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softquietsteadylove · 1 year ago

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For the Doctor AU:

The… “aftermath” of their date, if you know what I mean… 🔥

They're making out like teenagers, stumbling in her door.

Obviously the date went well.

Gil kicks the door closed, still kissing her like he's being shipped off in the morning never to return. In reality, they both have 24 hours before they're on call again, if all goes smoothly.

"Gil," Thena whimpers, her arms around his neck he presses her back against the door. He's way too good at this. "Gil!"

"Hm?" he stops, tearing himself away from her in a grand effort. Her lip colour is all over him.

She laughs, reaching up to wipe it off his lips (not that it isn't a great colour on him). She shakes her head, "just...slow down. I'm not going anywhere."

"S-Sorry," he turns pink, contrasting the lip stain on him nicely. He helps her swipe it away and then swipes at the corners of her lips, too. "Got, uh, excited, I guess."

There is something always so sweet and endearing about him. Thena grins; if she had been nervous at all about finally going on an actual date, that was put to rest. "It's been a long couple of weeks."

Since their last...tryst.

He just nods, looking at her in a way that makes her need to look away from him. She looks over at the flowers he brought her when he picked her up. She stuck them in her fruit bowl with cold water because it turns out that she doesn't own a flower vase.

"Should I say goodnight?"

She looks up at him again. Of course he would ask that--give her the option. They were making out like he was going to fuck her against the door just a second ago. She shakes her head.

He leans down and kisses her again, gently and slowly this time. Not that she needs a special 'first time' treatment, or anything. It's far from their first time for...anything.

First real date, maybe. And it went smoothly, because it's still them. Although there's this fluttering sensation that's been happening more and more and more. And it started well before the sex did.

Thena throws her arms around his neck again, kissing him more fervently. He accepts and she pushes her tongue between his lips.

Gil moans as he tastes her, and the rumble of his chest against hers makes her brain see new colours. He holds her so gently, like she's this very precious thing.

She pushes closer, tugging at the lapels of his jacket in no particular direction. But it's in her way, regardless.

"Yeah?" he asks briefly, between their breathy, open kisses.

"Yeah," she confirms, nudging them in the direction of her bedroom. It's been a long couple of weeks indeed.

"C'mere," Gil mutters as he hoists her up, holding her by the waist and supporting her legs as they wind around him. He enters her room backwards, kicking the door closed again.

Thena pulls him with her. She pushes his jacket off his shoulders while also trying to keep kissing him. It's not exactly ergonomic.

"Hey," he chuckles, leaning up so he can remove it more easily. He looks down at her, and her impatient pouting. "I'm not going anywhere."

"What if I do want you going," her eyes run over him for a second, "somewhere."

He raises an eyebrow at her, looking awfully cool about it. He starts unbuttoning his shirt (maybe he's too patient). "Where do you want me?"

Her toes curl, and she clamps her lips closed before she can say something completely vulgar. He smirks at her visible restraint and tosses his shirt off before gripping his belt. "I'll surprise you."

Thena shudders as he kneels against the foot of her bed, trailing his hand from the strap of her heel up her calf to her thigh. She bites her lip as he hooks his finger into the top of her thigh-high stocking. He drags it down, making sure she can feel his finger against her skin the whole duration. His other hand is pulling her heel off.

"Did I tell you?" he asks all of a sudden, as if he's reminding her about a work schedule or a supply notice. He grins, though, tossing the stocking aside and letting his hand drift up her leg again. "You look stunning."

Yes, he did tell her that. And it made her bright red the first time and this time is no different. She looks away, "you might have mentioned it."

"Good," he chuckles, dragging the other stocking down with much less protraction. "Not that I could ever say it enough."

Thena lifts her hips as he starts dragging her dress up her body. She should have guessed Gil would be really into this part of things. She's never been much of a fan of it with her exes, but-

"Hey."

She opens her eyes, looking down at him poised between her legs. She resists the urge to tug her dress down.

"Try to relax," he says in that gentle, work-husband voice she's used to. His finger hooks into the side of her panties, "you're in good hands, Doc."

She almost chastises him for the cliche joke, but she doesn't get the chance as he runs his tongue over her. She slaps her hand over her mouth as some kind of completely new sound tears out of her.

Gil is capable of unwavering focus. He runs his tongue along her lips and through ever fold and crease he can find. Once that's done, he focuses on the little pearl of nerves presented to him. Actually, he knows her better than that, so he knows to focus his attention right above it, otherwise it's too much for her.

Thena groans into her palm and up at the ceiling. He's massaging the hood of her clit as he pushes two fingers into her, and she's already far beyond being able to speak coherently. "Fuck!"

"Let it out, baby," he says roughly against the inside of her thigh. He leaves a kiss there, but she knows he's grinning like a maniac.

She whines a bit as that feeling builds from below her belly to a burn in her chest. She doesn't like getting eaten out...didn't--she didn't like getting eaten out before. She should have known Gil was different in this way, too.

She brings her legs together and rolls onto her side, gripping the closest pillow she can as she comes. Her hips tremble and she bites into her lip as a string of appreciative noises escapes her.

Gil kisses up her back to her bare shoulder, pulling his fingers out gently. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, "you good?"

She presses her face into the sheets as she lets out a moan. She is so very, very good.

Gil licks his fingers clean - unnecessarily and embarrassingly loudly - before moving his hands to hers. He gently works to unclench her fists from around her already messy sheets. "Honey?"

Thena pushes her hips back against his, earning a groan from him for her efforts. She points to the far nightstand, "top drawer."

Gil heeds her, giving up on forcing her to look at him in all her glowing glory. He opens the drawer and gives the box of condoms a shake, "full box?"

She still doesn't look at him, "like I'd be using them by myself?"

She hears him shimmy back over to her on the bed. He leans down and kisses the back of her head. She whines again, "are you going to fuck me, or not?"

He accepts her raised hips, letting her push back into him as he rolls the condom on. He reaches up and pulls her dress zipper down, exposing the pale of her back and the strap of her bra. "Matching set?"

"I told you to let me get ready," she mutters in reply. In reality, half of that time was actually finding a set that was cute but not too desperate seeming.

Gil leans over her back to whisper closer to her ear, "are you?...ready?"

She nods as he helps her toss the dress aside, both of them naked and already finely sheened with sweat.

"Actually..."

"What now?" she glares back at him. He's going to be patient about this?!

He pulls her hair over her shoulder, kissing the base of her neck, "I wanna see that pretty face, Thena."

Again with those sweet words. She huffs, "you don't have to say things like that."

"Like what?" He can be a real tease sometimes. He chuckles he helps her roll over and slips a pillow behind her lower back. "That I wanna see how beautiful you are when I make love to you?"

Exactly like that. Thena rolls her eyes at him, so it won't seem like she's feeling shy after such corny compliments. Her chest is flushed rouge anyway. "Yes."

"Okay, I won't say it," he chuckles and leans down to kiss her again.

Her mouth drops open as he pushes into her. She almost forgot what it felt like to have him in her like this. But she could never forget that.

"You can feel it."

She digs her nails into his back, mostly so he stops talking and she can focus on how fucking good she feels. He moves gently at first, and she hooks one of her legs up around his back. "Fuck, Gil."

"Thena," he growls back, his hands moving endlessly between holding her hips and running through her hair and palming her breast.

She pulls them up to her breasts, which bounce and ripple with every slap of their hips coming together. He gets a handful of them, but his touch is both firm but gentle. She can feel the callouses on his hands as they move against her nipples.

"Thena, honey," he grunts as he picks up speed. He's always more vocal when they're fucking - making love, apparently - and she doesn't mind it at all.

Not that she wants to tell him that she likes it when he calls her stupid pet names and tells her she looks pretty and kisses her cheek in the morning. All the things she swore she didn't need in her life--too busy for them.

Now she craves Gil like the air she breathes.

"Gil," she whimpers, clawing at him, needing him closer as if he's not buried within her completely. They're as connected as can be and she still wants more--that's how down bad she is. "Baby, please!"

He grips her hips and pulls her up and smashes their hips together. He leans over her, coarse hair grinding against her clit with every movement. She can see the flush in his skin and how tight his throat is. He cradles her cheek in his palm, "right here, baby, all for you."

Fuck, does he ever make a mess of her.

"Gil!"

Thena comes first, crashing down and around him like a wave engulfs the shoreline. Her whole body tenses around him, from her insides to her legs wrapped around his hips to her nails on his back. She clings to him.

Gil lets her. He smashes their lips together and his hips buck a few times as he follows her into bliss. He stays close, whether because she keeps clawing him closer or because he also wants to be no more than a breath apart from her.

Thena tries to hold onto him but everything goes soft. Her arms lose their muscle and she flops to the bed, panting for breath and her hair spread around her.

Gil leans down to kiss her before lying beside her with a groan. He pulls her into his chest. "Baby?--you doin' okay?"

Thena lets go of her pride completely, purring as he cuddles her in his arms. She snuggles as close as she possibly can, which is already embarrassing enough. "Hm, I'm...I...I'm...yeah."

Gil chuckles, but he doesn't ask her what she was trying to say. She has no idea either, anyway. Probably just about to sing his praises in a way he would tease her about later. He rubs her back and runs his finger up and down her arm. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she sighs, more sated than she can ever remember being. She really thought it would be the same as when they fuck in an on-call room, but she couldn't have been more wrong, she realises.

Gil kisses her forehead and starts moving around, but she's way too out of it to think about what he's doing. He could literally run a bath and sponge her off and she doesn't think she'd be aware of it.

"I'll be right back, sweetie," he kisses her cheek as he stands from the bed. He doesn't need direction; he knows where everything is.

"Hurry back," she mumbles, still a pile of goo in her own bed. She'll pull herself together when he gets back, she thinks. She just has to...recover.

They'll have to go on dates more often.