’s so close, right there in my grasp…so close. “Come on, baby. Do you have any idea what your panties did to me all day?”
She groans and digs her nails into my shoulder.
“Did you think about me all day? Fucking you like this?” I trail my lips down her jaw, nipping at the soft flesh. “Did you?”
With a ragged moan it over takes her, the sensation, the thrust, the whispers against her skin. She heaves and undulates, and writhes beneath me. The back of her thighs shuddering against my chest. Pressing into her I relinquish the moment, resist the fight, and follow her down into that abyss where her sex pulls me.
I nuzzle against her neck, enjoying her ragged breath in my ear. “You know you’re not getting these back, right?”
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