A/N : Sorry for not uploading yesterday.

When they entered Joan's house, she chivalrously took Vera's jacket from her. While she was putting it inside a closet, the other woman approached a small table. As soon as Joan was in an earshot her, she looked at her with a questioning gaze and asked. "Where is your goldfish?" After a while without an answer she tried to silently convince herself the fish has just ... died.

The taller woman turned slightly and sighed. She started making her way towards the kitchen. She reached for the fridge's door. Everything inside was well organized. There were labels on each shelf. She started taking out the vegetables and told Vera to pick the wine. "The wine has a strange influence on me." The Governor smiled at her. "It makes me say things. I get inappropriately blunt." She blushed and shyly took a bottle.

Joan laughed. "I don't mind. In fact, I think it gives you more courage. You don't hold anything back." She began preparing the dish. The onion has already been chopped. When all ingredients were cut in precise pieces, she washed the cutting board and cleaned the worktop until it was shining. She scrubbed her hands before touching the meat. Vera was watching with amazement.

"Did you use the sanitizer after our snogging session yesterday?" She chuckled but noticed the lack of amusement on Joan's face. She remembered that few times, when the Governor disinfected her hands after shaking them with somebody. She quickly regretted asking that question, Maybe there was something more to the obsessive need of getting rid of the germs. What if she found out about Vera's hepatitis? Would she ever want to touch her again after that?

Joan finished cooking in silence. She didn't want to ruin the night talking about not important things. She instructed Vera about setting the table and brought the dish to the living room. She opened the wine and took the other woman's glass to fill it. "I'm not drinking tonight." Said Vera and covered the top of her glass with a hand.

"Don't be ridiculous." Joan threw her a glance and tilted her head. "It's just one glass." It came out as a pout. "Goes well with the food." Vera couldn't resist Governor's puppy eyes. The liquid filled the glass with a quiet sound of pouring alcohol. "Why aren't you eating, Vera?" The Governor asked. She put the fork down and placed her hand on Vera's. She was drawing small circles on the other woman's hand with her perfectly manicured thumb. She hadn't the slightest idea about the sensation her gentle gesture caused.

The younger woman tried to cross her legs. Her awkwardness made her hit the table with her knee. It didn't go unnoticed by the Governor. Joan's hand kept caressing her own, Vera felt tingling traveling down her body. She broke the contact and brought her hand to her lap. "What is it?" Joan asked. A huge blush was spread on Vera's cheeks. She tried to look away but she got even more embarrassed. Forgetting what she said earlier, she drained her wine at once. Joan smiled to herself but it quickly faded. Was Vera forcing herself to this? Is that why she needed the alcohol, to loosen up?

Instead of telling the other woman how wet she was making her, Vera decided to say something else. She well remembered Ferguson's reaction to her teasing the other day. "Fletch asked me if I wanted to visit him." At the mention of his name, Joan subconsciously formed a fist. "He's still having trouble with his memory." Joan's nostrils flared. "He said he would like me to help him remember." Her nails drew blood on the inside of her hand. Vera giggled. "Joan, am I, talking about Fletch, am I making you uncomfortable?"

Joan wiped the blood with the napkin. It was absolutely unhygienic but she didn't want to add to that show of Vera's. She knew well what she was up to. She faked a smile. "NoT aT all." She punctuated the Ts. "Actually, I'd like to know what was your answer to Mr Fletcher's offer." She continued eating. The pieces of her meal were like sandpaper to her dry out of frustration throat. Vera wasn't able to eat all the content of her plate. When she felt like she had enough, she stood up. "You don't need to take care of the plates. You're my guest and I won't allow..."

Vera interrupted, not letting finish Joan's sentence. "I won't be taking care of the plates." She gave her a smile she's never seen. Was it a seductive smile? She made her way to Joan, only to stand between the table and the woman. The other woman raised her chair and moved slightly backward, making room for whatever Vera was doing.

"What will you be taking care of, then?" She asked, not certain what was about to happen. She tried to keep her voice steady. She didn't want to give Vera a hint of her aroused state.

Just when she was about to protest, Vera sat on her lap, wide open legs. She leaned and took Joan's earlobe between her teeth and pulled it lightly. "You." She purred in her ear. She was kissing the way to the woman's neck, tugging it gently, leaving small red spots on the exposed skin. Joan was trying as hard as she could to remain silent, but she wasn't able to stifle a moan that has escaped her throat. Vera smiled against her skin and continued. She took off Governor's tie and started unbuttoning her shirt.

The older woman tried to protest but decided she wouldn't want to interrupt the other woman. The shirt was already laying on the floor. Vera brought Joan's hands to the back of the chair. The Governor wanted to moved her hands to the front, to caress smaller woman's body, but then she noticed her wrists were captivated with the handcuffs. "When did you..." She asked between the moans. Vera smirked and silenced her with her lips, kissing Joan with more courage than earlier.

A/N : Are we getting to the good part yet? ;)