A quiet night in by not_the_OG_plan Category: Line of Duty (TV 2012), Motherland (series) Genre: F/F, Oneshot, Smut, Technically not Line of Duty I’m sorry, yoghurts are sexy no apologies Characters: Julia Johnson, Kate Fleming (Line of Duty), Liz (motherland), Patricia Carmichael Language: English Status: Completed Published: 2021-06-21 Updated: 2021-06-21 Packaged: 2022-11-07 10:26:15 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Chapters: 1 Words: 1,743 Publisher: archiveofourown.org Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32098381 Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/not_the_OG_plan/pseuds/not_the_OG_plan Summary: Julia eats a yoghurt. Liz wants some. Relationships: Joanne Davidson/Kate Fleming, Liz/Julia Johnson Comments: 7 Kudos: 34 A quiet night in Author's Note: Apologies for what you are about to read. ‘Looking at these animals, I’m struck by the astounding similarities between the animal kingdom and the human race…’ A monotone voice issued from the television. Liz was perched on the arm of Julia’s sofa, a look of tipsy disapproval on her face. ‘What is this?’ She spoke in an accusatory manner. ‘Dunno. Some David Attenborough wannabe prick.’ Julia said tiredly. She was a little drunker than Liz, and was lying on the sofa, feeling unexpectedly mellow. ‘But where animals rely solely on their primal instincts, humanity has adapted to the society it has created, implementing a social order, forever concerned with the minutiae of social etiquette – that is, what we ought, and ought not, to do…’ ‘It’s a load of shit. Go on, change it.’ Julia grabbed the remote, squinting at the television and flicking lazily through the channels, pockets of indistinct noise blaring, then changing a second later to something different. She stopped when she reached the news, and turned it down quieter. ‘This’ll do. There’s nothing else on.’ Liz said nothing. She was looking at Julia, stretched out on the sofa, below her. She looked different to usual – relaxed, and tousled, but in an easy, almost glamourous way. Her top was sitting unevenly, and revealed her neck and some of her chest. The top button of her jeans was undone. Their eyes met. ‘What?’ ‘Nothing.’ Julia watched Liz with curiosity as she turned back to the television. Some of her hair was caught in the collar of her shirt, and she was sitting with her legs either side of the sofa arm. Julia had to tilt her head upward to see her, and she thought vaguely that she looked especially nice sitting there above her, but also distant. She wanted her closer. ‘Come sit down properly, I’ll budge up a bit.’ ‘I’m alright here.’ Julia sulked slightly, but quickly reached over to the plate on the table to disguise her disappointment. She grabbed a spoon and a small yoghurt, opened it and rested it on her stomach. Liz watched as she ate, silently transfixed. Every mouthful, she would suck, slowly and leisurely, on the spoon, her cheeks hollowing. At one point she ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. She glanced down at Julia’s navel, where the pot was resting precariously, moving up and down as she breathed. Liz slid down from the arm and into the corner of the sofa. Julia shifted her legs just enough to avoid being crushed, pleased at their closeness. ‘Can I have some?’ Liz asked suddenly. ‘Of this?’ Julia pointed to her Petit Filous. ‘Yeah.’ ‘No!’ Liz laughed at the look of incredulity on Julia’s face, and reached across to where the pot sat on her stomach. ‘Go on, just a spoonful.’ Julia, laughing too, snatched it away from Liz, holding it out of reach, and Liz clambered further up the sofa, trying in vain to grab it. ‘Get your own, you greedy bitch!’ Their laughter subsided and their smiles faded as they realised how close they both were. Liz was nearly on top of Julia, and her hand was planted firmly on her upper-arm, her wrist pressing into her waist. Julia could feel Liz’s breath tickling her neck warmly, and she shivered in spite of the heat. They stared at each other, their silence growing heavier as the news report buzzed quietly. ‘I like it when you say that.’ Liz said, her voice quiet and low. Julia remained quiet, lost for words. Any words she could think felt far too heavy, too cumbersome, for this moment, unexpectedly delicate. Liz spoke again, in that same voice. ‘When you swear. It suits you.’ Julia wanted to respond, but before she could, Liz moved suddenly away. As she disentangled herself from Julia, however, the yoghurt spoon toppled out of the pot, and landed on Julia. ‘Shit.’ She murmured, looking at the mess. Liz, too, looked at the mess. Her resolve from a moment ago (to forget it, it was a bad idea, it wasn’t going to happen) wavered as she took in the scene before her: Julia, flushed with warmth, a smear of yoghurt across her chest, and some on her fingers, which Liz watched her suck, one by one. She felt at once very drunk, and a shocking, intense clarity. And warm. All over, she felt warm. Fuck it. She moved back to where she was a moment ago, leaning over Julia, and lowered her head until she was inches from her neck. ‘…What are you doing?’ Julia whispered, barely a sound, like she didn’t want to be heard. ‘I told you.’ Liz said slowly. ‘I want some.’ She sucked on Julia’s jaw. Her mouth was hot. Julia breathed in as she moved lower, feeling her tongue trailing down from her jaw, to her neck, then her clavicle, where she licked the yoghurt from her skin, pausing, swallowing it and beginning again. Julia lay still, not daring to move lest she upset the fragility of the moment – so unlikely, so vulnerable, that any wrong movement, sound or touch could put an end to it. But shouldn’t they stop? Shouldn’t they abandon this confusing, mad… What is this? Julia tilted her head backward, exposing more of her neck. This is your friend – this is a woman, this is - ‘Liz…’ Julia moaned. Liz lifted her head, looking at Julia with want, and unexpected pleasure at hearing her name like that. Her lips were dark and shining. Julia grabbed her hair, pulling her up until their faces were level with each other, and kissed her. Hard. Liz pressed into her lips so forcefully it hurt, and she opened her mouth, so the kiss grew wet and she felt Liz’s tongue on her own. They were both moaning now – a constant, breathless expression of pleasure shared between the two of them, quiet and sweet, until Liz shifted one leg over Julia so she sat, straddled, over her hips. ‘Fuck…’ Julia moaned loudly – the fragility from a moment ago was gone, and in its place was a plain need for satisfaction. Liz’s legs squeezed around her waist, and she sat up, pressing her body into Liz’s. She broke the kiss. Liz looked at her, her face demanding an explanation. Julia gave her one. ‘Take your shirt off.’ ‘What?’ Liz laughed slightly, amused by the tone of desperation in Julia’s voice – she would never have thought of her as needy before now. ‘Take your shirt off. I want to…’ See your tits. Touch them. Suck them. ‘Shit, just take your shirt off, Liz!’ ‘Alright…’ Liz said, a little exasperated. She began unbuttoning her shirt clumsily. The further down she got (the more skin she exposed), the more impatient Julia grew. At the sight of her navel, Julia was ready to tear the shirt clean off her, but then Liz paused. She smirked, then seized hold of Julia’s own top and pulled it up, over her head, and off in one swift movement. Julia, unlike Liz, wasn’t wearing a bra, and would have grown self-conscious if Liz hadn’t resumed kissing her, this time feeling her bare skin. As her hands roamed over the back of her neck, her right shoulder, her left breast, Julia worked at Liz’s clothing, pulling open her shirt the rest of the way, undoing her bra, and sliding everything off her, so they were both quite bare. The longer they kissed, the more passionate they grew. Julia began clawing at Liz’s back blindly, pressing her breasts against Liz’s as she began, once again, to kiss Julia, working her way downward – her neck, her collarbones, and further, until she pushed Julia onto her back and sat on top of her, her mouth in the space in between her breasts and moving, finally, to suck on her nipple. Julia was utterly absorbed in the feel of Liz’s mouth on her, to the point that she didn’t notice the tugging on her jeans, which were already half-open. ‘Liz?’ ‘Take them off.’ Liz mouthed against her skin. Julia slid her hand between them, down to her jeans. She prised open the remaining button, feeling Liz smile at the sound of the fastening coming undone, and tugged at the zip, which came down in increments, frustratingly slowly. Liz shifted lower down the sofa until her head was level with Julia’s stomach. Julia lifted her hips up off the sofa, and began wriggling her jeans down. Liz, growing impatient with her slowness, yanked them all the way down. She licked once, wetly, from her navel to the line of her underwear. Then, slipping her thumb under the material, she pulled them down. Julia gave a shuddering breath: Liz had clamped a hand over her hip, and was kissing the inside of her thighs. She bit her, not softly, and it was when Julia inhaled sharply at the stinging sensation, that she moved, finally, between her legs. Julia threw her head back at the feel of Liz’s tongue inside her. Her hand forcing her down, another pinching her nipple. Her own legs pushing into Liz’s bare shoulders, her neck. Liz began to suck her. She groaned. Liz did too, but didn’t move from between Julia’s legs, and she felt the sound with pleasure, laughing breathlessly. As she grew closer to the edge, she began to strain against Liz’s hand, which was pinning her down. ‘No…’ Liz murmured into her. ‘…no, keep still…’ But that only pushed Julia closer, and she grew desperate to move with the waves of pleasure building inside her. ‘…Please - ’ ‘No.’ And Liz held her tighter, at the same time sucking harder, and pushing her tongue deeper. Julia forgot herself. She began moaning in earnest, and as she reached her peak, she found Liz’s head and forced it further in between her legs. ‘Liz - ’ She gasped, went rigid. Then she came. Crying out in ecstasy, and Liz continued working her tongue inside her all through the surge of pleasure. It was only when she moved her head away that Julia became aware of how wet she was – from Liz and herself. Liz leant back, collapsing on the opposite end of the sofa. Their legs tangled slackly. They looked at each other, breathing hard. ‘Was that, um…’ Liz paused, licking her swollen lips. A mistake. She thinks it was a mistake. Julia dreaded her reply. She needn’t have. Liz pointed to the empty yoghurt pot lying on the floor. ‘Was that apricot?’