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My First The first time they met was frantic and awkward, a quick introduction between patients. The attending’s ex-wife, new interns. One to be feared, the others already scared. It wasn’t until later that Elliot learned Jordan and Dr. Cox were still together, and by then she already cared too much. The first kiss was surprisingly sweet; to pairs of lips brushing against each other, linger for a moment before pulling away, embarrassed. Elliot flushed and looked away, so Jordan turned her face towards her, harder than she needed to. “Look at me.” The first words were harsh and demanding, everything Elliot loved and hated about her. She looked away for a moment then back at Jordan, trying not to get lost in her eyes. The first touch, strong and confident, massaging Elliot’s breast. The first touch, tentative and unsure, stroking the inside of Jordan’s thigh. The first orgasm was amazing, beyond words. Jordan arched her back and closed her eyes, not wanting to admit why it felt so good. The first orgasm was amazing, beyond words. Elliot came, moaning Jordan’s name into her shoulder as she road it out. The first night was hard, one needing to be held, the other to get away. After whispered threats, Jordan found herself curling up under the blankets, still refusing to touch Elliot. By the time they woke up, they were holding each other. The first morning was awkward and uncomfortable, good mornings mumbled over coffee. Another kiss, another word, another touch, another orgasm. A first shared shower, Elliot bringing out Jordan’s softer side, Jordan discovering she liked it. The first fight, over whether to tell people or not. Slammed doors, tears shed, words shouted through hospital hallways that shouldn’t have been said at all. By then the point was moot, but it still took another few days for them to settle down again. The first real date, candlelit dinner and a quiet movie, poorly concealed make-outs in the theater, barely making home with all their clothes on. Steaming mugs of tea in front of the fireplace, suddenly shy smiles exchanged in the glowing light. The first I love yous, unexpectedly exchanged in a patient’s room. Shocked eyes, tentative smiles, beating hears, kind words from a dying woman. Leaving the room holding hands, Jordan strangely comfortable with it. Still, she couldn’t resist a biting remark to Perry, who wouldn’t even admit he was sleeping with another man. The first time they were happy, truly happy, in a long, long time. |
My 40 Snapshotsby Nicole Merrill |
