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“Sorry, I made other plans” Dr. Garcia had told Trinity so many times.
Every time Trinity asked to hang out, watch a movie, see the fireworks of 4th of July, or even eat ramen together,
It was met with that same answer.
And Trinity? She was getting fed up.
Luckily for her, there were other hot surgeons in the OR at PTMC, and her eyes landed on none other than Emery Walsh.
It wasn’t like she’d just noticed Walsh, she’d actually had eyes on her for a while. Her skill, her beauty, her hilarious one liners that could make Trinity’s own sarcasm fall of deaf ears.
She was…exactly her type.
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Santos and Dr. Mohan were called to an internal bleeding case. Coincidentally, so was Garcia, and Walsh.
Wow. Both her crushes in one room? How could she be more lucky?
They stabilize the patient and Garcia takes him up to the OR for surgery.
Now’s her shot.
“Hey, Walsh, do you wanna get drinks sometime?” Trinity asks as she walks Emery to the elevator.
“Santos, are you asking me out?”
“No, I’m inviting you for drinks as a friend to talk shit about our coworkers.” She quipped back in response.
“Sure, I’m in. Text me the details”
“Cool. See you there”
“Yep”
And with that Emery stepped into the elevator and went back up to the OR.
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The idea was simple. Drinks at Hidden Harbour at 9, talk shit about Garcia, confide in Walsh about the pain Garcia put her through, and maybe a kiss on the cheek if they were drunk enough.
The night had other plans.
Trinity showed up in a maroon tank top, black baggy jeans, and a leather jacket, with her worn Doc Martens boots she’d had since high school. She had a few gold bracelets on, and matching stud earrings.
She looked great.
Emery showed up in a faded The Strokes t-shirt and skinny jeans with converse, with an old black belt. Paired with some small silver hoops and a matching necklace with a scissor pendant dangling on it.
Cute.
But to Trinity? She looked hot.
Emery sat at the bar when Trinity arrived five minutes late, sipping water cooly.
“Sorry I'm late, Huckleberry kept drilling me about where I was going, but I’m here now, so let’s talk shit” Trinity huffed out as she sat down next to Emery at the dimly lit bar.
“No worries, you look great though.” Walsh said with a smirk, looking her up and down.
“So do you, I like the necklace,” Trinity spoke with a smile, and she meant it.
Emery Walsh looked hot.
“So, what’s your poison? What does Trinity Santos like to drink?”
“Well, I usually get cocktails, but since it’s with you, I’ll get something stronger, probably a dirty martini.” she replied, fidgeting with her bracelets.
“Cool, I’ll get a whiskey sour.”
The 2 brunettes order their drinks, and begin to talk shit.
“So, you and Garcia are like, a thing right?”
“Kinda? I don’t even know anymore. She’s always blowing me off for ‘other plans’, like yes she can have her own life, but we haven’t hung out in like a month. I swear, she only wants to get laid”
“Damn, I’m sorry. She doesn’t have the right to treat you like that, you okay?”
“Yeah, but like I wish she cared about me, and I wish I wasn’t just some sex toy to her”
The 2 girls talked about everything, mainly Garcia (because she’s a massive bitch.) and maybe some talk on Princess and Perlah.
“Y’know, I think I’m gonna learn Tagalog so I can talk shit with Princess and Perlah. Sounds fun, I could totally do it” Walsh stated as she sipped her 3rd whiskey sour, definitely not sober, but not drunk either.
Just kinda happy in the middle.
“Hell yeah, do it. I could try to teach you some, I know Tagalog, I mean it’s a bit rusty, but I know it.” Santos was also happy in the middle of sobriety and complete drunkenness.
“Please do, it’d be great. And we could hang out more, you’re actually really fun to be around” Walsh said with a goofy smile, placing her hand on top of Trinity’s as she moved closer.
“Are you gonna kiss me?” Trinity blurted out.
“No, just lookin’ at your face, it’s a nice face. Oh, also, you need to date better people.”
“I know, and I am. But there’s this other girl in the OR that I can’t tell if I have feelings for. Could you help me out?”
Great. Very subtle, Santos. She definitely won’t know you're into her.
“Oh? Which girl in the OR?”
“You.”
“Oh.”
Fuck. Fuck. She totally messed it up.
Stupid stupid stupid.
“I’m sorry, I gotta go-“ She was cut off.
By Emery Walsh kissing her.
Oh.
Her lips were soft and smooth and tasted like alcohol, and soon Emery’s hand was on her jaw, and they ended the kiss by looking into each other's eyes and admiring the view.
“You're really good at that.” Santos whispered, still very close to Emery.
“Thanks, I’ve had a lot of experience.” She whispered back, leaning in for another kiss.
But this time the kiss wasn’t soft and tender, it was needy and a little rough.
Walsh broke the kiss.
“My place. I’m not finished with you yet”
“Yes ma’am.”
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Emery's place was small, but cozy enough. They’d taken an Uber, because they were clearly too drunk to drive.
“I like your place, it’s nice” Trinity spoke as she stumbled through the door.
“Thanks, my friend helped me decorate” Walsh stated, smirking again as she led the other woman to her bedroom.
The room was simple. Bed in the middle, pushed against one of the cream colored walls, with a carpet, a dresser and a nightstand all within a 6 foot radius.
It looked so…Emery.
There was a painting of a woman, and a Pokémon stuffed animal collection in the corner.
“I like your stuffed animals, I used to be really into Pokémon.” Trinity said, taking off her shoes.
“Thanks, I love Pokémon.” Walsh replied as she did the same thing.
And then the making out started, first it was tender and gentle like before, but then quickly became rough and needy.
They peeled off their clothes and got into bed, to have some fun.
When Trinity awoke 9 hours later, the sun was peeking in through the blinds, and she quickly realized 2 things.
- She was naked.
- Emery Walsh was next to her, asleep.
She couldn’t really remember what they did last night, it was drinks, talking shit, a kiss, going to Emery’s place, and…
Oh.
They’d had sex.
Amazing, lovely, beautiful, lesbian sex.
The kind of sex that leaves you sore after, and Trinity was definitely sore.
She grabbed her phone to check the time
8:23 am.
Then she scrolled to her notification bar.
23 missed calls from Garcia.
Fuck.