Corey’s lips parted, her eyes widening as Thayer revealed herself. Her smooth, bronze skin, full, round breasts with soft brown nipples, and a firm, toned body elicited a desperate groan.
“You’ll get your turn.” Thayer grinned. “Maybe later.” She leaned over Corey and kissed her once more on the mouth before trailing hot kisses down her chest and sucking one nipple hard into her mouth.
Corey arched as Thayer’s teeth held her firmly. “Shit.”
“Easy,” Thayer commanded as she released her and kissed her way over to the other breast, lavishing the nipple with tongue and teeth. “I don’t want you to get too excited.”
Corey breathed a laugh. “Don’t forget,” she gasped as Thayer kissed her way down her body again, circling her navel with her tongue while sliding her hands over her breasts, kneading them both. “What comes around goes around.”
Thayer grinned around her kisses. “Why don’t you let me worry about who’s coming and when.”
Corey tensed when Thayer slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of Corey’s shorts and slid them down over her hips. Thayer’s taunting words and tortuous lovemaking had her on fire, her core molten and heavy with need. Corey no longer believed she was doing this only out of concern. She knew Thayer was enjoying her control and the razor’s edge she was leading her slowly toward.
Corey was naked now, exposed and painfully aroused as Thayer hovered over her, not touching her but letting her eyes roam her body, as if deciding where to go next. “I’ve been dreaming of this since the moment I first saw you.”
Corey groaned, squirming under her gaze. Her lovers before, though not many, had always appreciated her body but none had worshipped her the way Thayer was, with slow strokes over every inch of skin. Her gaze was so intense, Corey was almost self-conscious. Her need for her was stoked higher with every teasing touch. “Didn’t your dream involve this happening faster?” She gasped as Thayer’s fingers brushed through her damp curls and cupped her.
“Oh, I have a dream for that too,” Thayer assured her and slid one finger through Corey’s slick center. “I have a very healthy imagination.” She pushed against Corey’s thighs encouraging her to spread her legs. “But given your current physical condition I’ve opted for the slow dream.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, hips jerking as Thayer touched her again, slender fingers parting her and circling her aching center. “My current…current condition is critical.” Her breath hitched as Thayer toyed with her.
“I want to taste you.” Thayer’s eyes glittered as she lowered her mouth to Corey’s belly and kissed her way down, teasing the sensitive skin with her tongue and teeth.
She panted, her body on fire, as Thayer spread her legs further. She could feel herself opening in anticipation as Thayer nestled her face between her legs. “Oh, god.” She choked as Thayer’s hot mouth closed over her, licking, lapping, and sucking. Her hips surged into her, searching desperately for the pressure she needed. She was so close and Thayer hummed her approval.
Corey felt tears pricking behind her eyes. She was so overwhelmed with sensation and need. Even if she wanted to move she couldn’t. She was paralyzed, her body liquid under Thayer’s unrelenting attention. “Thayer…please…”
Thayer grinned around her, taking her fully into her mouth one more time before gathering herself and sliding a hand up Corey’s leg, her fingers parting her again. “I want to watch you come,” she whispered as she slid two fingers gracefully inside her.
Corey’s mouth dropped open in a silent cry as Thayer filled her, stroking her contracting walls. She couldn’t catch her breath as Thayer’s hand slid smoothly in and out, searching for the perfect rhythm.
Corey groaned when Thayer’s thumb pressed down on her hard center, her hips matching Thayer’s pace as her climax built from her belly, radiating out in liquid heat as she came with the force of two suns colliding.
She arched from the bed, crying out Thayer’s name as she continued to stroke her through the longest most powerful orgasm of her life until she collapsed back on the bed totally senseless.
Her eyes fluttered a moment later and Thayer’s perfect breasts swam into view over her face. “Am I in heaven?”
“Shhh.” Thayer still straddled her, leaning over to massage her neck and shoulders. “Lie still and breathe. I don’t want you to tighten up.”
“Tighten up?” Corey smiled slowly. “I can’t feel my legs. I’ve never been this relaxed in my life,” she laughed.
Thayer sat back on Corey’s hips and eyed her carefully. “You feel okay?”
She felt like she’d taken a hit of nitrous gas, as she had in college, her smile sloppy and her body detached. “Marvelous.”
Thayer breathed a sigh. “Okay, good.”
Corey felt the delicious tingle between her legs and still jerked as aftershocks rolled through her. “Morning sex is the best sex.” She sighed.
Thayer smiled and ran her hands up Corey’s chest as she leaned down to give her a tender kiss. “We are in accord.”
Corey’s eyes widened. “But you wanted dinner first.”
Thayer’s mouth quirked as she relaxed back on her heels across her hips. “I ate with the girls last night.”
“And multiple orgasms.”
“I took care of that last night before I came upstairs. On your sofa by the way.”
Corey gaped at her. “You did not.”
“I did so.” Thayer laughed. “What? You never masturbate?”
“Oh no, I do.” Corey pursed her lips. “Quite often since I met you, in fact.”
Thayer eyed her. “Do I have a role in your masturbatory fantasies?”
“You, in fact, play the lead in all of them.”
“How many are there?”
I have a healthy imagination too.” Corey grinned and slid her right hand up Thayer’s thigh and brushed her fingers across panties so damp they were now transparent.
“Tell me,” Thayer whispered.
Corey gripped her hip and tugged gently. “If you get naked right now and sit forward a bit, I’ll gladly show you. This one might be my favorite.”
In an unprecedented act of flexibility Thayer stripped out of her soaked panties, laughing at Corey’s dumbfounded expression. “Yoga.”
“Thanks be to yoga.” Corey pulled her forward.
Thayer frowned. “I’ll hurt you.”
“No, you won’t.”
She moved forward and lowered herself over Corey’s belly, her glistening auburn curls tickling Corey’s navel.
Corey’s breath hitched as she adjusted to her weight and felt Thayer’s damp heat against her skin. “Perfect.” She could reach up with her good arm and cup Thayer’s breast, feeling the glorious weight of her. “You are so gorgeous. I wish I had a better word.” She kneaded first one breast and then the other.
“You don’t need words. Show me.” Thayer arched her back into her hand and sighed with pleasure as Corey’s thumb circled her nipples hardening them. “Oh, that’s good.”
Corey felt her shudder as she played with her breasts. She enjoyed breast play, and to her delight, Thayer was incredibly sensitive. She filed that away for when she had use of both hands again.
Thayer’s hips swirled down on her, seemingly of their own accord, as Corey touched her breasts, belly, and inner thigh. She slid her hand between them curling into her slick folds. Thayer allowed Corey in, her fingers teasing open her hot center.
Thayer gasped, her eyes flying open to meet Corey’s heated gaze as she lowered herself onto her hand with a husky moan. “Oh, god, Corey.” She growled as Corey’s hand sank deeper into her.
She was wet and her ready walls contracted around Corey’s fingers. “You’re so hot.”
“For you.” Thayer swirled again, her lids fluttering closed.
Corey let Thayer lead as her fantasy involved Thayer being a recklessly uninhibited lover. She was not disappointed. Thayer rocked against her hand, raising and lowering herself at will, and at times, impaling
herself so deep Corey feared she might break her other arm.
The most erotic sounds Corey had ever heard erupted from Thayer as she ground down on her, eyes locked on Corey the entire time.
Thayer smiled languidly and ran her own hands across her body, sliding them up to knead her own breasts and tease her nipples to impossible points.
Corey gasped at the sight, her arousal spiking again, painfully, and cursing her useless left hand, desperate to be the one touching Thayer’s perfect breasts.
“Corey,” Thayer gasped, her eyes glassy and unseeing as her climax neared. “I’m so close.”
She ground down hard, Corey wincing at the twinge in her ribs as Thayer lost control, throwing her head back and crying out her pleasure. Her hips bucked against Corey’s hand until she swayed and dropped forward, boneless, her mass of untamed curls tickling Corey’s chest.
“Thayer,” Corey squeaked, pushing against her shoulder with her cast hand, her right still buried deep inside her.
“Oh shit.” Thayer’s head popped up and she adjusted her weight, easing herself from Corey’s hand with a gasp. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“No. I’m fine.” She inhaled deeply. “It’s fine.”
Thayer stretched out on Corey’s good side, snuggling into the crook of her arm, her hair fanned out against her chest. “I like your dreams too,” she said lazily, draping an arm across her chest.
Corey trailed her fingers across Thayer’s back. “Remind me, what’s next on your list?”
“A shower,” Thayer purred.
“Right.” Corey sighed contentedly. “Now or later?”
Thayer trailed her fingertips down Corey’s side. “Later. Much later.”
Epilogue
Corey practically skipped into the ED, her mood soaring. Her relationship with Thayer, the most beautiful woman inside and out that Corey had ever known, had bloomed over the last few weeks into the kind of love she thought only existed in movies and trashy romance novels. Her heart beat faster, her smile grew, and her body tingled every time she saw her. Thayer was warm, caring, funny, and smart. She challenged Corey and never failed to call her out on her shit. She was an adventurous lover who made Corey feel like the sexiest woman alive.
The transition back to her life had not been without its problems. Corey’s headaches ramped back up as soon as she started back to work. She immediately thought it was chemical exposure, even at safe low levels, and she tried wearing a respirator all day. It was awkward, uncomfortable, and ultimately unsustainable and she was devastated that her job was at stake. Also, it was not the problem.
It was Thayer who suggested the hospital’s fluorescent lights were the culprit. It was common for migraines to be triggered by harsh lighting and even Thayer felt the eye strain after a long shift.
After a little bit of research they selected yellow tinted glasses designed specifically to reduce effects of certain light wavelengths. The results were dramatic and immediate and Corey bounced back again with a vengeance.
The mystique surrounding the Valkyrie had already been elevated to outlandish levels with what had happened. Now Corey sported lightly tinted wraparound shades all day and was much more visible due to her relationship with Thayer. Thayer teased her often about the oglers she attracted with her new look, which had Corey completely baffled. She didn’t mind that Thayer found her that much more alluring and they had a near-miss Grey’s Anatomy elevator moment as a result. Thayer was so mortified that they established their own no canoodling at work rule. They did manage to occasionally steal alone time in the morgue, which they both agreed was way sexier than it had any right to be.
She grinned goofily, her eyes darting around the ED, passing over the dozens of faces but not finding Thayer. Her face fell and she strode to the desk, her cast clunking down on the counter hard enough to make Dana jump, her attention torn from the phone at her ear and the stack of charts splayed out in front of her.
“Corey what the hell?” Dana hissed, covering her hand over the mouthpiece.
“Is she here?” Corey was oblivious to Dana’s annoyance.
“Hold on a sec,” she said into the phone before turning her attention to her. “Of course she’s here. Maybe you haven’t noticed we’re slammed this morning.”
The waiting room was brimming with people and all the triage beds were full, doctors and nurses hustling between them, heads bent over charts or deep in consultation with one another.
Corey sighed in frustration but tried not to whine. “She said she’d cut my cast off today if I came up first thing.”
“And I’m sure she will when she has time.”
“But—”
“Is it an emergency?”
“No, but—”
“Then be patient. No pun intended.” Dana waved her off and went back to her call.
Corey grunted her displeasure and turned in time to see Thayer crossing the hall, jotting notes in a chart. The morning sun streaming through the window behind her caught the highlights in her hair, making it appear as if she were glowing.
She sucked in a breath at her beauty and the way she carried herself with such confidence and poise. She was positively stunning and Corey never failed to take notice.
Thayer must have felt the heat of her stare. She stopped and looked up, a smile lighting up her face.
Corey smiled back and held up her cast arm.
Thayer’s gaze flicked to it and her smile faltered. “I can’t now. I’m sorry,” she mouthed.
Corey couldn’t hide her disappointment.
Thayer frowned and checked her watch. “Half hour?”
“Dr. Reynolds?” Two voices called for her simultaneously from opposite ends of the hall.
Thayer waved regretfully at Corey and disappeared in the direction of the one closest to her.
Corey’s shoulders drooped and she looked down at her cast, filthy and stinking after more than six weeks. “Fuck you, you bastard,” she muttered and stalked off.
She banged open the morgue door and crossed to the counter jerking open a drawer with a clattering of the steel instruments inside. She yanked out the Stryker saw and held it up, laughing maniacally.
She put on a fresh blade. It was a bone saw and she had no idea if it would cut fiberglass but she intended to find out. She set her arm up on the counter and flipped the switch, the saw whirring to life.
She was almost down to her elbow, the blade whining its way through her cast, when she caught motion by the door.
She looked up to see Thayer leaning against the jamb, amusement flashing in her golden eyes. She switched off the saw smiling guiltily.
“You are determined and resourceful.”
Corey shrugged. “Sorry.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t do it sooner.”
“Didn’t occur to me until just now or I would have.”
“Show me how it works.” Thayer took the saw from her.
“Just hit the switch in the back.”
“Is it safe?” Thayer turned it on. “Oh, it vibrates not rotates.”
“It won’t cut skin.” Corey assured her, and much to her surprise and delight, with total trust, Thayer immediately touched her thumb to the blade.
She jumped, startled at the sensation and examined her unharmed skin. “Huh. That’s cool.” She placed the saw into the split Corey had already started. “Let’s do this.”
Corey grinned, ridiculously, and in only a few minutes Thayer cracked the cast off. Corey groaned when she extended her arm for the first time in more than six weeks and ripped off the gauze and cotton padding, itching her flaky, pale, skin.
Thayer laughed at her dramatic display of relief.
“Oh, fuck that feels so good.”
“Let me see.” Thayer reached for her and held her hand. “Squeeze.”
“I feel so weak.”
“That’s to be expected after total immobilization for that long.” She turned her arm around in her hand and smoothed a
hand along her visibly thinner arm. “Your muscles have atrophied some. But for you that only means you have the left arm strength of a mere mortal. Any pain?”
“No, but, Jesus, my arm needs a sandwich.”
“Just keep doing what you do and you’ll be back to you in no time. Are you still seeing Dan?”
“Tomorrow. He’s already signed off on the paperwork so I can go back on full duty.” She was no longer looking at her arm but staring at Thayer’s lips, full and glistening lightly with the vanilla gloss she favored.
“What?” Thayer smiled at her curiously.
“I’m crazy in love with you,” she blurted.
Thayer’s brows shot to her hairline and she stared at her, speechless.
Corey’s eyes widened when she realized what she’d just said. “I’m sorry.”
Thayer’s expression softened, her golden eyes warming with emotion. “Why? Did you not mean it?”
She winced. “I didn’t mean to say it for the first time in the morgue.”
“I don’t care where you say it as long as you say it often and for a very long time.” Thayer stepped closer and slid her arms around Corey’s neck. “Put your arms around me.”
She did and pulled her close. “I’m in love with you, Thayer Reynolds.”
Thayer brushed her lips over hers. “I know.”
Corey jerked away from her, surprised.
Thayer winked. “See what I did there?”
“That’s very funny, Han. I’m relieved I don’t need to include any Star Wars in your film education.” Corey laughed, pulling her close again and covering her mouth, kissing her long and deep.
In anticipation of getting her cast off, Corey had brought in fifteen-pound dumbbells and was struggling through her third set of biceps curls with her left arm when Cin burst in through the door, eyes bright and face flushed with excitement.
Corey straightened and shook her arm out. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
“Good, you’re here,” Cin said somewhat breathlessly as she breezed by her and into the autopsy room. She flung open the bottom cabinets and started stacking items onto the counter—shoe covers, hooded Tyvek suits, sleeves, gloves, safety glasses, face shields, biohazard bags, and towels.
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