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McKay really needed to get laid. And when she felt that way, she always looked for Javadi. Not that she wanted to get laid with Javadi, necessarily. Just, when she felt this way she knew she was not her best self. Yet when Javadi was in the room, it brought the best out of her. Together, the two states brought her back to normal.
So she grabbed Javadi for what should be a relatively easy case, a young girl who came in with an ankle injury. It could be a sprain, or a break, with an outside chance it was something more serious. McKay watched as Javadi gently applied pressure to the wound, feeling for any issues.
“Okay, Bella. Let me know when it hurts.”
The patient nodded, and Javadi pushed against her leg and ankle. Eventually, she winced.
“Ugh! There. Right there.”
“Thoughts, Javadi?”
“It’s lower than you’d expect for a sprain, but less painful than a break. Possible hairline fracture with potential muscle damage. Order an X-ray?”
“That seems to be the way to go.”
Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. Watching Javadi offer another woman delicate touches while she oohed and ahhed was not exactly a cold bucket of water. But the was being ridiculous. Javadi was much too young for her, and there was nothing to suggest she’d be interested in a woman like McKay. There was nothing to suggest she was interested in women at all.
And there was nothing to suggest to Cassie that she liked women herself. She was married, not happily but… satisfied, at least some of the time. Charming men, the few that existed, always did something for her. But when she felt her need to be satiated rise to unbearable levels, she was drawn to her female colleagues, Javadi especially. Maybe there was something in that…
Bella’s phone had been buzzing constantly. It wasn’t something Javadi had noticed until McKay pointed it out.
“You seem popular.”
“I just posted before I tripped. It’ll be comments.”
“Oh,” McKay smiled. “So, you’re what, an influencer or something? You know, Victoria here is too.”
“I’m not,” Javadi blushed, voice quickening with nerves. “I post medical advice on TikTok. It’s a different thing.”
“Cool,” Bella nodded. “But nah, I mean on AO3. Are you on there?”
An involuntary cough left Javadi. She felt her cheeks redden.
“Uhhh, no. No,” she lied.
“What’s AO3?” McKay asked.
“Like, for fic,” Bella said.
“Fic?” McKay asked, more confused.
Javadi could not believe this was happening.
“Fanfiction,” Javadi told her, trying to hurry the end of the conversation along. “Like about characters from TV shows or movies.”
“Making them fuck, mostly,” Bella said.
At another time, Javadi might have bitten back that actually, some of the best character studies existed under the G-M ratings, that it was perfectly possible to write romance without smut, and that platonic fic was the lifeblood of some fandoms. But she was categorically not going to have that conversation in front of McKay, so instead she flashed an awkward smile and made to leave. She hoped McKay would have followed, but she seemed hooked.
“Huh,” McKay said.
When she really thought about something, she’d look up, her mouth would drop open slightly, and she’d bite the tip of her tongue. Usually, Javadi loved to watch her, to catch a glimpse of the wet soft pink in her mouth. But it made her nauseous to think of Cassie putting so much thought into the world of AO3.
“So what sort of stuff do you write? Besides just making them fuck.”
Bella smiled, like she was just dying to talk about it. Javadi knew that type of fic writer all too well. Without McKay here, they could have galpalled out about favourite ships. With McKay here, Javadi would rather eat the contents of the crash cart than share her feelings on Wenclair and Polytrix.
“Like what fandoms? A whole bunch. Honestly, being here is a little strange because it’s a lot of medical dramas. It’s like, why aren’t all the doctors fucking!”
Javadi’s thoughts swirled faster and faster, kill me kill me kill me kill me.
McKay just laughed.
“Yeah we, uh, try to keep that to a minimum.”
Bella went on as if McKay hadn’t spoke, which again, Javadi had experienced with prolific fic writers.
“If it has age gap yuri, I’m there!”
Kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me.
“What is age gap yuri?”
Killmekillmekillmekillmekillmekillme.
“Doctor McKay, shouldn’t we check on our other patients? Not much we can do for Bella until her X-ray’s back…?”
“We can spare five minutes. I just want to learn about your world.”
“It’s not my world!” Javadi said, and sensed how pathetic and petulant it was as the words left her.
“Oh, you know what I mean. Stuff you kids are into.”
McKay gave Javadi a playful tap on the shoulder, and the kill me mantra inside Javadi’s head became a constant screaming siren.
“So you yuri is just lesbians,” Bella said. “And age gap, that should be obvious. Like one older, one younger.”
McKay looked at Javadi, who remained mildly squirming from this line of questioning.
“And people are into that?”
The kill me siren was now just a piercing whistle, looping up to a frequency only Javadi could hear.
Bella chuckled, as if she caught the tension between them. Turns out, that was because she had.
“Big time. Not to get all rpf with it, but people would go nuts for you two.”
“What’s rpf?”
Javadi’s ears were bleeding.
“Cassie, I really think we should-”
McKay grabbed her wrist to stop her leaving, still smiling softly. Overpowering Javadi without needing to think about it.
“Oh, yeah,” Bella smirked at the sight. “You two would be very popular. Real person fiction, by the way. Like, writing stuff about actual people. Actors, mostly, but rival singers is another big one. Even F1 drivers.”
“Cassie, shouldn’t we-”
“What would people say about us?” McKay laughed.
Cassie wrapped her arm around Javadi, a tight and tender grip it was impossible to escape from. It was like they were lovers at the beach, posing for the good-natured consensual humiliation of a caricature. Bella sat up in bed, wincing, locking in for her analysis.
“Okay. So. She,” Bella said, pointing to a blushing Javadi. “Clearly knows about AO3 and all this stuff, but she doesn’t want you know because she’s shy.”
“Do you write this, what was it? Age gap yuri?” McKay asked.
“No!” Javadi’s stammered, skin hot. “No, I have no idea what she’s talking about.”
“Yeah, she’s lying,” Bella winked, like she and McKay were sharing a private joke. “So she knows all this freaky trope stuff, but she’s a virgin who doesn’t know her own body.”
Javadi just gasped, unable to answer. McKay shot her a look of true concern, but Bella quickly scrambled to krill the void of silence.
“I’m not saying you, the real doctor in front of me, is a virgin. I just mean, like, character-wise…”
“What about me?” McKay asked, to draw attention away from an overstimulated Javadi.
“You’re the older one, but also a little less aware of all the possibilities out there. Let’s say you’re divorced-”
“I am divorced.”
“So hot,” Bella grinned. “So you’ve had sex, but entirely with men who don’t really value you.”
“You’re very perceptive,” McKay muttered, forcing a smile.
“Suddenly, in comes this new doctor who knows so much about freaky stuff they’re into, but has probably only like, kissed a girl once as a dare and has never stopped thinking about it. Oh, and you’ve got to throw in some spice, too. Her? Mommy issues. You? Natural caregiver.”
McKay snorted, unable to keep composure, as Javadi’s cheeks glowed brighter than ever. Javadi had left her body, it was now just a stiff and empty husk packed full of shame.
“Okay, I think we really do need to see our other patients now, Bella. We’ll be back with your results shortly.”
“Doctor McKay?” Bella called, and McKay stopped her exit.
“Yeah?”
“Does that chain you wear have any sentimental value?”
McKay looked down at the gold chain around her neck and shrugged.
“Not really.”
“Cool.”
Javadi returned to her other patients, and tried to forget the whole thing had happened. It was embarrassing in the moment, like a car driving through a puddle and splashing you, but then it was over and forgotten. They’d discharge Bella, and it would all be in the past.
McKay could not forget. Real person fiction? Age gap yuri? It seemed a little confusing. What was wrong with just fantasising over a rock star like she did in her day? The check up had not helped with the fact she was embarrassingly horny, and in fact she was now trying to avoid even looking at Javadi. Mommy issues, natural caregiver… Bella had nailed that one, at least. She was right back where she started - she really needed to get laid.
Dana passed McKay the results of the scan, and it was time to see Bella. She grabbed Javadi, and caught the eyeroll. Cassie was being foolish. Thinking about the fanfic writer wanting to pair them up excited her, but it obviously made Javadi angry. Disgusted, even. That was fine. What could she ever see in a woman twice her age?
As they went into Bella’s treatment bay, Bella scarcely looked up, she was typing so rapidly on her phone. She looked at them both quickly, then back to her phone, rushing faster.
“Bella?” Javadi asked.
“Sorry. Two secs. Anddddddd… done! Right. Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologise,” McKay laughed. “And we have some good news. It’s just a sprain, so we can give you some ice and get a compression bandage on there. After that… Javadi?”
Javadi smiled, grateful as ever to be called upon by McKay, but also glad to actually be focussed on the medicine this time.
“Rest, elevation, and over the counter painkillers taken as instructed. Tylenol, stuff like that.”
“Kind of silly for me to come in, huh? Taking up a bed like this?”
“Not at all,” McKay assured her. “We have a walk-in clinic specifically for people with minor injuries to be able to walk, or hobble, in. That’s what we’re here for.”
“Natural caregiver,” Bella nodded.
McKay just laughed.
Javadi busied herself tying the compression bandage, then looked at McKay for approval. It was a simple procedure, but she wanted the gold star all the same.
“Mommy issues,” she could almost hear Bella smirk.
But instead, after a quick wiggle of her foot, Bella instead slowly and shyly tapped her nails on the back of her phone.
“Do you guys want to see what I was working on?”
“I think we should get back-”
“Is it age gap yuri?” McKay asked, cutting Javadi off.
Bella bit her lip, “It’s age gap yuri rpf…”
She spun her phone around and, written up in the notes app, the doctors saw their own names.
“McKay slash Javadi, Damn Your Love Damn Your Lies…?”
“It’s from The Chain, by Fleetwood Mac. That’ll make sense later.”
“You wrote fanfiction about us?” Javadi asked.
“I’m sorry! You two just seemed really cool. And god, you’re so buzzy! I’m not gonna post it. It’s just for me.”
“Buzzy?” McKay asked.
“You know, makes my whole body go bzzt!”
Bella vibrated as if to show them, then winced from the pain in her ankle.
“You should be careful,” Javadi said.
“Are you guys mad?”
Javadi wasn’t sure what she was. Part of her did feel a little… violated sounded so extreme, it wasn’t quite that. Maybe more that she was being made fun of. She knew she had been staring at McKay, a little too dreamily, a little too long, but Bella obviously had not seen all the times that had happened over the past few months. Yet she had clocked their dynamic immediately. Was Javadi that obvious? But underneath all, she just really really wanted to read it.
“What’s it about?” McKay asked.
Bella surveyed them both, trying to read the room. After a moment, she gambled.
“Do you want me to read it to you?”
McKay looked at a flustered Javadi, and made the same attempt, then the same gamble.
“Okay, sure.”
McKay laughed, to hide how sensual it felt to prepare to hear somebody read their romance novel of her and Javadi, and pulled Javadi close in a friendly hug. Javadi smiled nervously, also trying to hide her excitement.
“Keep in mind, it’s a first draft,” Bella said. “The heat of the ER made Doctor McKay shimmer with sweat, glowing like an angel…”
“Aww,” McKay smiled.
“But the young Doctor Javadi did not have angelic thoughts.”
“Oh, god,” Javadi muttered, and McKay gave her a squeeze.
“Javadi stared at the chain around McKay’s neck, catching the harsh lights of the ER, the sight of the metal burning into her eyes. She liked to imagine sitting in McKay’s lap, running her finger around the chain’s edge. She’d feel the warmth of it, her mentor’s body heat stored in the metal like some ancient god sealed in forgotten relic of a dead culture.”
“It’s very vivid,” McKay smiled.
“Sorry. Is this weird? Should I stop?”
McKay looked at Javadi for three, two, one… okay, she did not object so that was a polite enough time to wait.
“Keep going,” McKay said.
Javadi agreed with a small, shy nod.
“It was safe to imagine that warmth. McKay but not McKay, just a trace of her, just a taste. It was why she looked at the chain at all. It started as the old joke - Javadi wasn’t staring at McKay’s breasts, but the necklace above them. But as she did that, the necklace itself excited her as much as the naked thoughts of her mentor… and then it’s like tk plot stuff for a while.”
Javadi was concentrating on her breathing, in and out. She might have enjoyed this story alone, but with McKay, she was just focusing on not fainting again. The truth was she did stare at McKay’s chain sometimes, but could not believe Bella had noticed.
“Tee kay plot?” McKay asked.
“It means ‘to come’,” Javadi answered. Ever eager to be smart for Cassie. “Like, I’ll add this later.”
“Exactly.”
“So, you do write this stuff?” McKay asked.
“No! I just… I just I’ve heard things.”
“Uh-huh,” McKay smirked. “That was… very good, Bella. If you ever finished-”
“Oh, I have more!” Bella said. “I just skipped over bits to get to the good stuff. Do you wanna hear it?”
McKay looked at Javadi, and they both broke out in a wide, nervous smile.
“Absolutely,” McKay laughed, taking Javadi’s hand.
Bella took a deep breath to compose herself.
“If you’re sure… Javadi’s lips fell open in a silent moan, McKay’s hot chain dripping down into her mouth as she rocked powerfully on top of her.”
“Oh wow, you really meant cutting to the good stuff!” McKay laughed.
“I’m sorry,” Bella said. “I can stop. I should stop. I’ll delete it.”
McKay looked to Javadi, who answered with a tiny, intense rattle of her dark eyes.
“Keep going,” McKay said, and squeezed Javadi’s hand tighter.
“Okay, just keep in mind it’s all based on a vibe I got, not necessarily-”
“Just read it!” Javadi snapped, before exhaling to compose herself. “Sorry.”
Cassie squeezed her again as Bella took a breath.
“Javadi felt McKay’s chain against her teeth, finally tasting her, and closed her mouth to suck. ‘That’s right, baby,’ McKay purred, kissing softly against her forehead. ‘Suck your binkie for mama’.”
The real Javadi let out a whimper that she covered with a cough to clear her throat. McKay squeezed her hand, to let her know she heard it, and she liked it.
“McKay’s two fingers continued their gentle exploration inside Javadi’s welcoming wetness, curling up with a pleasurable grip. She was taking Javadi from the inside, claiming ownership. Javadi started to grind against her softly, letting McKay take more and more, as much as she wanted. She could feel the thick gold ring on McKay’s finger, metal pressed to sensitive skin. She imagined it was McKay’s wedding ring slowly soaking in her own juices, dripping down the gold, stealing all it represented. She was McKay’s first woman. McKay was her first at all. They’d be forever united in that.”
“Why-?” Javadi started to ask, but she was cut off.
“Let her finish, Victoria.”
“As Javadi sucked McKay’s chain, she stared up at McKay’s face, its expression rapt with pleasure as Javadi’s body opened endlessly for her. She could see every wrinkle in the corner of her eye, every strand of grey trapped in her loose brown hair. She had never seen a woman more beautiful. She sucked harder, wanting McKay to notice what a good girl she was. She hoped her mouth could soon move from binkie to breast and show McKay how much she adored her.”
“Oh my god,” Cassie chuckled, fanning herself.
“Should I stop?” Bella asked.
“No! No, it’s just intense. Do you write this stuff, Victoria?”
“No! Not about us!”
“But you do write it?” McKay chuckled, cheeks red.
“Uhhhh I think Bella has more… yeah. We should get back to Bella.”
“You guys are so cool…” Bella muttered. “Anyway: McKay withdrew her fingers and Javadi’s once silent moan flooded with the shaky sounds of a whimper. The chain slipped from her lips, coating her chin with her own hot spit. Instinctively, McKay went to wipe her face clean, but only smeared Victoria’s stickiness down her mouth, her cheeks, her neck. Javadi sucked McKay’s fingers, tasting herself on them, tongue wrapping around McKay’s rings. She closed her eyes to savour it, and suddenly McKay’s lips crashed into hers. Her tongue invaded harshly, fingers thrusting roughly until she spluttered. It wasn’t just her cunt McKay owned, it was her mouth. It was everything.”
“Jeez,” Javadi whispered.
McKay had sat on the bed now, Javadi with her on her lap, both listening with an unshakable focus.
“McKay’s fingers, once so rough, now became delicate as feathers as they moved to Javadi’s ear lobes and tickled her piercings. ‘You’re so pretty’ she told her, and Javadi felt like fireflies were dancing on her skin. McKay stroked and tickled until she sensed the neediness in Javadi was unbearable, then she planted her knee just in front of the roaring heat echoing from between Javadi’s legs. Instantly, Javadi thrust herself forward and started to ride it, soaking McKay’s skin as she had stained her ring. ‘You’re so close, baby girl,’ McKay purred. ‘Can you get off all by yourself?’”
“Holy shit,” McKay mumbled, arms around Javadi’s waist.
“Javadi weakly nodded, mind melting away from the tenderness at her ears and the desperation between her thighs. ‘Use your words like a big girl’ McKay told her, and Javadi sucked in enough breath for a trembling ‘yes mommy’ to leak out of her.”
“Then what happens?” McKay asked as an awkward silence fell.
“That’s all I have so far.”
McKay and Javadi glanced at each other. They were so pent up not even their fanfic facsimiles could get off.
“I’ll give you my email, send it to us when you’re done,” Javadi told her.
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