His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip. He cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples as she gasped."Fuck, you're gorgeous," Dan murmured, his voice rough with desire.Freya turned in his arms, pressing her back against his chest. "Less talking, more action, Sergeant," she commanded, guiding one of his hands lower.Dan chuckled, his fingers dipping between her thighs. "Yes, ma'am," he quipped, circling her clit with practiced precision.Freya's head fell back against his shoulder, her breath coming in short pants. "God, Dan," she moaned, her hips rocking against his hand.He held her close, his free hand roaming her body as he worked her towards the edge. The hot water pounded against them, adding
The acrid scent of antiseptic clung to Freya as she rapped her knuckles against Dan's door, exhaustion seeping into her bones. Twelve hours in the ER had left her scrubs spattered with an array of bodily fluids she'd rather not contemplate. All she wanted was a hot shower and Dan's strong arms around her.The door swung open, revealing Dan's warm smile. "Well hello there, Doctor Anderson. Rough day?"Freya let out a long sigh. "You have no idea. I swear, it's like the full moon brought out every idiot with a death wish in a fifty-mile radius."Dan chuckled, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "Come on in, I've got the shower all ready for you. Thought you might need it.""My hero," Freya murmured, breathing in his clean scent. God, how did he always smell so good?
The ER doors hissed open as Freya stumbled out, her scrubs spattered with an array of bodily fluids she'd rather not contemplate. She leaned against the cool brick wall, fishing her phone from her pocket."Fucking hell," she muttered, seeing the time. 9:12 PM. Her shift had stretched well past its scheduled end, as usual.Her fingers flew across the screen, composing a text to Dan:Freya: Just escaped. Unbelievably long day. Lost count of the idiots. Then another bloody car accident. Ready to pass out.She hit send, then closed her eyes, inhaling the crisp night air. It was a stark contrast to the antiseptic tang of the ER.Her phone buzzed.Dan:
Steam billowed around them as hot water cascaded over their entwined bodies. Freya's back pressed against the cool tile, a stark contrast to Dan's heated skin. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he thrust into her."Fuck," Freya gasped, her fingers tangling in his wet hair. Every movement sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her.Dan's lips trailed along her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point. "You feel amazing," he murmured against her skin.Freya's legs tightened around his waist, urging him deeper. She lost herself in the rhythm, the slick slide of their bodies, the building pressure low in her belly."Dan, I'm close," she whimpered, nails raking down his back.He groaned, hips snapping faster. "Come
Freya led Dan to her bedroom, her heart pounding. She grabbed an oversized t-shirt from her dresser, acutely aware of Dan's eyes on her."I'll just..." she gestured vaguely towards the bathroom.Dan nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Take your time, Doc."In the bathroom, Freya quickly shed her shorts and hoodie, pulling the t-shirt over her head. She stared at her reflection, taking a deep breath. "Get it together, Anderson," she muttered.When she emerged, Dan was already in bed, his clothes neatly folded on a chair. The sight of his bare chest made her breath catch."You gonna stand there all night?" Dan teased, lifting the covers invitingly.Freya rolled her eyes, try
"You know," she murmured, snuggling closer, "maybe I won't fall asleep after all, it’s nice having someone to watch this stuff with.”Dan's fingers traced lazy circles on her shoulder as the familiar scenes unfolded. When Gandalf arrived in the Shire, Freya couldn't help herself."A wizard is never late," she intoned softly, "nor is he early.""He arrives precisely when he means to," Dan finished, his chest rumbling with quiet laughter.Freya tilted her head to look up at him, a grin spreading across her face. "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?""Damn straight," Dan replied, his eyes never leaving the screen. "I didn't memorize all this shit for nothing."As the mo
Freya shovelled a forkful of noodles into her mouth, savouring the burst of flavours. "Mmm, this is exactly what I needed," she mumbled around her food, not caring about table manners. She swallowed and gestured at the TV with her fork. "What are we watching anyway?"Dan flicked through channels, settling on some mindless reality show. "How's this for brain-numbing entertainment?""Perfect," Freya chuckled, leaning back into the couch cushions. She felt the tension in her shoulders start to loosen. "You know, when I pictured our date tonight, I didn't exactly imagine this.""Oh?" Dan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what did you imagine, Doctor Anderson?"Freya rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her grin. "I don't know, maybe something a bit more... p
Freya pocketed her phone with a mix of relief and frustration. Dan would have to wait. She hurried to bay three, where an elderly man was complaining of chest pains. As she assessed him, her mind kept drifting back to Dan's text.'Focus, Freya,' she chided herself. 'Lives to save, remember?'But even as she ordered an ECG, a part of her was composing replies in her head. By the time she finished with the patient, she'd settled on a response. She pulled out her phone.Freya: I think you're fishing for compliments, Sergeant Foster. But don't worry, your ego is safe with me.She hit send, then immediately second-guessed herself. Too coy? Not flirty enough? Before she could overthink it further, another trauma came in. Freya pocketed her phone and rushed to
The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor made Freya's eyes ache as she slumped onto a chair in the staff break room. She'd been on her feet for five hours straight, dealing with everything from a kid who'd shoved a Lego up his nose to a drunk who'd managed to dislocate his own shoulder while attempting to recreate a TikTok dance.Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Freya fished it out, expecting another text from Emily demanding more gossip. Instead, her heart did a little flip when she saw Dan's name on the screen.Dan: Enjoyed our lunch, Doctor Anderson. Counting down the days until Wednesday. Hope you're not stitching up too many idiots tonight.A grin spread across Freya's face as she typed her reply.Freya: The night is you