Georgie woke early, her body crying out for more sleep but her internal clock was telling her it was time to work. A quick glance at the digital clock by her bedside confirmed this and she stretched, her right hand coming into contact with the sleeping body beside her. She smiled and blushed as the previous nights events came back to her and made every nerve in her body tingle. Especially the ones between her legs.
Who knew the strict Senior Constable would be so wild and carefree? Who knew she would be here in Georgie's bed, sleeping deeply after a night of immensely pleasurable lovemaking? Her thoughts halted then as she reassessed her terminology. Lovemaking? Is that what it was for Charlie? Does she know how much I really feel for her?
She didn't have time to dwell on her questions and their possible answers for too long, because the woman she was thinking about began to stir and groan beneath the covers. Georgie smiled when a very tousled head emerged from beneath the covers, followed by Charlie's sleepy expression. The whole scene was very cute but quickly became something else when Charlie sat up with a yawn and the bed covers fell away to reveal her very naked upper body. Georgie swallowed as her eyes went instantly to the pale pink nipples that were already hardening in the cool air of her room.
She remembered how they felt in her mouth and against her tongue. She remembered how they tasted and the way Charlie moaned and thrust her chest out when Georgie grazed them with her teeth. She remembered too the softness of each breast in her hands, the smooth skin, the plump and perfect roundness.
"Georgie, you're staring." Charlie smiled, bringing her still covered legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. She rested her cheek on one knee and studied Georgie in the half light. The younger officer was blushing profusely and trying to look anywhere but at Charlie. Which was ridiculous, considering the amount they had shared with each other last night.
To say that she had enjoyed herself would be an understatement. Despite her reserved and quiet nature, Georgie was a very talented and attentive lover. She'd given and given until Charlie had had to push her away out of exhaustion. Of course, Charlie had tried to give just as much back, but it was clear that Georgie thoroughly enjoyed giving pleasure more than receiving it, and Charlie could not complain about that.
Last night she'd seen a whole new side to the Constable, a much more confident side that wasn't seen by the rest of the world. Georgie had repeatedly taken control, driving Charlie to new heights with her skilled hands and ever searching mouth. She'd pushed the Senior Constable over the edge so many times that Charlie couldn't even remember the final count. Now she watched and wondered what their next step would be. She knew what it should be, but right now, looking at Georgie and thinking of all the things the younger officer had made her feel, she couldn't bring herself to end things before they had even begun.
"Charlie..." Georgie started, her gaze directed at the patch of cover that she was twisting around in her hands, "Last night was...it was incredible..." The deep blush was visible even in the dim light, and Charlie melted at the sight. That alone sent alarm bells ringing in her head.
"It was, Georgie, but...you know this can't happen again, don't you?" The slump of the broad shoulders told Charlie that Georgie had been hoping for a much different outcome to their night of passion. She reached out a hand as if to place it on the Constable's shoulder but retracted it before she made contact. For some reason she knew that if she touched the younger woman all the passion would come rushing back and she would want more. Just looking at her was playing havoc with her senses. Touching her would be too much.
"We work together and more than that, we're friends...I don't want anything to jeopardize that..." The words sounded empty and weak even to her own ears. Charlie was doing what she always did. She was running before things became too complicated, before she became vulnerable.
Georgie knew what she was doing, but was reluctant to push Charlie into anything she wasn't ready for. But she didn't want to be friends with Charlie. She wanted to be her lover. She wanted many more nights like the one they had just shared. She wanted to wake up with her, have breakfast with her, drive to work with her. She wanted a relationship with her. Despite all that, she nodded.
"I know, Charlie, I understand..." Quickly she grabbed her discarded trousers and and shirt from the floor and pulled them on, purposely not looking in Charlie's direction. She went to the door of her room and stopped.
"You're welcome to use the bathroom to freshen up and stuff. I have a spare toothbrush in there."
Georgie couldn't do it. She couldn't stand this. She couldn't be around Charlie day after day, night after night and be happy. Not after what they had shared. She would have to leave, be transferred to another station or something. A sudden flashback to the night before weakened her resolve a little, but then she forced herself to think about the future, and maybe having to watch Charlie fall in love with somebody else, and she knew she would have to do it. She promptly began to write a letter requesting her transfer.
Two hours later, when everybody but she and Charlie had left the building, she knocked gently on the Senior Constable's office door and, needing to hurry before she lost her nerve. walked in without waiting for an invitation. As usual, Charlie had her head bowed over her desk, an expression of concentration on her face as she wrote a report. Georgie almost turned around and tore up the letter right there and then, but she had to do this, for her own sanity.
"Charlie..." She started. Charlie's head snapped up, her expressive blue eyes showing surprise and, Georgie thought, a little bit of fear. The latter made her heart feel heavy in her chest, and it hurt to make eye contact so she kept her eyes downcast as she placed the letter on Charlie's desk without a word.
"Georgie..what's this?" Charlie asked, somewhat confused.
"Its...its a letter...stating that I would like a transfer..." Charlie's eyes widened in shock. A myriad of emotions passed through her, the most insistent of which was a deep ache in her chest at the thought of never seeing Georgie again.
"But...why...? Am I not a good boss? Is there some other problem...?" Charlie knew full well what the problem was, and it had nothing to do with her capabilities as a superior officer. She just wasn't ready to admit that something more than casual sex had happened between them last night.
"No.." Georgie quickly said, "You're perfect, " she added in a whisper. Damn, this was hard. Why hadn't she just put the letter on the desk and left? She knew why, really, because she wanted to be there when Charlie read it. She wanted her to read it and give her a reason to stay.
"Georgie, if this is about last night...I thought we weren't going to let it disrupt our professional relationship." Perhaps relationship wasn't the best word to use in this situation. Georgie seemed to flinch when she said it, and Charlie's heart clenched at the younger officer's unhappiness.
"I can't do it, Charlie," Georgie's voice was barely audible. She was steadfastly avoiding looking directly at Charlie, knowing that those bright blue eyes would be her undoing, would make her take the letter back and say it was all just a big mistake. "I can't be around you any more, not after..." She struggled to find a word for what they had shared, "I can't hide how I feel about you. I see you almost every day and it hurts knowing I'll never have you. It gets harder and more painful as time goes by. I know that if things carry on this way, its going to...to destroy me..." There were visible tears forming at the corners of Georgie's eyes now, and she fought to keep them in check, not usually the type to cry in front of other people, if at all. But she couldn't help it. She felt as if a fist had clamped itself around her heart and was squeezing the life out of her, it hurt so much.
Unbeknownst to Georgie, Charlie's heart was getting similar treatment. Having never seen the younger officer cry, Charlie was having trouble keeping her own tears from spilling forth. Georgie was right, things couldn't go on this way. She slowly pulled the letter out of its envelope and began to read it. Several minutes of complete silence passed, and then Charlie rose and moved to stand before Georgie. Only a couple of feet separated them.
"Is this absolutely what you want, Constable Watson?" I want you! Georgie screamed inside her head, but on the outside she nodded, the tears falling silently down her face now. "But..." Charlie softly continued, reaching out and using her thumb to gently brush the wet lines on each of Georgie's cheeks, "You'll stay...if I give us a chance...?" Finally, Georgie's eyes rose to meet Charlie's, hope shining like a beacon within them.
"Yes..." The Constable breathed, her heart beating so fast it was almost like a constant hum in her chest. She watched with bated breath as Charlie brought the letter to eye level and promptly tore it in two. Georgie surged forward in that instant and pressed her lips to Charlie's in a desperate kiss, afraid that she was dreaming or that Charlie had meant something else entirely. She relaxed when Charlie returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around the shorter officer and pressing herself against the strong body.
It felt almost familiar somehow, as if they had spent more than just a single night together in each other's arms. Charlie wrapped her arms around Georgie's neck whilst the younger woman's hands roamed all over Charlie's back; touching her, feeling her, never wanting to let her go. It seemed like an age before their lips parted. Georgie smiled sheepishly.
"Do you want to come back to my place again...?" She tentatively asked.
"No..." Georgie frowned in confusion and opened her mouth to speak, only to have her words cut off by Charlie's soft lips again, "I want you on my desk..." She whispered.