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ktlsyrtis · 5 years

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Prompt: snuggle

Bernie tiptoes into the bedroom, still dark with the curtains drawn tight against the mid-morning sun. Placing a steaming mug of coffee on the nightstand, she sits gingerly on the edge of the bed beside the unmoving lump beneath the duvet.

She runs a hand gently over the covers, following the curves underneath until she hears an unintelligible grumble.

“Serena?” she whispers. Another vaguely pained grunt issues forth from the mound of bedding. “Serena, I brought you coffee.”

Reaching up Bernie slowly pulls back the edge of duvet. A tousled head of silver appears, a sculpted eyebrow and a red rimmed eye glaring balefully at her. She can’t help the chuckle that burbles out of her.

“Well hello there, sunshine. And how are we feeling this morning?” Serena’s other eye opens, just as foreboding as the first, and she tries unsuccessfully to pull the duvet free from Bernie’s grip.

“I’m never drinking again,” Serena croaks, closing her eyes again.

Bernie laughs at that, bites her lip at Serena’s wince. “I very much doubt that.”

Serena just groans and buries her face in the pillow. “Remind me again who decided shots were a good idea?”

They had, in fact, been Serena’s idea, shouted out to most of Albie’s after countless bottles of champagne and a kiss at midnight that had earned them a few catcalls from their coworkers. Not that Bernie’s about to remind her of it now.

“We need to get going soon,” she says instead, threading her fingers through Serena’s hair and scratching lightly at her scalp, pulling a grateful moan from her. “Jason and Greta are expecting us to take Gwen to the park.”

An arm snakes out from beneath the duvet, a hand blindly grasping at the edge of Bernie’s shirt and tugging.

“Don’t wanna,” Serena says sleepily. “Come back to bed?” Bernie grabs her hand, stops it from sliding beneath her top.

“Serena...”

“Please, Bernie? Just for a little while?”

She knows she should make Serena get up, drag her into the shower and pour a cup of coffee down her if they want to be on time. But she looks so adorably pathetic and Bernie’s always been weak for this ridiculous woman.

With a sigh, she tugs back the duvet and slips into the warm bed. Serena immediately wraps herself around Bernie like some sort of teddy bear, a leg resting across her thighs and an arm flung around her waist.

Serena nuzzles into the curve of her neck with a happy sigh. “Just ten minutes, promise.” Her voice is faint and Bernie can already feel her relaxing back toward sleep.

Settling her arm more comfortably around Serena’s back, Bernie tugs her a little closer, pressing a kiss against her hair and closing her eyes.

Ten minutes sounds pretty good.

#weekly berena fix #berena fix: snuggle #my fic #happy new year kids #begin as you mean to go on they say #I definitely wrote this on my phone #during a shibori workshop #surrounded by my students

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batnbreakfast · 5 years

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Tea, as it is widely known, is a good go-to beverage during distressing times. Therefore I decided to post the weekly Berena fix “tea” prompt one shot I wrote a while ago. It’s short and silly - not an ounce of canon or angst in sight.

Thanks a lot @danceswithcows01 for the quick editing! :)

#weekly berena fix #berena fix: tea #berena fanfic #berena #serena campbell #bernie wolfe #holby city

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lesbianishstuff · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Holby City Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe Characters: Serena Campbell, Bernie Wolfe, Jason Haynes Additional Tags: Fluffy, Cute, Kitty - Freeform, Cat, Jason gets a cat, Serena is reluctant Summary:

Olli, eight months old, neutered black kitten. A £25 re-homing fee applies. He comes with toys, litter box, and carrier. To approved home only. Call or email Dr. Berenice Wolfe, locuming on Keller.

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this-is-krikkit · 5 years

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and that's why friends should sleep in other beds

@weeklyberenafix | prompt: snuggle | ao3 link

Bernie Wolfe is not freaking out.

She just woke up, not completely sober yet, and realized that the arm that's slung over her waist and the hand that's clutching at her top are Serena's; that the co-F1, the very heterosexual co-F1 she's been crushing on for the past few months who just happens to be one of her closest friends, that Serena, is also breathing and lightly snoring into her neck, tiny puffs of air occasionally moving strands of Bernie's hair that tickle at the skin behind her right ear.

So, Bernie’s not freaking out right now. But it’s not exactly out of the realm of possibilities for the forseeable future.

She tries to relax her body into the mattress of the convertible sofa she's crashing on, casting a glance at Ric's –passed out on the floor amongst a few other friends, Ric– watch that's shimmering in the moonlight, and learns it’s still too early to wake everyone up and catch the first trains back home.

She can't help but feel excited that this is how she’s starting the year, getting to spend some time awake with a cuddly sleeping Serena McKinnie actually spooning her. And although there's a familiar wave of guilt showing its ugly head in the back of her mind, pointing out that she shouldn't be feeling this way and that she's abusing her friend’s trust by enjoying their current position, she's still tipsy enough that she can allow herself to keep it at bay.

Because, sure, this is a temporary thing and it's just Serena being her overly tactile self –a trait that might have been enhanced by all the drinking they've been doing on New Year's Eve. And of course it's projection on Bernie’s part, and of course she's over thinking what is normal, friendly, platonic behaviour to her flirt of a best friend.

Still, Bernie gets lost in thinking over the entire evening, and indulges her heart for a while.

She thinks back to the way Serena cheered louder than anyone else when Bernie finally showed up at Henrik's –later than planned because she'd been nervous about what to wear, of all reasons– and hugged her tight, like she hadn’t seen her in a while, like they hadn't been elbow deep into the same patient’s guts just hours before. And sure, Serena didn’t wait for Bernie to start drinking and she already wasn't herself by then; still, there is not enough alcohol in the world for Bernie to ever forget the look the brunette gave her as she pulled away, taking in the classy black jeans and the unusual cleavage on the extravagant top Bernie had been, up until that moment, so unsure of.

Then there's the fact that Serena kept passing her shots to Bernie, explaining to everyone around that the only reason she enjoys this holiday anyway is that it's the only time of the year it seems socially acceptable for young people to get drunk on wine instead of the stronger alcohols she dislikes so much. And more than that, there's the surprising blush that coloured the fierce woman's cheeks when Bernie joked that it was only an excuse to try and get her drunk, and Ric had overheard and added that it was probably just to get into her pants.

More and most importantly, however, was the kiss. The midnight kiss, the kiss Bernie had been so hoping to get from this one person in particular, that she stopped dancing around eleven thirty, to instead scan the room and hover somewhat close to Serena without it looking too suspicious. When excited voices started to echo in the small flat for everyone to regroup, she casually tapped on her friend's shoulder, pretending she'd only just noticed their proximity, and was greeted with a dazzling smile and another bone-crushing hug. By the time everyone was counting back from ten, the relatively tiny living room was crowded with guests and both women were standing with their arms touching in a corner of the room. Serena counted backwards with everyone, shouting numbers at the top of her lungs, and Bernie got lost in admiring the glee and excitement on her face. Until that face turned to look at her, and Bernie was momentarily confused as to why it was getting closer to hers.

She caught up a millisecond before contact, and turned her head slightly when she realized Serena's lips were about to land on hers. But instead of giving her the friendly peck on the cheek she was expecting, Serena smoothly hooked her hands behind Bernie's neck in a loose hug, gently turning her face back. And then, with an uncharacteristically timid smile and eyes shining in a way Bernie had never seen before, Serena got close again, and crashed their mouths together.

There was a second of total silence, of total blindness, of only Serena's lips on hers and her own heart pumping blood louder than she'd ever felt in her life. She thought it would be over then, but even as the shock wore off and the noise around them made itself known to her ears again, the pressure against her lips stayed on. And so she responded, one hand flat against the wall for support and the other shyly, lightly resting on the thick leather belt Serena was wearing around her waist, as she pushed back with everything she had.

Bernie runs hesitant fingertips on her lips as she remembers the feeling of that kiss, and the stunned, somewhat hazy look her friend had been sporting when they'd separated.

Serena had smiled and taken a step back, and they'd both immediately been engulfed in hugs from their surrounding friends, the odd display of affection obviously not disturbing any of their drunk friends. It was only a half hour later that they finally found each other again, and Serena resumed dancing with Bernie, and others, like nothing had happened. Forcing down the pain brought on by her friend’s nonchalance, Bernie played along.

They'd previously agreed to stay until about one, then get back together to their respective cars, still parked at Holby General. Bernie had suspected however, even before getting to the party, that neither of them would ever be sober enough by then to actually carry that plan out. And Serena only confirmed her prediction at five to one, by downing an entire flute like it was one of those vodka shots she dreaded so much and then proceeding to challenge Sacha Levy in a strictly champagne-oriented drinking contest.

So later, much later when they actually started to think about going home and realized there were no more public transportation, Henrik, always well-mannered even when tipsy, simply suggested they sleep here until morning like a few other guests had planned to do.

Bernie's not exactly clear on the details after that part, only remembers the apartment being suddenly near-empty of drunk F1s –the ones still in a party mood having relocated to the kitchen with the music, or to the bathroom to help a couple of sick undergraduates– and Serena proudly showing her the pull-out couch and immediately throwing herself on it so that they wouldn't have to sleep on futons, or the floor.

She does remember however, perching herself on the very edge of her side of the mattress in order to avoid being too close to Serena –the mere thought of being in such close contact after that kiss being too much for her intoxicated brain– and wonders how the hell they ended up like this, Serena wrapped around her from behind and fitting so well against her she wants to groan.

Serena mumbles something in her sleep and Bernie immediately tenses, afraid to move even an inch, and closes her eyes in case her friend might be waking up. Cuddling with your friend when you're both asleep is one thing, but realizing said friend has been lying awake in your embrace for an embarrassing amount of minutes? Bernie's pretty sure even flirt queen Serena McKinnie would find it odd.

But the shorter woman simply stirs in her sleep and breathes loudly a few times before she settles herself even more fully against the blonde, her chest and pelvis and legs molding themselves against the back of Bernie’s muscled body, her fist still clenching the fabric of Bernie's top just below her last ribs, tight enough to send a shiver running down her spine.

When Serena's breathing quiets back down to the light snoring from before, Bernie finally relaxes, and although she knows that Serena's not doing any of this intentionally, she tries to enjoy the moment itself, no matter how little it would mean to her friend and how much it means to her. So she sighs and closes her eyes as she carefully, slowly brings her hand down from where it was still tracing her own lips to graze over Serena's, and lets herself smile and imagine for a bit that they're anywhere but in the middle of a living room surrounded by other drunk future doctors all passed out from too much partying.

She opens her eyes when the contrast between fantasy and reality threatens to become too much for her heart, and immediately freezes when she notices a tall figure standing in the doorway.

But before she thinks of something to say or do to explain herself, she notices that Henrik isn't frowning, and he doesn't look shocked either. In fact, in the halo of light from the near-full moon, Bernie can even spot a rare, warm and genuine smile forming on his lips.

She does wonder which one of them drank the most, however, when she thinks she sees him wink at her before he walks away and back to his own room.

#Weekly Berena Fix #berena fix: snuggle #berena fanfic #berena #berena au #young berena #my stuff #this is the first berena fic i'm posting and i haven't edited anything please apologize any typo #i'm terrified to post this and idk why writing is FUN

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littlemisso · 5 years

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Weekly Berena Fix - Velvet and Sacrifice

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17393339/chapters/42388895

It’s another combined chapter - because reasons.

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#berena #weekly berena fix #Berena Fix: Velvet #berena fix: sacrifice

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ylizam · 5 years

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ficlet: I hope that it matters

@weeklyberenafix week 1: snuggle

Everything feels different. Her 800 thread count sheets. The duvet. Her pillows. (The floor when she crosses barefoot to the en suite; the slippers she finally locates, slips on, next to the bath. Soap on her hands. Between the webbing of her fingers, fastidious even when she's not at work.)

The lights in the bathroom feel like they're humming at the same frequency as her body. Her eyes are bloodshot, and her hair a fright. Skin sallow, dry, her entire face of caricature of itself in the mirror. She turns the taps. Splashes her face with cold water, over and over and over, unsure how long she's been standing here. Just wanting to feel--

"Serena."

Her feet feel damp. She looks down at the puddle of water spreading out around her. Her brain can't catch up to what she needs to do next: turn off the still-running water, dry her face, clean up the mess, put her slippers somewhere to dry. Everything feels equally urgent.

"Oh, darling," Bernie says, grabbing towels from the racks, and crouching down with a grunt to soak up the water on the floor.

Serena shakes off her fogginess, turns off the water. Steps out of her slippers. Bernie passes her a clean towel, and she pats her face with it. Hands it back to Bernie, who drops it onto the pile of towels on the floor. Serena sets her slippers on the counter to dry. Can't stop herself from glancing back down at the towels.

"I'll run a load of laundry in the morning," Bernie says.

"Thank you." Serena doesn't have the energy to apologize, to explain that she hadn't meant to make Bernie feel guilty about the mess, that she can clean it up herself just as well come morning. (She'll get up early. Put everything in the washing machine before Bernie wakes up. Ignore the bag of Elinor's dirty clothes propped up against the machine.) She lets Bernie lead her back into the bedroom, trying to distract herself with the sight of Bernie in boxer briefs and vest top and nothing else. "Did I know you were staying here tonight?"

Bernie smiles, but it doesn't stretch to her eyes. Serena feels a dull stab of guilt; she's done that to Bernie, let her sadness spill over until it's poisoned Bernie too. "I did ask," Bernie says, "But if you've--I can sleep on the sofa if you'd rather."

"No, no," Serena says, "Stay." She isn't sure whether she deserves the warmth of another body in bed with her, but Bernie looks--happy isn't right, but pleased, relieved? at Serena's answer, and she takes a small bit of comfort in that. In not doing the wrong thing again. Not lashing out, no matter how much her entire body boils over with the desire to make the whole world burn with her.

"Good."

They gravitate to their own sides--Bernie's small tube of hand cream still on the nightstand on her side, the book she'd started two weeks ago still dogeared and unfinished--and Serena wishes she could enjoy the fact that Bernie has a side of the bed. That Bernie has a place in her life, even now, even like this.

Serena leans over and presses a quick kiss to Bernie's mouth before lying down, there and gone before Bernie can fully reciprocate. She rolls onto her side. Facing away from Bernie because it's her comfortable side, but there's a sliver of her that's glad of the excuse not to see whatever expression is on Bernie's face (her mind cycles through the options: surprised happy sad disappointed confused angry it's all your fault Serena-- ). Serena closes her eyes.

"Love you," she says. She's determined to make sure Bernie knows. That she can be sure of this one incontrovertible truth. You never know what the morning will bring, after all; you don't know when death will sneak in during the night. And doesn't Serena know that better than most?

"I love you." Bernie's voice sounds sure. Honest. True. Serena feels the tears threatening at the back of her eyes, and she holds her spare pillow against her chest. Her entire body feels like it's going to crack open. She wonders if Bernie can sense it. Thinks she probably can; Serena doesn't deserve her compassion, her never-ending well of love and support, but can't quite bring herself to refuse it right now. (Maybe later. With the daylight to support her. Her work clothes as armor, and the work itself to keep her upright.)

Bernie curls up behind her--"may I?" in her kindest tone of voice; Serena's head shaking up and down, yes, but only if you mean it--and moves closer only at Serena's okay. Wraps an arm around Serena's waist. Presses a kiss to the back of Serena's neck, to her shoulder, to her ear, before resting her head on Serena's pillow. Holding Serena together against the shards building up inside her.

Serena doesn't sleep, and Bernie doesn't let go. She holds Serena, full stop, through the night.

[also available on AO3]

#a thing that i wrote #weekly berena fix #berena fix: snuggle #berena #&serena;#i love self destructive fucked up serena campbell #oh bernie #you really are the world's okayest lesbian #elinor campbell #or a mention thereof #i promise not all of my fills will be sad or whatever #no really i do #(no you're processing some grief lately #and it is completely bullshit btw #that lovely thing where grief refuses to behave in a linear and or logical manner)#grief for blacklisting

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weeklyberenafix · 2 months

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#Weekly Berena Fix #Berena Fix Pier #Prompt #Week 4 #Berena #Bernie Wolfe #Serena Campbell #Holby #Holby City

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squishmittenficfan · 3 months

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Erm, here’s a rather unexpected second chapter 😲

#berena #fanfic #my fic #weekly berena fix #berena fix simplicity

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fortytworedvines · 5 years

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Alarm

The blare of her alarm dragged Serena out of her blissful slumber. “Urrgggh,” she groaned as she buried her head into her pillow.

“Told you you should have had an earlier night,” a sleepy voice next to her remarked, and Serena turned to see warm brown eyes watching her, amused.

“Hmmph.” Serena said.

“Come on Campbell, up you get.”

“It’s not fair.”

Bernie rolled onto her back and stretched luxuriously before cuddling back into the duvet. “Mmm, lovely and warm.”

Serena brushed the mess of curls from Bernie’s forehead. “You could get up too? We could have breakfast together?”

“Not a chance.” Bernie’s toes poked Serena’s leg. “You’re going to be late if you stay in bed much longer.”

“Maybe I’ll call in sick,” Serena said, and dropped a soft kiss to Bernie’s lips.

“Like hell you will,” Bernie retorted. “Shoo.”

“It’s not fair.”

“Yes, you’ve said that already. It’s entirely your own fault you know; you did the rotas for this month.”

Serena sat up reluctantly. “What was I thinking?”

“You were thinking about being a responsible consultant.”

“Instead of lovely mornings in bed with my gorgeous and annoyingly smug girlfriend.”

Bernie laughed, reached out to hug Serena tightly. “Silly you. Go on, up you get. And maybe, if you’re very lucky, there’ll be something special waiting for you when you get home later.”

Serena pulled on her dressing gown and stood up. Bernie looked up at her and winked.

Serena grinned. “I’ll see you later, then.”

“Aye aye.”

@weeklyberenafix

#weekly berena fix #berena fix:jealousy #berena #flufffffff #yes i did take the angsty prompt and turn it into fluff yay #my fic #ficlet

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hartkinsao3 · 2 months

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Weekly Berena Fix 2024 Week 5: Leap

#Weekly Berena Fix #Berena Fix: Leap #Berena #Bernie Wolfe #Serena Campbell

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daisydoctor13 · 5 years

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Fic: All that glitters

Weekly Berena Fix 3: Jealousy

The annual Holby Stars Awards night was upon them and Bernie frowned. She didn’t like this sort of thing, long speeches and uncomfortable dresses. At least for this she was in a suit, rather than feeling like Marcus’ dolled-up arm candy. It was the only comfort she would have though, because she was about to spend the evening with Serena, no doubt looking beautiful and flirting with everyone.

It might not be with any intention on Serena’s part, but Bernie always felt a hot stab of jealousy whenever someone returned the favour, with a lecherous smile and a hand where it shouldn’t be. The only problem was, Bernie had absolutely no right to be jealous.

She kicked herself almost every day, for her line. “I think we should toast our undeniable sexual chemistry, and say no more about it.”

Like she could forget it ever happened. And now, somehow, she’d been talked into being Serena’s date for the evening. Well, she knew exactly how it had happened - she was incapable of denying that woman anything.

“What’s this then?” Serena peered over her shoulder at the card Bernie was frowning at.

“Invitation to Holby Stars. I think you’ve got one too,” she gestured to Serena’s side of the desk, where a similar envelope lay.

“The trauma unit has been nominated for an award,” she stated plainly but Serena grinned.

“That’s brilliant!”

“Not really,” Bernie grumbled. “It means I can’t have an excuse not to go.”

“Oh, come on, it will be fun! An evening to get dressed up, drink whatever wine the board have allowed on the budget. Let your hair down after a rough year. Anyway, I need a date. Ric’s my go to at these things but he’s rather smitten with Francoise at the moment.”

Bernie’s head flicked up at the word date, and Serena was looking at her so fervently. She had one last, weak attempt at refusal.

“What about Robbie?”

Serena’s face soured, and she glanced down.

“I, uh, I actually broke it off again. You know, nothing had really changed. Please, I could do with a drink and a dance and not mentioning his name.”

Bernie nodded, reluctant but buoyed by the recent revelation.

Serena’s new found single life was worse, Bernie had decided. She could have coped with her going back to the man she had loved, almost moved in with. The thought of seeing her talk to new potential flames made her sick, and she hated that feeling. It wasn’t like her, and it couldn’t be her if she was going to maintain this friendship without making a complete fool of herself.

The taxi pulled up and she slipped in to the back. Serena pressed a kiss to her cheek and she faltered, enraptured by her delicate perfume.

“it won’t be that bad, you know. At least it’s only people from the hospital, and the board members. Not like a fundraiser where you have to schmooze money out of people.”

Serena mistook her hesitation for being worried about the evening. She gave a tight smile and nodded, grateful for the excuse.

They arrived at the venue, and Serena shook off her jacket to leave in the cloakroom. Bernie stalled slightly at the sight, an off the shoulder deep blue gown which clung to her curves delightfully. The bodice was covered in delicate sparkles, which matched with the necklace and earrings, drawing Bernie’s eyes up over her neck. She was too stunned to notice that Serena’s eyes were similarly appreciating her well fitted blouse and slim, tapered trousers.

The meal was a bit of a blur, the AAU team were seated together and the conversation was flowing as freely as the wine. Bernie was glad she was trying to limit her intake a little when the awards were given and she was suddenly in the spotlight.

“And the winner of the Innovation category goes to Ms. Wolfe and the Trauma Unit on AAU,” Henrik announced, and the applause started, loudest on their table with Fletch leading some very loud whistling. Serena nudged her to stand and accept the award.

“Um, thank you. I don’t really know what to say, but I’ll keep it short, I know we all want to get to the bar. The team has worked so incredibly hard to make the unit a success and I’m very proud of you all. Trauma is a unique challenge and you’ve all risen to it so well,” she paused, searching out a face in the crowd and holding eye contact with a smile. “And Serena, this wouldn’t have happened without you. Thank you for your support, your belief in the unit and in me. It means more than you could possibly imagine.”

She ducked her head and returned to the table with the small plaque. She was gathered into a hug by Serena, but she didn’t miss the significant look passing between Fletch and Raf. She blushed slightly, hoping that her expressions of gratitude hadn’t been too overboard.

Bernie frowned into her drink as the man talking to Serena slipped a hand around her waist, guiding her towards the dance floor. For what felt like the hundredth time that evening, she told herself to stop being silly, but the way Serena was smirking at whatever had been murmured in her ear was leaving a sour taste in her mouth. She knocked back the whiskey but it didn’t help.

“Easy there Ms. Wolfe,” Dom appeared beside her as she indicated to the bartender for a refill. “Surely you’re not drowning your sorrows? Or are you working up the courage for something...or someone?”

Her eyes involuntarily flicked towards Serena, and Dom’s grin dropped. “Ah. Fancy a breath of fresh air?”

They moved out to the balcony and she leaned against it, breathing in the air to try and clear her head.

“So, you like Serena, huh?”

She nodded and sighed. “I think it’s a bit more than that, but I’ve shot myself in the foot.”

He looked at her questioningly. “You know, you can’t just assume she’s straight because she was married. I’ve always thought she might bat for both teams if you catch my drift.”

She let out a small chuckle and turned to him. He was an unlikely confidante, considering his love of gossip, but she trusted him.

“That’s not the problem, well, it sort of is. Look, you can’t tell anyone, I don’t want to embarrass her. We kissed, but I’m sure she regretted it and so we said no more about it and she’s moved on.”

“Really?”

“It was just emotions and we’d finished operating on Fletch and I don’t really know what came over me and”

“No, I mean, you really think she regretted it and has moved on?”

“Well, yes. Look.” She gestured to where they could see Serena, still dancing with the same man from before.

“She doesn’t look like she’s enjoying it as much as he is. And she keeps looking around. I bet you anything it’s for you.”

Bernie looked again, this time focusing on Serena, on how she was holding herself a little more formally, as if at work. How the smile was tight and didn’t reach her eyes. How her gaze was roaming around the room.

“What was it you said to me on the bench? How wonderful life could be if only you were brave enough. Well here’s your chance.”

He patted her on the arm and looked sternly at her until she nodded.

“Good, now if we’re done here, there’s a gorgeous paediatric registrar that’s been catching my eye all evening. And no offence, but hanging around with a lovely blonde like yourself is probably giving off the wrong signals.”

She rolled her eyes as he disappeared back into the room, then turned and looked out over the grounds of the hotel. She could feel the itch of a cigarette craving as she pondered Dom’s words.

She was interrupted by a gentle hand on her back.

“I’d wondered where you disappeared off to.” Serena’s voice sent a shiver through her. She leaned beside Bernie, arms touching. “A penny for them?”

“Admiring the view, that’s all. It had got a bit stuffy inside.”

“Definitely, not much chance of personal space in there.”

Not that there was much more now for Bernie, who was all to aware of how close Serena was to her. She hummed in agreement, not quite sure how to proceed.

“Has Dom been trying to wingman you?” Serena broke the silence and Bernie tilted her head confused. “I saw him chatting with you, thought maybe he was trying to set you up with someone.”

“Oh, right. Something like that, but I’m not sure it’s the right time for me. How about you? Anyone caught your eye?”

She tried to relax as much as possible, a conversation as an interested friend, nothing more. She couldn’t ignore the knot in her stomach though.

“Well, maybe,” the knot tightened. “But I don’t think they’ve noticed me.”

She scoffed. “I’m sure they have, with you looking, well...amazing.”

She trailed off, the compliment slipping free before she could stop it. She turned her head towards Serena, it was true. She did look amazing, a slight flush from the alcohol, gold eyeshadow which made her eyes sparkle and crimson lips which hadn’t faded throughout the night.

“Well, you should go for it. You never know unless you try,” she didn’t miss the irony in saying those words. Serena looked almost sad as she held Bernie’s gaze. Somehow the world around them disappeared, the only thing connecting Bernie to reality was the cold stone of the balcony.

“I am trying,” she took a step closer and placed a hand on Bernie’s shoulder. It dawned on her what Serena meant. That she was the one that hadn’t noticed Serena. Which was laughable, because Bernie felt like she’d done nothing but notice her since they’d first kissed.

“But, but what about...” she gestured to encapsulate what she meant. The kiss, the conversation, the keeping it confined to theatre.

“I couldn’t forget about it. I tried, I got back together with Robbie, but nothing was the same. Every day I remembered that kiss, but you never said anything, I thought you’d got over it, put it down to the emotions of the day or whatever.”

“No, Serena, no. All I’ve done is think about it. And seeing you with Robbie, or tonight with that man flirting and dancing with you, it was terrible because I wanted to be them. I thought you just wanted to stay friends.”

“I know I said you’d terrified me, that I’d never been more than friends with a woman, but these past few months I’ve realised. It’s a good kind of scared, and I want more. I want you.”

She was moving before she had time to think, meeting Serena in the middle and pressing their lips together. It deepened, and she felt Serena’s hand cradle her head. She reveled in this kiss, the way it felt so right, as it had done before. Except this time there was no fear, no pulling back. What stopped them was an involuntary shiver from Serena, reminding them of their surroundings.

“Do you think it’s an acceptable time to leave?” Bernie mused, leading Serena into the hall.

“Oh, can’t we have a dance first, Ms. Wolfe?” She found herself being pulled into the middle of the room as a slower song came on.

Serena tentatively linked their hands, pulling her closer.

“Did I say how gorgeous you look in that suit?”

She shook her head, unable to find words as Serena wound her arms around her waist.

“Not as good as you in this dress,” she managed, running a finger delicately over her exposed collar bone. She caught sight of Dom behind them, presumably with the registrar and he gave her a wink.

What made her chuckle was the sight of Ric, dancing with Francoise but doing nothing to hide his apparent shock when he caught sight of them. Serena raised an eyebrow and he quickly turned away. She stepped closer to Bernie and murmured in her ear.

“Ignore him, he’s just jealous that we’re the most attractive couple in the room.”

Bernie honked her laughter, burying it in Serena’s shoulder to try and prevent too many eyes on them, before lifting her head and placing a delicate kiss on Serena’s lips.

“Okay, we’ve danced, now please can we leave?”

Serena smirked and raised an eyebrow.

“Your place or mine?”

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