Sarah Paulson Character One-shots

All night parking - Wilhemina Venable

a/n: inspired by the song: all night parking by adele and one exchange by a tiktok

cw: divorce babe divorce, also slightly smutty for no reason

Pressing the button on the key fob to lock the car you make your way to the modern building of Kineros Robotics, your heels clanking away at the pavement with every step you take and the automatic doors open when you enter. You slide the black rimmed sunglasses from your nose up your head so they're resting above your hair and a slight smirk plasters on your lips when you spot a new receptionist, and you roll your eyes, of course there's a new one, "Hello, sweetheart." you greet her politely. She looks up towards you, a hint of blush rising on her cheeks.

"Uh.." the young woman stammers, her attention diverting from your cleavage to your face quickly, "Hello." she clears her throat, "Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes," you sigh, you brush your black skirt slightly before jumping up onto the desk. "Actually, to tell you the truth," you tap your nails on the desk in a rhythmic pattern, "I've never actually been here before, wanted to surprise someone,"

"Who? Jeff? Mutt?" the receptionist asks in confusion but honestly she's more mesmerised by your hands.

"Wilhemina." You admit. The poor girls face falls and her eyes widen making you chuckle slightly.

"W- Ms Venable? Sorry, No one ever wants to-" she stutters again, falling over her chair as she stands up, "One moment please," she quickly bolts off down the corridor leaving you sitting on the desk with a confused look and a small pout on your face.

You jump off, your heels banging on the floor, you straighten yourself out again, patting away any creases in your clothes and you sort your hair out. Moments later, the woman emerges from the depths of the building with a man quick on her tail. "Who are you? What do you want?" he asks quickly, his eyes roaming around your body, "Are you the cops?"

"What?" you ask genuinely confused, your hands make their way to your hips as you eye him, his hair is absolutely ridiculous.

"Well who the fuck are you then?"

"Y/N motherfucking Venable." your voice raises slightly making you pull your chin back in shock.

The blonde bowl stares at you with his face scrunched up in pure confusion "What? She doesn't have a sister."

"I-" you start but you're not sure if you should expose her like this in her work place. The familiar tapping of her cane can be heard and you turn your head, smiling when you see her. Her red hair pulled back in a tight ponytail

"She's my wife," she says, her teeth showing as she smiles, she turns her head to the left a little as she holds eye contact with him, "Do you have a problem with that?"

The poor man, his face goes red as he tries to avoid eye contact, "Uh- No"

-

Wilhemina grips your arm gently as she takes you to her office, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh it's lovely to see you too, Darling!" you reply sarcastically before crossing your arms across your chest and turning your head so you're not looking at her.

Wilhemina's tight grip on her cane loosens as she looks at you, a soft sigh escaping her lips and you turn to face her again taking your handbag from your shoulder. "Wha-" her word is cut short when you pass her the unopened envelope.

"The divorce came through. I didn't open it yet," your voice comes out as a whisper, your eyes glassing over "Wilhemina I-"

"No," She takes the envelope from you before tossing it into the nearest paper bin, "We don't need it."

"I thought-"

"I fucked up, I know that." She confesses, "I know I'm never one to admit my mistakes but.. This-" she waves her hand towards the bin "The mere thought of wanting you out of my life was a mistake." You look up at her into her dark brown eyes, a watery stain already on her soft cheek. You bring your hand close, your thumb ready to brush it away as you step closer. "I don't know how you got through to me," she chuckles lowly, "I'm so... cold. Maybe I'm best alone"

"No," you whisper, placing a hand onto her shoulder as you shake your head, "Maybe it's the way you remind me of home, Or how you make me feel beautiful." you smile, watching as her sad eyes light up, "The sight of you is dramatic, one glimpsе and I panic inside. I never wanted for this to happen." you whisper after wiping her cheek, your hand stays cupping it, your thumb stroking it gently and she leans into your touch.

"I didn't either. I lov-"

"Shh," you say, as you lean in, "You don't have to say it."

"But I do," she chokes, her balance becoming unsteady and you quickly wrap your arm around her waist pulling her close. You shake your head at her, a smile creeping your lips before you capture her soft lips with your own.
Your body is tingling with all sorts of sensations as her left hand grips at your waist, caressing the curve of your hip gently as your mouths move in sync. The hand cupping her cheek slowly makes it's way towards her neck, a low groan pulling from her throat as you grip it tightly and you pull away from the kiss.

"I love you," you say and a chuckle arises from the redhead as her eyes darken. The hand wrapped around her waist slowly lowering, trailing down to the hem of her skirt

"Don't you even think about it," she seethes but there's a smile. A beautiful smile holding her back

"Hmm," you nudge her nose with your own as you back her up slowly against the wall of the office, "And what would you do about that?"

"A- Oh" she gasps, her chest heaving as your fingers glide over the top of her underwear, the garments already soaked through. You dip your hands in, just to feel how soaked she really is for you and a moan escapes your throat as you run your fingers over her wet folds before completely pulling your hands out. Her face contorts as she looks at you and she bites her lip. "What are you doing?" she asks, almost a whimper. The mere thought of Wilhemina being the one to whimper and whine under your touch leaves you wanting more but you want to tease, want her longing for you the way she left you for so long.

"Don't you even think about it," you whisper seductivly before sucking on the finger that's glistening in her wetness, "I'll see you at home Mrs. Venable."

"You're going to be the death of me, Ms.-" you smirk at her almost using your maiden name and you bite your lip at her, "Mrs. Venable." she corrects herself before you leave the room and Wilhemina is sure to burn any and all evidence of wanting a divorce.