7. Becky

7

BECKY

B ecky sighed shakily. Lucinda was right. Everything had gone smoothly, and she even cared for Ember through it all. The doctor had earned more than just her respect. The next few hours were thrown into chaos. Becky called Josephine to let her know Ember was okay but was being transported to the hospital. Josephine agreed to be there when Ember was admitted. Becky had to call City Hall and report the situation, asking for the police to investigate who had set off the first canister. Probably some teenagers who had no idea what the accelerant actually was. The exhausted teams had help from the uninjured volunteers to take everything down, and Becky was finally free to meet Josephine and Ember at the hospital.

Becky strode into the hospital room to see Ember eating a pudding cup with their little girl Natalie sitting on her knee sharing. Natalie was like an exact mini-me of Ember. Same wild red hair and strong beautiful features. Such a bright and engaging little girl.

"Mom! The hospital finally got banana pudding!" Ember said giddily.

“Granny!” Natalie called wriggling her little body down from the hospital bed to make her way over to Becky. She reached up to her to be scooped up. “I missed you.”

She leaned in and kissed Becky, her fingers sticky from the pudding. Becky was crazy about Natalie. Well, about all of them. She loved her family fiercely.

Josephine rolled her eyes from the chair next to her. "That's all they’ve been discussing for the past fifteen minutes. Sometimes it is like having two children."

"This is a major upgrade from that shitty chocolate sauce you guys were trying to pass off as pudding the last time I was here," Ember replied, scraping the edges of the container with a spoon .

Becky bent down and kissed Ember on the top of her hair while still holding Natalie. "Let's try not to make your hospital pudding rating a habit, hm?"

"It's not my fault I got stabbed by shrapnel," Ember grumbled.

Josephine rolled her eyes. "She's staying overnight to ensure her wound doesn't get worse, but she should be able to go home tomorrow morning."

"That's what Dr. Everett said would happen," Becky said.

"Woah, is your crush the one who did my stitches? Tell her I give her a nine out of ten, but only because no one can beat Josephine's." Ember smiled dreamily at her wife.

Becky pulled out her phone to see Lucinda's name flashing across the screen.

Lucinda: How is Ember?

Becky: She's great. More concerned about hospital pudding than her wound.

Lucinda: That makes me feel better.

Becky looked up at Josephine. "Are you good to sit with her for a few hours? I've got something I need to do and will return tonight."

Josephine raised an eyebrow but didn't pry. " Yeah, I'm free all day. I had Dr. Spencer take my one surgery today."

Becky nodded before kissing Ember's head again. "I'll be back later."

"Tell the doc I said hi!" Ember grinned.

Becky shook her head, texting Lucinda.

Becky: What's your address?

Thirty minutes later, Becky knocked on Lucinda's apartment door.

When Lucinda threw open the door, Becky saw that she wore a matching lavender lounge dress that fell at her knees, her dark hair pulled up in a ponytail.

"Is everything okay?" she demanded. "Why couldn't you text me what the problem was?"

Becky chuckled, holding up the bottle of red wine she had bought. "I'm sorry. I should have clarified. I got you this as a thank you. I thought maybe we both needed a drink after the day we have had!”

Lucinda's stressed look melted off her face, replaced with a pink blush. "Oh. That's very kind of you. Come in, come in. "

Becky walked through the doorway, looking around. The apartment was fancy . Floor-to-ceiling windows, granite countertops, polished hardwood floors. She knew doctors made a lot of money, but damn.

"Nice place," Becky commented.

"Thank you! Please ignore the boxes. I'm still getting settled," Lucinda said, pulling out some glasses and a wine opener.

Becky set the bottle on the counter, taking the opener from Lucinda. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got you my favorite."

"That was very sweet of you." Lucinda leaned against the counter as she watched Becky open and pour the wine. "You didn't have to do that."

Becky smirked. "Yes, I did. You came up with a magnificent plan and fixed my daughter. The least I could do was buy you some wine." She pushed a glass over to Lucinda.

"It wasn't a problem."

Becky leveled her stare, finding Lucinda's eyes. "No, seriously. Thank you. You made the right call."

Lucinda nodded and took a sip, licking her lips. Becky clocked the motion.

She thought of the way Lucinda said her name, the flush of her breasts, the sounds she had made with Becky's lips on her skin.

How her legs had opened easily for Becky’s hand.

How wet her panties had been.

Becky gulped her wine as she looked out the window. The sun sank below the horizon, and the lights across the city blinked on.

"That's not the only reason I'm here," Becky said, setting her glass on the counter.

Lucinda leaned back against the window, her empty glass forgotten on the kitchen table. "Why are you here, Becky?"

Lucinda was as seductive and enticing as hell.

Fuck, she was done for.

She closed the gap between them in three strides and pressed Lucinda against the window. Becky's mouth found hers, the bitter taste of red wine filling her mouth. Her hands gripped Lucinda's hips. The best part was that no one could walk in on them this time.

God, was she really doing this?

Becky's hands pushed up Lucinda's dress, and she found that delightfully, she wasn't wearing underwear under the garment—just her smooth thighs and hips .

Oh, yes.

Becky moaned into Lucinda's mouth. "Did you do this on purpose, Lucinda?"

Lucinda's voice was husky as she said, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Annoyance prickled in Becky's mind. "Normally, I would punish you for a comment like that, but I came here to reward you." Becky pulled down the stretchy fabric of Lucinda's dress, her full breasts popping free.

Becky's felt a rush of heat straight to her pussy at the sight of them.

"Do you ever give up control?" Lucinda asked, unbuttoning Becky's shirt.

Becky gripped Lucinda's tiny hands in one of hers. "Do you?" Her mouth closed around one of Lucinda's nipples, her tongue flicking against the hard bud.

Lucinda's back arched against the window, a throaty gasp escaping her lips. Her body turned red and hot against Becky’s own. Becky licked back up Lucinda's neck, yanking the rest of the dress down to a puddle at her feet.

Her pale body was so smooth and supple against Becky's rough callouses. Lucinda pressed her thighs together as Becky sank to her knees .

"Open your legs for me, Lucinda," Becky cooed. "I want all of downtown to see me licking that sweet pussy of yours."

It seemed that Lucinda had forgotten that her naked body was pressed against the windows and that anybody could see her. She tried to move to the bedroom, but Becky pushed her hips back against the glass.

"This is what you get for being such a brat when I was trying to be nice."

Becky slipped her fingers between Lucinda's legs, gently prying them open. Her hand grazed up Lucinda's thigh and put it over her shoulder. Becky dove into her, her tongue licking a trail through Lucinda's folds.

Lucinda threw her head back against the glass and moaned.

Becky's tongue found its way to her clit, sucking it into her mouth. Lucinda tasted fucking sweet, like candy. Of course she did. Everything about her was perfect.

"You taste so good, sweet girl." Becky slipped two fingers into Lucinda's wetness, pumping gently as she licked at her throbbing clit.

Lucinda's hands were in Becky's hair, pulling her closer. "Oh god, Becky. "

At the sound of her name, Becky added a third finger, pounding into Lucinda's pussy. Wetness dripped down Becky's hand, making a mess on Lucinda's thighs.

When was the last time she had a woman moaning her name? She couldn't remember. Maybe it was that woman she had taken home a few years ago after a conference. But that random stranger had nothing on this intoxicating doctor.

Becky wasn't as young as she used to be, so when her jaw started to get sore, she took a break to kiss Lucinda's thighs. She glanced up at the doctor from her place on the floor. Lucinda was breathing hard, absolutely disheveled. She was playing with her nipple, pinching the bud between her fingers.

"Fuck," Becky groaned. She undid the button and zipper of her pants and started rubbing at her own clit. "You look so pretty like this."

Lucinda watched Becky's other hand slip into her pants, and she bit her lip. Lucinda leaked onto Becky's hand.

"You like it when I touch myself because I’m so turned on by you, huh?" Becky asked.

Lucinda groaned, her pelvis moving against Becky's hand. Becky removed her fingers from Lucinda's pussy. "Answer me, Lucinda."

"Yes, I like it," she said breathlessly.

Becky's fingers found themselves back inside of Lucinda, moving them against her G-spot, her tongue flicking against her clit. "Come for me, baby," Becky pleaded, her own climax close as the fingers of her left hand rubbed her own clit.

Lucinda gripped her breasts in her hands, squeezing them. The sight of her made Becky impossibly wetter. She wanted to fuck Lucinda hard and fast. She needed her come on her tongue and her face. She needed Lucinda begging for more.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard till you come all over my tongue and face. I’m going to make you come and come and come until you beg me for more.”

Becky hadn't realized she had said her thoughts aloud.

"Yes! Yes!" Lucinda called out, her moans and sighs pinging in the empty apartment.

“Please. You feel so good inside of me. Fuck me harder,” she whispered.

Lucinda slipped her hands down the neck of Becky's shirt. Her touch inflamed Becky, the electricity from her clit striking pleasure throughout her. Becky’s fingers moved faster on her own clit, wishing she was sitting on Lucinda's face, but she was here for Lucinda's pleasure, not her own right now. Becky groaned into Lucinda's pussy as she climaxed, causing the doctor to also fall apart. Lucinda pulsed against Becky's hand as she moaned.

"Fuck," Lucinda sighed, her leg falling off of Becky's shoulder.

Becky pulled her fingers from Lucinda, squeezing her thigh as she stood. "Language, Doctor Everett.”

"Don't call me that." Lucinda smiled sleepily.

Becky buttoned her pants. "What? Is your name Lucinda only when I'm fucking you?"

Lucinda's thighs pressed together again. "Stop it."

Becky hummed a happy sound before kissing Lucinda, hoping she could still taste her come on her mouth. "I'll help you get cleaned up before I go."

Lucinda led Becky into the bathroom, pointing out the towels. Becky washed her hands and wet a washcloth with warm water. She cleaned between Lucinda's legs and all the places Becky had touched her. Lucinda sighed with every gentle pass of the cloth.

"Now, pee before you get a UTI," Becky demanded.

Lucinda laughed. "You're so bossy. I thought I was the doctor around here." She shooed her out of the bathroom before closing the door.

Becky made herself comfortable on the black leather couch, and a calico cat greeted her with a soft meow. "Hello to you too."

Lucinda came out of her bedroom with an oversized tie-dye t-shirt that said “ Cattle Battle” that fell just below her ass.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Becky joked.

Lucinda sat on the couch, curling next to Becky. "My friend works at this ridiculous restaurant down the street. It's the ugliest place I've ever been to."

"Why don't you take me this weekend?" Becky said cautiously.

Just because Becky had fucked this woman against her windows for all of her neighbors to see didn't mean Lucinda wanted to see her outside these four walls .

"You want me to take you out on a date, Chief?" Lucinda teased.

Becky ran a hand through Lucinda's hair. "I want you to call me Becky when we're alone. Nothing else."

Lucinda's eyes softened slightly, her head leaning into Becky's hand. "Okay."

"So, can I see you again?" Becky's heart hammered against her ribcage. Why was she so nervous?

"Well, we do still have to put together our proposal..."

"Lucinda," Becky said, a slight warning in her voice.

Lucinda laughed. "Yes, I'd like to keep seeing you."

"Good," Becky said, standing. "I need to head back to the hospital to see Ember and take care of Natalie so Josephine can get some sleep." She leaned over and kissed Lucinda softly. "I'll text you."

"Okay," Lucinda said, pulling a blanket on top of herself.

Becky locked the door from the inside before leaving. She wished she could stay. She wanted to hold Lucinda against her chest while she slept—another time. Lucinda said she wanted to keep seeing her. She had all the time in the world.

Becky couldn't stop smiling the whole drive to the hospital.