A/N: This is my first Berena fic, I'll be uploading regularly, and reviews would be great! Set at the end of/after 'Brave New World'
Hope you enjoy it!
So, as they toasted to their "undeniable sexual chemistry" and agreed to keep it strictly "confined to theatre" they both secretly wondered how that was ever going to work. In that moment, all Bernie wanted to do was kiss the doctor once more, but the thought of making Serena even more uncomfortable was enough to stop her, and enough for her to suggest they stop any sort of progression whatsoever. After a few moments of silence as they awkwardly avoided eye contact, Bernie finally spoke.
"How do you feel about heading to Albie's once we've finished this bottle?" Serena looked up, shocked that Bernie had suggested it. "I think I heard the others say they were heading there as they left" she continued.
"Yes, well…yes, sounds great!" the brunette quickly fussed with refilling their glasses to distract herself from the fact her cheeks were slowly becoming a dark shade of red.
"I have another bottle if…" she started.
"Trying to get me drunk are we Miss. Campbell" they both sensed themselves falling very quickly back into the type of conversation they were used to…flirting. The type of conversation that about 10 minutes ago, they had agreed to avoid. Honestly, Serena was surprised they had lasted that long.
"I don't know what you're talking about" she replied, with a smirk.
Serena was very soon opening the second bottle, and thoughts of going to Albie's vanished as their small office was filled with laughter and stolen glances, and flirting that was becoming less subtle with every glass of wine being consumed. Bernie walked round her desk, empty glass in hand and approached the other woman's desk, pouring herself a full glass before perching on the side of the desk, close to the window.
"Where's Jason tonight?" Bernie asked, confused as to why Serena hadn't made some sort of excuse to leave yet.
"He's staying at a friend's, which is a very new thing, but he's stayed at this friend's a couple of times now. He works down at Pulses and him and Jason have struck up a friendship based on their mutual love of video games" she laughed slightly.
"So, does that mean that tonight Serena Campbell doesn't have a curfew?" Bernie teased, meeting Serena's eyes. "Seems not" Serena winked before standing up from her chair. As she did, the army medic gently held her wrist before standing up herself, just inches between them. Both women feeling the slight dizzy feeling from the alcohol as they stood up, along with the obvious loss of rational thinking, or regard for more awkward mornings on the ward.
Bernie reached a hand up to the brunette's cheek as she closed the gap between them, just as their lips were about to touch, Serena managed to croak out "do you think this is…" but was cut off by Bernie's lips crashing against hers. She was taken by surprise but soon responded, they kissed slowly as Serena's hands made their way to the blonde's waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Serena felt Bernie's mouth open slightly and she did the same, letting their tongue's dance. The brunette let out a small moan which was echoed by Bernie as she let her hands grab onto Serena's short hair. The army medic's mind was hazy, and all that filled it at that moment was the woman in front of her. She wanted her. She let her hand slowly make its way down passed Serena's collar bone and to her breast, caressing it gently, achieving another moan from her, Bernie's other hand still caught in her hair. She trailed kisses teasingly down the surgeon's neck, nibbling slightly.
Serena's head was spinning as she pulled away suddenly, looking at Bernie, hurt.
The blonde's head finally made its way back to the room as she realised she'd taken that a little further than it should've gone.
"I'm going to go home" Serena sighed, grabbing her keys and her coat. Bernie suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Don't drive Serena, you've had far too much to drink. You should know tha…"
"Yes thank you, I'm aware I am well over the limit. I may be drunk, Ms. Wolfe but I am not an idiot. Now could you let me go so I can make my way home…in a taxi. Then let myself into my house…with my keys" she said matter of factly, jingling the keys in the blonde's face.
There was a small pause as Bernie refused to loosen her grip on the other surgeon's wrist.
"Serena stay, we can talk, about this" Serena let out a small laugh.
"You tell me you want to forget anything ever happened, then you kiss me and…and, look, you told me you aren't trying to tie me in knots, but I'm full of them Bernie. Stop playing me like a fool and decide what you damn well want" and with that she pulled her wrist from the blonde's grasp and left her alone in their office.
Bernie sighed, hitting her fist against the door that'd just been slammed in her face.
"You fucking idiot, control yourself" she slurred, walking to Serena's chair and slumping down in it. A tear rolled down her cheek, a tear of frustration, sadness, anger, she didn't even know. A combination of all three probably, she thought.
She leaned her head back and sighed heavily, Serena was right, she needed to figure out what she wanted and stop being so hot and cold. She sat there thinking what to do, as the wine caught up with her and she felt her eyelids getting heavy, drifting off to sleep.