#like i hate Spence but i love to hate Spence he's an arsehole but his attitude to things is really quite fun

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"Just what exactly do you think you're doing?" for the Serena ship of your choice :)

So, saying chose ur own Serena ship is just way too much power and there’s no way I could ever settle on just one, so in the end I went w three of them and also these ended up ficlettes not five sentences lmao whoops. 

Serena/Colette, teen, Serena Campbell: Power Dyke au

“Just what exactly do you think you’re doing?” Serena purrs as Colette nuzzles her nose into her neck, soft and warm over the pulse point below her ear. “We’re going to be late for work.”

“And?” Colette quips back, hand reaching over the gear stick between them to rest on Serena’s thigh; Serena’s tangles their fingers together to stop the hand moving higher. Colette pouts against her skin and mumbles: “What’s being a few minutes late? You’re the boss, after all.”

“That I am,” Serena hums thoughtfully, feels the same hum of pride that’s been sitting in her heart since the board offer her the job flare at the prospect of finally getting to run Holby the way it could, should, be, until she gets distracted as Colette trails a line of kisses down to her collarbone. Her eyes flutter shut.

 “Hmm, okay, just a few more minutes, I don’t want to be actually late on my first day.”

Serena can feel the smirk against her skin and smiles; gasp as Colette nips just below the collar of her shirt, grunts as she rakes her hands through Colette’s hair to wrench her head back, groans into her mouth as she kisses her long and thorough and well. She might have a hospital to run, but she can have a few more minutes of this, before the tyranny of the boardroom begins. 

Under the cut for content+length are two establishing ficlets: a) Serena/Spence in canon compliment previous relationship (shag #3), mature, and b) Serena/Spence+Serena/Fleur aka the partner sharing Serena sandwich, teen.

“Just what exactly do you think you’re doing?” Serena queries, thick voiced and tightlipped, as she holds her scrubs top in her hand.

“I want you to reconsider,” Michael replies as he swaggers towards her from the now locked door of the change room to stop in front of her.

“And why would I do that?” she quips right back, poised and dismissive, mouth curled at the corner.

He smirks, scrapes a hand through her hair and rest a hand on her hip, squeezes his grip and tilts her face towards him. She quirks a brow at the gleam in his eye, the cocky grin plastered on his face, at the request she has every intention of accepting. Throws her scrub top towards the bench.

She rocks up on her toes every so slightly, lets her lips part, lets her eyes close as he kisses her hard. Moans as he guides her backwards towards the locker, breaks away with a gasp as her back hits cold metal.

“Okay, I’m listening,” she pants out, feels his hand familiar on her thigh, lets him guide a practiced knee over his hip. She groans as his mouth runs hot over her neck and rests her hand on the back of his head to keep him there like she has all those times before. “Convince me.”

For a moment she thinks the challenge is too much, when he pushes back against her hand, pulls his mouth away from her skin, lowers her leg back onto the ground. Till he sneers, almost feral, rests both hands on her hips, and promised he’ll do more than that.

She feels herself flipped around, finds herself pressed hard against the lockers, feels a handing her hair pulling her back. Moans deep in her throat; presses her hips back against his. She arches hard, lets her head fall against his shoulder, lets her face fall to the side to extend her neck. Feels his lips on her neck and his hand inside her scrubs and begs for more.

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“Just what exactly do you think you’re doing?” Serena chides as Fleur plucks the half drunk glass of shiraz from her hand.

“Got an offer for you.” Fleur smirks, holds out her other hand empty and open, and beckons her up. “Come with me?”

Serena raises her brows at the request but follows nonetheless: slips her hand into Fleur’s, lets herself be hauled out of her chair, follows behind as they cross the bar to an occupied table.

“Oh, it’s you,” Serena says through a pout.

Michael snorts. “Don’t sound so excited.”

Fleur giggles, plonks herself beside Spence, puts Serena’s glass in front of the third, empty chair of the table. Serena settles herself down, smirks at him as she reacquaints herself with her wine, feels a slightly uneasy warmth wash over her as the two of them stare. She puts her glass down gently, side eyes the both of them, and squints slightly.

“What is it?” Serena asks, equal parts curious and suspicious. “What are you two up to?”

“You, hopefully,” Spence replies and Serena baulks.

“What?”

“Hear us out,” Fleur starts, chancing a glance at Michael before turning her full attention back to Serena, and starts explaining how neither of them had properly thanked her for lecture offers, before detailing exactly how the two of them would like to thank her now.

Serena feels her face shift from surprise to curiosity to blatant interest as Fleur talks and Spence nods and the both of them undress her with their eyes.

“Well, I can’t say it’s something I’ve thought about before,” Serena starts, keeps her syllabus measured as shiraz tingles on her lip. “But I am very appreciative of the offer,” she continues, thinking about being passed between the two of them for the night, and squeezes her thighs together. “And if it’s serious, then yes.”

They both smile at her, hungry and wanting, and shrill runs up her spine. She delights in what she’s gotten herself into, as the three of them leave linked arm in arm with Serena sandwiched between them, and wonders what else they have in store for her tonight. 

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okay so i know it started as hate!fucking but now there are moments when i’m legit enemies to lovers shipping Serena/Spence and idk wtf is happening w my life i’m just holding on to the handrails as I careen straight into hell in a handbasket

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okay also I really need someone who is terrible at dating (probs Sasha but also Raf and Arthur would work too) getting advice on how to plan a perfect date, and Spence and Serena are both like, stop w the touchy feelings nonsense and take her out somewhere fancy to spoil her and then rail her real good, and they’re speaking in proper sentences and adding on pointers to each other like a proper conversation, and then realise at some point that *oh shit our ideal “aiming for a sweaty encounter” date plan is exactly the same* and then *awkies*