Chapter 12 #3
Maggie’s breath hitched as Evie’s hands began their own exploration, learning the landscape of her body—the scar on her shoulder from a cycling accident, the freckles scattered across her collarbone, the way she shivered when Evie’s lips brushed the soft skin of her inner wrist.
“You’re allowed to let go,” Evie murmured, settling between Maggie’s thighs. “You don’t have to be in control here.”
“I don’t know how to not be. But I want too.” Maggie admitted, her voice shaking.
“I know,” Evie said, pressing a kiss to her stomach. “So I’ll help you.”
Evie took control in her own way, caressing Maggie’s body and making her feel at ease.
She could see the goosebumps prickle over her soft skin as her fingers traced over her stomach and thighs.
She slowly moved her fingers in between her thighs as she felt the wetness taking over her hot core.
She loved to feel how excited she’d made Maggie.
“You are are fucking wet,” Evie moaned.
Maggie moaned as she moved her body towards Evie.
“I want you so much,” Maggie yearned.
Evie didn’t hesitate. She moved her face down and slowly traced her tongue over her soft wet folds, lapping up every part of the wetness she had created. Her tongue slowly pushed inside of her, and back out again. She started to focus on her clit, which was so swollen and plump.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Evie asked.
“I want you to do anything you want.”
Evie smiled as she teased Maggie with her finger tips before plunging them inside. Thrust after thrust she felt Maggie get tighter as the wetness slid over her fingers. It was beautiful to make her feel so good.
Maggie’s hand reached down to Evie’s head, pushing gently as Evie found her clit with her mouth.
“That feels incredible,” she moaned.
Evie looked up at her, locking eyes in deep contact, as her tongue worked fast on her clit whilst her fingers thrust deeply.
“I’m coming for you, Evie,” Maggie moaned as her hips started to buckle.
“Cum so hard for me,” Evie directed.
And she did. Her body jerked into Evie as her thighs tightened around her body. The orgasm rushed through her body like electricity before she relaxed into the bed.
Afterward, they lay tangled together, sweat-slicked and breathless, neither one willing to move.
“That was—” Maggie started, then stopped, apparently unable to find words.
“Yeah,” Evie agreed, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “It was.”
Maggie’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Evie’s back. “I forgot it could feel like this. I feel so alive with you.”
“I think that’s called love,” Evie said, propping herself up to look at Maggie. “The good kind. The kind worth keeping. And that’s not just the orgasm talking.”
“Worth fighting for,” Maggie agreed.
They lay there as the room darkened, neither one willing to break the spell by turning on lights or checking phones or acknowledging that the world existed beyond this bed.
Finally, Maggie spoke. “You should probably stay. It’s late.”
Evie smiled against her skin. “Is that Doctor Laurel’s professional medical opinion?”
“That’s Maggie asking if you’ll stay the night,” Maggie said. “Because I’m not ready for you to leave yet.”
“Then I’ll stay,” Evie said simply.
They fell asleep like that—Evie’s head on Maggie’s chest, Maggie’s arms wrapped securely around her, both of them choosing trust over fear.
Evie woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the warm weight of Maggie beside her.
For a moment, she just lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of Maggie’s breathing, feeling the rise and fall of her chest. It was such a simple thing—waking up next to someone—but it felt monumental after everything they’d been through.
Maggie stirred, eyes blinking open slowly. When they focused on Evie, a smile spread across her face—soft and unguarded in a way Evie had never seen.
“Hi,” Maggie said, voice rough with sleep.
“Hey,” Evie replied.
They stayed like that for a long moment, just looking at each other in the morning light.
“I should get up,” Evie said reluctantly. “I have rounds at eight.”
Maggie’s arms tightened around her. “Ah, I don’t want you to leave. Can you call in sick?”
“I don’t want to leave either,” Evie admitted. “But I have patients. And you’re supposed to be on administrative leave, which means sleeping in. And do you think a sick day is gonna fly with Doctor Patel?”
“I’ve been awake since five every morning for the past week,” Maggie said. “My body doesn’t know how to sleep in anymore. And pfft, she will get over it.
Evie kissed her softly. “Then maybe you need to learn. Add it to your list.”
Maggie’s expression turned serious. “Will you come back? After your shift?”
“Do you want me to?” Evie asked.
“Yes,” Maggie said without hesitation. “I want you to come back. And tomorrow. And the day after that. I want—” She stopped, looking uncertain.
“What?” Evie prompted gently.
“I want this,” Maggie said. “You. Us. Not just for tonight. For real.”
Evie felt warmth bloom in her chest. “Then I’ll come back. I promise. Can you get dinner? I’ll be hungry, I’m sure. I’ve worked up an appetite.”
“Whatever you like.”
Evie reluctantly extracted herself from Maggie’s embrace and started gathering her scattered clothes. Maggie watched from the bed, propped up on one elbow, sheet pooled at her waist in a way that made Evie want to crawl right back in beside her.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Evie said, pulling on her jeans.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re memorizing me.”
“I am,” Maggie said simply. “In case this is a dream.”
Evie crossed back to the bed and kissed her—slow and deep and full of promise. “Not a dream. I’ll prove it when I come back tonight.”
At the door, fully dressed and ready to face the world, Evie turned back.
Maggie had followed her out, still wrapped in the sheet, hair sleep-mussed and eyes bright.
“The worst already happened,” Evie said. “The investigation. The transfer. The suspension. We survived all of it.”
“We did,” Maggie agreed.
“So everything from here is just... living,” Evie said. “No more waiting for disaster. No more preparing for loss. Just us, figuring it out as we go.”
Maggie smiled—that real, unguarded smile that Evie was already addicted to. “I can do that. Or I can try.”
“That’s all I’m asking,” Evie said.
She left before she could change her mind about going to work, but she carried the warmth of Maggie’s smile with her all the way to the hospital.