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crystalwillow · 4 years

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Kinktober - Open Heart

The Boss’ Restraints

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine (F!MC)

Word Count: 2.6K

Contains: Smut, tiny bit of fluff

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Tagging: @mckenzie-bae @deansmyapplepie

A/N: I swear to God that I had this done and ready to post before todays chapter. I think it’ s just a little unlucky for me that what happened with Ethan, happened on the same day I planned to post this... anyhow, do enjoy this one!

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“Valentine, get those samples and get them to the lab right away, I’ll page you if I need anything else today. Team dismissed.” Ethan said in his usual matter of fact tone as he took a seat behind his desk and shuffling a stack of papers. “Yes, Dr. Ramsey.” The young blonde doctor replied, gathering her things and following June and Baz out of the office. She waved goodbye to her colleagues and headed towards the patients room, but stopped dead in her tracks as her pager buzzed in her pocket. “A code blue for Mr. Fitzgerald?!” she exclaimed and ran to the elevator, jamming the button for the floor she needed. Not even giving the door time to open by themselves when the elevator stopped at her floor she burst out and down the hall towards Mr. Fitzgerald’s room. She entered to chaos. “He gone into anaphylaxis Dr. Valentine and the code team isn’t responding.” A panicked nurse said hurriedly, Casey turning and retrieving the defibrillator cart and wheeling it into the room. As she worked quickly and efficiently expose the patient’s chest, she had flashbacks to her first patient Annie. The nurse set the charge for the paddles, then Casey grabbed them knowing there wasn’t a second to lose. After successfully saving Mr. Fitzgerald, Casey trudged to the locker room to put her bag away then carried on with her patients, completely forgetting about the task Ethan had given her. She was at lunch with Bryce and Elijah when her pager beeped on her tray, her face immediately falling as she read the message.

“I... I’ve got to go guys. I... Bye!”

Was all she said as she stuff the last of her bread in her mouth, grabbing her pager and water bottle and sprinting off towards the stairs. Normally she would take the elevator when she received a page from Ethan, but he sounded mad in this one, so she wanted to buy herself a little more time. Also this way she could finish her mouthful of bread and not anger him anymore. As she approached the diagnostics office, she gulped audibly as she noticed the blinds closed. Stopping at the nurses station on the floor she leant over to the nurse who was there. “Um.. How- How mad is Dr. Ramsey with me?” she asked timidly. The nurse looked to her with a small smile. “He’s pissed. But don’t worry. We’ve got our jobs to keep us busy, and we also plan to scurry the second that door shuts behind you..” the nurse replied. Casey gulped again and approached the doors, entering into the lion’s den. She expected to see an angry, fast-typing Ethan behind his desk, so was confused when he wasn’t there. Then, he whole body froze as she her the lock of the door click shut behind her. Oh no. This was bound to be bad.

“E-Ethan. Please... tell me that’s you. And not- not some st-stranger.”

But she got no response, just a familiar breath that tickled her neck and sent a shiver down her spine. “I’m not happy with you.” A low and quiet voice spoke into her ear. She bit her lip, he sounded dangerously hot when he spoke to her like this, her already forest green orbs darkened with desire.

“I- I’m sorry Dr. R-”

“Ah! No talking. I want you to listen to me.”

She swallowed hard. She knew he was confident, it was one of the things she adored about him, but he wasn’t usually this commanding at work. Which lead to her having a quickened pulse, the only time he turned like this was when they were alone in his apartment and about to move things o his bedroom. She took a seat as he walked around his desk, doing the same. She looked at him, a mix of emotions taking over the mind. She felt scared, anxious and now... a little turned on. Casey didn’t dare speak, she just met his hard stare waiting for him to speak. The silence stretched on for what felt like hour before Ethan finally took a breath to speak.

“I don’t take being ignored lightly Dr. Valentine. Care to explain yourself? Why I had to do the job you were asked to do?”

“I... uh.”

“Well?” he pushed, making the younger doctor sitting across from him even more nervous than she already was.

“I g-got a c-c-code bl-blue.” She stutter, palms sweating with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

Ethan raised a brow at her, skeptical of her answer. “For whom? Why couldn’t the code team answer it?”

“M-Mr. Fitz-Fitzgerald. And I- I don’t know. S-Sarah said they were-weren’t answer-ring.”

His annoyance with Casey turned to curiosity for a moment as he cocked his head to the side. “Why are you scared?”

“Sc-scared? Who said I was-”

“You’re stuttering a lot. Like a child in trouble for doing something wrong.”

“I.... I’m not. I just....”

“Rookie...” Ethan said leaning forward, his tone softening for a moment as he took her hand and she flinched. “Are you scared of me?”

“What?! No! Of course I’m not! I’m just... I made you angry. You should be correcting me and then telling me to leave. Why are you letting me explain myself?”

“Because that’s what happens. You clearly made a mistake. Besides, I was only angry at you for a moment.”

“Oh.”

Casey finally looked back up into his eyes and she saw it. Her desire for him matched in his darkened blue eyes as he licked his bottom lip, eyes slowly moving to look at her lips. They leaned into each other over the desk, Ethan stopping inches from Casey’s mouth.

“This is why I shut the blinds and locked the door.” He said smugly before bringing they lips together softly. “We wouldn’t want anyone to see me do this would we?” he whispered, breaking the kiss and swiping all his papers to the floor, turning Casey’s back to him and gently pulling her across the desk, spinning her around to face him, standing between her legs.

“Ethan... we’re at work. Are you crazy?” Casey asked

“Maybe. Maybe not. Or maybe, you’re the crazy one for trying to stop this.” He husked, sliding his hand up Casey’s thigh and under her skirt. Her eyes closed slowly, and mouth partly slightly as she let out a hitched breath.

“You infuriate me Dr. Valentine.” Ethan said into her ear lowly, a small growl at the back of his throat as he squeezed her hip

“Ethan..” she said breathlessly.

“Shhhhhh.”

Ethan brought his lips to the crook of her neck, kissing sweetly at first and Casey tangled her fingers in his dark auburn locks. His kisses grew hungrier as he travelled up to her earlobe, gently sucking and nibbling at the skin. The contact was leaving Casey breathless, and she inhaled sharply as he nibbled her earlobe before pulling back, slowly opening his eyes and looking at her with nothing but desire. He moved his hand to his top draw, gaze never leaving the flustered sight in front of him, and a small smirk grew on his face his hand came into contact with the cool metal of the object he’d placed in there just before he summoned Casey to the office. Casey gulped as she hear the jingle of the metal as he moved it from the draw to the desk next to her.

“Y-you brought them to- to w-work” she asked. But was met with his silent mirk as he slid her white coat from her shoulders before turning his attention back to assaulting her lips with his own and discarding his own white coat on the floor, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. The kiss was fervent, full of lust and need. Yet, Casey caught the undertone of love and care it also carried. Ethan pulled her to her feet, breaking the kiss.

“Strip for me.”

“Yes, Dr. Ramsey.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game by calling me that in such a situation, Valentine.”

“That’s a bold statement considering our current situation.”

Ethan smirked at her spoken remark hearing the lust and want laced in her voice. The air crackled with a passionate electricity as they’re lips assaulted each other’s and clothes were thrown carelessly around the office. Ethan stopped mid assault on Casey’s chest, looking up at her with a devilish smirk that caused her to bite her lip and watch with anticipation as Ethan stood up, his now fully hardened length straining against his boxers. Casey bit her lip, enjoying the sight in front of her, eyes widening as she hear Ethan pick up the cuffs before turning back to her with a smirk.

“W-What are you going to- to do?”

“Hands above your head princess. I intend on taking you on a wild ride.”

Gulping Casey done as asked, watch as Ethan hovered over her.

“I’m very disappointed in you.” He husked in her ear, sending electric shivers down her spine. “Not only did you not do the task I asked, you disobeyed my request. This..” He said, snapping the waistband of her panties against her hip sending a jolt of pleasurable pain through her. “... is not the set I asked you to wear. Is it?” He challenged as he brought his gaze to her eyes, soft but calloused hand grazing her side before circling her aroused and sensitive bud with his index finger before toying with it between finger and thumb. Casey gasped at the sudden contact, whimpering when she felt the warm roughness of his tongue glide over the other.

“Ethan..” she breathed out, pulling on her restraint. “I want to... touch... you.”

“You should have thought about that before disobeying me.” He teased, leaving a trail of hot, wet kiss down the body before turning his attention to her inner thighs. Above her head, Casey wrapped her fists around the metal leg of the desk, her breath now rapid with anticipation as Ethan kisses everywhere except where she needed him the most.

“P-Please...”

Ethan smirked against her skin, he liked having her like this. Begging for mercy during punishment after disobeying him. It was one of his biggest turn-ons, though he would never let anyone in on that secret. It was purely his own. Hooking his thumbs under the sides of her panties he pulled them down as he kissed back down her inner thighs, leaving small purple bruises behind.

“Ah, Ethan. Please..” she whimpered as the cool air hit the dampened area between her legs. Upon seeing the sight, Ethan licked his lips hungrily, reaching out and running a single digit between her slick folds.

“Mmmm. Look how wet you are...”

“It’s.. all.. for you.”

“I should hope so.” He smirked as he positioned himself between her legs, kissing up her inner thighs again, slowly before teasingly swiping his tongue over her most sensitive area. The place she needed him most.

“Fuck.” whimpered Casey, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He hummed softly as he devoured her, pinning her down with his left arm as he brought the middle finger of his right hand to her entrance, circling it teasingly as she writhed and whimpered above him.

“mmm, fuck. ... eth-ethaaaahhh.” She hissed as he pushed his finger in slowly, pumping it and building up a quickened pace, swirling his tongue around her arousal. Ethan worked his tongue around her clit until he knew she was about to climax and then stopped pulling away. Casey whimpered as she slowly opened her eyes, finding Ethan looking down at her with a triumphant smirk, before kissing her passionately. She retuned the kiss with fervor, Ethan moaning as his still clothed erection brushed lightly against her hipbone. He lightly bit Casey’s bottom lip as he pulled away breathing in deeply, standing to remove his underwear and gasping when his erection sprung free. Casey breath hitched as she stared at the sight before her.

“Like what you see baby?” Ethan asked with a smirk as he lowered himself back to the ground.

“C-can you let me.. out?” Casey asked pulling on the cuffs. Ethan flitted his gaze up to the cuffs wrapped round the leg of his desk, then beck to Casey as he shook his head, spinning round and positioning himself over her mouth. She puckered her lips, lifting her head slightly and kissed the tip, making Ethan shudder with pleasure.

“Ohhhhh.”

“Did you like that..... Detective?”

Ethan close his eyes, breathing out heavily as he silently cursed to himself. “Open your mouth.” He demanded

“Why?”

“I want you to show me what that pretty little mouth can do with no hands.”

Casey smirked, slowly opening her mouth and lifting her head, taking him in inch by inch until she starts to gently bob her head. Ethan groaning pleasurably above her, keeping his plank position proved a challenge as Casey started deepthroating him.

“Ah, shit... Casey.” Weakness overtook his muscles as she hummed each time he hit the back of her throat. “Ah, fuck. Stop! Stop.” He said breathlessly, pulling out of her mouth and spinning to undo the handcuffs. He pulled Casey to her feet, kissing her with urgency, grabbing he butt in his hands as she jumped wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried he to his desk and laid her down. Casey gasped as the cold mahogany came into contact with her back, her eyes widening as she spot the whip hanging out of Ethan’s open bag by his chair.

“Ethan? Why do you h-have a whi-whip?”

“Precautionary. Disobey me again, and well.. .I think you know where this will go.” He growled in her ear lowly.

Many minutes which felt like hours later, Ethan surrendered begging for Casey.

“Fuck. Spread your legs for me. Now.” He urged as he blindly reached for his pocket, pulling out a condom. Casey waited in anticipation, her back flat on his desk as she watch him slide the protection over his rock solid manhood. Without warning, after positioning himself, Ethan slammed into Casey making her cry out in pleasure.

“Shhhh.” He warned bringing a finger to her lips, which she took between her teeth as she nodded. Slowly, Ethan started to thrust, and Casey whimpered quietly as he picked up his pace.

“fuck. me. harder.” She whispered in his ear, gasping as he almost immediately fulfilled her request cause her stomach to form that familiar knotting sensation as she felt Ethan start to twitch inside of her. Their breath was ragged as the whispered each other name in ecstasy as they climaxed together.

A few moments passed in a blissful silence as the two caught their breath, before Casey sat up looking Ethan in the eyes. The were now as clear as the Caribbean Sea again and he smiled, forehead still clammy with sweat.

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” Casey teased as she looked around the room, then got up to start collecting her clothes.

“What?” he asked as he removed the condom, putting in a small black bag and the discarding it in the trash.

“Hooking up with me at work. Let alone in this office.”

Ethan chuckled as he began getting re-dressed too. He had just draped his tie round his neck when there was a knock at the door.

“Hello? Ethan? It’s Baz!”

Casey’s eyes widened as she pointed to their heads. Both of them still had sex hair. Ethan shrugged.

“He’s doesn’t know anyone’s here.” He whispered in Casey’s ear. “Now, care to help me with my tie?” he said, cocking an eyebrow at her.

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disastergay · 1 year

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gay idiots pt. 2

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Should… | Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Emma Masters) | Chapter 5 | …I Go?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Emma Masters

Summary: Five years ago, Emma Masters just landed her first big acting gig on a soap opera. While it is not much, it is an opportunity to grow. While out celebrating, she meets up with a fellow actor, Tom Hiddleston. While she doesn’t recognize any of his work, the two hit it off. Before they know, they are getting hot and heavy in the elevator up to Tom’s room. Like ships passing in the night, the two never manage to meet again.Now five years later, Emma is a heavy hitter in the prime time drama world and Tom is a Golden Globe winning movie star. Their paths cross again but things have changed. Will they do what they should or fall to their deepest desires?

This Chapter: Emma comes home to celebrate her birthday and gets a unexpected surprise. Will she make a decision based on her head or heart? And is she ready to face her consequences of her actions?

Warnings: smut, vaginal sex, fingering, drunk sex, oral sex, cheating, unhealthy relationships

“I would love to.” Tom replied, his cheery mood unmistakable over the phone.

“Great. Here’s the address.” Emma recited it and Tom wrote it down quickly.

“I will be right over.”

“Thanks.” Emma hung up the phone and took a big gulp of her wine. The swig burned her throat, and helped her fight back tears.

In the twenty minutes it took Tom to get to her house, she changed out of her work clothes and slipped on a pair of comfy shorts and a t-shirt. If she was going to spend her birthday without her boyfriend, she would at least be in comfortable clothes. Tom rang the doorbell and shuffled from one foot to another. He hid the small bag behind his back. Emma did not sound happy on the phone.

Emma pulled the door open. Tom noticed her face fraught with emotions. This was not the face of someone enjoying her birthday. The near empty wine glass in Emma’s hand confirmed Tom’s suspicions.

“What did Bryce do?” Tom accused as he pushed past Emma.

He prowled into her living room, fists clenched. His eyes darted to the corners, as though an attack was imminent.

“He’s not here.”

Tom spun and faced Emma. “What do you mean he is not here?” Tom’s eyes narrowed.

“He is in Austin. Some big fitness contract thing.” She shrugged and sniffed as tears threatened to fall.

Tom’s expression softened at the sight of Emma. He walked over to her and enveloped her in a hug. Tears pricked her eyes and fell on Tom’s shirt.

“Don’t cry, darling.” He kissed the top of her head. “No one should cry on their birthday.” His large hands rubbed up and down Emma’s back.

“It’s my party and I will cry if I want to.” Emma retorted back, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She tossed up a weak smile.

“So says the song.” Tom smiled back as he released her from the embrace. “Now I believe you promised me some cake?”

Emma nodded and pulled Tom to the kitchen. She lifted a large chocolate cake from a pink box. On top, the bakery inscribed the words “Happy Birthday” in script lettering. Oreos lined the edge of the cake. Tom’s mouth watered at the sight.

“I thought ‘no cake’ was one of Bryce’s rules.” Tom sneered as he said the man’s name.

“Fuck him. He is not here.” Emma snapped as she cut two big slices and slipped them onto plates. She handed one to Tom.

“Thank you. And aren’t we supposed to sing Happy Birthday?”

Emma threw a dry glance at Tom. “I think we are well past formality at this point.” She gestured at her outfit before shoveling a large bite into her mouth.

Tom followed suit and before long, the two of them polished off the cake slices. Emma and Tom then settled into the large couch in the living room.

“What’s that?” Emma pointed at a small gift bag up by the television.

Tom jumped to his feet and brought the bag back to the couch.

“Happy Birthday, Em.” he handed the bag to her.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Tom.” She smiled as she pulled a leather-bound book from the bag. It was a copy of Coriolanus.

Emma looked up at Tom with a furrowed brow.

“Look inside.” Tom urged.

Emma opened the cover and found an inscription in Tom’s writing.

Emma,

Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori.

Always, Tom.

Emma’s eyes welled up with tears as the memory of their first meeting flooded back to her.

“You remembered?!” she exclaimed.

Tom ran a hand down Emma’s cheek.

“I never forgot Emma. That night changed my life forever.” He looked down at her with eyes filled with every emotion.

Emma swallowed hard and ran her hand over his beard. He leaned into her hand and with no more thought; she pulled him into a kiss.

Tom’s hand grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her against his chest. She sighed into him and his tongue slipped past her lips, exploring and hungry. Her own tongue intertwined with his and within that moment, only Tom and she existed. Tom pulled away.

“I think I should go.” he stated, not moving.

Emma grabbed his hand, holding on as if her life depended on it. “I hoped you would stay.”

“But Bryce…”

“… it’s over. Maybe not in an official capacity but it has been over for a long time. I was too scared and entrenched to see.” Emma continued. “But I see everything clearly now.”

Tom gulped and held her face. “If I start this, I will not be able to stop. You understand?”

Emma’s lips curled into a smile. “I am planning on it.”

With that, Tom lunged towards her and pushed Emma into the deep-set cushions of the couch. His hands skimmed over her body before pulling on the hem of her shirt. She arched her back to allow him to pull the shirt off in one motion. Her chest heaved as he pawed at her breasts. His lips latched onto the hollow of her neck, sucking hard.

“Tom… please…” Emma moaned, her hands laced in his hair. “You’ll leave a mark.”

Tom chuckled into her. “That is the plan, love. I intend for everyone to know you are mine now and no one else’s.”

He continued suck on her neck, leaving dark hickies on both sides of her body. His hands slid up to push her bra straps off her shoulders. Emma pushed up on her elbows and unhooked the bra, slipped it off and threw behind the couch. Tom licked his lips as he took in the view.

“You are as perfect as I remember.” He hummed as he lowered his head and worked a nipple in his mouth, turning it into a hard pebble. Emma bucked into him and groaned. She couldn’t remember the last time a man desired her like Tom did. Bryce never did.

Her hands tugged on his shirt and Tom released her breasts long enough for her to remove the offending piece of clothing. He resumed his onslaught to her body, his hot skin burning against Emma. She arched and moaned as Tom took care to electrify every inch of her. Emma palmed Tom through his jeans. He groaned.

“Emma… if you continue doing that, I will need new trousers.”

Emma smirked and stopped only to unbutton and unzip his pants. She shimmied his pants and underwear past his hips, allowing them to fall around Tom’s knees. She took his now exposed cock into her hand, spreading the pre-cum along the shaft. Tom’s actions faltered at the friction. He grunted as he tugged Emma’s shorts and underwear before tossing them to join the bra somewhere behind the couch.

Tom shuffled himself further down the couch and out of reach of Emma’s hands. She whimpered in protest.

“Patience, darling. All good things…” he muttered as he kissed her inner thigh, tongue trailing up to her glistening slit. Tom tsked at the sight. “My, we are quite a mess already. One would think he has not satisfied you in quite some time.” Tom jabbed.

Emma scowled at the comment. “I would rather you do something else with your mouth than talk.” Her hands tugging at his ginger curls.

Tom’s lips curled into a smile. “With pleasure, love.”

He licked a wide stripe up her slit before settling his lips on her clit, suckling at it.

“Oh, God!” Emma screamed as she bucked into Tom’s face.

He chuckled into her, sending vibrations through her core. He continued to tease her bundle of nerves, alternating between languid licks and forceful sucking. Emma edged towards her release but Tom kept her teetering close to the edge. He snaked a hand between her legs and slid a single finger into her welcoming pussy. She gasped at the unexpected intrusion.

“You are so wet. Clenching at my finger, darling. I can’t wait to be inside.” Tom growled as he thrust his finger into her, curling at the top of each thrust. He continued to suckle her clit and Emma hitched her hips in rhythm with Tom’s thrusts, desperate for every inch of friction.

“Come on, darling. Cum for me.” Tom begged, sucking hard on her clit and flicking it with his tongue.

Emma toppled over the edge and cried out in pleasure. She clenched and gushed around Tom’s finger. When she finished riding out her orgasm, Emma let her head fall back onto the couch. Tom removed his finger and stood up. He pulled his trousers and underwear off his legs, dropping to the floor in a pile. He sat down on the couch, legs splayed and his body in full glory. Emma recovered and lifted herself up to straddle Tom.

She lowered herself on him, impaling herself to the hilt. Tom hissed as he enveloped her. She molded around him as though they were made for each other.

“God, Emma, you feel fucking amazing.” He groaned, his properness melting away in passion.

He sat still for a moment, allowing her to adjust before he placed his hands on her hips and began to rock Emma. She lifted herself up almost completely off him before lowering herself back down again.

“Emma…” Tom hissed as Emma continued to rock her hips against him, “I will not last long at this rate.”

Emma placed her hands on the back of the couch for leverage and ground into Tom’s hips. He held onto her hips as he hitched up to meet her, thrusting deep into her.

“Fuck, Emma.” he panted as his breath grew more and more ragged.

Emma noticed his pubic bone grazing against her clit and a second orgasm building inside her. She could tell by Tom’s flushed face and lust blown eyes he was close too.

“Come on, Tom.” she urged as Tom’s thrusts faltered.

As he orgasmed and spilled into Emma, Tom grabbed Emma’s face and pulled her into a deep kiss, continuing to buck into her. She orgasmed soon after, spasming around Tom’s cock and his head fell back in ecstasy. Emma slumped against Tom’s chest in a sweaty mess. As their breath slowed, Tom tucked Emma’s hair behind her ear. He ran his hands along her cheeks and smiled before placing a tender kiss on her lips.

“You are a gift, Emma.” Tom whispered.

Emma blushed.

“You are not so bad yourself.” she quipped back.

The two of them remained on the couch wrapped into each other’s arms. With a groan, Emma rolled off of Tom’s lap. She leaned over the back of the couch and grabbed her shorts and shirt, giving Tom an eyeful of her ass. He gave it a playful swat. She flopped back down next to him and shot a withering glance.

“So…” he started as he stood and pulled his underwear back on. He looked at her with hopeful eyes but his feet shifted in a nervous stance.

“What are your plans for the weekend?” Emma asked with a smirk as she pulled her clothes back on.

Tom’s eyes sparkled, and he jumped back onto the couch and pressed Emma into the cushions for a kiss once again.

They spent the weekend in various states of undress and making up for lost time. Emma sent a text to Bryce telling him to not bother coming home. They interacted only with the Postmates delivery guy who brought their food twice a day.

Come Monday morning, Emma and Tom laid tangled in the sheets on her bed. Mary came in and pulled the curtains back, flooding the room with light. She stared at the state of the room with rumpled sheets and discarded takeout containers.

“Hmmm… Emma.” she cleared her throat.

Emma’s eyes strained open. She groaned at the sunlight shining. Tom groaned and rolled over, exposing his bare ass to Emma and Mary. Mary gave a low whistle before Emma threw a blanket over Tom.

“Well you have been busy, haven’t you?” Mary gave Emma a knowing eye. “The two of you are quite a sight. The Sex Crazed Starlet and Hiddles the Homewrecker.”

“Who are you and what on earth are you talking about?” Tom piped in as he sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“You two really had some weekend!” Mary giggled. “Tom did you drive your own car?”

“Yes, why…” he questioned before reality set in, “oh no, SHIT! FUCK!” He jumped from the bed and hurried to his phone.

He looked and saw twenty messages and three voicemails, all from Luke.

“SHIT!”

Emma grabbed her phone too. Her publicist sent her a rather terse message, telling Emma to call him at once. She looked over and saw Tom pulling his clothes on at a rapid pace. He punched a number into his phone. Emma caught snippets of the conversation.

“No, it wasn’t planned.”

“I’m not discussing that with you now. I’ll call when I get home.”

Tom cut off the call. He came around the bed and pressed his lips against Emma’s. The kiss communicated he wanted to stay but couldn’t.

“I will call you later.” he promised.

She nodded, knowing they must deal with the current crisis, but sad to see him go. She just got him and now it appeared as though everything was crashing around them. Emma got up and saw him to the door, giving him one more kiss. She didn’t notice the slew of cars outside her gate and she didn’t hear the clicks of shutters capturing the kiss. She headed back inside to face Mary and make some very uncomfortable phone calls.

“So how bad is it?” Emma asked Mary, cringing at the response.

“Remember when Brad cheated on Jen with Angelina?” Mary quipped back.

Tears pricked at Emma’s eyes.

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choices-love-affair · 4 years

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Pedestal ch.4

Ethan stood at the nurses station, discussing a patient notes with another Attending regarding the next step in their care plan that would be beneficial in getting them cured and discharged from Edenbrook. He had officially asked Lorelei out on a date two weeks ago, although the date did not end up lasting awfully long, only getting as far as the carpark outside Donahues before taking her home:

“so, what movie are we watching?” he asked genuinely, as he placed some popcorn into the microwave and poured wine into two glasses. When no he received no answer, he glanced around the living area “Lorelei?” he called out sceptically, beginning to investigate the rest of his apartment.

What he was not expecting to find, however, was her already in his bed dressed in nothing but her lingerie, looking at him, her bottom lip bitten between her teeth “did you bring the popcorn?” she asked.

“Fuck the popcorn” was all he said before slamming the bedroom door shut and descending onto the bed.

Ever since he found the confidence and got over being the jackass that he was being, to ask her out, he found her infiltrating every space of his mind, often absentmindedly fiddling when he was meant to be focusing. They had managed and so far, been successful, in keeping their relationship private, and Lorelei assured him that only Sienna knew. They were smart, being very mindful of their interactions, with only fleeting looks and the occasional peck on the cheek on the way past each other in an empty corridor, and he really hoped they could keep it that way.

He was attempting his hardest to listen to the Attending in front of him, but found his vision often flicking over their shoulder and further down the corridor, noticing Lorelei standing with two other doctors, Trihn and Lahela – of course Lahela, always fucking Lahela. He watched her as Bryce said something and she threw her head back and laughed. Her laugh was so loud, hearty, and boisterous and while it didn’t at all match what you would expect her laugh to sound like, it suited her flamboyant and carefree personality, and just the sound of it elated him, as he softly smiled, a small chuckle escaping him.

“Great, well thanks for that Dr Ramsey, I’ll be sure to pass the information along to ensure we get the patient up and, on their way” the Attending smiled at him invitingly, packing up her files and attempting to regain his focus.

His vision blurred Lorelei out as his attention snapped back to the Attending, granting his face to feign a false smile when he embarrassingly realised he had tuned out from the conversation entirely, “you’re welcome Dr Connolly, keep me updated…”

“Please, call me Elise” she smiled sweetly, her body language changing drastically as she shifted the weight on her feet to angle herself toward him, closing the gap “that tie suits you” she touched it gently before looking back up at him continuing “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go for a drink after work?”.

“Oh” he began, his rational mind finally coming to the party as he nervously glanced at her. Sure, she was attractive, and in another life, he might have considered it. But not now, and probably not ever, since Lorelei steam rolled her way into his life and he certainly had no intention of changing that “I’m flattered, Dr Connolly” he emphasised, wanting to keep it professional “but I’m spoken for” he smiled at her apologetically.

“Oh! Well that’s certainly news! Forgive me, just the last I heard you and Dr Emery had-“

“Oh, it’s not Dr Emery!” he said hurriedly, putting his guard up once more, he had already said too much.

When Elise realised she would not be getting any more information from him or that drink, she smiled and pulled her shoulders back confidently “well then” she replied “whoever she is, she’s a lucky woman. Thank you for being honest with me” before smiling at him and bidding him farewell.

He breathed out a large sigh of relief, thankful she didn’t ask too many questions and make this situation any harder than it was. He ran his hand through his hair before packing up his files in preparation to leave, when he hazarded a fleeting glance back down the corridor to see if Lorelei was still there, though it appeared she had already left.

A pang of disappointment shot through his body, before he quickly tried to dismiss it, picking up his files, he headed towards the elevators, past where she had just been standing, when his pager went off

“Consult needed, room 913 – Delarosa” he read, before stuffing the pager in his pocket and picking up his pace. Before he could even push the button on the elevator, he heard a cough and glanced around curiously, he had assumed he was alone.

“So…” he heard Lorelei’s voice and turned to find her lent up against a wall down a side corridor “What did Dr Connolly want? She sure looked cosy” she continued nonchalantly, picking at her nails, and trying to remain impartial with her voice and face.

Ethan’s face softened into a small smile that crinkled at his eyes, glancing down the corridor to ensure they were still alone, he approached her “Jealous, are we?” he asked incredulously, eyebrow arching at the refreshing change and role reversal.

“No” shrugged Lorelei, still not meeting his eyes “just curious”

“Well, if you must know, she asked me out for drinks after work” he informed her, watching her face intently and slightly amused when her eyes snapped up possessively as she pushed herself off the wall.

“Oh…well… have fun” she offered, hurt evident in her voice as she attempted to make her way around him, he quickly shifted and blocked her way with his body

“There’s no need to be jealous.” he assured her, voice soft and genuine

“I’m not jealous” she scoffed, face screwing up with disapproval.

“Seems that way. What were you laughing about with Bryce?” he asked

“why were you watching me?”

“why were you watching me?” he shot back instantly

Lorelei considered her next words carefully, although he had offered to at least try to make ‘them’ work, her mind was always clouded with the potential doubt that he would leave the moment things got too much, just like he always did.

“I…” she stammered, kicking at the ground with the toe of her shoe. Ethan reached down and cupped her chin, pulling her face up and making her look at him

“You can talk me” he nodded encouragingly at her, the age gap and emotional maturity obvious.

“I don’t want to share you…” she admitted, voice small “And I know we agreed we weren’t going to be public or even exclusive but I just thoug-“

“we never said anything about not being exclusive…” he chimed in softly, Lorelei’s stomach flipped as she looked up at him, hope flooding her eyes “and for the record… I told her I wasn’t interested” he smiled “I informed her there’s somebody else anyway, although I don’t know how smart that was, the whole hospital will know by noon” he sighed and rolled his eyes, chuckling lowly before continuing “I assumed that that somebody in question was my girlfriend but she seems to think that we aren’t exclusive so I suppose I could always go back and find Elise, take her up on the offer” he looked away from Lorelei’s face around the corner before looking back, a small smirk playing on his lips.

They eyes never leaving one another’s, neither wanting to surrender, as Lorelei grabbed him by his tie and dragged him into the adjacent medical supply closet, closing the door and locking it behind them.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing” he scowled, unimpressed at the random action, Lorelei ignoring him and as she pushed him against the back of the now locked door and reached up to his neck, dragging his head down to meet her lips in a deep and sensual kiss which quickly turned steamy and desperate. Before Ethan could register what was happening, Lorelei had begun undoing his tie in an attempt to remove it “stop… mph” silenced with another of her chaste kisses “Lorelei stop” he said breathlessly as she yanked the tie from his neck and disposed of it on the ground, the top button of his shirt popping off with it as they both stopped to listen to the noise of it bouncing along the floor

“oops…” Lorelei giggled mischievously, biting her lip and looking up at Ethan innocently, before resuming their kiss

Ethan soon found his hands caressing up her thighs and underneath her skirt, toying with the top of her gartered stockings before making his ascent further up, caressing the tops of her thighs as he lost himself in her scent and heady kisses “Jesus Christ” he spoke breathlessly as Lorelei planted kisses along his jaw and neck that rendered him functionless.

Ethan’s mind was going wild, he had never in his entire career considered doing anything like this especially not in a supply closet and DEFINTELY not in his workplace. It went against everything he stood for and yet, he had no intention of stopping her.

Lorelei continued to pepper kisses in the sections she knew sent him wild, as she began pulling his tucked in shirt out from his belt and running her hands along the bare skin of his chest and back down again,

“so, you’re saying that you’re my boyfriend now?” she whispered in his ear as she skimmed her fingers along his pant line, eliciting a shiver from him.

“I’ll be anything you want me to be, Lorelei, just never be threatened by another woman” he replied breathlessly. Unable to handle it any longer, he pushed her off of him and spun her around, pinning her against the door and swapping their positions “you never have to be jealous because it will only ever be you” he growled in her ear, her skirt hitching up as he forced her legs open with his and moved into the newly freed space.

Their kisses intensified, losing themselves in each other and in the moment. Lorelei smirked up at him before attempting to unbuckle his belt, when he became acutely aware of what exactly was happening, and his rational mind once again came to join the party. Before he could change his mind, his hands rushed to hers and stopped them, pulling them up and kissing her knuckles

“stop…” he gestured softly to her, desire flamed in his eyes but nevertheless, his strong will prevailed “not here, we can’t let our guard down. I’m sorry” he apologised as he continued kissing her hands, eyes filled with disappointment before he pushed himself away from her.

“Don’t be sorry, probably not a bad idea” she laugh breathlessly as she fixed her clothes. As she stood and regrouped her hair, she glanced down and noticed his discarded tie still on the ground a wicked thought entered her mind. She bent down to collect it and stood in front of Ethan, watching as he tucked his shirt back into his pants and rebuckled his belt, toying with the material of his shirt that was now missing a button and absently held his hand out for his tie. He looked up at her expectantly when he didn’t receive it, hand still held out, when he saw the mischievous glint she got all to often in her eye.

“Lorelei…” he warned, face hardening with concern as he watched her inch towards the door, unlocking it and slowly turning the handle “Lorelei Stannaway… don’t you dare do what I think you’re about to do, give my tie back” he gestured desperately , fear starting to inch into his face. Lorelei bit her lip before stuffing the tie into her pocket, whipping the door open and slipping unnoticed into the now busy corridor

“Lorelei!” he hissed, to no avail. She was gone “fffffff” he quietly vented “shit!” he surrendered to the situation, standing in the middle of the closet defeatedly, before fixing his hair and attempting to exit the closet without gaining attention.

It had been twenty minutes since he received the page for the consult he was requested for, as he hurriedly entered the patients room, face flushed, although he was unsure if it was from heat or from embarrassment. He was greeted by Ines, two interns and Elise who were now eyeing him disapprovingly at his lack of punctuality. Elise’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at him as she lingered on the now missing tie, broken button and the somewhat dishevelled appearance that now consumed a usually pristine Dr Ethan Ramsey.

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