by Ruby Scott
Izzy’s head pushed against the pillow, her mouth opening wider, releasing a
deeper, more guttural moan. I don’t want this to end.
Picking up pace, and responding to Izzy’s request for her to be harder,
Cara became lost in the rhythm the two had naturally melted into. Hard and
relentless, Cara gave everything she had. Izzy’s legs were clamped around
her waist pulling her in, her hands tightly grasping the sheets pulling them
up and off the bed. She could feel a small bead of sweat tickle as it ran
down her forehead. As Izzy screamed, arching her back and tightening her
thighs harder still, Cara kept the pace, entranced with the look of almost
pain that threw Izzy’s mouth wide and eyes tightly shut. As the shudders
from the orgasm beneath her mixed with her own arousal and the strap
rubbing against her clit, she allowed herself the smallest of releases.
“Out, out!” Izzy’s hands were shaking as they motioned Cara to pull
away.
Cara gently eased herself out and fell back against the sheets alongside
Izzy, panting to catch her breath.
When Izzy finally spoke, her voice was still a little shaky. “Jesus.
That was amazing.”
Cara grinned. “Glad to hear that. Don’t tell me you’re tired now
though?” Cara’s question was answered as she felt Izzy’s hand on the strap-
on, moving it up and down slowly and with it, the straps that held so tightly
against Cara’s clit.
“Turn over. I want you on all fours now.”
Izzy did exactly as she was told, holding her ass high in the air. How the
fuck did I get so lucky? Was all Cara could think as she looked at Izzy’s
firm ass and glistening readiness. Entering harder and deeper than before,
she rode her hard, pushing Izzy’s head down into the bed. As her own
excitement built, she watched as Izzy threw back her head, tensing her body
and letting out a primal groan. She felt Izzy’s orgasm in a shudder and a
gush. As a trickle ran down the top of her thigh, all she could do was moan
in delight.
Afterwards, they lay together, hot and sweaty. Izzy lowered her hand,
sliding it down the straps to where they split. Her fingers rubbed gently
against Cara’s swollen clit.
“Ah, no you don’t.” Cara’s hand swatted away the hand which was
teasing her. “Tonight was all about you.”
As Izzy’s lips fell onto hers, she accepted the kiss.
“Are you sure?”
Cara nodded once. “Absolutely. You can make it up to be another
time.” The words slipped from her lips without a second thought. It wasn’t
until a beat after she had spoken them that she realized what she had done.
She had made the promise of another time between the two of them. She
could easily go back on her word, call it a slip of the tongue… but that’s not
what she wanted.
She may have not been ready for a relationship, but she was ready for
whatever this thing with Izzy was. She just wanted to keep seeing her. She
wanted to keep hearing her make those noises.
SEVEN
“She said I could make it up to her another time.” The next morning Izzy
had gotten to work early, after waking up in Cara’s bed. She was grabbing
some coffee with Jack before her shift, and he was getting some of the
previous night's highlights. Izzy, as she often tended to do, was replaying
the words Cara had said over and over again in her head. She needed help
to decipher them, and Jack knew Cara better than she did.
Jack shrugged, bringing his coffee cup to his lips. He took a sip,
wincing as it initially burnt, but he drank more anyway. “It means there’s
going to be a next time. Also, for the record, I just want to say I was right. I
knew you two were going to sleep together again.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Izzy rolled her eyes, blowing over the lid of her coffee
cup with the hope of cooling it. “But… what does that mean?”
“Does it have to mean anything? It means she likes you; she likes the
sex, and she wants to do it again. Don’t think so much into it, Izzy.”
She sighed in response. Didn’t Jack know that was just who she was?
“Should I tell her that I don’t want anything serious?”
“Did she ask you to move in or make any type of commitment?”
“No?”
“Then I don’t think you need to tell her you don’t want a relationship.
I think she just wants to keep things casual between the two of you… so
why not? Finding a consistently good lay who’s willing to work around our
schedule isn’t easy. Cara might be the best option for you.”
Izzy sighed, “I guess you’re right. I’m probably overthinking it.”
“And then I said, ‘you can make it up to me another time’.” Cara sighed,
burying her face in her hands. In the passenger’s seat next to her, Terri was
absolutely dying. She was laughing so hard that she was wheezing, arms
clutching her sides. “It’s not that funny!”
“Oh. It absolutely is. You’re telling her she can get you off later
equates to you asking her on a date. It just means you two can have sex for
the third time. Why are you freaking out so much?” Terri asked between
giggles.
Cara sighed. “Because I want to keep it casual. I don’t want to turn
this into something it’s not, and I don’t want to lead her on. I’d feel like a
complete ass.”
“I don’t think you’re leading her on. It just means you like her, and
you want to have sex with her again. Is that such a bad thing?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Exactly. You’ll be fine. I swear. I’m sure Izzy didn’t even notice
what words you did or didn’t use.”
“Yeah… you’re probably right.”
As the days passed, Izzy and Cara began to run into each other more
frequently. Each time, there was some very obvious flirting between the two
and no mention of what Cara had said. Both decided not to bring it up
unless the other one did.
Most of the moments between the two of them were in passing in the
hallway. Sometimes words weren’t even exchanged. Cara would wink at
her, and Izzy would melt in return.
Then, one day, Izzy realized that she hadn’t seen Cara that day
despite knowing she worked. It felt weird that she had slowly begun to
memorize her schedule. She knew which days she was likely to run into her
at the hospital, and she secretly looked forward to those days more than she
would ever admit to.
Testing her luck, even at the risk of coming off as a crazed stalker,
Izzy entered the EMS break room a little after lunch. Standing there with a
sandwich in her hand was Cara and another woman next to her. She was
older but wore the same pale grey uniform as Cara did. They both turned to
see Izzy, and a smile immediately spread over Cara’s face. “Izzy! Hey!”
Then she paused. “What are you doing here?”
Izzy panicked. For some reason ‘looking for you’ didn’t seem like a
good enough answer. It just felt creepy. So instead, she settled on a lie. “I
was… um… wanting to pinch a bottle of water. You guys always have the
best stuff.”<
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The eyebrows on the older woman next to Cara were raised, but Cara
herself appeared to buy what Izzy was saying. If she thought it was a lie,
she didn’t call her out on it. “Oh, right? Well… I know I shouldn’t, I was
just passing, and I didn’t have change for the vending machine. I’ll replace
it later.”
“Yeah, you should do that.”
Before she could turn around, the unknown woman cleared her
throat. “Right!” Cara said. “Izzy, this is my partner, Terri.”
Izzy reached her hand out. “It’s nice to meet you, Terri.”
Taking Izzy’s hand, Terri grinned. “It’s nice to meet you too, Izzy.
Cara has told me so much about you.” That single comment had Izzy’s
cheeks flushing pink. “Well,” Terri said, completely glancing over her
previous comment. “I’m gonna head back to the truck. Cara, you should
probably hurry, so dispatch doesn’t think we’re slacking and make sure
Chrissie doesn’t catch you.” Nodding to Izzy with a huge smirk, “I’ll see
you around.” And she disappeared through the door, leaving the two of
them on their own.
There were only a few feet between Cara and Izzy, both of them
standing there, unsure of what to say. Finally, Cara spoke up and broke the
silence. “You didn’t need to steal a bottle of water, did you?” There was a
knowing smirk on her lips that made the blush on Izzy’s cheeks darken.
“I did!” Izzy tried to object before her eyes turned downcast. “I did,
however… kind of want to see you.” She spoke so quickly, in hopes to just
gloss over it, that the last six words jumbled together.
Cara laughed. “I wanted to see you too. I just didn’t have an excuse to
make it to the cardio wing, and I didn’t see you around the ER. I was
wondering… do you wanna go out tonight? We could get dinner or some
drinks or something. Totally not as a date, but just as a… thing.”
Not a date. Why did those words make Izzy’s stomach drop? Was it
because she wanted a date with Cara? Still, she tried to play it just as cool
as Cara was. “Yeah, we could do dinner tonight. That’d be nice.”
“Cool. I’ll see you at seven?” Cara asked, getting a nod in response.
She stuffed a bag of chips to eat later in one of her pockets. As she was
passing Izzy, she added in a low voice, “Pack a bag? You’ll probably end up
staying the night.”
Of course, Izzy ended up staying the night. She began staying the night at
Cara’s place more and more often. Cara’s place was cozy and just a bit
closer to the hospital. It also didn’t make Izzy feel like the walls were
closing in on her. Her apartment was beginning to feel like a gift for giving
up her free will.
The strangest part was… sex didn’t always happen. Sometimes they
would just pig out on takeout and vent about their days. They were
becoming more and more comfortable in the company of each other.
Like now, they were both in their PJ’s sitting cross-legged on Cara’s
patchwork couch. In their laps were Styrofoam trays from the Chinese place
down the street. “So then,” Cara said, continuing her story. “Terri realized
that the woman did have use of the right side of her body. She was just so
damn high that she didn’t realize it. So, she felt awful because she was so
patronizing in the beginning. I mean, granted the nurse gave us the wrong
information, but still. It was awful.”
Izzy laughed, holding tightly to her tray of food as her body shook,
doing her best not to spill it on the floor. “God, that still sounds so much
better than my day. Sara paired me with her again. It’s like the fifth shift in
a row that I’m shadowing her. People are beginning to talk, they’re saying
I’m her favorite, like I’m the teacher’s pet or something.”
“Wait. Wasn’t she a complete bitch to you only a few weeks ago? I
wonder what changed.”
“I don’t know, but it’s starting to get a little weird. I kind of wish she
went back to yelling at me again.” Izzy sighed. It was beginning to get
weird how often she was made to work with Sara. There were so many
other talented surgeons at City General that she could learn from. Why was
she paired continuously with the chief? Maybe this was her punishment.
Maybe Sara didn’t trust her after Thomas’s death and wanted to keep an eye
on everything she did.
“I wouldn’t think too much into it,” Cara said, shrugging a shoulder.
“I’m sure it’s nothing. She probably just sees the most potential in you.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Izzy was five minutes late the next morning. More panic arose in her
each second that she was late. Both she and Cara had overslept, ignoring
their alarms. They’d both just been busy at work the past few days and
staying up late with each other. It was exhausting.
A minute after she had changed, Izzy was out of the locker room and
trying to blend in with the other residents, Sara seemed to notice. “Frost!”
She shouted over the crowd of residents trying to peek at the board and see
who’s service they were on that day. “You’re not with Connelly today;
you’re with me. Hanson, you take Frost’s shift with Connelly.”
Izzy sighed. Once again, she was stuck with Sara. The crowd began
to dismantle and head towards where their attending would be, leaving Izzy
with the chief. The older woman looked at her; annoyance etched on her
face. “This is the second time you’ve been late this week, Frost.” Before
Izzy could open her mouth and apologize or offer an excuse, Sara
continued. “I don’t care what my residents do in their personal lives, but I
can’t have them being late. If something’s distracting you, you should
probably get rid of it.”
That wasn’t going to happen. Izzy dipped her head and apologized. “I
realize that. I’m sorry for my tardiness. It won’t happen again.”
“I really hope not, Izzy. You’re bright and talented; I don’t want to
see your potential go to waste over that girl you’re messing around with.”
How… how did Sara know about Cara? It wasn’t like they made whatever
their relationship was obvious. Had she heard her talking to Jack? Or had
someone told her about Izzy sneaking off to the EMS room to see her? Izzy
didn’t know what to say and just like before, Sara glossed over it. “Anyway,
since we’ve been working together so much lately… you can call me Sara
when we’re alone. Call me chief when others are around. I don’t want
people to think you’re getting special treatment.”
So Izzy was getting special treatment… but why?
EIGHT
Izzy was exhausted. Sara had run her ragged that day. Nothing was enough
for the chief. But when Cara asked her to come over that night, she was
unable to convince herself to say ‘no’. She wanted to spend time with her.
Cara picked something up for them to eat on her way home, and they
unwound from their day together, eating a decent dinner that wasn’t
Chinese food and drinking a bottle of wine.
It wasn’t long after dinner when things started to get hot and he
avy
between the two of them. Cara’s hand slid up Izzy’s thigh, moving to her
inner thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. Izzy wasn’t able to resist (not like
she would ever want to). Cara took her hand and led her to the bedroom.
She pushed Izzy back onto the bed, crawling on top of her. Their lips met,
the kiss between them deepening rather quickly. Izzy was into it. She leaned
into the kiss, got her fingers all tangled in Cara’s short hair.
When the kiss broke, Cara cursed. “Sorry,” She mumbled. “I just
remember I don’t have a clean uniform for tomorrow. Do you think it’d be
okay if I ran down and put one in the wash? I know, I know, totally
unsexy.”
Izzy laughed. She had thought she had messed something up, or Cara
remembered she had a real date waiting for her. But no, she was just upset
over laundry. She gave her shoulders a shove. “Yeah. That’s fine. Just hurry
up, I’ll be waiting on you. I may even start the show without you.”
Cara raised her eyebrows. “Oh? I’m definitely into that.” She gave
Izzy another quick kiss. “I’ll be right back, I swear.”
Izzy watched as Cara gathered her uniform from the floor and ran
from the room. The front door slammed behind her as she left the
apartment. Izzy laughed once more to herself and decided to just let her
eyes rest while she waited for Cara.
Cara returned less than ten minutes later. She entered the bedroom,
fully expecting to be receiving a nice little show from Izzy. Instead, she was
curled up in the center of the bed, faintly snoring. She couldn’t help but
smile, shaking her head.
It would be easy to get upset or be annoyed, but why would she be?
Izzy was exhausted. She didn’t want to do anything unless she was
completely into it too. She approached the bed, trying to be as careful as
possible so she wouldn’t disturb the sleeping Izzy. She moved Izzy’s body
so she could pull the blankets over and tuck her in.
After changing into her PJ’s, Cara crawled into bed next to her. She
laid there for a minute, observing how peaceful Izzy looked. That’s when
she realized, as much as she wanted to deny it, she was falling for Izzy. This
was the last thing she wanted, but here she was.
There was no way around it either.