The OR was dimly lit, the sterile environment cloaked in shadows. Lillian was about to head back to the locker room when she saw Rebecca leaning against the counter in the scrub room, her face half-hidden in the soft glow of the overhead lights.
Her heart skipped a beat. Rebecca didn’t say anything at first, just watched her from across the room, her expression unreadable. There was something dangerous in the way she looked at Lillian, something that set her nerves alight.
"Still here?" Rebecca’s voice was low, softer than usual, but with an edge that sent a shiver down Lillian’s spine.
Lillian nodded, her throat dry. "Just finishing up."
The silence between them stretched, heavy with everything unsaid. Lillian could feel the pull, the unspoken desire that had been building between them since that night in the OR prep room. She knew she should leave, should walk out and forget whatever this was, but her feet wouldn’t move. Instead, she found herself stepping closer, drawn to Rebecca in a way she couldn’t explain.
Rebecca straightened, her eyes never leaving Lillian’s. She crossed the room in a few swift steps, closing the distance between them until they were inches apart. The air felt thick, charged with anticipation, and Lillian could feel her pulse racing in her throat.
"I told you this couldn’t happen again," Rebecca murmured, her breath warm against Lillian’s ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
Lillian swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know."
But even as she said it, her hands moved of their own accord, fingers brushing against Rebecca’s waist, sliding beneath the fabric of her scrubs. The heat between them flared, and in an instant, Rebecca’s mouth was on hers, the kiss hungry and desperate, as if they had been holding back for far too long.
The world outside the hospital fell away. All that mattered was the way Rebecca’s body pressed against hers, the way her hands gripped Lillian’s hips with an urgency that made Lillian’s head spin. The kiss deepened, their mouths moving together in a rhythm that felt dangerous and forbidden but perfect all the same.
Lillian’s back hit the cold steel counter behind her, but she barely registered the sensation, too consumed by the feel of Rebecca’s lips on her neck, the way her fingers dug into her skin as if she was afraid to let go. Lillian’s hands roamed, exploring every inch of Rebecca’s body, memorizing the lines of muscle and softness beneath her touch.
It was wild, reckless—every time with Rebecca was completely unlike anything Lillian had ever experienced. She knew it was wrong, knew that crossing this line could destroy everything they had worked for, but in that moment, she didn’t care. All she wanted was Rebecca.
Rebecca pulled back for just a second, her eyes dark and filled with something that looked almost like regret. "We shouldn’t," she breathed, but even as she said it, her hands slid up Lillian’s arms, pulling her closer again.
Lillian’s chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, her voice trembling. "I don’t care."
And in that moment, she didn’t. The hospital’s sterile walls, the empty halls—it all faded into the background as their lips met again, this time slower, more deliberate. Every touch, every breath felt like it was pushing them further past the point of no return.
Lillian felt Rebecca’s fingers slip beneath her shirt, her touch hot and possessive, and she gasped as their bodies pressed even closer together. It was overwhelming, the intensity of it all, the way Rebecca seemed to both take control and hold back at the same time.
This time Rebecca’s hands moved to Lillian’s hips, under her waistband, pushing her pants down to her ankles. Rebecca’s hands back to Lillian’s hips to take her panties down too. It wasn’t slow, it was hungry and passionate.
Lillian felt completely exposed before her.
Rebecca knelt between her legs looking up at her.
“You are so beautiful, Lillian.” Her dark eyes flicked between Lillian’s face and her pussy and Lillian felt herself getting wetter and wetter. “I’m going to lick you until you come in my mouth and then I’m going to swallow every drop.”
Lillian felt her eyes widen. Nobody had ever spoken to her like this. Filthy. Explicit. Such a turn on.
She could only nod, desperate to feel Rebecca’s tongue on her most intimate parts.
She felt Rebecca parting her thighs with her fingers before she felt the hot wet heat of Rebecca’s tongue as she began to lickher. Long slow strokes of her tongue, though her folds, pressing flat against her clitoris.
Lillian felt her orgasm building quickly for Rebecca’s tongue. Then she felt Rebecca sucking her clitoris into her mouth. She felt her clitoris swell in Rebecca’s mouth.
“Oh my god…” It felt like only seconds before her climax flooded every part of her body and trickled down the inside of her thighs.
When she opened her eyes she watched Rebecca standing up and gracefully wiping Lillian’s orgasm from her chin.
Lillian watched Rebecca’s face change suddenly and her heart sank as she felt herself crash back down to earth. Lillian bent down hurriedly trying to pull her pants back up.
"This..." Rebecca’s voice was tight, her lips still swollen from what had just happened. Lillian could smell sex in the air. "This can’t happen again."
The words hit Lillian like a cold slap, her pulse still pounding in her ears. She could see it in Rebecca’s eyes—the walls coming back up, the distance returning. It was as if Rebecca had allowed herself a moment of weakness, but now she was pulling back, retreating behind her cold professionalism.
Lillian’s chest tightened, a small ache forming in the pit of her stomach. She had known it would be like this; Rebecca was always in control, always distant. But it still hurt to see her pull away and retreat so quickly after something so intimate.
