(a/n – within forty eight hours I have become complete and utter Berena trash. I blame tumblr entirely. Just a short drabble based on the massage we didn't see all that much of. Look at both of their faces in that final scene. Seriously.)
Fussy
The moment she lays her hands on you, you know that you've made the most disastrous yet correct decision you'll possibly ever make. And you've made some momentously stupid decisions throughout your life. Her hands are the most perfect, perfect hands. You know that. The way they twiddle with her necklace when she's particularly nervous or stressed about something. The way they grip the takeaway coffee cups as if they're the only source of hope left in the world. The way they cradle wine glasses like an old friend. The way they're now prodding and pushing your back with all the expertise of a trained professional, and all the sensuality of a dream girlfriend. Wait. Did you just admit that? That's a risky move when she's so close, her hands working their way down your oh-so-sore back, easing all the knots and pain there. You close your eyes.
You sacked your osteopath because you felt paranoid when he put his hands on you. You were sure you would get through this bad back alone. And yet here you are, fully allowing your colleague to practically caress your back into health, without complaining at all. Without feeling paranoid. This fact doesn't escape you, as you try to capture every moment of getting a massage from Serena Campbell. It crosses your mind to hoist mattresses more often, just to get another one of these. You know that when you get home later on, you'll replay this scene piece by piece, and with no restraint on your actions. Here, you can't let Serena know just how much you appreciate this.
She's so close. You can hear her breathing. It seems fast, but maybe it is your heartbeat you can hear, thrumming through your ears. Surely she must have done by now? Her actions are getting you more worked up by the minute. A session with the osteopath wouldn't last this long, for sure. As you savour her squeezing your lower back, her hair brushes past your cheek. All done, she says. Any better? You snap out of your reverie, stand, and smile at both her and how good your back feels. Damn, she's good. And damn, you're even more attracted to her now. Innocent intimacy in the office after hours is something you never got in the army.
You leave the office, thanking her profusely, smiling at her, and she's smiling back. Smiling smiling smiling. Goodness, that woman has quite the smile. And hands. You sigh as you exit, and get into your car.
Admit it, Major Berenice Wolfe, you've fallen hard for Dr Serena Campbell, haven't you?
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(a/n – I am knew to this ship and very new to this fandom. This is more a dedication to those who have answered my many, many questions. Thanks. Reviews and favourites etc are always welcome here!)