5. Lillian #3
She turned, already composing her face for the corridor, and left Lillian with the taste of the kiss and the shape of the warning, both of them knowing exactly how dangerous this was—and that, for now, they’d chosen not to be stupid about it.
Later, as Lillian lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling of her small apartment, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was a message from her sister, Olivia.
Coffee at the hospital tomorrow? I’ve got some time between rounds.
Lillian smiled softly to herself and typed back: Sure, see you there.
The next day, after a long morning of surgeries, Lillian found Olivia waiting for her in the hospital café, her usual warm smile in place.
"You look tired, Lils," Olivia said as Lillian sat down across from her. "Everything okay?"
Lillian hesitated, the weight of her secret pressing down on her. "It’s just…a lot," she finally admitted. "First week, the pressure. You know how it is."
Olivia reached across the table, squeezing Lillian’s hand gently. "You’re doing great. Don’t let anyone—especially Catherine—make you feel like you’re not good enough. You belong here."
Lillian swallowed the lump in her throat, grateful for Olivia’s unwavering support. "Thanks. I needed to hear that."
Olivia tilted her head, studying Lillian’s face for a moment. "You know," she said softly, "you don’t always have to carry everything alone. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here."
Lillian smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I know."
And she did. But there were some things—some secrets—that couldn’t be shared, no matter how much she wanted to.
As they finished their coffee, Olivia gave Lillian one last encouraging smile before heading back to her rounds.
Lillian sat there for a moment longer, the warmth of her sister’s words comforting her, even as the weight of what she was doing with Rebecca pulled her deeper into the secret they now shared.
The hospital at night felt different. Quieter, the usual buzz of activity replaced by a hushed stillness.
It was both a sanctuary and a prison—Lillian’s escape from the world, from the weight of her family’s expectations, and yet, a constant reminder of the pressure she carried every day.
She had thrown herself into work since she started here, using the long shifts and exhausting hours to numb the growing storm inside her.
But lately, there had been something else keeping her tethered to these halls, something more dangerous than family legacies or surgical precision.
It was the way Rebecca had begun to look at her: the subtle, fleeting moments of vulnerability that cracked through her icy facade.
The tension between them had been building all week, an undercurrent beneath their professional interactions, and it had reached a breaking point tonight.
The surgery had run late. Most of the staff had already gone home, leaving the hospital eerily empty.
Lillian had stayed behind to finish some last-minute notes, but her thoughts were elsewhere—on the way Rebecca’s fingers had brushed hers during the surgery, on the way her gaze had lingered a second too long.
She had been so focused on maintaining her own composure that she hadn’t even realized how Rebecca had been unraveling her carefully maintained distance.
The OR was dimly lit, the sterile environment cloaked in shadows. Lillian was about to head back to the locker room when she saw Rebecca leaning against the counter in the scrub room, her face half-hidden in the soft glow of the overhead lights.
Her heart skipped a beat. Rebecca didn’t say anything at first, just watched her from across the room, her expression unreadable. There was something dangerous in the way she looked at Lillian, something that set her nerves alight.
"Still here?" Rebecca’s voice was low, softer than usual, but with an edge that sent a shiver down Lillian’s spine.
Lillian nodded, her throat dry. "Just finishing up."
The silence between them stretched, heavy with everything unsaid.
Lillian could feel the pull, the unspoken desire that had been building between them since that night in the OR prep room.
She knew she should leave, should walk out and forget whatever this was, but her feet wouldn’t move.
Instead, she found herself stepping closer, drawn to Rebecca in a way she couldn’t explain.
Rebecca straightened, her eyes never leaving Lillian’s. She crossed the room in a few swift steps, closing the distance between them until they were inches apart. The air felt thick, charged with anticipation, and Lillian could feel her pulse racing in her throat.
"I told you this couldn’t happen again," Rebecca murmured, her breath warm against Lillian’s ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
Lillian swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know."
But even as she said it, her hands moved of their own accord, fingers brushing against Rebecca’s waist, sliding beneath the fabric of her scrubs.
The heat between them flared, and in an instant, Rebecca’s mouth was on hers, the kiss hungry and desperate, as if they had been holding back for far too long.
The world outside the hospital fell away.
All that mattered was the way Rebecca’s body pressed against hers, the way her hands gripped Lillian’s hips with an urgency that made Lillian’s head spin.
The kiss deepened, their mouths moving together in a rhythm that felt dangerous and forbidden but perfect all the same.
Lillian’s back hit the cold steel counter behind her, but she barely registered the sensation, too consumed by the feel of Rebecca’s lips on her neck, the way her fingers dug into her skin as if she was afraid to let go.
Lillian’s hands roamed, exploring every inch of Rebecca’s body, memorizing the lines of muscle and softness beneath her touch.
It was wild, reckless—every time with Rebecca was completely unlike anything Lillian had ever experienced. She knew it was wrong, knew that crossing this line could destroy everything they had worked for, but in that moment, she didn’t care. All she wanted was Rebecca.
Rebecca pulled back for just a second, her eyes dark and filled with something that looked almost like regret. "We shouldn’t," she breathed, but even as she said it, her hands slid up Lillian’s arms, pulling her closer again.
Lillian’s chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, her voice trembling. "I don’t care."
And in that moment, she didn’t. The hospital’s sterile walls, the empty halls—it all faded into the background as their lips met again, this time slower, more deliberate. Every touch, every breath felt like it was pushing them further past the point of no return.
Lillian felt Rebecca’s fingers slip beneath her shirt, her touch hot and possessive, and she gasped as their bodies pressed even closer together. It was overwhelming, the intensity of it all, the way Rebecca seemed to both take control and hold back at the same time.
This time Rebecca’s hands moved to Lillian’s hips, under her waistband, pushing her pants down to her ankles. Rebecca’s hands back to Lillian’s hips to take her panties down too. It wasn’t slow, it was hungry and passionate.
Lillian felt completely exposed before her.
Rebecca knelt between her legs looking up at her.
“You are so beautiful, Lillian.” Her dark eyes flicked between Lillian’s face and her pussy and Lillian felt herself getting wetter and wetter. “I’m going to lick you until you come in my mouth and then I’m going to swallow every drop.”
Lillian felt her eyes widen. Nobody had ever spoken to her like this. Filthy. Explicit. Such a turn on.
She could only nod, desperate to feel Rebecca’s tongue on her most intimate parts.
She felt Rebecca parting her thighs with her fingers before she felt the hot wet heat of Rebecca’s tongue as she began to lick her. Long slow strokes of her tongue, though her folds, pressing flat against her clitoris.
Lillian felt her orgasm building quickly for Rebecca’s tongue. Then she felt Rebecca sucking her clitoris into her mouth. She felt her clitoris swell in Rebecca’s mouth.
“Oh my god…” It felt like only seconds before her climax flooded every part of her body and trickled down the inside of her thighs.
When she opened her eyes she watched Rebecca standing up and gracefully wiping Lillian’s orgasm from her chin.
Lillian watched Rebecca’s face change suddenly and her heart sank as she felt herself crash back down to earth. Lillian bent down hurriedly trying to pull her pants back up.
"This..." Rebecca’s voice was tight, her lips still swollen from what had just happened. Lillian could smell sex in the air. "This can’t happen again."
The words hit Lillian like a cold slap, her pulse still pounding in her ears. She could see it in Rebecca’s eyes—the walls coming back up, the distance returning. It was as if Rebecca had allowed herself a moment of weakness, but now she was pulling back, retreating behind her cold professionalism.
Lillian’s chest tightened, a small ache forming in the pit of her stomach. She had known it would be like this; Rebecca was always in control, always distant. But it still hurt to see her pull away and retreat so quickly after something so intimate.
"Is that what you really want?" Lillian asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Rebecca’s gaze hardened, the tenderness from moments before slipping away. "This doesn’t change anything. You’re still my intern."
Lillian bit her lip, nodding slowly, though her heart sank at Rebecca’s words. She had known what this was and had known that Rebecca wasn’t one for emotional attachment. But hearing it out loud stung in a way she hadn’t expected.
Rebecca turned her back, gathering her things with quick, practiced movements. "Nothing about our professional relationship will change. Do you understand?"
Lillian nodded again, her throat tight. "I understand."
Rebecca didn’t say another word as she left the room, the door clicking shut behind her. And just like that, the heat, the passion—they were gone, replaced by the cold reality of what had just happened.
Lillian stood there for a long time, her heart still racing, her skin still buzzing with the memory of Rebecca’s touch.
She had known this would be dangerous, known that getting involved with Rebecca could only lead to complications.
But part of her—the part that craved that rush, that thrill—wanted more.
She wasn’t sure what this made her or how long she could keep going like this, but as she looked around the empty, sterile room, one thing became clear: the hospital wasn’t just her sanctuary anymore.
It was her prison. And the one thing that made her feel alive was the very thing that could ruin her.
As she walked through the deserted hallways, the fluorescent lights flickering above, Lillian’s mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions.
Rebecca’s coldness, the way she had pulled back so easily—it hurt.
But it also drew her in deeper. There was something intoxicating about Rebecca’s emotional unavailability, something that made Lillian want to break through those walls, no matter the cost.
The hospital felt even emptier now, the stark white walls reflecting the loneliness creeping into Lillian’s chest. But despite the pain, despite the danger, she couldn’t stop thinking about the next time.