Fic: Fallen (13/?)

Fallen
by Erin Griffin
Fandom: Murder In Suburbia/Imagine Me And You crossover
Pairing: Ash/Scribbs, Rachel/Luce
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: ITV owns these characters.
Summary: When Ash falls and hits her head one rainy afternoon, she wakes up without her recent memory. What she does remember leads her to believe she is married to Scribbs, so to help her get better, Scribbs has to care for Ash as her wife, which leads to many new revelations about her partner... and herself.
Warning: This story has heavy angst, mentions of murder (duh), rape, and other unpleasant things, which is why it will only be mentioned. There is also hurt/comfort, something I don't do that much if ever in fic, so we'll see how it all works out.







Chapter 13

Scribbs and Ash discussed for a couple of minutes where Upy would’ve or should’ve been placed before they both decided that he’d look good on top of Scribbs’ smaller bookshelves next to where she’d put the marriage license David had made for them. It was the only place where he’d add to the décor and be in a spot where it would be easy to access it when they needed to feed him. While they admired Upy for a moment, Scribbs shrugged out of her jacket as Ash stood behind her, her arms slipping around the blonde’s middle.

“How’s your wrist?” Scribbs asked Ash.

“It’s been fine all day,” Ash murmured in her ear.

“Splendid.”

Ash sighed, breathing in her wife’s scent, and buried her nose in her short hair before placing a kiss on her neck. “Mm, I love you haircut, honey,” Ash said.

“Glad you approve,” Scribbs replied, leaning back into her partner and tilting her head to offer more of her neck before she realized what she was doing. Ash placed another kiss on the flesh she’d been given access to, and Scribbs let out a sigh herself. She felt the flutter on her pulse point, as well as the fingers on her stomach as Ash’s hand slipped under her shirt. Scribbs turned within Ash’s light hold so that they were face to face.

Their lips crashed together, Scribbs’ hands locking together behind the brunette’s head before her arms hung over Ash’s shoulders. Ash’s hand continued to move under the blonde’s shirt and the light touches on Scribbs’ back tickled, causing her to arch into her partner more. There was no denying how good Ash’s touch felt, how good she felt in Ash’s arms that morning. She hadn’t felt that in a long time, she knew, but she couldn’t quite remember which one of her ex boyfriends had ever made her feel that way, that loved, that safe.

Ash’s hands moved upwards and Scribbs felt her lungs fill quickly when the hand worked at unhooking her bra. Ash pulled away long enough to look at the blonde DS. Her eyes burned into Scribbs, blazing in a way so unlike the night before when Ash had been angry. “Let me take you to bed, Darling,” she said, her voice low.

Scribbs let herself catch her breath. “Yes.”

Ash took a few steps backwards, slowly guiding them to the bedroom. At one point, she backed into one of the walls and the two women broke apart, although reluctantly. Ash took Scribbs’ hand and together they briskly walked down the small hallway into the bedroom. Scribbs’ mind and heart raced, both with the excitement and nervousness. This would be the first time Scribbs did more than kiss a woman, and she’d be doing it sober. She could feel that need to be with Ash in that way, but she was still scared. This could be the one thing that would clue Ash in to what was reality and what were her own daydreams. If Scribbs didn't ‘measure up’, Ash would know something was wrong.

Ash’s calves touched the mattress as she turned around and kissed Scribbs quickly. Then she lifted the blonde’s shirt and watched as the bra slipped from her shoulders, having been unhooked moments before. The brunette’s arms went around Scribbs’ bare middle, Ash gently pushing the blonde back onto the bed. Scribbs, however, lost her balance. They fell together, Scribbs letting out what sounded like ‘yeep!’ Ash giggled and then continued to feel her wife’s skin. Lips met Scribbs’ chest, and Ash’s kisses fluttered lower until her mouth surrounded the blonde’s left breast. A moment later, Ash’s good hand traveled down under Scribbs’ underwear, her fingers slipping through the slit between the blonde’s legs.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Two weeks since I touched you last?” Ash wondered as the feel of Scribbs coated her fingers.

“Longer,” Scribbs murmured back.

“I can tell, Love, but something’s different.”

“Hm, different?” Scribbs could hardly think. All she knew was that Ash’s finger dare not stop. She tried to keep up with this conversation, though her breathing picked up in its rhythm.

“This… Touching you feels different. Not bad. Not at all, but… it's as if the images in my mind these two weeks are nothing compared to the connection I feel right now.” Ash’s finger moved a little faster as she leaned in to kiss Scribbs. “It feels new to.”

“It’s new to me too,” Scribbs confessed, knowing her partner wouldn’t know exactly what she meant. As her climax came, she wanted to call out her partner’s name, not the name she’d been known as the last few days since she’d been awake, but the name she’d used for the brunette over the last six years. She wanted to cry out “ASH!”, but she didn’t, instead she called, “Kate!” It somehow felt fake; even though she was calling out the same woman’s name.

Scribbs caught her breath a little bit, only to be left breathless again when their lips met once more. As their kisses turned playful, Scribbs took all of two seconds to debate her next move. Taking Ash completely by surprise, Scribbs rolled over on top of Ash. Ash struggled halfheartedly, as if for show, but stopped when she saw the look on Scribbs’ face. The DI wondered what would make her wife look as if she was preparing herself for something. Her thoughts dissolved when Scribbs sat all the way up, but left her hands on Ash’s chest. She moved her hands slowly up and down from the shoulders to the clavicle. When Scribbs got a little bolder, she allowed her hands to move lower, rubbing over Ash’s breasts and then the brunette’s stomach. The blonde’s fingers snuck under Ash’s shirt a few times to feel the smooth skin beneath and then went back up towards the shoulders.

Ash lay under her wife, wondering what had happened to the seductive and confident woman she'd married. ‘She seems almost scared to touch me. Is she afraid she’ll hurt me because of my fall? Doesn’t she know that her touch could only heal me? Their eyes then met, and not knowing why exactly, Ash nodded. Scribbs swallowed, and her hands left the brunette’s chest long enough to undo the top button on Ash’s shirt, then another until it was open and at her sides on the bed. Scribbs’ eyes took in the sight of her new lover in a way she wouldn’t let herself in the shower that morning. Ash had a beautiful slim frame, which on many occasions had been mistaken for fragile, even by her. Over the years she’d learned better, but though she knew Ash’s exterior could take quite the thrashing, she began to wonder about the brunette’s interior, her heart.

Scribbs’ eyes followed her hands down towards her own thighs where Ash’s skin seemed to end, and she shifted on all fours and began to move backwards. It amazed the blonde when Ash made no attempts to stop her, nor did she even ask questions. She trusted Scribbs in the way she couldn’t before. There were no walls up now for either woman, and as Scribbs helped Ash out of her jeans, she felt her nervousness grow. The brunette’s hips lifted to assist Scribbs and the blonde noticed the bruise that’d caught her attention that morning in the shower. After the jeans were tossed somewhat carelessly to the side, Scribbs kissed that bruise. There was a small, mostly healed cut on Ash’s shin, and Scribbs ran her hands over the brunette’s hips and thighs, down her knees to her shins. Her fingers brushed lightly over the cut, and then wrapped around that calf. Scribbs felt the muscle there twitch. Perhaps her touch tickled, but she didn’t test that theory.

Scribbs’ eyes roamed upwards, to Ash's stomach and chest. As if reading her mind, Ash sat up a bit to remove her bra. Scribbs massaged the shoulders where the straps had been, before her hands explored the skin around and on Ash’s chest, watching as the brunette’s nipples hardened. Scribbs saw Ash’s pale skin flush and found it beautiful. As she leaned back and hooked her fingers in Ash’s underwear, Ash moved her long legs out and Scribbs wasn’t sure what she wanted to do from there. She’d seen porn. A lot of it, but she’d also seen a lot of ER. It didn’t make her an expert in lesbian sex or open heart surgery.

Scribbs had felt good when Ash’s fingers touched her. She let herself settle at Ash’s side at the same time her fingers entered Ash. The brunette’s eyes closed, and she took in a deep breath. As their rhythm increased, Scribbs knew Ash was being a quiet lover, and though she didn’t want it, she’d expected it. “Don’t hold back, Kate. This is me. You trust me, and I trust you. We don’t share , but we have this. This is ours, Kate.”

A few moments later Ash cried out Scribbs’ name and the blonde let out a sigh, thinking that all those other people who had ever dare pass Ash by were stupid. How could they have not seen the strength and beauty Ash possessed? At the twinge of jealousy at the thought of someone else noticing this in her partner, she felt it all click into place for her. ‘Is this what it means to fall in love with you, Ash?’ she thought to herself as she settled into the brunette and let Ash hold her in an embrace. When a few moments later Ash’s stroking hand moved downward and grabbed at her rear, Scribbs said, “I never knew before now, how much you seem to like my arse.”

Ash shrugged and said shamelessly, “It’s a fine arse.” She gave the said body part a squeeze and the blonde squeaked. The two women’s giggles could be heard as they wrestled, which initiated another round of love making.

Later, as Scribbs held Ash close and gently scribed circles on her wife's stomach, she wondered, ‘If I fell for Ash, would it be such a bad thing? Would it make me gay? What would it really matter if we could be happy this way?’.