4. Jett
4
JETT
J ett ran home to quickly get changed after a long and exhausting shift at the fire station. It seemed like she didn’t even get a moment to breathe the entire day, so when she got home she decided to take a quick, scalding shower before getting dressed into a nice blouse and pair of black slacks. A quick slick of mascara and some lip gloss and Jett was good to go.
Jett wished that she could just crawl into bed and watch TV, but she had somewhere to be.
* * *
When Jett arrived at the hospital for their annual fundraising gala, she quickly found her Aunt Becky. Becky was standing next to her wife, Dr. Lucinda Everett, and laughing at something Lucinda had said.
Jett always admired her aunt’s relationship. And especially the strength and dedication that it took for two people to have high-stress jobs and still come together and be full of love. Becky was working on more of a consultancy basis now for the fire department, but she was still widely famous as Fire Chief Becky Thompson.
Jett felt the same admiration for her cousin, Ember, and her marriage to Dr. Josephine Mars, and Ember and Josephine managed to somehow raise a child amidst Josephine being the head of the hospital.
Speaking of their child, beautiful little Natalie came running toward Jett while calling her name, her curly red hair pulled back into a scrunchie with at least ten bows placed randomly in it.
“Hey, baby girl,” Jett said when Natalie reached her, and she picked the girl up and placed her on her hip. Natalie had been getting a lot bigger lately, but as long as Jett could reasonably pick her up, she would. “How is my favorite Natalie?”
Natalie giggled. “Good,” she said, “I got a hundred on my spelling test today.”
“Wow,” Jett said, “that’s awesome. I’m so proud of you.”
“Momma said she doesn’t know where I get it from since she’s a terrible speller,” Natalie said.
“Well obviously, you get it from me,” Jett said. “I won the spelling bee every year when I was in elementary school.”
“Wow,” Natalie said and Jett noticed her moms walking over.
Josephine immaculate as ever in a classy royal blue evening dress and Ember, tall and muscular in a smart navy blue pant suit with her red hair slicked back. They looked like every inch the power couple they were.
“Hey Jett,” Josephine said at the same time Ember walked over to Jett and ruffled her hair.
“Hey, peanut,” she said, using her family’s nickname. Ember was a few years older than Jett and she always felt more like an older sister than a cousin. She was always there for Jett when she was going through a tough time, especially when they were younger and Jett needed sisterly advice.
Ember was there for Jett a lot through college and training, helping her with both her professional and personal life. She actually used to work as a firefighter until she retired a few years ago because she wanted to be there for her family more. Now she ran a small shop for muscle cars out of her garage.
Jett was happy for her. She always thought that Ember was just a firefighter because of her family and because of what was expected of her, but she’d always been obsessed with cars, and her ability to work on her passion full-time definitely suited her.
“Hey,” Jett said with a smile. She couldn’t ask for a better family, and she was happy to see Ember again. Seeing her older cousin always brought a smile to her face.
“I see you’ve stolen our kiddo,” Ember said.
“Actually, I’m Jett’s now,” Natalie said and the three adults laughed.
“I’m okay with that,” Jett said. “I’ll take you home and feed you insane amounts of sugar and Redbull.”
“Nope,” Josephine said, taking Natalie from Jett’s hip. “I think that’s enough Jett for today.”
“Hey,” Jett complained, “I was joking.”
Josephine started to walk away, but she turned around and flashed Jett a smile. “Let’s go see Gran Becky and Grandma Lucinda,” she said to Natalie, and Natalie squealed in excitement.
Ember gave Jett a hug. “I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Ember said. “You should get a drink. I know how much you love champagne.”
“Oh, yes,” Jett said, “especially when I don’t have to pay for it.”
Ember laughed and left. Jett headed straight for the bar. However, before she even got there, someone took a step backwards and lightly bumped into Jett’s chest.
“Oh shit.” The person turned around and Jett saw that it was Dr. Riley Parker. Riley was immaculate in a button down open neck dress shirt that covered her tattoos. Her usual messy ponytail was a sleek low bun tonight.
She looked up at Jett and smiled. Jett was still somewhat sceptical of her, but the smile looked genuine. Maybe she was more chill away from work.
“Sorry about that,” Riley said. She looked down at her shirt and frowned when she noticed the slight spill of champagne on her light blue shirt.
Jett couldn’t help noticing the sparkling green of her eyes.
“I can look for some napkins,” Jett offered.
Riley shook her head and waved her hand in the air dismissively. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “It’ll dry. Are you going to get a drink?”
“Yeah,” Jett said.
“Perfect,” Riley said before she emptied her champagne glass in one gulp and raised the glass. “I need a new drink anyway. I’ll go with you.”
Jett’s opinion of Riley Parker had definitely improved from their last meeting, but she hadn’t expected Dr. Parker to be so friendly. Maybe she’d had too much alcohol. Jett didn’t know.
“You look really nice tonight,” Riley said, eyeing Jett with her intense green eyes as she stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender to pour more glasses of champagne.
“Thanks,” Jett said, and figured she should return the compliment. “Uh, you do too.”
Riley flashed her a smile, and Jett stood there for a moment questioning her life. Jett supposed it made sense. She had only seen Riley when she was working, and Jett knew that she was different inside of work and outside of it. That must have been it. This might be a hospital fundraiser, but Jett must be getting a glimpse into Riley’s outside of work demeanor, and she couldn’t deny that as strange as it felt, she was enjoying the other woman’s company. She decided to just accept it and go with the flow.
“You know,” Riley said once the two women finally got their drinks, “I don’t think we’ve properly introduced ourselves. I know that your name’s Jett. I’m Riley. Technically, Dr. Riley Parker if you want to be fancy.” Riley said with a slight laugh.
“Well I’m Jett Thompson, Firefighter Paramedic Jett Thompson,” Jett said, “and it’s nice to properly meet you, even though we seem to only see one another in this hospital.”
Riley laughed. “Yeah,” she said, “but at least this time there’s no compound fractures to worry about.”
Jett sure nodded at that one. “Oh yeah,” she said, “I definitely prefer this setting.” Jett took a sip of her champagne and sighed.
“That good?” Riley asked.
Jett nodded. “I love champagne,” she said, “but it’s kind of expensive so I rarely drink it.”
Riley looked Jett up and down with her intense gaze, causing Jett to fight a blush as she felt Riley’s eyes on her body.
Is she checking me out?
“You know,” Riley said, swirling her glass, “I have a nice bottle of champagne at home. Maybe you could come over sometime and share it with me.”
She is hitting on me. For sure!
Jett blanked at that. Did Dr. Riley Parker really just ask Jett to come home with her one day? What on Earth was happening? Jett couldn’t deny that Riley was super hot, especially tonight, all masculine charm, but it had been so long since someone was so forward with her. Honestly, it was usually Jett who flirted with other women in the hopes of taking them home.
It was unusual and a little uncomfortable for her, but Jett couldn’t deny the heat that she felt at the thought. She also wondered what Riley’s home was like. A person’s home told a lot about them, and Jett wondered what Riley’s space said about her.
Jett didn’t get the chance to stutter through a response before Ember found the two.
“There you are, peanut,” Ember said, “I see you’ve found the champagne.”
Jett saw Riley snicker off at the side about her nickname and so Jett turned to Riley and pointed to her. “Don’t say anything,” she said, but Riley just laughed.
“Peanut?” Riley asked, not even attempting to conceal her laughter.
“Shut up,” Jett complained, but she couldn’t deny it was a strange nickname. “My dad used to call me that.”
“Aw,” Riley said, “that’s so cute.”
“Yeah,” Ember said, and Jett knew that she was going to tell Riley the story of how she got her nickname, “apparently right when Jett was born, the nurse told her dad that she looked like a peanut.”
“That’s cute,” Riley said. “I wish I had a nickname like that.”
“Your parents never gave you a nickname?” Ember asked.
“I never knew them,” Riley said with a shake of her head. Jett saw a moment of sadness in her green eyes.
“Oh,” Ember said, and Jett frowned. She couldn’t imagine not knowing her parents or growing up without them. She looked at Riley, who looked as if she was daring one of them to say something sad or negative about that situation, so Jett said the first positive thing she could think of.
“Well that’s their loss then,” Jett said. “It sucks that you don’t have an embarrassing nickname I can tease you for, though.”
Riley laughed and Ember looked relieved that the awkwardness no longer remained.
“I’ll be sure to hold it over your head as long as we know each other,” Riley promised.
Jett rolled her eyes, but she didn’t think she would actually mind that much.
“So, how do you two know each other?” Riley asked with a question in her eyes, and a slight tint of jealousy as she eyed up Ember’s impressive stature.
“Peanut is my cousin,” Ember said.
“Though, growing up, we’ve practically been sisters,” Jett said and she noticed a look of relief on Riley’s face. Had Riley been jealous of her easy relationship with Ember?
“Oh yeah,” Ember said, “the only difference between us and sisters is that we didn’t share a house. But we used to drive our moms crazy with the amount of sleepovers and phone calls we would have.”
Riley laughed, but her laugh was cut short when Josephine walked their way and stood beside Ember.
“Well hello everyone,” she said, looking at the group. Jett noticed that Natalie was no longer with her, and when she looked around, she saw the little rascal talking animatedly to Becky and Lucinda. Jett smiled to herself.
“Hi, Dr. Mars,” Riley said, her air of professionalism returning.
“Hi, Josephine,” Jett said with no pretense of professionalism, hoping that she could remain casual enough for Riley to remain the same way. She did notice that Riley looked at her strangely when she called her Josephine.
“What is going on over here?” Josephine asked.
“Oh, just talking and embarrassing Jett,” Ember said.
Josephine laughed and shook her head. “Well I’m about to give Jett a reprieve,” Josephine said, “because I would like my lovely wife to come with me. Music is about to play and I want a dance.” Josephine gave Ember a quick peck on the lips.
“Of course,” Ember said, wrapping her arms around Josephine. “Lead the way,” she said, and the two left.
Jett saw Riley looking after Josephine and Ember in awe and with a slight sweet look in her eyes. Jett understood. It was hard to look at their relationship and not be overtaken by sentiment.
“Your cousin is married to the head of the hospital?” Riley asked.
“Yeah,” Jett said. “There are a lot of impressive women in my family. My aunt, Ember’s mom, is actually the infamous Fire Chief Becky Thompson.”
“Wow,” Riley said, “that is impressive. Honestly the only impressive family member I’ve ever come close to having was a foster mom who was a marine biologist.”
Jett raised her eyebrows. “That’s pretty cool,” she said, “did you ever get to see the animals?”
“A few times,” Riley said, “but I didn’t stay in that home for long.”
Jett nodded, but she didn’t pry. There was a large part of her that wanted to, that wanted to ask a million questions and learn everything that there was to learn about Riley, but she got the sense that the other woman was guarded and that asking direct questions would immediately rebuild any walls she was taking down to talk to Jett.
“I don’t suppose you’re interested in dancing?” Riley asked, looking at the people and couples getting ready to dance, and Jett shook her head.
“Not really,” Jett said, “but if you want to dance, I will for one song, but that’s it.”
Riley laughed and shook her head. “Oh lord, no,” she said, “I hate dancing. I was just wondering, because if you weren’t interested, we could go somewhere else.”
“Like where?” Jett asked.
“Well,” Riley said, “I know how to get to the roof.”
“Okay,” Jett agreed.
“Great,” Riley said. The two decided to go back to the bar to get more drinks, and somehow, Riley managed to talk the bartender into giving the two of them an entire bottle of champagne.
After that, Jett followed Riley to the roof. She didn’t know if they were allowed to be up there, but she also didn’t care. She was enjoying the other woman’s company and the thrill that she got being around her.
When Riley opened the door to the roof, she held it open for Jett.
“Thank you,” Jett said.
“Of course, princess,” Riley said and Jett’s heart beat slightly faster at the nickname. She didn’t know why it made her heart flutter, but she smiled.
There wasn’t any furniture or anything like that around the rooftop, and Jett shouldn’t have been surprised. It was a rooftop, after all. So the two of them sat on a low wall, looking out over the city lights, the bottle of champagne in between them.
“So, I’ll be honest,” Riley said. “One of the reasons I own a bottle of champagne is because I have no clue how to open the damn things.”
Jett laughed and reached into her pocket for her keys. “Well, you’re in luck because I happen to keep a tool for everything on me, including a swiss army knife with a corkscrew.”
“Fancy,” Riley said, before handing the bottle to Jett. She watched her open the bottle and noticed something else on her keychain that was a little unusual.
“Are those nail clippers on your keychain?” Riley asked.
“Yeah,” Jett said with a laugh. “Ember calls it my lesbian badge of honor. She keeps one on her keychain too. Got to be prepared.” Jett smirked at the joke she had always enjoyed with Ember.
Riley laughed. “Man, I wish I would have thought about something like that, especially when I was younger,” she said. “There were definitely a couple of times that a girl turned me down in college because my nails were too long.”
Jett looked at Riley’s nails. “I’m guessing by the state of your nails now that you don’t have a girlfriend,” Jett said.
“No.” Riley laughed. “It’s been a while since I’ve had any kind of relationship, but I’ve never really had a long-term one.”
“Damn,” Jett said.
“Have you ever been in a long-term relationship?” Riley asked.
“A couple of times,” Jett said, “but not recently, and work always seems to get in the way.”
“Felt that,” Riley said.
Jett took a long drink from the champagne bottle before she handed it to Riley, who did the same. The two sat there drinking for a while, and Jett felt a nice buzz. She couldn’t tell if she was properly drunk or just tipsy, but it felt nice, and she was enjoying herself while she talked to Riley.
Riley was a lot less guarded like this, and so was Jett. The two were seemingly making connections together while giggling like little girls over their bottle of champagne.
“Here,” Jett said. “Give me your hands.”
When Riley did, Jett couldn’t help but notice how strong her hands were. Surgeons hands, strong fingers, hands that saved lives. Her nails were only a little long, but Jett had enjoyed ribbing her.
“What are you doing?” Riley asked when Jett rummaged through her keychain.
“Clipping your nails,” Jett said, taking the clippers and methodically going through Riley’s nails, making them short.
The air between them sparked with chemistry and Jett felt a rush of desire through her as her hands touched Riley’s.
The act was intimate and they both knew it. Jett looked up as she finished one hand and smiled as she met Riley’s intense green eyes.
“Is this your special way of asking me to fuck you?” Riley asked and Jett snorted in embarrassment, almost snagging a nail, but she caught herself.
Well, the thought of those strong hands taking me to ecstasy has certainly crossed my mind, Jett thought to herself.
“Oh my God,” Jett said, laughing while she continued. “I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
Riley laughed. “Well if that’s what you wanted, all you had to do was ask,” she said as calm as ever and her gaze was so intense, Jett had to look away.
Jett had no idea how to ask directly for what she wanted.
Jett finished clipping Riley’s nails and put her keychain away. “And if we were to do something like that,” Jett said, “what makes you think I’d let you top? What makes you think you would be the one doing the fucking?”
Jett felt a warm boldness in her from the champagne, but it was true. She usually chased women. She usually was the top sexually. She usually started the fucking.
But here was this gorgeous masculine woman with a ton of dominant energy suggesting otherwise. Riley was more masculine than Jett’s usual type, but she felt strangely undone by her.
What if a butch top was what she had needed all along?
Riley giggled and took another drink, and Jett was mesmerized by her piercing green eyes that seemed to sparkle as she looked at Jett. “I think I could persuade you,” she said, but Jett immediately wanted to challenge her.
“Oh yeah?” Jett questioned, feeling slightly drunk now and emboldened by the feeling of the alcohol buzzing in her system, “and how exactly would you do that? Because, sweetheart, I think I could have you screaming my name before you got the chance to try.” Jett was usually never this bold, but the alcohol had definitely gotten to her.
The alcohol had obviously gotten to Riley, too, because the next thing Jett knew, Riley’s lips were on hers, opening up her mouth with her probing tongue and pushing Jett backwards and onto the ground. Riley quickly climbed on top of Jett and put her knee in between Jett’s legs pressing tightly on her pussy through her pants.
Oh, fuck. Yes, please.
Jett felt a rush of desire and felt more turned on than she could remember feeling in ages.
Riley bit Jett’s lip and Jett moaned, but Jett was determined to not let Riley get ahead of her, and so she reached towards Riley’s waistband and untucked her shirt, running her hands under and up to where she felt her sporty crop top bra. Her nipples felt hard through the fabric.
Jett pushed her thumbs up against them roughly. Riley’s lips departed from Jett’s and she raised her head up to let out a large moan, turning Jett on even further. There was something about getting a reaction out of Riley that satisfied her no end.
Jett took advantage of Riley being distracted to remove her hands from her nipples, gently cradle her head, and roll her sidewards so that she was now on top. Now that their positions were reversed, Jett felt sexually powerful in the way that was so familiar to her.
Jett smiled and immediately latched her lips onto Riley’s neck while her hands reached for the zipper on her black slacks. Jett wanted to go for Riley’s lips, but she also wanted to give the other woman the chance to moan for her, so she decided to place gentle and sensual kisses around her neck and ear.
Riley whimpered when Jett finished her task with the zipper and pulled Riley’s slacks down to her knees, exposing a pair of black Calvin Kleins. Hearing a whimper from the big tough surgeon was a particular win for Jett. She smiled to herself and smiled at Riley’s muscular thighs as she exposed them.
Jett left Riley’s neck to lean up and look her directly in the eyes with her fingers hovering over the waistband of her briefs.
“Is this okay?” Jett asked.
“Yes,” Riley said while violently nodding her head. “Oh God, yes please.”
Jett smirked. She couldn’t help herself. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”
Riley scowled and Jett laughed before she pulled down Riley’s briefs and exposed her to the cool air outside. Jett ran her eyes over Riley’s dark pubic hair, smiling to herself in satisfaction. Riley hissed and Jett laughed again.
“Okay, sweetheart,” Jett said. “I’ll give you a choice if you like to be in charge. Mouth or fingers?”
It seemed like Riley didn’t comprehend what Jett was saying at first, but when she did, her eyes widened and she looked at Jett in awe. “Mouth,” Riley said, “definitely mouth.”
Jett didn’t waste any time in moving down. She pressed a sweet kiss right below her belly button and then moved lower, causing Riley to moan and groan. Jett searched for Riley’s clit with her tongue, tasting her in the process, and when she found her clitoris, she wrapped her lips around it and lightly sucked.
She kept doing that, listening as Riley moaned and whimpered, and Jett couldn’t deny that she felt proud of herself. Part of the enjoyment of sex was watching another woman unravel underneath her, and Riley sure did unravel.
After a few moments, Riley’s hands found their way to Jett’s hair, and she tugged on the strands, adding to Jett’s enjoyment.
Riley gasped and gripped Jett’s hair harder. “Don’t stop,” Riley said, and all Jett could think was that she wasn’t planning on it. “But please,” Riley continued, “your fingers, too. I need to feel you inside of me.”
Jett obeyed, pushing two fingers inside of Riley, delighted with how wet she was, how wet Jett had made her, and it didn’t take long of Jett curling her fingers inside of Riley as she began to fuck her with them while she sucked lightly on Riley’s clitoris.
It didn’t take long before Riley’s legs were shaking and Jett knew she was close.
Winning the first orgasm between them was a battle Jett would certainly enjoy having under her belt. She increased the pace of her fingers, feeling Riley’s body tighten around them and tense.
Riley gasped and moaned. Then she let out a loud shout as her orgasm tore through her. Jett could practically feel her vibrating in her mouth and around her fingers. Jett released her mouth from her clitoris and removed her fingers slowly as Riley went quiet, gasping and heaving beneath her.
Jett raised her head to look at the beautiful woman who had just come undone from her mouth and fingers. It felt like the greatest privilige in the world to be able to bring a woman to climax like this. Bringing pleasure to beautiful women never tired for Jett. “Do you want me to stop or keep going?” Jett asked, looking into Riley’s wide green eyes.
“Stop,” Riley said with a gasp, “I don’t think I can keep going.”
Jett rocked back onto her knees with a smirk.
Round One to me she thought to herself.