Doctors and Nurses
Title: Doctors and Nurses
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Karen / Helen
Rating: PG
Summary: Helen reflects on nurses uniforms...
Disclaimer: Everything Bad Girls belongs to Shed, not me
Author's Note: Cross-posted to badgirlsslash
This is just a little piece, which I wrote to keep myself amused on a rather dull training course!
That nurses uniform is still tucked away at the back of your filing cabinet. You haven’t looked at it but you know that it’s there. You know that getting rid of it would be the sensible thing to do, but you don’t know how. You’re terrified of someone seeing, of them asking questions.
There’s another reason you can’t bring yourself to throw it away. It signifies too much. You remember exactly how it fit over Nikki’s slender body. You remember peeling it off her, frantically undoing the buttons and slipping it over her shoulders. The fire in your stomach. The doctor has never made you feel like that and you know that he never will. You’d never understood the appeal of uniforms until Nikki showed up on your doorstep that night. Now you’ll never be able to look at a nurse in quite the same way again...
A knock at the door startles you, causes you to blush. Karen appears, smiling, holding out a pile of papers towards you.
“Those reports you wanted, Helen.”
You smile back. She’s never called you ma’am like the other officers do, and you like that. You love the way her lips negotiate the contours of your name. She hands the files to you and her fingers brush yours. The touch reverberates throughout your body. You thank her, trying in vain to hide your deepening blush, to suppress the thought which has involuntarily made its home in your head.
Karen used to be a nurse.
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Karen / Helen
Rating: PG
Summary: Helen reflects on nurses uniforms...
Disclaimer: Everything Bad Girls belongs to Shed, not me
Author's Note: Cross-posted to badgirlsslash
This is just a little piece, which I wrote to keep myself amused on a rather dull training course!
That nurses uniform is still tucked away at the back of your filing cabinet. You haven’t looked at it but you know that it’s there. You know that getting rid of it would be the sensible thing to do, but you don’t know how. You’re terrified of someone seeing, of them asking questions.
There’s another reason you can’t bring yourself to throw it away. It signifies too much. You remember exactly how it fit over Nikki’s slender body. You remember peeling it off her, frantically undoing the buttons and slipping it over her shoulders. The fire in your stomach. The doctor has never made you feel like that and you know that he never will. You’d never understood the appeal of uniforms until Nikki showed up on your doorstep that night. Now you’ll never be able to look at a nurse in quite the same way again...
A knock at the door startles you, causes you to blush. Karen appears, smiling, holding out a pile of papers towards you.
“Those reports you wanted, Helen.”
You smile back. She’s never called you ma’am like the other officers do, and you like that. You love the way her lips negotiate the contours of your name. She hands the files to you and her fingers brush yours. The touch reverberates throughout your body. You thank her, trying in vain to hide your deepening blush, to suppress the thought which has involuntarily made its home in your head.
Karen used to be a nurse.