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It was the Fourth of July, but you found no need to celebrate the day. Instead, you found comfort lying in bed until the day was over. Ringing from your phone awakened you in the middle of the night. You stirred and stretched in your sheets, then reached for the brightly-lit device.
You looked at the screen, blinking the exhaustion away as soon as you read the caller ID: Baran.
"Hello?" You started, sleep still evident in your voice.
"Hey… sorry, did I wake you?" Baran replied, her voice hoarser than usual.
"No, don't worry about it," you shook your head as if she could see you. "Is everything okay?"
"Long story," she sighed. "But, uh… I know this might be a big ask, but can you drive me home tonight?"
"Yeah," you said, no complaints. "I'll go get my keys and-"
"Can you Uber to the hospital?" she asked, the words escaping her mouth as if it was painful to ask anything more. "I'll explain everything later, promise."
Was she okay? Was she hurt? A plethora of worries popped into your head, but you very quickly swept them aside. Of course you were going to follow through, no questions asked.
A simple 'Okay' was all you responded with before saying goodbye and getting an Uber.
-
You thanked the driver before getting out the car. The bright red emergency room sign shone overhead as you walked by. In the distance, you can almost hear the waiting room and its endless sea of people. As per Baran's instructions, you made your way to the rooftop of the parking lot to meet her. You walked towards her, hands in your pockets as you laid eyes on the woman leaning on the closed trunk of her car. She ran a hand through tousled curls before meeting your gaze with a tired smile.
"Hey, I'm sorry this was short notice-"
"Baran," you rested a warm hand on her exposed shoulder. "Don't sweat it. Let's get you home."
The doctor opened her mouth to protest, but relented and threw you her keys.
-
Naturally, your hand rested on her thigh as you drove. You absentmindedly rubbed the top of it with your thumb as you both sat in comfortable silence. It wasn't the right time to pry. Baran deserved to open up when she was ready. Her hand found the top of yours and held it as your thumb continued its ministrations, sighing at the comforting touch. When you reached a stoplight, Baran spoke.
"Thank you for doing this."
"Of course," you met her eyes again, giving her an earnest smile. "I'd do this any time, you know that."
Baran nodded knowingly, letting your response breathe. She took a deep breath, ghosting her fingertips over your knuckles before speaking again.
"I had two seizures today," she admitted. "One of which Robby noticed and I informed him of my… condition. He berated me for it."
The light turned green as she finished her sentence. You tightened your grip on her thigh as you drove again. "That's fucked up. I'm really sorry."
Baran looked out the window, watching buildings and pedestrians pass. Cars flew by and she rubbed the temples of her forehead.
"I've been scared to drive since," she said quietly, like it's a secret she has yet to tell. "I tried. I don't trust myself."
"You made the right choice to call," you assured. "Everything will be okay, alright? We're gonna figure this out."
Baran nodded contentedly, though the weight of the day was still felt. For seemingly the first time all day, somebody was willing to work with her, not against her. She brought your hand to her lips and kissed it before sniffling against you. Warm tears dripped onto your hand as she cried into your skin.
With a quick glance off the road, you gently wiped the droplets away. Her eyes were so tired. Any ounce of energy from earlier in the day was completely gone. A pang of sadness swelled through your chest seeing her like this.
After a gentle caress of her cheek, you averted your attention back onto the road with a newfound determination to get her home.
-
You put her car in park, then unbuckled her seatbelt for her.
"Wait there," you exited and walked around to her side, opening the door for her.
She stepped out, wearing her bag on her shoulder. You took the purse from her before shutting the door and walking hand in hand with her into her apartment.
When you unlocked the door, you let her go in before you. Baran plopped onto the couch as you put her bag and keys away. As soon as you heard her sit, you turned to join her. You stood before her, standing between spread legs before moving to sit, but Baran stopped you.
Her hands were firm on your waist, insistent on keeping you where you were. She bowed her head forward until it rested on your lower stomach, putting as much of her weight on you as possible. You chuckled at her gesture while your hands found their way to the back of her head, fingertips gently scratching through her bed of curls.
"What do you need?" you asked.
"You."
"Besides that."
Baran briefly pulled away to look up at you with such clear devotion. She leaned forward again, pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach. She repeated the action, this time with her eyes closed. Her hands slowly slipped underneath the hem of your shirt, cool fingertips making you shiver under her touch.
"I asked you a question," you reminded her, though she didn't actually need it. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"And I answered," she murmured against you, then lifted the hem of your shirt to kiss the skin there.
You hummed as her warm lips brushed against you again. "Are you sure? I don't want you doing this if you're feeling-"
"I'm sure," she breathed, looking up with her hands running along your torso. "I need this. Please?"
Exhaling a shaky breath, you gave her permission.
Baran's tongue darts out her mouth as she kisses the expanse of your bare stomach. She kissed her way up until the hem of the shirt falls back down and she's left kissing your clothed torso anywhere she can reach. You guided the two of you back onto the couch, letting her get on top of you. Her hands spread your legs wider as she leaned over to kiss you.
She groaned into the kiss as if she's been hungry, starving for it. You captured her lips, delicately brushing your tongue against her bottom one until she so eagerly invites it into her mouth. Baran sucked on the muscle before clashing her's against yours, relishing in the messiness of it all. She moaned into your mouth before pulling away to take off your shirt.
You lifted your arms up, giggling as Baran tosses your shirt aside. Your hands wandered down to her tank top and attempted to pull it up, but Baran held your wrists in place.
"Hands to yourself," she chided. "Let me take care of you."
With your hands on either side of you, you leaned up to kiss Baran again. This time, it's soft and pleading. Baran's hands began to wander, running up your sides until her palms grope your tits through your bra. You groaned, arching into the touch while holding onto her shoulders. Your protruding chest invited Baran to kiss your sternum.
She moved down until she reached the waistband of your sweatpants, her mouth grazing the cloth as she looks up at you from below. You slightly bucked your hips toward her to no avail since she pulled away, denying contact. Her fingers slipped beneath the band and pulled downward until the garment was completely off.
Baran settled in between your legs, mouth watering as she figures out where to put it first. She went for your thighs first, leaving open mouthed kisses along every inch. Once she got closer to your warmth, she ramped up her teasing by licking along the edge of your panties.
"Baran," you panted. "Stop teasing."
"No," she shook her head before repeating the action on the other side.
You whined pathetically, a noise which was met with a sound of satisfaction from your lover. She nipped at the material before finally pulling the garment down your legs.
The sight she was met with made her moan. You glistened between your thighs; arousal clung against you, waiting to be tasted. You presented yourself properly, spreading your legs wider to further entice the doctor.
"Oh, baby," Baran slurred, drunk off your scent. "You've already made such a mess."
You playfully rolled your eyes. "It's your fault."
"Yeah?"
"Yes," you said exasperatedly. "Fuck, just do something about it already."
Baran scoffs at your annoyance and wraps her arms around your thighs as an almost reprieve. "Well that's not how you ask for something, is it?"
The brunette swore she heard you grumble in response. She tilted her head as she awaited your response, refusing to do anything until you comply. She occupied herself by pressing chaste kisses on your thigh. After stifling a whine, you decided to succumb to your desires.
"Please, will you fuck me?" You asked, chest heaving in anticipation.
Baran cursed under her breath, so proud of your obedience. A sly smirk appeared before leaning even closer to your cunt. Her breath teased your mound as she spoke.
"Good girl," she praised. "See, it's better when you listen to me."
You could barely process the warm air against your pussy when Baran expertly licked up from your slit, through your folds, and to your swollen clit. She tenderly lapped at the bud before sucking it into her mouth. Her moans against your pussy radiated in all the right places, easily making you lose your breath.
You lazily gripped a handful of her hair as her tongue moved against you. "God, you're so good."
Baran languidly ate you out, squeezing your thighs to hold you in place. She was far from shy, unafraid to use every part of her mouth on you until you trembled in her hands. Your sweet musk egged her on, so much so that she closed her eyes to savor every ounce of it. The sounds of her devouring you were all you can hear and it was pleasantly obscene.
"Baran," you moaned.
The way you said her name coaxed her to open her eyes. "Yes?"
"More… I need more."
"Hmm," she hummed against your cunt, pretending to think before briefly pulling away. "Not yet."
She dove right in again, ignoring your request with ease. One thing about Baran is she loved to take her time whenever she could. Working in an emergency room does that to a person. Bringing this aspect in the bedroom, however, was more fun for her than it was for you.
So, you whined. "Why?"
Baran reluctantly pulled away from your cunt as if you've interrupted her meal. "Because I'm not done yet."
"Please," you whimpered as she lazily flicks her tongue on your clit. She was relentless. You pulled her hair and she groaned, the pain going straight to her groin. "I need it."
"Eshgham," she warned, dull nails digging into the skin of your thighs. "Wait."
You threw your head back into the plush cushion, wishing it would consume you whole. Having to hold off longer was hell. Baran continued anyway, soaking in every noise and face you made. You looked so perfectly ruined that it made her ache. After a few more minutes, she let up once your grip in her hair went slack.
Baran leisurely pulled her mouth away from you, tasting the arousal coating her lips. You laid there, eyes shut and body limp before you felt fingertrips prodding your entrance.
"Finally," you mumbled, earning yourself a quick swat to the inner thigh.
"Or you can say thank you," Baran suggested.
Without wasting time, she slipped two fingers inside of you until she was knuckle deep. The moment your warmth enveloped her digits, her mouth parted in awe.
"Baby," you whimpered.
"What do you say?" Baran asked, her suggestion now an order. She curled her fingers, keen on pulling the response from you.
Your thighs closed around her wrist, but she was quick to pry them back open. Shallow breaths escaped your lips as every curl sent you reeling.
"Thank you," you said, head thrown back and eyes shut. "Shit… thank you."
"Look at me," she commanded. "I want you to look at me when you cum."
Baran quickened her pace inside you, eyes trained on yours. When you pried your eyes open, being met with hers sent an extra wave of pleasure through your body. She leaned down to latch her lips around your clit again, sucking with gusto to bring you closer to the edge.
"So close," you cried.
"I know, baby," she said so sweetly that you throbbed. "Let go for me."
Instantaneously, you reached your climax with a loud cry. You trapped Baran between your thighs as you rode your orgasm out, panting as your body twitches. Baran carefully cleaned you up with her tongue before pulling out, admiring the aftermath.
She slowly climbed over you, then slipped both digits into your waiting mouth. There was something about your arousal mixed with her skin that tasted divine. She let your tongue run greedily between every crevice and pad of her fingers, then moaned when you started to suck.
With a pop from your mouth, you let her fingers go.
You sighed contentedly, grateful to have finally caught your breath. "Do you feel better now?"
Baran heartily laughed. "Yeah, I do."