The car crash on the highway had not been too serious, but serious enough that both victims had to be rushed into theatre as soon as they arrived to Holby. Serena had been at her desk working on much overdue paperwork when the call came in, and she groaned inwardly at the prospect of falling even further behind. Not that she minded the break, really, but she knew Hanssen wouldn't wait much longer on those files. As the patients came in, Serena hurried herself towards the theatre and donned her signature leopard print cap. A nurse quickly filled her in on what needed to be done- repairing a few ruptured arteries- and Serena nodded and listened as she scrubbed her hands.
After the surgery, she still had about an hour or so left in the workday. Try as she might, she couldn't will her mind to focus on the task at hand, and much of the hour went by without Serena finishing much of anything. Her coffee on her desk had gone cold, and the chocolate au pan she'd had for breakfast seemed ever so far away. She couldn't wait to get takeaway and settle in with a good bottle of Shiraz.
The drive home was uneventful, and it didn't bother Serena that she couldn't remember a single stoplight. She'd opted for baked ziti from a local Italian place, and her mouth was watering at the prospect of Parmesan cheese. Although she loved her nephew, Serena was glad that Jason would be at his girlfriend's house tonight. She needed an evening alone to regroup and recenter. She entered her front door and kicked off her shoes, not bothering to place them neatly against the wall. In the kitchen, she began unwrapping her food and grabbing utensils from the drawer. She studied her always-full wine rack and selected a rather large bottle of Shiraz. She put her things on the table and shucked off her jacket. Too lazy to go upstairs and change, she plopped down at the table and tucked in.
Halfway through the meal and most of the way through her first bottle, her phone rang. Her heart leapt when Bernie's picture flashed on the screen. It was her favorite picture, a candid shot of Bernie in blue scrubs with her arms crossed. She looked simultaneously serious and playful, a cheeky expression that only Bernie could pull off.
"Hello, Major," she said, her voice dropping.
"Hello back," Bernie said, a smile evident in her voice.
"Busy day?"
"Oh, the usual. Paperwork today for ordering equipment. And you?"
"Same, except for a car crash this afternoon. Some artery repairs were needed."
"Ah, I see. Miss me?"
"In theatre?" Serena joked.
Bernie gave a honk, "Yes, well, no, but I guess yes, do you miss me there?"
Serena smiled. "I miss working with you, Bernie, you know that."
"But in theatre especially?"
"Especially there."
They were silent for a moment, their longing evident through the telephone. The distance seemed so great somedays, other days it felt like they could just reach across the phone and be there.
"Serena?"
"Hmm?"
"I think I have something I'd like to try, if that's okay," Bernie asked.
Interested, Serena sat up in her seat, "Go on."
"I'd like to see you take a bath. We've got these fancy video phones, why not do something a little bit..."
"Naughty?" Serena replied.
"Mmm, yes, something like that."
"And how would one go about doing that?" Serena asked.
"Just prop up the phone on your shelf. It's the perfect height for me to see you."
Serena thought about it. "Yes alright, just let me grab another bottle and I'll head upstairs."
She hung up and felt her face blush. Being naked on camera? Wasn't that something she'd warned Elinor not to do? And here she was, halfway tipsy getting ready to strip for no one other than Bernie Bloody Wolfe.
Serena grabbed another bottle and went upstairs. She had barely shut the door when her phone went off in her hand. She clicked on.
"I'm just upstairs, Bernie,"
"Don't take off your clothes yet. I want to watch you," she said.
"Oh I bet you do," Serena crooned. "On my shelf you said?"
She turned around and placed her phone on the shelf. It wouldn't stay by itself, so she had to prop it up against a couple bars of soap.
"Can you see me?"
"Yes, can you see me?"
"Not so well, but it will work."
"You sure? You're okay with this?" Bernie asked.
"Positive."
Serena grabbed the bottle and took a large gulp. Then, she turned slightly, peering over her shoulder to the camera, and gave Bernie a grin. Ever so slowly, her fingers made their way down her blouse, unbuttoning each with small movements. She turned around to the front and let the blouse fall over her shoulders, revealing the black camisole beneath.
"Steady on, soldier," Serena called out.
"I'm... I'm very steady," Bernie replied.
Serena took a deep breath and brought her hands to the bottom of her camisole and lifted it up to reveal bare breasts. She heard Bernie's sharp intake of breath.
"Going braless, hey Campbell?"
"Didn't see much point after surgery today."
Serena turned and cut on the water towards its hottest setting. While still turned, she slid off her pants just so Bernie could catch the roundness of her through the lens.
"Dear god," Bernie inhaled.
Serena blushed, stood up, and proceeded to remove her panties with learned ease. Although she still felt slightly ill at ease with the whole "on camera" bit, she felt herself growing bolder and she heard Bernie's breath hitch.
"Get in the bath," Bernie said.
"Let me move you lower," Serena moved towards the phone and moved it towards a lower shelf.
"Mmmm," Bernie said. "That's one helluva view!"
"Hush, you," Serena blushed.
Serena stepped back and made her way into the tub, her flesh turning pink at the hotness of it. She lowered herself down gently and closed her eyes as the steam rose up. The water rushed against her spine and made her shiver against the heat.
"Relaxed?" Bernie asked.
"Mmmhm."
"Touch yourself," Bernie said, almost pleadingly. Serena withdrew a hand out of the water and made lazy circles around her breast, slowing down ever so slightly as she came across her nipple, and repeated the movement on her other breast.
"Pinch them," she heard Bernie say, and she did, and she arched her back against the sensation.
"With your other hand, lower."
Serena kept her eyes shut as she drew her hand up along her thigh, coming to rest just short of where Bernie wanted her, where she wanted to be.
"Lower where?" Serena teased. She opened her eyes and looked at Bernie, who seemed to be sitting very close to her telephone screen.
"Please," Bernie said.
"Use your words, Bernie,"
"I want to see you touch yourself," she breathed.
Serena lowered her hand and closed her eyes once more. She imagined Bernie there with her, that it was her arms wrapping around her frame, that it was her fingers pressing up against her sex. She arched back against the tub and lifted one leg over the side for better access.
"God, Serena."
Serena continued her movements, her fingers quickly finding a comfortable rhythm in the hot water. She bit her lip, pinched her nipple, and could feel herself growing hot with desire.
"Faster,"
And she did, and she moaned low in her throat, her body leaning into the touch, wanting more, needing more. She pictured Bernie there, all sinewy limbs and golden hair, and she moved her fingers against herself faster.
"Now inside," Bernie commanded, and Serena pushed two fingers inside, and moaned at the feeling of her arousal. Although the water was hot, she swore that she was hotter inside, and felt her walls pulsing around her fingers. She didn't push inside far, but curled them up against her walls and let her thumb continue delicious patterns against her clit.
"Slower," Bernie nearly whispered, and Serena felt herself whimper at the loss of friction, but also felt compelled to obey her lover's orders.
But the slower pace seemed only to increase her need for more, and she felt herself growing taut in anticipation.
"Faster."
Serena moaned out and bucked her hips forward, desperate to reach the finish. Her head was thrown back against the tub and her brow was furrowed in concentration. Her fingers curled and pushed against her, and she knew she wouldn't last long.
"I'm..." she started.
"Yes, come for me," Bernie said.
Serena bit her lip and continued working her fingers. Sweat prickled at her forehead and her toes curled. Ever so close, she moaned out Bernie's name before her orgasm started. She pressed her fingers even harder and her legs trembled with awakened nerve endings. As her orgasm rushed over her, she ground her hips down and cried out.
As her climax faded, Serena opened her eyes and slowly withdrew her hand, licking her fingers for Bernie's pleasure.
"Holy fuck, Serena."
Serena laughed and sat up in the tub. "That was good for me, was it good for you?"
Bernie gave a laugh, "Yes! Of course it was! Now hurry up so I can see your face up close again!"
"Alright, alright."
Serena moved forward and dipped herself down into the water. She ran her fingers through her hair and enjoyed the sensation of being submerged. When she sat up, she could hear Bernie readjusting herself through the phone.
"Okay toweling off!" She called.
Serena stepped out of the shower and ran a towel over herself. She grabbed her red silk robe and tied it loosely around her, then grabbed her phone from the shelf.
Much to her surprise, she found Bernie had readjusted herself on the bed so that she was lying naked, her top half exposed to the camera.
"Feeling yourself there aren't we, Major," Serena chuckled.
Bernie laughed, "Thought I might give you a bit of a show since you were so kind to me."
Serena felt herself growing wet again just thinking about Bernie on display for her. "The night is young, yet, my love," she said.
Bernie smirked. "Hop in bed, Campbell, we'll make a night of it, yet."
Serena grabbed the Shiraz off the floor and took another gulp.
"Off to bed then, shall we?"
She heard the buzz of the vibrator kick on, and Bernie's lids fluttered shut.
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