Rescue Me

“And I need to wear that for…” I said taking in a deep breath and hopefully my sanity.

“Dinner, conversation, a drink, maybe a kiss at the end of the night?” He outlined an adult evening. At least if my heart stopped I would be in good company because neurologically I was sucking at this.

My mouth moved on autopilot and I could have, should have smacked myself, “I know what a date is Dr. Avari.”

His blue eyes twinkled and I wished sinking into the floor was option B because I was embarrassed at how ridiculous I sound.

“Did you need–” He checked the chart glancing at the patient, “Mr. Pineda’s permission?” He crowded me into the wall, his face scrunched into a smirk that made my mouth dry up and my tongue thick with disuse in normal human conversation. When had I last dated? I couldn’t recall but I was certain it had been months ago ending in disaster because here I was single and with no fly moves.

“No. But–”

The white coat over his scrubs brushed against me and I couldn’t see around him with him blocking everything out. I focused on the black script stitching of his name on the coat. His right hand rose to lean on the wall near my head and his other reached into his pocket pulling something out.

I gulped back dry air.

“Dinner, Ms. Rossi. Call me, text me, send a smoke signal, but for the love of god don’t leave a man hanging.” He winked slipping his card into the pocket over my left breast. He didn’t so much as graze me inappropriately and I whimpered wishing he had. He turned walking out. His white coat covered his ass leaving me to ponder its worth with Mr. Pineda whose unconscious state pretty much summed up my life right until now.

2

Brandon

Standing in front of my bedroom mirror I contemplated the color of my tie like a prom night asshole looking to get laid. I wasn’t opposed to the idea, but that wasn’t the outcome I stressed over tonight. Sure I wanted Dana underneath me writhing in pleasure while I kissed my way down her adorable pocket sized body, but this wasn’t a one night goal. I had a marathon’s worth of positions I wanted to explore with a woman who I thought would make a permanent mark on my life.

I finally worked up the balls to ask Dana Rossi, Paramedic extraordinaire out on a date after the better part of six months. The nurses paged me for a rowdy client in the emergency room. I had been expecting a man strung out on drugs or an anxious kid with a broken leg. Geraldine Kent was seventy-three and suffering from an angina attack. Now that didn’t stop the meddlesome blue haired former Miss St. Louis and closet burlesque dancer from telling me to go ask out the pretty lady. The one who brought her in on a stretcher and held her hand the entire ambulance ride. Ms. Kent went on and on about how Dana sweetly told her about her own grandmother’s miraculous recovery. Not that I needed an elderly lady to do my dirty work for me, but I selected a tie in a steely shade close to her signature hair color. She reminded me that time was short and hearts needed love so my tie was in deference to her pushing me in Dana’s direction.

After slipping my card into her pocket clearly aware of her petit curves accentuated by carefully constructed utility pockets, I waited two unbearable days before Ms. Rossi texted me back. It was the most agonizing forty-eight hours of my life. I waited to pursue her because she seemed skittish at first but I now knew she was shy making the first move. I would have preferred a prostate exam as opposed to waiting, but this little miss kept me on tender hooks with anticipation. Had she waited to text me any longer I probably would have begged the St. Louis County Ambulatory Company she worked for to give me her number, or that fireman friend of hers that visited the ER with a bum leg. I remembered him from a running injury he had a while back and since I knew he was also dating one of my favorite nurses he probably wouldn’t have minded helping me out, unless he was the big brotherly type… I would have been screwed because let’s face it, my intentions were only half honorable until I had Dana Rossi locked down.

Dana agreed to meet me at a restaurant not too far from her apartment near the hospital. I didn’t care where we met as long as it meant I could spend time getting to know her outside our professional environment. She’d featured in my fantasies for too long for me to let this go. Once my tie dilemma was solved, I jumped into my convertible and drove over to the hipster BBQ place that offered live music and endless pitchers of sangria. I didn’t have many nights off like this with a stretch into the next day, but I was hoping to capitalize on it. I made reservations even though it was a low key place making sure we could have a table in the back away from the crowd and speakers. I genuinely wanted to get to know Dana. Yes, she was hot but she was sweet, funny, and intelligent from what I saw of her, and I needed to know what made her tick.

“Avari.” Dana walked up to me wearing a cute little jumpsuit that tied around her neck and ended at her ankles in a jaunty swing and platform wedges. Seems my saucy paramedic got her groove back because it wasn’t a dress and those weren’t spindly heels. I barked out a laugh because I knew she was teasing me. Only this girl could take my demand for a dress and spin it into something that would leave me panting like a dog at her heels.

“Couldn’t follow simple directions could you, Rossi?” I crowded her space and wrapped an arm around her low pulling her tight against me. I especially liked her bare back and feeling the knobs of her delicate spine under my fingers that would definitely be deserving of further exploration later. She fit perfectly into my side and I wanted to keep her there all night if she let me.

“I don’t know what you mean?” She winked at me and I leaned down to let her know what I thought of her smart ass move. This girl was topping from the bottom and didn’t even realize it.

“You just made this more challenging for me to slip my hand under you skirts during dinner and drinks. How the heck am I supposed to get to know you now?” I nipped her ear lobe as I guided her inside the restaurant. She smelled like fresh cut flowers, dainty, and perfect. Tonight she was the antithesis of my life inside the hospital. Devoid of antiseptic and chaos she was my breath of fresh air and had the capacity to understand that driving part of my life making me appreciate her even more.

Shrugging she said, “This might be as good as it gets. I pretty much live in my uniform you know.” She ran her hands up my chest adjusting my tie that felt like a noose around my neck right then. “I love hiding stuff in all my pockets.” She flashed me a smile that let her eyes sparkle under the hanging Mason jar lights inside the bar. I was a goner with this girl.

“So many surprises, Rossi.” I murmured letting my hand take a risk traveling down to cup her ass. Just as I suspected, her uniform accentuated every curve, but feeling the real deal let my mind wander back to medical school and Anatomy 101. Her glutes were perfection filling my hand and I squeezed earning a breathless pant and shy blush on her cheeks. I

wanted to see how that blush looked against my bed sheets, but there was time for that if I lasted long enough to do this date justice.

My hand snuck down the back of her backless jumpsuit. I had just enough space for my thumb to stroke against bare skin because my little imp was wearing thong panties teasing me mercilessly. I dipped a finger under the string of lace and tugged letting her feel the sharp sting of fabric pulled against her clit. I could tear them with the right amount of pressure, but then she’d be bare the rest of the night and I would be in agony knowing I couldn’t have her. Tonight was supposed to be about getting to know her, not fucking her right out of the gate.

I groaned restraining my baser needs, “I just love all the secret pockets your uniform has. I’d like to explore each and every one given half the chance.”

She made a demure sound that was more challenge than acquiescence.

“Perhaps we could start with an appetizer?” She whispered back, her lips grazing my chin and I half dragged her to our table following the hostess.

“Anything my girl wants.” Heck, I would have ordered the entire menu if it meant I’d get more time outside of work in an official capacity with this lovely woman.

We ordered drinks and a sampler platter. She let me feed her and hold her hand the entire time never letting go. Watching her lips covered in pink gloss close over my fork nearly sent me into a cardiac event. It made me think about her lips around other things and I put the fork down to focus on actual conversation. I asked her what interested her in becoming a paramedic. Dana confessed it was a quicker way to enter the medical field than attending medical school and going into massive debt which I respected. She liked the action up front and the adrenaline rush of getting to the scene first which I could understand. It was exactly why I chose the ER next to my specialty of cardiology. The pulse of chaos spoke to us both in a way few people would understand.

I found that we both loved BBQ and indie rock music. I offered to show her my collection of vinyl records at home over a meal of maple bourbon ribs which wasn’t a euphemism for sex in this case. My dad had been in a band for years before he died and I still had his entire collection organized by release in my study. My mother’s recipe for ribs was a closely guarded family secret I was itching to share. It was the nicest first date I could have imagined…

“Oh my god, he’s choking.” Dana put her drink down standing up. I stood up and turned around to find a man clutching his throat and turning a shade of purple not enhanced by the lighting in the bar.