Open Heart: A Medical Lesbian Romance Novel (City General: Medic 1 Series)

by Ruby Scott

  The next day, Cara ended up finding Izzy alone in one of the hospital

  hallways. Before anyone could interrupt the two of them, she grabbed her

  by the wrist and tugged her into the nearest supply closet. When the door

  shut behind them, Cara spoke. “I know, I know. A supply closet, clearly the

  most romantic spot in the hospital.” That earned a giggle from Izzy.

  “I mean, I usually think of the bathrooms in the ER as the most

  romantic, if you’re asking,” Izzy replied resulting in Cara playfully rolling

  her eyes before leaning in for a kiss. Izzy leant into the kiss, deepening it as

  she pulled Cara in closer. She just couldn’t get enough of her. The sight of

  her made her smile and her chest lighter.

  She felt Cara’s hands run under her top and everything in her body lit up

  in response. Running her own hands down Cara’s stomach and slipping

  them under the waistband of her cargo pants, she knew exactly what she

  wanted to do. Their lips touched gently, teasing each other, toying with the

  lingering anticipation of a kiss. As Cara took a breath in, tightening her

  stomach muscles Izzy took full advantage, pushing her hand down till she

  could feel Cara’s wetness.

  Grabbing her arm, Cara’s eyes widened. “Not here. We’ll get caught,

  and I’ve only got five minutes and I need to be back out at the truck.”

  “That’s do-able,” Izzy smirked as her fingers grazed Cara’s swelling

  clit.

  “No!” With widening eyes, she pulled Izzy’s hands out of her pants. “I

  just wanted to see if you wanted to do something tonight?” She realized

  then that she could have just as easily sent that in a text message… but she

  wouldn’t be able to see Izzy if she did that. There was something about

  seeing her that usually made the rest of her shift so much easier, especially

  when she was as hot as she was right now.

  Izzy pouted in mock frustration, “Yeah, I should be free. Do you want

  to go out or just stay in?” Her eyebrows raised suggestively.

  “Let’s order in. Although I have to warn you, I have a feeling I might

  not have that much energy left if your call volumes are as busy as they have

  been this morning.”

  “Yeah, staying in’s good. I’ll give you a massage and relax your

  muscles if that’s the case. Your place again?”

  Cara nodded in response to the question. “I’ll pick you up after your

  shift. Text me if anything changes, alright?”

  “Alright,” Izzy agreed.

  Cara leaned in and pecked her cheek before turning to open the closet

  door. Before she left the closet though, her mind completely slipped. “I’ll

  see you tonight. Love you.” The last two words left her lips before she

  could even think about what she had said. Not wanting to face Izzy after

  that, she fled from the closet, panic filling her every movement.

  She left, and Izzy was in complete shock. Had Cara…. said those

  words? She couldn’t mean them, could she? It had to be a slip. It couldn’t

  have meant anything serious. That didn’t change how just two simple words

  had made Izzy’s heart sore and made her feel amazing. It wasn’t as

  awkward as she expected it to be… and that had to mean something.

  They were both silent on the ride over to Cara’s apartment that night.

  Neither woman really knew what to say. Cara was waiting for Izzy to bring

  it up so she would have the opportunity to apologize for the slip of her

  tongue. The more she thought about it, the less she believed it really was a

  slip of the tongue though.

  Cara hadn’t been aware of it until that moment, but she had fallen for

  Izzy. Everything about her was something she found endearing. After

  spending weeks together, it just happened. She had absolutely no idea how

  Izzy felt. She hadn’t texted her after the slip up and hadn’t brought it up

  when she got in the car. All Cara got was a quiet ‘hey’ and then silence.

  When she parked the car in her apartment’s parking garage, she got out

  and grabbed her bag of stuff, slinging it over her shoulder. She walked

  around the car and opened the door for Izzy to get out. Their fingers didn’t

  intertwine like they usually did. Instead, they started to walk up to her

  apartment in silence.

  That was when Cara realized she had really messed things up. Things

  were so different between the two of them now. They had a good thing, and

  her stupid brain had blown it all to hell. She felt like a fool. Still, they

  walked side by side to the elevator, the silence between them unbreaking.

  Cara opened her apartment door for Izzy and they both entered. She

  dropped her bag by the door while Izzy disappeared to the bedroom to put

  her stuff away. She had her own drawer at Cara’s place because it was

  practical. As she was spending more time at her apartment than her own,

  Cara felt it was only right that she got a drawer. That didn’t mean it was

  anything serious, though. Right?

  Izzy being out of the room made some awkwardness in Cara die down.

  “Want me to order from that Chinese place down the street?” She called to

  the other room. She heard the shower turning on before Izzy called back,

  “Yeah. That’s fine!”

  She dialed the number, ordered some food, before she sank down on her

  couch. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how inevitable

  this all was. Izzy had a drawer, Izzy made herself at home in Cara’s

  apartment (which was what Cara had wanted), she had memorized Izzy’s

  order at numerous local restaurants. Maybe this entire thing had started out

  as lust, but it evolved. Surely Izzy had to see it.

  NINE

  After a few minutes, Izzy returned from the shower. She was in a pair of

  athletic shorts and her high school football team’s t-shirt. Her dark waves

  were still dripping, soaking the grey material of her t-shirt and making it

  darker in places. She sat on the opposite side of the couch from Cara, her

  hands in her lap. There was more silence between them until Izzy finally

  broke it, “About earlier…” She started, but Cara cut her off.

  “I know. It was stupid. I don’t know where my mind was at. It just kind

  of slipped out and I’m so sorry. I don’t want to mess things up because we

  have a good thing going between the two of us, you know? I like whatever

  this is. I don’t want to pressure this into something more or…”

  “Did you mean it?”

  Cara swallowed when faced point-blank with that question. She looked

  at Izzy, trying her hardest to make eye contact. “I… I didn’t, not mean it?”

  Cara knew the best option would be to be straight up with her about it, but

  that was hard. It felt damn near impossible if she was being honest. She

  didn’t know if she was in love with Izzy, but there was something between

  the two of them. Was she really the only one who felt it?

  Izzy nodded when Cara spoke. She fiddled with her fingers, focusing

  down on her lap. “I… I…” She swallowed. Cara was on the edge of seat,

  waiting for whatever Izzy was going to say. Did she feel the same way? Did

  she want to call things between them quits? Finally, in a small voice, Izzy
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  said, “I feel the same way.”

  Her response made Cara’s heart soar. “Do you?” It was stupid to

  double question Izzy’s words. It would give her time to think it over, to

  make sure she meant them. What if she didn’t? What if she was just saying

  it to make Cara feel less stupid?

  Izzy stopped focusing on her fingers then, her eyes turning upwards

  to look at Cara. A small smile pulled its way over her lips. She nodded

  slowly, “I do.”

  Cara couldn’t stop the response she had. She smiled widely,

  immediately reaching out and grabbing Izzy’s smaller frame. She pulled her

  towards her, wrapping her arms around her. “Then… should we do

  something about it? Like be exclusive?”

  “If you want to,” Izzy smiled up at her, curling herself into Cara’s

  side.

  “Of course.”

  Izzy’s response was more than Cara could have asked for. She

  untucked herself from Cara’s side, pulling out of her grasp. She climbed

  into Cara’s lap, her arms wrapping around her neck. “They’ll leave the food

  at the door, right?” She asked, a mischievous glint in her blue-grey eyes.

  “Because I think we need to celebrate.”

  Cara moved her hands to her hips, pulling her that much closer to her.

  “Let’s hope they do.” She said, getting a good grip on Izzy. She moved her,

  laying her back on the couch. Cara crawled on top of her, leaning down to

  press her lips to Izzy’s, “Because we’re going to be too busy to come to the

  door.”

  Izzy didn’t seem to have any objections as Cara got her hands under

  Izzy’s shirt, finding her braless. She groped her breasts gently, her thumbs

  moving to her nipples, teasing them until they hardened. The groan it

  elicited from Izzy was just the beginning of the rewards she was counting

  on getting tonight.

  She moved away, getting Izzy to sit up so she could discard her t-

  shirt. At this point, they knew each other well. Cara had a good idea of what

  Izzy liked and what she disliked. She knew which buttons to push to get her

  going. There was something different about it now, though. A few simple

  words had changed everything between the two of them. Neither of them

  was complaining.

  Izzy’s shirt fell onto the living room floor as Cara lowered her back

  down, leaning in for another kiss. The kiss wasn’t one that was as lustful as

  they both expected, instead it was passionate. It spoke of feelings that were

  only beginning to bubble to the surface between the two of them. Her hands

  moved back to Izzy’s breasts, relishing the moment her thumbs brushed

  over her nipples and Izzy moaned into her mouth.

  One hand left her breast, creeping down towards Izzy’s bottoms. Cara

  rubbed her through the thin cotton fabric. Izzy’s hips left the couch, moving

  toward Cara’s hand. Cara loved making her like this, watching as she

  unfurled beneath her. It was better than any sex she could remember.

  Cara broke the kiss so she could sit back and get Izzy’s pajama pants

  off, discarding them onto the living room floor. She moved her kisses down,

  kissing a trail from Izzy’s throat down past her bellybutton until she reached

  her short trimmed hair and swollen clit. Each kiss had her shuddering

  beneath her, the anticipation building.

  She wasn’t going to tease her tonight. Tonight was one of celebration,

  not one where she was going to drive Izzy mad. She moved back a bit on

  the couch her legs hanging over the arm. Using one hand, Cara spread

  Izzy’s lips before leaning in and dragging her tongue up across her folds.

  Izzy moaned – loud. A sound that was music to Cara’s ears. She

  leaned in again, pushing her tongue deep inside, twisting in and out. It was

  driving Izzy wild. Then with one swift movement, she made her way up to

  her throbbing clit, sucking gently, allowing her teeth to graze over the top.

  The sound Izzy made was something that would forever be on repeat in

  Cara’ head. She continued repeating that same motion, producing the same

  sound from Izzy each time.

  Izzy was soaked. Cara ran her finger up and down before pushing

  inside her, curling them so they hit just the right spot. She didn’t stop what

  she was doing with her tongue, combining the two in a way that she knew

  by now would drive Izzy insane. Cara liked how well she knew her body,

  how she knew exactly what would push her over the edge.

  Izzy’s hands had threaded through Cara’s hair, holding her in place to

  continue what she was doing. Like Cara was ever going to stop. Izzy moved

  her hips toward Cara’s face, clearly on the edge. She was desperate for

  more, desperate to push herself over the edge using Cara’s tongue and

  fingers. When her thighs tried to close together and her fingers tightened

  their grip in Cara’ hair, Cara knew she was close. She amped everything up

  until Izzy was crying out her name and didn’t stop until her efforts

  produced uncontrollable shaking throughout her body. When she felt Izzy’s

  grip loosen on her hair, she watched as she practically melted into the

  cushions.

  Cara crawled back up and kissing Izzy gently. She kissed her back,

  clearly not wanting to move. They laid there for a minute, squished together

  on the couch until Izzy sat up, “My turn.”

  Cara reached out to grab her arms and pulled her back down. “You

  don’t have to.”

  “I know.” Izzy pushed her hands off of her. “But I want to.

  Remember, you said that I could make it up to you next time? Well, it’s way

  past next time.”

  Cara didn’t fight her as Izzy took her former place at the end of the

  couch. She reached up and hooked her hands under the waistband of Cara’s

  pajama pants, tugging them down and letting them join hers on the living

  room floor.

  She lay back down, pulling Cara’s hips towards her face. “I want to

  taste you.”

  Understanding, Cara placed her a knee on either side of Izzy’s body

  allowing her to scoot down so her face was level with her desire. She

  swallowed hard as Izzy hooked her arms around the back of her thighs,

  pulling her down to her face. As she felt the warm breath and a shot of

  electric pulsed through her body. She allowed herself to be lowered and

  gasped as he felt Izzy’s tongue and lips begin to explore and tease.

  Being tongue fucked was one of her favorite things in the world and she

  couldn’t help herself grinding down into the pleasure. Each moan she let

  out seemed to spur Izzy on deeper, harder and more insistent. As her

  orgasm grew, she felt Izzy’s arms tighten around her thighs, pinning her in

  position so no matter how she might squirm she wasn’t escaping from the

  intensity. With a rush and a shudder, her orgasm took her, coming harder

  than she had ever done with anyone. The release was incredible and as she

  fell forward onto her hands with Izzy under her, she couldn’t stop the

  tremors that were rippling through her body.

  As she looked down between her arms towards Izzy she was met with

  the biggest grin. The woman she loved so much was beaming with

  achievem
ent.

  “Was that okay?” Izzy asked.

  Cara closed her eyes and let out a loud sigh as she smiled. Easing

  herself off the couch, she knelt at the side of Izzy and kissed her deeply. “It

  was more than okay. It was amazing. You are amazing. Thank you.”

  “Thanking me sounds weird. I’m your girlfriend.” Those three words

  made Izzy feel warm inside. She liked how they sounded together, how they

  made her feel. She was Cara’s girlfriend now.

  Judging from the grin on Cara’ face, she liked it too.

  TEN

  “I told you it was going to happen.” Terri said on the next shift with Cara.

  She sat in the driver’s seat of the ambulance, looking as smug as ever.

  “Once the whole sleeping together thing became a constant, I knew it was

  only a matter of time before you got together.”

  Cara was fairly sure her cheeks were flushed, an abnormality for her.

  She wasn’t easily embarrassed, but here they were. She looked over at Terri

  and sheepishly shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. It’s not what I planned…

  but it happened.”

  If she was asked, Cara wouldn’t be able to answer exactly when she

  fell for Izzy. Over the period of time they had spent together, it just

  gradually happened. If they would have called the whole thing off after the

  first night, she never would have ended up here.

  She didn’t regret it. Maybe she was in a new relationship a lot quicker

  than she originally planned, especially after her breakup with Ali…but she

  was happy. There was something about being dedicated to another person

  that made Cara feel content on the inside.

  “Which is a good thing. She seems like a sweet girl.” Terri told her

  with a smile. “I like her for you. There doesn’t seem to be any crazy there.”

  “The only problem going forward is she isn’t out to her parents.”

  Cara admitted to Terri. “But I mean, we’re together…so I’m sure she’ll tell

  them soon enough. She probably wants to see if this thing is actually going

  to work. I don’t blame her.”

  When Cara came out to her own family, they weren’t immediately

  accepting. They didn’t disown her or tell her she was going to hell, which

  she was thankful for. But they did tell her it was going to take them some

  time to accept it. They were open and honest, which Cara appreciated more