So, I seem to have hit a wall with both my ongoing fics so I've decided to write some oneshots that will probably be Freechamp based.

If you have any prompts you'd like me to write then let me know and I'll see what I can do.

I Kissed A Girl

"Please?" Rita fluttered her eyelashes at the consultant sat beside her, papers scattered untidily over the coffee table, along with two, half full glasses of wine, the empty bottle on the floor by the corner of the sofa.

"No" Connie said firmly, "absolutely no way."

"But…"

Connie shook her head as she reached for her glass, "no Rita."

"But have you heard the lyrics Connie? They're perfect for us, I mean I even own cherry lipbalm."

"I have heard the lyrics Rita, that's exactly why I'm saying no."

"But Connie…" the nurse pouted and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Rita" Connie chuckled as she leaned over to kiss Rita's pout, "I love you, and you know that more often than not I'm happy to compromise with you when you come up with some crazy idea but this time...I mean for a start, you might have kissed me and liked it but I'd like to think I was more than just an 'experimental game' to you."

"But I got so brave, drink in hand."

"The drink wasn't in your hand" Connie smiled as she thought back to the night of their first kiss, "the alcohol that night was most firmly in your blood stream."

"You were drunk too."

"Not drunk enough to follow my boss out of a bar, pull her into a dark alley and molest her."

Rita winked cheekily as she swallowed a mouthful of wine, "I don't remember you complaining, in fact…" she smirked as she too thought back, gently circling the rim of her wine glass with her index finger, "I might have kissed you first…"

"Kissed me, more like grabbed me, pushed me against the wall and rammed your tongue down my throat." Connie raised one eyebrow as she looked at Rita.

"Well, I might have done that, but if I remember correctly I didn't have my hand up my own top in the taxi" she challenged.

"No" Connie agreed, "no you didn't but that's probably because your hands were quite busy up my skirt weren't they?"

"Yeah" Rita laughed as she drained her glass, "yeah they were."

Connie smiled and kissed Rita softly, "shall I get another bottle?" she asked, gesturing to their empty glasses, "we're not working tomorrow."

Rita nodded, "yeah, why not, maybe if I get you drunk enough you'll agree with me."

"You can try" Connie laughed as she stood from the sofa, "but it's not going to work."

Connie left the room, returning a few moments later with a second bottle of wine to find Rita sat cross legged on the sofa, a glossy magazine on her lap but she wasn't paying any attention to it as she stared blankly into space, a dreamy smile on her face, "what are you grinning at?" she asked softly as she sat down beside her and refilled both their glasses.

"You" Rita smiled as she thanked Connie and picked up her glass again, "that night, the first night we…"

"Yes well…"

"I can't believe I woke up the next morning to you trying to sneak out on me."

"I thought it would be awkward if we…" Connie didn't get chance to finish before Rita continued with her story.

"I woke up and you were in your underwear by the door, you had your clothes in one hand and your shoes in the other as you tried to leave before I woke up."

"I thought it was just going to be a one off, I thought I'd save all the awkwardness and embarrassment of us talking about it being a one time thing and go to work."

"You were trying to sneak out."

"Yes Rita, we've established that."

"But Connie" Rita laughed, "we were in your house...In your bed!"

Connie's cheeks flushed pink, "I know" she frowned, "but when I woke up you were fast asleep, I knew you weren't working and…" she shrugged softly and looked down at her wine glass, "you looked so peaceful, so settled, I didn't want to wake you up" she whispered.

Rita smiled softly and gently took hold of Connie's chin, forcing the consultant to look at her, "I love you" she whispered as she gently brushed their lips together.

Connie smiled, "I love you too."

"And now you get to wake up with me every morning."

"Yes, well, you were quite well behaved that first night, now I'm stuck with you you steal the duvet, you wriggle, you've got the boniest elbows and coldest feet I've ever felt on another person and I've lost count of the number of times I've woken on the edge of the bed because you're laid out like a starfish."

"If you cuddled with me I wouldn't need to wriggle because I wouldn't be trying to find you in my sleep, and you'd have plenty of duvet if you were snuggled into me" Rita poked her tongue out cheekily, "and stop sleeping on the edge to get away from me" she pouted before smirking slightly, "I don't remember either of us being well behaved that night though, I mean you…"

"I meant when you were sleeping" Connie interrupted, she didn't think she'd ever forget the sight of waking up to Rita sleeping beside her for the first time, the usually strong woman looked so innocent, so young as she slept peacefully. Connie had taken the time to commit every single inch of her face to her memory that morning before making the heartbreaking decision to leave, she was certain she could pinpoint every single one of the handful of freckles that danced over Rita's nose once she'd wiped away the fine layer of foundation she'd worn to work. She only had to close her eyes and she could see her now, one hand grasping the top of the duvet as she held it to her chin, the thick covers moving slightly with each breath Rita took, her short blonde hair sticking up randomly from where it had rubbed against the pillowcase and if she thought about it enough Connie was almost certain she could hear the nurse's soft breaths, she could still feel the air brushing over her cheek every time Rita exhaled. She could still remember the exact moment Rita woke the next morning, a dreamy sigh as she rolled onto her back, she could still see the frown that formed when, after reaching out her left arm, Rita had found herself alone. She could see Rita shuffling slightly before she sat up, the duvet clutched against her chest for modesty as she took in her surroundings before finally noticing Connie. Connie remembered the crack in Rita's voice when she asked Connie if she was leaving, she remembered how surprised she was to find tears filling her eyes as she'd nodded and simply said she was going to work. She remembered Rita's solemn nod and a promise to be out of the way as soon as she could before Rita stood from the bed, modesty forgotten as she began pulling on her clothes to leave.

Connie didn't realise how long she'd been daydreaming for until she felt Rita's lips brush a temple, her fingers gently combing through Connie's long hair as the older woman's head had come to rest on her shoulder, "you okay?" she asked softly when she noticed Connie seemed to be back with her.

"Yeah" Connie nodded against Rita's shoulder, "sorry."

"You don't need to apologise."

"We haven't really got very far have we?" Connie asked as she gestured to the papers and magazines on the coffee table, reaching forwards to pick up a notebook that she'd been jotting things down in earlier in the evening.

"We've got the most important things sorted" Rita said softly, her arm snaking around Connie's waist, "the venues were sorted months ago, we've both got our outfits sorted, you only want a small ceremony and Charlie and Zoe have agreed to be our witnesses, we've got the catering sorted for the reception."

"Which I still can't believe you've talked me into."

Rita chuckled, "They're our colleagues and our friends" she said softly, "they want to share our happiness, they want to celebrate with us."

"They're hoping for a free bar"

"They'll be bringing presents" Rita smirked, "but there isn't really that much else to sort" she pointed to the blank space on the page beneath where Connie had written 'music' "you know what you could put in there."

"No."

"But Connie"

Connie chuckled, "how about a compromise?"

"Depends what it is."

"I refuse to have 'I kissed a girl' played at our wedding, I will however make sure it's played at the reception."

"As our first dance?"

"Maybe"

Rita smiled slightly and pulled Connie closer, "I'm sure I could convince you…" she mumbled against Connie's lips before kissing her

Connie nodded into the kiss, "I might need quite a lot of convincing."

Rita smirked as she gently laid her hand on Connie's thigh, "I'm sure that can be arranged" she whispered in between kisses.

Connie smiled as she gently laid her forehead against Rita's, "I love you."

Rita took the opportunity to steal another kiss, "I love you too, even if you don't appreciate my great taste in music."

"You're an idiot."

"Yeah" Rita grinned, "but I'm your idiot."

"Promise?"

Rita nodded, her forehead still against Connie's, "I promise."