victoria hearing that banter between garcia and dennis and mistakenly thinking that they are the ones hooking up. she tends to be the one late to gossip so this one makes her giddy so runs to trinity to tell her what she just witnessed when she catches her and garcia slipping away during the lull in the ED. curious, she secretly follows them and stumbles on her feet at seeing garcia slam trinity against the wall before ducking down to press insistent kisses on her lips. victoria gets so overwhelmed with what she’s seeing, plus what she thinks she knows, that her curiosity blooms into hunger—she wants to be intimate with garcia too.
she doesn’t like how she’s being left out; how come, she thinks, that garcia likes both trinity and dennis, but not her? it was so easy to slip into the fog of her submissiveness that she doesn’t even catch it; doesn’t even catch the lag in her actions, in her words, until trinity is looking at her oddly.
“what,” she bites out.
“you’re being such a brat right now, crash,” trinity says, crossing her arms over each other. “what? you pent up or something?”
victoria doesn’t know what flickers on her face but whatever it is, it makes trinity pause, her face blooming into something teasing, and, oh, victoria wants to kiss her too.
“is that it, princess? you wanna get the edge off an’ everything?” trinity asks, closing the distance between them to the point that her voice is just slipping between the spaces of her teeth, so quiet, secretive, like they’re being naughty. the thought makes victoria squirm, and she clears her throat to try to dispel the tension, but all it does is make trinity hover even closer, not touching but almost.
“wanna be taken care of? yeah? tell me, who do you want to spoil you?”
victoria is speaking before she can even think about what to say. “dr. garcia,” she murmurs, achingly brittle and yearning.
trinity breathes in sharply, surprise slamming into her. this isn’t what she expected—she didn’t even expect her name to be uttered, so sure that victoria was still holding onto that crush of hers on mateo—but her mind’s already churning, unable to not live up to the plea that spilled from victoria’s twitching lips.
“okay,” trinity says. promises, in fact. “i’ll let her know.”
she waits for the jealousy to come—of either victoria or yolanda—but it doesn’t form. instead, devotion hardens in her heart, and she vows to see it through. besides, trinity knows yolanda, and if there is someone she can fully trust to take care of victoria, it is yolanda.
she turns, about to leave and relay the message, when her sweet girl stops her with a shy grip on her scrubs. “and you too,” victoria whispers. “i, uh, i want you too.”
trinity bites at the inside of her cheeks, breathing deeply. “yeah, ‘course. you’ll have me too.”
(yolanda spoils her two pups—fills them with her promises and sears her kisses down the dip of their spines. they even hold hands in the peak of their pleasure, pretty as they sob, chanting yolanda’s name like she’s all that could give them what they need. it is a high that she doesn’t even know if she can ever get used to.)
(victoria asks if dennis would join them next time. yolanda and trinity almost lose their minds when she finally admits the error that she thought was the truth. besides, trinity tells them, that guy’s owners wouldn’t want to share. she won’t tell them who she means.)
