Chapter 15: Twelve Hours

The call was a request to cover Friday's day shift, because two nurses had the flu.

I said yes before I finished thinking.

Flora watched me hang up and said nothing, and she kissed me on the stairs of my mother's house.

By Friday evening I had worked twelve hours straight.

I had done a cardiac arrest, a broken ankle with a dog attached.

A man who wanted to speak to the manager about his own stitches.

I walked into my apartment at a quarter to eight with my feet gone and my scrub top stuck to my back.

The lights were low.

There was soup on the stove and a note in Flora's loopy handwriting.

Gone to buy plants. Back soon. Don't you dare shower without me.

I smiled at the note, and then I could not stand any longer.

I went into my bedroom, lay face down on the bed in my scrubs and my socks, and closed my eyes.

I heard the front door open.

I heard her boots come off in the hall, one and then the other.

I heard her stop in the bedroom doorway.

"Robin?"

"Mm."

"Oh, honey."

The mattress dipped.

Her hand settled on the small of my back, warm through the thin cotton.

"Sleep," Flora said softly. "I've got you."

I drifted.

I had the heavy, sinking, painless dark of a person who has been awake since five.

I was almost under when I felt her fingers at my waistband.

They hooked the drawstring of my scrub pants and tugged.

I made a sleepy sound.

"Shh," Flora whispered. "Don't wake up. Just stay there."

She eased the pants down over my hips, slowly, and the cool air touched my skin.

She took my underwear with them, to my knees.

A warm hand stroked my ass, and kneaded it, and parted it.

"Flora."

"Lie still. You've been looking after everyone all day."

Her breath landed on the back of my thigh.

Then her mouth.

She kissed the top of my leg, slow and open, and trailed up to the curve of my ass, and bit it softly.

I groaned into the pillow, and my hips pushed up an inch off the bed.

"That's it. Lift for me."

I raised my hips, and she slid a pillow under my stomach.

I was open, face down, knees spread, my scrub pants tangled at my knees.

She licked me from behind.

It was one long wet drag from my clit all the way back, and I cried out into the mattress.

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