around the clock: the bill (gina gold/amber johanssen) 16:00-19:00
Title: Better Judgement
Author: arjuna_lj
Prompt: 16:00 / evolution
Fandom: The Bill
Chrono: post-Ep #337
Pairing: Gina Gold/Amber Johanssen
Rating: PG
Words: 100
There's no such thing as a Sympathy Fuck.
Watching the girl's slow, easy breathing, Gina's struck by the sense of something
missing. Defensiveness. Her desperate need not to be seen giving a toss.
-- I bet you made a lousy escort, she mutters, and pulls herself, slowly, out of bed.
Pulling on the - ridiculously frou-frou - gown Amber's given her, she makes up her
mind. Everyone deserves a last chance.
-- I'll make a copper out of you yet, Madam, she says. Aloud. And shakes her gently
awake. They've an hour free, but she's well aware Amber isn't a morning person.
***
Title: Get Off On Diminished Capacity
Author: arjuna_lj
Prompt: 17:00 / finite
Fandom: The Bill
Chrono: post-Ep #339
Pairing: Gina Gold/Amber Johanssen
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Done is done, that's Gina's motto. Okay, so even Adam would have had to carpet her
over the incident. It's only fair. But the way Prosser's gone at it...
No. That poor plod. She knows how she'd react if one of Barton Street's finest
pulled the same stunt on Yvonne or Tony.
She shouldn't have lost her cool. Somehow she manages to say so, yet maintain a
dignified defence, to the troops. They're the ones that matter. It's telling in the
extreme that in the cold light of day only Amber really approves of her actions.
Some bloody role model.
***
Title: Right On Track Like James Dean's Car
Author: arjuna_lj
Prompt: 18:00 / afterlife
Fandom: The Bill
Chrono: post Ep #339
Pairing: Gina Gold/Amber Johanssen
Rating: PG
Words: 100
-- I'm still your bloody boss, says Gina, turning away. - And frankly, you're in the
wrong job.
-- I'm learning, aren't I?
Amber slides her arms around Gina, strangely comforted by the weight of those heavy
breasts; the scent of cigars.
-- Not so's I've noticed. And don't think this earns you any special favours.
-- This is harassment, says Amber sulkily, a prepared and theatrical speech to that
effect dying on her lips as she looks up into the mirror.
Gina's laughing. Mostly at herself. Her hands close gently around Amber's own.
-- Just you try it, my girl.
***
Title: The Doll's House, Darkness, Old Perfume
Author: arjuna_lj
Prompt: 19:00 / outdated
Fandom: The Bill
Chrono: Ep# 342
Pairing: Gina Gold/Amber Johanssen
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Gina snores lightly, especially when she's drunk or unwell. Amber doesn't mind. She
can always go home.
Sleep doesn't smooth the lines around Gina's eyes; it deepens them, unveils the pain.
Her hands curl, twitch, incessantly. Nails clipped and worn, the first faint signs of
arthritis, testify to hard work of some kind. When the uniform's off.
Something inside Amber itches at the idea that she doesn't know what. She's never
asked. Gina's never said. Perhaps nobody knows.
With a sudden, surprising, rush of affection, she resolves to ask. She will.
Tomorrow.
When they awake, she's forgotten all about it.
***
Author: arjuna_lj
Prompt: 16:00 / evolution
Fandom: The Bill
Chrono: post-Ep #337
Pairing: Gina Gold/Amber Johanssen
Rating: PG
Words: 100
There's no such thing as a Sympathy Fuck.
Watching the girl's slow, easy breathing, Gina's struck by the sense of something
missing. Defensiveness. Her desperate need not to be seen giving a toss.
-- I bet you made a lousy escort, she mutters, and pulls herself, slowly, out of bed.
Pulling on the - ridiculously frou-frou - gown Amber's given her, she makes up her
mind. Everyone deserves a last chance.
-- I'll make a copper out of you yet, Madam, she says. Aloud. And shakes her gently
awake. They've an hour free, but she's well aware Amber isn't a morning person.
***
Title: Get Off On Diminished Capacity
Author: arjuna_lj
Prompt: 17:00 / finite
Fandom: The Bill
Chrono: post-Ep #339
Pairing: Gina Gold/Amber Johanssen
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Done is done, that's Gina's motto. Okay, so even Adam would have had to carpet her
over the incident. It's only fair. But the way Prosser's gone at it...
No. That poor plod. She knows how she'd react if one of Barton Street's finest
pulled the same stunt on Yvonne or Tony.
She shouldn't have lost her cool. Somehow she manages to say so, yet maintain a
dignified defence, to the troops. They're the ones that matter. It's telling in the
extreme that in the cold light of day only Amber really approves of her actions.
Some bloody role model.
***
Title: Right On Track Like James Dean's Car
Author: arjuna_lj
Prompt: 18:00 / afterlife
Fandom: The Bill
Chrono: post Ep #339
Pairing: Gina Gold/Amber Johanssen
Rating: PG
Words: 100
-- I'm still your bloody boss, says Gina, turning away. - And frankly, you're in the
wrong job.
-- I'm learning, aren't I?
Amber slides her arms around Gina, strangely comforted by the weight of those heavy
breasts; the scent of cigars.
-- Not so's I've noticed. And don't think this earns you any special favours.
-- This is harassment, says Amber sulkily, a prepared and theatrical speech to that
effect dying on her lips as she looks up into the mirror.
Gina's laughing. Mostly at herself. Her hands close gently around Amber's own.
-- Just you try it, my girl.
***
Title: The Doll's House, Darkness, Old Perfume
Author: arjuna_lj
Prompt: 19:00 / outdated
Fandom: The Bill
Chrono: Ep# 342
Pairing: Gina Gold/Amber Johanssen
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Gina snores lightly, especially when she's drunk or unwell. Amber doesn't mind. She
can always go home.
Sleep doesn't smooth the lines around Gina's eyes; it deepens them, unveils the pain.
Her hands curl, twitch, incessantly. Nails clipped and worn, the first faint signs of
arthritis, testify to hard work of some kind. When the uniform's off.
Something inside Amber itches at the idea that she doesn't know what. She's never
asked. Gina's never said. Perhaps nobody knows.
With a sudden, surprising, rush of affection, she resolves to ask. She will.
Tomorrow.
When they awake, she's forgotten all about it.
***