In a gender bent AU - Cherie was the best name I could think of. Sorry ya'll.

All the usual warnings. It's basically just sex.

Love, your friendly neighbourhood queer

xx

Dr. Jane Watson awoke groggily. Hand to her throbbing temple, she forced herself into a sitting position. With a groan, she pushed herself out of bed and took two steps towards the door before stopping abruptly. Slowly, she looked down at herself. These were not her underpants. Lacy black g-strings were not her style. And where was her shirt? Furrowing her brow she went down on all fours on the ground, arse in the air, looking under the bed to find something to cover her very nearly naked form.

"That is a nice view," came a familiar voice from the bed behind her.

Jane shrieked and stood up with a start, turning frantically to face the figure in her bed.

"And that is just as nice."

Shrieking again, Jane grabbed her breasts in a futile attempt at modesty.

"CHERIE?!" She yelled, "What the fuck?! We've talked about privacy! What are you doing here? Get up! Get out!"

Smirking, the consulting detective lazily pushed herself up into a sitting position.

"I would have thought we'd passed the need for privacy last night, doctor."

"Last night? What are you talking about? If this is another one of your fucking experiments Cherie I swear to - "

"Not an experiment. You seriously don't remember? My, Jane, your alcohol tolerance is even lower than I had estimated. And for God's sake stop clutching yourself like that you look ridiculous."

Jane stepped forward and yanked a sheet off the bed, hastily covering herself... And leaving Cherie entirely exposed. Jane gasped. The younger woman sat languidly, a look of amused intrigue on her face as Jane's eyes traced her naked curves. The blonde swallowed and felt something stir in the pit of her stomach. Cherie was long and lanky but without the restraint of the pant suit that she normally wore, Jane saw that she was an attractive woman. A very attractive woman.

"Like what you see?"

Jane's eyes snapped back to her roommate's face.

Cherie chuckled. "As much fun as it was to have you drunkenly ravish my body, I must admit I do enjoy it a lot more when I can see your conscious appraisal of my body."

"Ravish your... You don't mean... We couldn't have possibly..."

"I can see your shock. I agree when I planned the Hen Night I did not see it taking this direction. Not that I'm complaining of course."

"Hen Night...?" Jane sifted through her memories, recalling nothing. "We went to the pub... We came back here and played a game... We went to that lady's house... Then what happened?"

Cherie crawled down the bed towards her, and Jane couldn't help but watch the way her full breasts swung.

"Well, doctor, why don't you let me jog your memory."

Jane froze as Cherie stopped at the edge of the bed in front of her and sat up on her knees. The brunette leaned in to the older woman, so close that Jane could feel her pulse but not touching. Jane felt a wetness pool in what she could only assume was Cherie's thong. Cherie's eye's flicked down to where she could see Jane's hardened nipples press through the thin sheet. With a sly grin she brought a hand up to run it through Jane's tousled blonde hair.

"But... Mark," Jane protested weakly, "I'm engaged Cherie, we can't -"

Her words were stopped by the pressure of Cherie's soft mouth. Jane remained still but as the younger woman's tongue flicked over her bottom lip, she could resist no longer and opened her mouth with a moan. Allowing her tongue to explore the velvety sweetness of Cherie's mouth, Jane allowed her sheet to drop and pressed in closer to her roommate, shivering as their hardened nipples brushed. Jane gasped and pulled away.

"Cherie. I'm not even gay -"

"Shut the fuck up." Cherie growled, tugging Jane back in for the kiss, snaking a hand down to grab the flesh of her buttocks.

Jane's breathing was coming faster now, and she didn't even try to resist as Cherie pulled her back on to the bed. Thoughts clouded with lust, Jane fell on top of her young friend. One of her tanned legs between Cherie's long pale ones, Jane pressed her knee into Cherie's crotch, rocking with a rhythm. Cherie moaned and Jane nearly came then and there at the sound. The pair rocked their pelvises together at an increasing pace and Cherie slid a hand between them, beginning to rub Jane through the thin fabric of her underwear. Jane groaned with the hot friction and began to thrust her hips more violently, desperately gyrating into Cherie's hand. Her core throbbed with need. Looking down at Cherie's flushed face, Jane was overcome by not only lust, but compassion. The scarlet buds of Cherie's nipples contrasted so beautifully with the paleness of her breasts and Jane took one into her mouth hungrily, sucking and nibbling at it as Cherie squirmed with pleasure.

Tired of the teasing, Cherie grabbed Jane by the wrists and roughly flipped her so the brunette was on top, straddling her. Jane could feel Cherie's wetness on her stomach and moaned in need. Cherie moved forward, lowering herself over Jane's mouth. Gripping the firm young flesh of her thighs, Jane slid her tongue inside Cherie at an agonizingly slow speed. Cherie cried out at the contact and began to move up and down at a speed, panting as she fucked Jane's mouth. Jane lapped up Cherie's juices eagerly, watching the brunette's round breasts bounce. Cherie was had one hand entangled in her own dark hair and the other kneading Jane's larger breasts as she continued her fast paced movements.

Jane slid one of her hands between her legs as the other one clutched Cherie's arse, pulling the thong off her wet, aching pussy. She began to massage herself, rolling a finger around her clit. Realizing what she was doing, Cherie rotated and bent over so that the two were in a 69 position. Jane moaned as Cherie's tongue penetrated her hot flesh, the vibration sending pleasure through Cherie. Jane's hips were bucking uncontrollably as she neared climax. Cherie's tongue explored inside her, sometimes dipping out to massage the folds of her fat lips. Jane gasped and moaned, mimicking her lover's motions, her tongue sliding effortlessly in and out of her wetness. Jane could sense that Cherie was close and began fucking her even faster and rougher. Cherie slid her tongue out, flicking it over the blonde's clit and Jane screamed as they came together.

Lying in a tangled mess of limbs with her roommate, core pulsing with the aftermath of orgasm, Jane fell into a contented sleep.