45. “When’s the last time you slept?” 46, “Hey, hey, it’s just me.”
C45. “When’s the last time you slept?”C46. “Hey, hey, it’s just me.”D29. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
Hey, guess who managed to finally write some legit smut for these two! Under the cut for obvious reasons 😏
Jill doesn’t even bother turning the lights on as she enters her flat. It’s the middle of the night, and even that amount of effort seems like too great a barrier between her and her bed. By muscle memory alone she drops her keys on the console, kicks off her loafers, avoids the sharp corner of the coffee table as she makes her way toward the bedroom.
She’s hardly been in her flat for almost two weeks now, caught up in an urgent case that had her practically living at the station, only stopping back to have a brisk, hot shower and pick up the occasional clean shirt. But now the perpetrator is behind bars, awaiting what’s sure to be an open and shut trial, she’s more than earned a good night’s sleep in her own bed.
Her only regret is that she’ll be sleeping alone.
Jill considered going to Elly’s when she got into the cab, the thought of curling up around her warm body immensely appealing. They’ve only been in touch by text and a few sporadic phone calls, and Jill can’t help but miss her. A glance at the time changed her mind, and she resolved instead to call her first thing tomorrow.
Her eyes have only just adjusted to the dark whens he steps through the doorway, and she has her waistcoat off and shirt half unbuttoned before she notices the suspiciously person-shaped lump in her bed.
A grin quirks her mouth, heart thudding a little faster.
Elly is sound asleep, breathing deep and even, and Jill slows her movements to avoid making any noise. She can see now that Elly’s nicked one of her vests, and is currently curled around Jill’s pillow, face pressed into the soft fabric.
Stripping down to her vest and boxers, Jill carefully lifts the duvet, slips underneath the sheets warmed by Elly’s body, and settles down behind her.
She wraps an arm around Elly’s waist, burying her nose in the tangle of dark hair at her crown. Just the scent of her perfume and shampoo is enough to relax Jill, and she snuggles a little deeper into the bedding.
Elly snuffles a bit, murmurs in her sleep. Instinctively she seeks out the warmth of another body, and Jill groans as that curvaceous arse grinds back against her pelvis.
Suddenly, she finds she’s not the least bit tired.
Scooting that much closer, Jill lets her hand wander, sweeping gentle circles against Elly’s stomach, the underside of her her breasts. She nuzzles the sensitive spot behind Elly’s ear, breathing her in, just barely flicking her tongue against the lobe. Elly mutters again, hips jerking, and Jill’s smile widens.
Her fingers venture lower, the hem of her confiscated vest giving way to the soft cotton of Elly’s knickers. She keeps her touch soft, teasing, just the barest pressure at the apex of Elly’s thighs. Even sound asleep, Jill can feel Elly responding to the touch, her breath coming faster, and the hint of dampness through the thin fabric.
Catching Elly’s earlobe between her teeth, Jill bites down softly, fingers pressing firm against her clit.
Elly jerks awake with a gasp, struggling a bit, and Jill has to hold her in place.
“Hey, hey, it’s just me,” she soothes, feels Elly relax in her arms.
“What time is it?” Her voice is husky from sleep, and her words trail off in a moan as Jill resumes her earlier ministrations.
“It’s late,” Jill says, peppering soft kisses along the column of her neck. “But how can I resist a beautiful woman in my bed?”
“When’s the last time you slept?” Despite her protests, Elly’s hips roll up into Jill’s hand, unconsciously chasing the sensation.
“I’ll sleep in a bit. But first,” she says, nipping against Elly’s fluttering pulse point, “I want to watch you fall apart.”
Elly’s response is cut off by a curse as Jill slips a hand beneath the elastic of her knickers, and into coarse, damp curls. Jill moans into her neck, dips her fingers lower, drawing wetness up to circle her clit.
“God, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” she whispers hotly in Elly’s ear, feels her shiver. “Did you miss me, Eliza?”
“Yes.” Elly moans the word into the pillow, hips matching the rhythm of Jill’s fingers.
The light of the streetlamp through the window is enough for Jill to see the flush that’s creeping up Elly’s chest, the shadows her eyelashes cast on her cheekbones. She picks up the pace a little, fingers moving in tight circles.
“Is that why you’re in my bed?” Her voice is dark and silky, and she presses hard for a moment, then moves away when Elly cants her hips for more. “You just couldn’t wait for me to fuck you, could you?”
Elly whimpers, hand fisting in the sheets, her breath coming in harsh pants, but she doesn’t respond. Jill teases lightly at her entrance, hand arched to avoid giving Elly the friction she so desperately wants.
“Tell me, Eliza.” There’s no question in Jill’s voice now, only command. Her hand stills and Elly groans. “Tell me, or I stop.”
Elly cranes her head back a bit, her eyes huge and black in the darkness.
“Fuck me,” she pleads breathlessly, and Jill feels it like lightning down her spine. “Please.”
Jill growls and kisses her fiercely, swallowing Elly’s cry as she sinks in two fingers, fast and deep.
Worming her free arm beneath Elly, she wraps it tight around her chest, one hand grasping her breast as the other fucks her relentlessly. Jill adds a third finger, and Elly shouts a curse, her blunt nails digging into the skin of Jill’s wrist, desperate for purchase.
She rolls Elly forward a bit, angles them so the heel of her hand presses hard against her clit, fingers never hesitating in their rhythm as Elly grinds down against her. Jill can tell how close Elly is already from the high pitched grunts she makes with each thrust, the sound of her wetness filling the room. Her fingers find a peaked nipple and tug through the thin cotton, as she whispers encouragement in Elly’s ear; tell her how gorgeous she is, how perfect.
Another thrust, two, and Elly goes rigid in Jill’s arms, a long, low groan tearing from her throat. Jill can feel her clenching around her fingers, doesn’t stop until Elly falls limp, breathing hard.
Gently, she eases her fingers free, wipes them against the sheet as she presses kisses along Elly’s spine. Jill bundles her up in her arms, legs tucked up behind Elly’s, a hand splayed across her stomach, feeling the hitch of her breath, each shuddering aftershock.
“Glad you’re home.” Elly’s words are a little slurred, and Jill knows she’s already halfway back to sleep.
Settling herself that much closer, she presses a kiss against Elly’s hair, eyes slipping shut.
M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?I’m planning on diving in on a long multi-chapter fic over my summer break, that I’m very excited about! Basically, transplant the whole Dom/Ange storyline to Chloe having been given up for adoption by Serena just before she went to Harvard, and then mix in Bernie coming back to work in the ED trauma center. Family drama! Relationship rebuilding! Tons of angst!
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?Without a doubt @belligerently, in part because of co-writing with her, but just in general she’s really helped me refine my style and, I think, made me a much stronger writer
V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?Hmmmm, that’s a really good question. I’m not sure I can think of any off the top of my head. In general, I like to respect the story an author wants to tell, so I don’t think in terms of what I would add.
That would be a really interesting writing challenge, though. Maybe an exchange, where people can write sequels to other’s fics? Anybody else think this would be fun?
Okay I gotta do it Serena Campbell and Bernie Wolfe. You’ve been with Serena forever and I’m super curious what you thought when you first saw her and Bernie too
Sorry, this got buried in my inbox and I’m just getting to it!
Serena Campbell
First impression“On no. This is going to be a problem.” Literally, she’s so much my type I was done from the first moment, lol
Impression nowShe continues to be the fictional love of my life. She’s a self-destructive disaster with a heart as big as the ocean clad in an armor of sass, and she needs some serious, long term therapy
Favorite momentGod, I literally don’t even know how to pick. But gay panic!Serena in Brave New World is a perennial fave
Idea for a story*looks at my entire WIP list* More and more each day it would seem, lol. Along the lines of the previous answer, I did have a fun idea where Serena asks Ric for advice on how to have sex with a woman 😏
Unpopular opinionLately the fact that I don’t think she’s an alcoholic villain who’s destroyed Bernie’s life seems pretty unpopular. Also the fact that I’ve found her choices of late in fitting with the character, including the recent return to “sassy Serena” (which I should really write up my thoughts on one of these days)
Favorite relationshipThere’s this blonde gal who I’m pretty fond of her with 😉 Also Serena x therapy is the real otp
Favorite headcanonI don’t care what Catherine says, you can pry Serena’s ability to sing from my cold, dead hands
Bernie Wolfe
First impression“She seems like an ass kicker, I dig it”
Impression nowTruly the world’s okayest lesbian. I have such deep and abiding affection for this damaged, beautiful, brilliant, capable disaster, as evidenced by the sheer quantity of words I’ve written about her, and I adore getting inside her head
Favorite momentI’m sure this won’t be a popular answer, but I’m still obsessed with Bernie in the office scene after she finds out about Leah. God, the nuance of it, the love and acceptance and growth. It murders me
Idea for a storyI’ve been tossing around the idea of Bernie showing up on Serena’s doorstep on Christmas day and basically says “You’re wrong, I don’t need excitement, I want to be with you. But we both suck at this, so I’m going to take the job in the ED at Holby and we’re gonna figure this out”
Unpopular opinionMost of what we all love and adore about Bernie has been created by fandom, because aside from a couple of main characteristics (and Jemma’s wonderful work) the character is kind of a blank page in canon. Also, she’s as much to blame as Serena for things ending
Favorite relationshipDo I need to answer this? lol
Favorite headcanonI am now obsessed with the idea of her being the baby of the family and having an older sister who’s the only person who can kick her ass when she’s being an idiot
9; alternate of the fic and 14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic? Batteries not included
9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?There weren’t alternate versions, but there was a chapter that ended up getting cut because it just wasn’t working. That chapter ended up being reworked as the first of my Kinktober fics last year.
14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?I feel like people learned a lot from this fic, probably me most of all! The background research was...illuminating, to say the least.
If there’s something I want people to take away from the fic, it’s that love and sweetness and laughter and trust can go hand in hand with deeply filthy smut, lol. And that smut can be about more than being hot, it can be a method of exploring and revealing things about the characters. Hopefully I achieved that!
1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?Ha! Well, this one was inspired very loosely by a true event in @belligerently’s life, that she told me I had to turn into a fic. From there, the structure came entirely from trying to make the off the wall premise seem even remotely possible, lol
3: What's your favorite line of narration?That’s a surprisingly tough question. I don’t really think of this fic as one of my strongest narratively. I do like this one:
Serena stands frozen, trapped between the urges to flee, to laugh, to throw up on the spot, because this is no arousal-induced hallucination. Bernie Wolfe, her co-worker, her co-lead, stands in the open doorway, looking terribly confused.
whiskers: what is your current background/lockscreen?I can’t show you my laptop background (you’ll see it in a few days for Femslash February), but my phone background is:
tortoiseshell: if your house was on fire, what one object would you grab? (your pets and family are safe and chilling on the front lawn)My and my husband’s wedding rings. Neither of us wears them at the moment, but they’re one of the only irreplaceable things we have
Fav fic... are you serious???? How can you do this to me???? “And it hurts with every heart beat” is not my favorite at all because it made me bawl like a stubbed toe child for an hour. I’m not sure I can ever reread it. So I have 3 I honestly can’t pick because I’ve been through them all so much Take me back to the night we met Dial O batteries not included This was so hard!!!
