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“Then tell me the truth,” she says, watching Abbot’s eyes flick up to meet hers once more. There is a subtle lift of her chin and with the purse of his lips, Samira knows he sees the resolve in her eyes. “Why don’t you look at me?”
[post 2x07]
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But there is one piece of jewelry she can’t let go of that Amma had gifted her. A pair of anklets—payals—that Baba had gotten Amma when Samira was young, after he returned from a trip to India. He wasn’t much of a gift giver, but sometimes he would come through. Gold with small connecting chains, simple in the sense that there are no bells to clink together with every step. Amma wanted her to have one, while she kept the other. Samira’s hand shook when she had picked it up, holding her breath as she sat down, brought her knee up, and unclasped the payal to bring around her ankle. A perfect fit.
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“You know I love how you fuck me,” she started over, “but I think I want to try something… different.” Even intoxicated she still had to swallow her nerves to ask this of him.
Jack laughed. “Is that all, sweetheart? You had to get drunk to ask me to experiment in the bedroom? Whatever it is, you can tell me. You want to tie me up? You want to have sex in a car?”
“No, but I would be open to both,” she replied honestly. “But I want-” she took a breath, trying to find the words to articulate what she’s trying to say. “You’re always so… nice,” she started, “but I think I want you to be a little… mean?”
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or: samira gets drunk and asks jack to be rougher in the bedroom. he delivers.
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“You’re the smartest person I know in every room—but if you think I’ll have to pretend to have feelings for you, pretend like I’m fucking thrilled you chose me, then I will get on my knees right now and remind you that pretending is not necessary.”
Her stomach bottoms out, lips parting as his words sink in. Heat spreads through her body as her eyes flicker between his eyes and lips, voice light in a daze when she murmurs, “That’s not a bad idea.”
The corner of Jack’s mouth curves up. “Your mom’s right outside.”
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or, Samira and Jack don't have a moment to enjoy their morning after when her mother shows up unannounced.
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Abbot’s mouth has made it to the inside of her knee. Robby stares at him, wide-eyed.
“Robby?” Samira’s voice is pleading now.
His gaze snaps back to her, and his jaw sets. In a resigned voice, he sighs out, “Yeah, sweetheart. I like it.”
Or: Samira parent traps her attendings