Summary: After a mysterious mishap with a device found in a field, can you find out what the device is and what it means for you and Kate?
Warnings/Tags: Slow burn, soulmate AU (sort of), yearning, I just want to bang their heads together, angst, hurt/comfort soulmate marks
Word count: 24,847
Currently ongoing • AO3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9 (NSFW)
Please note this fic is under review. The premise will not be changing, but there will be changes to chapters 1-8 to improve descriptions and fix tenses.
“She never allowed herself to really know how deeply she loved him”, but that love was still shining through, quietly and subtly:
- In the way she reaches for him in moments of vulnerability;
- In the way she CAN be vulnerable with him and share her fears, worries and burdens, because she trusts him to have her back;
- In the way her voice softens when she is talking to him;
- In the way her hand is on his arm while he is sleeping next to her (pretty good visual storytelling here, as she is holding on to him with one hand and doing her job with another, trying to balance both lives);
- In the way he is the only one able to get through to her when no one else can, and she actually listens;
- In the way she sometimes forgets, even for a moment, that they are having an intimate moment in public, even though they are not supposed to;
- In the way she melts into his touch;
- In the way she chooses to be with him regardless of how much it could cost her if anyone got the word of their relationship, of how big of a risk it is and how it breaks every single rule of her own organization. Normal relationship is an unaffordable luxury, and this one especially is a dangerous line to cross due to the nature of their job. But she still takes that chance at life together, albeit in secret, simply because she LOVES him.
Warnings: alcohol mentioned, tobacco mentioned, rough sex, spanking, language, boss/employee, age gap, dominant Kate
Description: It's not the first time you've woken up full of regrets after a wild night out, but this time you may have gone too far - and Kate isn't happy.
This wasn't your flat.
The thought inched its way through the fog of your mind and poked you awake, gently at first, then with sudden vigour. You swirled your tongue around the desert that had replaced your mouth, tasting the rancid remnants of too many cigarettes and not enough water. You shuddered. It took several minutes to work up the courage of opening your eyes, and when you did, you nearly sprung out of your skin. The unmistakable moustachioed face of Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart glared at you.
When your heart slowed down enough for you to register it was just his portrait, you finally realised where you were. Kate's flat. Specifically Kate's sofa.
A pillow had been placed under your head, your boots were waiting patiently by the front door, and a throw blanket covered your body. You wiggled your feet and your fishnet-clad toes poked out from under the soft fabric. As you turned your head, you noticed a bowl had been placed on the floor beside you. A pint of water sat beside it, so far untouched. You reached down with some effort and lifted it to your cracked lips, drinking greedily. You lip hurt something terrible and you winced, gently touching the area with your fingertips. When you inspected them, you saw dried blood.
Fuck.
As you struggled off the sofa, the room began to spin. Your stomach did a somersault and you reached frantically for the bowl, but it was too late. With a groan, you vomited directly onto the hardwood floor.
Fuck.
Footsteps on the stairs, that gentle pad-pad-pad. Kate, wrapped in an oversized cardigan, hair loose and bare faced, looked you up and down and sighed.
'You didn't see the bowl?'
You blinked, shivering. Kate tutted gently.
'Yes, well, all things considered I half expected to come down to much worse.' she said, crossing the room to the kitchen and returning with a bottle of Dettol and a roll of paper towels. You made a soft sound of protest.
'I can do that, Kate...'
'The only thing you're doing is aiming for the bowl next time, and getting in the shower. You smell like a brewery.'
You sniffed your clothes, confirming her observation. Your deodorant hadn't lasted as long as the bottle had promised you, either. You flopped down on the sofa again, head in your hands.
When the floor was clean, Kate put the kettle on.
'How did...how did I end up here?' you mumbled, dreading the answer. Kate poured milk into two mugs of tea.
'I got a call, late last night,' she said, her tone flat. 'Very late, actually. Advising me that one of my members of staff was in a bit of a state and was refusing to go home.'
You frowned.
'Someone called...you? Why?'
'Well, that was my question, too. Turns out, when they asked you who to call to come and fetch you, my number was the one you gave.'
'Oh, Christ,' you mumbled, covering your face again.
'Mm. I thought it was especially curious seeing as they weren't sure of the name you'd told them - what was it, now? Commander Legs-and-Tits Stewart.'
'Oh, Christ.'
'So, they asked if your boss, Commander Legs-and-Tits Stewart, could come and pick you up before you made good on your promise of jumping into the Thames because you wanted to go night swimming.'
You couldn't look at her, even when she placed a generously large mug of tea beside you on the coffee table.
'You know, the name didn't bother me,' she said thoughtfully, scrolling through her phone. 'Not as much as this.'
She handed you the phone, hitting play on a video clip.
It was you. The pub was dimly lit but there you were, unmistakable, standing on the bar, shot glass raised to the ceiling in an exaggerated toast. Behind you, the bar staff were trying desperately to coax you down. Before you, a little crowd had gathered.
'Here's to UNIT!' you declared. 'We protect all of you cunts, from even worse cunts!'
You cackled and downed your shot, encouraged by the perplexed but delighted roar of the pub crowd, who followed suit.
Your eyes widened in abject horror as you watched the clip. Kate's lips were pinched as it continued, yourself from only hours ago launching into an unceremonious crowd-dive.
You buried your face in your hands. Kate cleared her throat, taking a sip of her tea.
'For what it's worth, it looked like they caught you.' she said lightly. You groaned weakly.
Seconds ticked. Kate sat up straighter, and you felt yourself tense in apprehension.
'So, you can appreciate my disappointment at how my weekend has turned out. I was hoping for something of a relaxed Sunday, you see. A call here and there, perhaps go over some reports. I was going to walk down the river later on. I'd even wondered about getting to finish a book. Make soup. Instead...'
Her voice hardened and you bit your swollen lip.
'...you're here. You slept on my sofa, in my flat, when I had half a mind to leave you right there at the nearest bus stop for that stunt you pulled. Do you have any idea, ANY idea, of just how much clean-up I have to do? Did you think for more than a second that your adolescent need to drink away the stress of this job might have consequences one day? That perhaps there are other ways of dealing with a bad day? That you could have come to me instead of the bottom of a tequila bottle?'
Her voice cracked slightly and you felt a lump growing in your throat.
She was right, of course she was right. You should have gone to her. You had been going to her, for months now. Open mouthed kisses in the service lift at the tower. Thighs spread wide as you lay back on her desk and she devoured you like you were life itself. Smelling her on your fingers, tasting her on your lips for days. Lazy evenings with red wine and old spy films.
It was far from being a routine, but it hadn't fizzled out like she warned you it would. Not yet.
'Y/N, this is serious,' she said softly. 'Do you understand that?'
You nodded, swallowing hard. 'Yes.'
Kate sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
'I don't think you do. This isn't just deleting some pub CCTV, this is tracking down each and every person who was there and erasing every trace of you from their phones. And not just their phones - their memories. Even if they saw you for a millisecond, they'll require a full neurological scan. Do you realise how much time that takes, how many other people they could have told before we reach them? How many times that video could be shared before we finally establish the code to wipe it from existence?'
You shook your head.
'I don't...I don't remember what else I said...if I told them anything else about...about UNIT.'
'Of course you don't. You didn't think. You didn't consider anything past the approval of a group of drunk strangers you'd never see again. Disappointed doesn't come close. Furious maybe scratches the surface.'
A tear slipped down your cheek. Kate sighed briskly.
'None of that, not now.'
It was too late. The dam broke, and you were sobbing pathetically before you could stop yourself. Kate didn't move to comfort you. When you gathered enough oxygen to speak again, your words were wobbly and cracked.
'Am I...are you...are you going to sack me?' you whispered.
Kate was silent for a long time. You dissolved into fresh sobs, taking it as confirmation of your unemployment. But then, she spoke.
'No. I'm not going to sack you. God knows I should,' she took a deep breath. 'But truly, the only thing more challenging than covering up this shitshow you created would be finding someone who could ever replace you.'
Her voice softened then, if only for a moment. When you glanced over at her at last, she was looking at her lap, her eyes lost in thought. You sniffed hard.
'But this doesn't take away what you did, Y/N. I expect you to report to the tower this afternoon, regardless of your condition, and then every single day until you make a dent in putting this right. I also want you to prepare a full apology to your team for the trouble you've caused them. You put the effort into creating this mess, you'll lead the effort in cleaning it up.'
You nodded your head frantically. Kate held your gaze, then gave you a small nod in return.
She stood up.
'Right. Shower, now.'
She offered you her hand and you took it shakily, squeaking in surprise as she pulled you to your feet. In the bathroom, you stood trembling as she ran the shower until it was warm enough, turning to you and helping you out of your clothes and fishnets. She tutted as she peeled them away, tracing the smears of dirt and faint bruises.
'Don't tell me you got into a fight on top of everything else,' she murmured, eyes travelling to your swollen lip. You shrugged, and she sighed with irritation, tossing the ruined fishnets into the corner and slipping your underwear down. You made a little guffaw of protest.
'I'm not a child, Kate!'
'Get in the shower,' she said, voice low. 'Now.'
You stepped out of your underwear, heart hammering, and slipped into the steaming monsoon of gloriously warm, clean water. It ran over your skin, dirt circling the drain as you placed your hands on the tiles and felt your wet hair cling to your back. A small trickle of blood from a graze you forgot you had ran down your arm.
Kate leaned back against the sink, arms folded, watching with focused eyes.
You felt barer than you'd ever felt in your life. Her stare seemed to undress you further, past your skin, your flesh, right down to the bone, where it carved her name into the marrow.
As you washed your hair and rinsed, you looked back over your shoulder, droplets of water on your eyelashes, and met her gaze. She didn't flinch, even when you lathered up body wash and ran it over your body, across your chest, between your thighs. You felt yourself clench when her eyes followed the soapy trail down from your stomach to the soft tangle of hair, framed by your fingers.
When you stepped out of the shower she covered you with a towel, still unflinching as you patted yourself dry. She guided you to the sink, facing the mirror, steamed up but your reflections visible through the haze.
She peeled the towel away, leaving you damp and utterly exposed. You shivered.
As she smoothed a strand of wet hair over your shoulder, she spoke, lips pressed to your earlobe. You leant back against her just enough for her to breathe you in.
'You were reckless,' she purred. 'and stupid. And the next time you even consider stepping out of line again, I want you to remember you answer to me.'
You swallowed, her thumb running over your pulse.
'Bend over.' she said calmly. You paused, and she nipped your earlobe. 'Now, Y/N.'
You obeyed.
She wiped the condensation from the mirror in one swipe and held your chin, making you look at your own reflection. Your bottom stuck out behind you as your back curved just enough, legs trembling slightly.
Her palm smoothed lightly across your cheeks, warm from the shower and anticipation. She murmured to herself appreciatively.
'You know why this is happening,' she said, digging her nails into the tender undercurve. 'Count.'
The first spank echoed around the bathroom and was matched only by your indignant yelp.
'Ah, fuck!'
Kate held you steady, glaring at your reflection. You whimpered as you remembered yourself.
'...o-one...' you gasped. Kate looked satisfied for a brief moment before her palm came down again on the opposite cheek.
You cried out - 'Two!'
Again, in the same spot, then lower.
'Ow! Three...four...Kate...'
The heat between your thighs had built into a slick pool that seemed to radiate desperation. Kate made a rumbling sound from deep in her chest as she brought her hand down over and over, turning your cheeks from a mere blush to deep pink.
'Fifteen...sixteen...'
Tears pricked in your eyes, mostly from the overwhelming need for her to touch you where you wanted her so desperately. Her hand caught the edge of your heat and you moaned.
'Seventeen, ah...please...'
Kate growled softly, holding your chin again so you were forced to confront yourself.
'Don't you dare beg,' she breathed . 'You don't get the luxury of release, not you. Not today.'
You whined, and she brought her hand down harder. Tears streamed down your cheeks.
'Keep counting,' she said, unmoved. You whimpered.
'Eigh...eighteen...'
She stopped after thirty, pressing herself against your swollen cheeks, hips rocking slightly. Your face was wet, the remnants of last night's mascara staining your skin with inky rivers that mixed with the salt of your tears. Kate's forehead had droplets of perspiration, her own palm stinging as it rubbed lazy circles over your bottom. Arousal dripped down your thighs, each stroke of her hand across your bruised flesh only adding to the fire you felt in your clit. She straightened up, moving away from you, and you mewled with need.
'Kate?'
'Stay there, stay bent over. Don't move. I'll know if you do.'
You heard her go to her bedroom, open a drawer. A rustle of material, then the unmistakable snap of leather as she tightened her harness. Your breath caught in your throat. All you could do was grip the sink for dear life, and focus on the reflection of your eyes, red rimmed and overflowing with need to feel her inside your swollen cunt.
When she re-entered the bathroom she had stripped down to her tank top and the harness, silicone cock glistening from the lube she had applied. It fit her hips perfectly, showing off her toned legs and the soft, creamy curve of her stomach, speckled with silver cellulite. She moved to stand behind you again, one hand on the silicone, the other on your trembling waist. She pressed open mouthed kisses to the backs of your shoulders, your neck. She found your eye contact in the mirror and she paused, seeking confirmation to go ahead. You nodded once, breathless, desperate.
'Safe word?'
'Splott.'
'Good girl,' she whispered, nuzzling your wet hair for just a moment before notching the tip against your entrance, rubbing it slowly across your folds, coating it in your arousal. You gasped, gripping the sink, knuckles white.
Kate purred as she slowly slipped her length inside you, watching it disappear as your moans grew high and raw.
'You need this, don't you?' she sneered, setting the punishing pace as her hips rocked. 'Someone to fuck you the way you need to be fucked, to keep you in line?'
You mewled, trembling as she stretched you out.
'Answer me.'
'Y-yes...yes...'
'Yes, what?'
'Yes, I...I need this...I need you...ma'am...'
Kate smirked, her pace increasing. The harness pressed deliciously against her clit, sending waves through her blood.
'You were all talk last night, hm? Acting like an entitled little brat, but here you are, spanked, tear-stained, bruised and getting fucked until you can't remember your own sorry name.'
Her voice was like blood and black treacle and it stuck to your skin. You wanted to wear it like perfume.
Her hand moved around and held your throat, forcing you to look into the mirror, to meet her blazing stare as her thumb pressed onto your pulse.
'If you humiliate me or my organisation like that again, I will make you crawl on your hands and knees until I tell you otherwise,' she pressed her lips to your ear again. 'I promise you.'
Your knees nearly gave out and she steadied you with an unflinching hand, her hips crashing into the back of you.
You knew she was close, you could feel her heat, the way her hips chased her quarry. But your legs felt like they were made of silk, boneless, so completely at her mercy you could only sob in response, pushing yourself back to give her a better angle, needing to give her what she wanted. You would give her your last breath if you thought it would coax her into oblivion.
Your cunt ached and every cell in your body was crying out in exhaustion. Your head spun as you rested it back on her shoulder, a small mercy that she granted you, her hands snaking across your chest to cup your breasts, fingers toying with the sensitive buds of your nipples as they hardened under her touch.
Kate's hips stuttered. Her voice cracked.
'Look at me, Y/N,' she breathed, and you watched her fall apart in the mirror, your body pulled flush against her.
She held her strap inside you for a few beats, letting you flutter around the girth before pulling out, leaving you feeling devastatingly empty without her. But you remembered what she'd told you - you didn't get the luxury of an orgasm today. It stung, but you pushed down the need, knowing better than to beg her.
Kate unbuckled her harness and it fell to the floor with a thud. She turned you around and pulled you into her arms, kissing every inch of your face, your neck, your shoulders, as you sobbed openly. She didn't shush you, barely spoke at all, just rocked you there in the bathroom, her heartbeat steady under your ear. You sniffled, burrowing against her chest.
Her hand moved slowly between your thighs, and gently, so gently, her fingertips began to circle your throbbing clit. You looked up her, eyes wide and exhausted. She held your gaze, her stare soft now.
'Let me take care of you, sweetheart,' she purred. 'You did so well, so, so well...let go for me now...'
It took less than a few minutes before you were completely boneless and her fingers were soaked.
In her bed, she turned you to face her, propped up on one elbow. You frowned, smiling lightly. She raised an eyebrow.
'What?' she pressed. You shook your head, grinning sleepily.
'You made me come,' you whispered. 'I didn't think I was allowed, not today.'
Kate rolled her eyes.
'Guess I'm a soft touch,' she mused. 'Never could refuse you.'
You scoffed and she smiled then, for the first time all morning. She leaned over and kissed you deeply, tongue caressing yours, feeling you melt with a gentle hum. Her teeth caught your swollen lip and you winced. She pulled away, looking stern.
'As for this,' she said, tapping your lip. 'we'll discuss it another time.'
You pouted, and she raised an eyebrow, making you lower your gaze. She stroked your cheek with her thumb, simpering as she settled herself closer to you.
'What am I going to do with you?' she sighed, her eyes betraying something deeper, something that felt as endless as a sky.
'Rest here with me?' you whispered. 'Just for a bit.'
Description: Putting new batteries in the ravens of death isn't as easy as you thought it would be. It's even harder when your hot boss is watching.
(set roughly around The Day of The Doctor)
"Will you just hold still?"
An indignant caw was the response. Clearly, the answer was no. Absolutely not.
Your hand, slick with sweat and viciously pecked, lost its grip of the jet black bird as it flapped furiously across the countertop, screaming all the way.
"For fuck's sake..."
Sluggish. That's what Malcolm had told you - the ravens looked sluggish. This would take half an hour, tops. Just log into the main account, put the ravens on standby, gather them up, pop in new batteries and then job's a goodun. Right now you were supposed to be in the pub. The others were already two pints deep, and they were going to order chips. They kept messaging you asking where you were. And you replied each time: with the bloody ravens.
Because, it would seem, Malcolm had changed the password to the main account and hadn't told you. The ravens remained very much alert and, despite the reported sluggishness, did not take kindly to being rounded up manually.
You'd started the old fashioned way: calling out with honeyed words. When you quickly realised the ravens couldn't give two shits about the research assistant trying to sound upbeat whilst saying "come on, ravens!", you'd changed tactic.
A large net was employed. It didn't catch any ravens, but you did manage to get tangled in it yourself, much to the confusion of an elderly beefeater.
Next up: bread. You salvaged a sad looking ham sandwich from a bin and shuddered as you tore off bits of crust, hoping to tempt a battery operated corvid or two. And it worked. On one raven.
The same raven you continued to wrestle across the table, fingers bleeding, feeling desperately for the off-switch located just under its wing. You resorted to the humiliation of pleading.
"Please stay still...please...I've got five more of you to deal with...just...ouch! Bastard!"
You sucked at the fresh beak-shaped gash in your thumb.
"You shouldn't call him that, L/N."
That voice, from the doorway of the lab. Dark treacle, tinted with amusement under a sheath of severity.
You turned your head towards it, giving the raven it's chance to glide away once again.
"Oh, no!" you groaned, watching it settle atop a fluorescent light, glaring balefully.
"Told you, you shouldn't have called him names. They don't like it. It's disrespectful."
Kate Lethbridge-Stewart strolled into the lab, her usual bundle of unyielding authority and magnolia perfume. You huffed.
"Easier said than done, look at my fingers! I don't..."
She raised an eyebrow and you remembered yourself, blushing.
"I...yes, ma'am."
She cast her eyes to the raven, who was ruffling it's feathers.
"So, Malcolm left you the worst of his to-do list?" she asked lightly, her eyes never leaving the raven.
"Is it some sort of test, ma'am?"
"Hm. Perhaps. Or, most likely, he wanted to get to the pub on time."
She smirked slightly as she spoke, her hand slipping into her coat pocket and clutching what looked like a small remote. She flicked it casually towards the raven.
With a soft thud and a half-hearted caw, it hit the lab floor. Its legs twitched robotically, clawing towards the ceiling.
The pair of you stared at it for a beat, then another. Kate cleared her throat.
"So, new batteries?"
You nodded quickly.
"Right! Right, uh...one second..."
Kate watched you as she leant back against a workbench, a small smile dancing on her lips as you opened drawer after drawer, then a cupboard or two.
"L/N?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
She tapped the box of batteries left on the countertop right behind you.
You shook your head, mumbling something incoherent as you shakily took the box, taking two batteries.
"They need three." said Kate. You nodded, taking another, your fingers clumsy.
When you inspected the immobile raven, you felt Kate behind you, arms folding with expectation. You wet your lips, feeling for the small catch at the back of its neck.
"Bit lower," Kate murmured. "Nope, keep going. Left. Down a bit. There - now, press down."
You pressed, feeling her warmth behind you as she stepped closer.
"Harder, give it some oomph."
You sighed, doing as instructed, and when you heard the mechanical click you couldn't help but grin with relief.
The old batteries were wedged in firmly and you couldn't stop yourself from grimacing. Kate peered over your shoulder, her perfume drifting across in a heady wave that made your stomach flutter. You pushed the sensation away as you managed to remove the batteries, dislodging a feather in the process.
"Oops..."
Kate placed the feather on the counter top with precision, her hand moving back to cover yours. You shivered involuntarily.
"Be careful, L/N. Don't force them out. Just...ease them."
Her hand guided yours with just the right level of pressure. The remaining batteries popped out casually, rolling across the countertop before Kate halted their escape with a manicured finger.
As you slotted the new batteries into place with trembling hands, she watched you thoughtfully.
"I'm not stupid, ma'am, I promise." you mumbled. Her eyes narrowed.
"What on Earth do you mean, L/N?"
"I...I mean...I must look ridiculous. Needing help to change batteries."
Kate was quiet. The silence felt sticky, like the worst of summer. She didn't give you the relief of sympathy, and you scrambled in that sticky silence like a fly in honey.
"I just...I promise I can do things...most things..."
Kate raised an eyebrow. You sighed.
"Even though I look like an idiot right now."
"L/N?"
You looked at her.
"Listen carefully, because I'll be very disappointed if I have to tell you this again. The day you refuse help, even for the most mediocre task, is the day I deem you unfit to work here. Mistakes from pride are the mistakes I won't stand for. Do I make myself clear?"
You swallowed hard.
"Yes, ma'am."
She held your gaze long enough for heat to creep into your cheeks before nodding curtly, pulling out the remote from her pocket again.
"Now, let's see..."
The raven twitched, then fluttered upright in a rustle of feathers and a piercing look. You jumped. Kate smiled.
"Voilà, good as new." she purred. "Now, do that five more times and the Tower won't crumble tonight."
She handed you the remote.
"No more battles with nets, mmm?"
You groaned.
"Ma'am, you saw that?"
"CCTV, L/N. Don't worry, I'll make sure the part where you almost rolled down Tower Green gets mysteriously deleted."
She extended a hand to the raven, who eyed it suspiciously before hopping onto her open palm. You exhaled in delight.
Kate beckoned you to follow her, carrying the raven like it was the most natural thing in the world. When you stepped out of UNIT and into the frosty night, she raised her arm and the raven flew off into the darkness with a replenished caw. She watched it go with a wistful stare.
"They'll be here longer than us, L/N. Respect them. Always."
The lamps of the courtyard painted her with a gentle glow, the cold breeze ruffling her blonde bob and tinting her cheeks peony. Her perfume ensnared you once again and you stifled an appreciative sigh. She turned to you, all at once brisk again.
"By the way, to make the rest of your night even easier: gallifreyrocks42."
"...ma'am?"
"Password for the main account. Malcolm has a rotation."
"Ah," you grinned. "I appreciate it, ma'am."
Kate nodded, turning up the collar of her coat against the cold.
"Are you joining them at the pub, ma'am?"
"Ha! Not tonight. Briefing tomorrow morning, 0700 hours, zygon negotiations are ongoing."
You nodded. As you watched her walk away down the steps, words bubbled up before you could tell them to stop.
"Well, if you ever wanted a drink, we could always..."
She paused and looked back over her shoulder. You opened your mouth to take it back, or carry it on, or admit there and then that you wanted her, when a raven flew over your shoulder at such speed you shrieked. Kate smirked.
"See you in the morning, L/N."
"Goodnight, ma'am." you said weakly, looking back up at the night sky with a shiver, wondering if you could keep the smell of her perfume around you forever.
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Jemma Redgrave as Jocelyn Wolf in Episodes 1 and 2 of Cry Wolf (2000)
Long thought to be lost, Cry Wolf is a show that has existed in a few articles, and then, all of a sudden, someone started uploading the episodes on YouTube. As far as I've heard in the community, the internet was searched far and wide to no result. I hope the person who has thus far dropped 3 out of 5 episodes knows how happy they are making Jemma fans.
The fact that we now have another rare comedy role for Jemma is truly a marvellous start to 2026, and Jocelyn Wolf is already a sassy icon who I love to bits.
A/N: Was recently introduces to the wonderful Jessica Danforth and her amazing dresses, and this is where it led me :)
Thank you to my proof-readers as always <3
Warnings/Tags: Smut, Tailor!Reader, teasing, that red dress kills me, Flirting, Lesbian Sex
Words: 1,645
Summary: Jessica's dresses may not fit perfectly, but she certainly had a fun time getting them tailored.
Rays of sunlight shine through the windows, reflecting off the white-washed walls and brightening the room. President Danforth stands barefoot in the centre of the room, posture relaxed as she watches you work below her.
You are kneeling on the plush carpet, a tape measure around your neck and a pin in your mouth. Your attention is on the bright red dress hanging off the curvy figure of your client. Your eyebrows furrow, realising what the problem was. Your client, the President—Jessica—had an obvious hourglass figure, something this dress was rather shamefully hiding.
“This waist needs taking in,” you murmur, pinching the dress at her waist.
Jessica nods, biting her lip as she looks down at you. “Are you nearly done?” She questions, shuffling slightly.
“Keep still, Madame President,” you tease, sliding a pin into the red material pinched between your fingers.
“It’s hard to when you’re on your knees in front of me.” Her eyes are dark with lust as she looks down at you.
She takes your chin in her hand, thumb hovering over your bottom lip. Your breath hitches, knowing exactly where this is going. This was sure to end the same way the appointment did when you tailored her fitted black dress—you both were wearing a lot less clothing than you should have been.
You’d seen a lot more of your president since that day, in more ways than one. The tension between you had been there from the start. Her wit and dry humour made her irresistible. The only thing stopping you from making a move is her very high-up position and your insistence on not wanting to lose your job.
The blonde had fewer qualms. After a few appointments containing heavy flirtation and her glancing at your lips, she leaned forward and kissed you while you were adjusting her short sleeves. And who were you to deny the president?
“Jess,” you whine, wanting her to just be still so you could finish tailoring the dress and get her out of it. “Just let me finish.”
“I have no problems making you finish,” she flirts, with a smirk.
Rolling your eyes, you chuckle and mutter, “Incorrigible.”
You stand up, brushing your knees. Sending her a look to behave, you peck her lips before walking behind her. Ensuring the centre back seam was where it should be, you ran your hand down her back. You told yourself it was to check the fit of the dress, making sure the zip wasn’t pinching anywhere. Really, it was just an excuse to touch her.
Stepping back around to her front, you took a final glance at the dress. You were debating taking the sleeves in, making them less loose, more form-fitting and how she liked them.
You are just about to ask her, when, without any warning, Jessica drags the hem of her dress up and over her head. She takes no caution as she throws it to the corner of the room. Her eyes never leave you as she steps out of her spanks, leaving her in only her lacy red underwear—purposefully chosen to match the dress and make your heart stop.
“Jessica Danforth!” You say in shock, eyebrows raising as you take in the pins now scattered across the floor, having fallen out of the dress.
“Oops?” She fake winces, knowing even if you were annoyed, she could easily distract you. “It looked fine anyway; you were just striving for perfection.”
“You deserve perfection,” you huff, turning to go to the dress.
“Mm, but I want you more.”
Deciding that would be the end of it, she takes your arm, pulling you into her hold. Her lips capture yours, kissing you deeply. Your brain stutters. You know you should pull away, rescue the dress, but your president is half naked in front of you and way too tempting.
“Fine, but if anyone comments on it, you are taking the blame,” you threaten, not stopping her as she pushes your now unbuttoned shirt off your frame.
“Deal,” she murmurs against the steadily flushing skin of your cheek, her fingers undoing your trousers and pushing them over your hips.
Her hands guide you to step backwards. To keep stepping backwards until your calves hit the edge of the plush sofa at the side of the room. She doesn’t hesitate before pushing you down and straddling your lap. She takes hold of your chin, tilting it so she can kiss you passionately. Your hands cradle her hips instinctively, thumbs rubbing circles into the soft flesh while her hands trail down, tracing along your neck.
Jessica cups your breasts, squeezing gently as her mouth follows the journey of her hands. You arch into her, gasping as she pinches and nips at your skin.
You can feel the heat of her core against you. While she is distracted, marking the tops of your breasts, you slide one hand between her legs, teasing over her clit. Even with the lace barrier, your fingers are quickly covered in her slick.
She bucks into your hand, moaning. She strips your bra from you, her mouth latching onto one of your nipples as soon as the fabric is out of the way. Your moans join hers, the pair of you working the other up to see who becomes more needy first.
Slipping a finger beneath the lace, you smirk as Jessica grinds down on it and takes it inside her.
“Desperate, gorgeous?” you tease, adding a second finger for her to fuck herself with. “So hot watching you use my fingers.”
“Is that why you aren’t doing anything?” she snarks, lifting her head from your chest.
“All you have to do is ask, Madam President.”
“Fuck me, please,” she all but begs, trying to inject authority into her voice, but failing as she bounces on your hand.
You pull your hand out of her underwear, eliciting a cry of frustration. Quickly flipping her so she’s lying on her back, you settle over her, fingers returning to pound into her. You curl your fingers, changing the angle you hit inside her, caressing the spot you know has her shaking within minutes. You pull her bra down with the other hand, taking her pebbled nipple in your mouth and sucking.
Jessica’s moans louden, echoing around the room as her body fights what she wants to lean into—your hand or your mouth. She doesn’t get to decide before she’s shuddering under you, walls clenching on your fingers and heartbeat hammering behind her chest.
Continuing, you fuck her through her orgasm, kissing along her chest and neck, careful not to leave marks—no matter how much you wanted to. As her body relaxes, you pull your fingers out, bringing them to your lips.
She tilts your chin up, bending to kiss you gently before murmuring, “Turn around.”
“Huh?” you question, but do as she asks.
“Lie back,” she tells you, guiding you back to lie against her.
Before you can question her any further, her hand trails down over your breasts and abdomen, until it slips under your panties. Your head drops back, Jessica planting a kiss to your temple as her fingers circle your clit.
This position felt oddly intimate. The pair of you have had sex several times, in several ways. But this, her being curled around you, chest pressed to your back, arm wrapped across you, felt protective and safe. You are amazed at how different it feels, the safety of being cocooned in Jessica’s arms making it easier for you to let go.
She must have sensed something, as she began whispering words of encouragement and praises in your ear. Her voice is soft and sweet as she presses lingering kisses to the side of your head.
It didn’t take you long to start throbbing under her fingertips. Feeling you approaching your orgasm, Jessica presses harder, stimulating the nerves further and pushing you over the edge. A wave of pleasure crashes into you, your body crying out as you come undone.
Jessica holds you throughout, softening her touches but never stopping her whispers.
You are overwhelmed with the warmth and care radiating from her. You want to tell her you love her. Tell her how you’d never felt anything like that before, so safe and warm and loved. But those things have to stay unspoken. This isn’t a relationship, just convenience.
“Wow, that was…” You murmur, still not having settled on a word that wouldn’t give you away.
“Good?” she chuckles, hugging you closer to her.
“Very.”
“I’m glad.” She rubs circles into your hip. “Darling?”
“Hmm?” you ask, turning in her grasp to face her.
She beams down at you as she swipes a strand of hair from your face. Pecking your lips, she confesses, “I love you.”
You stare at her in shock. There is no way she really just said what you think she did. She can’t have. She’s beautiful and intelligent. She’s the President for fuck’s sake. You had to have misheard her. You shake your head, lowering your eyes to her collarbones.
“I think I misheard you. What did you say?”
“You didn’t mishear me,” Jessica affirms, lifting your face to look you in the eyes as she repeats, “I love you.”
Okay, so she did really say it.
Knowing she can’t mean it, you blurt out, “But you can’t.”
“Whyever not?” she chuckles, not realising the torment going on in your mind.
“You deserve better,” you argue weakly.
“Hmm. You seem to be saying that a lot today. Consider what I want, rather than what you think I deserve. I want you, darling.”
“Oh.” You check once more, taking in her face and carefully watching her eyes. She seems to be being honest, so you take a leap. “I love you too.”
A/N: Brainstormed with @itsonlydana. I finally got around to finishing this, after it has sat in my WIP list for a month!
Warnings/Tags: Smut, Fluff, Scientific language, Chemistry, Lesbian Sex, Bathroom sex
Words: 3,350
Summary: A lecture kept secret leads to a lot more between you and Kate
You gently pushed on the obscenely large wooden door, wincing as it creaked slightly. If the motion hadn’t caught Kate’s eye, the sound definitely would have drawn her attention. You slid into the room, anyway, taking care to shut the door quietly behind you.
As you crept to one of the lightweight black chairs in the back row, you made eye contact with Kate. She didn’t give up much, busy focusing on the slide she was explaining, but the slight uplift to the corner of her lips gave away that she was happy to see you. You grinned back and winked just before settling down to listen to her presentation.
It wasn’t a surprise that Kate kept up with her research; she was primarily a scientist after all; however, it was a surprise that she still published enough to be invited to lecture. At one of the most prestigious societies, no less.
Kate never told you about the lecture; you doubted she had told anyone. It was a mere coincidence that you happened to notice the minuscule writing on her fridge calendar a week ago. Your girlfriend wasn’t one to boast about her achievements, most of the time not even seeing them as such, so she likely hadn’t thought to mention it. She certainly wouldn’t have considered how proud of her you would be.
The lecture wasn’t on her work calendar, but the time had been blocked out as a meeting, preventing anyone from disturbing her. Which was wise of her, considering you had been delayed by a colleague in the lab and ended up arriving late.
You were in awe of Kate; her delivery of the presentation and confident explanations had everyone in the room hanging on every word she said. It wasn’t dissimilar to how she was when explaining something at work.
Calm, collected and engaging.
She knew where to emphasise and where to gloss over something unnecessary. The equations present in her paper? The mechanisms were all written down and could be looked up if someone really wanted to know. The applications of the compound? Well, that was something of interest to everyone, from students to professors and even those in industry.
You found yourself jotting down questions in your notepad, ones that you knew would let Kate give extra insights into her research and the implementation methods. As interesting as the whole presentation was, you would have the opportunity to ask her about it any time, so you only focused on the questions that would benefit Kate to answer. It had been a while since you’d been to a lecture, even longer since you were fully involved in academia, but you remembered how to play the game.
When the lecture came to an end, and a staff member was walking around with a microphone, you raised your hand. Kate minutely raised her eyebrow at you, enough for you to know she was questioning what you were playing at, but not enough for anyone else to pay any attention.
She lit up at your question, going into detail about how the ophthalmic applications had been tested with over 100 subjects and presenting a deep dive into their responses. The results were outstanding, Kate’s compound outperforming spirooxazines by a significant margin and with a 97% success rate.
Several people in front of you were noting down her answer, or nodding along with raised eyebrows, impressed at what she was describing. A smirk settled on your face as you listened to the next few questions, glad to have highlighted Kate’s brilliance.
Once the questions died down, attendees were invited to make their way into the next room for refreshments. You packed up your things agonisingly slowly, letting everyone else filter out before you. Kate was speaking to one of the attendees by the stage, offering them to contact her regarding further insight into her work. It was said in the same way she usually used with government officials, which was Kate speak for, ‘you can email me, but I likely won’t reply unless UNIT could use you.’
The person took her business card, thanking her before heading in the direction of the drinks reception, leaving just the pair of you still in the room.
A hand landed on the small of your back, smoothing across your shirt until her arm curled around your waist and turned you towards her.
“Hi, you,” she murmured, brushing her lips against your temple as you turned.
“Hey, sorry for distracting you at the start, Brians kept asking questions,” you apologised, taking her other hand and squeezing it in yours.
“I’m just glad you were here; your question was just what I needed,” Kate replied, pulling you closer into her. “I wasn’t expecting you to come.”
“I saw the note on your calendar and invited myself. You should have told me, I would never miss anything like this,” you affirmed, twirling a strand of her hair between your fingers.
Kate looked down guiltily and confessed, “It’s not important. Besides, I didn’t think we were at that stage yet.”
“At the risk of scaring you off, I love you, Kate. I want to be here to support you,” you promised as you lifted her chin so that you could keep eye contact.
“I love you too, a lot,” she responded, then pressed her lips against yours. Her arms held you close as she nipped at your lip. Kate reluctantly pulled away as someone walked past the door. She chuckled and suggested, “I need to show my face for a bit, but meet me downstairs in twenty?”
“Cloakroom or bathroom?” you checked, having a feeling you knew what the answer would be.
“Bathroom,” she exhaled, finally stepping away from you. She chuckled as you gave her a mini salute and shouldered your bag.
The pair of you made your way into the next room, ready to socialise. Kate was quickly pulled into conversation, allowing you to meander between people in search of the wine they would undoubtedly have.
Securing two glasses, you went in search of Kate, who was no longer captured by the entrance. She had managed to make her way further into the room and was speaking to a slightly older woman. You joined them briefly, passing Kate her wine and letting her introduce you to the Professor. Their conversation was interesting, but you didn’t want to hold Kate back, so excused yourself after a few minutes.
You likely should have shown your face longer, but after twelve minutes of small talk, you had had enough and began a slow wander downstairs.
As you descended the grand staircase, you couldn’t help noticing the true historical relevance of the building. The bannisters that lined your descent were carved with reverence, whispering of centuries passed. The polished wood was warm and worn smooth under your hand.
Halfway down the staircase, a portrait commanded the space and your attention—a man in formal attire, a physicist, his gaze steady and posture dignified as he stood above a table strewn with his equipment. The deliberately placed lighting above him illuminated his presence, theatrical as if he were just waiting, ready to explain his experiment.
With each step, the bustle of the upper halls faded into the solemn hush of history. The world quieted as you reached the foot of the staircase. The room opened up like a breath held too long. The walls replicated downstairs, dressed in marble and silence, keeping their secrets close.
A table stood draped in grey, a lone water bottle perched on it like a forgotten offering to the display surrounding it. Faces of female scientists stared down upon you, finally being celebrated for their contributions to the world, even if it was too late for them to know they were appreciated. Without their progress, you wouldn’t have even been standing there. Not just because Kate would never have been invited to lecture, but neither of you would likely have held doctorates, nor would you have pursued a career in science. They paved the way for the pair of you.
So, as you stood there, staring at the scientists who came before you, it did not feel like entering a room. It had felt like stepping into a memory—one not your own but preserved for anyone willing to listen.
Footsteps descending the stairs brought you out of reverie and prompted you to turn towards the arch leading to the bathroom.
There was a stark change to the décor as you disappeared down the corridor. Gone were the marble walls and gold-trimmed portraits. Replaced with white paint and grey carpets, you were surprised to find the bathroom so modern-looking. Although the pink marble had returned on the floor, the rest of the bathroom was clean, with white lacquer and mirrors. Like that you’d find in a shopping centre, not a historical building.
You moved in front of a sink, hand fumbling in your bag to retrieve the lip balm you knew you dropped in there. If you were going to suspiciously hang around in a bathroom, you could at least make it look like you were using the mirror.
Kate entered the bathroom and closed the outermost door that was propped open. Her gaze was hungry as she approached you. You smirked, watching her eyes travel the length of your figure as she licked her lips. It didn’t take long for her to cross the space and plant her hands on your hips. Her head dipped to kiss your neck, fingers teasing at the front of your shirt.
“Are you almost done?” Kate asked softly.
“Huh?”
She raised her thumb to brush, then pull down on your bottom lip. Her skin was now tacky with the drying lip balm. “I’m only going to kiss this off you.”
“Oh, it was just so I didn’t look out of place waiting,” you murmured, dropping the tube in your bag and turning in her arms.
“Good move, but it’s served its purpose,” she stated before capturing your lips.
You responded immediately, lips parting under hers and arms looping around her neck. There was barely a millimetre between you, Kate already pinning you with her hips against the counter. That didn’t stop you from trying to pull her closer, as if you could merge the pair of you.
As the kiss got more heated, Kate manoeuvred the pair of you until you were pushed up against lacquered wood, beside a cubicle door and purposely side on to the mirrors. She pulled back, a predatory grin on her face as she took in how flushed you were. A finger on your chin guided you to look at the pair of you in the mirror.
Your blush darkened, taking in how positively wrecked you looked already. Kate was still neatly put together as she pressed against you; only her lips reddened, and her hair slightly messy.
“I want you to keep your eyes on us. Watch as I slowly take you apart,” she purred against your neck, making sure she leaned in a way where you could see how erotic her lips moving against your skin was.
“Yes ma’am,” you quietly moaned, as her tongue peaked out to caress your throat.
It was a miracle you were still able to stand. Watching Kate slowly unbutton your shirt as she put on a show of kissing and nipping at your chest had your knees weak and every thought leaving your mind. She’d pulled the cup of your bra down, kneading at your breasts as she worked on what was sure to be an impressive hickey on your collarbone.
You were praising the autonomic nervous system at the first lap of her tongue over your nipple, otherwise it was quite possible you’d have forgotten to breathe, and your lungs would have halted.
So focused on watching her mouth, you completely missed the hand sneaking down to unbutton and slip under the waistband of your trousers. Fingers grazing against the barely covered sensitive bundle of nerves had your head flying back and eyes clamping shut.
“Eyes on us or I stop,” Kate threatened, dark eyes on your reflection, ensuring you complied.
“Sorry,” you panted, eyes flicking open and gaze locking with hers.
Kate kissed your nipple and slid her fingers under the lace and into your slick heat. “Good girl,” she praised, as she stroked inside you, feeling you clench around her.
She was relentless. Dual assault of mouth and fingers ensured your rapid approach to pleasure. The addition of being able to watch every little thing she did, every reaction you had to her and her responses, had you teetering on the edge in minutes.
The sound of approaching footsteps had you both tensing. You were begging them to stop, to turn around or walk straight past. Let me come, your body and mind screamed.
They didn’t stop.
Kate spurred into motion before the person had even begun to open the bathroom door, pushing you backwards into a cubicle. She grabbed your bag off the counter, dropping it beside you and locked the door behind her.
You barely had time to think with the speed Kate moved. Her fingers had returned to your folds before you’d even processed the sound of the door opening. Safely secluded in the cubicle, Kate had no qualms about getting back to her initial goal of getting you off. The lack of a mirror to properly watch you come was a shame, but she’s sure she could find somewhere just as good in the future.
“What are y—” you quietly hissed, only for Kate’s hand to slap over your mouth.
“Shush, baby. Be a good girl and come on my fingers, I know you can,” Kate commanded against your ear.
And God, wasn’t that the hottest thing?
Her quiet confidence always had you clenching around nothing, except this time, it wasn’t nothing. Her fingers were thrusting in you, obscene sounds thankfully muffled by your underwear and trousers, otherwise you’d probably have been caught instantly. She’d never been so commanding before, well, not out of work. You added it to the mental list of things you wanted to explore with her.
You didn’t get any further in your thoughts before Kate’s lips covered yours and swallowed your moans of pleasure as she used the now free hand to palm your breast. A thumb pressed against your clit, and a curl of fingers was all it took to throw you over the edge.
She held you upright, pinned to the cubicle wall as you shuddered under her. All thoughts of the woman in another cubicle hearing you were gone—too focused on the pleasure burning through your veins and through every nerve ending. You leaned further into Kate, head dropping to her shoulder as you panted, completely spent.
Kate pulled her hand out of your trousers and sucked her fingers clean.
“My turn?” you murmured against her neck, trailing your hand down her body to the hem of her pencil skirt.
“I—I’m not sure that’s wise,” she stuttered, shivering as your nails grazed the insides of her thighs.
You pulled her skirt up over her hips and traced along the lace edge of her panties while taking the sight of her in. You knew why she thought it wasn’t wise; she wasn’t the quietest in the bedroom. Making a decision, you yanked her panties down, holding them for her to step out of before pushing her against the wall.
“Maybe these will help you remember to be quiet,” you suggested.
Her eyes widened slightly as she realised what you meant, yet she didn’t hesitate to open her mouth. You pushed the lace between her lips, the red matching that of her cheeks as she blushed. Maybe that was another thing to add to the list in future, Kate clearly liked the idea of giving up control too.
With her mouth full, you dropped to your knees and made use of your own. She widened her stance, opening up to you without needing to be asked. You smirked up at her as you leaned forward to lick at her drenched folds. Her legs trembled as you all but consumed her. Although your knees weren’t best pleased, you loved being between Kate’s legs, tasting her, feeling her on your tongue and fingers as she crumbled around you.
It didn’t take long for her to begin crumbling. Her frame shook, her thighs tensed, and her hand pulled at your hair.
The sound of the taps just outside the cubicle had you freezing slightly. Kate’s whine was only just muffled by her underwear. You glared up at her with a stern look, making it clear that if she were any louder, you’d be pulling away.
You restarted your ministrations as the sound of the hand dryer drowned out everything else in the bathroom. A few more seconds, and the bathroom would be empty, and Kate could be as loud as she wanted. It was just a question of whether she’d last that long.
Kate’s body was already beginning to convulse, her clit beginning to throb against your tongue. You could see the focus on her face, jaw tight as she tried to hold herself back from making a sound.
As soon as the bathroom door shut, you leaned up and pulled the panties out of her mouth. You let them drop to the floor, hand groping at her breast, encouraging her to come on your lips. Intense pleasure streaked through her eyes like ribbons of gold. Body tied up in bows suddenly pulled to release their tense hold, containing orgasmic bliss.
Her moans echoed around the cubicle, no doubt spilling into the thankfully empty bathroom. You lapped at her, making sure to capture everything she gave you.
The hand previously on her breast had moved to pin her to the wall; that and your face were the only things keeping her from collapsing to the floor. Her head was lolled forward, eyelids closed as her chest heaved.
“You okay?” you checked before pressing a kiss to her thigh.
“Mhmm. That was good,” Kate hummed contentedly. “Always is.”
“I’m glad, now let’s get you home before you decide you want round two,” you joked, standing and pulling her skirt down.
She chuckled and pecked your lips, then responded, “Well, that’s a thought.”
“Not a chance.”
She pouted at you, but the twitch at the side of her mouth gave away that she was only playing. You rolled your eyes at her before bending to scoop up her panties and plop them in your bag. She raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t say a word as she followed you out of the cubicle.
“Let me clean you up?” She asked, pressing you against the counter as you reached for a tissue.
You nodded, letting her lift you to sit on the counter. She was gentle as she wiped your face with a wet tissue. She had made sure the water was warm, and she wasn’t pressing too harshly on your skin. Once clean, she grabbed the lip balm out of your bag. You had expected her to apply it to your lips, not her own.
She swiped the balm on, then puckered her lips. Once sure her lips were fully covered, she stepped closer, in between your legs, and kissed you, transferring some of the balm.
“There. Perfect!” She grinned and lifted you off the counter.
The pair of you stayed close, her arm not leaving your waist as she guided you out of the building and into the bright lights of London at night.
It wasn’t really a surprise that she started round two as soon as you got through the front door of her flat. Or that she had you spread on her dining table within minutes, not having the patience to pull you through to the bedroom. If you didn’t make it out of the kitchen until you’d both come a few more times, that was fine. It’s not like you had to be quiet and secretive at home anyway.
