Scraps from Operation:blp

by justanotherspine

Summary:

This consists of deleted scenes and bonus chapters that I never posted with the original story!!

Enjoyyyyy

Notes:

reminder: these are scrapped and are not edited. There will be mistakes and grammar issues so just keep that in mind :)

Chapter 1

Notes:

This was right after they went lingerie shopping, and while I really liked this chapter and how hot it was… I felt like it wasn’t fitting with the overall slow burn vibes I wanted soooooo it got scrapped

She’s startled from her podcast as a FaceTime call pops up from Mateo. She answers, snuggling further into her bed. It’s not uncommon for them to FaceTime at night now, especially if they hadn’t hung out much after work. And they hadn’t earlier that night, it had been so chaotic during their shift, everyone was exhausted and had all simultaneously agreed to just go home and sleep.

Mateo’s face greets her with a smile. “Hey Vic,” His voice is grumbly and sleepy.

“Hey Mateo, did you just wake up?” She shuffles, smiling softly at the screen. He’s always cute when he’s sleepy.

“Yeah,” His hum echos through her AirPods and if she could bottle the sound up to hear that sleepy groan whenever she could, she would. “Didn’t talk to you much today, missed talking to you.”

He’s shirtless, like always and his other arm is bent behind his head. She’s noticed it’s his go to position when he FaceTimes her, and it takes everything from her not to drool over his muscles.

She smiles giddily. “I missed talking to you too. Thanks for calling,” She whispers.

Mateo’s grin fills her screen and she resists the urge to screenshot it. She shuffles around, pushing the blankets off her.

He freezes on the screen, then slowly asks, “Vic… are you… naked?” His voice husks out.

A flustered feeling overtakes Victoria. She realizes that her led lights are set to low, and while they’re bright enough to see her face, it’d be easy to miss the straps on her shoulders. The straps of her sheer babydoll dress that Mateo had bought for her.

But in her panic in assuring Mateo that no, she was not naked. She tilted her camera down to allow her body in the frame before she could think about it. “No! No, oh my god. No, I’m wearing my nightie.”

Her body frames the little corner of her phone. Through the sheer fabric of her nightie, her dark nipples are visible, as well as the smooth skin of her stomach. Her lacy white underwear popped out from under the sheer fabric, cutting high onto her hips.

She squirms, rubbing her legs together and without meaning to, her breast also jostle. She can’t believe that she’s essentially flashing Mateo. But she doesn’t pan the camera up, his intense gaze giving her the confidence to keep the camera there.

“Is that,” His voice comes out lower and he gulps. “The one I bought you? The white one, with the pink bows?”

She hums and nods. Her hand slowly trails up her body, grazing her nipples to the two bows that line the strap. “Yeah,” She keeps thumbing the bows. “I’ve been wearing it to bed lately, it’s just… so comfortable.”

His breathing gets heavier as he bites his lip, and Victoria can feel her nipples hardening. She decides to get a little bolder and part her legs, causing the fabric to slip up to her hips and show the lace of her underwear.

A low groan comes through the phone. “It looks good on you Vic. Fuck, it looks great on you, baby.”

A small whimper escapes her mouth at the pet name. It’s the first time he’s called her anything other than ‘Vic’ and ‘Hon’. She bites her lips as she feels the lace pressing against her core getting wet. “Thank you Mateo,” She gasps out lightly. “Thanks for buying it for me, too.”

His eyes flash when she breathes out his name, they’re dark as they travel over the screen. The phone jostles as he moves the hand he had braced behind his head down to disappear below the camera. “You’re very welcome, Victoria.” Those muscles of his arm start tensing up. “Thanks for showing me how pretty it looks on you, Hon.”

She tries to swallow back her whimper at the praise and compliments, but a tiny mewl escapes. A light grunt comes from his end, and she’s hit with the realization that he might be… touching himself. She doesn’t think he’s actively jerking off since the phone isn’t jostling too much or the muscles of his arm aren’t moving too much. But he’s definitely palming himself or something of that nature.

She gently traces her fingertips from the bows back down her body, brushing her nipples again down the path to her hips. She thumbs the sheer fabric that frames her hips. The slick from her core grows and she feels more on edge. She’s masturbated before and never felt this turned on before. Just one dark look from him and she’s wet.

“This is one of my favorites,” She whispers, trailing over the lace of her panties now.

“Yeah?” He doesn’t even blink, his eyes are lidded now and his breathing is heavier. “What other ones are your favorite?”

She hums, feeling confident at how he’s responding to her. “The pink lace bodysuit that you snuck in my bag, the one with the roses.”

“I knew you would love that one,” He breathes out. “Knew it would look so fucking pretty on you.”

“I wear it under my scrubs sometimes at work.” She admits, eager to see his reaction.

His jaw clenches and his arm moves just once. “Yeah? You show anybody it yet?”

She smiles, catching onto a bit of jealousy from him. “No,” She whispers, taking her hand away from the fabric completely. She raises her arm over her head, arching her back slightly. “I wear it just for me.”

He grins. “Good girl,” He whispers and she lets out a whimper at the praise. His grin widens as a deep breath escapes him. He brings his hand back up to tuck under his head. He squeezes his eyes like he’s trying to control himself. “Tell me another one you like.”

She tilts her head, biting her lips. “The green set, with the pink lace details. It’s the most comfortable and…” She looks away, unsure if she should admit the next one.

He clocks her hesitation right away. “Don’t get all shy on me now, baby. Tell me.”

“Fuck,” She mutters as it feels like she’s soaking through her underwear at the pet name. She closes her thighs to try to get some relief, rubbing them together.

A groan comes from him, his eyes locked on the lower part of his screen. He’s biting his lips hard and his grin turns filthy as it becomes apparent what she’s doing.

“I- I like the crotchless body suit, the purple one with the ruffles on the sides. It makes me feel- feel sexy.” She rolls her lips together as she slowly moves the camera up to no longer show her thighs. She’s rubbing and tensing them so much, it feels too much to show him.

He doesn’t complain, just grins lazily at her. “Bet you look real sexy in it, too. Have you worn that one to work yet?”

Sharp jolts of pleasure ring through her at the feeling of the fabric rubbing her nipples with every breath she takes. “O-once. But I got too turned when I was wearing it, so I changed halfway through shift.”

“You got turned on by just wearing it?” His voice sounds like he’s in awe.

“Yeah,” She breathes out. “It’s such a taboo thing to wear under my scrubs and the feeling of the two strings digging into my pussy with every step I took was just… too much.”

He coos at her. “Oh, you were overstimulated, huh?” His voice is low and teasing, and it’s going right to her core. “Made you wanna go lock yourself into a stall and rub yourself until you came?”

She gasps and hums at his dirty words. Her eyes flash up to his, how did they get here from a simple phone call because they missed talking to each other.

“Did you?” He lowers his voice.

“What?”

“Did you find an empty room or stall and rub yourself until you came?” He grins at her gasp.

“N-no. We-we were too busy.”

He hums. “Do you… want to now?”

She stares wide eyed at the screen, her mouth slightly agape, she feels so off kilter right now. But she trusts Mateo, so slowly, she nods.

“What do you do, hon? What do you do to get yourself off?”

“I- I rub my clit.” She gasps out.

“Nothing else?”

“No,” She frowns in confusion.

He hums, biting his lips. His eyes drag down the screen again and she realizes that her nipples were still on display the whole time.

“Can you try something new for me?” He asks softly. “Only if you want to, hon. No pressure.” She nods, eager to hear what he has to say.

He smiles sweetly at her. “We’re going to hang up first, and you’ll take your time getting yourself off. Cause I can see you need it, hon. But when you are, I want you to rub those pretty nipples for me, Vic. I think you’ll like it.”

She rolls her lips in between her teeth as she becomes more aware of her nipples more than ever. “What- what will you do when we hang up?” She needs to know if he’s just as affected as she is.

He flips the camera around, and the view of his tented boxers fill the screen. His hand comes down to squeeze at it just before the camera flips back on him. His brows are scrunched as he groans. “I’m going to take care of this. Let me know how it was rubbing your pussy and nipples when you’re done, Vic.” He grins lazily at her.

“Okay,” She squeaks out.

He nods at her, breathing heavily before they both turn off their screens.

Victoria immediately reaches down underneath her panties to rub at her clit. She scoops some of the slick up to coat her clit, rubbing it slowly in circle motions.

She remembers Mateo’s request to rub her nipples, so she slowly moves her other hand to rub at one over the sheer fabric. The feeling is unlike anything she’s felt before and she just feels so sensitive from it.

It almost feels too sensitive and she debates stopping, but she trusts Mateo and has a feeling she’ll enjoy the end product. So, she keeps alternating between her nipples, rubbing at them. Then she pinches slightly at one and her whole body jolts. Fuck, that felt good.

She almost wishes she had his voice in her ear, guiding her along but even she knows that’s crossing the careful boundaries they set. Even tonight’s face time blurred those lines and that’s why they hung up. Masturbating together on screen would’ve just been… complicated.

But this… knowing that he’s also touching himself at the same time she is, it’s enough to keep her going. She quickens her pace on her clit and switches between pinches and rubs on her nipples.

She gasps as she feels the extra pressure against her core from playing with her nipples, it feels unreal and she’s soaring higher than she’s ever gone before.

She rubs harder on her clit and twists a nipple, imaging that it’s Mateo on top of her playing with her nipples and abusing her clit. The recollection of him calling her ‘Good girl’ in that low voice of his is what sends her over the edge. She feels her slick soak through her panties and stream down her thighs as she shakes from her orgasm. She takes heaving gasps as she continues slowly rubbing her clit, her other hand just squeezing her breast, prolonging her aftershocks.

She slowly removes her hands from her body, feeling so blissed out that she could fall asleep. But then her phone buzzes next to her and she remembers she was supposed to text Mateo.

Human Utah
Fuck, that was the hardest I’ve ever come
God, you don’t know what you do to me, Vic.
How are you?

Victoria
Feeling so blissed out
Never came like that before
I’m so soaked it’s unreal

Human Utah
Yeah? You liked rubbing those nipples?

Victoria
Can’t believe I never did before
Thanks for the tip, Mateo
Best advice ever, really

Human Utah
Fuck, glad I could help, hon
Clean yourself up and get some beauty sleep

Victoria
Nah, I think I’ll fall asleep like this

Human Utah
All messy and sticky?

Victoria
Yeah. I’d like to wake up with a reminder of tonight
of what your advice did to me

Human Utah
Fuck, that’s hot
Sleep well, baby

Chapter 2

Notes:

Soo this was slated to be around in the middle of the fic, after the fight with Mateo & Kian but I scrapped this bc I thought the angst was being drawn out too much and at the time of writing this, Vic hadn’t got her apt yet so there were a lot of logistics that I hadn’t figured out yet

(Before in car)
Mateo: “I’m jealous ok, Vic! I’m fucking jealous”
Vic: “Why? 1, I told you he and I just friends, 2, you have no right to be jealous! You’ve made it pretty clear you don’t want to date me.”
Mateo: “When the fuck did I make that clear?”
Vic: “When you said you don’t date coworkers”
Mateo: “Yeah, on the first day we met! I’d barely knew you for what, eight hours? It’s a lot different now.”
Vic: “Mateo, if you wanted to date me, we’d be dating. But we’re not.”
——
(Mateo undresses to shorts before getting in bed)

Victoria sighs as she sits by Mateo’s side with the first aid kit. She gathers the swabs of cotton and gently dabs the blood away from the cut on his lip. She cracks the ice pack and rests it on his slightly swollen eye.

“Mateo,” She sighs softly. “Why’d you do that?” She rests her hand on his neck, her thumb rubbing his jaw. The prickly feeling of his stubble feels soothing to her.

He groans lightly, shifting to rest his hand on her hip. “He pissed me off, saying shit he doesn’t know anything about.”

She hums, bringing her other hand to rest on his forearm. “Like what?”

His eyes bore into hers and he removes the ice pack from his face. “He accused me of not giving a shit about you,” His grip on her hip tightens. “You know that’s not true, Vic. God, Vic, I care about you so fucking much. I made mistakes but… I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this for anyone else before.”

Victoria hums again and scratches lightly at his jaw. His eyes flutter shut at the feeling and a pleased hum escapes him. “I believe you, Mateo.”

His brown eyes open slowly at her. “Will you stay? Please stay, Vic.” He whispers. “Stay with me tonight?”

She slowly nods and stands up to take her scrubs off, she refuses to sleep in these grimy scrubs. After she throws them to the floor, she’s left in her tank top and underwear. She slides her bra off, because there’s no way she’s sleeping with an uncomfortable bra digging into her skin. Mateo’s eyes never leave her as she undresses.

She slowly sits back down where she was and Mateo moves his hands back on her waist and gently pulls her into him. Their breaths mingle as she leans over him and he slowly twists her to lay on his other side, never breaking their closeness. A pleased feeling fills her body as he slots his leg in between hers. His hand hovers centimeters above her skin, his breath hitting her chin.

“Can I… can I touch you? Y-your skin- I just want to feel you? Wanna be close to you… Can I, Vic?” He noses under her jaw. “Please?”

Victoria takes in a shaky breath. It feels like it’s been forever since they’ve touched one another, or even been alone like this since their fight. “Y-yes,” She whispers against his forehead.

But his hand stays hovering over her skin, so she trails her hand up to press his hand onto the bare skin of her upper chest. Mateo slowly dips down lower to press featherlight kisses on her neck as his hand roams over her body, over her breasts, down her stomach, on her thighs, then back up to repeat the path over and over again.

Victoria breathes heavily at the tender moment, it’s not only just sexual tension hovering over them, but more so this relief that they’re finally letting their guard down around each other. They’re just existing together.

The feeling of his lips pressing on her skin continue down her throat onto her shoulders. On the next pass of his hand on her breasts, he curls his fingers over her shirt and ever so slowly pulls the hem down to show more of her cleavage. His kisses trail over each inch of skin revealed.

Victoria watches his ministrations with hooded lids, her hand tangling softly into his hair. He’s treating her with the most softness she’s ever seen from him, like she’s something so precious. And it takes her breath away. She’s never felt like she was precious to anyone before.

He skips over her breasts, hiking her shirt up to kiss down her stomach to her panties. His hands softly clutch at her waist. He pauses there for a moment, just breathing her in. Then he moves up to rest his head on her breasts, pressing his last kiss on her nipple that’s hardened under her shirt. His thumb rubs absentmindedly on her other nipple, but she knows he isn’t trying to work her up, but just wanting to simply touch her. Eventually, his breathing evens out as he drifts off to sleep, his thumb stilling on her nipple.

And Victoria stares up at the ceiling, wondering where they go from there. She wants so badly to be there for him, to be his. But she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to handle the heartbreak if he pulls away again.

Notes:

Also this is VERY NOT put together, you get a glimpse of how I set up scenes sometimes when I don’t have time to write the whole scene.

Chapter 3

Notes:

This is a bonus chapter!! Obvi I didn’t include it in the fic bc it wasn’t in Vic’s pov but here’s Dana’s POV as promised!! :)

Dana works at her station, running through her notes that the night charge nurse left her. Day shift starts in about fifteen minutes, and she eyes the room to see who’s here and not here yet.

Mostly everyone is… except for Javadi. She hums as she immediately pivots to find Mateo, knowing that the young girl is probably with him. Except, no. Mateo is sulking by the wall and isn’t talking much to Donnie and Princess who seem to be deep in conversation next to them.

Oh no. Her radar for drama is going off, and it’s loud as hell. She sighs heavily, willing the universe not to drag her into this. The universe does not listen to her, as McKay comes rushing up to her.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” The redhead directs at her.

Dana arches a brow. “Sure, shoot.”

“Right so, apparently Vic had a date last night-“ Mckay leans over the counter.

“A date, oooh, good for her.” Dana smiles.

McKay falters a bit. “Yes, yes. But you know, Mateo told me some things like… she’s looking to get rid of her virginity. She put it on a list, it’s a whole thing-“ She waves her hand around.

Dana nods slowly, it does kinda sound like a thing Javadi would do. The girl’s got goals, making a bucket list of sorts isn’t unheard of.

“Anyway, so we showed up to the date.“McKay says quickly. And Vic was pissed, like I mean reprimanding us like she’s our boss pissed-“

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dana holds a hand out, frowning. “You did what? You and who?”

“Uh, Donnie, Mateo, Princess, and I went to check up on her date. Only Mateo and I knew about the list thing.” She clarifies.

Dana briefly closes her eyes. Aaaaand now she knows why the energy was different this morning. They’d crashed Javadi’s date and are sulking that she didn’t like it.

“Breaking news, young girl doesn’t find it so cool when her coworkers crash her date.” Dana says in a deadpan tone, looking at McKay like are you fucking kidding me?

McKay blinks back once, like she hadn’t expected Dana to take Javadi’s side. “But, but she was making a mistake. We were trying to help her, make sure that she didn’t throw away her virginity just so she could check it off a list-“

Her voice is a little too loud for Dana’s taste and she quickly hushes her, looking around at whoever’s nearby. A couple of night shift nurses hadn’t left yet and were very obviously listening. Fucking great. She hates drama around here.

“Listen, McKay,” Dana takes a deep breath, while she can understand the urge to protect the youngest medical student, it is absolutely not their place to do so. “She’s young. She’s going to make mistakes- not saying that the situation was a mistake because, well, it’s her body. You had no right to tell her what she can or cannot do with her body.”

McKay goes to protest but Dana shuts her up with a withering glare and continues. “She’s figuring out life and social situations, she’s going to make mistakes. It’s just the way of life. And unless it’s something illegal or that will get her suspended from her program, let her make the mistakes, let her grow from them.”

McKay keeps her lips pursed and nods once, like she wants to say more but knows it’s not going to go in her favor.

Dana nods, looking back at her notes, then back up to her. “Did you really crash her date?”

At this McKay seems chastised. “Yeah.” She mumbles.

Dana rolls her eyes and eyes Mateo, who’s still pouting from where he’s at. Hm. Something definitely happened between him and Javadi.

“You said Mateo told you this?” Dana raises her eyebrow.

McKay nods. “Yeah, Vic nearly lost it on him at the restaurant. Then he said he was gonna go to her house last night,” She turns to look at him. “Guess it didn’t go too well.”

Dana snorts. Dumb boy, letting jealousy cloud his mind instead of communicating like a big boy. This is gonna be a hell of a week, she just knows it.

——

Fucking hell, she hates drama. Rumors of Javadi’s quest to lose her virginity had made its round the department and to other departments. Dana’s had to write up at least three male coworkers for harassing Javadi or just being disgusting in general.

She’d let the young girl cry in her arms before handing her off to Kian, who she found out was her date the night prior after asking Santos. Now, she’s out at the hub, checking things off her list and making things nice and pretty for night shift.

Robby slides right beside her, their arms brushing, clearly wanting to talk about something. And Dana isn’t in the mood.

“I’ve got things to tie up, if you’re here to play games or say stupid shit, take it somewhere else.” She grits out.

He hums, unfazed by her words. “Do I need to have a chat with Javadi about recent things that happened today?”

“Robby, I like you, you’re a good doctor, a good man.” Dana says, looking at him out to the corner of her eye. “But if you’re about to imply that this whole thing has been her fault, I will slap your misogynistic ass into next week.”

Robby retreats, raising his hands. “No, I- well… it just, she shouldn’t have talked about it during work hours. It’s impacted the working environment.”

Dana sighs. Robby can be a bit… too much for the boys and she knows that as one of the only women in the workplace who he respects, it’s up to her to drill into his brain that this is not the girl’s fault.

“You mean, how she’s been harassed all day, crying her eyes out because people are being unnecessarily cruel to her?” She huffs. “For once in your life, look at this how it is. This affects her. Not anyone else. And for the record, Robby, she didn’t talk about it here, or to any of the staff. She told one person who liked to repeat things loudly.”

Robby stares at her then swallows. He ducks his head bashfully. “Right, yes. You’re right, sorry.” He looks at a loss of what to do. “Is she… okay?”

Dana gives him a flat look. “No, but she will be once we get this taken care of.”

He nods. “Then… are there people I need to have conversations with about how they treated her?”

Now, this, Dana could get on board with. She hands him a list of people who she’s or anyone in the crew has caught harassing Javadi.

“Knock yourself out.”

Robby nods, reading the list and taking off to corner one of the guys on it. His frame towering over the poor man whose back is against the wall.

Dana muses as she watches them. Robby’s got his issues, but once he has his head on right, he’s very protective of his staff.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of operation: be less pathetic