Chapter 1: One
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The hospital room was quiet except for the soft rhythmic beep of the monitor by Nicky’s bed. Outside, nurses’ shoes whispered along the hall. Inside, time had slowed — narrowed down to the warmth of Nicky’s hands and the way her eyes had gone dark the second Lorna let out that shaky little breath.
Nicky’s chart still hung crookedly at the end of the bed. A glass of water sat untouched on the rolling tray table. It all felt hilariously out of place compared to what was about to happen.
“You know,” Nicky murmured, sitting sideways on the bed, one arm draped casually over Lorna’s thigh, “if we get caught, I’m pretty sure I’m getting banned from the hospital for life.”
Lorna smiled faintly, her cheeks flushed in a way that had nothing to do with her vitals. “You’re assuming I’d let them ban you. I’d cause a scene.”
Nicky smirked, leaning down just enough to brush her mouth against Lorna’s knee. “You’d cause a scene, huh? The sweet little nurse with the big eyes and that innocent smile would raise hell just for me?”
Lorna laughed — soft, nervous, wanting. “You have no idea.”
That laugh went straight to Nicky’s chest, lit a fuse low in her stomach. She shifted closer, fingers tracing idle patterns up Lorna’s thigh, careful around the thin fabric of the nurse uniform. Lorna’s breath hitched when Nicky’s knuckles grazed the inside, so close and yet maddeningly not close enough.
Nicky looked up, meeting her eyes. “Tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”
Lorna shook her head, biting her bottom lip. “Don’t you dare.”
That was all Nicky needed.
She leaned in slowly, teasingly, letting her breath ghost over skin, letting anticipation coil tighter and tighter until Lorna squirmed, hips tilting, silent plea written all over her face. Then Nicky’s mouth finally, finally found her.
It was soft at first, just a warm press of tongue and lips, gentle as a sigh. Lorna let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp, fingers instantly threading into Nicky’s wild red hair, tugging.
Nicky hummed, low and pleased, the vibration making Lorna shiver. She licked again — a little firmer this time — tracing the shape of her with a careful, patient hunger. She wanted to savor her. Make her forget every monitor, every fluorescent light, every warning sign taped to the walls.
Lorna arched, a sharp little gasp leaving her as Nicky sucked, slow and deep, right where she was most sensitive. Nicky tightened her grip on Lorna’s hips, holding her steady, keeping her open, controlling every shiver and twitch with practiced ease.
“God, Nicky…” Lorna breathed, head falling back against the thin pillow. “You’re— you’re too good at this…”
Nicky pulled back just enough to grin up at her, mouth glistening. “Too good, huh? Should I slow down for you?”
Lorna whimpered, shaking her head. “No — don’t you dare.”
Nicky chuckled, low, wicked, and dove back in.
Chapter 2: Two
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Nicky settled into a rhythm that made Lorna forget how to breathe.
Slow, deep strokes of her tongue, each one dragging heat like a lit fuse across nerves that were already frayed from want. Her hands moved — one firm on Lorna’s thigh, the other splayed across her stomach, feeling every tremor, every tiny jerk when Nicky’s mouth hit just right.
Lorna could feel the room around her — the cool hospital air against overheated skin, the faint antiseptic smell mixing with the obscene wet sounds Nicky was making as she devoured her like she had all the time in the world. Somewhere, a cart rolled by in the hall. Voices passed. All background noise. All irrelevant. Nothing mattered except Nicky between her legs, tongue steady, relentless, reverent.
She grabbed for the bedrail again, fingers curling tight, needing something to hold on to. Her hips wanted to move, to rock against Nicky’s mouth, but Nicky’s grip kept her steady, controlled, just where she wanted her.
“Nicky—” Lorna’s voice cracked into a plea. “I— it’s— I can’t—”
“You can,” Nicky murmured against her, words hot and wet, sending another shock straight through her core. “You will. Let go for me.”
Lorna did. Hard.
The first orgasm hit like a jolt — sharp, electric, shaking through her entire body. She cried out, not caring if the whole damn floor heard, not caring about anything except the way Nicky didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. Just kept licking, soft and steady, working her through every wave until it left Lorna trembling, chest heaving, mind white with static.
But Nicky wasn’t done.
She shifted slightly, mouth sealing back over Lorna’s clit with a gentleness that was somehow worse — worse because it made every raw nerve scream in pleasure-sharp sensitivity. Lorna tried to push at her shoulder, half-hearted, overwhelmed.
“Nicky—please—” she gasped, voice breaking into something between a sob and a laugh. “I’m— I can’t take— it’s too much—”
Nicky looked up at her, eyes dark, jaw tight, mouth slick. “You begged me not to stop,” she said, voice rough, almost tender in its cruelty. “So I’m not stopping. Not yet.”
Then she went back down.
Lorna sobbed. Not from pain. From too much pleasure. From the way Nicky’s tongue moved with devastating precision, dragging another climax out of her overstimulated body until she couldn’t even make sounds anymore — just soft, broken gasps, thighs quivering uncontrollably, hand still twisted in Nicky’s mane like a lifeline.
The second orgasm shattered her.
By the time it ebbed, Lorna was limp, boneless, eyes glassy with tears of sheer overstimulation. Nicky kissed her thighs, her hips, her stomach, worked her way up slowly, licking her lips like she hadn’t just wrecked Lorna completely.
When their mouths finally met, Lorna could taste herself, could feel Nicky’s smirk against her kiss.
“You’re shaking,” Nicky whispered, thumb brushing a damp strand of hair from Lorna’s face.
“You,” Lorna whispered back, breathless, still dazed, “are a menace.”
Nicky laughed — a low, wicked sound, proud and fond all at once. “And you,” she murmured, kissing the corner of Lorna’s mouth, “are gorgeous when you fall apart for me.”
Chapter 3: Three
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Lorna floated.
That’s how it felt. Not like a nurse in a hospital bed. Not like helping her patient recover from a heart surgery. More like someone whose body had been turned inside out by pleasure and was still humming from it.
Nicky lay beside her now — not on top, not smothering, just curled close, head propped on one arm, tracing lazy circles across Lorna’s stomach with her fingers. Neither of them had said much since the last orgasm, just a quiet stretch of shared breaths and soft hums that felt heavier than words.
“You okay?” Nicky asked finally, voice a rough whisper, like even sound had to tread gently now.
Lorna nodded, then shook her head a little, a dizzy laugh bubbling up. “I don’t even know what okay is anymore. You broke something in me.”
Nicky’s smile turned crooked, smug but warm. “I didn’t break anything. I just… found all your buttons.”
“You found every button,” Lorna countered, the heat rising again just thinking about it. “You pressed them like you were trying to set off fireworks.”
That got a low chuckle out of Nicky. “Mission accomplished.”
They kissed — slow this time, no urgency, no chase. Just the taste of quiet satisfaction, a wet slide of lips that said: I know what we just did. I liked it. I’m not done wanting you.
Lorna shifted, testing the muscles in her hips, in her thighs — still trembling, still sensitive. But a spark had already caught again, a warm thrum under her skin where Nicky’s fingers idly wandered.
“You’re still hardwired into me,” Lorna murmured, half-blushing as she said it. “I can feel you even when you’re not touching me.”
Nicky’s mouth ghosted over her jaw. “That’s because I left the circuit open.”
Lorna’s breath hitched, legs moving just a little, a restless plea she didn’t put into words. Nicky felt it anyway.
“You want more?” Nicky asked — low, calm, like a question with teeth.
Lorna didn’t answer right away. She swallowed, cheeks flushing hotter, then nodded once, sharp, a confession and a dare.
Nicky kissed her again, slow at first — then let it deepen, her hand sliding lower, fingers tracing just near enough to make Lorna jolt.
“Still sensitive?” Nicky murmured.
“Yes,” Lorna breathed.
“Good,” Nicky said, and the word carried promise — dark, delicious, dangerous in a way Lorna wanted to beg for.
And then Nicky started again — not with the same relentless pace, but with maddening patience. Feather-light strokes, teasing swirls just off-center, coaxing sensation instead of attacking it. Every touch sent tiny shocks through Lorna’s overstimulated body, the kind that made her arch off the bed before she even realized she was moving.
“Nicky—” she moaned, a warning and a plea.
“I’ve got you,” Nicky whispered against her skin. “This time, we do it slow. I want to see every second of you falling apart.”
Lorna bit her lip, hands clawing at the sheets as the slow burn began again, a new kind of ache building under the old one — tender, torturous, intimate to the point of dizzying.
And it was only the beginning of round two.
Chapter 4: Four
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Nicky didn’t even notice at first that Lorna had shifted.
One moment, Nicky was stretched out beside her, hand between Lorna’s thighs, guiding another slow roll of pleasure into that oversensitive core; the next, Lorna’s fingers had slid up Nicky’s arm, over her shoulder, around the back of her neck — and then tugged.
Hard.
Nicky’s mouth left Lorna’s skin with a wet pop, eyes wide, brows arched. “Oh?”
Lorna’s lips were already against hers, hungry, messy, shameless. The kiss wasn’t a question; it was a challenge. Her tongue slipped past Nicky’s with practiced ease, claiming, tasting, biting just enough to make Nicky groan into it.
“You think you get to be the only one who makes someone lose control in here?” Lorna whispered against Nicky’s mouth, hips still trembling, but now from the force of her own pulse. “Not tonight.”
Nicky’s smirk was pure trouble. “You planning a coup, sweetheart?”
Lorna’s answer was to push her, palm flat to Nicky’s chest, until Nicky hit the mattress with a soft thud and a startled laugh. “You really want to test me?” Nicky said, already half-hard with anticipation, eyes dark with heat.
Lorna climbed over her slowly, carefully — still mindful of her healing body, but more determined than cautious. She straddled Nicky’s hips, thighs shaky but burning with adrenaline, hands roaming over the soft stretch of fabric at Nicky’s waist, up to her ribs, down again like she was memorizing every inch.
“Lie back,” Lorna breathed, low and fierce. “Let me work.”
Nicky obeyed — and the submission in that tiny movement made Lorna’s pulse spike. She leaned down, kissed Nicky like she’d been starved for her, then trailed kisses down her throat, her chest, pausing wherever Nicky twitched under her touch. It wasn’t about rushing; it was about dragging out every reaction.
“You drive me crazy,” Lorna murmured, tongue flicking over a nipple, teeth following with a gentle bite. “And you love it.”
Nicky hissed a curse, fingers clutching the sheets, jaw tight, muscles tense with restraint. “You’re—” she exhaled, eyes fluttering shut, “—unbelievable.”
Lorna smiled against her skin. “Say it,” she teased, tracing circles lower, just over the edge of Nicky’s waistband. “Say I make you feel like you’re coming apart.”
Nicky’s laugh cracked into a moan. “You—” she swallowed, breath ragged, “—make me feel like I’d beg.”
That was all Lorna needed.
She slid down further, tugged Nicky’s pants lower just enough, and took her in her mouth — slow at first, a teasing pull, a swirl of tongue that made Nicky arch off the bed, one hand fisting in Lorna’s hair, the other smacking helplessly against the rails of the hospital bed.
“F-fuck, Lorna—” Nicky groaned, voice breaking halfway through her name. “God, don’t stop.”
And Lorna didn’t.
Not until Nicky was shaking, hips jerking helplessly, a sound half between a growl and a plea falling from her lips, body coming undone under Lorna’s patient, merciless mouth.
When it finally hit — that sharp, shivering release — Nicky all but went limp, a dazed grin plastered across her face, sweat-damp hair stuck to her forehead.
Lorna crawled back up, kissing her jaw, then her mouth, letting Nicky taste herself still warm and slick on Lorna’s tongue.
Nicky looked at her like she’d just witnessed a star being born.
“Sweetheart,” she murmured, still breathless, “if that’s what happens when I let you take control, I should get out of the way more often.”
Lorna giggled, nuzzling into her neck, heart still racing. “Don’t get used to it. I like you bossy.”
Nicky chuckled, fingers tracing lazy lines over Lorna’s back. “Good. Because I’m not done proving it.”
Chapter 5: Five
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Nicky had barely caught her breath when Lorna leaned in again, lips warm, hands still trembling from what she’d just done. There was a look in her eyes — wild, wanting, sweet and wicked all at once — and Nicky knew: they weren’t done.
“Still hungry?” Nicky teased, her voice rough from moaning, eyes glinting with that half-feral fondness only Lorna ever pulled from her.
Lorna bit her lower lip, a little breathy laugh escaping. “I don’t think I can stop thinking about you now.”
Nicky sat up, carefully — her body still a little sore, still healing — but her hands found Lorna’s hips easily, instinctively. She pulled her onto her lap, letting Lorna straddle her again, letting them breathe the same air, nose to nose, chest to chest.
“This is where it gets dangerous,” Nicky murmured, low and honest.
“I know,” Lorna whispered back. “But I want it.”
Nicky’s grip tightened just enough to make Lorna gasp — not pain, but promise. She kissed her again, deeper now, no space left between them, until Lorna was rocking without thinking, chasing every bit of friction she could get.
Nicky’s hands slid under Lorna’s scrubs, palms flat and warm against her back, guiding her rhythm. Lorna’s moans turned softer, needier, until they melted into gasps, then into little high-pitched pleas Nicky felt against her lips more than heard.
“Please,” Lorna whispered, forehead pressed to Nicky’s, hips twitching helplessly. “Please don’t stop.”
Nicky smiled against her mouth. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”
And then she gave it to her — steady, firm, slow at first, then deeper, harder, a rhythm that was all push and pull and raw, shaking need. Lorna clung to her shoulders, nails digging into skin, panting her name, begging without shame. Nicky kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes when it tipped into too much, then kissed her again when Lorna begged for more anyway.
It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t careful. It was honest. It was two people burning through the last of their restraint like oxygen in a room that already felt too hot.
When Lorna finally shattered — thighs trembling, head thrown back, a sound tearing from her throat like a plea and a curse at once — Nicky followed right after, gripping her so tight they both shook through it together, clinging like gravity itself was about to give up.
For a long while there was only the sound of their breathing, ragged and real, hearts pounding against each other like drums out of time.
Then Lorna let out a weak, incredulous laugh. “I can’t feel my legs.”
Nicky chuckled, kissed her temple, still holding her like she was something fragile and rare. “Guess we overdid it.”
“You think?” Lorna teased, voice soft, still dazed.
Nicky brushed a thumb under her eye, wiped away the remnants of tears neither of them minded. “Hey,” she whispered, suddenly quiet, “you okay? Really okay?”
Lorna nodded, still catching her breath, but her smile was gentle now, grounded. “Yeah. That was… intense. But good. So good.”
Nicky exhaled, pressed her forehead to Lorna’s. “We should probably talk about… you know. Lines. What’s too far. What’s just right.”
Lorna traced lazy circles over Nicky’s chest with one finger, still nestled against her lap. “I like that you care enough to ask.”
“Always,” Nicky said, and kissed her, slow this time, nothing urgent left, just warmth.
For a while they stayed there, tangled in each other, whispering promises neither of them had to say out loud to be true: that this wasn’t just heat, it was home.