Night-time In Space
Title: Night-time In Space
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Laura Cadman/Lindsey Novak
Prompt: 5 - Oil -
50kinkyways and 8 - tears -
10_hurt_comfort
Word Count: 2,800
Rating: NC-17 (probably more like R, but I still maintain that lesbian sex should be NC-17)
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: This is my first Novak fic. I didn't plan on turning her into a wildcat, but she turned out to be really good in bed. Damn, lesbian porn is much harder to write than normal slash. Maybe it's the hurt/comfort element. Either way, I feel like I've just gone five rounds with Lindsey myself - which has to be a good thing, right?
Click here for my 50kinkyways prompt table
Click here for my 10_hurt_comfort prompt table
Even though there was, technically speaking, no night-time in space, time on the Daedalus was synchronised with the SGC, which meant that for eight hours or so, the ship’s corridors went dark and everyone made their way back to their quarters to sleep, or at least toss and turn restlessly, waiting for sleep to come. Everyone, that was, apart from the night shift and the occasional insomniac, wandering the quarters in search of elusive sleep.
Laura Cadman was one such late wanderer. Since she first joined the Marines, she had always taken a late night run before bed, to help her unwind - even on Atlantis she’d jogged around the pier a dozen times before turning in. Being trapped in someone else’s body hadn’t stopped her from doing it, so why should the fact that she was on a spaceship prevent her from taking a run around the corridors, getting as far as the mess before heading back to her quarters?
She rarely met anyone else this late; anyone assigned to a night shift would be working in the vital parts of the Daedalus, such as engineering or the bridge. Only once, a couple of days into this journey back to Earth, had she found someone in the mess when she got there at about two in the morning. A scientist she recognised from Atlantis had been working late on a personal project and was raiding the kitchens for a midnight snack before they went to bed. Laura had chatted to her for a while, glad for the unusual company, before they had both parted, heading for their separate living areas.
In the eight days since then, Laura’s late night runs had been solitary as usual, and she didn’t really expect to see anyone else out in the corridors tonight. However, as Laura neared the mess, slowing down a little as her legs started to burn with exertion, she thought she heard a noise from the other side of the closed doors. Breathing a little heavily from her run, she stopped in front of the doors with one hand hovering above the control pad, wondering whether she should turn back. The soft, high-pitched sounds sounded like someone crying, and if that was the case then whoever was in the mess right now probably didn’t want company. She should go back to her quarters and forget she heard anything.
But the sound of crying was so pathetic that Laura was unable to ignore it. She’d always had a soft spot for anything weak or helpless, and it was hard for her to walk away without offering comfort to whoever was making those noises. Hesitantly, she pressed the key to open the door and poked her head through her doorway, looking around the deserted room until she spotted someone on the far side of the mess, cradling their face in their hands and sobbing noisily into them.
It wasn’t difficult to sneak across the room unnoticed, and Laura soon found herself standing behind what was now obviously a woman, and trying to figure out how to announce herself. She eventually settled on, “Hello? Dr Novak, isn’t it?” and hoped that she was doing the right thing by intruding on the woman’s privacy when Novak turned to look at her like a startled rabbit.
“Yes?” Novak hiccupped loudly and her face crumpled as if she was about to start crying again. Tear tracks streaked her face, running from her reddened eyes down her pale cheeks and following the ridge of her sharp chin before disappearing from sight.
“Sorry.” Realising that she probably seemed intimidating, Laura slid into a seat opposite Novak, smiling in a way that she hoped was friendly. “I just, I heard… and you sounded upset, so…” She started patting her pockets helplessly, searching for a tissue that wasn’t there, something that would make her feel more helpful.
Taking a crumpled tissue out of one of her own pockets, Novak blew her nose loudly and smiled back at Laura a little pathetically. “There’s no need to worry about me,” she tried to assure Laura. “I just get a little, you know.” This statement was punctuated with another hiccup, but this time Novak looked more annoyed with herself than about to burst into tears.
“Yeah?” Laura wondered whether she should fetch a glass of water, but she’d heard about Lindsey Novak’s famous hiccups. It was rumoured that nothing less than an attack from a Goa’uld mothership could stop them.
“Well, it’s just that I’m under a lot of pressure, you know, and I’m not exactly Dr McKay or Colonel Carter,” Novak hiccupped again, “but when something goes wrong, they all turn to me to fix it. Sometimes it just gets-”
“Overwhelming,” Laura said softly. This wasn’t something she’d experienced firsthand, but spending time in Rodney’s head and then later working beside him to prevent Atlantis from reaching critical mass and blowing itself up had made her realise just how big the weight on his shoulders was. When she watched him work under time constraints and the threat of death upon one of his friends, she wondered how he managed to carry that weight alone without breaking. Never in a million years could she imagine living like that, and she greatly admired anyone who could step up to the plate time and time again.
But here, sitting in front of her, was the other side of the story. Laura hadn’t been there during the Wraith siege of Atlantis, but she’d heard about the week that Rodney and Dr Zelenka had spent in the infirmary, coming down off the stimulants they’d taken to enable them to keep working on Atlantis’s salvation. She didn’t know whether Rodney cried sometimes in the privacy of his quarters, but she could fully understand why Dr Novak would need to.
Now the other woman was giving her a questioning look, but it looked like the hiccups had disappeared, for now. “Lt Laura Cadman,” Laura said with a brief smile and a nod. “You can call me Laura.”
“Oh. Well, I guess you can call me Lindsey then.” For the first time, the smile Dr Novak - Lindsey - gave her was a real one. She put the tissue back where it had come from and held out a hand, which Laura clasped in her own. They talked about science fiction and explosions and what it was like to live in Atlantis and travel through the gate and work with Sheppard and McKay, until the first of the night shift began to drift into the mess and Laura took her leave and finished her run, three hours after she had started.
-----xxXxx-----
After two years in the city of the Ancients, where the corridors sang and lit up and hummed with energy, planet Earth felt more alien that any world in Pegasus. Laura spent exactly four months on an SG team, missing Lorne and Parrish and girl’s poker night, before putting in for a transfer back to Atlantis. Six months after she’d left the floating city, she found herself on the Daedalus again, heading back to the place she hadn’t realised was home.
“Hi. Remember me?”
She’d watched Lindsey from the moment the other woman had entered the mess, waiting for her to notice. Laura hadn’t been sure whether Lindsey would approach her, being as shy as she was, so it had been a pleasant surprise when she’d began to make her way through the crowd in Laura’s direction and nervously sat down at her table.
“Of course I remember you, Lindsey. You’re the crazy hiccupping woman who thinks the ninth Doctor was better than the tenth.”
That had gained her another of those rare genuine smiles, and the conversation had picked up as if they’d never been apart. During her time on Earth, Laura had stocked up on enough DVDs to last her a year, so it seemed natural to invite Lindsey back to her quarters to watch Brokeback Mountain and cry at the ending.
This time, when Laura had turned to see tears streaming down Lindsey’s face, the other woman had clutched her hand tightly and smiled as if to say I know it’s silly to cry at a movie, but I can’t help it. It’s just so sad.
Laura couldn’t help it either; her eyes prickled with tears that she had become too macho to release after all her time spent in the Marines Corp, trying to be “one of the guys”. Lindsey’s presence and her gentle, squeezing hand somehow made it OK to let the tears go. She raised her other hand to touch the wetness on her cheeks with amazement.
“Am I really crying?” she giggled. “That’s so dumb.”
Lindsey nodded and giggled back, clutching Laura’s hand tightly as they fell backwards onto the narrow bed, laughing and hiccupping uncontrollably. On the screen of Laura’s laptop, the credits rolled, unnoticed, until one of them had the presence of mind to close it and set it down on the floor, out of harm’s way. It was probably Lindsey who saved the laptop - Laura always had more of a knack for destroying things than taking care of them.
Their giggles finally died away, leaving a dazed silence and sense of catharsis in their wake, which was promptly shattered when one of Lindsey’s hiccups broke the silence. Somehow they had ended up laying side by side on Laura’s narrow bunk, close enough that Laura could see the wetness that clung to Lindsey’s eyelashes as she rolled her eyes.
“I’ve tried everything, you know,” she sighed. “Nothing-”
It was so easy to lean forward and cover her mouth with a kiss, muffling the rest of her sentence and stealing the next hiccup before it could escape. Lindsey’s mouth opened in surprise, or perhaps in protest, and Laura took her chance to explore with her tongue, as her fingers explored the sharp contours of Lindsey’s face.
It took a second for Lindsey to catch up, but when she finally responded, it was like Laura’s top five favourite ever explosions, all at once. Laura found herself pushed down into the bed with a hand travelling up the inside of her shirt and another hand deftly undoing the buttons of her pants, while the tongue that could speak so fast that it took your brain five seconds to figure out what she’d said slid against Laura’s in a way that made it perfectly clear who was in charge.
“Jesus,” Laura gasped when Lindsey pulled back to set loose her hair, shaking out her long brown locks and bending down to lift up Laura’s t-shirt. As the hair tickled Laura’s stomach and that tongue started doing unspeakable things to her belly button, she wondered what the hell she’d gotten herself into.
-----xxXxx-----
Five days of mind-blowing sex and one crisis later, Lindsey turned up at Laura’s quarters, sat down on the bed and burst into tears. All Laura could do was put her arm around her lover, reach for the tissues and provide a shoulder to cry on until Lindsey’s sobs degenerated into gasps for breath and hiccups that were muffled by the fabric of Laura’s t-shirt. They’d lost three people today - two soldiers and a scientist - to a hull breach caused by a passing meteor and there was nothing anyone could have done to avoid it. From what Lindsey had told her, she knew that the short-range sensors had been playing up recently, so she guessed that they’d been malfunctioning and hadn’t noticed the rock and warned them about it.
“I feel like it’s my fault,” Lindsey sobbed, clutching at Laura’s t-shirt while Laura ran a hand through her hair. “It was my job to repair the sensors. If I had worked out the problem in time, those three men would still be alive.”
“Look at me.” Placing one hand under her lover’s chin, Laura gently lifted her head until their eyes met. “There was nothing you could have done. It’s not your fault, OK?”
Hiccupping miserably, Lindsey nodded, but Laura wasn’t convinced. “It’s not your fault,” she repeated softly, placing a kiss on Lindsey’s cheek and feeling the wetness of tears against her lips.
Lindsey sniffed and nodded again. “I know,” she whispered, bringing up a hand to stroke Laura’s cheek. “But that doesn’t make me feel any less responsible.”
“That just means you’re a good person, Lindsey.”
They held each other for a few minutes longer while Laura formulated a plan to cheer her lover up. In her box of personal items was a present she’d bought for Teyla as a thank you for tutoring her in the art of beating people with sticks. She was sure that Teyla would understand if she used some of it now.
“Take your clothes off and lie down on the bed,” she instructed, pushing Lindsey away gently and crossing the room to get to the box. There was a faint sniffle, followed by a giggle from the direction of the bed and she turned to see Lindsey sitting upright with her legs crossed under her, halfway through undoing the buttons on her flight suit and regarding her with a curious expression. This was the first time since that initial kiss that Laura had taken charge, and Lindsey looked both amused and curious to see where this was going.
Hiding the bottle she’d just taken from her personal items behind her back, Laura stood next to the bed, watching appreciatively as Lindsey shed her clothes and shook her hair out of its bun before lying down on her back with one hand behind her head, waiting for Laura to join her. She looked vulnerable, almost childlike with her hair unrestrained and tears drying on her face, watching Laura with wide, expectant eyes.
“Turn onto your front first,” Laura told her, uncapping the bottle and squeezing some of the massage oil onto her fingers. When Lindsey saw what she was planning, she quickly complied, turning over and pillowing her head in her arms. Deciding to start with her shoulders, Laura rubbed the oil over her hands until they were glistening and started to feel the muscles of her lover’s shoulders tentatively, finding plenty of tension there.
“This is what you get for sitting hunched over a computer all day,” she said as she started to massage the knots out of the muscle, rubbing hard with her thumbs in the areas of most resistance and feeling Lindsey’s satisfaction with every sigh she heard from further up the bed. She moved lower, paying special attention to the muscles close to her spine until every caress drew a contented moan from her lover. When she reached the curve of Lindsey’s ass, she ran her hands lightly over the buttocks before sliding her fingers under Lindsey’s stomach and gently turning her over.
“Whatcha doing down there?” Lindsey asked lazily, grinning down at her and spreading her legs a little, as if Laura needed any encouragement. Reaching once more for the bottle, she dribbled a little more oil onto her fingers and traced a path along the inside of her lover’s thigh. She grinned a little as she saw Lindsey bite her lip and decided she should probably stop teasing her before the other woman decided to take charge.
The massage oil was entirely unnecessary when it came to opening Lindsey up and stroking a finger across her clit, but she knew firsthand that it would enhance the sensation. Lindsey was already moaning with pleasure when Laura thrust two fingers inside her and bent down to tease the clit with her tongue, tasting the oil mixed in with Lindsey’s own flavour. It wasn’t long before she felt Lindsey pulse around her fingers as she came, and Laura kept licking until bony fingers clasped around her wrist, indicating that she should pull her fingers out and let Lindsey have her own fun.
When Laura came, it was with Lindsey’s tongue as deep inside her as it could reach, one finger, slick with oil, just past the first ring of muscle in her ass and a fingernail scratching lightly over her left nipple just hard enough that it sent tingles of electricity down her spine.
“You’re like a wildcat, you know that?” she sighed when she’d got her breath back, turning to face the woman who had flopped down beside her (and half on top of her because the bunk wasn’t really big enough for two).
Kissing her roughly with a tongue that tasted of Laura’s come, Lindsey laughed once and pushed her down, with an order to, “Shut up and do me again.”
When she had Lindsey in her bed, Laura never needed a late night run to tire her out.
Author:
dirty_smudge
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Laura Cadman/Lindsey Novak
Prompt: 5 - Oil -
50kinkyways and 8 - tears -
10_hurt_comfort
Word Count: 2,800
Rating: NC-17 (probably more like R, but I still maintain that lesbian sex should be NC-17)
Disclaimer: I don't own
Author's Notes: This is my first Novak fic. I didn't plan on turning her into a wildcat, but she turned out to be really good in bed. Damn, lesbian porn is much harder to write than normal slash. Maybe it's the hurt/comfort element. Either way, I feel like I've just gone five rounds with Lindsey myself - which has to be a good thing, right?
Click here for my 50kinkyways prompt table
Click here for my 10_hurt_comfort prompt table
Even though there was, technically speaking, no night-time in space, time on the Daedalus was synchronised with the SGC, which meant that for eight hours or so, the ship’s corridors went dark and everyone made their way back to their quarters to sleep, or at least toss and turn restlessly, waiting for sleep to come. Everyone, that was, apart from the night shift and the occasional insomniac, wandering the quarters in search of elusive sleep.
Laura Cadman was one such late wanderer. Since she first joined the Marines, she had always taken a late night run before bed, to help her unwind - even on Atlantis she’d jogged around the pier a dozen times before turning in. Being trapped in someone else’s body hadn’t stopped her from doing it, so why should the fact that she was on a spaceship prevent her from taking a run around the corridors, getting as far as the mess before heading back to her quarters?
She rarely met anyone else this late; anyone assigned to a night shift would be working in the vital parts of the Daedalus, such as engineering or the bridge. Only once, a couple of days into this journey back to Earth, had she found someone in the mess when she got there at about two in the morning. A scientist she recognised from Atlantis had been working late on a personal project and was raiding the kitchens for a midnight snack before they went to bed. Laura had chatted to her for a while, glad for the unusual company, before they had both parted, heading for their separate living areas.
In the eight days since then, Laura’s late night runs had been solitary as usual, and she didn’t really expect to see anyone else out in the corridors tonight. However, as Laura neared the mess, slowing down a little as her legs started to burn with exertion, she thought she heard a noise from the other side of the closed doors. Breathing a little heavily from her run, she stopped in front of the doors with one hand hovering above the control pad, wondering whether she should turn back. The soft, high-pitched sounds sounded like someone crying, and if that was the case then whoever was in the mess right now probably didn’t want company. She should go back to her quarters and forget she heard anything.
But the sound of crying was so pathetic that Laura was unable to ignore it. She’d always had a soft spot for anything weak or helpless, and it was hard for her to walk away without offering comfort to whoever was making those noises. Hesitantly, she pressed the key to open the door and poked her head through her doorway, looking around the deserted room until she spotted someone on the far side of the mess, cradling their face in their hands and sobbing noisily into them.
It wasn’t difficult to sneak across the room unnoticed, and Laura soon found herself standing behind what was now obviously a woman, and trying to figure out how to announce herself. She eventually settled on, “Hello? Dr Novak, isn’t it?” and hoped that she was doing the right thing by intruding on the woman’s privacy when Novak turned to look at her like a startled rabbit.
“Yes?” Novak hiccupped loudly and her face crumpled as if she was about to start crying again. Tear tracks streaked her face, running from her reddened eyes down her pale cheeks and following the ridge of her sharp chin before disappearing from sight.
“Sorry.” Realising that she probably seemed intimidating, Laura slid into a seat opposite Novak, smiling in a way that she hoped was friendly. “I just, I heard… and you sounded upset, so…” She started patting her pockets helplessly, searching for a tissue that wasn’t there, something that would make her feel more helpful.
Taking a crumpled tissue out of one of her own pockets, Novak blew her nose loudly and smiled back at Laura a little pathetically. “There’s no need to worry about me,” she tried to assure Laura. “I just get a little, you know.” This statement was punctuated with another hiccup, but this time Novak looked more annoyed with herself than about to burst into tears.
“Yeah?” Laura wondered whether she should fetch a glass of water, but she’d heard about Lindsey Novak’s famous hiccups. It was rumoured that nothing less than an attack from a Goa’uld mothership could stop them.
“Well, it’s just that I’m under a lot of pressure, you know, and I’m not exactly Dr McKay or Colonel Carter,” Novak hiccupped again, “but when something goes wrong, they all turn to me to fix it. Sometimes it just gets-”
“Overwhelming,” Laura said softly. This wasn’t something she’d experienced firsthand, but spending time in Rodney’s head and then later working beside him to prevent Atlantis from reaching critical mass and blowing itself up had made her realise just how big the weight on his shoulders was. When she watched him work under time constraints and the threat of death upon one of his friends, she wondered how he managed to carry that weight alone without breaking. Never in a million years could she imagine living like that, and she greatly admired anyone who could step up to the plate time and time again.
But here, sitting in front of her, was the other side of the story. Laura hadn’t been there during the Wraith siege of Atlantis, but she’d heard about the week that Rodney and Dr Zelenka had spent in the infirmary, coming down off the stimulants they’d taken to enable them to keep working on Atlantis’s salvation. She didn’t know whether Rodney cried sometimes in the privacy of his quarters, but she could fully understand why Dr Novak would need to.
Now the other woman was giving her a questioning look, but it looked like the hiccups had disappeared, for now. “Lt Laura Cadman,” Laura said with a brief smile and a nod. “You can call me Laura.”
“Oh. Well, I guess you can call me Lindsey then.” For the first time, the smile Dr Novak - Lindsey - gave her was a real one. She put the tissue back where it had come from and held out a hand, which Laura clasped in her own. They talked about science fiction and explosions and what it was like to live in Atlantis and travel through the gate and work with Sheppard and McKay, until the first of the night shift began to drift into the mess and Laura took her leave and finished her run, three hours after she had started.
-----xxXxx-----
After two years in the city of the Ancients, where the corridors sang and lit up and hummed with energy, planet Earth felt more alien that any world in Pegasus. Laura spent exactly four months on an SG team, missing Lorne and Parrish and girl’s poker night, before putting in for a transfer back to Atlantis. Six months after she’d left the floating city, she found herself on the Daedalus again, heading back to the place she hadn’t realised was home.
“Hi. Remember me?”
She’d watched Lindsey from the moment the other woman had entered the mess, waiting for her to notice. Laura hadn’t been sure whether Lindsey would approach her, being as shy as she was, so it had been a pleasant surprise when she’d began to make her way through the crowd in Laura’s direction and nervously sat down at her table.
“Of course I remember you, Lindsey. You’re the crazy hiccupping woman who thinks the ninth Doctor was better than the tenth.”
That had gained her another of those rare genuine smiles, and the conversation had picked up as if they’d never been apart. During her time on Earth, Laura had stocked up on enough DVDs to last her a year, so it seemed natural to invite Lindsey back to her quarters to watch Brokeback Mountain and cry at the ending.
This time, when Laura had turned to see tears streaming down Lindsey’s face, the other woman had clutched her hand tightly and smiled as if to say I know it’s silly to cry at a movie, but I can’t help it. It’s just so sad.
Laura couldn’t help it either; her eyes prickled with tears that she had become too macho to release after all her time spent in the Marines Corp, trying to be “one of the guys”. Lindsey’s presence and her gentle, squeezing hand somehow made it OK to let the tears go. She raised her other hand to touch the wetness on her cheeks with amazement.
“Am I really crying?” she giggled. “That’s so dumb.”
Lindsey nodded and giggled back, clutching Laura’s hand tightly as they fell backwards onto the narrow bed, laughing and hiccupping uncontrollably. On the screen of Laura’s laptop, the credits rolled, unnoticed, until one of them had the presence of mind to close it and set it down on the floor, out of harm’s way. It was probably Lindsey who saved the laptop - Laura always had more of a knack for destroying things than taking care of them.
Their giggles finally died away, leaving a dazed silence and sense of catharsis in their wake, which was promptly shattered when one of Lindsey’s hiccups broke the silence. Somehow they had ended up laying side by side on Laura’s narrow bunk, close enough that Laura could see the wetness that clung to Lindsey’s eyelashes as she rolled her eyes.
“I’ve tried everything, you know,” she sighed. “Nothing-”
It was so easy to lean forward and cover her mouth with a kiss, muffling the rest of her sentence and stealing the next hiccup before it could escape. Lindsey’s mouth opened in surprise, or perhaps in protest, and Laura took her chance to explore with her tongue, as her fingers explored the sharp contours of Lindsey’s face.
It took a second for Lindsey to catch up, but when she finally responded, it was like Laura’s top five favourite ever explosions, all at once. Laura found herself pushed down into the bed with a hand travelling up the inside of her shirt and another hand deftly undoing the buttons of her pants, while the tongue that could speak so fast that it took your brain five seconds to figure out what she’d said slid against Laura’s in a way that made it perfectly clear who was in charge.
“Jesus,” Laura gasped when Lindsey pulled back to set loose her hair, shaking out her long brown locks and bending down to lift up Laura’s t-shirt. As the hair tickled Laura’s stomach and that tongue started doing unspeakable things to her belly button, she wondered what the hell she’d gotten herself into.
-----xxXxx-----
Five days of mind-blowing sex and one crisis later, Lindsey turned up at Laura’s quarters, sat down on the bed and burst into tears. All Laura could do was put her arm around her lover, reach for the tissues and provide a shoulder to cry on until Lindsey’s sobs degenerated into gasps for breath and hiccups that were muffled by the fabric of Laura’s t-shirt. They’d lost three people today - two soldiers and a scientist - to a hull breach caused by a passing meteor and there was nothing anyone could have done to avoid it. From what Lindsey had told her, she knew that the short-range sensors had been playing up recently, so she guessed that they’d been malfunctioning and hadn’t noticed the rock and warned them about it.
“I feel like it’s my fault,” Lindsey sobbed, clutching at Laura’s t-shirt while Laura ran a hand through her hair. “It was my job to repair the sensors. If I had worked out the problem in time, those three men would still be alive.”
“Look at me.” Placing one hand under her lover’s chin, Laura gently lifted her head until their eyes met. “There was nothing you could have done. It’s not your fault, OK?”
Hiccupping miserably, Lindsey nodded, but Laura wasn’t convinced. “It’s not your fault,” she repeated softly, placing a kiss on Lindsey’s cheek and feeling the wetness of tears against her lips.
Lindsey sniffed and nodded again. “I know,” she whispered, bringing up a hand to stroke Laura’s cheek. “But that doesn’t make me feel any less responsible.”
“That just means you’re a good person, Lindsey.”
They held each other for a few minutes longer while Laura formulated a plan to cheer her lover up. In her box of personal items was a present she’d bought for Teyla as a thank you for tutoring her in the art of beating people with sticks. She was sure that Teyla would understand if she used some of it now.
“Take your clothes off and lie down on the bed,” she instructed, pushing Lindsey away gently and crossing the room to get to the box. There was a faint sniffle, followed by a giggle from the direction of the bed and she turned to see Lindsey sitting upright with her legs crossed under her, halfway through undoing the buttons on her flight suit and regarding her with a curious expression. This was the first time since that initial kiss that Laura had taken charge, and Lindsey looked both amused and curious to see where this was going.
Hiding the bottle she’d just taken from her personal items behind her back, Laura stood next to the bed, watching appreciatively as Lindsey shed her clothes and shook her hair out of its bun before lying down on her back with one hand behind her head, waiting for Laura to join her. She looked vulnerable, almost childlike with her hair unrestrained and tears drying on her face, watching Laura with wide, expectant eyes.
“Turn onto your front first,” Laura told her, uncapping the bottle and squeezing some of the massage oil onto her fingers. When Lindsey saw what she was planning, she quickly complied, turning over and pillowing her head in her arms. Deciding to start with her shoulders, Laura rubbed the oil over her hands until they were glistening and started to feel the muscles of her lover’s shoulders tentatively, finding plenty of tension there.
“This is what you get for sitting hunched over a computer all day,” she said as she started to massage the knots out of the muscle, rubbing hard with her thumbs in the areas of most resistance and feeling Lindsey’s satisfaction with every sigh she heard from further up the bed. She moved lower, paying special attention to the muscles close to her spine until every caress drew a contented moan from her lover. When she reached the curve of Lindsey’s ass, she ran her hands lightly over the buttocks before sliding her fingers under Lindsey’s stomach and gently turning her over.
“Whatcha doing down there?” Lindsey asked lazily, grinning down at her and spreading her legs a little, as if Laura needed any encouragement. Reaching once more for the bottle, she dribbled a little more oil onto her fingers and traced a path along the inside of her lover’s thigh. She grinned a little as she saw Lindsey bite her lip and decided she should probably stop teasing her before the other woman decided to take charge.
The massage oil was entirely unnecessary when it came to opening Lindsey up and stroking a finger across her clit, but she knew firsthand that it would enhance the sensation. Lindsey was already moaning with pleasure when Laura thrust two fingers inside her and bent down to tease the clit with her tongue, tasting the oil mixed in with Lindsey’s own flavour. It wasn’t long before she felt Lindsey pulse around her fingers as she came, and Laura kept licking until bony fingers clasped around her wrist, indicating that she should pull her fingers out and let Lindsey have her own fun.
When Laura came, it was with Lindsey’s tongue as deep inside her as it could reach, one finger, slick with oil, just past the first ring of muscle in her ass and a fingernail scratching lightly over her left nipple just hard enough that it sent tingles of electricity down her spine.
“You’re like a wildcat, you know that?” she sighed when she’d got her breath back, turning to face the woman who had flopped down beside her (and half on top of her because the bunk wasn’t really big enough for two).
Kissing her roughly with a tongue that tasted of Laura’s come, Lindsey laughed once and pushed her down, with an order to, “Shut up and do me again.”
When she had Lindsey in her bed, Laura never needed a late night run to tire her out.