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A week and a half after the ‘big return’ and things still weren’t resolved. The moment Bernie returned Serena had instantly felt the pull, like an ice cold piece of her heart had immediately started thawing from the sheer warmth the other woman refused not to bestow on her. Small, caring gestures left on the desk when they weren’t in there together, files filled out at the nurse’s station before she even had to ask, small smiles from across the ward which Serena had to physically stop herself from returning.
Bloody shite fuck she had thought by the end of the first day. No interference from anyone, all under strict instructions to leave the hell alone! She knew what had to happen, this tense atmosphere was straining the ward like no amount of bleeding patients could, and yet despite her inability to completely hate Berenice Bloody Wolfe (pfft, who names their child that anyway?!), she was determined to remain completely aloof to any and all feelings. Punishment? Never said that… but if the hat fits…
Bernie meanwhile was treading on eggshells. Immediately wanting to spill her innermost feelings to the brunette, she had realised very quickly upon her return that if Serena didn’t give a jot then she had absolutely no dibs on her heart what-so-fucking-ever and should keep her little mouth shut out of fear of doing more damage. Sure she had tried, twice, to resolve that catastrophic nuclear bomb she had left behind but had been shot down with short, sharp words, mutterings of “Professional and completely unnecessary”. Desperate to confess all had never been a motivation of Major Wolfe (Mam yes mam!) and yet the desire to do it followed her every day, watching out of the corner of her eye for any sign the thawing may be working and the feelings melting slowly underneath to be revealed again. She had lost the right, obviously, the trust had to be rebuilt. So waiting it is then… let her come to you…
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12.37 on a Tuesday afternoon was the precise hour and day Serena took back control. Strolling into the office and steering the rein with steady hands she had casually revealed two won tickets to the theatre curtesy of a nephew who had actually been hoping for the rather extensive collection of puzzles and quiz books hidden amongst those raffle prizes thank you very much. So Serena would take someone to the ball, and in a crafty move had snuck in a smile along with “The ward would be better off I rather think… as would we”. She didn’t hold much to it, but the small tingling feeling in her stomach only intensified as the day went on.
Now with only 10 minutes to go until curtains up, Bernie allowed herself to breath, inhaling and exhaling in a wave of dispersed tension. Eyes sought out delicious burgundy and a lip quirked. Serena looked stunning, with matching earrings, delicate black purse and small rose heels to complete the ensemble. Okay, so conversation was minimal, but the relief of sitting this close to her for so long was more than she deserved. Hell, she didn’t even deserve to look at this most incredible creature to ever grace planet earth. There she was in a halter neck black dress, matching heels, oh and small matching bag. Jesus, she must look like a grieving widow… enough of that.
“Ladies and gentlemen....”
Right, yes, theatre. Silence and continued silent pining it is then…
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Cold frosted air blew their faces as they stepped out into the car park. 3 hours, 200 ballet dancers (it really was quite spectacular), and a sneaky fag later and they were hastily crossing to Serena’s Vauxhall with unsteady feet, the ‘accidental’ bumps and brushes against each other’s arms doing absolutely nothing to quell the usual simmering (Okay let’s face it, white hot fucking lust – there…) tension that had been building all night. Diverted glances when the other happened to look in their direction, simultaneous gasps for an entirely different reason than fear when a rather large surprise on the stage had startled a hand to end up on each other’s bodies, and an incredibly sexually charged moment during the interval when their breasts had brushed courtesy of the miniature isles (thank you very much).
They reach the car a little out of breath and Serena surprises Bernie (definitely not for the first time that night) by following her round to the passenger side and making a show of opening her car door for her. Bernie offers a small smile, their eyes meeting for the briefest of seconds before she slides one leg in and takes her seat, shivering slightly from the cold.
The second her bottom hits the seat, Serena suddenly moves.
Joining her in the confined space, their faces are suddenly impossibly close as she tugs sharply at the buttons on her coat, opening it to reveal her cleavage before pulling a lever and pushing on the chair, sending Bernie flying back with a gasp. The door slams shut and Bernie’s bag drops somewhere completely bloody irrelevant to THIS. MOMENT. RIGHT. HERE.
Resting her hands on the seat, Bernie gasps when she takes in Serena’s position and the current movement of her hands. Kneeling in front of her, Serena has somehow spread her legs without her noticing and is suddenly smoothing her hands very deftly up over her dress, exposing more and more flesh with every second.
“Serena, what…” Serena’s hand shoots up and presses 3 fingers to her mouth. Staring at Bernie intently for several seconds, Serena mutters the only word she will speak during this entire rendezvous, or the 2 that follow after that night. A word full of ironic testament and catastrophic in its delivery.
“Don’t”
No – but-
Serena breaks eye contact and removes her fingers, giving her hands the very important task of slipping straight up her thighs to the scrap of material between her legs, yanking it down- fuck- was that a growl?! Bernie’s imagination struggles to keep up. Completely aloof one minute and reaching for her admittedly soaking underwear the next… what is this woman trying to do to me?! All Bernie can do is gasp with lust and push romanticised thoughts aside. A bit like her knickers currently residing on the dashboard on Serena’s side of the car, perfectly innocent until they catch the eye of a curious bystander who could walk past at any second and see Serena…
“Oh Goooood”
Nimble fingers start brushing against the rough blonde curls covering her pussy, teasing with the softest of strokes over her now throbbing clit, the backs of Serena’s fingernails scraping ever so gently against the sensitive flesh. Christ I’ve been aching all night, hours of… oh… okay…
Bernie barely has time to register the flutter of pleasure before her body is shifted under Serena’s command, her arse suddenly almost at the edge of the seat, one heeled foot placed on a high corner of the car between the window and the dashboard and the other somewhere between the gear-stick and the radio. Her head slammed back against the seat and she groaned as her hair clip digged into her scalp. You can piss off thank you very much… and that was quickly flung aside as well.
Bringing her head down to watch Serena, she flushed with embarrassment at being so exposed, wide open for her scrutiny. But apparently this wasn’t about soft and teasing and she had to hold in a rather loud scream when suddenly Serena’s fingers were opening her folds and her tongue connected straight to her clit. No dillydallying.
“Fuck”
She couldn’t help the high-pitched expletive, back arching into the warmth of Serena’s probing tongue. It just happened to be in that glorious moment that the hitch of her foot caused by the sensation of tongue-on-clit was enough to press some button or another and trigger some rather wonderfully timed Paloma Faith. Christ, she wouldn’t be able to hear ‘burn into my skin’ again without recalling every second of this...
Serena started off with hard caresses to her clit before rotating her tongue, making Bernie’s head spin with delicious arousal. The tempo picked up then, her tongue dipping low, and lower still to probe her entrance, Bernie’s hips jutting desperately to push it inside, but of course Serena wasn’t having that. Dragging it back up, she pushed her face deep against her and apparently decided it was time to make her cum already. Taking her clit into her mouth, she sucked relentlessly, Bernie crying out over and over again as the pleasure built and built and the coil wound tighter until she felt Serena’s hands increase their pressure on her hips to hold her steady and her fingers spread her lips that little bit wider. She came with a guttural cry, Serena dipping her head lower to lick at her entrance and catch her juices as they leaked over the seat.
It took several moments for Serena to clean Bernie up, softly caressing her throbbing entrance, long licks and swallows. Fuck oh fuck oh FUCK! Serena Serena Serena… it was on repeat, no stopping it now. She wanted to whisper it into the air, a prayer meant only for her. Hyper sensitive from her orgasm, Bernie’s body hadn’t completely recovered, not helped by the fact Serena’s incredible tongue was still playing with her. She found it both incredibly caring and unbearably erotic, clenching her fingers in the soft dark hair. Christ, that was unbelievable... talk about surprise me Serena. Feeling the brunette finally pull away and lick her lips, Bernie searched for her eyes, willing her to look at them and smile, even just a naughty one… but she had pulled Bernie’s dress down her legs, grabbed her bag and exited the car before Bernie’s pants had subsided.
The opening of the car door was a blast of cold air in more ways than one. She used the time Serena took to get in to adjust her dress, tuck her hair behind her ears and slide the seat forward. As the driver’s door opened, Bernie was still buttoning up her coat, now noticing the cold more than ever before. Pulling her head up to look outside the window she noticed it was completely steamed and quickly let some air in. She felt Serena sit down but didn’t dare look at her. She regrets it, of course she does. Don’t feel guilty, I drove you to this, pun not intended. My fault. The atmosphere settled once again with both women clicking on seat-belts and attempting to slow their breathing, that is until Serena noticed the scrunched up bit of fabric still adorning the dashboard. Bernie held her breath, waiting for it to be chucked out the window or flung over to her without a word. Serena’s eyes seemed to light up more then and as her hand reached out and took it, Bernie couldn’t tear her eyes away, watching as she rubbed it softly between her fingers before placing it in her bag with a quirk of an eyebrow. All without one glance of course.
No words. Just…. FFUUCCKKK
Serena started the engine
“Wonderful performance wasn’t it”
She kept her eyes on the car outside with its bright red lights on
“Mhmm”
The double meaning wasn’t lost on either of them