© Christina Hadfield
SUMMER AFTER JUNIOR YEAR
Dr. Greenwood watched her dearest friend. She watched how Dr. Morgan fidgeted, how she shifted her legs, bounced her knee, tapped her fingers, flipped her head. Restlessness wasn’t a good look on her.
“Have you heard anything from her?” Dr. Greenwood questioned casually.
“No. Radio silence all summer,” Dr. Morgan answered.
“It’s only the start of July. She’s probably just busy catching up with old friends. And I mean, it’s not like she lives in the city, she had to go home for break and—”
“I know that, Amy.”
The fidgeting continued. “I think getting laid would suit you, Margaret.”
“I think it would too,” Dr. Morgan forced out.
“And I know who you want to bed, but seeing as she’s been AWOL all summer, perhaps someone else might suffice… a quick shag to get your libido back in check.”
“If you’re going to continue saying such absurd things, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“You need to be realistic, Margaret. I know you love her, but it’s very possible she might be sleeping with another woman as we speak.”
“Amy—”
“No, listen to me,” Dr. Greenwood continued more forcefully. “She went home… home is where ex-lovers and flings remain. She went home with no intention to return over summer break, clearly, otherwise she surely would have stopped in to say hi. It wouldn’t be a crime to sleep with someone else yourself.”
Dr. Morgan was about to answer with a short and snappy remark, one that very well might have ended in her kicking Dr. Greenwood out of her house, but she was interrupted by a pounding on her door. She glanced towards the door curiously.
“Expecting someone?” Dr. Greenwood questioned.
“No,” Dr. Morgan answered, standing to get the door.
“It’s nearly eight… a little early for serial killers but a little late for a delivery,” Dr. Greenwood commented.
Dr. Morgan rolled her eyes at her friend’s comment. Instead, she pulled open the door, expecting perhaps a neighbor with boring information like they were travelling out of town and could she get their mail for them, but she was met by someone else entirely. Arms flew around her neck, followed quickly by the rush of golden hair and the familiar scent of Tess, and then lips were on hers in a furious kiss.
“God, I’m so glad you’re home. I was worried you might be out,” Tess stated, gasping for air after their furious kiss. She pushed at Dr. Morgan, causing the woman to take a step back, and she kicked the door shut behind her. “I’m on a road trip with my family,” Tess explained, followed by another kiss. “We’re just passing through, stopped for the night—” another kiss— “I told them I wanted to visit some friends in town, but I lied—” she racked her teeth along Dr. Morgan’s jaw— “You were all I was thinking about, all I’ve been thinking about, all summer—”
“Um… Tess…?” Dr. Morgan muttered out breathlessly.
Tess dropped her hands, pulling at the button of Dr. Morgan’s pants as she sucked at the woman’s neck. “Summers are the absolute worst,” she stated into the woman’s neck. “I could barely go a week between seeing you and now months!”
“Tess—”
“Please, Margaret, please. I need you… I want you so bad, I—”
“Ahem,” Dr. Greenwood cleared her throat rather loudly.
Tess spun from Dr. Morgan in a flash, her eyes wide with horror as she spotted Dr. Greenwood. “Oh my god!” she gasped. “Dr. Greenwood! Shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t even think that you’d have company!”
“Tess, please, call me Amy,” Dr. Greenwood stated, standing. “And please, don’t worry, I was just heading out.”
“No, I’m sorry, I interrupted,” Tess barked out. “You shouldn’t have to leave on my account. Please, I’ll just leave—”
“Absolutely not!” Dr. Greenwood stated forcefully. “I’ve had to deal with listening to Margaret’s insatiable horniness all summer, and judging by how you burst in, I think it’s safe to say you’re both rather desperate to reconnect. And I am absolutely not going to stand in the way of that. Cheers to you both. Margaret, good night, I’ll call in the morning. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do and wear protection!”
With a salute, Dr. Greenwood slipped out the front door and Dr. Morgan laughed, pressing her face into Tess’s neck. “Protection,” she chuckled. “She likes to think she’s funny.”
“I, um, protection,” Tess repeated, spinning in Dr. Morgan’s arms so she was facing the woman again. “I don’t—is that um, is that something we need…?”
Dr. Morgan pulled back slightly to take in Tess. When they first started sleeping together, they had the ‘safe sex’ talk. They’d both been recently tested, both clean, and vowed to get regularly tested and would tell each other if anything changed. The question in Tess’s tone though… it was clear she was asking less about the risk of STI’s and more so asking if Dr. Morgan had slept with anyone else… was seeing anyone else…
“No, I haven’t… with anyone else… unless you…?” Dr. Morgan held her breath, not sure if she wanted to know the answer or not, not sure if she wanted to hear that Dr. Greenwood was completely right.
“No, I haven’t either,” Tess answered.
Dr. Morgan showed her gratitude with plenty of kisses, then she showed Tess just how much she missed her with plenty of licks, and nips, and touches.
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