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Victoria Javadi knew the human body the way other people knew their childhood homes. She could map veins and arteries in her sleep. What she didn't know, really couldn't master, was the way her own body betrayed her every single time Dr Cassie McKay entered the same room.
It had been ten months at the PTMC, and the crush should have faded. Instead it had grown roots. Victoria told herself it was admiration. Respect. The older resident was brilliant under pressure, calm in ways that made chaos feel manageable.
But admiration didn't explain why Victoria's breath caught every time McKay's hand brushed the small of her back while passing in the trauma bay. It didn't explain the goosebumps that raced up her arms when McKay leaned close to review a chart, or the way Victoria's jaw tightened when she caught the faint scent of McKay's shampoo.
She's forty-two. Get it together, Javadi.
She was a kid genius, after all. She understood this was a workplace crush teetering toward something messier. The brief, fizzled-out thing with Mateo had never felt like this. McKay saw through her in a way that left Victoria both exhilarated and terrified.
The blue lace incident didn't help.
A couple weeks ago, North 4 had erupted without warning. A 54 year-old patient with blunt head trauma, previously stable, suddenly became combative. Objects were flying across the room: IV poles, monitors, a metal tray that narrowly missed Victoria's head. Thank God. She'd rushed in with the rest of the team, gloves snapping on. They restrained and sedated him together, McKay's commands cutting through the noise as she was the first in the room.
When the scene finally quieted and cleared, Victoria allowed herself one second to breathe. That was when she saw it.
McKay knelt to retrieve her stethoscope from where it had been thrown across the floor. Her scrub top untucking and riding up as she stretched at an awkward angle. Just above the waistband of her dark pants sat a strip of delicate blue lace. The contrast against McKay's skin was obscene in its simplicity.
Victoria's face flooded with heat. She tried to look away, granting privacy. Respect, she reminded herself. Her eyes kept darting back. Her mind supplied unhelpful images: what the rest of the set might look like, how the lace would feel under her fingertips, how McKay might look stripped-
McKay moved backwards to stand up after retrieving the item. When Victoria finally dragged her gaze upward, Santos was watching her with that knowing smirk from across the room.
"You get a nice show, Crash?" Trinity asked, voice low enough not to carry but dripping with amusement. She was already backing toward the door, arms crossed.
Victoria blinked, throat dry. "...What?"
Santos huffed a laugh. "Haven't seen a guy get like that since the ol' Kraken. Quite the show." She whistled low on her way out, leaving Victoria flushed and certain she'd just handed Santos months worth of ammunition.
Fuck. It's only 9am.
Trinity Santos was not blind, and she was definitely not subtle.
Over the following weeks, she turned Victoria's quiet suffering into her own personal spectator sport. Every shift became laced with commentary.
In the trauma bay, while McKay was calmly intubating, Santos leaned over to Victoria and whispered, "You're doing that thing again. Pretending to watch the monitor but actually looking at her hands." Victoria shot her a glare. Trinity smiled, "Real subtle, Crash."
Victoria elbowed her.
Later in the break room, when McKay walked in wearing fresh scrubs that somehow still looked good on her, Santos slid onto the couch beside Victoria, draping an arm lazily along the back of it.
"Careful," she murmured right against Victoria's ear. "Your pupils are looking a little blown. Might wanna get that checked. Could be a neurological event."
"Shut up, Santos"
"Make me." Trinity's voice dropped, teasing. "Or better yet, go make her. Bet she'd let you if you asked nicely. 'Oh, please Dr McKay. I've been such a good little student...'"
Vic rolled her eyes. The real problem was that the teasing only made Victoria more hyper-aware of McKay.
During a trauma activation, a hypotensive patient rolled in. McKay took charge instantly, voice ready "Javadi, over here. Let's go."
Victoria moved in beside her. Their shoulders brushed as they both leaned over the patient. McKay's hand settled briefly at the small of Victoria's back. Except this time Victoria's breath hitched audibly.
McKay glanced at her, close enough that Victoria could smell her shampoo again, that clean, faintly citrus scent. "You good?"
"Yeah, fine. Just... tired." Victoria kept her eyes on the vein she was working on, but her hands felt clumsy under the weight of McKay's attention.
McKay didn't move her hand right away. "You've been running hot all shift. Great work on the last intubation, by the way. Smooth." Her thumb moved once, almost absentmindedly, against Victoria's spine before she pulled away to check the monitor.
Victoria's skin burned where she'd been touched. She didn't trust herself to speak, so she just nodded.
Two days later they caught a breather in the hallway. McKay was reviewing charts on a tablet, brow furrowed in concentration. Victoria lingered, pretending to update her own notes.
"Dr McKay," she started, then immediately second-guessed herself. "Cassie- I mean, if that's okay-"
McKay looked up, a small, tired smile softening her face. "Cassie's fine when it's just us, Vadi. What's on your mind?"
Victoria's brain short-circuited for a second. The way McKay calls her Vadi - all low, warm, and a little rough. It should not have affected her like this.
"I... just wanted to ask about the head trauma protocol we used on the reactive patient last week. The one with the blue-" She nearly choked on the word. She coughed. "The one where things got messy."
McKay's eyebrow lifted slightly, amused. "You handled it well. Stayed calm when most would've frozen. I was pleased." She stepped a little closer to angle the tablet so they could both see it. Their arms pressed together as she swiped through a couple menus. "See here? You caught the Cushing's triad early. Most people miss it when the patient's already throwing furniture."
Victoria swallowed. McKay's proximity, the quiet praise, it was too much. She could feel herself leaning closer without even meaning to. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Santos leaning against the wall further down the hall, arms crossed, watching them like it was premium television. When their eyes met, Trinity mouthed slowly and exaggeratedly: Get. Some.
Victoria jerked her gaze back to the tablet so fast she nearly got whiplash. McKay noticed the sudden movement. "Everything alright?"
"Perfect," Victoria squeaked. "Totally perfect."
That evening in the locker room, after McKay had already left for the day, Trinity pounced.
"Totally perfect?" Santos echoed, voice dripping with mock sweetness as she stripped off her scrub top. "Jesus, Crash. I thought you were gonna faint into her tits right there in the hallway."
Victoria groaned, hiding her burning face in her locker. "I hate you."
"No, you don't. I’m the only one keeping this entertaining." Trinity stepped closer, that easy confident smirk firmly in place. She leaned one shoulder against the locker beside Victoria's. "Seriously though. You're hot, she's hot, you both clearly want to climb each other like trauma ladders. Life's short and this job is hell. Shoot your shot before someone else does."
Victoria turned, ready to fire back, only to find Trinity watching her with an unusually serious glint beneath the teasing.
She yanked a fresh top on, refusing to meet her eyes. "And what, you're the expert on healthy romantic decisions now?"
Santos shrugged, the motion fluid even in exhaustion. She leaned further against the lockers, arms crossed under her chest, studying Victoria with unreadable eyes. "Nah. I'm the expert on wanting shit you probably shouldn't."
A beat.
Did she mean Garcia or...?
Victoria looked at her through the corner of her eye, too afraid to see her head-on right now. Too afraid to ruin the moment.
"So, if McKay really won't make a move..." Santos's voice dropped, low and suggestive, "just know I give excellent distractions. Very hands-on."
She winked, grabbed her bag, and made for the door, leaving Victoria flushed and frustrated. Victoria wasn't entirely sure she wanted Santos to stop teasing.
The texting started innocently enough. Victoria had offered to help with Harrison after hearing McKay mention how hard the custody transition had been. Extra hands, extra cash, and an excuse to be near Cassie McKay - it's a win-win in her exhausted, hopeless brain.
But the messages didn't stay strictly logistical for long.
[Monday, 12:34am]
McKay: You still alive over there, kid? Don't let him run you ragged
Victoria: Barely. He's finally asleep. How do people do this every day with their kids?
McKay: You're doing good. He really likes you. I'll return the favour one day. Promise.
[Thursday, 2:02am]
McKay: [photo of two coffees on a break room table]
McKay: One of these has your name on it when you finish up in there.
Victoria: I'm holding you to that.
She doesn't really even like coffee.
McKay: Good. I like when you hold me to things.
She really likes that though.
Victoria stared at that last message until her screen dimmed. Hold me to things. They had decided to coincide working a late shift together, but now Vic was wondering if the tiredness was making her read into things more. She told herself it was nothing. Just McKay's dry humour. But her stomach still flipped every single time those three dots appeared.
The air between them in the hospital had grown thicker recently, too. A brush of fingers when McKay handed off a chart. McKay leaning over her shoulder to review an X-ray, breath warm against Victoria's ear as she murmured, "Good catch."
One evening Harrison had been at Victoria's house (well, her parents house - whatever) and McKay had come to pick him up. It had been Victoria's day off, so she opened the door in an old Pitt Med hoodie and shorts, hair messy, looking every bit tired of Mario Kart. McKay's gaze flicked down once - slow, almost unconscious - before she caught herself.
"You're a lifesaver," McKay said, voice low. "Seriously, Vic. I don't know what I'd do without you right now."
Their eyes met. Harrison was already bounding down the hall yelling about the Lego spaceship they'd built earlier on in the day. Neither woman moved for a beat. Harrison sat to put his shoes on at the edge of the stairs.
"You look tired," Victoria said softly. "Long day?"
"Long month." Cassie's smile was small and weary, but real nontheless. She reached out and squeezed Vic's arm, thumbs brushing the inside of her elbow. The touch lingered. "You should get some rest too. Can't have my favourite med student burning out on me."
Favourite med student. Victoria's brain supplied several extremely unprofessional responses. She settled for a quiet, "I'm okay if you are."
Cassie's eyes darkened, just slightly. Then Harrison bounded into his Mom's legs and the moment had passed.
Naturally, Trinity Santos found out within forty-eight hours.
No doubt, Princess and Perlah had been the ones to tell her. Sometimes, Victoria wishes she learnt Tagalog just to know what the three women would gossip about. To know if anything was ever about her.
"You're babysitting for her now?" Santos cornered her in the supply room, arms crossed, grinning. "Jesus Christ, Crash. You went full U-Haul 'I'll fold your laundry and raise your child' without even getting her out of her scrubs first? That's commitment."
Victoria shoved a box of gauze at her. "It's not like that."
"Oh, it's exactly like that." Trinity stepped closer, voice dropping into that amused register she loved. "You're over there playing house while she sends you little texts like she's not thinking about bending you over the couch the second the kid's asleep. Be honest, has she used the 'good girl' voice on you yet?"
Victoria's face went nuclear. Hearing those words come out of Trinity's mouth, thinking about those words happening. The blush spread further across her face. "Trinity-"
Trinity's smirk widened. She was enjoying this. "Because I bet she has. Bet it made you wet the first time she called you kid in that tired, post-shift voice."
What kind of sexy torture is this? It seemed Santos was pleased with her statements, as she smiled wide collecting what she needed from the supply closet.
"I'm going to kill you." Victoria buried her face in her hands, trying to gauge how much heat was radiating from her cheeks.
She was still thinking about it fifteen minutes later, staring blankly at the charting screen while her heart hammered against her ribs. Victoria was hopelessly conflicted, realising she was caught between two very different women who now occupied far too much real estate in her mind.
There was Cassie.
Cassie, who casually but very frequently complained about needing to get laid. Cassie, who - according to an offhand joke she'd once heard from Dana - had an apparant taste for younger women. The text messages, the lingering touches, the warm "kid" that somehow didn't feel innocent anymore. It all left Victoria's head dizzy trying to work out what it all means.
But then there was Trinity.
Unexpectedly, increasingly, there was Trinity.
Victoria would never have guessed Santos would take up this much space in her head. She knew - knew - about Victoria's crush on McKay. She'd seen the blue lace incident for God's sake. And yet Santos kept pushing, kept flirting in that relentless, shameless way of hers. At least Victoria thought it was flirting. It lived somewhere between merciless teasing and outright dirty talk, delivered with that signature smirk and low voice that made Victoria's stomach tighten.
The worst part is she was really, really into it.
Victoria dragged a hand down her face and tried again to focus on her notes.
Moving day arrived faster than expected.
Victoria could have chosen a nicer building closer to the hospital. Somewhere with decent lighting and fewer mysterious hallway smells. Instead, she signed the lease for the same worn-out complex as Santos and Whitaker. She told herself it was practical. She wanted to belong somewhere. She wanted people nearby when things inevitably got hard. But most, she wanted distance from her parents and their expectations.
She hadn't anticipated how much that decision would tangle everything together.
The apartment was small, sun-faded, and smelled faintly of old paint and takeout food, but it was hers. By mid-afternoon, half the Pitt crew had rotated through. Whitaker attacked the IKEA furniture like it had personally offended him, tools scattered across the floor as he muttered curses every time a screw stripped. McKay showed up in casual clothes - dark jeans and a hoodie that looked stupidly good on her - and worked without complaint, carrying boxes with that same quiet competence she brought to the trauma bay. Every time their hands brushed or Cassie passed her in the narrow hallway, Victoria felt it like a static shock.
"You didn't have to come," Victoria said at one point, wiping sweat from her forehead.
Cassie gave her a small smile, the kind that made Victoria's chest ache. "I wanted to. Besides, I still owe you for all the Harrison nights." She lingered a second longer than necessary, eyes soft. "Looks good on you, having your own space."
Victoria's throat went dry. She managed a weak nod before McKay was already moving toward the next box.
Santos, of course, made everything more dangerous.
She carried the lighter stuff with theatrical groans, cracking jokes and flirting shamelessly just to watch Vic squirm. But she waited until the others had left - Whitaker back to their apartment for pizza, McKay to pick up Harrison - before she pulled a black box from her duffel bag.
"Housewarming present, Crash." Trinity's grin was pure trouble, bright eyes sparkling with mischief. "Figured you could use something to take the edge off all that pining you've been doing. You'll come to appreciate living alone pretty soon..."
She pressed the box into Victoria's hands, let her fingers linger there for a second.
"I'm only going to half thank you for this. Mostly, because I'm scared of what's in here. But you didn't have to get me anything." Victoria moved to start unboxing, but Trinity stopped her by placing her own hand on top of the box.
"Feel free to text me any glowing reviews about it." Trinity grabbed her bag and headed to leave. She looked back to Victoria with a wink, "See you later, Crash."
Victoria waited until she knew she was completely alone, door closed behind her, before she opened it.
She ripped the box open to find a purple dildo and a harness. It was sleek, surprisingly high-quality. She stared at it, pulse roaring in her ears. Trinity had picked this out. Had to have thought, even for a split second, about Victoria using it. Had even chosen her favourite colour like it was the most casual thing in the world.
"Fuck." Victoria whispered, cheeks burning.
She really didn't know what to do with it.
So, like any reasonable person deep in denial, Victoria suctioned the purple dildo to the center of her brand-new coffee table and sat on her brand-new couch, staring at it in silence. It stood there, thick, a little bit curved, and obscenely out of place under the warm lamplight. She didn't have any other furniture set up yet, so it was kind of comical. She pulled her knees up to sit criss-cross, continuing to stare with her cheeks flushed.
It was slightly overwhelming.
To make matters worse, that night the dreams began.
The first one hit hard and vivid.
Trinity hovered over her in the new bed, dark hair falling across her face. She was bare from the waist up, wearing nothing but that stupid smile and the harness. The purple toy pressed heavy and warm between Victoria's thighs as Trinity rocked her hips in slow, teasing circles.
"Look at you," Trinity whispered, voice low and filthy, lips brushing Victoria's ear. "So fucking wet already and I've barely touched you. You gonna be good for me, Crash? Or do I have to fuck that pretty little crush out of you?"
Victoria whimpered, hips chasing the pressure. Trinity chuckled darkly and pushed in slowly, stretching her open.
"That's it...take it. God, you feel good. Bet McKay doesn't know how desperate you get, does she?" She nipped at Victoria's throat, hips snapping harder. "Aww but you're gonna say my name when you come. Let me hear it."
Victoria woke up gasping, sheets twisted around her legs, arousal throbbing painfully between her thighs. Her clit pulsed in time with her heartbeat.
A couple of nights later, things had changed.
This time, she was the one wearing the harness.
She moved inside Trinity with shallow, uncertain thrusts at first, but confidence grew with every broken sound the other woman made. Trinity's usual sharp tongue had finally failed her. She lay on her back, legs wrapped around Victoria's waist, nails digging into her shoulders.
"Fuck- Vic," Trinity gasped, head thrown back against the pillows. Her voice cracked on the next thrust. "Harder. Don't be gentle with me, I can take it. Shit, just like that- yes-"
Victoria buried her face in Trinity's neck, drunk on the power and the way Santos feels beneath her.
She thought about it for her entire next shift. Every time Santos smirked at her or leaned in to whisper a teasing comment, the dream flooded back in high definition. Victoria could barely meet her eyes.
The most dangerous dream came a few nights later.
In this one, McKay was in control.
Cassie had the strap buckled tight around her hips, moving with that same steady, intense focus she used in work. She fucked into Santos with deep, measured thrusts, one hand braced beside Trinity's head, the other gripping her thigh.
Trinity was loud beneath her, moaning shamelessly. "God, McKay... you're so deep- fuck, just like that."
Cassie's rhythm stayed relentless. Her eyes lifted, dark and heated, locking onto Victoria where she sat on the edge of the bed, untouched and aching.
"You like watching, Vadi?" McKay's voice was rough and low. "Look how wet she is for me." She gave a particularly hard thrust that made Trinity cry out. "You want me to fuck her until she can't speak... or do you want me to make you take every inch while she watches?"
Trinity let out a wrecked laugh that turned into a moan, turning her head to look at Victoria with glassy, taunting eyes. "Better decide fast, Crash... she's been holding back for months."
Victoria woke up drenched in sweat, thighs pressed desperately together, a violent storm of guilt and raw want twisting in her gut. Her nipples were hard and so sensitive that even the feeling of them brushing against her t-shirt was too much. For one wild, dizzying second she considered storming into the living room, ripping the purple toy off the coffee table, and fucking herself right there on the couch until the ache went away.
But the other twisted part of her didn't want to give Santos what she wanted. So instead, she sat up in the dark, breathing hard.
This has to stop.
Victoria flopped back against the pillow and stared at the ceiling, heart still racing.
She lasted six days.
Six days of the purple toy sitting like a silent accusation on her coffee table. Six days of dreams that left her waking up flushed and frustrated. Six days of overthinking before she shoved the thing back in the box, and marched down to the third floor, and knocked on Santos and Whitaker's door.
Trinity opened it wearing a blank tank top and loose grey shorts that sat low on her hips. Victoria could see her boxers peeking out of the top. Don't think about it. Trinity’s eyebrows rose when she saw the box in Victoria's hands.
"I'm grateful," Victoria said quickly, stepping forward before she could lose her nerve. "Really. But I think you should have this back."
The flirtation slipped out before she could stop it. "Maybe give it to Garcia. I'm sure she can help you out with it."
Trinity let out a bright, delighted laugh, the sound low and warm. "Oh, there she is. Crash finally grew some teeth." She eyed the box, then Victoria, a slow smirk spreading across her face. For a second she looked like she might push harder, but instead she stepped aside. "...Do you want to come in? I was gonna have a beer anyway. Whitaker's out, so no one to watch shitty reality TV with."
The invitation felt slightly guarded, almost cautious, like Trinity wasn't sure if this was a good idea. Victoria hesitated for half a second before crossing the threshold.
They ended up on the couch. The black box sat on the coffee table between them like a third presence in the room. At first the conversation stayed light - complaints about the latest attending, the worst consult of the week, things like that.
But after two beers and deep into an episode of Love Island (Trinity's guilty pleasure watch), the vibe shifted.
"You actually watch this?" Victoria asked, half-laughing as another dramatic poolside argument played out.
"Hell yeah," Trinity said, cracking open another beer with a satisfying hiss. "You tell anyone and I'll have Princess and Perlah spread gossip about you so fast your head will spin." She pointed the bottle opener at Victoria in playful warning, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.
She probably wasn't kidding.
"It's pure brain rot," Trinity continued, stretching her legs out so her foot brushed Victoria's calf. "Exactly what I need after twelve hours of patients trying to die on me. I've seen you stress-eat cold pizza while watching medical documentaries like a fucking psychopath."
Victoria smiled despite herself. "We all have our ways of decompressing." She didn't realise Santos noticed her like that. Trinity hummed in response.
They fell into a surprisingly comfortable silence for a while, the kind that only comes after months of shared trauma apparently. Eventually, Victoria decided to take the risk.
She told Trinity about McKay.
"I feel like I'm losing my mind," Victoria admitted quietly, eyes on the coffee table. "Every time I think she's about to do something... say something... she doesn't. And I just keep waiting like an idiot. I've never done this before - wanting someone this badly. It makes me feel so... inexperienced. Foolish."
Trinity was quiet for a long moment, legs stretched out, one arm draped along the back of the couch. Her usual sharp-edged smirk had softened.
"She's got that whole competent, emotionally unavailable, hot older woman thing down," Trinity said eventually. "I get why you're twisted up over her. McKay's the type who makes you want to earn it." She took a slow sip of her beer, eyes never leaving Victoria. "But you gotta be careful. Some people like the chase more than the catch."
Victoria glanced over at her. "You sound like you're speaking from experience."
Trinity gave a small, dry laugh but didn't elaborate. Instead she looked at Victoria directly, eyes surprisingly gentle.
"You're not foolish. You're just... a lot of things to consider. In a good way. You're smart, obviously younger than her. A combination that scares people sometimes. Especially people like McKay who probably haven't let themselves want anything outside the hospital in years."
The sincerity in her voice caught Victoria off guard.
"I've never told anyone this stuff," Victoria murmured.
"Yeah, well... don't get used to it. I'm only saying all this cause some small part of me somewhere feels bad for you," Trinity said lightly, but her tone was warm. She nudged Victoria's knee with her foot. "I never would have pinned you for such a gay disaster, Crash."
Victoria laughed softly, the tension in her chest easing just a little.
It was growing late. They were deep into another episode when Victoria excused herself to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face and stared at her reflection.
What was she even doing here really?
When she returned, Trinity was leaning back on the couch, typing on Victoria's phone with a satisfied little grin.
Victoria froze. "How the hell did you know my password?"
Trinity didn't even look guilty. She grinned and tossed the phone back to her. "Sent McKay a little something she needed to hear. You're welcome," Santos took a swig of her beer, finishing it off. "Don't worry, you can play it off like you were drunk or something."
Victoria's stomach plummeted as she unlocked the screen and read the outgoing messages.
[Saturday, 1:06am]
Victoria: Hey...
Victoria: Every time you touch me at work I feel it for hours
Victoria: I keep thinking about what you'd do to me if you actually let yourself
Victoria's face burned. Her pulse roared in her ears. "Trinity... what the fuck did you do?"
Santos leaned back, arms spread along the back of the couch, looking far too pleased with herself. "Gave you a push. Someone had to do it."
Victoria stared at the messages, heart hammering so hard she felt dizzy. Part of her wanted to throw up. Another, much louder part felt a thrill run through her at the idea of McKay reading those words.
She sank back onto the couch, phone still glowing in her hand. Trinity watched her. "So... you gonna delete them? Or are we waiting to see how long it takes McKay to reply?"
The messages were so direct. So unmistakeably hers. Even if she tried to blame it on alcohol, McKay would know. Cassie always seemed to know when Victoria was lying.
"Trinity," she whispered, voice cracking between horror and something dangerously close to excitement. "She's going to read these. She's going to know."
"Yeah," Santos said casually, like she hadn't just lit a match and dropped it into a pool of gasoline. "That's the point."
Victoria looked up at her. Trinity was sprawled back against the couch, one arm still stretched along the backrest, looking entirely too smug and far too attractive in that stupid tank top. Her eyes had that half-lidded, beer-warmed gleam, but they were sharp. She was watching every emotion cross Victoria's face.
"I can't believe you did that," Victoria said, though there was no real anger behind it. Mostly disbelief.
Trinity shrugged. Victoria let out a shaky breath and set the phone face down on the table, right next to the black box containing the strap-on. The symbolism wasn't lost on her.
A long silence stretched between them, broken only by the low hum of the TV. On screen, someone was crying.
"You're insane," Victoria muttered.
"You like it," Trinity shot right back, quick and low. Her voice had dropped into that dangerous register again - the one that lived in Victoria's dreams. "Don't lie. I saw your face when you read what I sent."
Victoria's breath caught. This couldn't be real. How had she ended up spinning in circles like some kind of torture turnstile - McKay on one side, Trinity on the other. She doesn't know where to get out. Victoria turned her head to meet Trinity's gaze.
The air between then felt suddenly thicker, heavier.
"You really think she'll reply?" Victoria asked, voice quieter now.
"I think she's wanted to fuck you for a while," Trinity said plainly. "She's just scared. You scare her, actually. She's probably feeling all levels of guilt for how attracted she is to you."
Victoria let the words settle. McKay. Scared. Guilty. The idea sent a strange flutter through her chest.
Somehow, only one question rose to the front of her mind.
"Are you scared of me?" she breathed, almost afraid of the answer.
Trinity tilted her head, studying her for a beat. "Me?" A slow, confident smirk tugged at her lips. Victoria could practically see the thoughts forming in the other woman's head. "Not even a little. I know exactly what I'd do with you."
The words hit like a pulse of heat straight between Victoria's legs. She was blushing so hard she felt dizzy.
There was something disarmingly honest in the way Trinity said it. It made her feel exposed and powerful at the same time. No one had ever looked at her the way Trinity did right now: like she wasn't some brilliant but fragile kid genius, or an inexperienced student doctor with a hopeless crush. Trinity looked at her like she was someone worth wanting.
It was intoxicating.
"You say that so easily," Victoria whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Like it doesn't complicate everything."
Trinity's smirk softened, but her eyes stayed intent. "Complicated's not the same as scary, Crash."
The admission hit Victoria low within her. Her cheeks burned, and she had to look away for a second, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
This made Trinity laugh, and by some act of kindness move the topic along. "So, what's it gonna be?" She murmured, leaning in just a fraction, close enough that Victoria could smell her skin and the faint trace of beer on her breath. "You deleting the texts, or you finally letting things get a little messy?"
Victoria's heart hammered against her ribs. She glanced at the phone, then back at Trinity - at the curve of her lips, at the way her tank top had slipped slightly off one shoulder. She sounded as if she wanted Victoria to delete the texts and keep her all to herself.
Victoria didn't think it was possible to blush so much in one night. She couldn't help herself, her brain was screaming at her.
Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her.
She opened her mouth to muster a reply, trying so hard to form a flirty sentence in return, but before she could answer the front door swung open.
Whitaker stumbled in, laughing at something on his phone, keys jingling loudly. He stopped short when he saw the two of them on the couch, the tension thick enough to cut.
"Oh. Oh," Dennis said, eyes bouncing between them. "Shit. Bad timing?"
Trinity didn't pull back right away. She just sighed, the moment fizzling as she leaned back with a lazy grin. "Perfect timing, actually. Crash was just leaving."
Victoria stood up quickly, cheeks burning. "Yeah... it's late. I should head back."
She picked up the black box from the coffee table and tossed it into Trinity's lap. "Keep it. Seriously."
Trinity looked up at her, something unreadable flickering across her face before she raised her eyebrows. "You sure?"
"I'm sure."
Whitaker pretended to be very interested in the fridge, clearly trying not to laugh. Victoria grabbed her phone and headed for the door, pulse still racing. Trinity walked her the few steps to the threshold. "Night, Crash," she said softly, leaning against the doorframe. "Try to get some sleep. You're gonna need it when McKay replies."
Victoria gave her a weak, flustered smile and slipped out into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind her with a soft, final sound.
She only made it three steps before the paper-thin walls of their apartment complex started betraying her. "What the hell was that?" Whitaker's voice came through, muffled but still plenty audible, laced with amusement.
Victoria froze mid-step.
Trinity's low, unbothered laugh followed. "Shut up, Huckleberry."
"No, seriously," Whitaker pressed, "you two were like-" The rest of the sentence was muffled, something about the couch. Victoria only caught fragments: "-looked like you were about to-"
"Jesus Christ," Trinity groaned. Victoria could practically see her rolling her eyes.
There was more low murmuring she couldn't quite make out, the sound rising and falling. Then a pause. Victoria's stomach twisted as she stood there, unable to make herself walk away.
"She is," Trinity's voice came through again, a little clearer this time. "Doesn't mean she can't be into other things too... I'm just being a helpful neighbour."
Other things too. Did she mean herself?
Victoria's face flamed even hotter. She pressed a hand over her mouth and hurried down the hallway before she could hear anything else, heart pounding so hard she felt lightheaded.
Helpful neighbour. God.
Every step back to her own apartment felt electric. Her skin was still buzzing from how close Trinity had leaned in, from the way she'd said I know exactly what I'd do with you like it was the simplest truth in the world.
By the time she closed her own door behind her and leaned back against it, Victoria was a mess of conflicting feelings: embarrassment, arousal, fear, and a strange but now very familiar thrill low in her stomach.
Victoria kicked off her shoes and stood in the middle of her living room, staring down at her phone. The sent messages stared back at her. Trinity's words lingered in her mind.
Her thumb hovered over the delete button. Just delete them. Blame it on being drunk. Say it was a mistake.
Then the three dots appeared
[Saturday, 1:31am]
McKay is typing...
Victoria's stomach dropped. Panic flooded her instantly. She stared at the screen, frozen, waiting for the reply that would either ruin her or change everything.
The dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Then... nothing.
No messages came through.
Victoria waited another full minute, barely breathing, but the typing vanished completely. Cassie had clearly written something and then deleted it. She sank onto her couch, phone still clutched tightly in her hand, wildly disappointed.
She didn't delete the messages.
Instead, she locked her phone, left them exactly as they were, and climbed into bed with her heart still racing.
Sleep did not come easily.
The confrontation came two shifts later.
McKay had cancelled on Victoria for the Harrison babysitting gig that was planned over the weekend with a short, polite text that gave no real explanation. The silence had eaten at Victoria for days. By the time they worked the same shift again, Victoria was beyond on edge.
When a very rare lull hit during their shift, Cassie finally broke their silence. She found Victoria in the trauma bay and motioned toward the small supply alcove with a tight, "Javadi. A word."
Victoria followed, heart in her throat.
The door clicked shut. The cramped space felt claustrophobic. McKay looked exhausted - dark circles, clenched jaw, and her arms crossed defensively.
"I read your messages," McKay said, voice low and strained. "All of them."
Ok, fight or flight, Javadi.
Victoria lifted her chin. Own it. "Good."
McKay dragged a hand over her face, clearly fighting for control. "Vic... you can't say things like that to me. You have no idea what it does when I read that you want me to fuck you."
Her voice faltered. She looked away, breathing uneven.
"You're still a med student," she continued. "I'm supposed to teach you. Protect you. Not want you the way I do. This is wrong. I know it's wrong."
"Then why do you keep touching me?" Victoria stepped closer. "Why do you text me late at night? Why do you look at me like that when you think I won't notice?"
Maybe that was a slight projection and wishful thinking. She wasn't entirely sure it was true, until Vic caught McKay's reaction.
Cassie's eyes snapped back to her, dark with hunger and guilt. "Because," she admitted, voice rough. "Every time you're near me, all I can think about is pulling you into an empty room and giving you exactly what you want."
She took a half-step forward, then caught herself and pressed her back against the wall.
"I could get in trouble," McKay said hoarsely. "You could get in trouble. I won't be the reason your career gets tainted before it even starts."
Victoria's frustration boiled over. "So you get to flirt for months and then shut down the second I'm honest enough to talk about it? That's not protecting me, Cassie."
McKay flinched, but her eyes flashed. "And what about Santos?" she shot back.
Victoria froze.
"I've seen you two lately," Cassie continued, her tone edged with something bitter. "You're always together. Whispering in the break room, leaving shift at the same time... I saw her walk you to your car two nights ago." She let out a hollow laugh. "Maybe that's who you should be sending those texts to. She doesn't have to worry about abusing her power, does she?"
Victoria opened her mouth to deny it, but the words stuck in her throat. Flashes of the couch, Trinity's low laugh, I know exactly what I'd do with you. It all rushed through her head. She couldn't lie convincingly.
"It's not... it's not like that with her," she said weakly.
McKay raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Doesn't look that way from where I'm standing."
The silence that followed was brutal.
McKay's shoulders sagged. "You never should have sent those messages, Vic," she said quietly, almost sadly. "It would've been easier for both of us if you hadn't."
That one hurt more than anything else.
Victoria felt her eyes sting with angry tears. The mix of rejection, jealousy, and guilt on McKay's face was too much.
"Yeah?" she said, voice shaking with frustration. "Well maybe you should stop pretending you don't want this as badly as I do." She shoved the door open and stormed out before McKay could reply, the door slamming hard behind her.
Victoria spent the rest of the shift seething.
She was furious at Cassie for pushing her away. But she was also furious at Trinity for inserting herself so deeply into her head, for sending those texts, for making everything even more complicated than it already was.
The next couple of days were hell.
Victoria threw herself into work with a vengeance. Anything to keep her mind off the supply room and McKay's tortured expression. She barely slept. Not only did she find herself walking on eggshells around McKay, but she also had Trinity to deal with. Victoria hadn't worked out what to say to the other girl yet, she wasn't really even sure what to think about it all.
[Tuesday, 4:23pm]
Trinity: heard u and mckay had it out. u good?
Victoria: I'm fine.
Trinity: wow convincing. come by later if u wanna talk.
Victoria: Not tonight. I need some space
Trinity: ? ok
Victoria stared at the screen, thumbs hovering. She was still too annoyed with Trinity for starting this whole mess with those reckless texts. She didn't reply.
They ran into each other in the locker room after a long shift. Trinity was already half-changed, pulling on a hoodie. The usual cocky energy was missed. She gave Victoria a small nod, almost cautious.
"Hey," Trinity said.
"Hey." Victoria kept her answer short and focused on her locker.
Trinity watched her for a moment before speaking. "You've been avoiding me."
Victoria exhaled sharply. "I told you I needed space."
"I know." Trinity closed her own locker and leaned against it. "But we should probably talk about what happened with McKay."
Victoria slammed her locker shut, frustration finally boiling over.
"She thinks there's something going on between us," she said bitterly. "She basically told me I should be sending those texts to you instead. Like she's already convinced I'm halfway in your bed and she's using that as an excuse to push me away."
Trinity was quiet for a second, then a slow, dangerous smile crept across her face.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked outright, voice low and direct.
Victoria stared. The bluntness still hit her like a shock every time.
Trinity continued before she could fully recover. "Because here's what I'm thinking... maybe we should give McKay something to be jealous about."
Victoria stared at her. "What?"
Trinity shrugged, that familiar mischievious glint returning to her eyes. "She's already assuming it's happening. Why not lean into it? Let her see us a little closer. Let her wonder. Maybe watching you with me will finally push her off the fence."
She stepped closer, voice dropping. "We can keep it simple. Fun. And if you do want to fuck me while we're at it... I'm more than happy to make that part very real."
Victoria's heart hammered. The suggestion was ridiculous, obviously, but also dangerously tempting.
"I... that's insane," Victoria muttered, though she couldn't quite hide the flush creeping up her neck.
Trinity smirked. "Okay." She tilted her head. "Think about it, Crash. No pressure. But the offer's on the table."
She grabbed her bag and headed for the door, pausing just long enough to glance back. "Either way... stop avoiding me. It's annoying. And Huckleberry wants you to come over to watch Love Island with him."
"Oh yeah? Just with him?" Victoria raised her eyebrows, smile playing on her lips.
Santos chuckled, "Yeah, I don't watch that shit."
That night, Victoria's phone lit up on her nightstand.
[Wednesday, 2:17am]
McKay: I can't stop thinking about what you said
Victoria sat up slowly in bed. Her pulse quickening in her ears. Three dots appeared on the screen, disappeared, and then reappeared again.
McKay: I keep rereading your messages
McKay: I hate that I want you this much
McKay: Tell me to stop texting you and I will
Victoria stared at the screen, breath shallow. Her thumbs shook as she typed. The answer was inevitable.
Victoria: I don't want you to stop.
The response came almost immediately.
McKay: Fuck, Vic...
McKay: You shouldn't say that
Victoria: Why not?
McKay: Because right now all I can think about is finally giving in
Victoria: Yeah?
McKay: Every time I touch your back at work... you feel it for hours?
McKay: I had no idea it affected you that much
Victoria's cheeks burned. She pulled her knees up to her chest, suddenly hyper-aware of the cool air against her bare legs beneath the oversized t-shirt.
Victoria: It does. Every single time. It's embarrassing.
McKay: Embarrassing? Or distracting?
Victoria: Both
Victoria: It's very distracting
McKay: Good.
McKay: And you're always thinking about what I'd do if I let myself?
Victoria: Constantly.
McKay: Tell me one thing you've thought about
Victoria hesitated, heat flooding her face. She bit her lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard for a long moment before she finally gave in.
Victoria: The way your hands look when you're charting. I've thought about them on my thighs.
How they would look disappearing into my panties.
McKay: Fuck
McKay: Just my hands?
McKay: Come on, Vadi. Don't get shy now
The nickname - Vadi - hit her differently in the quiet of 2am. Victoria could hear herself breathing hard, a fresh wave of warmth pooling low in her belly. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. What happened to get McKay like this?
Victoria: I think about your mouth too. A lot.
Victoria: And what you'd sound like if you finally stopped holding back.
McKay: You have no idea what you do to me when you say things like that
McKay: Are you wet right now?
Victoria's stomach flipped. This was crossing every professional boundary they had. She didn't care. Her body was already answering the question.
Victoria: Yes.
Victoria: I have been since your first message.
McKay: God
McKay: We shouldn't be doing this
A long pause stretched between them. Victoria felt the guilt run to her head. She worried that Cassie was going to suddenly back out of whatever this was. But then her phone buzzed again.
McKay: Tell me what you're wearing
Victoria wished she was wearing something nicer to describe. She didn't want to lie to the other woman either though.
Victoria: Just an old shirt. Nothing underneath.
The next pause felt endless. Victoria could practically feel McKay wrestling with herself on the other end.
McKay: Touch yourself. Slowly
McKay: And tell me how wet you are for me
That was the moment any last shred of plausible deniability dissolved. Victoria's hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt, then fingers trailing down her stomach until they reached the warmth between her thighs.
Victoria: I'm soaked. My fingers are sliding so easily.
Victoria: I wish it was you instead.
McKay: Me too
McKay: I want my fingers buried inside you while I kiss your neck
McKay: I want to feel you squeeze around me when you come
McKay: Would you be loud for me, or would you try to stay quiet like a good girl?
Victoria moaned softly, legs spreading as her hand moved faster between her thighs. The memory of Santos teasing her about McKay's 'good girl voice' flashed through her mind and only made her wetter.
Victoria: I'd try to be quiet... but I don't think I could. Not with you.
Victoria: I want you to make me come with your mouth while I pull your hair.
Victoria: I've touched myself thinking about that before.
McKay: Jesus Christ
McKay: I'm so fucking turned on right now
McKay: I want you on your back, legs over my shoulders while I fuck you with my tongue. I'll take my time with you
Victoria's breathing was ragged, her hips rocking gently into her hand as she chased the building pleasure. She was aching, desperate to come already.
Victoria: I want that.
Victoria: Please stop holding back.
McKay: I want to. More than you know
McKay: I want to ruin you for anyone else
This pushed Victoria over the edge. Her breath caught sharply as heat exploded low in her belly. Her fingers moved faster, slick and frantic, circling her swollen clit with desperate strokes. She rocked her hips up into her hand, thighs trembling and chasing the edge that McKay had driven her toward with every word.
"Fuck- Cassie..." she whispered breathlessly into the dark room, eyes squeezed shut.
The orgasm slammed into her. Her back arched off the bed as intense feeling ripped through her body in pulses. One hand fisting the sheets while the other kept working between her legs, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure. A choked moan escaped her throat before she could bite it back.
Victoria collapsed back against the mattress, chest heaving, skin flushed and damp with sweat. She kept lazily stroking herself through the lingering aftershocks, too sensitive but unwilling to stop completely.
The texts stopped for a few minutes. She lay there catching her breath, staring up at the ceiling with hazy and unfocused eyes.
The one final message came through.
McKay: We shouldn't be doing this
McKay: But I don't want to stop
The next few days were pure torture.
During shifts, McKay was painfully professional - overly so sometimes. She avoided lingering touches, kept her voice neutral when giving instructions, and barely made eye contact. But every now and then Victoria would catch her staring from across the trauma bay, eyes dark and conflicted. The second Victoria noticed, McKay would look away like she'd been burned.
The regret was obvious.
Victoria could feel it simmering between them. McKay had been the one to open the door with those late night texts. They had both said some filthy things that still made Victoria blush when she remembered them, and now she was trying to slam it shut again.
It was driving Victoria insane.
By the end of their third shift in a row together, the frustration had become unbearable. Every careful "Good work, Javadi" and every deliberate three feet of distance McKay kept between them felt like a slap. Victoria was wound so tight she felt like she might snap.
So she made a decision. A Trinity Santos shaped decision.
Victoria's skin was still buzzing from the scalding post-shift shower when she found herself standing in front of Trinity and Whitaker's door. Her hair was damp, curling at the ends, and she'd thrown on soft black sweats and an oversized Pitt Med hoodie that did nothing to hide how tightly wound she felt. She didn't let herself overthink it. She just knocked.
The door opened a few seconds later.
Trinity stood there in a worn black band tee that clung to her chest and a pair of loose grey athletic shorts riding low on her hips. Her dark hair was messy, like she'd been running her fingers through it, and her eyebrows rose in geniune surprise when she saw Victoria.
"Crash," Trinity said, surprised but not displeased. Her voice was low and a little rough from the late hour. "Didn't expect to see you."
Victoria didn't waste time on pleasantries. She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. Trinity closed the door behind her, the soft click still loud in the quiet apartment. Whitaker was clearly out - Thank God.
"I've been thinking about what you said," Victoria started, turning to face her. Her voice came out steadier than she felt.
Trinity leaned back against the closed door, arms loosely crossed under her chest, head tilted as she studied Victoria with dark, amused eyes. "Have you now?"
She let the silence stretch just long enough to make Victoria's pulse thrum. Then she pushed off the door and moved in closer, stopping just inside Victoria's personal space. Close enough that Victoria could smell the faint scent of Trinity's body wash and the warmth of her skin.
"And which part exactly have you been thinking about?" Trinity asked, voice dropping into that teasing register Victoria had come to crave. "The part where I offered to help make McKay jealous... or the part where I said I'd be more than happy to fuck you while we're at it?"
Victoria's breath hitched. Heat pooled low in her belly. She secretly loved this, how Trinity never let her hide, how she always pushed just enough to make Victoria squirm.
Trinity's smirk returned, but she didn't close the distance. She waited, eyes flicking over Victoria's face like she was savouring every flicker of embarassment and want.
"You've been avoiding me for days," Trinity continued softly, almost conversationally, as she reached out and lightly tugged the drawstring of Victoria's hoodie. "And now you show up at my door in the middle of the night looking all freshly showered and tense. What's a girl supposed to think, huh?"
Victoria swallowed hard. Trinity's fingers brushed the front of her hoodie again, casual and light, nowhere near enough. It was maddening. Victoria could feel herself getting wet just from the teasing tone and the way Trinity was looking at her like she already knew exactly how this was going to end.
"I'm tired of pretending I don't want this too." Victoria admitted, voice barely above a whisper. Her heart was pounding.
Trinity hummed. She tilted her head, letting her gaze drag slowly down Victoria's body and back up again. "You sure?"
Victoria answered by kissing her.
It wasn't soft or hesitant. It was months of pent up want, confusion, and frustration poured into one desperate kiss. Trinity made a surprised sound against her mouth before kissing her back, her hands sliding into Victoria's hair as she pushed her back against the wall.
"Fuck," Trinity muttered between kisses, nipping at Victoria's bottom lip. "You really are done waiting, aren't you?"
"Shut up," Victoria breathed, tugging at Trinity's shirt. "Just touch me."
The moment their lips came back together, Trinity's restraint snapped. Her hands were suddenly everywhere - greedy, restless, like she couldn't decide where she needed to touch Victoria most. One hand slid into Victoria's damp hair, gripping just tight enough to tilt her head as Trinity deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against hers with a low, hungry sound. The other hand immediately dropped to Victoria's waist, pulling her flush against her body.
"Fuck, Vic," Trinity muttered against her mouth, barely breaking the kiss. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to get my hands on you."
She walked them backwards toward the bedroom without ever stopping. Her palms roamed constantly, slipping under the hem of Victoria's hoodie to stroke her lower back, then sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. Every few steps she'd pull Victoria tighter, grinding their hips together.
By the time they reached the bedroom, Victoria's hoodie was already halfway off. Trinity yanked it the rest of the way and tossed it aside, immediately filling her hands with Victoria's bare breasts. She groaned softly, thumbs circling her nipples as she backed Victoria up against the edge of the bed.
"God, you're so fucking soft," Trinity breathed, leaning down to kiss and bite along Victoria's neck. she couldn't stop touching her, her palms gliding down Victoria's ribs, over her stomach, hooking into the waistband of her sweatpants and pushing them down together with her panties in one impatient motion.
Victoria stepped out of the fabric, completely naked now. Trinity made an appreciative sound and spun them, pushing Victoria down onto the bed. She followed immediately, crawling over her, mouth latching onto one of Victoria's nipples while her hands continued their relentless exploration. Her fingers teased along the inside of Victoria's thighs, then stroked upward to cup her soaked pussy, two fingers gliding through her folds.
"So wet already," Trinity murmured against her, voice thick with satisfaction. She rubbed slow, firm circles over Victoria's clit, then dipped lower, teasing her entrance before sliding back up again. "You really did come here desperate for me, huh?"
Victoria whimpered, hips rolling into Trinity's hand. Every touch felt electric. Trinity kissed her way down Victoria's body, but even then her hands stayed on her, gripping her hips to hold her in place as she settled between her spread thighs. She looked up at Victoria with dark, heated eyes, then dragged her tongue slowly up her slit.
Victoria cried out, back arching. Trinity moaned at the taste and buried her face deeper, licking and sucking with enthusiasm while her hands continued roaming. She reach up to squeeze Victoria, pinching her nipples lightly, then slid her hands down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against her mouth.
"Trinity. Fuck- " Victoria gasped, one hand fisting the sheets, the other tangling in Trinity's dark hair.
Trinity hummed against her, the vibration pulling another broken moan from Victoria's throat. She slid two fingers inside her without warning, curling them while her mouth focused on her clit. Her free hand kept stroking Victoria's stomach, her hip, her thigh.
Victoria came fast and hard, thighs shaking around Trinity's head, a loud cry tearing from her throat. Trinity worked her through it, fingers pumping slowly, tongue gentling but never leaving her.
When Victoria finally slumped back, panting, Trinity crawled back up her body, kissing and licking a path upward. She hovered over her, just like in her dream. "You taste so fucking good," Trinity whispered against her lips. Her hands roamed restlessly over Victoria's sides and thighs. "I could eat you out for hours."
But it wasn't enough. There was only one thing burning in Victoria's mind now.
"Can you," she panted, chest heaving. Trinity raised an eyebrow, waiting. Victoria pushed the nerves aside as she asked, "the strap-on. Use it. Please."
Trinity's eyes flashed with delight. "You sure?" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Victoria nodded, she was so sure. Trinity moved to retrieve the purple strap-on from her closet. She took her time buckling it on, slicking the length with lube while watching Victoria with hungry eyes.
When she climbed back onto the bed, Victoria was already subconsciously spreading her legs wider, welcoming.
She rubbed the thick head of the toy up and down Victoria's soaked folds, teasing her. Trinity pressed the head against her entrance and pushed in slowly, easing her in gently. Victoria gripped the bedsheets as she worked herself through the slight pain, wanting to take as much as Santos would give her.
"Tell me you want it," Trinity murmured, leaning down to kiss her again, one hand sliding up to cup Victoria's breast.
"I want it," Victoria breathed, rolling her hips up desperately. "Please, Trinity- "
Trinity groaned and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, hands gripping Victoria's waist like she was afraid she might disappear. Eventually, Trinity bottomed out, and Victoria let out a moan at the realisation that the whole length was inside her. The stretch was perfect - full and overwhelming in the best way. Victoria moaned loudly, nails digging into Trinity's shoulders.
"God, you take it so well," Trinity groaned, starting to move. Of course, Trinity Santos could do dirty talk. She slid her palms up Victoria's sides to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She rolled her hips in a slow, deep grind. "Look at you. So fucking pretty like this."
Victoria could only moan in response, legs wrapping high around Trinity's waist as the strap dragged against that perfect spot inside her. Trinity's hands were relentless: sliding up her stomach to grab her breasts, then down again to spread her thighs wider. She couldn't stop touching.
Trinity leaned down, sucking one of Victoria's nipples into her mouth while her hips started a steady, filthy rhythm. "Been thinking about this for months," she groaned against her skin, nipping lightly. "Every time you looked at McKay like you wanted her to ruin you... God, I wanted to bend you over and fuck you until you couldn't think of anyone but me."
Trinity brushed close to Victoria's face with a grin, voice rough against her ear. "Bet McKay wishes she could see you right now. All desperate on my cock."
The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through Victoria. Trinity noticed immediately. Victoria's head fell back against the pillow, a broken moan spilling from her lips as Trinity drove into her.
"Trinity- fuck- harder," Victoria gasped.
"Yeah? You like thinking about her while I fuck you?" Her pace turned deeper, but so slow. "We could share you, you know. Pass you back and forth between us... or fuck you at the same time. You'd look so fucking hot stretched around the both of us."
The words alone nearly sent Victoria over the edge again. The image was too much.
Trinity took great pleasure in being able to affect Victoria with words, even if she were talking about Dr McKay. She wanted to keep it going, to make Victoria flushed everywhere. So, a particularly inappropriate thought crossed her mind, and before she could really think it through she was already talking aloud.
Trinity grinned wickedly, still thrusting steadily. "Bet McKay's losing her mind right now thinking about you. Wondering if you're in my bed getting fucked exactly like this." She gave a harder thrust that made Victoria cry out.
"You know what would get her really jealous?" Trinity spoke. Victoria nodded, pleading Trinity to continue. "If she knew what we were doing right now," she grunted with a particularly deep thrust. "We should call her. Let her hear how pretty you sound when you're taking my cock."
Trinity's hips stuttered for half a second before a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips over Victoria's reaction. Closing her eyes and furrowing her eyebrows, Victoria clenched hard around the strap at the suggestion. The idea sent a fresh rush of arousal through her.
Santos reached to grab her phone from the nightstand but was stopped by Victoria's hand who pushed her away. Trinity nodded, understanding that the idea was pushing this too far, until Victoria reached blindly toward the end of the bed, fumbling for her own phone. Victoria found McKay's contact, hit call, and switched it to speaker before dropping the phone onto the pillow beside her head.
Trinity was dumbfounded by Victoria's boldness. She hadn't actually thought the other girl would do it. Neither of them were really thinking rationally about the consequences this could have. It was so messed up, but it only seemed to turn both of them on more. Trinity picked up her pace, knowing it would inevitably make it harder for Victoria to speak.
It rang once. Twice.
McKay picked up on the third ring, voice cautious. "Victoria?"
"I'm sorry," Victoria moaned brokenly as Trinity drove into her again, hard. "I know you don't feel the same-"
"I do feel the same," Cassie cut in, voice instantly rough with shock. "Of course I want you. But I can't, Vic. I feel so guilty-"
That was all the confirmation Trinity needed apparently, as she leaned down closer to the phone. "You're always complaining about how little you're getting laid, McKay!" she called out, loud enough to be heard clearly. "Opportunity's right here!"
There was a stunned silence on the other end. Trinity shocked herself a little bit with that too. Victoria was somewhere in between incredibly turned on, embarrassed, and shocked that this situation was even playing out.
Then disbelievingly, McKay hesitantly asked "Vadi...are you with fucking Santos right now?"
Victoria's head fell back again as Trinity hit that perfect spot over and over, her hands still greedily exploring. She didn't know if she could last much longer.
"Actually," she gasped, voice breaking. "Santos is fucking me right now."
Cassie's sharp inhale was audible through the speaker.
Trinity grinned wickedly, still thrusting deep. "It's okay, McKay. We were just talking about you."
After a long pause, McKay's voice came back low and edged with heat. "...How does she feel, Santos?"
Trinity groaned. Fuck. She was playing along. She kept one hand kneading Victoria's breast, pinching and rolling her nipple, while the other slid down to rub firm circles over her clit. "So fucking good. She's so wet. You should hear the noises she makes when I hit it just right."
Cassie let out a low, shaky moan. "Fingers or is she taking something bigger?"
Victoria flushed, almost with embarrassment. It only made her burn hotter, the two women talking about her while she was in this state.
Trinity let out a soft chuckle. Oh, she was having fun with this too. "I got her a purple strap-on as a housewarming gift. She tried to give it back... but I'm putting it to real good use right now."
McKay made a disapproving little tsk that somehow sounded dirty all on its own. "Vic, you are so ungrateful." Her voice dropped, rough and commanding. "Baby, are you making it up to Trinity now?"
The pet name hit Victoria like a spark. She whimpered loudly, clenching hard around the thick toy. Trinity's hips stuttered for a second, clearly affected, before she recovered and started fucking her with renewed intensity. Her hands gripped Victoria's waist tightly, thumbs stroking over her hipbones as she fucked Victoria deep.
"Answer her," Trinity huffed, leaning down to bite Victoria's neck while her hands continued roaming.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Victoria gasped, voice wrecked. "I'm taking it so deep-"
McKay's voice dropped even lower. "Good girl."
Trinity raised her eyebrows at Victoria, a knowing I-told-you-so look playing on her face. It was quickly wiped off when Cassie continued. "I want you to let Santos fuck you nice and hard for me. Can you do that?"
Both Victoria and Trinity moaned at the same time.
Trinity's eyed widened slightly. She looked surprised by how much McKay's authoritative tone was affecting her. It sent a shiver down her spine, which only seemed to spur her on further in fucking Victoria into the bed.
"Shit," Trinity muttered under her breath, clearly rattled.
Cassie kept going, voice velvet and commanding. "Tell me how she feels, Vadi. Is she fucking you as well as you imagined?"
"So good," Victoria whimpered, legs wrapping tighter around Trinity's waist. Her mind was swimming. "She's so deep- hitting everything."
McKay hummed approvingly. "Santos... be rough with her. I think she'll like it."
Trinity's breath hitched audibly. She obeyed without thinking, reaching up to roll Victoria's nipple between her fingers and tugging while driving into her harder, letting one hand slide up to wrap around her throat for a moment before moving back down to squeeze again. The fact that she was following McKay's orders so easily seemed to both annoy her and turn her on.
"Fuck," Trinity hissed, voice strained. "You're really getting off on this, McKay?"
Cassie let out a dark little laugh. "You have no idea." Her voice softened. "Vic, tell Santos how often you've thought about both of us fucking you." Victoria didn't know if it was an assumption, but she hoped Cassie actually knew that Vic wanted them both.
Her mind nearly short-circuited trying to find words. "All the time- God, I want you both- "
Trinity's hips snapped forward sharply at the confession, a low, surprised groan escaping her. She was breathing harder now, clearly enjoying the thrill of this situation.
McKay's next words were calm. "That's right. How about next time, baby, I can fuck you just like Santos is right now and she can sit on your pretty face. I want to hear you moaning into her every time I bottom out inside you."
Next time.
"Ohmygod- ohmygod-" Victoria couldn't contain herself anymore. "Jesus Christ," Trinity cursed, voice breaking. Her usual cocky control was slipping. She gripped Victoria's hips harder and started fucking her with deeper strokes. "Keep talking, McKay. Fuck. She's so close."
"Vic... baby, are you going to come for her?" McKay asked, coaxing.
Victoria moaned loudly, nodding even though Cassie couldn't see her. "Yes- fuck, Cassie-"
Trinity leaned down, pressing her body flush against Victoria's, still buried deep and she ground into her. One hand stayed between them, rubbing Victoria's clit in fast circles while the other tangled in her hair. She pulled hard.
"Come on, Crash," Trinity teased against her ear. "Let McKay hear how pretty you sound when you come on my cock."
Victoria arched, "Fuck- ohmygod- Trinity-"
She came with a broken cry of both their names, thighs shaking violently around Trinity's waist as the orgasm crashed through her. Trinity kept fucking her through it, hands stroking and squeezing every inch of her trembling body, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure.
Victoria's body was still trembling with aftershocks when McKay's breathing became noticeably heavier on the line.
"Good girl," Cassie murmured, the praise hitting Victoria like another ripple of pleasure. "Vadi," Cassie continues, voice filled with satisfaction. "you better return the favour to Trinity now. Make sure you do a good job." A small pause. "You can tell me about it later."
Then the line went dead.
The sudden silence in Trinity's bedroom felt louder than the call had been. Victoria lay on her back, chest heaving, skin flushed and slick with sweat. The purple strap-on was still buried deep inside her, Trinity's hips pressed close against her own. Trinity's dark eyes were wide, pupils blown, her usual smirk replaced by something hungry.
"Fuck," Trinity breathed, slightly out of breath. "She actually hung up."
Victoria swallowed, her heart still racing. The reality of what they'd just done - what she'd done - hit her in a rush. But instead of shame, all she felt was heat. The overwhelming urge to give Trinity even half of what she'd just received.
She reached up, grabbed the back of Trinity's neck, and pulled her down into a messy kiss. "Your turn," she whispered against her mouth.
Trinity let out a surprised laugh that turned into a groan when Victoria rolled them, the strap slipping free with a wet sound that made both of them shudder. Victoria instantly missed the feeling of being full. Trinity shuffled out of the harness, leaving her in her boxers. Victoria settled on top, straddling Trinity's hips, and looked down at her.
Trinity Santos, usually all sharp smirks and teasing, looked wrecked. Lips swollen, hair a wild mess across the pillow, chest rising and falling under the band t-shirt that had somehow stayed on until now. Victoria took pride that this version of Trinity was all because of her. Well, her and McKay.
Victoria tugged at the hem of Santos's t-shirt. "Off."
Trinity arched an eyebrow, but lifted her arms. The shirt came up and over her head, and Victoria's breath caught at the sight. Trinity's breasts were full and flushed, nipples dark and peaked. And through each one ran a sleek silver barbell, the metal catching the low lamplight. Of course.
"Oh my god," Victoria whispered, eyes wide. Her fingers hovered, then brushed lightly over one pierced nipple. Trinity hissed, hips jerking up instinctively. Victoria could feel the rush of wetness return between her thighs.
"You have nipple piercings," Victoria said. She'd never seen anything like it up close. The silver bars looked obscene against Trinity's smooth skin, the slight swelling from arousal making them stand out even more. "Holy shit, Santos"
Trinity gave a breathless chuckle. "Surprise, Crash. You gonna stare or- fuck- " Victoria leaned down and dragged her tongue over one barbell.
Victoria closed her lips around the pierced nipple and sucked. The metal was warm from Trinity's body. She flicked her tongue against the bar, feeling Trinity's back arch off the bed, a low, filthy moan tearing from her throat.
"Sensitive?" Victoria murmured, switching to the other nipple. She caught the barbell gently between her teeth and tugged, just enough to test.
"Jesus- yes," Trinity gasped, one hand flying into Victoria's hair. "Fuck, you're a quick learner."
Victoria smiled against her skin, emboldened. She spent long minutes there, licking, sucking, and playing with the piercings until Trinity was writhing beneath her, thighs pressing restlessly together. Victoria could feel how wet Trinity was, the heat of her soaking through her black boxers.
She kissed her way down Trinity's stomach, mimicking Trinity's earlier movements, hooking her fingers into the waistband of the boxers and dragging them down. Trinity lifted her hips to help, then spread her legs without prompting, one knee falling wide.
Victoria settled between them, staring. Trinity was glistening and swollen. Victoria's mouth watered. "You don't have to- " Trinity started, voice strained.
"I want to," Victoria cut her off. She leaned in and dragged her tongue up the length of Trinity's slit in one slow, broad stroke.
Trinity's moan was loud and broken. "Fuck, Vic-"
Victoria did it again, firmer this time, then circled her clit with the flat of her tongue. She was clumsy at first - eager but inexperienced - but Trinity's reactions guided her. Every gasp, every roll of her hips, every tug on her hair told her exactly what felt good. She slid two fingers inside Trinity and curled them, searching.
"Right there- shit, just like that," Trinity panted. Her voice had lost all teasing edge. She sounded desperate. "Don't stop. God, your mouth- "
Victoria sucked her clit between her lips and flicked her tongue rapidly while thrusting her fingers deeper. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room. Trinity's thighs started to tremble around her head. Victoria looked up without stopping, wanting to see her face.
Trinity was watching her with dark, glassy eyes, lips parted, one hand gripping the sheets and the other tangled in Victoria's hair. "You look so fucking good like this," Trinity managed.
Victoria moaned at the words, the vibration pulling another sharp cry from Trinity. Feeling bold, Victoria added a third finger before fucking her harder. Trinity's back bowed. "Vic- fuck- I'm gonna- "
Vic. Victoria's sure she's never heard Trinity say her name before tonight, nevermind like this.
She came with a guttural groan, hips bucking against Victoria's face, inner walls clamping down rhythmically around her fingers. Victoria kept going through it, easing her pressure but not stopping until Trinity was shuddering and pushing weakly at her head.
"Too much- holy shit- "
Victoria finally pulled back, lips shiny, breathing hard. She crawled up Trinity's body and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself. Trinity kissed back like she was starving, hands roaming over Victoria's back and ass, pulling her closer.
When they broke apart, Trinity laughed shakily, brushing damp hair out of Victoria's face. "Jesus, Crash. Where the hell did that come from?"
Victoria smiled, a little shy but mostly proud. "Wanted to make you feel as good as you made me."
Trinity's eyes softened, then darkened again as she rolled them so she was back on top. She pushed Victoria to turn over onto her stomach so that she could drag her hips upwards, Victoria's ass flush with Trinity's front, her hands resting on her hips. Trinity reached down between them, fingers sliding through Victoria's folds.
"Good," she spoke, voice low and promising. "Because we're not done. I gotta give you something really good to tell McKay."
Victoria shivered, already aching again.
Trinity grinned, wicked warm. "Maybe next time she won't hang up."