julia hoffman x elizabeth collins one shots

power outage (NSFW)

the power goes off at Collinswood; Julia and Elizabeth keep warm (a little smutty)

'Shit' Elizabeth cursed as the light in her office flickered off. She hadn't paid the electricity bill yet. Of course, Roger couldn't take care of it, he'd barely notice if the lights never came back on.

She rummaged through her desk and found a box of matches, and lit one as she ventured out of her office in search of a lantern. There was a commotion downstairs, and Elizabeth instinctively pulled out her hairpin, letting down her curls, and brandished the makeshift weapon before venturing closer. Of course, she knew the Collins family curse didn't involve home invaders, but they weren't the most well-liked family in town.

When she reached the hallway, she found Julia, wielding her own flame, stumbling in the darkness. She laughed in spite of herself.

'What the hell's wrong with this house? I was making notes and my office went dark.' Julia groaned.

'How convenient; the one time you actually do some work around here and the lights go off.' Elizabeth teased. Julia shot her a glare.

'Come and join me by the fire, we might as well save the lanterns. God knows when we'll get the lights back on.' she offered. Julia shrugged, blew out her match, and followed Elizabeth into the lounge.

They took opposite ends of the sofa. Julia helped herself to the brandy left on the coffee table as Elizabeth picked up an old macrame project.

It wasn't long before Julia was shivering, despite the fire glowing in front of them. Elizabeth reached over the sofa and tossed her a woolen green throw, and Julia accepted it gladly, covering herself to the chin with the blanket. She'd long since abandoned the brandy, and instead studied Elizabeth intently as she worked.

Blonde curls framed her face, scrunched up in focus as her slender fingers worked the yarn. Julia's eyes lingered on her hands, still wearing the husband's ring. Her nails were painted an elegant black, the polar opposite of Julia's chipped pink manicure. Her project lay in her lap, long thin legs curled up under her body.

With a gulp of brandy for courage, Julia edged her way towards Elizabeth, slowly curling up beside her. When she didn't flinch away, Julia gently rested her head on the blonde's shoulder. Elizabeth tucked the macrame by her hip and brought her arms around Julia, gently stroking her shoulder.

'Lizzie, you're so cold,' Julia mumbled. She pulled the throw onto Elizabeth's lap, leaving her arm draped over her waist.

'Mhm, maybe if we weren't paying you to get hammered and screw me we could afford to heat this place,' she sighed. Julia smacked her arm playfully.

'I can stop screwing you - if it's a problem,' she teased back. She snaked her hand under the throw, her fingers finding Elizabeth's bare thigh.

Elizabeth's breath hitched. She captured Julia's lips in a soft kiss that was cut off as Julia's hand ventured higher, fingers ghosting the edge of her underwear.

She didn't mean for this to be happening; in the lounge where anyone could walk in and catch her with her nephew's psychiatrist, but as Julia slid two fingers into her core, she thought of nothing but the redhead placing soft kisses to her neck as she threw her head back with a gasp. Elizabeth needed more; she guided Julia's lips back to her own as she expertly brought her to the edge. She never took long; Julia had her mewling with pleasure in minutes.

Julia nipped at Elizabeth's throat as she came, her walls clenching around slim fingers, her own hands clinging to Julia. As she came down from her high, Julia took her fingers into her own mouth, making sure Elizabeth watched as she cleaned them. She pulled the blanket tighter around them both, curling ever closer to Elizabeth, feeling her breathing even out.