Page 24 of Dr. Roz Harrington
Roz drank in the sight of Sam, breathless and writhing under her hand as her fingers worked their magic inside her and her thumb kept its rhythm on her clit. Sam reached up and slid her hand under her shirt and squeezed her own breast.
“Take it off,” Roz said. “The shirt.”
Without protesting, Sam wriggled out of her shirt, her breasts bouncing free, and Roz leaned over and flicked Sam’s nipple with her tongue in quick bursts.
Sam leaned her body back against the couch and moaned loudly. Roz could feel every muscle in Sam’s body tensing up from pleasure coiling and building to a crescendo. Roz trailed a path of kisses down from her breasts, across Sam’s taut stomach, and downward. Her fingers picked up the pace as they continued to plunge deeply in and out, curling every so often while inside. Sam’s hands fisted in Roz’s short hair, and her hips bucked wildly against Roz’s hand.
“Come for me, baby. Come,” Roz said, a plea threading through her voice. She wanted nothing more than to see Sam come undone by her hands.
Sam’s body trembled, her breaths ragged, her voice breaking as she cried out Roz’s name. Roz held her close, her fingers unrelenting as she guided Sam through every wave of pleasure.When it was over, Roz gently pulled back, cupping Sam’s face in her hands.
“You’re so beautiful,” Roz said softly, brushing a strand of hair from Sam’s damp forehead. “Such a pretty little mess for me.”
Sam smiled weakly, her eyes half-lidded as she nuzzled into Roz’s palm. “I’m yours,” she whispered.
Roz kissed her forehead, her lips lingering. “Yes,” she murmured. “You’re mine. Always.”
They sat there together, the quiet warmth of the room wrapping around them like a cocoon. Roz’s hold on Sam never wavered, her touch grounding, reassuring. In that moment, control and tenderness intertwined, leaving them both utterly at peace.
Roz strode through the halls of Harrington Memorial, her heels clicking against the polished floors with precision. The hospital buzzed with its usual chaos, but Roz moved through it like a blade, sharp, focused, untouchable. It was her shield, the armor she donned to keep her emotions in check, especially after the night she’d spent with Sam.
Throwing herself into work had been the only way to cope with the lingering sensation of Sam’s hands on her skin, the softness of her voice, the unguarded way she had looked at Roz like she was the only person in the world. It was intoxicating and terrifying.
Roz exhaled as she rounded a corner, flipping through the patient charts on her tablet. Her thoughts had barely settled when she looked up and froze.
Sam was standing at the nurses' station, her blonde hair pulled into a loose ponytail, her broad shoulders somehow looking even more commanding in her firehouse jacket. She was laughing at something one of the nurses had said, but when she glanced up and caught sight of Roz, the air seemed to shift.
Sam’s smile softened, her eyes locking onto Roz’s in a way that made her chest tighten. For a moment, Roz considered walking away, pretending she hadn’t seen her. But Sam tilted her head, a small, knowing smirk tugging at her lips, and Roz knew she couldn’t resist.
“Captain Quinn,” Roz said, keeping her voice even as she approached. “What brings you back to my domain?”
Sam straightened, her hands slipping into her jacket pockets. “Just checking on Ben again,” she said casually, but her eyes betrayed her. “You didn’t think I’d stay away, did you?”
Roz arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “I thought you’d have enough chaos to deal with on your end. No need to come poking around mine.”
Sam leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “Maybe I like your chaos.”
Roz’s smirk faltered, the words hitting harder than she expected. She cleared her throat, glancing around the bustling hallway. “Follow me,” she said briskly, turning on her heel without waiting for a response.
Roz led Sam to a quiet alcove near the hospital’s supply wing, far from the prying eyes of staff. As soon as they were alone, she crossed her arms, her green eyes narrowing. “You’re reckless, you know that?”
Sam shrugged, leaning casually against the wall. “Reckless is kind of my thing, Doc. You should know that by now.”
Roz rolled her eyes, but the faint twitch of her lips betrayed her amusement. “And yet you keep finding ways to surprise me.”
Sam tilted her head, her gaze softening. “Is that a bad thing?”
Roz hesitated, the tension between them thick and electric. “It’s…complicated.”
Sam straightened, her expression turning serious. “Because you think someone will find out? Or because you’re still trying to convince yourself this isn’t real?”
The words struck a nerve, and Roz’s composure cracked for a split second. “This is my career, Sam,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I’ve worked my entire life to get here. I can’t afford distractions.”
“Distraction?” Sam stepped closer, her blue eyes piercing. “Is that what I am to you?”
Roz opened her mouth to reply, but the words caught in her throat. The truth was too raw, too complicated to say aloud. Instead, she deflected, her lips curving into a teasing smirk. “You’re a lot of things, Captain Quinn. Composed, disciplined, predictable.”
“Predictable?” Sam interrupted, raising an eyebrow. She took another step closer, her voice dropping. “You sure about that?”
