concordia

thirty

word count: 424 | 422 | 688 | 373

date written: 4.12.19 | 5.12.19 | early 2018 | 5.10.20

verse: paramedic au

(ordered chronologically, not by date)

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she made a start on her drink just as sam finally ordered her own and loosely held the glass as she glanced around the pub. it was almost quaint and nowhere near as rowdy as the one near her old workplace despite the amount of people. she recognized several faces from passing through the ED during her shift but forgot all about them when her gaze picked out a woman she hadn't seen before, sat beside the nurse who had unabashedly flirted with her just a few hours ago -- jacob, if she recalled correctly. 

"hey, sam, who's that?" connie asked, hitting sam's arm and absently setting her drink down dangerously close to the edge of the bar. she gestured subtly to the woman across the room, unable to tear her attention away. she was gorgeous, with wild hair and a bight grin. connie was already taken with her. sam scowled slightly, glancing down at where she'd been struck before looking over her shoulder and following connie's gaze to see who she was referring to.

"oh, that's elle," sam said, briefly watching the other table until she was distracted by the bartender returning with her drink. she thanked him quietly, winding her hands around the base of the glass as she spared connie another look. "she's a consultant." 

connie hummed approvingly, eyes still trained on elle. it was a beautiful name and rolled off her tongue almost too easily. perfect. "hey," connie said, reluctantly turning away from elle to address the bartender as he passed. she jerked her head in the direction of elle's table once she had his attention. "the rest of her drinks tonight are on me, got it?" she smirked arrogantly when he nodded in understanding and didn't notice sam's amused expression until several seconds later when she was drinking. connie lowered her glass, licking the taste of wine from her lips. "what?" 

sam shook her head slightly, dismissing the question. "nothing," she said, pausing to take a drink. "so." she rolled her shoulders, shifting slightly on her bar stool. "looks like elle has a secret admirer then." 

"mm, well, i don't plan on staying secret for very long," connie admitted, resting her weight against the bar as she watched elle over the rim of her wine glass, laughing at something connie hadn't been able to hear. she had no interest in lurking in the shadows or being patient. she was far too eager to tangle her fingers in elle's curls and have her legs wrapped tight around her waist for that. 

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(highkey NSFW)

she purred, almost like a cat, resting her weight against elle's figure. "now," she started quietly, voice low, breath tickling elle's ear. "you want to repeat that?" 

elle swallowed thickly, heart hammering as she struggled to ignore the swell of connie's breasts pressing into her back. "i said..." she gritted her teeth, trying and failing to free herself from connie's grip. she might have been small but she was much stronger than she looked. "you're just a paramedic and a mediocre one at that." 

connie chuckled, loosening her grip on elle's wrist slightly, but not enough for her to escape. "if that's you trying to flirt, you're doing a terrible job," she breathed into elle's ear, lifting her shirt with her free hand. without warning, she grazed her thumb lightly across the sensitive patch of skin on elle's hip that she'd discovered just days prior when they'd last been in such close proximity.