Tw: Suicide and self harm
"On-call room?" Amelia whispers into your ear as she hurries by. Her warm breath sends shivers of delight down your body. She puts her hand on your waist and spins you around to face her. You nod excitedly at her offer. She puts her hand out and you grab it as she leads you to the nearest on-call room.
She swings the door open laughing and pulls you in. She shuts the door and pushed you against it. You put your arm on her waist as you stare into her eyes. A small stream of sunlight sneaks into the room and traces across her face, letting her eyes glisten.
She leans in to kiss you and puts one hand on the back of your head. Your lips melt together as you rub her back. You grab the bottom of her scrubs and pull it over her head. She does the same to you and continues kissing you.
She moves down to your neck, sucking gently. She knows exactly where to go to make you moan. You grasp onto her hair and she lowers to your breasts. Amelia reaches her hand around your back and unclasp your bra gently. She slides it off your shoulders and tosses it to the floor. She grabs your right breast with her hand and slowly massages it as she begins sucking on the left.
Your whole body feels light under the touch of Amelia's gentle hands. She continues down your stomach and to the tie of your scrub pants. She carefully unknots them and slides them down. She reaches her hand up to feel your pussy, drenched by her touch. Your body shutters at her touching you over your underwear.
She spreads your legs and begins kissing up your thigh. She can work her mouth so good you fear you'll cum before she even reaches your drenched core. She kisses and licks your thighs as you moan In delight. She stops kissing you and steps back. She begins tracing her fingers on your thighs. You look down confused until you remember what you did three days ago.
She traces the deep cuts that lined your thighs. You used to cut on your upper hip to hide it from Amelia but on Wednesday, you were so desperate. She stand up to face you, tears welling in her eyes.
"Y/n..." She says, her voice breaking at the end. Your heart shatters at the sight of her being sad. You put your hand on her cheek to console her.
"I'm so sorry Amy." You say, bowing your head on shame.
"Why are you sorry?" Amelia says, a single year falling down her face. She puts her hand under your chin and lifts your head to face her. "It's not your fault y/n. You're hurting and I wasn't here to help you."
"No no it's not your fault Amelia!" You say hurriedly, trying to reassure her. "It's just," You take a deep breath in and look at her. "It's just everything." Tears start to fall from your eyes which causes Amelia to cry harder. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant to make you cry Amy." You say looking into her eyes.
"No it's just," she takes a breath and continues. "I don't want you to hurt y/n. I love you too much and I just don't want to see anything happen to you." Your heart stopped. You knew in your heart you loved Amelia but neither of you have ever said it out loud.
"You love me?" You say smirking.
"Oh shut up." She laughs through the tears. "It's not the point."
"But you said it." You smile from ear to ear.
"I'm sorry it was stupid I'm jus-"
"I love you too Amy." You say, holding her head in your hands. She smiles as the sun still shines on her beautiful face.
"Please promise me you'll tell me if it gets bad y/n. Promise me!" She says, her voice cracking a little bit but still smiling.
"I promise Amelia it was just a really bad day." You say, avoiding the fact that lately, every day had been a bad day.
"You sure?"
"I'm sure hon." You say smiling. No matter what's happening, you can't help but smile at Amelia. She pulls you in for a hug and she buries her head into your shoulder.
"I just want you to be ok." She whispers into your hair.
"I know I know." You say consoling her.
