Challenge 471: 5 Scott & Bailey Drabbles
Title: A Sticky Situation
Author: madampresident
Prompt: 471 Sticky
Fandom: Scott & Bailey
Pairing: Gill Murray/Rachel Bailey
Rating: M
Word Count: 100 each, 500 total
Prologue.
Rachel didn't remember leaving the second voicemail- she didn't remember the first one either, but it was the second one that had Gill thrown for a loop. The first one had been all Sherlock, figuring out where Hastings hid his diaries.
The second one she was drunker- or maybe she'd fallen asleep and woken back up. Her voice was husky and laden with sincerity and lust as she described in detail exactly what she wanted to do to the older woman.
Gill listened to it in bed again that night, dipping her fingers into herself. She gasped a moan, "Rachel..."
1.
"Sit your arse down." Gill snapped, pointing at the chair in front of her desk. Rachel heaved an aggrieved sigh and slumped into the chair. "You think I'm not on your side, kid. You're a twat. I'm always on your side. I'm in this sticky situation because of you- I chose to do it because of you, because I care about you, Rachel Bailey."
"You care about me." Rachel scoffed.
"Yeah, I do, kid."
"Yeah, well, I don't just care about you."
Gill held up a hand. "If you say it, you can't take it back."
"Yeah. Right... Night, boss."
2.
Rachel was seated at the bar, leant on her elbow and staring into her wine forlornly. Gill slid onto the stool next to the younger woman.
"Get us a drink." Gill nudged her with her shoulder.
Rachel held up her glass and pointed at Gill.
The bartender brought a glass and poured from the bottle Rachel had ordered. Gill nodded a thanks and took a sip and there was silence for a few long moments before Gill said, "it's not that I don't, you know."
"Sure." Rachel snorted.
"I just don't know what it would mean if I say it..."
3.
Rachel and Gill spilled out of the taxi. Gill leaned in through the window to pay for her leg of the trip.
Rachel put her hand on the small of Gill's back, steadying her as she helped her up the walkway. Gill had her keys in hand but she turned to Rachel and cupped her cheeks.
Gill leaned back against her front door and pulled Rachel in for a desperate kiss. Gill's lips were sticky with red wine and Rachel moaned against the soft lips.
Gill squeezed Rachel tightly.
Rachel waved over her shoulder, signalling for the taxi to leave.
4.
Rachel hovered over Gill; she searched her boss's eyes for any signs that she was uncertain but could see only desire. Rachel slipped her hand into Gill's pants, sliding through the older woman's wetness.
"Fuck." Gill cursed.
Rachel swirled her fingers over Gill's clit and Gill squirmed and writhed, clutching Rachel to her.
"Fuck, kid." Gill squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the waves of pleasure washing over her.
Rachel drew her fingers into her mouth, sticky with Gill's come. Gill whimpered, watching the tableau. Her whole body pulsed with arousal.
"Holy fuck." Gill chuckled, drawing Rachel into another languid kiss.
Author: madampresident
Prompt: 471 Sticky
Fandom: Scott & Bailey
Pairing: Gill Murray/Rachel Bailey
Rating: M
Word Count: 100 each, 500 total
Prologue.
Rachel didn't remember leaving the second voicemail- she didn't remember the first one either, but it was the second one that had Gill thrown for a loop. The first one had been all Sherlock, figuring out where Hastings hid his diaries.
The second one she was drunker- or maybe she'd fallen asleep and woken back up. Her voice was husky and laden with sincerity and lust as she described in detail exactly what she wanted to do to the older woman.
Gill listened to it in bed again that night, dipping her fingers into herself. She gasped a moan, "Rachel..."
1.
"Sit your arse down." Gill snapped, pointing at the chair in front of her desk. Rachel heaved an aggrieved sigh and slumped into the chair. "You think I'm not on your side, kid. You're a twat. I'm always on your side. I'm in this sticky situation because of you- I chose to do it because of you, because I care about you, Rachel Bailey."
"You care about me." Rachel scoffed.
"Yeah, I do, kid."
"Yeah, well, I don't just care about you."
Gill held up a hand. "If you say it, you can't take it back."
"Yeah. Right... Night, boss."
2.
Rachel was seated at the bar, leant on her elbow and staring into her wine forlornly. Gill slid onto the stool next to the younger woman.
"Get us a drink." Gill nudged her with her shoulder.
Rachel held up her glass and pointed at Gill.
The bartender brought a glass and poured from the bottle Rachel had ordered. Gill nodded a thanks and took a sip and there was silence for a few long moments before Gill said, "it's not that I don't, you know."
"Sure." Rachel snorted.
"I just don't know what it would mean if I say it..."
3.
Rachel and Gill spilled out of the taxi. Gill leaned in through the window to pay for her leg of the trip.
Rachel put her hand on the small of Gill's back, steadying her as she helped her up the walkway. Gill had her keys in hand but she turned to Rachel and cupped her cheeks.
Gill leaned back against her front door and pulled Rachel in for a desperate kiss. Gill's lips were sticky with red wine and Rachel moaned against the soft lips.
Gill squeezed Rachel tightly.
Rachel waved over her shoulder, signalling for the taxi to leave.
4.
Rachel hovered over Gill; she searched her boss's eyes for any signs that she was uncertain but could see only desire. Rachel slipped her hand into Gill's pants, sliding through the older woman's wetness.
"Fuck." Gill cursed.
Rachel swirled her fingers over Gill's clit and Gill squirmed and writhed, clutching Rachel to her.
"Fuck, kid." Gill squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the waves of pleasure washing over her.
Rachel drew her fingers into her mouth, sticky with Gill's come. Gill whimpered, watching the tableau. Her whole body pulsed with arousal.
"Holy fuck." Gill chuckled, drawing Rachel into another languid kiss.