[NPC Ripley] On the Prowl
Who: Ripley (Sam Tyler's body)
Where: The hallway near George's room
When: Early afternoon (concurrent with "Research, research, research")
Invited: Captain Jack, anyone else
Status: Complete ( Read more... )
Where: The hallway near George's room
When: Early afternoon (concurrent with "Research, research, research")
Invited: Captain Jack, anyone else
Status: Complete ( Read more... )
She wandered back to her room, but nobody was there. She wandered outside briefly but it was warm and muggy, so she came back inside. She visited the other kitchen and entertained herself by trying various foods--thing she liked, and things she didn't like. Her tastes hadn't changed, disappointingly.
George poured herself a glass of water. The world spun maddeningly--and she knew by the feel of it that she was back in her own body. She was lying on a very familiar bed tangled up with a naked man biting her neck and fondling her tit. And she...had her hand wrapped around his penis.
George tensed up. The naked man--Sam Tyler?--stared at one another for an instant. Tyler throbbed in her hand, spurting. George screamed--
--and found herself standing in the cafeteria again, a broken glass and water spilled on the floor at her feet.
"Goddamn it, Jack!"
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But it was all done in short order. Which left George standing in the kitchen shifting her weight--his weight--from one foot to the other and one hand plucking at her hair.
The gesture was an old habit; toying with a lock of hair, or even chewing on the end occasionally, when she was thinking. But it wasn't long enough. Shit. Jack. And Sam Tyler--no, Ripley. She couldn't believe it!
(Oh, who are you kidding?) George thought. (This is Jack you're talking about. Mr. Good Clean Dirty Fun himself. That's why you accosted him in the first place.)
"Are you all talk, or what?" she'd demanded.
Or what, as it turned out. Much to George's complete lack of surprise and great pleasure. George felt her cheeks warming just thinking about it. And she felt something...else reacting as well. She glanced down at the ever more visible evidence of her naughty thoughts. (Oh shit!)
(Think about something else!) Uh...uh...baseball. No, fuck that--she didn't know a damn thing about that. Typing? Collating. Filing! Yeah. That should do it.
Nonetheless, George soon found herself loitering outside the door to her room. The door behind which Jack "Man Slut" Harkness was doing god knows what with her body. (You know what,) George chided herself again. (The same things he's done to your body. With your enthusiastic cooperation, by the way.)
George laid a hand on the door knob, then drew it away. Again.
A dozen times she'd nerved herself to storm in and give Jack what for. And a dozen times she'd chickened out. She really didn't want to see herself that way. Again.
People passed her in the hallway while she dithered. George ignored them mostly, save for a "What're you looking at?" thrown over her shoulder at someone who then scurried off. Then she signed and rested her head agains the wall.
If she stormed in, what could she say anyhow? And Jack would just look at her, all hot and sweaty and grinning like a fiend and suggest that she join them. And she was half afraid that she might, weird and kinky as it would undoubtedly be.
"Well...fuck."
George turned and marched off toward the cafeteria hoping that the magical sorts had made some progress. But not too much progress. She really didn't want to find herself shagging Sam Tyler...again.
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The flirting after everyone switches back is going to be hysterical. Ripley'll shamelessly flirt with Jack (naturally), George, and Sam. Hee!
Poor Sam. He really needs to relax. :)
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