Just a very short Joan/Vera ficlet.
Kath waits for her chance and corners Vera when no one else is in the area. Vera reaches her arms out to create distance but Kath grabs her wrists and pins her arms to the wall.
"What's the meaning of this Kath?" Vera's emphasis on the name is thick with sarcasm and distrust.
Kath puts her lips beside Vera's ear. Vera can feel the warmth of the other's breath, then hears a whisper. "My name is Joan."
Vera's own breath catches in her throat, and her heart skips a beat. Her suspicions were right all along. There was no Kath. There was only Joan.
Joan faced Vera once again, staring into the smaller woman's eyes with a steady, intense gaze. She leaned in, a mere inch from making contact.
Vera tried to lean away but the wall behind her prevented it. "Are you gonna kill me, or fuck me?" she said, boldly.
After the slight raise of an eyebrow, Joan allowed the corner of her mouth to curl into a minscule smirk. She liked this bolder version of Vera. After a pause to relish in the thought, Joan responded. "Oh, Vera. You know I'd never kill you."