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Corrupt the Midwife	By : JayDee Category: -Misc TV Shows > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 2527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Call the Midwife or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Content Codes (Part 7): ChallengeFic Complete FF Fingering.
Part 7: Climax
Chummy walked back to Nonnatus House with a tired smile for everyone she passed. She was quietly proud to have resisted the temptress despite her desperate need for sexual release. She’d always thought of demons as being a bit more goat-like; Shannon’s borrowed form had been pretty, hornless, even apparently ecaudate. There had been nothing to make one reach for the emesis bowl there; quite the opposite. Even so, Chummy had possessed the spiritual strength to put her faith and immortal soul first, even when faced with the threat of never climbing the peak of pleasure again.
After the busiest week’s work she’d ever known things would surely be quiet for a time; there simply weren’t any more births due after so many early arrivals in Poplar. She could learn to ride a real bicycle, get to know her fellow midwives better, and if Shannon’s last statement had been true she could take her much needed pleasure. She would seek it either ethically and morally or on her own. The latter option seemed the easiest and so as she reached Nonnatus House she decided to go straight back to her bed. The weeklong urge to bring herself off remained even without the bicycle’s stimulation.
There came a knock on the door as she was preparing to undress.
“It’s Trixie, please may I come in?”
Chummy bit her lip, thought of claiming she was feeling a bit off-color, and then acquiesced and opened the door,
“Of course, what can I do for you?”
Trixie entered. Chummy noticed she looked almost as tired as she felt; they’d all had a very busy week but Chummy had been so wrapped up in her own problem she’d not considered the others. Even so, Trixie’s glamorous beauty still triggered Chummy’s unsatiated lust. She thought back ruefully to the bally waking dream of Tuesday night and flushed.
“There you go, blushing again.”
“Wh-what? I say, now-”
“Chummy, dear, please. The nuns might believe you’ve just been making a fuss of riding fast but I know what those moans sounded like. You’ve been watching me sideways all week, and going red when I smile. Jenny too, come to that. All since you got the bicycle. I’m not telepathic so please tell me what on earth is going on?”
Trixie exuded concern and genuine worry for her. Chummy started to make an excuse and instead found herself recounting the strangeness of the week. She felt better to be able to share it and when Trixie reached out to squeeze her shoulder or nodded sympathetically, she felt all the better. She glossed over the details of the waking dreams, but realized Trixie must have an idea of their contents from her reaction, and finished up with,
“I suppose you must think one has quite gone doolally?”
“Oh Chummy,” Trixie shook her head, “Not at all. Seeing you go from barely able to mount a bicycle to outracing an omnibus suggested something was amiss. It was just too hectic to worry about; so many births! I caught Sister Monica Joan muttering about the devil being abroad in Poplar; said the stars insisted on it. I didn’t think she meant like in a Bogart picture, you know “The devil’s a broad! Don’t trust a diabolical dame.”
They both chuckled at that, and then Trixie asked with an absolutely wicked grin,
“So... I assume you’ve come up here to engage in in an act of self-pollution?"
“Ahh-”
“Let me help.”
Chummy stopped chuckling and glared down. So, she wasn’t free after all. Was this her fate? To be ever more tormented by waking dreams of lust? Trixie took a step back at the ferocious expression on her face and then the penny dropped.
“Chummy, I’m not a dream. I’m really not. I can prove it.”
“Really? How?”
“By doing for you what you’ve not been able to do all week, and you can do it for me. We’ll have to be quiet as we can though. I really don’t want to explain ourselves to a Nun.”
“Suddenly like girls do you?”
“I’ve never restricted myself. I like going out dancing with young men, but I’ve always liked to have a little dangerous fun too. Take a chance this time; if I’m lying you’ll know next time.”
Chummy considered and then accepted with a nod. It wouldn’t make her frustration worse if this did turn out to be another dream. She locked the bedroom door. They undressed, piling their clothes neatly for quick retrieval, and then came together in a warm embrace. Trixie was a good kisser, and almost forcefully claimed Chummy’s mouth as her hands slid down the taller woman’s body. Her fingers brushed Chummy’s near-steaming vulva. Chummy’s whole frame shook and she had to drop her mouth down to Trixie’s shoulder to muffle her noise she wanted to make. Trixie’s fingers danced across her dripping sex and probed inside.
“Relax and take it,” whispered Trixie.
Chummy wanted it, needed it, and got it. Trixie only had to rub her for a few seconds and had barely even touched her clitoris before the pleasure denied for a week exploded within her. She landed on her knees with a barely stifled cry, Trixie followed her down and kept her fingers inside. Chummy’s spasming quim squeezed her like a vice. Nothing had ever felt so good to Chummy as those fingers on and inside her.
“Thank you,” she finally managed to gasp out, “Thank you so much. You’re such a darling. This blasted week has been a nightmare.”
Trixie responded by pulling Chummy into another kiss. Chummy reached for her breasts, and fondled, while Trixie’s sticky hands held Chummy’s face to her own. The hard floor quickly grew uncomfortable. Chummy allowed herself to be pulled up onto the bed and squinted upwards without her glasses as Trixie positioned herself over her face.
She half-wanted ecmnesia to cover the previous week, but she never wanted to forget that afternoon’s many shared orgasms with Trixie.
The End
A/N: Part 7 written for AFF forum weekly prompts 186/187 ecaudate, ecmnesia, emesis
Not my best work I fear. To those who have reviewed even though it is a bit crap (except maybe for some of the dialogue): Thank you! I really appreciate your time. I really went away from my original plan on this. I had an idea where all of the orgasms Chummy should have had were just delayed, and she’d be coming randomly for a week afterwards. When I sat down to write it, the above happened instead. My Muse hates me. I still might do the het story ‘Ball the Midwife’ one day.
I would ask that anybody else who has read the whole thing to tell me what you thought. Reviews will be replied to here:
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