Part deux because I'd hit the character limit... (I hope nothing got 'eaten' in the process :s)
“I do little else but look at you, every chance I get,” Bernie said with such feeling that Serena stopped in her tracks. “I can barely take my eyes off you at the best of times, but dressed like that? And playing strip poker with you? You’re right, I was letting you win, but for my sake as much as yours! I mean, I wasn’t going to jump you in the car park or anything like that, but my blood’s every bit as red as yours, I’ll have you know, and there’s only so much teasing I can take.”"
You really *are* trying to kill this entire fandom, aren't you? The plague of good writing and you're immersed into a fic you can never escape!
"she made to lean across the table, but Serena was ahead of her, and she suddenly found herself with a lap full of red silk and warm curves, and then she was aware of little else as their lips met in a kiss that was soft but by no means tentative. They explored each other slowly, savouring the taste of bourbon on each other’s mouths, the warmth of each other’s bodies, the sense of finally coming home to each other. But when Bernie felt Serena’s hand drop to her bare thigh, she gasped and broke from their kiss." To be fair it *was* Bernie who'd removed her trousers... (but damn was that paragraph Something *-*)
"Apparently I just needed a bit of Dutch courage and the right circumstances to act on it.” She leaned her forehead against Bernie’s with a smile.
“I thought Jack Daniels was American,” Bernie said with a puzzled note in her voice" This, stupidly enough, might be what made me laugh the most in the whole of this fic, Oh Bernie!
"“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Serena asked with a glint in her eye, and she looked meaningfully at the pile of clothes next to the barrel, and Bernie laughed sheepishly.
“I was, rather,” she said, and Serena watched with a smile as Bernie pulled her trousers on." Some people get warm under the collar, others just straight out forget their trousers... Oh Bernie, bis (or ter, and so on, haven't we all lost count by now??)
"As she did so, the last card she had palmed to throw the hand tumbled to the table, landing face up. She picked it up with a little laugh.
“Well, would you look at that. I think I’ll be keeping you,” she said as she tucked it back into her pocket. “And tomorrow? I’ll be spending Christmas Eve with my very own Queen of Hearts.”" Now that WAS cheesy. Of which I'm a huge fan!
This was, just... Something *-* I really, really, really love it, and it's been a while since I'd had to split a commentary in two like this, let alone for a one shot!^^
Thank you, thank you, thank you, this is a *fabulous* gift, that I know will continue to make me flail for times to come!! <3 Have a lovely Christmas!!
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