Making Time
Writers Note: Thanks to my friends for reading and giving feedback for the story, I may not have taken all the feedback but it was all appreciated nonetheless.
In her day-to-day life Jessie valued one thing above all else: punctuality. Obviously this is important at her job, while GPs already have a bad reputation for delaying or outright missing appointments she does not intend to contribute to this reputation herself, but also applies to her personal life. After moving out of her family's home just over thirty years ago Jessie had built up a rock-solid routine she abided by everyday. Meals, chores and other activities were meticulously timed to ensure the routine was maintained.
Exceptions could be made of course, but Jessie always tried to avoid making exceptions. That was until Marie had moved in with her.
Marie, her dear buttercup, was not quite as rigorous in her routine. For Marie, younger by 5 years, waking up anywhere between 7am and 11am was perfectly fine and waking up before 2pm just meant she had a damn good sleep. Thankfully Jessie's love for Marie helped her accept this, even if she had managed to train Marie into taking her Progynova and Progesterone pills at regular times everyday.
This is not to say that Marie didn't have a certain effect on Jessie's routine. During Jessie's last marriage, a short lived arrangement with the plain manager of the bakery down the street from her surgery, it could accurately be said that sex and its accompaniments were a rare feature in her schedule.
It would be even more accurate to say that she was as chaste as a devout nun.
Marie had been adamant in changing this and found a somewhat receptive audience with Jessie. It wasn't that Jessie didn't enjoy sex. Quite the opposite in fact. She was ravenous, a feral beast hungering for prey whenever her libido topped out. She was a kinky one too, not just the usual whips and chains but also the more extravagant watersports and musk, and much more that could not quite yet be physically done.
The only problem was getting Jessie's libido high enough to kick into effect. Whenever Marie made her move the GP would inevitably look at the clock and mutter that she had a chore she needed to be doing or make another excuse and leave.
A year after moving in with her girlfriend Marie was feeling the strain. Sex wasn't everything to her, but it sure as hell was important. She loved Jessie deeply but every woman has her breaking point and spending the last two months with little more than a quick (dry) handjob to show for it was certainly close to it.
Her plan was to make one final attempt at seduction and should that fail she would have to approach the possibility of taking a break from the relationship. It was while she was sitting in the spacious living room of their house that she was considering what it was she was actually going to do.
Drop to her knees the moment Jessie comes through the door and beg? No, even that was too pathetic for her. What if she cooked a romantic meal for the both of them? Wear a sexy dress and act like it was their first valentine's day meal all over again? No, she couldn't cook for shit, her sexiest dress was in the wash and the thought of reenacting their first valentine's day dinner also seemed pathetic. Plus she had also tried it on the actual valentine's day last month - that was how she got the handjob. The (not quite natural) blonde puzzled over this question for the next hour, doom scrolling whilst doing so.
Eventually she was faced with only one option: just talking with her. Be honest, maybe say a few cheesy lines, and hope Jessie is in the mood. She shouldn't push for it, that would just be disrespectful and rude. Thankfully Marie was already dressed for this plan. Short-shorts and a loose crop-top that showed the side of her bralette. Sexy but casual(ish). An apt description of both the outfit and the woman.
For the next hour or so before Jessie would get home from work Marie washed the dishes that had built up in the sink and hovered around the house, partly in the hope that Jessie wouldn't then need to do these chores later due to this.
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The moment the clock in her office hit 6 o'clock Jessie was out the door of her surgery. She had sorted out her last patient, an elderly man complaining of consistent migraines, with plenty of time to spare and had finished any administrative work earlier in the day. She had also grabbed the experimental medication from the Gwendolyn the pharmacist and had it stashed safely in her handbag. Gwendolyn winked when she handed the package over.
"You won't regret this." She said in a layered voice.
She said her last goodnights to the front desk staff before stepping through the automatic doors. The grey rain outside made her regret her decisions to both not bring her coat with her today and to wear a white blouse. Thankfully it wasn't far to her car and no one else was in the parking lot so she was saved from any rain-revealing embarrassment.
On the drive back to her house Jessie went through the checklist of chores and responsibilities she had today. Each item on the agenda built up in her mind until it felt like a 20 ton weight was pressing down on her brain. For what she thought was the 20th time this year (that didn't sound so bad if she ignored that it was only March) Jessie pulled over onto the hard shoulder by the side of the motorway and pressed her head against the rim of the steering wheel.
Just as she had many times before Jessie cried at the thought of the weight of the world she had created. Order and responsibility haunted her every step, her fears conjured visions of a ruined life, of a lonely home at the end of her day, should she not maintain her life as it was. Each step necessitating another in the same order every time.
Deep breaths. She remembered what her fellow GP had said when she asked about a 'patient' in a situation like hers, that they should try to disrupt the routine they cling to. Try new things, experiment, find safety in other aspects of life. In her handbag rested the tool for this. When Gwendolyn first told her about the medication and the experiments surrounding it she was naturally interested but didn't pursue it, until she saw the sadness in her life, in herself, in Marie. She grabbed a tissue from her handbag and wiped away the tears.
A few minutes later her car turned back onto the motorway towards home.
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Heaven is not a higher realm nor a place on earth. Heaven is Marie. Heaven is Jessie. This they knew when they looked at each other. They knew this once again when Jessie returned home and entered the kitchen.
Jessie, for her part, felt the weight on her mind lessen like it always did whenever she returned home to Marie. She also noticed the thin line of perspiration on her partner's forehead and the filled drying rack by the sink and couldn't help but smile.
Marie, on the other hand, immediately found her eyes brought to Jessie's blouse. Or rather the lame excuse for a blouse that had been rendered see through by the rain. With a cacophony of worrying words she whipped the sodden blouse off the GP and went upstairs to get a replacement top. There was a temptation to get something skimpy but instead she went with a woolly jumper that seemed more appropriate. While she grabbed the jumper she also got some pyjama bottoms to replace the pencil skirt.
"I'll put the blouse in the wash for you babe, it's way too wet for you to be wearing." She said while clumsily putting the jumper on Jessie, who silently cursed herself for not realising how soaked the blouse was herself.
"Come on now let's sit down, you must be tired. How was work?" Marie asked, knowing what Jessie's answer would be.
"Oh it wasn't too bad. Could've been worse. Now where is the hoov-"
