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Billie starts sleeping with Jack Abbot the night of the Pittfest shooting, it had been building for a while between them. Subtle glances, a hand low on her waist when he was stepping behind her at the nurses station, her tucking a granola bar into his pocket when she knew he was overdue a break, a coffee just how she likes it waiting at her usual desk for her. Occasionally they would get breakfast together if she had been on nightshift with him, usually others joined them but sometimes it was just the two of them. Sharing a quiet meal to decompress before going home to get some decent shut eye. But that first time between them was raw. The both of them taking what the other offered in an attempt to keep their heads above the heavy weight of the day.
*The day of Pittfest*
“I’m here, where do you need me?” Billie asked, pulling on a pair of gloves as she approached Robbie and Jack at the nurses station where they were doing a quick huddle before the casualties started rolling in. She had never seen The Pitt like this, had never seen any workplace like this before. A sick feeling settled in the base of her gut as she watched colleagues from all departments rush around the ER, preparing for what would undoubtedly be the worst day of their careers. She had been on a rota’d day off, had just been coming out of a pilates class when Dana had called her to warn her of the incoming mass trauma from Pittfest.
Billie hadn't hesitated to say she would come in, wanting to help in any way she could even if it meant ditching any plans she had. That wasn't important, this was. Having changed into her spare scrubs she kept in her locker, she was here. She was as ready as she ever could be for this.
“With me.” Jack stated, before Robbie could talk. Billie would swear later that Dr. Robinavich had cast a look at Jack, but she didn't care to try and decipher what that meant. “Stay by my side, need you to be my second pair of hands. We're the primary ER.”
He went on to explain to her the set up they had started, the bands, the wristbands and the areas whilst he helped her with her paper gown to hopefully prevent the worst of it getting on her scrubs. Once he had finished tying it behind her neck, she felt his hands rest on her shoulders, just for a second, then the doors opened and the first wave of victims were upon them.
Patients passed through like clock work, some they save and pass up to ICU or OR’s but others they sadly can’t. Billie doesn't dwell on it, she doesn't have the time. It's continuous, as soon as a gurney is rolled out one door, another replaces it. She's methodic, listens and tries to predict what Jack or Samira might need from her at a given moment, and wants to be the best she can be for them as they try to save as many lives as they can.
She’s at Jack’s side, helping him with a GSW to the abdomen on a female Jane Doe, when it happens. A sudden lull in sound before the echos sound through the room.
“Gun, gun, gun!”
Billie barely has time to react, her veins filling with icy fear before a strong arm comes around her, Abbot pulls her tightly into his side, arm coming up and over her back to push the back of her head down onto the unknown female patient on the gurney. Time stands still, all she can feel is him around her, his head tucked so close to hers that she can feel his breath on her forehead. It's over in seconds, SWAT and Police storming in between patients to subdue whoever had the gun, Langdon calling out it's all good, but before he lets her up Jack tightens his arm over her for a moment, his eyes meeting hers through their protective glasses. Then, like it never happened, he’s up and back at his patient, ever the good soldier in a moment of chaos, unphased in ways she would never understand.
Eventually, the victims slow and eventually stop. The ER starts functioning in a somewhat normal capacity despite the devastation of the day. 112 patients. But only 6 fatalities. Billie feels wired in a way she never has before, adrenaline still pumping round her body, so she accepts Donnie’s invitation for beers in the park after they finish. She doesn't bother changing out of her scrubs, simply grabs her backpack and heads out into the cool night air, grateful for the fresh air.
She sits between Robbie and Jack, slowly sipping on lukewarm beer as they toast to the ones that made it and to those that didn’t. She watches, unphased as Jack takes off his prosthetic, massaging his lower leg, where it’s been sitting in the socket without him being able to rest for so long. He shifts eventually, thigh coming to rest against hers and Billie relishes the warmth from the contact, and wonders if he feels the same comfort from the small connection. Slowly, everyone dwindles away, Samira and Javadi leave just before them but Billie quietly observes that Mohan is reluctant to leave - casting looks over her shoulder as the newbie practically pulls her away. Shaking her head, she turned back to Jack only to find him already staring at her.
“Walk me home?” She asks him, knowing exactly what it means for both of them.
He doesn't answer her straight away, he busies himself by putting his prosthetic back on, tugging his pants down over it before standing and offering his hand to help her up. “Like I’d let you walk home at this time of the night alone, sweetheart.”
They walked together in comfortable silence, arms occasionally brushing, and when they reached her apartment block, Billie didn't need to invite him in, he just followed her straight up. As soon as the door closed behind them, Jack pulled her into his body, both of his hands cupping her head, hesitating only for a split second before he was kissing her. It was rough, demanding. He tasted like the cheap beer they’d been drinking in the park and she was sure she was the same. She dug her hands under his shirts, breaking their kiss to drag it up and over his head, Billie took a second to admire him topless, taking in his milky skin scattered with freckles, a slight t-shirt tan from the summer still showing, dog tags hanging between his clavicles. Reaching for the hem of her own scrub top, she pulled it off too, leaving her standing in her black lace bra. By the time she had dropped it to the floor, Jack had stepped back into her, his lips trailing down her neck and shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping the back of her neck and the other coming down to grab a hold of her ass, pulling her tightly to him. He was hard already, a hot heavy length pressing into her stomach, and Billie revelled in the fact that she had done that to him just from kissing alone.
She pulled him with her as she stepped backwards, further into her apartment, where she eventually turned them to push Jack down onto her couch. As soon as his ass touches the seat he's reaching for her again, like he’ll come to his senses and stop this if he stops touching her in some way. His fingers hook into the top of her scrub pants, his mouth trailing kisses and small nips from one hip bone to the other. Billie threads her hands through his hair, his salt and pepper curls soft between her fingers as she tugs his head back so she can look in his eyes. She trails her hands down his neck, shoulders and arms before coming to rest where his hands are still holding onto her pants and curls her fingers around his before pushing them and her panties down and over her legs so she can step out of them.
Standing in front of Jack in just her bra, Billie watches as he swallows deeply, his eyes feel like laser beams as they trail down her body, settling on the space between her thighs. She’s almost embarrassed by how wet she is, it's been a while since she last had sex and the weird foreplay she’s had with Jack for the last few months has kept her on edge, so he definitely sees the slick on her thighs as she pressed one knee next to him on the couch and then the other so she's straddling him.
Billie kisses him again, immediately opening her mouth to deepen it, moaning into his mouth when Jack grips her hips tightly, pulling her down onto him at the same time his hips thrust up, her pussy rubbing against his hard cock through his pants.
“Show me.” Panting he breaks the kiss, one of his hands coming down to cup her. “Show me how to make you feel good.”
Grinning down at him, she covers his hand with her own, pressing the heel down onto her clit as she moves his fingers with hers down her slit, she's so wet it covers both of their hands, guiding a finger and then two inside of her, she holds his wrist tightly but Jack’s already one step ahead of her, his fingers curling just right inside of her and her core pulses, already so close to the edge but she doesn't want it yet, not til he’s inside her. She reaches for and unties his pants, and thankfully Jack’s fully on board with her plan, raising his hips just enough to pull his pants and underwear down his thighs for his cock to spring free. He’s long and thick, already dripping pre-come that makes her mouth water with longing to taste him but instead she wraps her hand around him, stroking the length of him slowly, teasing him.
Jack's head falls back against her couch, eyes fixated on where shes holding him, breathing deeply. Both his hands are wrapped around her hips now, gripping her tight enough to leave marks that’ll show up tomorrow and the thought alone turns her on more. She guides him to her, and the both of them watch as he disappears inside of her. It doesn't take long for them to find a rhythm, Billie rolling her hips down onto him harshly as Jack thrusts upwards. It's rough, but she likes it that way, the burn of her thighs, the stretch of him inside her, the bites he's leaving across her collar bones and chest.
It doesnt take long for the pressure to build, she can feel herself tightening around him, white spots dancing in her vision. “Jack.” She gasps out, fingers tightening in his hair. “I’m, god, I’m close.”
“I’ll get you there, baby, come on.” At that, he shifts, sitting forward on the couch just so and it changes the angle for her so he's pressing right against that spot inside of her and it sends her over the edge. She clenches around him in waves, the pleasure so intense she lets her head fall back on her shoulders. She felt him thrust once, twice more and then he’s gripping her shoulders from behind and pulling her into him even more as he follows her over the edge, releasing a noise from deep within his chest as he fills her with pulse after pulse of him cum.
They stay like that a while, enjoying the come down and catching their breaths before she pulls off him with a wince. She can feel him leaking down her thighs already, and by the way his eyes fixate shes sure he can too.
She freshens up in the bathroom then quickly detours into her bedroom to pull on fresh panties and an old t-shirt but doesn't bother with anything else. She walks back into the room, but stops short at the sight of Jack already pulling his t-shirt back on.
“I should go. Try get some sleep so I can go back in for the rest of the night shift.” He explains, tucking his dog tags back under his shirt.
“Sure.” Billie replies softly. She recognises it for what it is, a line in the sand. He’s letting her know what this is, setting the boundaries for the future, and she respects it, although she can't help but feel disappointed.
“I’ll text you later.” It sounds more like a question when he says it, like he's doubting everything that's occurred tonight.
Nodding her head, she watches silently as he grabs his ever present camo backpack off the ground near the door where he had dropped it as soon as they stepped through the threshold. Jack opens the door and turns like he’s going to say something to her but instead he gives her as much of a smile as what she thinks he's capable of before nodding his head at her and closing the door behind him on his way out.
The silence in his wake shakes her more than she would ever admit.
“Stupid bitch.”
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