7.30 AM
Serena woke up with a dead weight on her shoulder. She could see their interlinked fingers and strands of blonde hair out of the corner of her eye. She didn't feel awkward about it. She should have done. There was kissing last night. Not much of it but enough to make her tingle. It had been a while since she'd…done anything really. She couldn't tell if it was abstinence that was screwing with her mind or the close proximity of her favourite colleague. She sighed and lay there for a few precious minutes, revelling in the warmth of another body. She loved sexual contact but it was few and far between. She kept having one-night stands with that infuriating policeman and while he was good in bed, Robbie wasn't the brightest of the bunch. She missed good conversation, extended cuddling sessions and kissing for such a long time, the coffee got cold. Edward had been useless after a while. Most of the time a cup of hot strong coffee was her only sensual pleasure during the day. She wanted more, she'd gone most of her life making do. She yearned for something more satisfying than a brief encounter here and there. She ran her fingers up and down Bernie's hand just to get that tingle back. Oh it was back and it felt incredible. She actually shivered and not because the room was cold. Her contended sigh sounded dangerously like a moan of arousal. She hadn't realised that Bernie was once again, awake and alert to her presence.
That spark was there again, creeping up on her, warming her blood as she dared to reciprocate the hand stroking, breathing in the remains of Serena's perfume and pressing her lips so lightly to the almost exposed shoulder that she thought Serena would never notice. But she did.
Ten minutes later they sat up and started their day. They said nothing more than good morning to each other but no words were needed while their eyes sought each other out with a smile. It was one of the best mornings they'd ever had.