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The Governor was flooded with tears. She turned from Vera, not being able to face her at the moment. Just when she was about to approach the window, she felt a pressure on her left shoulder. She remained in that position and waited for her deputy's move. She sobbed a few times and the tears were still running. Did she mean it? Did Vera want to stay the night?
The shorter woman made a few steps forward. She looked at Joan's reddened face and put her hand up. "Don't." She heard Governor's stiff voice. She ignored it and started gently wiping the tears away. Ferguson's breath became shallow and more frequent. The taller woman wasn't sure what was happening. Her knees buckled. Within seconds, she fell forward, pinning Vera to the wall with her weight.
Vera put her arms around the muscled frame and lowered them both to the level of the floor. Her back was still leaning against the cool wall. The other woman was holding onto her, curled in a fetal position. She didn't know what caused it but didn't care. The only thing she had in mind was comforting Joan. She realized seeing her in that state was unbearable. She wanted to bring her release. She undid the Governor's usual bun and ran her hand through thick black hair with a few white strands. The other hand was caressing the small of her back in attempt to calm her nerves.
After what seemed like hours, Vera's transmitter made a noise. "Go." Joan whispered against the small body underneath her own. When Vera didn't response, the Governor put her head up and nodded with a weak smile. She detached herself from the other woman and reached for the hairband. She was fixing her hair, watching Vera smoothing her uniform. She got another call and left, giving her boss a genuine smile.
Vera saw her vulnerable, weak. She saw her at her worst. And yet, she stayed. Why would she stay with someone like Joan? Why would she bother caring about the Freak? Nothing made sense anymore. She felt embarrassed for crying out her eyes in front of her deputy. But the other woman wasn't just a deputy. She was her Vera. And her Vera was the woman who had a syringe down her throat and Joan didn't move an inch. Her Vera didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve to be dealing with Joan's issues, with her outbursts and mostly, with her inner demons. That was why she never wanted to get close to anybody. After Jianna's death, she's changed for worse. She didn't want to get attached because she never wanted her loved one to see her like that, to see the real Freak. Perhaps it wasn't too late for Vera, but Joan didn't want to lose her.
When Joan's shift ended, she started collecting her belongings. She was surprised by a silent knock in her door. She turned her head but before she could say anything, the other person was already in. "I think it would be best for us if we didn't see one another outside the prison." She said. She zipped her jacket and took the bag from the counter.
"Why are you doing this?" The smaller woman asked. She was standing in the entrance, making it impossible to pass. Joan tried to push her, using barely any force, to make space for her. Her effort did nothing to Vera, as she stood still. "What are you afraid of?" That was a good question. She didn't get a response but that was something she expected. She took Governor's right hand into her left and squeezed it.
"Vera, don't." She freed her hand and put an invisible strand of hair behind her ear in a nervous manner.
The smaller woman ignored that. She took a step further and placed her hand on Governor's hip. She noticed the sensation it caused. She took another step further but in the same time Joan took a step back. Vera pushed the doors closed with her toe and put her own bag on the floor. "We're still inside the prison, Governor." She purred and started planting small kisses on an exposed part of Joan's neck.
Ferguson put her hand up in attempt to stop the other woman. She understood her mistake when the hand pressed onto Vera's breast. She took the hand away and excused Vera. "Let's not, not in the office. I, let me take you home." She struggled with finding the words. Her mind was nearly entirely blank. She made her way towards the door and waited for Vera impatiently. "What are you waiting for?" She asked.
"You said home." Vera admitted, her eyes wide opened.
"I meant my home." The taller woman corrected herself and opened the door. Vera was walking right behind her. She had a huge smile plastered to her face.
Once they got inside Governor's car, the silence surrounded them. They shared a few knowing glances. Vera managed to accidentally touch Joan's hand, when she was changing gears. When they were on Joan's porch, they were sitting still. Neither moved. Neither said a word. They looked at one another and chuckled into the silence. Joan opened her door and started taking off. "Are you coming? Or would you rather stay in the car?" Vera slowly took off. Her movements were lazy. "I can assure you, I don't bite." She waited for Vera to approach her, than she put her hand around the smaller woman's waist. "That is, unless you'd like that." Vera looked at her with a mortified expression. "I, I shouldn't say that." Joan took a step back from her. The deputy laughed and the Governor gave her a confused look.
"Oh, Joan." She said before she wrapped her hands around her neck and pulled her into a heated kiss. "I guess, this time you can't blame it on the wine." She said against Joan's lips and grinned, completely ruining the kiss.
A/N : Should I continue?