Open Heart One Shots (Choices)

The Intern

Summary: Ethan Ramsey has landed a residency at Boston's famed Edenbrook Hospital, but not everything is going as expected. Feeling down, he reaches out to a stranger and finds new purpose.

Rating: First half is NSFW – scenes and language; don't proceed if you're under 18; second half is rated Teen.

In the dark of the on-call room, he could pretend he was someone else and that person remembered the name of the woman kneeling before him, giving him (if he were being honest) not exactly the best blow job of his life, but certainly a passable one. Head thrown back, hands tangled in curly, long red hair, he pulled her closer and let go, allowing release to take over and wash away the tension of a fourteen-hour shift.

When he finally opened his eyes, he saw her lick her lips before she pulled off her scrubs and climbed on top of him.

"My turn," she purred as she squatted on his face. "But make it quick. My break ends in ten."

He hummed in pleasure as he tasted her, much preferring to give than receive. His fingers joined his tongue as he brought her to completion, her moans getting louder as her knees trembled both from what he was doing and what he thought must be an uncomfortable position without anything to hold on to.

Spent, she moved off to lie down next to him on the narrow bed, panting from the orgasm he'd just given her. He swung his legs off the bed, taking two steps toward the locked door before stretching up on his toes to slide the loose ceiling tile and grab the cheap bourbon he'd stored there for safekeeping. It wasn't the best ─he couldn't really afford top shelf yet─ but it did the job.

"You planning to share?" asked Britney as he took a swig. No, it was Tiffany. Or was it, Tania? That didn't sound right either, he thought, brows furrowing. He knew he wasn't far off.

The pretty surgical intern he'd been flirting with all week had a name ─and boobs─ that could've belonged to a contestant on Girls Gone Wild. In their hurry to fuck each other, he hadn't bothered to ask and wasn't sure now was the right time to bring that up.

He'd run into her earlier as he was heading to the on-call room that had become his home away home; it was tucked away from the busy sections of the hospital and afforded more privacy. Hardly anyone used it and it saved him time to crash there when he had a long shift and an early morning.

She'd been heading out on break, walking in the opposite direction when her hands had deliberately brushed against his and then grabbed his ass. Within seconds he had her against the wall, his mouth leaving open kisses on her neck as he pushed the door open and pulled her inside.

He handed her the bourbon, smirking as she coughed when the fiery liquid hit her throat before passing it back to him.

"You're going to be late," he said, dispassionately.

Now that he'd slaked his lust, he wanted her gone so that he could brood. He had been in a pisser of a mood when he'd run into Britney-Tiffany-Tania. He'd just finished treating a patient that had waited too long to seek medical attention and would now lose a few inches of his intestines. All because he couldn't afford the insurance deductible and had hoped he could ride it out with painkillers.

"Oh crap," she yelped as she checked her watch. Hurriedly pulling on her scrubs, she twisted her hair into a bun and stepped into her shoes. "Want to grab breakfast later?"

"No, thanks." He cursed inwardly as her face fell at his curt tone. "Look, Bri..." Shit. Why couldn't he remember her name? "Sorry, but what is your name?"

"You, asshole," she hissed as her eyes fired up. "We just fucked each other's brains out and you're telling me that you don't even know my name?"

"I know your name," he shot back. "I just can't remember it right now."