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A/N - I was inspired to write a Reyder drabble based on @machatnoir‘s drawing of her Ves Ryder and Reyes Vidal, above. (The original is here). I really hope she, and you, enjoy this short little fluffy oneshot. It’s a little bit naughty, but it’s not full on smut or anything. It’s mostly about coffee, kisses, and early morning snuggles … with a little nsfw foreplay.
Coffee and Kisses
scent of rich dark coffee pulled Reyes from the depths of sleep. He
grumbled as he rolled over, his arm sweeping the bed for the familiar
warmth of Ves, but finding only the softness of cotton sheets and the
faint scent of her flowery perfume. Distantly, he heard the sound of
mugs being placed on his kitchen bench, and the faint tinkle of
cutlery being stirred.
familiar scent assailed his senses yet again, and Reyes rubbed the
last vestiges of sleep from his eyes. He sat up in time to see Ves
padding barefoot back into the bedroom, clad only in one of his
shirts, half-unbuttoned so that he caught tantalising glimpses of the
tops of her breasts and of her long creamy thighs as she walked. The
sight stole the breath from his body, and sent his pulse rate
but she was sexy … and completely his.
shot through Reyes as she grinned at him knowingly, as though she
could read his mind. She held two mugs of steaming coffee in her
hands which she set down on a bedside table, then crawled across the
bed towards him with a rustle of sheets. Her hazel eyes shimmered in
the early morning Kadara sunlight, and they gleamed at him like
bright jewels; only they were worth more to him than any treasure in
the Andromeda Galaxy.
morning, handsome,” she greeted him huskily, pushing him back into
a mound of pillows as she straddled him.
grinned, his hands following the curve of those perfectly shaped legs
until he cupped her backside and pulled her closer. “Good morning,
yourself. I like your outfit.”
mischievous smile widened as she ground herself against him lightly.
Reyes instantly hardened, his cock reacting to her feminine softness
and the gentle undulating movements of her body on his. He always
slept naked, and only her thin cotton panties separated their bodies.
It would be so easy to hook his fingers in the waistband and slip
them over her hips and down her legs; to sink himself inside of her
and make love to her over and over again.
groaned as she rested her arms on either side of his body and lowered
herself down for a kiss, her lips sweet and soft as they ghosted
lightly against his in the briefest of touches. The kiss was teasing,
brief, and Reyes reached up to cup her cheek, pulling her down for a
longer, deeper kiss. He teased her lips apart with his own, and she
murmured hungrily as his tongue dipped into her mouth, sliding
alongside hers in a swirl of velvety heat.
“Trauma alert arrival to bay one.” The overhead voice crackles monotonously and then falls into silence.
Regina is in the room before the patient is, waiting with a tense calm as the bed rolls in and the air around her shifts to accommodate the sudden influx of faces, all with different roles to play and responsibilities to fulfill. Senses are heightened but not panicked, hands quick but methodical, steady, efficient.
“Motor vehicle collision,” reports the paramedic, clipboard in hand in case he needs to reference it (he doesn’t). “Five-year-old male, restrained in a booster seat in the rear of a minivan. Father was driving; they were T-boned by a truck that ran a red light at forty miles per hour.”
Regina cringes involuntarily.
“No head injury, no loss of consciousness, no vomiting afterward. Able to speak, complaining of pain in the left side of his abdomen.“
Good, Regina thinks, and some of the tension is released from her shoulders. Not good that he’s hurting, but good that he’s speaking—it means his airway is clear, there’s no obstruction there. The most common cause of cardiac arrest in children actually has very little to do with the heart and everything to do with the lungs, if they’re not breathing properly; and a kid can’t get the oxygen his body needs if there’s something blocking his windpipe, or his windpipe itself has been crushed.
It’s one of those things you read about, it’s hammered into your head over and over in the sterile environment of a lecture hall, but some things you can never learn, never really truly learn, from books and talk alone.
And she’d learned that the hard way with her own son.
Regina’s eyes run over the small child lying in front of her and do a quick assessment of their own while the nurses cut through his clothing, attach wired stickers to his chest, a blood pressure cuff on his arm, a pulse oximeter over the pad of his left pointer finger. He already has a hand IV in place. The boy is crying, wriggling his arms and legs around as best he can with all the bustling around him, and she feels reasonably assured that he’s not in terribly bad shape, that she can do this. She can save him this time.
She ignores the wild and heavy thump, thump, thump in her chest.
The paramedic continues, “Patient accompanied by father, who is now—“
“Here,” says a man, stepping forward, his British lilt barely masking a frantic tremor in his voice. Regina clasps his hand in hers with a brief introduction and some vague, comforting words, but there’s no time for more than a second of eye contact before she refocuses immediately on the boy. He’s whimpering softly, reaching a small hand out to find his papa, so she takes it into her own instead.
“Hi, honey,” Regina says to him, soothing, “I’m Dr. Mills. Can you tell me your name?”
“Ro—Roland,” he stutters, “L—Lock—Locksley,” and he tries to wriggle in the collar that’s restraining the movement of his neck, a precautionary measure.