A/N - For the prompt 'Creation' for Lauren (brightyoungedith)
They've known each other for two months now.
Their acquaintance began with tea and small talk, both expounding witticisms nineteen to the dozen as they drained their cup, topped them up again, wished they were drinking something stronger, and now they're in bed together. It all happened in rather a blur.
Rosamund's hands seem to know what they are doing straight away, far quicker than Vera's , but then, Ros hasn't spent the best part of her life married to John Bates; she's been unattached and able to sleep with whomever she pleased.
Truth to be told, Vera's scared of what's going to happen next. She's certainly survived Rosamund's ministrations, she revelled in them, but now that it's her turn to pleasure the redhead, she's suddenly petrified. Vera's heart beats faster than it ever has before, and she's not sure she'll make it through the night – indeed, it seems far more likely that she'll be borne away on this wave of apprehension she's too proud to admit to, but she's willing to try for this woman lying in her arms.
They could have so much together, create something wonderful, but there's still something that puts Vera on edge and makes her hang back. The last thing she wants is for this relationship to end, or to find out that Ros has only ever been in this for a cheap fling, stringing her along for casual fun…Vera curses herself mentally. "You've allowed yourself to get paranoid," she thought angrily. "All because of that bloody divorce."
It had changed Vera's outlook on things, there was no denying it. She'd been impetuous before, so scornfully uncaring, but most of all, she'd always been convinced her marriage was a secure one. War had changed that though, and it proved just how much she knew. The breakdown of the marriage left her bitterer than ever, not to mention infinitely less willing to trust anyone who attempted to reach out to her on a personal level.
In Vera's opinion, it had shown her just how much you never really knew people, and that's why she's scared of creating this bond with Rosamund Painswick, far too suspicious that she'll be let down again.
However…it seems that this time, things might not end up that way. Rosamund's smiling up from her side of the bed, and she slides one long, thin arm out to Vera, curling it around her shoulders as she tries to pull Vera closer in.
"Well?" Ros smirks, the paleness of her eyes accentuated in the half light, "are you going to get on with it or not? It's getting awfully cold over here, and you're looking rather solemn, darling." Rosamund hoists herself up into a sitting position, still pulling Vera closer into her embrace. She drops her voice. "Nothing's wrong, is it?"
Vera smiles slightly, shuffling closer to the older woman accordingly, suddenly unsure what it was that she feared in the first place. There's warmth to Rosamund, a true spark of generosity within her that rings clear and true. The redhead's eyes speak volumes of nothing but affection, and even if the word 'love' may prove a struggle to come from Vera's lips for a little while yet, she knows that she and Rosamund have created something lasting between them, that'll last and be worthwhile and strong.
"Not any more."