Julia One Shots/Drabbles

You walked into the sitting room to find Elizabeth pouring herself a drink. Upon your entry, she pulled out a second glass.

“Want some?” She asked, showing you the bottle.

“Sure.” You glanced around the room. “Where’s Julia?”

“Upstairs, packing her things, I’d imagine.” She answered as she filled the glasses.

“She’s leaving?” You asked, perplexed. That couldn’t be right. Julia would never just leave. Right? You felt an unpleasant pinch in your chest.

“I’ve decided to let her go. She’ll be out of Collinsport come tomorrow morning.” She strode over and offered you your drink, but you didn’t take it. Anger and panic shot through you at her words.

“You fired her?” Your voice came out more shrill than you intended, and you forced yourself to swallow.

She sighed, throwing the hand that wasn’t holding a drink up in a helpless gesture. “I don’t know what you expected. It’s been nearly a year and she hasn’t made an inch of progress with David. I have to find someone else.”

“She’s like family, Lizzie!” You protested.

“No, she’s a shitty doctor with a drinking problem. Honestly, I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this.” She seemed almost bored at the subject, like it wasn’t worth her time.

“Damn you. She’s not leaving this house.” You seethed. Ignoring her shocked expression, you stormed out of the room, heavy doors slamming behind you as you went in search of Julia.

Just as Elizabeth had said, Julia was upstairs in her room, packing nearly folded clothes into a suitcase. You burst through the door without knocking, startling her.

“You’re leaving.”

She resumed packing her things. “I have to. Your sister is kicking me out.”

“And you’re just letting her?”

She slammed her suitcase shut, turning to look at you incredulously. “What exactly do you expect me to do? The only thing keeping me here was a job that I no longer have.”

“The only thing?” You questioned, hurt.

Something flashed in her eyes, but she looked away before you could figure out what it was.

“I have to leave. She could have me forcibly removed if I put up a fight. It’s her house.”

“Let me talk to her.” You insisted. “She’s my sister, she’ll listen to me. I can convince her to let you stay.” Your heart sank as she shook her head.

“No, you can’t.”

Hurt was replaced by anger at her unwillingness to find a solution.

“Why are you just giving up?” You demanded. It was almost a shout, but you didn’t care. You needed answers.

She only scoffed, grabbing her suitcase. You wrestled it away from her and shoved her back. Her knees caught on the edge of the bed and she fell back on the mattress. She growled as she made to stand up but you pushed her back again, this time straddling her so she couldn’t move. Maybe if you were thinking clearly, it would have gone a little differently, but your actions were motivated by pure instinct as you pinned her hands above her head, glaring down at her. She gazed at you unblinkingly. Challenging.

“Why do you care so much?”

Your grip tightened on her wrists. “You know why.” You hissed.

“Say it.”

You shook your head, releasing a shuttering breath as you leaned down to rest your forehead on her shoulder. You couldn’t.

“Please.” She said next to your ear, her voice a desperate whisper. “I just need to hear you say it.” Her chest hiccuped against yours, her uncaring facade shattering underneath you.

You lifted your head again to gaze into her eyes. They were glazed with tears unshed. Why was this so difficult? It shouldn’t be this difficult, you thought. You swallowed.

“I love you.” The words that had gone for so long unspoken slipped past your lips. It was so simple, so small, but it felt like a dam had been broken. A tear slipped from your eye and landed on her cheek, and you quickly wiped it away.

“Don’t leave, Julia. Promise me you’ll stay.”

She freed a hand from yours, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear. Her face was so tender, it felt like your heart was melting into a puddle of chocolate in your chest.

“I promise.”

She dragged you down into a kiss, murmuring those words against your lips.

“I promise. I promise.”

The kiss deepened as she flipped the both of you over, straddling you. The kiss was hot and hungry. Consuming. Desperation to make up for almost a year of holding back fueled frantic hands as clothes were quickly thrown on the floor. She trailed wet kisses across your jaw, down your neck and then lower, to the swell of your breasts. Her tongue swirled expertly around your nipples, and you arched your back, needing more. Nails raked across your stomach, making you gasp. Maybe another day she would take her time, exploring every inch of you, savoring every nuance, but now she wasted no time in ripping off your panties and spreading your legs. She gazed hungrily at the sight, lips parted.

“Jesus.”

She dragged a finger through your wet folds, making you whimper. “How are you so wet already, baby?”

She leaned back over you again, nipping your ear and sucking that sweet spot on your neck. Her fingers were busy circling your clit, sending waves of burning pleasure coursing through you. You squeezed your eyes shut, burying your face in her shoulder.

She grabbed your hair and pushed your head back against the blankets. “No, you have to look at me. I wanna see those pretty eyes.” She leaned down and kissed your cheek, sighing against your skin.

Suddenly she dipped a finger into your entrance teasingly. You moaned.

“Oh please.” You said breathlessly.

“Please what?” She dipped her finger in again, torturously pulling back out. She was staring at you, her eyes dark with want, lipstick smudged and cheeks flushed. She was clearly just as needy as you were. You rolled your hips up towards her.

“Fuck me.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, she plunged her fingers into you, pumping in and out slowly. Every stroke hit your g-spot, and combined with her thumb still massaging your clit, you knew you wouldn’t last long. Heat pooled in the pit of your stomach, and you reached out for something, anything to grab into the steady yourself as she brought you higher and higher, drawing the moans out of you with her skilled fingers. When she sped up her pace, that was all it took to send you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm flooded over you, drowning you in bliss. You cried out from the intensity of it as she continued fucking you, wanting to wring out every last bit of pleasure you had to give. When it had finally run it’s course through you, you sagged back against the bed, reveling in a post-orgasmic glow. Julia slowly drew her fingers out of you and captured you in another kiss, one less starved but just as intense as they had been in the beginning. She pulled away and you smiled up at her.

“My turn?