chapter twenty one , I'm a Little Teapot

a/n : If you've watched Station 19, you'll recognize the call of this episode is from 1x02, Invisible To Me.

sexual content in this chapter.
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It was late in the night when the station got a collision call for their next rescue. It was an overturned tanker.

"118!"

Everyone turns their attention to Bobby.

"Let's split up. Sharpe and Fletcher; take the tanker, Hen and Chim; divert the traffic and report back—fast. Eddie and Buck handle the car."

Tom follows Emery towards the injured tanker. The man was laying in the ground, unconscious. "He must have freed himself from the rig and fallen." Emery huffs. "Let's get him in the backboard and stabilize him."

Emery hooks her arms around the unconscious man's legs and Tom grabs his underarms. Sweat immediately forms on her forehead, but she brushes it off. I mean, they were around fire, why would she think it was anything else?

"His wound is deep, Miss Sharpe." Tom speaks. "We can butterfly it till we get him to the rig."

"Good idea, Probie." Emery chuckles softly.

They lay the man on the backboard and stabilize him. Tom inhales a deep breath and wipes his forehead. "It's really hot out here."

"So, it's not just me?" Emery wipes at her drenched neck. "There's a lot of heat coming off this rig..." she looks around with her brows knitted together. "A lot of heat."

"We should get him fixed up quickly, so we can get out of here, right?" Tom looks at Emery and notices her looking around. "Miss Sharpe?"

Emery blinks and looks at Tom. "Yeah...I don't like it here, let's—"

"Put me out!—Put me out!"

Emery snaps her eyes over to another firefighter screaming while patting or his leg. She stands up and Tom slightly opens his mouth. "Sharpe, what's—"

"Fletch, quiet for a second." Emery holds her pointer out to him.

"Help! Help me!"

Emery keeps her brows knitted together, she then gnaws on her lower lip; in deep thought. This man was begging to be put out. But no one else could see what he was yelling at. The only thing Emery could think would cause something like this is...

"Oh, God." Emery's face goes slack. "Oh no..."

Emery snaps her eyes over to Buck and Eddie, who were still helping the man in the vehicle. "Buck, Diaz—get your victim out of that vehicle, right now and clear that area!"

Everyone looks at the girl, wondering what she was talking about. "Chimney, get the foam off the truck—you have to spray him down! Kill the lights on every rig—right now!"

"Sharpe, you wanna fill me in—"

"Kill your damn headlights!" Emerson shouts. Her eyes then widen, realizing that Bobby was the one that spoke. "Uh, sir! Pretty please?"

Bobby gives her a pointed look from afar, then he motions for everyone to turn off their lights. Everyone turns off the lights to the rigs and everything glows a luminous blue.

"Holy shit..." Tom murmurs.

Emery's heart drops deep into her stomach when she sees that her and Tom were surrounded by blue fire.

"Quiz time, Probie..."

Tom snaps his eyes over to Emery, "A-Are you serious, right now?"

"There's never a wrong time for training." Emery forces out a chuckle, even though she was petrified. "What kind of fire is this?"

"Uh, an...an ethanol fire." Tom stammers. "Only can be put out by Fluoroprotein foam."

Emery quirks a brow, "Correct. Look at you, overachiever."

"What do we need to do, Miss Sharpe?"

Emery looks around the area that were at and wipes at her nose. "Hey, guys!"

The group of firefighters on the other side of them, away from the blue flames look at them.

"A little help?"

...

Something shifted inside Buck when he saw Emery surrounded by the blue fire. The way her eyes were trained on everyone across the flames. Then her eyes landed on his. And he saw the shout for help in her brown eyes. She needed help. If Buck could run through those flames for her, he would.

Buck runs over to the fire engine and grabs the hose. "Guys, come on—"

"No, no, no, no!" Hen shouts at the desperate boy. "Drop the hoses!" She holds a hand out to him. "It's an ethanol fire. Water will only make it spread."

Buck stares at hose in his hands and he drops it. He almost made things worse.

"We need Fluoroprotein Foam." Eddie states.

"I just finished it off." Chimney voices, jogging back over to them.

"All right, get on the line and tell dispatch we need hazmat to get as much foam out here as quickly as possible." Bobby orders.

"So, the chemicals the tanker was carrying..."

"They burn clear, invisible to the naked eye." Hen states. "But in the dark..."

"It's acutely kind of pretty."

Everyone looks at Chimney. He slightly opens his mouth. "I'll go call dispatch."

On the other side of the flames, Tom stood up and was now standing beside Emery. "We're surrounded by all sides." His breathing quickens. Emery keeps her eyes on Buck's from across the flames. Emery took notice in the fact that Buck's eyes were the same color as the flames. The girl blinks and she shakes her head. She needed to focus, until their team was able to help them out of the flames; Emery needed to do her best to try and keep herself, Tom, and the injured civilian alive.

Emery looks around the area and her eyes land on a small free space between the trucks.

"We don't have any turnouts, nothing to try—"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Emery speaks. "There's an opening!"

Tom slightly opens his mouth. "If we make it now and I mean, right now—we might be able to get out."

Emery wipes at her forehead and looks back at the injured man. Her shoulders slump when she realizes. "You and I can...he can't."

Tom looks at the man on the ground. Emery looks at Tom and notices a look of defat across his face. "Hey." She lightly taps his arm. Tom looks at Emery with a look of fear and her eyes soften.

"Let's figure out what we have that we can use." Emery crouches down and looks through her medical bag. Tom follows suit. Emery pours out all the items from her bag. She grabs at the gauze and holds it out to the rookie. "Here, cover your mouth."

Tom grabs the gauze, "Okay, and we have saline in here which is an instant ice pack."

"Blue fire's not regular fire." Emery voices and grabs one of the fire blankets that were folded up. "It's sticky, so if it touches us, we can't stamp it out."

She and Tom put the blanket over the unconscious civilian.

"Pretty soon, with the heat it's radiating..." Emery trails off her sentence.

"It'll be too hot for us to breathe without burning our lungs." Tom finishes.

"We'll be burning ourselves from the inside out." Emery covers her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks over at Tom and rolls her eyes. "The most important thing is to protect your airway." She pushes the gauze back over his mouth. "We've got an oxygen tank. We put him in this. That'll protect him." Emery puts the oxygen mask over the unconscious man's face.

"Pour the saline on him and whatever's left, you pour on yourself." Emery instructs.

Tom swallows back his words. He knew that Emery was under pressure trying to keep him and the civilian alive. He didn't want to add onto that. Tom pours the saline on the man then he pours some on himself. The boy looks over at determined firefighter that was thinking about herself last. Not even last. She wasn't thinking about herself at all. He pulls his brows together, Emery wasn't going to care for herself; not without a push.

He pours some saline over her head and she lets out a small gasp out of surprise. Emery snaps her eyes over at Tom.

"If we're gonna keep that patient alive, we have to stay alive, too." Tom says. "I can't do this without you."

Emery shakily nods her head, all this finally taking a toll on her. She quickly grabs an ice pack and shakes it until she can feel the coolness against her skin. Emery places it over the oxygen mask on the man's face. Tom pulls his brows together and Emery notices.

"It's to keep it from melting to his face." Emery says, she then covers her mouth with her hand once again.

"Will that work—"

"I don't know." Emery quickly answers. At this point, I don't know anything.

Emery looks up and watches as her teammates argue and panic on the other side of the fire. "Just your luck, huh?" She looks back at Tom. His eyes meet hers. "Your first call and it's an ethanol fire. That you're trapped in."

Tom forces out a chuckle, "It was gonna happen sooner or later, right? Better to happen now."

Emery cracks a small smile. "There's nothing left to do now, but wait." She covers her mouth once she feels her nose begin to burn. Emery attempts to inhales a small breath, but her insides begin to burn. "The air hurts." Her voice breaks. She grabs one of the gauzes and places it over her mouth.

Tom pulls his brows together, thinking. "If we're careful..." he starts. "...we could each take a hit, make it last. Don't try to talk, don't breathe, just—like our drills."

"But, you suck at those drills." Emery says in a blunt tone.

Tom forces out a chuckle that sounds like a wheeze. "Yeah, well, I'm sure me trying to stay alive will be motivation to do better this time."

Emery hesitates for a moment.

"It's to save our air." Tom tries to assure her.

"Will that work?" Emery says through the gauze.

"O-Of course."

Emery deadpans. Tom holds the oxygen mask out to the girl. Emery eyes it for a moment. She then grabs it and inhales a deep yet small breathe. She holds the air in her lungs and hands the mask to Tom. He takes a hit from the oxygen then puts the mask over the unconscious man's face.

"M-Maybe we can swing a ladder over and try to pull them up." Eddie suggests.

"That'll give us some distance from the fire and access—"

"No, the ladder will still be at least 8 feet above them." Hen shakes her head.

"We can hang ropes." Buck suggests, his voice shaking.

"For an unconscious victim? Even if it worked, it would take too long—there's no time." Chimney voices.

"There's no time to stand here debating this!" Buck snaps. "I'm trying it—we have to try something!"

"No, there has to be a better way, Buck." Bobby states.

"Then what is it, Bobby?! Because we're all just standing here while two of our people are burning from the inside out!" Buck raises his voice.

"Maybe we just have to wait for hazmat." Chimney speaks.

"They say they're still five minutes out." Hen states.

Eddie shakes his head, "That's five minutes too long."

...

Emery never panicked.

It was something only a couple have seen before (Chimney and Hen). And they promised to never speak of it again. Emery shifts her boot, but she wasn't able to move it. She looks down at the her shoe and slightly lifts it, revealing that it was melted to the pavement. Emery's eyes then look over at the blue flames that we're getting closer. Is this what Hell felt like?

Tom snaps his eyes over to Emery and notices her hands begin to shake. Emery's eyes start to well with tears. Emery was on the verge of freaking out. On the verge of giving up. Tom couldn't let that happen. He saw the way that Amaya looked at her big sister when they were at the high school. Amaya needed Emery. This team needed her.

Tom slowly raises a hand and placed it on his waist. Emery notices it out of the corner of her eye. She looks over at him with her body drenched in sweat and her eyes just as watery. Emery pulls her brows together when she watches Tom doing familiar movements. Her face then goes slack when she realizes.

Emery slowly raises the hand that wasn't covering her mouth. She slowly mimics his movements.

I'm a little teapot.

Emery felt like she was dying. Was she?

A lump forms in her throat and a tear slips from her eye.

Short and stout.

Tom and Emery slowly pull the gauze from over their mouths and begin to mirror each other's movements to the dance.

Emery feels her chest un-tighten and her panic slightly eases. A small grateful smile forms on her lips for the rookie in front of her. Emery covers her mouth with the gauze again before continuing the small dance movements.

Here is my handle.

Emery hears wheels approaching and she looks to the side. The rig was reversing towards them with their team on the back. Emery pulls the gauze off her mouth. The fire engine rolls through the flames.

"Go, grab the other side." Emery wheezes. She grips one end of the backboard and Tom grabs the other. Eddie jumps down and helps the two firefighters pick up the patient.

They get the man onto the rig. Buck holds out a hand and Emery grabs it. He pulls her up onto the rig and Emery grips one of the railings to balance herself.

"Okay, we're all on—go, go, go!"

Bobby quickly speeds away from blue flames, getting his team out of harm's way.

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Tom was on an absolute high realizing that he, in his words, "faced death and beat it". It was adorable how excited he was. Emery wished that she was feeling that same way. All the firefighters that weren't on the call wanted to hear the story from beginning to end and Tom was happy to give it to them. Emery...not so much. The girl wasn't even anywhere to be found. After her shower, it's like she just disappeared for the last couple hours of her shift.

Buck wasn't even able to ask her if she was okay. Nobody did. That's how he found himself here in front of her apartment door. Buck looks down at his shoes. Why the hell was he even here? Emery wouldn't want to see him. I mean, she was his least favorite person in the world. But, Buck still raised his hand and knocked on the door.

He waited patiently while rocking back and forth on his heels. The door opens, revealing the curly-haired girl in sweat-shorts and a tank top. Her crinkled hair was hanging past her shoulders. He had no idea it was that long.

"Buck, what are you doing here?" Emery rubs at her eyes.

Buck purses his lips, "Uh, you know...I didn't see you before you left the station." He shrugs. "No one did, actually. So, I just wanted to check and see how you were doing."

Emery raises her brows, "Oh..." she then frowns. "Did the Captain send you or Hen—"

"Nope, this was all 100% my idea." Buck holds up a hand. "Scouts honor."

Emery presses her lips together. "Okay, come in." She steps aside. Buck walks into the apartment and Emery closes it behind him.

"How's Fletch doing?" Emery asks.

"Still telling stories about what happened." Buck says.

Emery forces out a small chuckle, but it just ends up sounding like a scoff. He looks over at her and Emery was wiping at her eyes. "So, in other words, he's good..." she nods her head. "That's...that's good."

"How are you?" Buck asks.

Emery shakes her head, "Fine. I mean, I'm alive, right?" She then cracks a weak smile.

"Being alive—surviving something like that doesn't make you automatically fine, Emerson." Buck takes a step towards her.

Emery keeps her hard and unwavering eyes on Buck's. "I don't know why you came here..." she sounded tired and annoyed. "We had a deal."

"And I understand that deal." Buck says. "But I also understand that my teammate almost died and she hasn't insulted me once since she's been saved."

A crease forms between Emery's brows.

"Em, how are you doing? Seriously."

Emery arches a brow. The last thing she wanted to do is talk about her close encounter with death. Especially with Buck.

"I don't wanna talk about that right now." She looks Buck up and down.

Buck pulls his brows together when Emery stands toe-to-toe with him.

"Do you need anything?" Buck searches her eyes.

Emery arches a brow, "Well...I don't need you to coddle me, if that's what you're asking." She tilts her head. "I need you."

Buck's gaze softens. "Em, are you sure?" He asks. "It's fine if you don't want to do this tonight."

Emery sighs, "I totally want to have sex with you tonight. Just like every other night." She chuckles. "But it kinda sounds like you don't want to. And if you don't, then I'm cool with that." She arches a brow. "I have a perfectly charged vibrator waiting for me in my room." Emery gives him a small smirk before walking towards her room.

Buck chuckles and grabs her wrist. He pulls Emery back towards him. Emery slightly tilts her chin up, meeting his eyes. Buck smirks and flits his eyes to her lips. "I never said that."

Emery chuckles softly. Buck touches the side of Emery's neck and pulls her into a rough kiss. Emery quietly groans and kisses Buck back. She raises a hand into his hair and pulls at it. "You should grow your hair out more..." Emery murmurs against his lips. Buck's jeans tighten from the small growl behind Emery's airy and seductive tone.

Just for you? I might. Buck holds back those words and chuckles. "Like we're going to be doing this for that long."

Emery hums softly and unbuckles his belt. "You're right...might as well make the most of it tho, huh?" She bites her lower lip and smiles. Buck takes a moment to stare at Emery's lust-filled eyes. He absolutely craved the way he looked at her.

Buck hooks his arms underneath her thighs and lifts her up. Emery quickly wraps her arms around his neck and her locks her ankles around his waist. Buck leads Emery down the hall to her room. He grips the doorknob and pushes her door open. Buck kicks the door shut with his foot. The door slams shut, which causes one of the frames on Emery's wall to fall on the ground.

Buck sucks in a sharp breath and lets Emery's legs go, her feet connect with the floor. "Shit..." he turns to the shattered picture frame. "Sorry about that." His eyes land on the unfamiliar woman in the photo and he pulls his brows together. "Hey, who—"

"Don't worry about it." Emery grips Buck's neck and hastily reconnects their lips.

Buck moans softly and kisses her back. He kicks his shoes off and grips her waist. Buck feels Emery tap her finger against his neck four times. He didn't say anything about it. Because he knew it wasn't about him. He's seen Emery knock four times around the work station. Every time he asked someone about it, they would tell them that they didn't know either. Maybe it was something just for her. So, he wasn't going to question it anymore.

No words were spoken until Emery's back was against the mattress. Buck's hands were on both sides of her with his eyes traveling up and down her body. Emery's face begins to grow hot from Buck's storm eyes on her.

"God, you are so..." Buck sucks in a soft breath and closes his mouth. Complimenting her would be too much. Emery noticed his hesitance and she bites the inside of her cheek. "Say it." Her voice was quiet. Buck connects his eyes with Emery's. She gives him a small smile and nods her head. "You can say it."

And for some reason, Buck felt his heart pound against his ribcage and his palms became sweaty. Why was he nervous all of a sudden? And why was he looking at Emery like she was the most diamond-glowing art in the world?

"You are so beautiful, Emerson."

Emery closes her mouth and she swallows. Her core begins to grow far more hotter than before. She lifts her head up and closes the space between their lips. Buck gingerly kisses Emery back, his breathing getting caught in his throat. Emery moves her hands to the hem of Buck's shirt and she slowly pulls it up. Buck pulls away from Emery's lips. He sits up and pulls his shirt off. Buck's hands grip the end of Emery's t-shirt and he pulls it over her head. Emery sits up and unclips the back of her bra. Her bra drops to the bed and Buck tosses it to the floor.

Buck grips Emery's waist and lays her back down. Emery's head hits the pillow and Buck kisses her neck. Her eyes fall shut and she tilts her head back with a soft breath escaping her lips. Buck licks and bites at her neck while Emery's breathing heavies. She feels Buck's hands move to her shorts and he pulls them down along with her panties.

Buck trails slow and agonizing open mouthed kisses down Emery's naked body. Small shudders and moans slip from Emery's lips. Her heart begins to pound through her ears. Buck breathes against her middle and Emery's teeth chatter together. "Buck."

Buck drags his tongue across her slit and a moan escapes her lips. A small growl comes from Buck's mouth and vibrates Emery's clit. Emery grips at the satin bedsheets on her mattress and squeezes her eyes shut.

"God!"

Buck keeps one hand wrapped around one of Emery's thighs. While he slowly slides his other hand up her abdomen. With every lick, suck, and nip Buck gave to Emery's clit, her moans became far more breathless.

"Buck, please..." Emery mewls. She slides a hand into his hair and lightly pulls at it. Buck raises a hand to Emery's breast and squeezes it. He slightly pulls his lips from Emery's clit and whispers.

"You taste so good, Emi."

Emery's stomach tightens from the slick gravelly voice coming from Buck. She moves her hips toward him, wanting to feel friction once more. Buck chuckles from Emery's eagerness. He slips his tongue into her and Emery's body twitches. Choked moans escape Emery's lips as she feels Buck's wet and warm tongue move around inside her. Blood begins to rush to Buck's cock as Emery's moans increase in volume. It was music to his hears, knowing that he was the one making her unravel like this.

"Don't stop—fuck—don't stop." Emery tugs at Buck's short hair. His tongue flicks back and forth, causing Emery to gasp. Buck's grip on her waist tightens in a bruising manner, but Emery honestly didn't mind. She felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter to the point Emery could hardly think straight. Her entire body begins to vibrate as Buck continues to eat her out, like he was starving.

Like a twig being snapped, a blinding orgasm rushes through Emery's body which causes breathless gasps and moans to leave her swollen lips. Buck laps up the the arousal, cleaning Emery's middle. Emery's gasps of pleasures changed to shudders. Buck takes that time to crawl back up to the girl and stare down at her. Emery's brown eyes meet his bright blue ones. Buck leans down and connects their lips. He swipes his tongue across her lower lip and Emery slightly parts her lips, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. Emery tastes herself on Buck's lips and her body began to grow hot again.

"Buck, Buck..." Emery frantically whispers and cups his neck. She places the tip of her thumb under his chin and slightly pushes his head up so he could meet her desperate eyes. "I need you."

Buck's jaw goes slack and he feels his face start to grow hot. He nods his head and kisses her lips. There were a lot of things that Buck liked. Pizza, women, sex (if that wasn't obvious), and being a firefighter (well, he loved that—but we'll get to the love part later). But hearing Emery say that she needed him...

That was something he could get used to hearing. Emery's breathing heavies from the rough and passionate kiss. Buck trails opened mouthed kisses down to Emery's jawline then her neck. Goosebumps form across Emery's skin, she reaches her hands down to Buck's pants and begins to unbutton them. Buck's breathing completely stops when Emery slides a hand into his boxers.

Emery wraps a hand around the shaft of his cock and presses her thumb against the tip. Buck sucks in a sharp breath but he quickly exhales, not being able to handle Emery's hand on him. She moves her hand up and down around Buck's dick.

"Emery, fuck—that's good."

Emery's core begins to pulsate from Buck's quiet moans. Buck eagerly begins to pull his boxers down. Emery twists her wrists up and down Buck's dick and he hangs his head low, his forehead lays in the crook of her neck. A small growl forms in his chest that vibrates Emery's pussy. Buck grips her waist and bites her neck. Emery softly chuckles from Buck's attempt at quieting his moans. She swipes her tongue across her lower lip.

"You don't have to be quiet, y'know?" Emery's hot breath Buck's his ear which causes his dick to twitch. "I want to hear you." She then gently and carefully squeezes his shaft, which causes a louder moan to move from his chest to out his mouth.

Emery's airy and pompous laugh sends chills down Buck's spine. He remembers when he hated that laugh. Now that same exact laugh was going to make him come so fast. "Em, don't..." he lets out another moan as she runs her thumb over his tip.

"Don't...?" Emery arches a brow.

"D-Don't make me come before I'm inside you." Buck breathlessly speaks.

"Someone's needy, aren't they?"

Buck's stomach tightens and he knew he was going to need his release soon. "Like you're one to talk."

Emery notices the slight groan in his voice and she arches a brow. "You gonna keep talking or are you going to fuck me?"

Buck's shaky (horny—same thing ) blue eyes, "I'm going to fuck you." He breathlessly said. Emery's core begins to achingly pound once again. Buck leans down and roughly kisses Emery with his stomach presses against hers. Emery raises her hands to his lower back and brushes her nails against him. Goosebumps form across Buck's body and he shivers. Buck lowers a hand down between him and Emery.

Buck grips the shaft of his cock and presses it against Emery's folds. Emery's eyes then flutter and her stomach pounds harder than before. Buck slowly slides into her with the side of his face pressing against hers. Pressure forms in her stomach and she sucks in a sharp breath. Buck pulls out of Emery and he lets a small gasp escape his lips. Emery's breathing begins to heavy from the slow pace of Buck moving in and out of her. Buck buries his face into the crook of her neck and his hot breath hits her collarbone, which forces chills to rush down her spine.

"God, Emi..."

Emery's eyes fall shut and she tilts her head back against the pillow. Her lips slightly part, allowing breathless moans to slip out. Buck presses his elbows near Emery's head and steadily moves in and out of her. Emery presses the pads of her fingers against his back. Buck let's out a small groan, "Em, please."

Buck lifts his head and looks at Emery's pleasured filled expression. She forces her eyes open and meets Buck's cloudy eyes. "What?" She breathes.

"I need your nails in me."

Emery arches a brow and a small chuckle of disbelief leaves her lips. "Yeah?"

Buck keeps his needy eyes on Emery's entertained ones. "Yes."

Emery's smile grows and she nods her head. "Yeah—okay." She then hungrily connects their lips. Buck immediately kisses her back, his tongue swiping against her lower lip. Emery raises her hands to Buck's upper back and she digs her nails into him. Buck groans into Emery's mouth and his thrusts sharpen inside of her.

Emery softly gasps and she closes her eyes. She pulls her lips away from his and throws her head against the bed. Buck thrusts into Emery to the hilt and her moans quickly change into soft shouts. Emery clenches around Buck and he groans. Her nails drag down his back, causing more pain to form. But the pain to Buck was so addicting, he didn't want it to stop.

Buck grips one of Emery's thighs and pulls it up, wrapping it around his waist. He gets into a more easy position, able to hit deeper into Emerson. The sounds of Emery's cries become absolutely intoxicating to Buck. He wanted to hear more. "Buck, harder—please." Emery's stomach continues to pound, needing more of him.

Buck complies and fucks Emery harder than before. Buck lifts his head up and he watches as Emery pinches her brows together. Her swollen lips were slightly parted and her hair had been taken out of its ponytail, so it was all over the place. Just the sight made him want to come.

Emery's stomach tightens with a coil and she slides a hand into Buck's hair.

"Evan, please!"

Buck lowers a hand between them and rubs Emery's clit. She softly laughs and squeezes her eyes shut. Buck tucks his head into the crook of her neck, feeling himself come undone as well. Emery lets out a guttural moan as soon as the coil in her stomach snaps. She arches her back with her eyes fluttering. A small chuckle leaves her lips and she covers her eyes. Buck collapses on top of Emery as soon as he releases in her. They both stay in that moment. Their bodies pressed together while sweat collected with every moment that passed.

The only thing heard in the room was their heavy breathing. Even though, the firefighters now had a system they've been building for the past two months; it still didn't take away from the softness and vulnerability after having sex with someone.

He lifts his head up and looks at Emery's dazed expression. Buck pulls out of Emery and rolls off of her. He lays beside the girl and grabs the wash cloth from the nightstand.

Emery always had a clean one beside the table for her and Buck. He holds the rag out to Emery and she grabs it and begins to clean herself up. Emery tosses the rag into the hamper and exhales sharply.

"So, Evan, huh?"

Emery turns to Buck in a daze. "Huh?"

"You called me Evan."

Emery pulls her brows together. "No...no I didn't."

"Yeah, you did." Evan inches closer to her.

Emery's face gets hot with embarrassment. Before Buck could kiss her, she looks to the side and scoffs. "Whatever, it didn't mean anything."

Buck rolls his eyes, "No, no, of course not." He smirks. "Except that you really love how much I make you cum."

Emery sputters, but she doesn't deny it. I mean, how could she? It's not like it wasn't true. She touches her throat, it still feeling soar from the ethanol fire. Her gaze saddens and realization hits her.

"I almost died..."

Buck looks over at Emery, her eyes were glued to the wall. He throws the sheet over his waist and sits up. "Yeah, you did." His voice was soft, like he was urging her to continue.

"I've never been that close, y'know? To death." Emery exhales and touches her neck. "The feeling of just...accepting it or knowing that you're close to death is just..." she inhales a shaky breath. "I have never been that scared, for myself, in my life."

Just hearing Emery talk about her close experience with death...

The shakiness in her tone. It made Buck want to wrap his arms around her and tell her that he was there. Even if it was just to listen he wanted to be there for her. Buck then pulls his brows together. Don't think like that.

"You did good, you know that?"

Emery looks over at Buck, her eyes meeting his. "What?"

"Staying calm, helping Tom and the patient." Buck gives her a small smile. "You did good."

Emery gnaws on her lower lip and shakes her head. "Yeah, but I didn't stay calm." The crease between her brows deepens. She was troubled with something and it was becoming blatantly clear. "I...I was crying and was only worried about them."

Buck's jaw goes slack. "You mean, you weren't being careful when it came to yourself?"

"Tom was the one who took care of me." Emery speaks. "Because he said he couldn't do this without me. But he would've been able to. It probably would've been easier."

Buck pulls his brows together and slightly leans toward her. "Em, you know that's not true, right?"

Emery bites the inside of her cheek. "It's just—"

A knock is heard at the front door. Emery and Buck jump and snap their eyes over at each other.

"Is that Amaya?" Buck asks.

A crease forms between the girl's brows. "It shouldn't be. It's 1 in the afternoon."

Emery stands up and without looking, she grabs a shirt and puts it on over her head. Buck slightly opens his mouth when he sees Emery in his shirt. "Uh, Em—"

"Stay here." Emery points at Buck. "Don't utter a word. Don't make a sound."

Buck then closes his mouth and looks at the ground. Emery pulls her underwear up and makes her way out of the room. She closes the door behind her and makes her way over to the front door. Emery looks through the peep hole and raises her brows.

"Huh, speak of the Devil..." she opens the door, revealing the brunette man. "Probie. What can I do you for?"

Buck pulls his brows together. What the hell was Fletcher doing here?

"Uh, I just...wanted to see how you were doing."

Buck frowns. He came to see how Emery was doing and they ended up having sex. What was Tom's end goal?

Emery raises her brows, "I'm good. You know, relaxing."

Tom thought it was unnoticeable. He hoped it was unnoticeable. He flits his eyes down to Emery's shirt and raises his brows. "Right, I think I interrupted something." He points a thumb out of the apartment. "I'm gonna go."

Buck pumps a fist, "Yes."

Emery pulls her brows together and looks down at her shirt. She finally notices that she was wearing Buck's shirt. Her face gets hot. This can't be happening.

"Tom, wait!"

Tom stops and turns back to Emery. She motions her hand back to herself telling the boy to come back. Tom walks back over to Emery. She pulls him into the apartment and closes the door behind him. "I...appreciate you helping me out last night."

Tom raises his brows, "Wait, what?"

"With the ethanol fire. You calmed me down."

"Yeah, with the breathing trick, I learned from you." Tom chuckles. "Miss Sharpe, over the last 48 hours I have seen you do amazing things. From delivering a baby without any medical assistance to surviving an ethanol fire." He shakes his head. "And let me tell you, I'm already enthralled by your work ethic."

Emery raises her brows. In the other room, Buck's frown deepens. This guy's good.

"You were really brave last night, Miss Sharpe. Trust me. I wouldn't have had the courage to keep pushing you if you weren't there." Tom then inhales a deep breath, finishing his words. "Okay, that's...all I wanted to say."

Tom stands there awkwardly. He rocks back and forth on his heels before he spins and turns towards the door. Emery slightly opens her mouth. You should probably say something.

"Fletcher, hang on."

Tom stops and from the other room, Buck rolls his eyes. The newbie turns back to the girl. Emery presses her lips into a tight smile. "Thanks." She bunches her shoulders. "I appreciate it. Really."

Tom then softly smiles. His face gets hot and he bashfully laughs. "It wasn't hard saying that. You're a nice person, Emerson."

A laugh comes from Emery's room. Emery tenses and her eyes fall shut. Tom snaps his eyes over to the door down the hall. Buck slaps his hand over his mouth. Tom looks back over at the embarrassed Emerson. She opens her eyes and cheekily smiles. "That was...nothing."

Tom slowly nods his head, "Right. Nothing. Like how that overly large shirt is also yours." He points at the large t-shirt that was hanging past her underwear. Emery grips the hem of the shirt and chuckles. "Uh, I just...really like big shirts. Makes me feel cozy."

Buck smirks. She's cozy. In my shirt.

Tom laughs, "I should get going." He points. "Sundays are dinners with my mom and she worries if I'm late."

Emery smiles softly, "You have dinner with your mom?"

"Uh, yeah. It's kind of our thing. Just to catch up on our weeks."

"That's...nice."

Tom clears his throat. "Yeah, it is. My mom is my everything."

Emery bites the inside of her cheek. She still hasn't gotten to the point in her relationship with her mom where she thinks of her as her everything. But it was nice to hear Tom talk so fondly about his mother.

"Well, don't let me keep you." Emery inhales. "In the most kindest way possible...the door is right behind you." She then nods. "Have a good day, Fletcher."

"You too, Miss Sharpe."

Emery softly chuckles, "You don't have to call me that, y'know? We're like the same age."

"Yeah, but its a sign of respect. Like how you call Captain, Captain." Tom explains and tilts his head.

Emery frowns, "I guess so."

Tom then waves a hand. "Bye, Miss Sharpe."

"Bye, Probie."

Tom then walks out of the house and Emery closes the door behind him. She softly laughs and makes her way back to her room. Emery opens the door and her smile drops when she sees Buck leaning against the wall in his boxers. Smirking.

"So, cozy, huh?"

Emery arches a brow, "You heard that?"

Buck nods his head which causes Emery's eyes to widen. "Wait, does that mean you were listening to everything else?"

"Yeah, I was. What's with you and Fletcher?"

Emery brushes past him, "What are you talking about?"

"You two seem like you hit it off like immediately." Buck folds his arms. Emery slips his shirt off, revealing her bare back and Buck's dick gets hard again. Shit.

"He is my Probie, Buck." Emery turns to him. "And we almost died last night." She tilts her head and shifts her head to his lower region. "Maybe, you should stop worrying about my relationships with other people and worry about controlling your dick." Emery grabs her bra and from the floor and slips the straps onto her shoulders. She then clasps the bra back on and Buck inhales a sharp breath.

"Oh, come on, do you really have to get dressed?" Buck walks over to her. Emery tilts her head up at him and arches a brow. "You still wanna go another round?"

"Oh, I could go all night long." Buck cups the side of her neck. Emery bites her lower lip and a smile sprawls onto her lips. She raises her brows. "Well, what do you know? I could do the same."

With her eyes still on Buck's, Emery unclips her bra and allows it to fall to the ground. Buck's eyes shift to her breasts and he inhales a soft breath. Emery then stands on her toes and pulls him into an urgent kiss.

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author's note.

Horny mfs (I'm the mf🫣)

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