Lights & Sirens (Closed)

[sirensong117]

It was cold. It was raining. Perfect night for car accidents. Samantha and her partner, who was also serving as her Field Training Officer, had already been to four of them. She hoped it would be a bit calmer the later it got. The redhead sat in the driver’s seat of the rig, leaning against the door with her arms crossed, head against the window. Her green eyes were closed and she was drifting along that threshold between consciousness and slumber. Thank God they were required to leave the rigs running at all times, or else she'd be freezing, judging by the cold she could feel coming through the window. She was plenty comfortable in the heated rig, dressed in her EMT tactical pants, along with the long-sleeved uniform shirt and jacket provided by her employer.

This was the first real busy shift the 22 year old had spent working as an EMT. She had just been hired barely a month prior, and most shifts up till this point were fairly boring. For the majority of her shifts, her FTO grilled her on procedures and protocol, correcting her when she was wrong, stopping her during patient care before she was about to make a mistake. Though fairly fresh out of school, newly certified, and plenty book smart, this girl still had a lot to learn just from pure experience. Sam knew that, but still resented her FTO from time to time when he would speak to her like a child.

 

[a_libertine]

Pete walked from the emergency room and headed to the rig. He still wasn't sure about his new partner. She was sexy as all get and when he wasn't careful Pete lost himself in daydreams about her and watching that glorious hair of her as her head bobbed up and down over his groin. Hell just thinking about it made his cock twitch in his pants.

Opening the passenger door he hopped in and closed it behind him. Reaching over he mussed her mane and said, "Great shift kiddo, you did good, and well both."

Buckling up he said, "Call us in and let's head back."

As he leaned back Pete realized his hand tingled from touching her, and try as he might he couldn't shake that contact out of his mind. "What can going to do on your days off? "

 

[sirensong117]

Her brow creased at the touch of his hand, waking her as she had literally just nodded off. She swatted at his hand, sitting up, wiping her eyes with her other hand. "Dammit Peter, I fucking told you to not call me 'kiddo'," she said roughly. She half realized she had sworn at him, but was too tired to care at that point. Samantha was getting tired of his teasing, and it was beginning to affect her ability to take him seriously when he was serious. She knew he had much more experience than her, but it was getting old.

"Right now, all I want to do is go home, take a hot shower, and sleep for two days."

Once she had stretched and finished rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she lifted the radio from it's holder on the dash. "Dispatch, Unit 121 requesting to return to station, over."

 

[a_libertine]

Pete listened to the all clear from dispatch and said, "I told you about the cussing. There is no way I can take you seriously or as an adult if every other sentence is laced with profanity." His voice was intentionally intoned I the way an adult talks to a kid.

They drove most of the way back to the station in silence then Pete said, "You need a hobby. Something to take your mind off the job. Not all nights are good like this one. Eventually we will lose one, and if you don't find an outlet you will focus on it and the death will eat away at you."

The arrived at the station and Sam backed in deftly. "Come on let's clean the back and restock, Tim and Bradley can wash it tomorrow."

As they restocked Pete accidentally bumped into Sam as she was climbing into the rig with an arm load of supplies. His hands shot out and he snatched her from the air. Crushing her to him his heart raced. He was not sure if it was her proximity to him or the scare that got his heart to hammer but a moment later his loins began to stiffen and he let go of her.

His voice was calm as he asked "You okay? "

 

[sirensong117]

"If you're going to treat me like a child, then I'll act like one," she mumbled, driving the rig away from the hospital and towards the station.

When Pete told her that she needed a hobby, she almosted snorted in response. She had hobbies, like photography, swimming, and cooking. If she had a weekend night off, she went out with friends. He made it sound like she had no social life. Maybe he was speaking from his own past experience?


As she stepped up into the rig with an armful of gauze, IV bags, and other miscellaneous supplies, she was bumped and nearly fell backwards. The medical supplies fell to the floor and the ground outside the ambulance and she attempted to steady herself, when she was suddenly pulled against her partner. She blinked, wondering how he had reacted so quickly. "I'm fine," she replied to his question, staring at him, studying him. He seemed more startled than she was. "Are you okay?"

 

[a_libertine]

Pete nodded his head as he knelt down to hide his stiff member and began picking things up. He stacked items on the gurney as Sam put them in their proper places. Somehow the doors to the rig closed while they worked and for the first time they were completely alone.

He glanced up to Sam and said, "I lied; I am sorry. I should not lie."

He saw the confused look on her face, shrugged, then stood hunched over next to her. His hands came up cupping her face. She was confused and it should on her face. Pete leaned in, giving her a quick kiss on her lips, his tongue flicking quickly across them. "That is the lie Sam. I don't think you are some kid. I think you are gorgeous and need guidance."

 

[sirensong117]

He lied? Sam stared at him, puzzled, her brows coming together to show it. Next she knew, his lips were on hers. She felt his tongue dart across her lips, and then his face moved away from hers.

Pete said she was gorgeous, which made her face flush a light pink. Her heart was pounding; what the hell was going on? Her mind was going a mile a minute."

"If you think I need guidance, then guide me," she finally replied. "Talking down to me and treating me like a child won't help me learn. It only makes me resent you." A small smile crosses her lips, and she let out a soft laugh. "I have honestly been counting the hours I have left of probation, knowing as soon as I'm done, I wouldn't be perma-partnered with you."

 

[a_libertine]

Pete nodded and responded, "I know. That I suppose is the price of self restraint. "

He caught Sam's befuddled look watched for her reactions carefully as he explained, "You have only a small inkling of how beautiful you are. The only time I don't think about taking you on this gurney when are together is when we are on a call."

 

[sirensong117]

Her eyes looked to the gurney briefly at the mention of it, before looking back to him, confusion and curiosity still evident on her face. If he did like her like he seems to be saying he did, he sure had an odd way of showing. Her face was flushed, shocked still from all that he was saying. She said nothing in response, unsure of what to say.

 

[a_libertine]

He saw Sam's eyes flicker from the gurney back to him and back again. He was not sure what he expected to see but was pleased with the lack of anger. Confusion was okay, curiosity better, best would have been lust, but he would take what he could from her.

Pete pat the gurney next to him and waited as she stalled a moment conflicted by all appearances then slowly she sank down and sat next to him. Pete placed his hand on her leg and squeezed gently. "Look Sam, you are incredibly good looking," and nodding down toward his raging reaction to her he continued, "and it is getting more difficult each day to hide that from you, and everyone else."

Pete sat a moment and then said, "Maybe we could go have a drink after the shift."

 

[sirensong117]

Sam had half the mind to push his hand away, to stand up and leave the ambulance. Other girls would have. This would have been considered sexual harassment. So why didn't she leave? She stared at him, trying to focus her thoughts. The voice in the back of her head told her not to mix work with fun. But, something else inside her told her it was okay.

Pete was a good looking guy. He was tall, seemed to keep himself in decent shape. She'd be lying if she said she never had a few curious thoughts roll through her head, wondering if they could get away with doing things in the back while on stand-by.

"Drinks," she repeated. She was exhausted moments before, not the last thing on her mind was sleep. "Sure." She was hesitant, not sure how far she wanted this to go. But, what was a drink or two with a colleague?

 

[a_libertine]

Pete glanced at his watch and saw they had a little more than an hour left in the shift, and beginning three days of downtime. "Great," he said. He squeezed her thigh again and held it a second or two longer than a merely friendly squeeze would have been and asked, "Are you going to follow me or ride with me?"