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My Black Night Elliot lay in bed, hands slowly trailing over her freshly cleaned body, wiping away the few drops of water that remained. She was shaking, whether it was from the cold shower or the mixture of frustration, depression and arousal that had been plaguing her all day she didn’t know, and didn’t really care. It had been a long day, and she didn’t want to think anymore. She cupped one of her breasts, gently rubbing a finger over the nipple. Yes, today had been a long day indeed… - Elliot carefully made her way to the on call room, trying to attract as little attention as possible. Rounds had just ended and Kelso had been in a particularly bad mood and apparently she had been particularly obvious because he had spent the entire time picking on her. Dr. Cox had been in a bad mood too, yelling orders at everyone he saw, frightening even JD, who was hiding on the roof. And Jordan…she had no idea what had gotten into Jordan, and really didn’t want to know. She eased the door open, praying no one was there. She heard heavy breathing coming from one corner of the room and groaned. She flipped the lights on saying, “Todd, I swear to god if you don’t–” But it wasn’t Todd, not even Turk and Carla. No, it had to be Jordan and Dr. Cox. He had her pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around his hips, both gasping and moaning. She froze, even when Dr. Cox turned around and started yelling at her. She wanted to leave, wanted to more than anything, but she couldn’t stop staring at Jordan’s breasts, full and swollen. It was only when Jordan joined also started yelling that she regained movement, turning as fast as she could and slamming the door shut behind her. She found the nearest supply closet and spent the next half hour pretending she wasn’t crying, pretending she didn’t care. - Even now, Elliot felt a few stray tears slide down her cheeks. She pinched her nipple and gasped quietly in the dark room, feeling her stomach clench in pain as much as pleasure. She ran her other hand down her stomach and onto her thigh, trailing her nails along the soft skin. She knew there would be marks the next day and didn’t care – it wasn’t like anyone was going to see them. She moved her hand, flicking her clit harder than she needed to, digging her nails into the sensitive bud. She cried out, thinking she’d give anything for it to be Jordan’s hand instead of her own, Jordan slamming two, then three fingers into her, Jordan… - Jordan looked up at Elliot, eyes dark with desire, before flicking Elliot’s clit with her tongue, secretly delighting in her answering moan. She continued to massage a breast with one hand while trailing the fingers of the other across Elliot’s thighs, gently caressing the sensitive skin before pushing two fingers into her. She curled them, rubbing against that spot, the one that made Elliot scream. She added a third, then a fourth, biting Elliot’s clit, pinching the nipple she still hadn’t let go of. Elliot’s breath sped up and she started shaking, moaning quietly. “Jordan,” she whispered, unable to help herself. Jordan growled and pumped her fingers faster, bit harder, pinched tighter. Elliot let out a raw scream and arched her back, coming hard. Jordan eased up but continued to pleasure Elliot as she rode it out. - Elliot sighed quietly, wiping her fingers on the sheets before brushing her tears away. She climbed under the covers, pulling them up under her chin and wishing, yet again, that Jordan was here to hold her. |
My 40 Snapshotsby Nicole Merrill |
