They pushed through the doors into trauma three, and Freya's world tilted sideways. The patient's face, though slack in unconsciousness, was heartbreakingly familiar. Dan Foster lay there, a thin trail of dried blood tracking from his temple, his clothes disheveled and torn."Fuck," The word escaped her lips before she could catch it, her professional mask cracking for just a moment. She felt her stomach drop, but her hands remained steady as she moved to his side.Ellie caught her reaction, shooting her a concerned glance as they transferred Dan to the hospital bed. Freya forced herself to focus, to treat this like any other patient, even as her heart hammered against her ribs."You said he was combative?" She directed the question at the police officers while her fingers found Dan's pulse. Strong, but rapid.
The emergency room doors whispered open at three PM sharp, ushering in the afternoon parade of minor catastrophes that marked the start of Freya's shift. She flexed her fingers, still warm from her third cup of coffee, and smiled at the first disaster of the day – a five-year-old with the kind of determined expression that usually meant something was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be."So," Freya said, crouching down to eye level with the little girl, whose mother hovered anxiously nearby. "I hear you've got something interesting in your ear?"The child nodded solemnly, her pigtails bouncing. "I wanted to keep my favourite beads safe.""Three of them," her mother added, wringing her hands. "I told her not to..."Freya maintained her calm smile. "Well, that was very c
Emily shifted in her seat at The Rusty Anchor, running her palm over the pronounced curve of her belly as tiny feet performed what felt like an enthusiastic tap routine against her ribs. The restaurant's soft lighting caught the crystal stemware arranged before her, throwing scattered light across the crisp white tablecloth where Sophia and Evelyn sat trading knowing looks as they watched the entrance."Stop watching the door like vultures," Emily said, grimacing as another kick landed square under her ribcage. "She's barely five minutes late.""Five minutes is plenty of time for a quickie," Sophia observed, stirring her drink with deliberate slowness. Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief as she caught Evelyn's gaze. "Especially if Dan's as efficient as his military background suggests.""I hate you both," Emily mu
Freya let out a surprised gasp that turned into a laugh as he hoisted her over his shoulder, her auburn hair falling in a cascade around her face. The short walk to the bedroom felt like an eternity, her skin tingling wherever it pressed against his muscled shoulder."Such a bratty girl," he murmured, his voice carrying that quiet authority that made her pulse quicken. He set her down with deliberate care, his hands sliding along her sides as he positioned her in front of him. "Bend over. Hold the bedpost."Freya complied, wrapping her fingers around the smooth wood. Her breath came in short pants, anticipation coiling in her belly as Dan's warm palm skimmed down her spine. His touch was feather-light, almost reverent, as he traced the curve of her ass."Look how wet you are already," he observed, two fingers slidin
She took another bite of her bacon, watching Dan's eyes track the movement of her lips. His gaze was intense, predatory, and it made her pulse quicken."Careful there, Anderson," Dan murmured, his fingers ghosting along her arm. "Keep looking at me like that, and I might not wait for you to finish breakfast."Freya's breath hitched. She set down her bacon roll, appetite forgotten. "Maybe I'm done eating," she challenged, lifting her chin defiantly.Dan's smile was positively wolfish. "Then I guess it's time to settle our little debate, isn't it?"In one fluid motion, Dan stood and swept Freya off her chair. She let out a surprised squeal that quickly dissolved into giggles as he tossed her over his shoulder, her auburn hair falling in a messy cascade.
Freya's eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She felt Dan's warm body pressed against her back, his arm draped over her waist. Their legs were tangled together, skin sticky with dried sweat from the night before.She stretched languidly, savoring the delicious ache in her muscles. "Mmm, morning," she mumbled, voice still husky from sleep.Dan stirred behind her, nuzzling into her neck. "G'morning," he muttered, pulling her closer.Freya chuckled. "Someone's cuddly today." She turned in his arms to face him, taking in his sleepy grin and tousled hair."Can you blame me?" Dan's eyes roamed appreciatively over her bare form. "I've got a gorgeous woman in my bed.""Flatterer," Fr
Dan's fingers trembled slightly as he tapped out the pizza order. His mind was still racing from their shower escapades, Freya's lithe form seared into his retinas."Goddamn it, Doctor Anderson. Now I'm not going to be able to focus on anything," he growled, hitting 'Place Order' with more force than necessary.Freya smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter. "How long did they say?""Half hour," Dan replied, setting his phone down. He exhaled slowly, trying to regain some semblance of control. Fat chance of that."Plenty of time," Freya purred. Before Dan could react, she dropped gracefully to her knees in front of him. His breath caught as she pressed a feather-light kiss to his tip, then dragged her tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft.
Dan carefully withdrew from Freya, eliciting a soft whimper from her lips. The sudden emptiness left her feeling bereft, her body still quivering from the intensity of their shared climax."You okay?" Dan asked, his voice a mix of concern and lingering desire.Freya nodded, struggling to catch her breath. "Just... feeling empty," she admitted, her medical mind noting the physiological response even as her body craved more.Dan's rich laughter filled the steamy air. "Christ, Doc. You're insatiable," he teased, his hands ghosting over her hips."Occupational hazard," Freya quipped, turning to face him with a smirk. "We doctors have excellent stamina."Dan's eyes darkened. "Is that a challenge, Anderson?"
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