Thank you for reviews! It's a very long time since I last wrote fanfic so it's nice to know that people like.
I should say, I reserve the right to go back and forwards in time with these moments. This one is from Series 1, episode6.
"Where you going?"
"Pub. You coming?"
Janet marched from the office, Rachel trailing behind. Janet steamed down the corridor, through the doors, down the staircase, through door after door, all without pause. Janet never looked back as they crossed the road and entered the pub. Rachel was drawn onwards in her wake and only began to protest when they bypassed the bar completely and went straight to the back.
'Toilets.' Janet didn't stop or turn. Rachel couldn't. When she pushed through the final door, Janet did a quick, thorough sweep of the room, making sure it was empty. She stopped very firmly in the middle of the narrow space, just as Rachel caught up and the door swung to.
'Janet, what are you doing?' Rachel had had a long, odd day and she thought that she barely knew which way was up. When even Jan started acting crazy, she began to feel she was living in some kind of surreal dream.
Janet placed her hands firmly on Rachel's shoulders.
'You are an absolute knobhead.' Rachel nodded.
'You're an idiot.' Rachel nodded again, caught.
'But you deserve that job. You're bloody good at it.' Rachel found herself tearing up and tried desperately to blink them back. She didn't look away.
'I would miss you something stupid if you weren't there everyday. I did miss you, being off for so long.' Rachel lowered her eyes. She was standing in some scummy pub toilets, trapped in Janet's gaze and after everything else this week, some things were just too much to think about.
'Yeah, well…' she began but Janet cut her off, pushed her insistently back into the door.
'Shut up Rachel.'
And she pushed against her so that all in an instant Rachel got it and she heard the words that Janet didn't say 'Shut up and snog me', words that she couldn't say even if she had needed to, because their mouths were already tugging hungrily at each other. Janet's arms went up around Rachel's neck and Rachel wrapped hers around the smaller woman to pull her even closer. Their bodies pressed hard against each other against the door, hands grasped and slid over hair and arms, backs, chests, faces. They kissed fast, greedy. Both were breathless within seconds. Janet was the first to pull away.
She looked at Rachel steadily, her hands resting on Rachel's shoulders again.
'I need a drink. And so do you by the look of you.'
Rachel realised she was shaking. She nodded, not trusting her voice, tried clearing her throat.
'Come on Rach,' Janet clasped her hand, 'before I have a nervous breakdown.'
Rachel realised that despite her friend's seeming steadiness, Janet was almost as shaken as she was. A rush of guilt and gratitude ran over her. She hugged Janet close. 'Thank you.' For several breaths they stood there then both turned at the same moment, adjusted their clothing, grabbed their discarded handbags and, with a half smile to each other, headed to the bar.