Garsantos1
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“Like, what if I can’t do this? What if I just can’t fucking do this.”
Garcia doesn’t know what to say so she puts a light hand on Santos’s back, and when she doesn’t reject the touch, Garcia starts to move it up and down and up and down, slow and steady and gentle as she closes the distance between their chairs and leans in close so she can keep her voice low.
“Trinity,” she murmurs, “we both know that’s not true.”
Santos shakes her head again and chokes out an empty laugh. “Fuck off,” she manages, but without any bite behind it, and her bouncing knee is starting to lose steam.
“Make me,” Garcia replies without missing a beat.
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“Don’t waste your time trying to be me,” Yolanda said. “I still see light in your eyes. Don’t let that flicker away.”
“Then, stay.”
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After a particularly rough shift, Trinity tries to find comfort in Yolanda after sex. Yolanda tries to find comfort in leaving her behind.
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Santos had a really shit week. She ruined her chances at getting with the hot surgeon and perhaps more importantly, there was the MCI. Like she used to in medical school, she decides to check out the local kink club for some easy stress relief but ends up running into the exact woman she had been trying to avoid.
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Character study through kinky fucking
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“Are you sure that you want to do this?” Yolanda asked as they took their shoes off by the door. “You’ve been quiet since I suggested it.”
“I’m sure,” Trinity said, because despite her nerves, the thought of being the one to take Yolanda apart for a change was intoxicating. “I was just surprised since usually you like to be the one in charge.”
Yolanda raised her brows, “Who said you’re going to be in charge? I just asked you to wear the strap.”
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She finds that sleeping with Garcia has done nothing to satiate the hunger— in fact, it has only intensified it. As Santos stares into the washed-out paint of the ceiling of her room, she mulls over the silence of these past weeks and curses her for rousing this itch, only to never scratch it again.
(Sequel to 'drink me warm, at your rhythm')
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- Part 2 of the dog in the manger