A/N: Sorry that i'm not keeping to my update schedule, just well life, you know. Anyway here is this, just in time for Holby tonight! Get in touch if you have any opinions on this, strong or otherwise, just nice to hear from you all.
Zosia's heart thudded loudly in her chest, it was incredible that a woman she was now so intimately acquainted could continue to make her feel so giddy. In part her nerves were still that she might get caught, someone would realise she was a lowly F1 with no right to be there and kick her out before Jac managed to get her into bed. But the source of her nerves was mostly the intimidatingly gorgeous star guest speaker who had opted to prematurely leave her own event to spend time with Zosia – no matter how sordid their intentions.
They stood side by side in a heavy silence waiting increasingly impatiently for the lift. The anticipation coiled up inside Zosia, twisting around her gut desperate for release. She deliberately brushed her knuckles gently against the back of Jac's hand, a simple enough gesture but it caused both women to look across at the other and catch the smiles neither could hide. She wanted to touch her, to fuck her, to claim and be claimed. Zosia March was so pathetically infatuated with her mentor. Mind, body and soul whole.
The moment the lift doors closed, the tension which had been building since their eyes met across the conference suite finally reached its crescendo. In less than a second, Jac dropped all pretences and niceties and forcefully slammed her body against the younger girl.
"I've been desperate to do this all night."
Jac's hands tilted Zosia's head and kissed her hungrily, all tongue and teeth and fire. It calmed Zosia's insecure mind to know her desperation was matched by the object of her desire, even if only physically, that was enough. Jac tasted of wine and Zosia's tongue tingled with the flavour. Jac pulled their faces impossibly closer, catching Zosia off-guard by taking her plump pillowy bottom lip between her teeth, the glasses she still wore got knocked from her face.
"Mm oh God Jac, your glasses!"
Zosia laughed after Jac released her lip, all pouted and bruised. Her hands were everywhere, she couldn't get enough.
"Leave them."
Jac's arm circled Zosia's waist while the fingertips of her free hand took a slow journey under Zosia's dress and raked up her inner thigh. Prickly goosebumps exploded under Zosia's sensitive skin, following the path of Jac's touch.
"Why is this lift taking so freaking long?"
Zosia threw back her neck, giving Jac free reign to attach her mouth to the skin there. She canted her hips forward and hooked her calf around Jac's leg as her roaming fingers dipped ever so slightly inside her underwear elastic. She was already so wet, the bedroom impossibly too far away.
Without warning, the lift door suddenly opened again. The couple too caught up in each other to notice. In their haste to be alone, neither had pressed he button to the correct floor and the lift had remained in the lobby. In an almost comical turn of events, waiting in the hotel lobby for the lift was Guy. Of course.
"Zosia?"
"Shit!"
"Dad?"
The couple sprang apart, Jac untangling her hand from within Zosia's skirt, Zosia wiping at her lipstick smudged mouth. Unbelievable. Of all the 200 people in attendance at the conference, it just had to be Zosia's father that caught them.
"Mr Self, I can assure you this isn't what it looks like."
Jac cleared her throat and avoided making eye contact with the man. Her worst nightmare confirmed, there was so easy way out of this. Her serious demeanour was somewhat undermined by the fact she hadn't realised her blouse had been partially unbuttoned to accommodate Zosia's hand and consequently expensive flashes of lace peeked through.
"He knows Jac."
Zosia said quietly, smoothing down her dress nervously. She wanted to defiantly take Jac's hand and tell him that he was wrong about her but she could sense Jac was mortified.
"I know that she's making a mistake. Come on Zosh."
Guy was hostile, all of a sudden reverting to some backward patriarchal ideal where Zosia was his possession and not a grown modern woman in her own right.
"Excuse me? I don't know what you think you know but you are very wrong."
Jac snatched up her glasses and they stepped out of the lift again. Guy Self always managed to leave her irate. This was pathetic, she was a grown woman and should be allowed to do as she damn well pleased.
"You are a cold, uncaring woman and I won't watch you corrupt my daughter!"
"Jesus Christ I don't have to listen to this."
Jac shook her head and stormed through the lobby, aware that they were beginning to attract attention and her reputation and research funding were at risk. Her every instinct told her to run, all but one niggling annoyance which screamed at her to stay and fight because Zosia was worth it.
"Jac wait!"
Zosia quietly called after her, pain lacing her voice. She panicked that this was it, Jac would just walk away like it all meant nothing.
"Let her go Zoshie, I warned you she'd do this." Guy made to put his arm around Zosia but she flinched quickly away like his touch burned, unable to tear her eyes off Jac.
Jac turned on her heels. "Why don't you let Zosia decide if I'm going to corrupt her eh? You really don't know your daughter at all do you?"
Guy looked furious, acting as a shield between the two women. Zosia wanted to be angry but instead all the confidence she had previously found to challenge her father disappeared and she shrunk down, tears welling in her eyes. Her dreams, her happiness, all about to end because her father was a bully and Jac had too much pride to publicly admit she was human.
"You're meant to be her teacher Jac but you're just poisoning her."
"Me? You think I'm the one poisoning her? She is perfect. An exceptional doctor with so much potential. No thanks to you. Look at her Guy. Look at your daughter and tell me that you interfering in her life is making her happy?"
Guy looked and tears spilled down his daughters cheeks.
"Zosh?"
Again visions of Zosia in her youth filled his memory, her dark hair in long dutch braids tied with an emerald ribbon to match her dress. It was Easter and she and Anya chatted happily in the kitchen while baking something traditional and Polish. Anya noticed Guy enter before Zosia did, "Po angielsku, moja kochanie." She gently reminded her daughter and the girl looked up at him with a dusting of flour on her nose and grinned. She hadn't looked at him in that way for a long time.
She shook her head at him, "I'm sorry but I need to do this for myself." She bravely stepped past Guy and slipped her hand into the one Jac offered her, their fingers lacing naturally.
"Let's get the hell out of here." Jac said softly, a small number of conference guests had witnessed the exchange and stood staring and bemused. Jac inhaled through her teeth, she never ignored her instincts about anything and as much as it troubled her, she had overruled them for the sake of a girl.
A/N: Polish should translate to: 'In English my darling', thanks to inexprymable for the correction!