“Last day of the holidays,” Bernie said with a sigh, on waking up. She rolled over and put a possessive arm around Serena. “I’m going to miss this.”
“As am I,” Serena agreed. “This has been one of the best holidays I’ve had, and it’s all thanks to you.”
“Definitely the best I’ve ever had.”
“Even better than your honeymoon?” Serena teased, as she ran her fingers gently through Bernie’s messy hair.
“I’ve had a lot more sex than on my honeymoon,” Bernie said with a grin, “You and your insatiable appetite.”
“Mmm, you have been very… giving…” Serena kissed her and Bernie responded enthusiastically.
“It’s fun giving when the recipient is so passionate. Not to mention beautiful.” Serena’s body was warm against hers. Bernie trailed her fingers up smooth thighs. “We don’t have to be anywhere very soon, do we?” she asked. She could feel Serena’s breath quickening. “I feel like being generous again.”
“You are very, very good at that,” Serena said, sometime later, pushing back damp hair from her forehead and smiling down at Bernie, who was nestled between her thighs. “I’m going to miss it.”
“But not for long,” Bernie said, wriggling back up the bed until she was face to face with Serena again. “Date on Friday.”
“Date on Friday, job application over the weekend, new job next month,” Serena said firmly.
“That’s the aim,” Bernie agreed with a smile. “But if I don’t get it, I’ll take some locum work in Holby and move anyway. I’m not letting you get away now that I’ve found you.”
“Likewise,” Serena said. “But Hanssen will love you, Bernie. Who wouldn’t want renowned trauma surgeon Berenice Wolfe on their staff?”
B ernie laughed. “I’m not sure whether renowned is the right word. Stubborn and bloody tough, perhaps.”
“Sometimes that’s what you need to be, in our game. Where are you going?” She added as Bernie made a move to get out of bed.
“Breakfast?” Bernie suggested, but the look in Serena’s eyes made her lie back again.
“There’s an hour left,” Serena said, “And I intend to spend at least some of that doing some giving of my own.” With a feral smile she rolled over, pinned Bernie beneath her.
Bernie grabbed her waist, held her tightly and laughed. “Well, I’m not going to argue with you.”