Spicy Thenamesh Doctor AU!
In the ambulance!
Thena inhales between kisses, "I should go."
"Why?" Gil whispers, and she's not sure if he's being a tease or if he's really asking. His hands are still on her waist, under her scrub top just to feel her bare skin.
"Because I'm on call," she laments as Gil continues to kiss her neck with that very talented mouth he has. "And if we get interrupted neither of us are going to be very happy about it."
"Hm," Gil muses, seeming to almost consider her argument until he pulls her shirt up a little bit more. "It's been a quiet night. I don't think they'll need you in the next...fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen, hm?" she laughs faintly as she does a very poor job of pushing him away. In fact, instead of pushing against his chest all she manages to do is bunch up the material in her hands as she paws at him.
"What can I say," Gil chuckles as he pulls her scrub top and shirt off in one clean swipe. "I'm feeling adventurous."
Thena gasps as he does away with her bra just as easily. He's a bit of a sucker for her boobs, but she doesn't mind. Her spine tingles as he toys with her nipples. "Fifteen minutes worth of adventure--and not a second more."
"Yes, Doctor Thena."
"Wh-!" Thena squeaks as Gil flips them around, letting her brace herself on the inside of the wall while he slips his hand into her scrub pants.
His fingers are immediately in her panties, swirling around the wetness that was already collecting from their make out session and soon pushing in two at a time.
Thena lets out a long, loud groan, "Gil!"
"Sh, baby," he croons in her ear, leaning over her shoulder as he fingers her as if they're horny med students getting caught in a stairwell. "I'm just warming you up."
She's already more than overheated, thank you.
Thena bites into her bottom lip as his fingers move in a beckoning motion inside of her. He always knows just what to do with her. Every once in a while she'll wonder if Gil has always been this proficient a lover or if there's something unrealistically special about her (and her with him). But she doesn't really want to know the answer, so she always forgets it part way through.
"Come on, sweetheart," Gil whispers, moving his fingers faster, holding her hips with his other hand.
Thena whimpers, her knees buckling as she comes around his fingers. Gil likes things hard and fast or he likes sweet, slow love-making. There's never an in between with him. But she is likely to get both in one evening, if they have the time.
Gil pulls his fingers from her slowly and gently, careful of her tender sensitivity. He pops his fingers in his mouth as he moves her to sit on her knees on the ambulance bench.
Not before her pants find a way under and around her knees, leaving her ass out entirely. She whines at him, "have to clean this."
Gil kisses the back of her neck, under her ponytail, "I had to clean it before the next shift anyway."
Thena moans again as Gil braces her hips back against his. He seems so sweet and docile in nature, but she's quickly learning that he's ready to fuck at a moment's notice. She pushes her hips against his.
Gil pushes into her and immediately starts rocking his hips. The ambulance is shaking faintly from them both pushing against it with their palms meshing clumsily. Gil's hand covers hers, "fuck, baby."
"Fuck," she whimpers in reply, echoing his statement. Gil from behind just as a certain...feel to it. He's thick in all the right places--for her, at least. It's like they're made for each other! Not that she needs to be that sappy when he's fucking her in an ambulance up against the wall.
"Kinda hot though, right?" he asked, and she just knows he has that devilish grin on his face. Like when he's asking her if she's left any of her panties in his car by accident (just so Kingo doesn't find them, he says, but she thinks he just likes embarrassing her a little).
"Gil," she drawls, trying to sound like she's scolding him for it, even while he's inside her. She listens to the creak of the bus metal and groans, "not now."
"You're right," he purrs, and she knows she's about to get truly and deeply railed. He picks up one of her thighs and angles her hips differently, "I have more important matters at hand."
Thena's jaw drops open as his hips crash into hers. He holds her thigh up, careful of the tightness in her hip flexors (because of course he is). "Gil!"
"Shit," he pants, basically hugging her thigh to his chest, "you close?"
"Yes, I'm close, fuck--I'm close!" She lets her knees - or one knee, rather - go in preparation. Gil catches her at the waist which grinds them together even more closely and firmly. She comes.
"Fuck!" Gil bellows in response to her coming around him, pulling him to follow. His hips buck against hers.
She moans, all of her muscles becoming useless. She might as well be a pile of gauze on the floor, she has so little bone structure left. She whines.
Gil lets her leg down gently and pulls her into his arms. He kisses her forehead, as if he wasn't just rocking the ambulance so hard she feared it might topple over. "You okay?"
"Hm," she purses her lips, eyes still closed but wiggling in his grasp. "I told you to carry some with you."
"Well, I can't exactly keep 'em in my pockets, hon."
No, maybe that isn't the kind of thing an EMT needs to have that on hand at all times. Thena pushes against his chest, "towel."
He tosses one to her, "we don't really keep them in here, either."
Thena rolls her eyes, using the towel to clean herself up as best she can. No, there isn't much of a need for condoms in the ambulances. But still! "Gilgamesh."
He chuckles, kissing her cheek as she offers it to him for his part of the cleanup. He sighs as she pulls her bra back on, "fine, I'll keep some somewhere on me from now on, okay?"
She huffs as she tugs on her regular t-shirt first and then her scrub top, "y'know, I changed my mind. Maybe the rule is simply no more sex while we're at work."
Gil has the audacity to give her a smirk, "you really think we can stick to that?"
She turns and crosses her arms, warmth in her cheeks, "I'm not talking about the call rooms!"
Gil comes over to her again, leaning over her hunched shoulders and kissing her hair, "okay, honey, whatever you say."
She rolls her eyes; he'll be extra affectionate (unprofessional) tonight. "I've got two more hours on call. Just behave for that much?--if you can, that is."
He gives her a mocking salute as he opens up the doors for her to make her escape, "yes, Doctor."
She purses her lips at him.
He blows her a kiss, "see you soon, dear."
She sighs, turning around to make her way back into the Emergency Room. With any luck, she can avoid Ajak and the accusation that she was using her break time to rendevouz with Gil...again.
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Physical description of the DDMG Turtles
General stuff: Their mum was a 1st generation Japanese immigrant, and their dad was mixed race (Japanese American and Latin American - haven't pinned it down exactly yet, still working on it). All the guys have olive skin and freckles, though Mikey's freckles stand out the most.
Leo: Black hair, straight texture- at the start of the au it's cut short, but as DDMG progresses he starts to let it grow out until his hair goes right the way down his back. Also at the start of the au he dresses like he's about to have a job interview, but gradually relaxes and begins wearing more casual clothes. Despises being cold, so tries to wear as many layers as possible. Scars wise there's several nasty looking ones across his throat and knee. Speaking of which, he wears a knee brace and uses a cane.
Raph: Still dark haired, but his is brown. Very bright green eyes. Has his hair cut really short, but it's texture is similar to Leo's. Tries to dress in clothes that he thinks will make him look intimidating, which doesn't entirely work cause he's 11. One day, he will own a spiked leather jacket and cover it in patches and pins. From the back of his left shoulder and over the top of the left side of his chest there's a lightening shaped scar. Also has scars across his knucles and fingers - this kid gets into a lot of fights.
Donnie: Redish brown eyes and black hair - if it wasn't for the fact his hair is curly, he'd look just like their mum. Still has 2012 Donnie's tooth gap. He's also got scars on his hands and arms from accidents whilst working on projects, and another scar on the left side of his face from when he got hit in the head with a rock. Alot of his clothes are 2nd hand from Leo, but when they live at the Lair he ends up dressing a bit like if Gonzo let Doc Brown borrow his clothes and all the lights were out.
Mikey: Looks a hell of a lot like their dad. He got their dad's curly blond hair and blue eyes, and whenever he laughs his nose scrunches up. Most of his clothes used to be his brothers, but he prefers bright, colourful clothes that he can move around in easily. Has a scar on his left arm that he got about 6 months before Playing with Shadows when his arm got broken. To be honest, I didn't really have a concrete image in my head of what Mikey looked like when I started writing Playing with Shadows, until @yunisketch and @candyhearts0w0 drew fanart, and now whenever I think about DDMG Mikey, that's how I picture him.
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For the dino asks!
Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue :D
kai how dare you. there’s too much dialogue i love in this draft. this is so mean :p
(for this ask game)
Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue
(of course i’m picking Vren and Sorrow arguing. naturally)
Shadows shifting to his left, he had his rapier up and he was shoving the Wraith back even as he stepped, choking, out of the patch of shade beneath the tree.
“Stop trying to kill people I need!” he snapped. The Wraith grabbed his wrist and shoved it away, darting backwards, drawing his sword.
“Stop standing near people I need to kill!” he snapped back. His eyes were watering from the smoke and still he looked furious. “This is just like fucking Willowtown!”
“This is nothing like Willowtown!”
“Oh really?” The two of them circled each other, neither willing to take a single step further away, to let the other have a chance to make a move. “Everything is on fire, you’re in my way, and I nearly died. I’d say this is exactly like Willowtown.”
“Boss—”
“Not now, sweet Aspiration.” He narrowed his eyes at the Wraith. “You didn’t die, either time, so stop complaining.”
“I don’t normally kill for free, but for you I’d make an exception,” the Wraith growled. “Some might even call it charity work.”
“Boss!”
“I said not now!” Sorrow didn’t take his eyes or his sneer from the human. “Ah yes, the famous assassin – tell me, who hired you for this one? Can’t have been a Vallorosian, they don’t care about us that much.”
“Boss!”
“What is it, Aspiration?” exasperated, he finally turned to her, snapping his teeth. She pointed down the road.
“Lucian’s getting away.”
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