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They’re pulling out of the driveway when his phone starts to ring, Robby’s name popping on caller ID along with a particularly unflattering picture of him half asleep with his eyes open on Jack’s couch.
Jack promptly declines the call.
His phone just immediately starts ringing again which Jack declines again, a tad more forcefully this time. Next to him, Samira huffs out a laugh. “What if it’s something important?”
“He’ll live.”
And if Jack is being completely honest, there are very few things more important to him right now than taking his beautiful (stunning, gorgeous, ethereal, etc., etc.) girlfriend out for Valentine’s Day. Especially when they’ve been working completely opposite schedules with barely enough time for anything more than a quick kiss in the locker room. He had to threaten Robby with bodily harm to get their schedules back on track. For their first night out in months (and on Valentine’s Day no less), Jack calls in every favor he has and pulls every string available to him to get a dinner reservation at a booked out, upscale French restaurant that had just been awarded their third Michelin star. He’s been looking forward to a night of enjoying good food, good wine, and Samira’s company. He is not going to let Michael Robinavitch ruin it for him.
Which is of course when Samira’s phone starts going off.
“Don’t answer it.” Jack groans out as Samira digs through her little purse for her phone.
“It’s got to be important if he’s calling me,” Samira says as she furrows her brow. Jack is trying not to let the pout of her lip distract him from the road. “Hello?”
Jack’s already making the right turn towards the hospital before Samira even hangs up the phone. “What’s the big emergency?”
“Night shift is four residents and an attending down from that flu that’s been going around.”
They’ve been short more often than not lately, the staff passing a particularly vicious strain of the flu along like a twisted game of telephone. Jack and Samira have been fortunate enough to avoid it so far but he has a sinking feeling that it’s only a matter of time before he’s also bed-ridden with a nasty upper respiratory infection. At least he can look forward to being thoroughly pampered by Samira.
It’s not long before they’re pulling up into the hospital lot, Jack smoothly backing up into Robby’s spot. He’s out of the car as soon as he cuts the engine, practically jogging over to the passenger side to help steady Samira in her heels as she steps out. Jack takes off his blazer to drape over her shoulders, as goosebumps pop up all over Samira’s bare arms.
Samira’s stunning tonight, looking like she’s been poured into the long, chocolate brown gown that she picked out. Jack can’t help but run his hands up the open back, sighing wistfully as he eyes the considerable cleavage she has on display.
“Gonna need you to focus here, cowboy.” Samira murmurs, long fingers easily buttoning up the second button of his dress shirt until he’s work-appropriate.
“Robby owes me big time.” Jack grumbles before catching Samira’s mouth in a kiss. She lets him deepen the kiss, tongue slipping into her mouth as he pulls her even closer. Samira only breaks away when the blare of an ambulance siren cuts through the air.
“C’mon, let’s go find a good case.” Samira intertwines their hands as she pulls him towards the elevator.
“Sounds like we’re going to be taking all the cases.”
Robby at least has the decency to look sheepish when they step into the Pitt.
“Thank you, thank you for coming.” Robby catches both of them in a big hug, one long arm around each of them. “I’m so sorry to ruin your plans.”
“It’s okay, Robby. We’re happy to help.” Samira has a white knuckle grip on the lapels of his jacket, keeping her chest covered. They were already drawing looks, overdressed by a mile compared to everyone else. Jack can imagine that if anyone got the full effect of a dress-up Samira – the hair, the makeup, the dress – he would have to physically fight off all the people that would come crawling to beg for a crumb of her attention.
“Samira’s happy to help because she’s a good, kind person.” Jack eyes the board from where he’s standing. It looks like a packed house, no doubt the virus that’s taking out the staff is also doing numbers on the general population. He turns his attention back to Robby. “I’m just here because she’s here.”
“Mckay and Al-Hashimi agreed to come in at five to relieve you guys so at least it’s not a full shift. I really would stay but I have to catch my flight and Heather’s waiting for me.” Robby says, rubbing at his eyes in the way he does when he’s stressed.
Jack softens a bit and decides to cut Robby some slack. “Don’t worry about it, brother. Go get your girl.”
“Thanks. I owe you guys.” Robby claps a hand on his shoulder before letting them go to get changed.
It’s a good thing that both Jack and Samira are the types to overprepare because they have a full change of scrubs and a change of underwear in their lockers. Jack locks the door before helping Samira out of her dress, averting his eyes as it falls to the floor. He doesn’t want to let himself get too distracted, not when they’re about to inherit a full emergency room to care for. Still, he can’t help but picture how Samira might look with pasties on her tits and the skimpy thong that he knows that she had slipped on at home even as she’s changing into a sensible sports bra and a pair of cotton panties.
Robby really owes him big time.
At least it’s not a bad shift – an array of sex injuries and mild MVAs. By the time two a.m. hits, it’s slow enough that Jack’s able to sneak to the roof for a breath of fresh air. He’s replying to Robby’s picture of a grinning Heather with her little girl when Samira sidles up next to him.
“I didn’t get a chance to say happy Valentine’s day,” she says, shoulders gently knocking into his.
“Technically not Valentine’s day anymore.” Jack groans as he gets a notification for the no-show fee charge from the restaurant. “I’m gonna send an invoice to Robby.”
“To be fair to Robby, we were going to be late anyway.” Samira teases. “Since someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”
Jack can feel himself flush. But really, who can blame him. That dress. And it’s not like Samira did anything to dissuade his wandering hands. Even now, the memory of Samira lifting up the hem of her dress over her ass, bent over and arching her back, practically presenting herself makes his cock twitch in his pants.
Samira smirks like she knows exactly what he’s thinking about. Leaning in close, Samira murmurs, “I’ll make it up to you when we get home.”
She walks away laughing at how visibly Jack perks up. Tonight wasn’t actually too bad, Jack decides as he follows behind Samira, now with a pep in his step. He got to see Samira in her element, which is always a treat for Jack. If he wasn’t already hopelessly in love with Samira, he probably would be after watching her intubate someone in under thirty seconds flat earlier in the night.
Jack’s making plans in his head. When they get home, they’re going to be tired so maybe they’ll just indulge in something quick and filthy after their shower. They’ll sleep for a couple of hours and then Jack fully intends to hold Samira to her word, already imagining the delightful sounds she’ll make as he buries his face between her thighs.
Maybe he’ll find it in his heart to forgive Robby for ruining their Valentine’s day after all.