I'm not going to bother to apologise, you expect it now anyway. I've been busy doing a degree, I'm sure that's a good excuse ;)

Anyway, I've been a bit sad and this is the one thing that made me happy today so I tried to write some fluffy smutty Berena-ness.

Enjoy!

"Urrrgh!" Serena groaned, frustrated, throwing her phone down on the kitchen counter, and began pacing around the room, hands shaking, running her fingers through her short brown hair. Bernie looked over from where she was stood by the kettle making tea for the pair, and took a few steps closer to the other woman, giving her a concerned look. "That's another 17 missed calls, 10 text messages, and 3 voicemails all from Robbie." She sighed, continuing to pace anxiously.

"Well to be fair, you did drop some pretty big new on him. He's bound to want to speak to you." Bernie said, turning back to the kettle as it came to the boil.

"Alright Wolfe, get off your moral high horse, would you? At least I haven't run off to another country to hide from a bloke like some people." Serena spat back angrily, glaring at her friend. Bernie felt a momentary pang of hurt whenever her friend spoke to her like this, but it was becoming more of a regular thing and she was putting it down to the cocktail of hormones waging havoc in the surgeon's body.

"I'm just saying, it's been over a week, perhaps now's the time to talk to him. Just drop him a text and say you'll meet him for coffee." The major suggested carefully, adding "I'll come with you if you want." Serena swiped her battered iPhone back from where she discarded it and quickly typed out a message as she said,

"I'll be fine on my own thanks. I got myself into this situation by myself, so I'll get myself out of it." then thrust the phone into her pocket. Bernie placed a warm cup of lemon and ginger tea in front of the irate woman and sat down on a stool across from her, quietly flicking through the morning news on her own phone.

Bernie quietly walked into the shared office, keeping the other woman in her peripheral vision. She couldn't help but notice how distracted she seemed, staring just off the page she was supposed to be writing on at a spot on the wooden desk, and how much she was fidgeting; crossing and uncrossing her legs, and chewing her finger nails. Bravely Bernie piped up and questioned

"Did you text Robbie?" Serena didn't look up from her spot on the table, and just said shortly,

"I'm meeting him in my lunch break." Bernie smiled slightly, glad it was being sorted, and kindly added,

"I can cover for you if you need a bit longer." Serena exhaled slowly, and after scribbling something else on the form she was filling in, replied

"no thank you, it won't take long." After this the two women remained almost silent for the rest of the time they were in the office doing paperwork.

Around an hour later there was a knock at the door, and at Bernie's instruction to 'come in' (which earned her another irate sigh from her colleague), Fletch popped his head round the door.

"Sorry to bother you ladies, could one of you take this patient for me, he's a bit urm… difficult. I didn't want to land either of the juniors with him." Serena made no attempt to move, continuing to stare at her spot on the table, so with a sigh Bernie agreed and followed Fletch out of the office.

The pair walked over to the bay where an older, portly gentleman lay. He was dressed in smart business attire and there were beads of sweat clinging to his pale skin as they made their way down his balding head.

"Oh there he is, our Nancy, who's this lovely lady you've brought for me then? One of your nurse pals?" The man said loudly, causing Bernie to roll her eyes. Fletch sighed and said to Bernie,

"This is Mr Aldridge, 57, collapsed at work earlier today, sent up from the ED with a suspected stomach ulcer." Fletch then looked over to the balding man and explained, "Mr Aldridge this is Ms Wolfe she's a consultant here on AAU and she'll be treating you." The man's eyes widened visibly and his forehead wrinkled as a frown appeared on his sweaty face.

"'ang on a minute. She's my doctor? No way, she looks more like a catalogue model!" Bernie stepped towards the bed and washed her hands with the antibacterial gel at the end.

"Well I guess touring in Afghanistan can do that for a girl" she said sarcastically. She didn't often like to play the army card with patients but this one needed to know that she was as good, maybe even better, than any male in that hospital. "I'm just going to examine your abdomen if that's alright, then I'll ask you to get into a gown for me." the consultant said, once again stepping closer to the bed. Mr Aldridge pulled his blazer as far as he could around his bulging stomach,

"What? No bloomin' way! A bloke nurse and a dyke army doctor? You've got to be kiddin' me pal." the man continued to speak loudly, only addressing Fletch. Bernie felt the rage bubbling in her stomach but calmly told him

"Mr Aldridge, I will not have you using that kind of discriminatory language on my ward. I'm afraid It's either me or my colleague Ms Campbell. So what's it to be?" The man scowled at Bernie before conceding,

"Fine, but he stays the whole time." he said gesturing to Fletch.

Later that afternoon Bernie stormed into the office, slamming the door behind her. Serena sighed,

"Jesus woman, do you have to make such an entrance?" Bernie didn't even register her friend's annoyance at her, instead beginning to explain her anger,

"I am treating the most sexist, chauvinistic, homophobic excuse for a male I have ever encountered. He calls Fletch 'Nancy' because he thinks Nursing is a female's job, and seems to think that I'm some neo Nazi feminist lesbian with a hatred towards men." Serena barely acknowledged her friend's ranting, instead biting her lip as she continued to stare at the wall in front of her. Bernie sat down at her desk and clocked the time from her computer screen. "Oh shit Serena, sorry, how did it go with Robbie?" The other consultant shrugged and mumbled,

"Yeah alright I guess." Bernie didn't know what else to say to this, and didn't want to push it in case she annoyed her again. Besides, she was sure she'd tell her all about it later.

Once Mr Aldridge had been prescribed some antibiotics and PPIs for his stomach ulcer, Fletch was able to very quickly discharge him. On his way off the ward the man walked over to the Nurse's station where Fletch and Bernie were sitting.

"Hey Nancy, thanks for all your help mate. No hard feelings eh? I reckon you've made a smart choice here, these Nurse birds are pretty good eye candy." the plump man said to Fletch, offering him a hand shake. Before turning to leave he winked at Bernie and added, "See you love. Give us a ring if you ever fancy batting for the other team eh." and trudged off the ward. Bernie turned to Fletch wide-eyed, and squeaked,

"Can you bloody well believe him!" and Fletch shook his head in reply.

"Some people will just never change. Anyway, for what it's worth I reckon he just needs a good shag, …maybe you should take him up on his offer!" Fletch laughed, earning himself an elbow in the ribs and a smile from the Major. Then something suddenly clicked in her brain, and she found herself with an idea. An hour later when her shift ended Bernie headed back to Serena's where she would already be, having finished a few hours earlier. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she plotted in the car on her way there.

Bernie and Serena sat on the sofa with a mug of hot chocolate in their hands and something rubbish on the tv, though neither of them were really paying any attention to it. Serena was still uncharacteristically quiet, and kept biting her lip and fidgeting. Bernie was glad she'd thought to slip a dash of brandy into her own drink, because she felt like she would need some Dutch courage now.

"So, are you going to tell me how it went with Robbie?" she asked, holding her breath as she expected the usual angry reply. Serena sighed, placing her cup on the table in front of her.

"It was fine, but I'm pretty sure he really hates me now. He called me selfish for not getting back to him sooner and to be fair he's probably right."

"Hey Campbell, cut yourself some slack you were in hospital after all." Bernie replied, knowing the woman sat next to her was the least selfish person she'd ever met.

"Yeah maybe" Serena said, not very convincingly. "Anyway, he said he's done his parenting duties with his kids and doesn't want to do it again." Bernie caught the last little bit of hope fade from Serena's eyes has she said this out loud. "but heck he'll try to send a crappy card and a tenner on birthdays" she added, with a smile that didn't quite reach her sparkling eyes.

"Fuck him." The blonde replied, then stopped herself. "or actually don't because that's how you got to this point in the first place" to which Serena replied with a small chuckle. "What I'm trying to say is that you don't need him, you were an amazing mum to Elinor, and I have no doubt that you're going to be just as incredible with this little one." Serena smiled but said nothing else, the situation returning to silence and the sound of the tv again.

After a few minutes Serena piped up again,

"Bern?" she said, a soft request for her friend's attention. Bernie nodded, and looked at her expectantly. Serena took a deep breath in and then exhaled slowly, "I'm sorry I've been a bit of a grumpy cow bag the last few days. I guess it's hormones, and I've been more worried about Robbie than perhaps I let on." Bernie sat forward and placed her cup on the table next to Serena's, then shuffled closer to her – it was now or never.

"You don't need to apologise sweetheart, you've been through a lot this last week. Also, I've been there, I know hormones are a bitch." She said softly, taking Serena's hand in her own, rubbing circles with her thumb on her palm. Serena's breathing quickened, and a blush rose in her cheeks. Bernie could feel her own heart hammering against her chest as she moved even close to the other woman and began gently stroking her hair. "I have another theory as to your mood lately." Serena looked at the other woman confused, though her chest was still rising and falling rapidly. Bernie moved again, closing the last of the small gap between them, before whispering in the brunette's ear "You're frustrated." Almost in sync the two women turned to face each other, their lips planted together in a fiery and passionate kiss. Hands began to roam to new places, caressing freckled skin hidden under clothing unmoved by another soul for a long while. Serena's hand reached bravely out and began to unbutton Bernie's blouse. The other woman parted from their kiss breathlessly, and made an unspoken suggestion to the brunette as she bit at the skin on her own lips. The two women leapt off the sofa and raced upstairs hand in hand, Bernie climbing over Serena's glorious body as she lay a top the bed. Soon clothes were being strewn from where they had been placed over untouched skin. Serena's hands were roaming, exploring every inch of the other woman, as though she needed to take it all in before it was ripped away from her. Bernie planted soft kisses down her colleague's breasts, slowly but certainly journeying down, stopping on the way to allow her tongue to dance expertly across the right nipple. Gasps of pleasure were being emitted from Serena, and the smile on her face made Bernie's heart sing. Bernie's tongue continued its journey down the path of the other woman's body, tasting every inch of her delectable skin. She peppered light sweet kisses down her thighs, dancing cheekily around her destination. Suddenly the tongue reached the spot where Serena had been anticipating, causing fireworks to shoot off through her body, waves of ecstasy passing through her brain. Bernie's tongue expertly lapped, and tickled, as she felt the wave rising in the brunette's body. Almost too soon, before Bernie had had her fun, she brought Serena to an awe-inspiring climax. She was quiet, only emitting a small gasp, but her body was screaming in delight, hips bucking against the bed, toes curling into the duvet.

When both women had caught their breath, and Bernie made her way back up the bed to lay next to Serena, they looked at each other, the street light peeking through the crack in the curtains just enough to make out each other's faces. Serena sighed contently,

"If this is what happens, I think I'm going to be grumpy more often!" she laughed, eliciting a smug chuckle from Bernie.

In turn Serena, with dancing slender fingers and a magic touch brought the blonde to the brink of screaming in delight. Then held her softly as she tumbled over the edge, in a stream of pleasure, scarcely believing what was happening. The two women eventually felt the cool of the night air, and climbed under the duvet together. Serena snuggled in close to the army medic, her head tucked under the other woman's chin, feeling strong protective arms wrap around her. Serena felt happy and safe, and as they lay together, an entanglement of limbs and love, neither of them ever wanted the night to end.

Phew! I'm feeling a bit hot and steamy after writing that...I might have to go take a cold shower ;)