My best bud has posted more of her The Fall fanfic: Substitute. It’s Stella/Gail, which I never knew I wanted but now I ship it. Please show her some love!
Gail slipped away to get a little rest in between results coming up from the lab. They’d been working themselves ragged, and everyone had learned to catch rest when they could. She’d barely shut her eyes, curled up on the couch cushion, when she felt the sofa shift.
Whoever it was didn’t think she was completely awake, as there was a touch on her shin, and then a squeeze. Inhaling, Gail smelled perfume so complex she knew it could only belong to one person in the precinct. “Yes, ma’am,” she said, sitting up quickly and blinking, trying to re-adjust herself back to the light.
Stella’s hand was already in her hair before she asked for permission, and Gail felt her stomach drop too pleasantly for comfort. The PSNI detachment was worse than a secondary school when it came to gossip, and everyone was well aware of Stella’s dalliances with not only Olson, but past liaisons with Eastwood and Burns. Stella seemed supremely unconcerned with any gossip -- Gail thought the other woman must have known, she wasn’t stupid -- and the poise she had was much envied.
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