So, I've found myself falling more and more in love with Lorraine/Nikki so I felt like I should write about them...
I don't have much (well, any) experience writing about this kind of thing so it probably wont be that good, but oh well ;)
this is set starting in season 8 episode 20 at their moment thing :)
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Nikki's POV
I could feel the tension in the room as Michael's eyes skimmed over the pages of Jodie's messy handwriting. My eyes bored into him, trying to read the signs on his face as to how she had done. The room was silent, but my heart was pounding in my ears, and Jodie's essay wasn't the only reason. I could feel Lorraine's eyes glancing over at me from time to time. Stolen glimpses, before her eyes darted back to Michael once more. I wanted more than anything to be able to turn my head towards her; to look into her eyes. But I knew I couldn't. I knew I felt something for her, and I got the impression that she felt it too, but how I would be able to tear my eyes away from her after I looked. So I just kept staring at Michael, my gaze occasionally adjusting to the floor. However, the silence, and my musings were soon cut short by him closing the exam paper sharply. My eyes immediately sprang upwards, expectantly.
"Well?" I asked.
"I think she might just have done it" he replied, his face breaking into a smile.
"How's she managed that with everything that happened?" I wondered
"Well, maybe it made her more determined" he replied
"She's done the PRU proud" added Lorraine
At this point, Michael left to put Jodie's paper with the others, leaving Lorraine and myself alone.
"So have you, Nikki" she said, her arm brushing against mine as she turned to face me. I gasped inwardly as she touched me, feeling the electricity run through me. Shocked, I took a step backwards. There was no doubt about it in my mind now. We had something.
"Done The PRU proud" she continued, at my confused expression.
"Look, do you fancy going for a drink later?". The words came out of my mouth before I'd had time to think them through. Oh God, that sounded like I was offering a date. I moved backwards again, a tiny glimmer of hope in the back of my mind that she'd accept, or at least say something. At the moment there was just a stunned silence between us. I'd never seen her look more confused in my life. Oh God, what had I done? I just asked my female boss on a date. What was I thinking?
"Never mind, it was just a thought" I somehow managed to get out, before hastily rushing out of the door and pushing it firmly shut behind me. Leaning against the cool glass outside the office I closed my eyes, my breathing haggard. Realising the only thing I was half regretting, was her response.
Lorraine's POV
"Look, do you fancy going for a drink later"
My breath caught in my throat as her question was sprung upon me. I had no idea what to do. I knew in my heart that my truthful answer was yes. Yes I wanted to go for a drink with her. I wanted nothing more. I hadn't since the moment I'd met her. Yet my head ruled my heart, and my head was telling me 'no'. No, you're straight. You have no feelings for her. She's a friend. That's all, a friend. I almost laughed at myself, tears pricking at my eyes as the same lies that I'd told myself since I was 15 years old cut through me once more. You're straight, you like guys. She means nothing to you. I wanted to force myself to say something, anything. But she was already apologising for her self and running out of the door.
'No' I thought to myself. 'It's not you that should be apologising'
I willed my feet to run after her. To apologise. Accept the offer. Let my heart rule my head for once. But instead I sank to the floor, my head in my hands. Once again, I was ashamed of my cowardliness.