Sorry it's been ages but I'm just finding it really difficult to find the inspiration for this fic. I'll definitely write two or three more chapters but i really can't promise anything after that. This chapter is incredibly shit and it's soppy and hideously fluffy. I don't even care, if you think it's shit... By all means think that. So yeah, have another chapter. X

"D'you know what, Michael? One day I'm going to walk in to this office and you're just going to greet me... or even better, just stay bloody silent." Lorraine informed him sharply, leaning against the door frame with astounding casualness. Her blonde curls were neatly tumbling around her face, sitting gracefully against the pale blue fabric of her blazer. Nikki was stood out of Michael's view, trying to make polite conversation with Sonya. Nikki's sapphire eyes slowly traced Lorraine's figure, enhanced by an incredibly tight dress, jet black in colour. Lorraine's legs with their perfectly pale skin looked far longer than they truly were, due to the towering Prada heels she was wearing. Nikki wondered for a moment if the soles of Prada shoes were always red, if they were she didn't see the point, but after all she doesn't really do fashion. More importantly, Nikki made several feeble attempts to make her gaze more neutral. The woman was practically undressing the blonde with her eyes, it was the only thing that was going to stop her breaking down... the hope that she could have Lorraine all to herself after work. She cringed slightly at the way in which her mind was working that day... but she wasn't really complaining. Sonya was rabbiting on about something entirely trivial... at some point Nikki thought she heard the tail end of a rant about what the humid weather was doing to her hair, she responded with occasional nods at what she assumed to be appropriate times. Nikki looked back over to the door of Michael's office where Lorraine had been stood, she was still there leaning against the frame. Her weight was shifted more evenly now as she expressed her displeasure about something Michael had said. Michael turned away from Lorraine, a look of defeat on his face. That's my girl, you tell him Lorraine! A slight smile danced across Nikki's lips.

"You 'aven't listened to a word I've been saying 'ave you?" Sonya stated loudly. Nikki's cheeks flushed slightly as she turned back to face Sonya, cautiously.

"I... Um... I..." Nikki stammered, yet again making a fool of herself as she attempted to regain composure.

"Just me waffling on anyways, you've got better things on your mind. My sister being one of 'em." Sonya responded slightly quieter now, her jokey tone seemed tinged with disappointment... or maybe Nikki had just imagined that.

"Well... I... I..." Nikki mumbled again, like a guilty teenager pulled up in front of the head teacher. Get a hold of yourself, it's only Sonya for God sake!

"You're always thinking 'bout her at the moment, aren't you?" Sonya asked carefully, fiddling with a pile of jumbled papers on her desk.

"Well... she is my girlfriend, so..." Nikki began to say, trailing of as she noticed a strange look in Sonya's eyes, "You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah... fine. I'm glad you make her happy Miss Boston..." Sonya began to hurriedly inform Nikki.

"Please, don't call me Miss Boston... It's just too professional." Nikki interrupted with a forced laugh. Sonya continued immediately.

"She thinks I don't realise, y'know, she thinks I didn't notice how she crashed from one forgotten relationship to another... she's never said anythin' about nothing to me." Sonya babbled, Nikki having to stay fully alert to catch the mish-mash of sentences that the woman rattled off.

"She trusts you though Sonya... she just..." Nikki said in an attempt to make Sonya feel slightly less worthless that she was currently portraying herself as.

"She doesn't truly trust anyone... Nikki. Just you. She hasn't said nothing to me 'bout you but I've never seen her so happy since we were kids." Sonya informed Nikki a tad too loudly, but with an awkward glance around, was glad to discover Lorraine hadn't heard.

"Any idea why she hasn't talked to you about any of this?" Nikki asked, almost timidly. She felt almost as though she was doing something terrible by talking about Lorraine to Sonya.

"She don't talk to no-one about stuff like that, she don't know how to. So if she's opened up to you, feel bloody privileged because she trusts you more than her own family!" Sonya spat the last few words more spitefully than either woman had really been expecting, yet another awkward glance around assured the women that Lorraine was still pressing Michael about something.

"Sonya," Nikki began tentatively, feeling as though she should compliment the woman or at least comfort her in some way or other, "from what I can tell... she keeps stuff from you to protect you. She doesn't want you to have to deal with her emotional shit... you know what she's like..."

"Yeah, she's a pain in the arse. She's my sister though... I wanna talk to her about that sort of stuff... I talk crap at her all the time." Sonya sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Talk to her then, she'll listen. I promise. If she refuses, I'll make sure she has to do all her paperwork herself for two weeks and we can both imagine what would happen then." Nikki laughed a tad too loudly, causing Sonya to stifle a giggle; smudging her bright pink lipstick slightly. Nikki shook her head at Sonya but a smile still sat firmly on her lips.

"What are you two giggling about?" came a sudden familiar accent. Lorraine was stood right behind Nikki.

"Oh, nothing. Sonya just... wants a word with-" Nikki began, being cut off sharply by Lorraine.

"Not now Sonya." the blonde retorted. Nikki and Sonya exchanged a look of amusement.

"I just want you to know, I'm 'ere if you wanna talk about anything. Please, I'm your sister, Lo... you can trust me." Sonya practically pleaded with her stubborn sister.

"I don't need bloody... tea and sympathy and a lecture off you Sonya." Lorraine whispered through seething teeth, waving a hand dismissively. Nikki and Sonya exchanged the same look again, however Sonya's eyes were glazed slightly with tears.

"I'm not gonna lecture you sis, I don't know what I'm talking about... I just wanna catch up." Sonya struggled to keep the tears at bay as she tried to persuade her sister.

"I don't have time to catch up. Forget it. I just don't have time." Lorraine protested, a genuine hint of anger in her voice; her arm movement enhancing her words.

"You're going to have even less spare time now." Nikki announced, swallowing her laughter as she struggled to remain serious.

"I can't believe you two. You're like fucking... like... How am I going to have time to sort all my own paperwork?" Lorraine gabbled as the two women sat in the comfortable Ferrari on the drive to Nikki's flat at the end of the day.

"Should agree to talk to Sonya then... and then you might only have to do it for a week." Nikki replied with a smirk on her face, but her tone was as persuasive as she could muster. Deep down her stomach churned at the thought of going home to face Jason now. She'd tried desperately hard to put him to the back of her mind whilst she taught the days lessons... but now she couldn't avoid the thought. She had no rowdy kids with their half-ass attitudes to distract her.

"About what though, Nik? I don't know what to talk about! Everything'll end up about her anyway, always does!" Lorraine mumbled rather too shyly for her.

"She just wants you to trust her babe, just talk about anything... just not about work!" Nikki reassured her, her throat dry now due to her mind going into overdrive where Jason was concerned.

"Alright... maybe. Whatever. Anyway, what're you going to do about your unwelcome house guest?" Lorraine responded with a smile that made Nikki feel dizzy with emotion. Lorraine was clearly changing the subject because she felt far to uncomfortable talking about herself. She opened her mouth to explain how she didn't know what to do about Jason and she couldn't throw him on the streets even though he'd treated her like dirt... but no words came out. She felt a single burning hot tear meandering down her cheek, touching a finger to it, wiping it away furiously.

"Not too sure then. How d'you fancy coming to mine for a while tonight? Or not. Or... we can go somewhere." Lorraine responded authoritatively, but with the kindness that makes her so endearing. Nikki nodded thankfully and murmured, "Yours sounds good."

"I'd hug you or something but... I'd rather not kill us both." Lorraine laughed, clearly attempting to cheer Nikki up. A smile crept across Nikki's lips and a warmth returned to her cheeks.

"We're almost at yours anyway..." Nikki insinuated flirtatiously.

"Still about five minutes away," Lorraine replied, concentrating on the twists and turns in the road, but still driving over the speed limit, "I've gotta do some stuff for Michael this evening aswell." She had said the second part almost as much to remind herself as to inform Nikki.

"Do you really? Do you have to do it tonight?" Nikki breathed as she reached a hand across and placed it on Lorraine's thigh, the fabric of her dress smooth against her hand.

"Nikki!" Lorraine exclaimed, attempting to keep her eyes on the road as they pulled into her street.

"It's fine then, you enjoy doing your paperwork. Don't let me stop you!" Nikki retorted, slightly seriously but her voice was laden with the sarcasm she knew Lorraine couldn't resist, "No, but seriously... I don't want Michael having a go at either of us."

"You... are terrible, but very right." Lorraine laughed as she carefully parked her Ferrari. She quickly opened her door and swung her legs out, under the careful eye of Nikki who couldn't help but smile. Nikki slung her bag over her shoulder and got out the car aswell, slamming the door too hard. Lorraine had already started walking towards the house, her own mind in overdrive thinking about the things that had been troubling her the night before. Get over this, Nikki's perfect... just go with it. Snatching quick breaths of the fresh summer air, she unlocked her front door and then waited outside until Nikki made her way up the path towards her. Her heart was racing, partially due to fending off the doubts of the previous night and partially due to Nikki looking so beautiful.

"Come on, get in you. I'm not in the mood to stand outside all night." Lorraine called with a laugh as Nikki approached the front door. It only took a few more steps until they were face to face.

"What are you in the mood for then, babe?" Nikki breathed, as Lorraine locked the heavy front door with ease. Nikki had said it before she'd even had time to register what she was saying. She sounded like a freak, she sounded downright rude. Lorraine's mind was still running over all the stupid things she'd been thinking about the previous night.

"I..." Lorraine hesitated, her eyes flitting around in their sockets. Putting Jason right to the back of her mind again, Nikki asked what was wrong.

"Nothing's wrong. It's just..." Lorraine began, even she didn't really know what she was going to say next, ever proving that she couldn't explain her feelings the slightest bit, "I need to try and do something." The blonde pulled Nikki's lips down to her's and kissed them hard, just one single kiss, feeling the woman's breath escape as she did so.

"I just needed to see if I could clear my mind of all the stupid things... Turns out, I can." Lorraine laughed, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Don't forget if you ever get a bit cagey about... well, us... please just let me know, Lo." Nikki insisted, her eyes now drawn directly to the blonde's perfectly shaped lips.

"I don't think I'll ever be cagey about us anymore," Lorraine announced almost too confidently, "now come here and stop loitering by the door."

Nikki took a single step closer to the woman in front of her, suddenly feeling a warmth in the atmosphere between them. Lorraine pulled up the sleeve of Nikki's grey blazer and touched her wrist.

"How's it feeling?" She asked kindly, concern being conveyed in their awkward eye contact.

"Much better." Nikki breathed, covering up the hint of pain in her voice. Her eyes were now carelessly scanning Lorraine's face.

"Don't make it any worse... I'd hate to hurt it anymore." Lorraine instructed her, her voice laced with concern.

"I can't leave Jason in my flat. I just can't trust him there." Nikki suddenly mumbled, panicked by a thought that had popped into her head.

"Just forget about him for a while, he can't do any harm at your flat, Nik. Please, just forget about him." Lorraine soothed, tucking a strand of loose hair behind Nikki's ear.

"How do you always know what to say?" Nikki whispered, an unintentional hint of flirtation in her voice.

"Because I know what you're like, I know how your silly mind works." Lorraine chuckled, but as soon as the words had left her mouth, Nikki's warm lips were pressed against hers. After a few seconds, Nikki wrapped her strong arms around Lorraine's waist; ignoring the twinge of pain in her wrist.

"I was expecting a coffee, a glass of wine at most... I thought you had work to do?" Nikki whispered with a smile. That was the truth, all she'd expected was Lorraine to do the paperwork Michael had already asked her to do... she had only wanted more than that.

"Sorry... you can happily have that." Lorraine responded with mock confrontation.

"No you silly sod... coffee doesn't seem all that interesting anymore." Nikki breathed, humour still heavily lacing her voice, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Lorraine twirled a short strand of Nikki's hair around her finger with a shy but enticing smile dancing across her lightly glossed lips.

"What about wine?" Lorraine smirked, her voice catching in her throat as Nikki dropped her arms from around her waist.

"No... not even wine." Nikki breathed as she brushed blonde curls aside. Lorraine felt Nikki's lips plant a single kiss on her neck, sending a surge of new-found confidence through Lorraine's body. She carefully pulled Nikki's grey blazer off her arms and made sure she didn't hurt the woman's wrist. Nikki ran her hands over the soft fabric of Lorraine's dress, tracing her hands over the curves that she'd traced with her eyes earlier that day. She felt the anxieties she had over Jason leave her mind as Lorraine undid the first button of her shirt, Lorraine made her feel calmer than anyone else; she is so much more than a distraction. All day Nikki's mind had worked at a hundred miles an hour because she had so many things to think about... and now, in this moment, she just had Lorraine to think about and it felt like the best form of release she'd ever had.

"You... are perfect." Lorraine whispered, her lips so close to Nikki's skin it made her shiver.

"I'm really not." Nikki protested with nothing but honesty.

"Oh you really are babe, you've gotta believe me!" Lorraine told her, running a single finger along her collar bone, smiling reassuringly.

"What will you do if I don't believe you?" Nikki asked seductively.

"No Nik, this isn't me flirting with you. Please, you've gotta believe me because I can't bear it when you say stuff like that!" Lorraine said, with a slight hint of anger. Lorraine rested her hand on Nikki's collar bone, underneath the lilac fabric of the woman's shirt; she could feel Nikki's heart speed up. Lorraine looked into the woman's gorgeous sapphire eyes and noticed there was a fat tear clinging to her lashes.

"Please don't cry babe, it's the truth... it really is." Lorraine reassured her again, it always felt strange to be the calm and collected one when usually that was Nikki.

"D'you know what Lorraine... I love you." Nikki whispered, the words were hot as they left her lips. Lorraine gently brushed away the tear, her heart was pounding in her chest and making her feel dizzy. She couldn't tell how long it was before she replied, she hoped it was only seconds but it felt like hours. Her body felt warm with happiness at how those words had sounded leaving Nikki's mouth. Nikki had genuinely meant what she said and Lorraine wasn't used to that, so many of the guys she'd had her car-crash relationships with had told her they loved her but they'd never really meant it... or perhaps Lorraine just hadn't wanted to hear it.

"I... I l-love you too, Nik." Lorraine stammered, acutely aware that her cheeks blushing pale pink. She knew that Nikki meant what she said... she loved her... she didn't love her money or her body. Nikki even loved the stressful and panicked side to Lorraine; most of the time; and that was something the blonde had never expected.

"If you knew how cute you looked right now you'd be so embarrassed." Nikki giggled, absent-mindedly playing with Lorraine's curls.

"I'm already embarrassed." Lorraine laughed, closing her eyes and feeling her lashes flutter against her skin.

"What am I going to do with you, eh?" Nikki scoffed, her voice was purely sarcastic.

"Hmm... I don't know." Lorraine hummed, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"I didn't mean it like that, damn you Lorraine! I didn't mean-" Nikki began to protest, incredibly aware how suggestive her previous phrase had sounded. She was cut off as Lorraine pressed a slim finger against her lips.

"No more talking. Just for once... no more talking." Lorraine replied, her words barely audible as she turned and walked away from Nikki.

"Damn you! Tease!" Nikki called behind her, making sure her tone was entirely light-hearted. Am I going to follow her? Does she want me to follow her? Dammit, course she does. Nikki asked her self a series of questions as she decided whether she was going to give in to Lorraine's teasing or be stubborn and stay where she was. Fuck it, I'm going to stay here. Nikki decided that she was going to sit on the sofa and see how long Lorraine would wait. Nikki had underestimated how powerfully Lorraine's teasing affected her and within five minutes she was already getting up off the sofa and walking into Lorraine's bedroom, which is where she assumed she was.

"D'you want a drink now or anything? Or..." Lorraine began to mumble, her blue blazer and her Prada heels now discarded in the corner of her bedroom as she sat on her bed.

"Nah, not really." Nikki replied with a throwaway comment as she walked towards the bed where Lorraine was sat.

"You're confusing sometimes you are." Lorraine breathed, her words catching in her throat again as she tucked her fingers into the pockets of Nikki's trousers.

"Pardon? I'm the confusing one? I think you're queen of confusion... that's a well-earned roll." Nikki scoffed, still managing to stay remarkably ignorant to Lorraine's charms.

Then she felt the blonde's slim fingers move from her pockets and up to her shirt buttons, deftly undoing them one by one.

"Straight forward enough for you, Nik?" Lorraine laughed childishly, clearly giving up on her attempts to make Nikki give in to her teasing... she was too stubborn for that.

"Pretty straight forward, yeah." the woman breathed as she felt Lorraine's hands pressed against her smooth skin as her shirt was discarded by the side of the bed. With a quiet laugh, Lorraine pulled Nikki on to the bed and quickly kissed the nape of her neck. Both women were lost in each other's touch and in each other's trust. It all seemed too good to be true but both women could feel that it truly was reality.