Fic: Rescue Me (SOS) (3/4)
Title: Rescue Me (SOS) (3/4)
Author: pasiphile
Beta: percygranger
Pairing: Severine Moran/Jen Moriarty (fem!Moran/fem!Moriarty)
Status: finished
Rating: explicit
Warnings kinks and contents: stalking, explicit language, explicit sex
Length: 2823 (14.520 total)
Summary: Going home with crazy-eyed brunettes you’ve only known for five minutes is never a good idea. Not even if they’re fascinating and sizzling hot and more than a little bit… unusual.
Jen didn’t show up again.
Which was a good thing, really. It had been a fun diversion but it couldn’t last, she had to get back to real life.
Even if it did mean mind-numbingly dull police reports for her fuckwits of clients, which weren’t nearly interesting enough to squash that tiny wondering voice in the back of her mind.
When questioned, the suspect replied that he “didn’t know nothing about any theft” and -
What exactly was that supposed to mean, anyway, all or nothing? Regular sex? Going on dates? Or giving up her earthly possessions and joining the Cult of Jen, because God knew her ego was big enough for it.
The suspect then proceeded to resist arrest by hitting PC Turner in the stomach -
And was this it? Had she blown her chance? Would Jen try to find someone else now? Not a very nice thought, that one.
to which PC Hathaway reacted with trying to wrestle the suspect to the ground, trying to limit the physical damage -
She blinked at her papers. The writing was getting more illegible and the whole thing was a bust anyway, the kid had a rap sheet a mile long. Although she could probably twist this into an unnecessary force thing, but she needed a clear mind for that, and the image of Jen in underwear dancing on the forefront of her mind wasn’t really helping matters.
She closed the folder and sighed, ran her hands over her face. Jen. She had shown up everywhere, but there was no way of tracking her down. She knew nothing about the woman, not even a last name. Where would she spend her Friday nights?
Well, not in a dingy basement flat in Croydon, that was for sure. Sev dumped the file on the heap of other files and pulled off her shirt. What were the things Jen liked? Well, the first time she’d been drinking and picking up women, right? So why not try that?
Sev pulled on a tight top and grinned at her reflection.
***
She cruised a lot of clubs in the next few nights. Looking for dark hair, pale skin, a smile that stopped her heart. From club to club, some a little seedy, some flashy and expensive and hard to get into, and everything in between. The one tonight was one on the high end of the spectrum, dark and stylish and filled with gorgeous people, and it had seemed exactly the sort of place Jen would visit. The place she thought Jen would visit, because let’s face it, she knew practically nothing about the damn woman.
And yet, in some stupidly poetic way, it felt like she had known Jen for ages, and the other way around as well. Stupid, utterly ridiculous romantic shite.
And yet here she was again, scanning the crowd like an obsessed love-sick teenager.A couple of dark-haired women tonight, but not the one -
Wait.
She put down her drink and circled the dance floor. Yes, it was Jen, no mistake. Pressed up against another woman, hands buried in her hair. And the stranger had her paws all over Jen's arse and even from this distance she could see her laugh, could see the way the were moulded to each other, like -
Sev pushed aside the couple nearest to her and shouldered her way through the crowd to where Jen was dancing. She didn't even look around, even though she must have noticed Sev coming up.
Sev took Jen's shoulder and pulled her off forcefully. The other woman - brunette, twenties, pretty but nothing extraordinary - pulled an affronted face.
'Excuse me, we were - '
'Piss off,' Sev snarled, baring her teeth.
Even over the throbbing music she could hear Jen's laugh, loud and delighted. Sev didn't look at her, just pulled her along, through the dancing couples straight to the bathroom. She threw the other woman inside and blocked the door.
Placed both her hands flat against the wood. Bowed her head. What the fuck had she been thinking? Since when did she get jealous?
'That worked better than I thought it would,' Jen said, still laughing.
Sev looked over her shoulder. 'Why - ' she started, frustrated beyond belief.
Jen licked her lips. The lights were pretty bad, but she could still see those dark eyes. ‘Changed your mind after all?’ Jen asked, and the following smile was honestly demonic. ‘Because darling, I never settle for anything less than I want.’
Sev grabbed Jen around the waist, swung her around, and slammed her hard against the door.
'Fine,' she muttered in between heated kisses, Jen's fingers clawing at her neck. 'Fine, you have me, got it, don't do that again.'
She didn’t bother with hands. She didn’t even bother removing any clothing, she just pulled Jen as close as she could, and they ended up rutting against each other with all the finesse and skill of horny teenagers.
Not that Jen seemed to mind, judging by the way she was half-panting half-laughing in Sev’s ear. ‘Say it again,’ she said, when Sev was starting to tremble with the first signs of approaching orgasm. ‘Say it.’
Sev buried her nose underneath Jen’s ear. ‘You have me,’ she gasped.
Jen’s nails dug into her neck. ‘I have you,’ she said, and the finality in her voice should’ve been some kind of warning, but as Sev shook and cursed in Jen’s arms - and as Jen did the same against her - she couldn’t care less.
Eventually their breathing calmed down. Sev straightened up a little, putting a hand against the door in support.
Jen was leaning against the crook of her shoulder, still giggling softly. She slid her hand underneath Sev’s shirt and stroked the bottom of her ribcage. ‘What about I take you back to mine, Severine? Really, this time.’ She nudged her nose against Sev’s jaw. ‘I want to see what you look like spread out on my sheets.’
She didn’t wait for an answer, but took Sev’s hand and pulled her along.
Outside a small crowd was waiting, with expressions ranging from amused to affronted. Jen strode past them, nose in the air, like a queen past a cheering crowd, but Sev grinned back cheerfully.
***
‘Bloody hell,’ she said, when she saw Jen’s house.
‘Impressed?’ She opened the door and ushered Sev inside.
‘A bit. I thought only oil sheiks and movie stars could afford these places.’ She looked around curiously. The chandelier sparkled. The floors gleamed.
‘And me, of course.’ She took Sev’s hand again - like a dog on a leash - and pulled her up the stairs. ‘There is nothing I can’t afford.’
There were paintings on the wall, too. They looked strange, and old. Probably original. So Jen was rich, disgustingly wealthy, and Sev was willing to bet it wasn’t just an inheritance. Heiresses didn’t have knives strapped to their thighs.
Jen’s bedroom looked like a boudoir from the better class of romance novel. The bed was a four-poster one, king sized, with pale sheets and a huge amount of pillows. There were several large wardrobes and cabinets and a large chest of drawers next to the window, but Sev found her eye drawn again and again to the bed.
Jen spinned around and pulled her hair back from her neck. ‘Unzip me, will you?’
Sev blinked and got back to earth. ‘So, all that talk about jobs and being of use to you, was that just to get into my knickers?’ She pulled down the zip, revealing the curve of her spine, the straps of her bra.
‘Hardly.’ She turned around again and stepped out of the dress. Black underwear this time, satin instead of lace. ‘I’ve been looking for someone like you for a long time. You were just the first one that ticked all the boxes. And - ‘ she licked her lips, ‘the sex is just an added bonus.’
‘Right. So, how much do I earn?’ she asked, tearing her eyes away from Jen’s breasts. Damn, they were distracting.
‘We’ll leave the shoptalk till tomorrow, shall we? I want your full attention when we discuss terms.’
‘What makes you think I - ‘
‘Darling,’ Jen interrupted her. ‘You haven’t been able to look me in the face for longer than two seconds. Now undress and get on the bed.’
Sev had pulled her shirt over her head before she could even think about it. She narrowed her eyes at Jen, who was smirking triumphantly. ‘You could say please.’
‘I could,’ she agreed. ‘I won’t, though.’
‘Bossy little thing, aren’t you?’ Sev wriggled out of her skintight jeans and Jen’s eyebrows went up.
‘No underwear? Tart.’
‘Pot, kettle. I saw the way you dance. Or should I say mate?’ She put a knee onto the bed. On the other side, Jen mirrored her.
‘I’m not the shy type,’ Jen said. She crawled closer, wrapped an arm around Sev’s waist. ‘Maybe you’ve noticed.’
They kissed. Jen’s fingers drifted feather-light over her back, to her hips and down, stopping once again on the scar. She drew back. ‘You will tell me where you got this, eventually,’ she said softly.
Sev bit her lip. ‘But not tonight.’
‘Not tonight,’ Jen echoed. Respecting her boundaries, and wasn’t that odd after all those other lines she had crossed without hesitation?
Sev traced Jen’s mouth. ‘You don’t make sense.’
Jen smiled again. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment, shall I?’
And then, suddenly, Sev was on her back, Jen on all fours above her. ‘How the hell did you - ‘
‘I’m also fast.’ She bent down and licked a straight line from the bottom of Sev’s breastbone to her throat. ‘And unpredictable,’ she murmured against Sev’s throat.
Sev put a hand on the small of her back. ‘And you like to be on top.’
Jen laughed. ‘Sweetie, I like a lot of things.’ She went down, hot breath against Sev’s stomach.
Sev clutched at Jen’s shoulders. She’d never before wanted someone with quite this intensity, all other people she’d shagged paled in comparison.
'We're going to play a game,' Jen said from somewhere in the vicinity of Sev's hipbone. 'It's called how many different ways can I make you come in one night. Doesn't that sound fun?'
Sev laughed, breathless, because really.
***
Sev was lying spread-eagled on the bed. She’d never felt so completely sated in her life. Everything was warm and fluffy and nice and not even the various bitemarks and aching muscles were enough to pull her from it. It was how she imagined being high felt, not a care in the world, just - floating.
Jen was rummaging around in the bathroom. Sev found she didn’t particularly care what Jen was doing, as long as she was allowed to stay in bed. But Jen wouldn’t kick her out now, would she? No, she had said something about in the morning. So it was all good.
Bare feet padded on the wooden floor. Sev rolled her head lazily and watched Jen approach. She stopped at the edge and gave Sev a strange, predatory look.
Sev closed her eyes. Tiredness was creeping up on her, and she didn’t want to start analysing Jen right now. Besides, she doubted she could do that even if she was awake and alert.
The bed dipped and Jen curled around Sev, an arm around her waist, her head in the crook of Sev’s shoulder.
It was probably the nicest way she had ever fallen asleep.
***
She woke up, rolled her head, and saw Jen traipsing around the room in her underwear. Sev blinked. Maybe she was still dreaming?
But then she moved and pain shot up her limbs and lower back and she groaned. Harsh reality it was.
Jen swivelled and smiled at her. ‘Bit sore?’
‘A bit, yeah.’ She sat up and stretched, joints popping. She hadn’t felt this worn out since uni and those damn competitions. ‘You mentioned terms?’
‘Already?’ Jen raised her eyebrows. ‘You’re awake enough for that?’
‘Morning person.’ She cracked her neck. ‘You want me to work for you? As what?’
Jen cocked her head, and then she crossed to the bed and sat down cross-legged. ‘A bodyguard, primarily. You know how to fight - Krav Maga, was it?’
‘And a black belt in Jiu Jitsu, yeah.’
‘And you’re astonishingly good with firearms, so that shouldn’t be a problem. The lawyering will come in handy as well. Apart from that...’ She waved her hand. ‘Anything that strikes my fancy.’
‘And what exactly is it you do? Sev asked slowly.
Jen grinned. ‘Darling, what don’t I do?’
‘Legal?’
‘Really not.’
She had suspected as much. But what the hell, Sev had never been that good at following rules anyway. ‘Okay. How much?’
‘Move in here and you get access to my bank accounts. Which means, as much as you want.’
It took a few seconds before those words sank in. Jen raised an eyebrow and watched her splutter. ‘You want me to move in - are you mental? We’ve known each other for - ‘
‘Three months.’
‘You following me around and breaking into my flat does not mean knowing.’
Jen rolled her eyes. ‘Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t move in here.’
‘Because I value my independence.’
‘So?’ Jen trailed a finger over Sev’s forearm. ‘It’s not like I’m going to chain you to the bed. You can have your own room, this place is large enough. And you can keep your own bank account, if you want, put some money in there, if it makes you feel more secure.’
‘I don’t -’ Sev said hoarsely.
Jen cocked her head. ‘Yes?’
‘I’ll consider it.’
‘Splendid.’ Jen threw her leg over Sev’s hips and kissed her, which would be all nice and well if she hadn’t just spent the entire night getting her brains fucked out.
Sev pulled her off by the scruff of her neck. ‘What, again? You’re bloody insatiable.’
‘Don’t tell me you can’t keep up,’ Jen said, with an adorable little pout.
Sev flipped them around and yanked Jen’s pants down. ‘Pro-tip,’ she growled. ‘Don’t challenge me.’
Jen arched up into Sev’s hand. ‘If it leads you to doing this every time I might - ‘ She gasped as Sev pushed three fingers at once inside of her, no preparation or gentleness. She gaped like a goldfish, nails digging into Sev’s shoulders.
‘You might?’ Sev asked, leaning over Jen’s throat.
‘I might not follow that advice. God, darling.’ She reached up and grabbed hold of Sev’s face, pulling her in for a savage kiss.
Nevermind that she was still sore, that her shoulder was aching, seeing Jen curse when she came, writhing beneath Sev’s weight, was very much worth it.
‘Just for the record,’ Sev said, while Jen was still panting. ‘You’re not paying me to fuck you.’
Jen’s eyes focused on Sev’s face, pupils huge. ‘No. No, that bit’s a... mm, an extra.’
‘Then I’m in.’ She leaned down and buried her nose beneath Jen’s jaw, taking in that amazing scent. Less perfume, more soap and shampoo, still intoxicating.
‘Good girl.’ Jen’s delicate little hand came up to rest on Sev’s head, fingers combing through her hair.
‘Yes, boss.’
***
Sev moved in the week after.
It didn’t make much sense, as far as life-changing decisions went. It went against everything she believed in, everything she was. Giving everything to a woman she barely knew, who was criminally insane besides? Sev must be as mad as Jen herself.
But she’d taken one good look at Jen the morning after, sweaty and smirking and devious and beautiful, and made her decision there and then. Fuck caution and common sense, she wanted this. And if it meant giving up life as she knew it, well, it was hardly like that was such a great loss, was it?
So she had turned up on Monday, without warning, two heavy bags slung over her shoulders. Jen had opened the door and smiled, that understated private one Sev had only seen once or twice before, and had ushered Sev in with a kiss on her cheek. Bought and sold. If Jen had asked her then to sign a contract in her own blood she would have done it, no hesitation.
All or nothing. But then again she had always loved to gamble.
Author: pasiphile
Beta: percygranger
Pairing: Severine Moran/Jen Moriarty (fem!Moran/fem!Moriarty)
Status: finished
Rating: explicit
Warnings kinks and contents: stalking, explicit language, explicit sex
Length: 2823 (14.520 total)
Summary: Going home with crazy-eyed brunettes you’ve only known for five minutes is never a good idea. Not even if they’re fascinating and sizzling hot and more than a little bit… unusual.
Jen didn’t show up again.
Which was a good thing, really. It had been a fun diversion but it couldn’t last, she had to get back to real life.
Even if it did mean mind-numbingly dull police reports for her fuckwits of clients, which weren’t nearly interesting enough to squash that tiny wondering voice in the back of her mind.
When questioned, the suspect replied that he “didn’t know nothing about any theft” and -
What exactly was that supposed to mean, anyway, all or nothing? Regular sex? Going on dates? Or giving up her earthly possessions and joining the Cult of Jen, because God knew her ego was big enough for it.
The suspect then proceeded to resist arrest by hitting PC Turner in the stomach -
And was this it? Had she blown her chance? Would Jen try to find someone else now? Not a very nice thought, that one.
to which PC Hathaway reacted with trying to wrestle the suspect to the ground, trying to limit the physical damage -
She blinked at her papers. The writing was getting more illegible and the whole thing was a bust anyway, the kid had a rap sheet a mile long. Although she could probably twist this into an unnecessary force thing, but she needed a clear mind for that, and the image of Jen in underwear dancing on the forefront of her mind wasn’t really helping matters.
She closed the folder and sighed, ran her hands over her face. Jen. She had shown up everywhere, but there was no way of tracking her down. She knew nothing about the woman, not even a last name. Where would she spend her Friday nights?
Well, not in a dingy basement flat in Croydon, that was for sure. Sev dumped the file on the heap of other files and pulled off her shirt. What were the things Jen liked? Well, the first time she’d been drinking and picking up women, right? So why not try that?
Sev pulled on a tight top and grinned at her reflection.
***
She cruised a lot of clubs in the next few nights. Looking for dark hair, pale skin, a smile that stopped her heart. From club to club, some a little seedy, some flashy and expensive and hard to get into, and everything in between. The one tonight was one on the high end of the spectrum, dark and stylish and filled with gorgeous people, and it had seemed exactly the sort of place Jen would visit. The place she thought Jen would visit, because let’s face it, she knew practically nothing about the damn woman.
And yet, in some stupidly poetic way, it felt like she had known Jen for ages, and the other way around as well. Stupid, utterly ridiculous romantic shite.
And yet here she was again, scanning the crowd like an obsessed love-sick teenager.A couple of dark-haired women tonight, but not the one -
Wait.
She put down her drink and circled the dance floor. Yes, it was Jen, no mistake. Pressed up against another woman, hands buried in her hair. And the stranger had her paws all over Jen's arse and even from this distance she could see her laugh, could see the way the were moulded to each other, like -
Sev pushed aside the couple nearest to her and shouldered her way through the crowd to where Jen was dancing. She didn't even look around, even though she must have noticed Sev coming up.
Sev took Jen's shoulder and pulled her off forcefully. The other woman - brunette, twenties, pretty but nothing extraordinary - pulled an affronted face.
'Excuse me, we were - '
'Piss off,' Sev snarled, baring her teeth.
Even over the throbbing music she could hear Jen's laugh, loud and delighted. Sev didn't look at her, just pulled her along, through the dancing couples straight to the bathroom. She threw the other woman inside and blocked the door.
Placed both her hands flat against the wood. Bowed her head. What the fuck had she been thinking? Since when did she get jealous?
'That worked better than I thought it would,' Jen said, still laughing.
Sev looked over her shoulder. 'Why - ' she started, frustrated beyond belief.
Jen licked her lips. The lights were pretty bad, but she could still see those dark eyes. ‘Changed your mind after all?’ Jen asked, and the following smile was honestly demonic. ‘Because darling, I never settle for anything less than I want.’
Sev grabbed Jen around the waist, swung her around, and slammed her hard against the door.
'Fine,' she muttered in between heated kisses, Jen's fingers clawing at her neck. 'Fine, you have me, got it, don't do that again.'
She didn’t bother with hands. She didn’t even bother removing any clothing, she just pulled Jen as close as she could, and they ended up rutting against each other with all the finesse and skill of horny teenagers.
Not that Jen seemed to mind, judging by the way she was half-panting half-laughing in Sev’s ear. ‘Say it again,’ she said, when Sev was starting to tremble with the first signs of approaching orgasm. ‘Say it.’
Sev buried her nose underneath Jen’s ear. ‘You have me,’ she gasped.
Jen’s nails dug into her neck. ‘I have you,’ she said, and the finality in her voice should’ve been some kind of warning, but as Sev shook and cursed in Jen’s arms - and as Jen did the same against her - she couldn’t care less.
Eventually their breathing calmed down. Sev straightened up a little, putting a hand against the door in support.
Jen was leaning against the crook of her shoulder, still giggling softly. She slid her hand underneath Sev’s shirt and stroked the bottom of her ribcage. ‘What about I take you back to mine, Severine? Really, this time.’ She nudged her nose against Sev’s jaw. ‘I want to see what you look like spread out on my sheets.’
She didn’t wait for an answer, but took Sev’s hand and pulled her along.
Outside a small crowd was waiting, with expressions ranging from amused to affronted. Jen strode past them, nose in the air, like a queen past a cheering crowd, but Sev grinned back cheerfully.
***
‘Bloody hell,’ she said, when she saw Jen’s house.
‘Impressed?’ She opened the door and ushered Sev inside.
‘A bit. I thought only oil sheiks and movie stars could afford these places.’ She looked around curiously. The chandelier sparkled. The floors gleamed.
‘And me, of course.’ She took Sev’s hand again - like a dog on a leash - and pulled her up the stairs. ‘There is nothing I can’t afford.’
There were paintings on the wall, too. They looked strange, and old. Probably original. So Jen was rich, disgustingly wealthy, and Sev was willing to bet it wasn’t just an inheritance. Heiresses didn’t have knives strapped to their thighs.
Jen’s bedroom looked like a boudoir from the better class of romance novel. The bed was a four-poster one, king sized, with pale sheets and a huge amount of pillows. There were several large wardrobes and cabinets and a large chest of drawers next to the window, but Sev found her eye drawn again and again to the bed.
Jen spinned around and pulled her hair back from her neck. ‘Unzip me, will you?’
Sev blinked and got back to earth. ‘So, all that talk about jobs and being of use to you, was that just to get into my knickers?’ She pulled down the zip, revealing the curve of her spine, the straps of her bra.
‘Hardly.’ She turned around again and stepped out of the dress. Black underwear this time, satin instead of lace. ‘I’ve been looking for someone like you for a long time. You were just the first one that ticked all the boxes. And - ‘ she licked her lips, ‘the sex is just an added bonus.’
‘Right. So, how much do I earn?’ she asked, tearing her eyes away from Jen’s breasts. Damn, they were distracting.
‘We’ll leave the shoptalk till tomorrow, shall we? I want your full attention when we discuss terms.’
‘What makes you think I - ‘
‘Darling,’ Jen interrupted her. ‘You haven’t been able to look me in the face for longer than two seconds. Now undress and get on the bed.’
Sev had pulled her shirt over her head before she could even think about it. She narrowed her eyes at Jen, who was smirking triumphantly. ‘You could say please.’
‘I could,’ she agreed. ‘I won’t, though.’
‘Bossy little thing, aren’t you?’ Sev wriggled out of her skintight jeans and Jen’s eyebrows went up.
‘No underwear? Tart.’
‘Pot, kettle. I saw the way you dance. Or should I say mate?’ She put a knee onto the bed. On the other side, Jen mirrored her.
‘I’m not the shy type,’ Jen said. She crawled closer, wrapped an arm around Sev’s waist. ‘Maybe you’ve noticed.’
They kissed. Jen’s fingers drifted feather-light over her back, to her hips and down, stopping once again on the scar. She drew back. ‘You will tell me where you got this, eventually,’ she said softly.
Sev bit her lip. ‘But not tonight.’
‘Not tonight,’ Jen echoed. Respecting her boundaries, and wasn’t that odd after all those other lines she had crossed without hesitation?
Sev traced Jen’s mouth. ‘You don’t make sense.’
Jen smiled again. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment, shall I?’
And then, suddenly, Sev was on her back, Jen on all fours above her. ‘How the hell did you - ‘
‘I’m also fast.’ She bent down and licked a straight line from the bottom of Sev’s breastbone to her throat. ‘And unpredictable,’ she murmured against Sev’s throat.
Sev put a hand on the small of her back. ‘And you like to be on top.’
Jen laughed. ‘Sweetie, I like a lot of things.’ She went down, hot breath against Sev’s stomach.
Sev clutched at Jen’s shoulders. She’d never before wanted someone with quite this intensity, all other people she’d shagged paled in comparison.
'We're going to play a game,' Jen said from somewhere in the vicinity of Sev's hipbone. 'It's called how many different ways can I make you come in one night. Doesn't that sound fun?'
Sev laughed, breathless, because really.
***
Sev was lying spread-eagled on the bed. She’d never felt so completely sated in her life. Everything was warm and fluffy and nice and not even the various bitemarks and aching muscles were enough to pull her from it. It was how she imagined being high felt, not a care in the world, just - floating.
Jen was rummaging around in the bathroom. Sev found she didn’t particularly care what Jen was doing, as long as she was allowed to stay in bed. But Jen wouldn’t kick her out now, would she? No, she had said something about in the morning. So it was all good.
Bare feet padded on the wooden floor. Sev rolled her head lazily and watched Jen approach. She stopped at the edge and gave Sev a strange, predatory look.
Sev closed her eyes. Tiredness was creeping up on her, and she didn’t want to start analysing Jen right now. Besides, she doubted she could do that even if she was awake and alert.
The bed dipped and Jen curled around Sev, an arm around her waist, her head in the crook of Sev’s shoulder.
It was probably the nicest way she had ever fallen asleep.
***
She woke up, rolled her head, and saw Jen traipsing around the room in her underwear. Sev blinked. Maybe she was still dreaming?
But then she moved and pain shot up her limbs and lower back and she groaned. Harsh reality it was.
Jen swivelled and smiled at her. ‘Bit sore?’
‘A bit, yeah.’ She sat up and stretched, joints popping. She hadn’t felt this worn out since uni and those damn competitions. ‘You mentioned terms?’
‘Already?’ Jen raised her eyebrows. ‘You’re awake enough for that?’
‘Morning person.’ She cracked her neck. ‘You want me to work for you? As what?’
Jen cocked her head, and then she crossed to the bed and sat down cross-legged. ‘A bodyguard, primarily. You know how to fight - Krav Maga, was it?’
‘And a black belt in Jiu Jitsu, yeah.’
‘And you’re astonishingly good with firearms, so that shouldn’t be a problem. The lawyering will come in handy as well. Apart from that...’ She waved her hand. ‘Anything that strikes my fancy.’
‘And what exactly is it you do? Sev asked slowly.
Jen grinned. ‘Darling, what don’t I do?’
‘Legal?’
‘Really not.’
She had suspected as much. But what the hell, Sev had never been that good at following rules anyway. ‘Okay. How much?’
‘Move in here and you get access to my bank accounts. Which means, as much as you want.’
It took a few seconds before those words sank in. Jen raised an eyebrow and watched her splutter. ‘You want me to move in - are you mental? We’ve known each other for - ‘
‘Three months.’
‘You following me around and breaking into my flat does not mean knowing.’
Jen rolled her eyes. ‘Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t move in here.’
‘Because I value my independence.’
‘So?’ Jen trailed a finger over Sev’s forearm. ‘It’s not like I’m going to chain you to the bed. You can have your own room, this place is large enough. And you can keep your own bank account, if you want, put some money in there, if it makes you feel more secure.’
‘I don’t -’ Sev said hoarsely.
Jen cocked her head. ‘Yes?’
‘I’ll consider it.’
‘Splendid.’ Jen threw her leg over Sev’s hips and kissed her, which would be all nice and well if she hadn’t just spent the entire night getting her brains fucked out.
Sev pulled her off by the scruff of her neck. ‘What, again? You’re bloody insatiable.’
‘Don’t tell me you can’t keep up,’ Jen said, with an adorable little pout.
Sev flipped them around and yanked Jen’s pants down. ‘Pro-tip,’ she growled. ‘Don’t challenge me.’
Jen arched up into Sev’s hand. ‘If it leads you to doing this every time I might - ‘ She gasped as Sev pushed three fingers at once inside of her, no preparation or gentleness. She gaped like a goldfish, nails digging into Sev’s shoulders.
‘You might?’ Sev asked, leaning over Jen’s throat.
‘I might not follow that advice. God, darling.’ She reached up and grabbed hold of Sev’s face, pulling her in for a savage kiss.
Nevermind that she was still sore, that her shoulder was aching, seeing Jen curse when she came, writhing beneath Sev’s weight, was very much worth it.
‘Just for the record,’ Sev said, while Jen was still panting. ‘You’re not paying me to fuck you.’
Jen’s eyes focused on Sev’s face, pupils huge. ‘No. No, that bit’s a... mm, an extra.’
‘Then I’m in.’ She leaned down and buried her nose beneath Jen’s jaw, taking in that amazing scent. Less perfume, more soap and shampoo, still intoxicating.
‘Good girl.’ Jen’s delicate little hand came up to rest on Sev’s head, fingers combing through her hair.
‘Yes, boss.’
***
Sev moved in the week after.
It didn’t make much sense, as far as life-changing decisions went. It went against everything she believed in, everything she was. Giving everything to a woman she barely knew, who was criminally insane besides? Sev must be as mad as Jen herself.
But she’d taken one good look at Jen the morning after, sweaty and smirking and devious and beautiful, and made her decision there and then. Fuck caution and common sense, she wanted this. And if it meant giving up life as she knew it, well, it was hardly like that was such a great loss, was it?
So she had turned up on Monday, without warning, two heavy bags slung over her shoulders. Jen had opened the door and smiled, that understated private one Sev had only seen once or twice before, and had ushered Sev in with a kiss on her cheek. Bought and sold. If Jen had asked her then to sign a contract in her own blood she would have done it, no hesitation.
All or nothing. But then again she had always loved to gamble.