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The text came through when Jack was sprawled out across his newly bought extra plush, extra deep sofa. He finds he sleeps better on the sofa than in a bed, has since coming home after his first tour, and finally caved when the spring of the ancient one he did have popped through the cushion and dug into his hip. He was hesitant to pull himself up from the insanely comfortable position he’s managed to find, a nap dulling the edges of his vision. But then his phone buzzed again, reminding him he hadn’t opened the message.
With an overly dramatic groan, he sat up and grabbed his phone from the coffee table. The pissy attitude deflated when he saw the message was from Samira. It was a photo message and more than likely a picture of the notes she’d taken on the article he’d sent her two days ago. She was off, like him, for the next week. They’d been forced to by Gloria when she saw how much overtime Jack had racked up and how many doubles Samira had pulled.
Flopping back down, Jack opened the message and then promptly had a fucking stroke. There, under the last messages they'd exchanged yesterday bitching about Gloria and their enforced exile, was a picture of Samira. She was laid out on rumpled white sheets, low cut jeans hugging her hips the only clothing she had on. Her back was arched off the bed a little, hands covering both her breasts, face angled away from the camera.
Dropping his phone screen down onto his chest, Jack took a minute to stare at the ceiling and do a quick self assessment to make sure he didn't have a stroke.
Made sure he wasn’t dead, not in a coma, not fucking dreaming.
Deep breath in, Jack picked the phone back up and the photo was still there. Samira's inky curls spilled across the white linen, soft stretch of her stomach, gentle roundness of her breasts beneath her palms. The angle of her head accentuated the sharpness of her jaw, leaving the graceful length of her neck on display.
Wanting Samira wasn't new for Jack. It's old hat at this point. But seeing her like that? He can feel that want twisting sharp and needy in his guts.
Before he could even formulate coherent thought, another message came in.
S. Mohan: You told me once you liked how bold I was. Consider this me being bold once again.
Jack was almost embarrassed at how shaky his hands were when he typed out his response.
J. Abbot: Bold is one word you could use. Not exactly the first that comes to mind at the moment.
S. Mohan: and what's the first word that does?
J. Abbot: Fuck. Followed quickly by Me.
S. Mohan: See, that's the response l've been looking for after my endless attempts at flirting with you.
J. Abbot: You've been flirting with me, Mohan?
S. Mohan: Yes, Jack. Thanks for finally clueing in. Idiot.
J. Abbot: Rude. But..yeah, fair. Although, I've been flirting with you for years now. I've never gotten a Fuck Me out of you.
S. Mohan: Hey, Jack?
J. Abbot: Yes, Samira?
S. Mohan: Fuck me.
J. Abbot: On my way. Give me 20.
S. Mohan: Don't bother. My Uber is a block out from yours. Is that ok?
Is that okay? Jack can't fucking think straight, dick already half hard in his sweats, and she had the audacity to wonder if it was okay that she show up after sending him a nude. Silly, silly girl.
J. Abbot: Of course, honey. Doors unlocked. Consider that a lifetime offer, btw.
Samira didn't answer, but she did react to the message with a little heart, which stupidly made Jack's skip. Like some goddamn teenager, blushing and riled up the second a pretty girl smiled at him.
The comfort of the sofa no longer mattered, and Jack quickly got up. Prosthetic on, hair haphazardly fixed, teeth brushed. He didn't want to assume anything, and maybe he'd missed some hints in the past, but he didn't need to be beaten over the head to know what Samira was coming over for. So he checked his bed, made sure the condoms in his nightstand weren't expired (close, but still good), and then tried not to stand at the front door like a dog waiting for its owner to come home.
He'd managed to gather himself into a close approximation of his unflappable self people knew in the ED when the doorknob twisted. A second later, Samira was standing in his entryway. Despite the boldness of her texts and the fact that she was standing here, she looked almost hesitant.
Jack wanted none of that. Four long strides brought him inches away from her; another step had her stepping back as well, a smile curling her lips as she leaned back against the wall next to his door.
"You're a bold girl, Dr. Mohan." he said low, bracing a hand just above her shoulder on the wall.
"It's easy to be bold when someone like you looks at me like you do." her hands lifted, palms flat against his chest.
"And how's that?" he leaned in, brushing his nose along the tip of hers.
"Like l'm the most amazing thing you've ever seen." her hands slid upwards, one skimming around to the back of his neck. "Equal parts awe and desire."
"You read me like a book, honey." he chuckled. "Now, are you going to let me kiss you, or do I need to wait for another sexy photo?"
When her lips touched his, it was with the vibration of her laughter, and he swallowed it whole, ate it up like he was starved. And maybe he was, because he kept eating at her mouth with slow, wet bites until she was making these near constant moaning noises against his tongue and Jack couldn’t take it much longer.
Reaching down, he hooked his hands under her thighs, lifted her up against the wall, using it to brace her weight, and he can more easily roll his hips into the cradle of hers. She was hot against him, gasping at the feel of his hardness against her softness.
"You gonna make me come right here, Jack?" she pulled back to pant, his mouth falling to her exposed throat.
"Think I can?" he asked before biting down on her shoulder.
"I bet you can get me close, just like this." her thighs tighten around his hips, forcing him into her harder.
Jack's easy competence was something that pissed his brothers off. It annoyed his classmates and teammates and fellow soldiers when he picked up things faster and better then them. Irked his wife sometimes when he did something with simple ease. It wasn't that it didn't require effort, because Jack put his full self into everything he deemed worthy. And, ok, yeah, he was naturally good at a lot of things.
Getting Samira Mohan to come without ever taking her pants off and keeping his hands above the waist...it wasn't easy per se, but it was damn sure worth the effort and thigh strength when she gasped and shivered against him, hips making a last few aborted thrusts into his erection. Her blown pupils and honey slow smile when he pulled away from her was the best payoff.
"Wanna take you to bed now." He dropped a lingering kiss to her lips, licking into her mouth as her legs slowly dropped from his waist. He caught her hand that was tangled in his hair, threaded his fingers through hers and tugged her towards his bedroom.
It was a tangle of hands when they reached the bedside, mouths pressed together as they worked with each other to pull their clothes free. He thought briefly that they moved together just as well here as they did a trauma room, but then he had Samira's breast in his mouth and her hand on his dick and he wasn't thinking much anymore at all.
Tossing her on the bed, he took a minute to look at her spread on his sheets. So much like the photo that started this all, but better. So much better because he also got her eyes on his face and he could touch.
She was hot beneath his fingers. Curly hair matted against her mons from her desire and Jack groaned when he slipped down further, finding her slick and wet. He played with her for a bit, watching her face as he found the right places to touch, the best pressure to use. She liked his thumb just to the right of her clit, middle two fingers pushed deep and curling in a steady pace.
"Just like that, Jack, don't stop." She panted grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him down so she could kiss him sloppy and hard.
"Not stopping." He promised. "Just lay there and keep looking so fuckin' pretty and I'll get you there, yeah? Let me take care of you, honey?"
She came louder this time, fingers biting into his shoulders as her back arched and her cunt hugged his fingers so tight it made him dizzy.
"Got one more for me?" He asked when she calmed down, fingers still slowly stroking inside her.
"One more is all I'm good for." She grinned at him, all loose and easy. "Want it with you, this time."
With a skip of his heart, Jack leaned down to kiss her again, taking a minute to kiss her slow and steady, pouring more of himself into it than he'd really meant. Didn't want to get too heavy and scare her away, because he knew how this woman's brain worked. Knew her so goddamn well it scared him sometimes.
Pulling away once she was breathing hard again, he reached into his nightstand for a condom, nudging her back onto the mattress so he had room to climb on with her. Sitting on his heels, he rolled the condom on, then looked down at her.
"You fuck with your prosthetic on?"
"Does it bother you?"
"Not at all, Jack." She reached up to hold his jaw. "I just don't want you uncomfortable."
"It gives me better control when I'm on top, so unless you want to ride, I'll leave it on."
"You've made me come twice." She lifted a teasing brow, dimple showing on her right cheek. "My legs are jello right now."
Sinking into her was amazing. The hot grip of her body spreading to accommodate his size made him want to scream, so instead he dropped his head to her shoulder, bit down on her trapezius until he bottomed out with a grunt. Samira answered with her own punched out moan.
"Fuck me, Samira." He lifted his head, elbows bracing his weight so he's still pressed against her. "You okay?"
"Yeah." She smiled at him. "You good?"
"No." He laughed, dry and shaky. "Pretty sure I'm dead and this is heaven."
"You don't believe in god." She reminded him, lifting her legs so her knees bracket his hips, driving him even deeper.
"Mhm." He squeezed his eyes shut for a second. "True. Guess I'll just worship you."
"Yeah?" She rolled her hips, making his eyes roll back. "Show me religion then, Jack."
Competent. Jack Abbot is a competent man. He might not have the same body count, as the kids call it these days, as say Robby or Parker, but he knew what he was doing. More, he had this insane ability to read Samira.
And she was doing a hell of a job of letting him know what works for her.
He made sure to keep himself deep, because she liked the deep pressure. Used a tilt to his hips so the top of his pelvic bone ground against her clit. Played with her breast, pinched her nipples hard, kept his mouth close to her ear. Whispered a stream of filth.
"Makin' me so proud, honey, taking me so good."
"Fuck, you're perfect."
"Hear that, sweetheart? How messy your cunt is?"
"Such a brave girl, sending that picture. My smart, bold girl."
Her orgasm came hard and not a second too soon because Jack was hot on her heels, coming so hard his vision got hazy, a dull throb starting at the base of his neck.
Pulling out, Jack pressed kisses to her neck, her chin, nose, cheeks, finally her lips.
"Use the bathroom for me. I'm gonna take care of the condom and get us some water."
"Hm, yes, sir." She gave him a cheeky grin before rolling out of bed and Jack watched with just a bit of pride as she wobbled a little on her legs.
Condom dealt with, Jack went to the kitchen and filled his old canteen with cold water. Back in the bedroom, he pulled on clean boxers, laid a shirt out for Samira and ditched the prosthetic before getting comfortable.
Samira came back out, beautifully messy and naked.
"Here." He handed her the shirt and she slipped it on. "Drink some water, and the come here."
"You're awfully bossy after sex." She took the water, taking a long drink. "Especially for someone who didn't make the first move."
"Lies." He lifted the covers, letting her lay down before twisting their legs together, tucking her into his chest. "The pigtail catheter was the first move."
"Oh, yeah?" She laughed. "I guess that can count."
"Or I can just send you a risky picture if you want?" He teased, nuzzling his nose into her hair.
"I'll take all the risky photos you send, but don't stop pulling me into batshit insane procedures. That turns me on, when you go all ER cowboy."
"Noted." He chucked. "Now go to sleep. You wore me out."
"Old man." She giggled and he reached down to pinch her bottom.
Samira giggled some more, but settled into his body. Jack closed his eyes, no where near sleep, but content to hold his beautiful, bold girl until he was.
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