What the Governor Whispered

We've all been plagued with the question, the fuck did Joan whisper in Vera's mum's ear?! So, I put a twist on this—Joan whispers something in Vera's ear that I couldn't seem to hear her saying out loud without it being too OOC. So here goes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Wentworth or any of its characters, and I am certainly not doing this for money!

Vera came home after a long day of work, and wanted dearly to soak her aching body in a hot bubble bath, but she knew Joan would be infuriated if she came home to find no dinner ready. Perhaps she will join me later, Vera thought with a smirk as she poked around the kitchen for something to cook.

Before long, Joan arrived home to the smell of a delicious meal, and after completing her initial routine upon arriving home, she found Vera cooking away in the kitchen, tasting the soup she was cooking with a wooden spoon. She stood behind Vera, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing the top of her head.

"What's for dinner?" Joan asked, looking at the myriad of pots and pans on the stove and in the sink. Her eye twitched for a moment.

Vera wriggled herself out of Joan's grip just long enough to load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. She knew Joan would have an aneurysm if she didn't keep the entire place spotless as she cooked. "Chicken and gnocchi soup," Vera said, wiping her hands on her apron. "I thought I would try my hand at Italian, for once." Joan smiled and watched as Vera maneuvered around the kitchen, completing each task with grace, and particularly, Joan liked to watch how the apron Vera wore moved with her, following suit as Vera twisted and turned.

Just before Vera could make one last stop at the stove, Joan grabbed her for a quick moment and whispered in her ear, "you know I love it when you wear that apron."

Vera could feel herself turning five shades of red, and smiled as she went toward the stove to finish up the soup.

Sensing dinner would be ready soon, Joan set the table with compulsory precision, and poured their glasses with the wine Vera had opened and allowed to breathe.

Dinner itself was then rather quiet, as both Vera and Joan were the slightest bit turned on, when suddenly, a thought popped into Vera's brain when thinking about what Joan had whispered into her ear.

"Joan, that night a month ago, when you came to visit me and mum. Wha—what was it you whispered in mum's ear?" Vera asked curiously. It had been bugging her off and on since that night.

Joan smiled as she ate a spoonful of gnocchi. "How long has that been bothering you, Vera? Since that night?" Her tone held a slight arrogance to it, but Vera didn't pick up.

"Quite frankly, yes." Vera said, taking a sip of her wine.

Joan's response was brief, but sure to make the hairs stand up on the back of Vera's neck.

"All in good time, Vera. All in good time."

After dinner, the two women sat on the sofa and talked about their day, how Franky was beginning to lose it as top dog, how various other things were going on with the prisoners at Wentworth, when suddenly, Joan stopped Vera mid-sentence.

She stood up, began un-buttoning her shirt and pulling it out of her trousers, and kissed Vera fully on the lips with a passion that told Vera exactly what she had been thinking the entire time they were talking.

After a moment though, Joan stopped, said "meet me in the bedroom in five minutes," and then whispered something quietly in Vera's ear.

Vera's face was already flushed, and she could only sit and stare in both silence and shock for the next thirty seconds. By the time she came out of her mild shock, Joan had disappeared into the bedroom.

Vera blushed deeply at what Joan had told her, more so than she had earlier, and as she stood, she began unbuttoning her uniform shirt and chuckled as she headed down the hall toward the bedroom.

When she arrived, a nearly nude Joan Ferguson met her at the doorframe and swept Vera off her feet with ease, before placing her on the bed. Vera knelt on the bed so she was the same height as Joan and the two began kissing fervently as Joan helped Vera remove the rest of her uniform.

After a few moments, Joan began kissing down Vera's neck and toward her collarbone, causing Vera's eyes to nearly roll back into her head.

"J-Joan, yo-you're sure you w-want to d-do this?" Vera stuttered, feeling a steady burn in her lower abdomen.

Joan stopped all-together for a moment. She smirked almost evilly, before continuing her ministrations with a quick "yes, of course" before she began again.

By now, Vera was getting rather turned on, so she started backing up on the bed to allow Joan entrance onto it. In a few short moments, Vera was completely naked on top of Joan, her arousal continually building.

Vera sat straight up on top of Joan to position herself comfortably, when Joan said, "whenever you're ready, Vera."

Vera smirked and gave Joan a final nod and wet kiss before moving up the bed on her knees toward Joan's face.

In mere seconds, she was holding onto the headboard, literally sitting on Joan Ferguson's face. This was a dream come true for Vera, and she could feel herself being pleasured immensely as Joan fucked her. Vera held on to the headboard as tightly as she could so she didn't fall or suffocate Joan, and before long, Joan was playing Vera like a bloody violin.

With every stroke and dip into Vera's core with her tongue, Joan loosened up Vera more and more, unraveling her with seeming ease, and with one final stroke to Vera's clit, Joan felt a tightening around Vera's hips, and heard a moan come from Vera she had never heard before. As Vera hit her climax, she could feel the world melting away around her, and as she came back to Earth, she felt her legs quivering, and she collapsed on the bed sideways, with her legs splayed across Joan's chest and torso. As she came back to consciousness, Vera felt her legs being moved down the bed, and looked sleepily at Joan, who kissed her gently on the forehead.

"I'm so glad you had that idea," Vera said, looking at Joan, completely sated.

Joan wiped her mouth and licked her lips. "Me too." She winked at Vera.

Within mere minutes, Vera felt herself drifting off to sleep, all the while thinking about what Joan had whispered to her earlier…

END.