March On 1/1
Title: March On 1/1
Author: Rachel
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Erica/Teddy Altman
Disclaimer: Not mine, will never be mine, though if anyone has a spare Sara Ramirez hanging around, I'll more than gladly take her. I don't own any characters herein, and I will return them (mostly) unharmed once I'm done playing. I am making no money from writing these stories. As a non-profit interpretation of the original work, this constitutes fair use under USC 17.107.
Summary: Erica never understood the obsession with men in uniform, but a woman in uniform is something she can get behind.
Words: 3763
Notes:For uniforms/military fetish on my kink_bingo card. Card here (all completed squares link to the relevant story). Unbetad. I promise I'll reply to all the lovely feedback on the other stories soon, I'm just trying to get this card completed by next week and now need more than one story a day (why is the internet so distracting?!). But I do really, really appreciate all the far too generous words :) Thank you!
March On 1/1
The first time Erica met Teddy Altman, Teddy had been in her fatigues and suddenly, something had clicked into place. Erica had never understood the obsession her friends through the years had had with men in uniform, but, very quickly, she'd learned that a woman in uniform was something she could get behind. Though the other woman had never against worn the uniform around her, Erica had been unable to shake the image in the six months she'd been in DC. In those six months, she'd discovered that whatever seating algorithm that had placed the army surgeon beside her on the cross-country flight might have been the best thing that ever happened to her.
Within a month of Erica's leaving Seattle, any last reservations over whether she'd done the right thing had disappeared. She immersed herself in the professional feel of her new hospital, something she'd had no idea quite how desperately she missed it until she had it back again. She made friends with some of her colleagues, though let none of them so close that she feared a recurrence of the disaster that had been her friendship with Callie. And she spent most of her nights laughing over beers in Dupont Circle with the woman who'd slipped her number into Erica's hand as they'd disembarked the plane, telling her that, if she needed a tour guide, she'd be more than willing to play the part. That initial, powerful attraction had failed to dissipate, but that was okay because, with every night they spent together, she became more and more certain that Teddy felt the same.
Eventually, that inkling had been confirmed. After several too many drinks one night, they'd stumbled out of a bar, skin slightly sticky from the heated dancing in close confines. Erica slipped on a patch of ice, and Teddy caught her, holding her up. Entangled in the other woman's arms, feeling Teddy's breath washing warm across her face, Erica's heartbeat sped up, a slight blush warming her cheeks as she looked into impossibly green eyes.
Teddy chuckled lightly, and Erica felt the movement of the other woman's chest against her own as she regained her footing. She tried to step back, unwilling to take the chance her body was demanding, but Teddy refused to let her go. The rich tones of the other woman's voice washed across Erica as Teddy brushed strands of hair from her face, the warmth of her hand a sharp contrast to the chill of the night. “Erica Hahn... I'm going to kiss you.” Teddy's face moved closer, filling Erica's vision with green until they were breathing the same air and then she paused, her lips tantalizingly close as she added, “If that's okay.”
Unable to give voice to her emotions, Erica allowed her body to do the speaking, closing the infinitesimal gap between their lips. Both women sighed softly into the kiss, relieved to finally know that they were on the same page. Their lips parted, tongues sliding softly together, the realization of weeks of pent up desire washing through them, covering them with warmth. Erica's hands came up to tangle in silky, soft hair as she pulled back, her eyes opening, watching the passion swirling in green depths as Teddy sought reassurance that Erica felt the same.
Feeling as though she was propelled by a force greater than herself, Erica captured Teddy's lips once more, all hesitation gone as her tongue dove into the warm, wet cavern of the other woman's mouth, beginning a pas de deux that Teddy met eagerly. Strong hands drew lines of heat down Erica's back that she swore she could feel through the heavy wool of her coat as they slipped lower, pulling her closer to Teddy's body. That time, the kiss only broke when oxygen became a necessity, and they gasped for air, Erica burying her head against Teddy's shoulder, breathing the delicate freesia of the other woman's perfume, mixed with a musky scent that beat straight through her, lust adding to the alcohol fogging her mind.
From there, it had been easy. Erica grew to learn that all their evenings together had been unspoken dates, and it came as a relief that she hadn't been the only one who'd thought of them that way. The acknowledgment of their mutual desire added no complications to their interactions, and that too came as a welcome surprise. The knowledge that love didn't always have to be a struggle cleared her mind in the months that followed, Teddy's easy acceptance of the new depth to their relationship erasing all the doubts that Callie had written.
As many fantasies as Teddy had brought to life though, as adventurous as they had been sometimes, Erica still kept one thought to herself. She feared admitting the impact Teddy's first impression had made, knew that her girlfriend's associations with her uniform were very different from Erica's own. Though the other woman no longer wore it for work, no longer feared another tour of duty, the memories were branded on her mind, Erica knew that. Teddy didn't talk about Iraq much, but the blonde had held her through the aftermath of enough nightmares to not need the trauma translated to words. So she kept her reaction to their first meeting close to her heart, bringing it out only on the nights that Teddy worked late, images stashed in her brain - and on her hard drive. In her head, she superimposed her girlfriend's image on those she furtively searched online, adding fuel to a fire she knew she would never ask Teddy to sate.
One night though, as she should have known was inevitable, Teddy came home early. The blood rushing in Erica's ears and her own soft moans covered the sound of the door, her eyes fixed on the screen of her laptop, imagining that the blonde posing in a skimpy approximation of army fatigues was her girlfriend as her fingers worked feverishly against the slick heat at her core. So her first knowledge of Teddy's presence was the amused, “Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?”
Erica froze.
Turning her head slightly to look at her girlfriend, Erica felt the flush creeping across her body at the hungry look in the other woman's gaze. “Don't stop on my account,” Teddy murmured, her eyes drifting leisurely across the expanse of pale skin revealed to her, her tongue wetting her lips as she reached Erica's hand. “Please, carry on.” Teddy's voice was steady, a low hum across the words, her eyes darkening in response to the image before her.
As she took a step forward, Erica fumbled with her laptop, trying to close the window before Teddy could see what she was looking at, not wanting her girlfriend to know that she was objectifying something so sensitive to the other woman's psyche. Her fingers were slick with her arousal though, so they slid across the touch pad without moving the mouse, and Erica closed her eyes once more as Teddy came so close that she knew her secret would soon be revealed.
For a long moment, there was utter silence. Erica's heartbeat seemed punishingly loud, her embarrassment reaching new levels. Unwilling to let it become unrecoverable, she forced herself to gather the formidable courage she'd spent so many years cultivating. Sounding guilty, she started, “Teddy-”
“All you had to do was ask.” Teddy's voice was free of judgment, heavy with the lust that she'd felt racing through her when she'd entered the bedroom to find Erica laying on the bed, legs parted, eyes half-lidded, hand buried between her thighs.
At those words, Erica's eyes snapped open once more, locking with Teddy's, a silent conversation taking place in the second it took her to say. “I didn't think... I didn't want you to think that I was fetishizing you.”
“I don't. Erica, do you really not think I understand? I've seen the truth, but so many of the people I know like uniforms. It's not weird.”
“Are you sure?” Uncertainty colored Erica's words, but not about the level of shame she should be feeling. She didn't want to push her girlfriend, didn't want Teddy to do anything just because Erica wanted it. Not that that was what her girlfriend was saying, she reminded herself sharply.
“Am I sure that you shouldn't be ashamed? Yes.” Teddy's eyes glinted with amusement, her hand tracing the side of Erica's breast, gaining a shudder of arousal from the blonde. “You know...” she mused, drawing out the words as her fingers climbed towards the rosy pink peak of Erica's nipple, “I still have my uniform.” Erica groaned at the words, her hips bucking involuntarily, the image on her computer completely forgotten as she responded to the heat in Teddy's voice, the light contact with her girlfriend's skin, the suggestion of fantasy brought to life.
Forcing her brain to override the live-wire arousal that threatened to short-circuit her higher cognitive functions, Erica felt a little like a song on repeat as she said, “Are you sure?”
Teddy smiled down at her warmly, her fingertips brushing lightly across Erica's hardened nipple before darting away again, pulling a soft whine from her throat. “It's about time I made better memories.”
Love washing through her, Erica nodded, afraid her voice would break if she spoke.
Teddy's grin widened, and she leaned down to brush a soft kiss across Erica's lips, resisting the urge to let it deepen. “Okay baby, I'll be just a minute.”
Teddy left the bedroom, and Erica stared at the ceiling for a moment, willing herself to move. Her legs felt unsteady beneath her from the combination of Teddy's promise and the heat pulsing through her body from the interrupted climb she'd been on when her girlfriend came home. Closing the lid on her laptop, she placed it back on the dresser, pressing play on the iPod nestled in its cradle as she returned to the bed. Sitting on the edge of it, she took several deep breaths, preparing herself for the flood of heat that she knew would run through her body when Teddy returned.
A few minutes later, Teddy did.
Erica gaped at her for a second, eyes running across her girlfriend's body, trying desperately to take everything in.
Teddy was a sight to behold. Her long, dirty blonde hair was tied back in a messy bun, her khaki, camouflaged jacket hanging open, revealing her toned stomach and black bra. Her pants hung low on her hips, contrasted with the pale skin above. For a long moment, all Erica could do was stare, feeling her pulse throbbing in every part of her body, an unmistakable rhythm. She took the time to brand the image of Teddy on her mind, to make certain that she would never forget the way her girlfriend looked as she leaned casually against the door, a cocky confidence in her stance.
Laughter in her voice at the stunned look on Erica's face, Teddy drawled, “Well, hello there, pretty lady.”
The words spoke straight to Erica's libido, awakening her nerve endings, forcing her body into action. Even as she stood though, she couldn't resist the response that flitted through her brain. “Isn't that cowboys?”
“They don't train us in pick-up lines.” Teddy smiled widely at her, though the other woman's green eyes were fixed on the gentle sway of Erica's lips as she made her way across the room.
“Then it's a good job you already picked me up,” Erica murmured before capturing Teddy's lips in a searing kiss. Her hands gripped her girlfriend's hips, fingers tracing the warm skin beneath her touch, and Teddy moaned into the kiss, found the sound muffled by Erica's tongue.
Breaking the kiss, Erica blazed a trail across Teddy's jaw with her lips, hands trailing up her girlfriend's stomach, feeling the taut muscles jump beneath her palms. Her body burned with the taste of her, the feel of her under her hands, the image that she'd never forget as she licked a path down Teddy's neck, feeling the beat of the other woman's pulse beneath her tongue. Erica paused at her girlfriend's pulse point, the rapid flutter vibrating against her lips, fogging her mind with the lust that burned through her. Teddy tilted her head, exposing her neck to Erica's attentions, loving the way she could almost feel Erica's tightly wound control slipping from her.
Spurred on by the soft whimpers emitting from Teddy's throat, Erica's fingers trailed along the bottom of her girlfriend's bra, teasing the smooth skin beneath her touch as she nipped gently at her throat, savoring the knowledge that there would be a mark on pale skin in the morning, a sensitive reminder of the memories they were building, the often dreamed reality of the moment Teddy brought life to the pictures that had danced through Erica's mind a hundred times.
Erica's hands slipped beneath the edges of the jacket draped across strong shoulders, feeling the heavy fabric brushing against the back of her arms as she encircled Teddy within them, trapping her against her body. She groaned as her nipples hardened further as they pressed against the cotton of her girlfriend's bra, as the heat of their bodies mingled. Unclasping the barrier that stopped them from being skin on skin with one easy motion, Erica grinned against Teddy's throat, let her lips trail lower, dropping tender but hungry kisses across her girlfriend's clavicle. One hand moved around the other woman's body, cupping Teddy's breast, thumb immediately stroking across impossibly soft skin to tease a stiff peak.
Teddy's hands tangled tighter in Erica's hair, urging her lips lower, and Erica eagerly complied, even as she maneuvered them backwards, towards the bed. When she felt the mattress against the back of her knees, Erica broke the contact of her lips with warm skin, looking up at Teddy, knowing that the slightly dazed look in green eyes was reflected in her own deep blue pools. Head spinning, overloaded with stimulation, the overwhelming knowledge that the highly trained, incredibly debauched-looking soldier she had in front of her was all hers, she smiled lasciviously. “Stand still.”
Teddy couldn't believe the heat in Erica's words and eyes. She had been sure that it would be for her to take the lead on this occasion when she'd come home to the more than welcome sight of Erica naked on their bed, hair tousled against the pillow, hips rocking into her own touch, but apparently, she'd misjudged just how much her girlfriend enjoyed the thought of her in uniform. She nodded, voice arrested by the deep blue that ringed Erica's dilated pupils, desire flowing from the other woman in waves.
Sitting on the bed, hooking her fingers into the belt loops on Teddy's pants, Erica pulled her girlfriend between her legs, resisting the temptation to rub herself against the fabric, to bring some relief to the seemingly endless fire burning through her body. She dropped a soft kiss in the valley between Teddy's breasts, tongue flicking out briefly to taste skin, her hands pushing the black bra up above the nipples that strained for attention before wrapping her lips around a taut bud, savoring the pebbled texture against her tongue. Simultaneously, one hand began to draw patterns across tender skin, teasingly brushing across the turgid peak, never quite giving full contact.
Groaning, Teddy arched her back slightly, pushing her chest towards Erica, seeking attention from the familiar fingers that taunted her. A whimper escaped her, desperate, needing, as Erica flirted with full contact for a brief second and then moved her hand away once more, but the protest died on Teddy's lips as Erica switched her lips to the other breast, tongue running figure eights across the achingly hard nipple. Erica's hands also switched places, the one at her hip coming up to play through the moisture her lips had left behind, rolling the sensitive nub between finger and thumb as the previously teasing hand stroked across the line where Teddy's pants gave way to bare skin.
Arousal coiled low in Teddy's stomach, pooled between her legs, and she shifted slightly, rubbing her thighs together, feeling the wetness her girlfriend had inspired on her inner thighs. Erica's teeth nipped lightly as her fingers offered a gentle pinch of the opposite nipple, and it tore a cry from Teddy's throat, rocked her hips towards the blonde.
Releasing Teddy's nipple from the warmth of her mouth, Erica moved lower, kissing down her lover's stomach, pausing briefly to draw a slick circle around Teddy's navel, loving the ripple of the other woman's muscles beneath her exploratory lips. The hand tracing the skin above the waistband of Teddy's combat pants found the fastening, slipping it open. Erica ensured that her fingers trailed slightly behind the opening zipper, surprised to feel Teddy's sparse curls directly beneath her touch. She looked up towards Teddy's face, finding the depths of her girlfriend's arousal written there in the hooded eyes, slightly parted lips and lightly flushed cheeks.
Erica had to kiss her, needed to feel lips on lips, the other woman's tongue stroking against her own, so, as she slid Teddy's pants slightly lower, giving herself more room to move, she began to pull her down, thoroughly enjoying the way Teddy followed even unspoken orders. It took just a moment for Erica to slip her legs between Teddy's, spreading her girlfriend's legs with her own. At the same moment her lips were able to capture Teddy's lips, Erica palmed a breast, kneading carefully. As her tongue slipped between soft lips into Teddy's mouth, she trailed her hand into slick heat, feeling just how wet her girlfriend was, and they moaned in unison at the contact, the sound escaping from their kiss.
Teddy rocked against the contact, rolling her hips, urging more with the aggression in her kiss, the whimpers and moans that emanated from her chest. Two fingers slid easily into clenching velvet, and Teddy's head rolled back on her neck, a long, low keening filling the air around them.
Below her, Erica decided against trying to reconnect their lips, content to watch the movement of her girlfriend against her hand, the gentle sway of Teddy's ample breasts, the fabric of her army jacket brushing across Teddy's skin, the image and the feel of slick heat around her hand better than Erica could have ever imagined. Letting her other hand fall to Teddy's waist, she added slight pressure, helping Teddy deepen the thrusts of Erica's fingers.
Restricted as it was by the confines of Teddy's uniform, Erica's wrist began to ache slightly as the rhythm climbed, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She did care - slightly - that their position and the lack of free movement made it impossible for her thumb to find Teddy's clit, that she couldn't slide her thumb against the bundle of nerves in exactly the way she'd learned her girlfriend liked best, but it didn't seem to matter, if the tightening of Teddy's inner walls and the rapidly increasing speed of the other woman's hips was the indication Erica knew it was. As Teddy moved back from one thrust, Erica shifted the angle of her hand slightly, curling her fingers and ensuring that her palm met Teddy's clit on the down-thrust, and was rewarded by a deep shuddering moan, the rhythmic pulse of her girlfriend's climax around her fingers as Teddy's body froze. Erica couldn't look at her enough, the green eyes that had helped mend her heart tightly closed, the parted, pale pink lips that Erica had felt in phantom kisses long before their mutual admission of want. The way the jacket hung haphazardly across narrow shoulders, one of the sleeves slipping down the strong arms that had held Erica in moments of joy and sorrow.
Unable to resist the skin before her, Erica fluttered kisses across the skin of Teddy's chest, feeling the deep pants as her girlfriend tried to regain her breath, resting her ear above a racing heart. As she felt Teddy starting to collapse against her, Erica wrapped an arm around her girlfriend's waist, holding her steady. Knowing that she couldn't keep her fingers buried within Teddy forever, no matter how much she wanted to, she withdrew her hand from the other woman's pants despite the protesting whimper.
Teddy leaned forward, resting her head against Erica's shoulder, nuzzling her throat with her nose. Erica smiled as she felt warm breath washing across her upper chest, knowing that it wouldn't take Teddy long to regain her strength. Carefully shifting her body, Erica felt the twinge of heat low in her body that reminded her just how much she'd wanted this moment, a soft moan escaping her before she could stop it. She felt more than heard Teddy laugh, the vibration rushing through her body, pulsing at her core. Content to wait for a moment, she dropped a kiss in Teddy's hair, breathing the flowery shampoo that her girlfriend always used, slightly disturbed by the way her brain equated the scent with home, a sense of belonging that she hadn't known wasn't there until she found it.
Disentangling their bodies just enough to allow movement, Erica was relieved to find that Teddy helped them move, welcoming the change in direction of her thoughts as they turned to other, less sentimental topics. Once they were laying back on the bed, Erica felt Teddy's lips sliding across her throat, tracing a path to her ear as her girlfriend swung one leg across her, her strength clearly returned. Feeling the roughness of the clothing Teddy still wore against her bare skin reignited the embers to a flame, the depth of her own arousal rushing back through Erica. When Teddy's lips reached her ear, her girlfriend bit down lightly, and Erica's hips bucked involuntarily, searching out contact.
Heated words washed across her as Teddy's hands mapped her body; “How did I come home to find you naked, and you still took control?”
Erica forced herself to respond, even as she wanted to surrender to the electricity that skittered across her skin, “I guess you're just really good at taking orders, soldier.”
Lips trailing across pale skin, Teddy murmured, “Should we see just how good I am?”
As Erica felt her girlfriend's tongue sliding across the swell of her breast, all she could do was moan her agreement.
Author: Rachel
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Erica/Teddy Altman
Disclaimer: Not mine, will never be mine, though if anyone has a spare Sara Ramirez hanging around, I'll more than gladly take her. I don't own any characters herein, and I will return them (mostly) unharmed once I'm done playing. I am making no money from writing these stories. As a non-profit interpretation of the original work, this constitutes fair use under USC 17.107.
Summary: Erica never understood the obsession with men in uniform, but a woman in uniform is something she can get behind.
Words: 3763
Notes:For uniforms/military fetish on my kink_bingo card. Card here (all completed squares link to the relevant story). Unbetad. I promise I'll reply to all the lovely feedback on the other stories soon, I'm just trying to get this card completed by next week and now need more than one story a day (why is the internet so distracting?!). But I do really, really appreciate all the far too generous words :) Thank you!
March On 1/1
The first time Erica met Teddy Altman, Teddy had been in her fatigues and suddenly, something had clicked into place. Erica had never understood the obsession her friends through the years had had with men in uniform, but, very quickly, she'd learned that a woman in uniform was something she could get behind. Though the other woman had never against worn the uniform around her, Erica had been unable to shake the image in the six months she'd been in DC. In those six months, she'd discovered that whatever seating algorithm that had placed the army surgeon beside her on the cross-country flight might have been the best thing that ever happened to her.
Within a month of Erica's leaving Seattle, any last reservations over whether she'd done the right thing had disappeared. She immersed herself in the professional feel of her new hospital, something she'd had no idea quite how desperately she missed it until she had it back again. She made friends with some of her colleagues, though let none of them so close that she feared a recurrence of the disaster that had been her friendship with Callie. And she spent most of her nights laughing over beers in Dupont Circle with the woman who'd slipped her number into Erica's hand as they'd disembarked the plane, telling her that, if she needed a tour guide, she'd be more than willing to play the part. That initial, powerful attraction had failed to dissipate, but that was okay because, with every night they spent together, she became more and more certain that Teddy felt the same.
Eventually, that inkling had been confirmed. After several too many drinks one night, they'd stumbled out of a bar, skin slightly sticky from the heated dancing in close confines. Erica slipped on a patch of ice, and Teddy caught her, holding her up. Entangled in the other woman's arms, feeling Teddy's breath washing warm across her face, Erica's heartbeat sped up, a slight blush warming her cheeks as she looked into impossibly green eyes.
Teddy chuckled lightly, and Erica felt the movement of the other woman's chest against her own as she regained her footing. She tried to step back, unwilling to take the chance her body was demanding, but Teddy refused to let her go. The rich tones of the other woman's voice washed across Erica as Teddy brushed strands of hair from her face, the warmth of her hand a sharp contrast to the chill of the night. “Erica Hahn... I'm going to kiss you.” Teddy's face moved closer, filling Erica's vision with green until they were breathing the same air and then she paused, her lips tantalizingly close as she added, “If that's okay.”
Unable to give voice to her emotions, Erica allowed her body to do the speaking, closing the infinitesimal gap between their lips. Both women sighed softly into the kiss, relieved to finally know that they were on the same page. Their lips parted, tongues sliding softly together, the realization of weeks of pent up desire washing through them, covering them with warmth. Erica's hands came up to tangle in silky, soft hair as she pulled back, her eyes opening, watching the passion swirling in green depths as Teddy sought reassurance that Erica felt the same.
Feeling as though she was propelled by a force greater than herself, Erica captured Teddy's lips once more, all hesitation gone as her tongue dove into the warm, wet cavern of the other woman's mouth, beginning a pas de deux that Teddy met eagerly. Strong hands drew lines of heat down Erica's back that she swore she could feel through the heavy wool of her coat as they slipped lower, pulling her closer to Teddy's body. That time, the kiss only broke when oxygen became a necessity, and they gasped for air, Erica burying her head against Teddy's shoulder, breathing the delicate freesia of the other woman's perfume, mixed with a musky scent that beat straight through her, lust adding to the alcohol fogging her mind.
From there, it had been easy. Erica grew to learn that all their evenings together had been unspoken dates, and it came as a relief that she hadn't been the only one who'd thought of them that way. The acknowledgment of their mutual desire added no complications to their interactions, and that too came as a welcome surprise. The knowledge that love didn't always have to be a struggle cleared her mind in the months that followed, Teddy's easy acceptance of the new depth to their relationship erasing all the doubts that Callie had written.
As many fantasies as Teddy had brought to life though, as adventurous as they had been sometimes, Erica still kept one thought to herself. She feared admitting the impact Teddy's first impression had made, knew that her girlfriend's associations with her uniform were very different from Erica's own. Though the other woman no longer wore it for work, no longer feared another tour of duty, the memories were branded on her mind, Erica knew that. Teddy didn't talk about Iraq much, but the blonde had held her through the aftermath of enough nightmares to not need the trauma translated to words. So she kept her reaction to their first meeting close to her heart, bringing it out only on the nights that Teddy worked late, images stashed in her brain - and on her hard drive. In her head, she superimposed her girlfriend's image on those she furtively searched online, adding fuel to a fire she knew she would never ask Teddy to sate.
One night though, as she should have known was inevitable, Teddy came home early. The blood rushing in Erica's ears and her own soft moans covered the sound of the door, her eyes fixed on the screen of her laptop, imagining that the blonde posing in a skimpy approximation of army fatigues was her girlfriend as her fingers worked feverishly against the slick heat at her core. So her first knowledge of Teddy's presence was the amused, “Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?”
Erica froze.
Turning her head slightly to look at her girlfriend, Erica felt the flush creeping across her body at the hungry look in the other woman's gaze. “Don't stop on my account,” Teddy murmured, her eyes drifting leisurely across the expanse of pale skin revealed to her, her tongue wetting her lips as she reached Erica's hand. “Please, carry on.” Teddy's voice was steady, a low hum across the words, her eyes darkening in response to the image before her.
As she took a step forward, Erica fumbled with her laptop, trying to close the window before Teddy could see what she was looking at, not wanting her girlfriend to know that she was objectifying something so sensitive to the other woman's psyche. Her fingers were slick with her arousal though, so they slid across the touch pad without moving the mouse, and Erica closed her eyes once more as Teddy came so close that she knew her secret would soon be revealed.
For a long moment, there was utter silence. Erica's heartbeat seemed punishingly loud, her embarrassment reaching new levels. Unwilling to let it become unrecoverable, she forced herself to gather the formidable courage she'd spent so many years cultivating. Sounding guilty, she started, “Teddy-”
“All you had to do was ask.” Teddy's voice was free of judgment, heavy with the lust that she'd felt racing through her when she'd entered the bedroom to find Erica laying on the bed, legs parted, eyes half-lidded, hand buried between her thighs.
At those words, Erica's eyes snapped open once more, locking with Teddy's, a silent conversation taking place in the second it took her to say. “I didn't think... I didn't want you to think that I was fetishizing you.”
“I don't. Erica, do you really not think I understand? I've seen the truth, but so many of the people I know like uniforms. It's not weird.”
“Are you sure?” Uncertainty colored Erica's words, but not about the level of shame she should be feeling. She didn't want to push her girlfriend, didn't want Teddy to do anything just because Erica wanted it. Not that that was what her girlfriend was saying, she reminded herself sharply.
“Am I sure that you shouldn't be ashamed? Yes.” Teddy's eyes glinted with amusement, her hand tracing the side of Erica's breast, gaining a shudder of arousal from the blonde. “You know...” she mused, drawing out the words as her fingers climbed towards the rosy pink peak of Erica's nipple, “I still have my uniform.” Erica groaned at the words, her hips bucking involuntarily, the image on her computer completely forgotten as she responded to the heat in Teddy's voice, the light contact with her girlfriend's skin, the suggestion of fantasy brought to life.
Forcing her brain to override the live-wire arousal that threatened to short-circuit her higher cognitive functions, Erica felt a little like a song on repeat as she said, “Are you sure?”
Teddy smiled down at her warmly, her fingertips brushing lightly across Erica's hardened nipple before darting away again, pulling a soft whine from her throat. “It's about time I made better memories.”
Love washing through her, Erica nodded, afraid her voice would break if she spoke.
Teddy's grin widened, and she leaned down to brush a soft kiss across Erica's lips, resisting the urge to let it deepen. “Okay baby, I'll be just a minute.”
Teddy left the bedroom, and Erica stared at the ceiling for a moment, willing herself to move. Her legs felt unsteady beneath her from the combination of Teddy's promise and the heat pulsing through her body from the interrupted climb she'd been on when her girlfriend came home. Closing the lid on her laptop, she placed it back on the dresser, pressing play on the iPod nestled in its cradle as she returned to the bed. Sitting on the edge of it, she took several deep breaths, preparing herself for the flood of heat that she knew would run through her body when Teddy returned.
A few minutes later, Teddy did.
Erica gaped at her for a second, eyes running across her girlfriend's body, trying desperately to take everything in.
Teddy was a sight to behold. Her long, dirty blonde hair was tied back in a messy bun, her khaki, camouflaged jacket hanging open, revealing her toned stomach and black bra. Her pants hung low on her hips, contrasted with the pale skin above. For a long moment, all Erica could do was stare, feeling her pulse throbbing in every part of her body, an unmistakable rhythm. She took the time to brand the image of Teddy on her mind, to make certain that she would never forget the way her girlfriend looked as she leaned casually against the door, a cocky confidence in her stance.
Laughter in her voice at the stunned look on Erica's face, Teddy drawled, “Well, hello there, pretty lady.”
The words spoke straight to Erica's libido, awakening her nerve endings, forcing her body into action. Even as she stood though, she couldn't resist the response that flitted through her brain. “Isn't that cowboys?”
“They don't train us in pick-up lines.” Teddy smiled widely at her, though the other woman's green eyes were fixed on the gentle sway of Erica's lips as she made her way across the room.
“Then it's a good job you already picked me up,” Erica murmured before capturing Teddy's lips in a searing kiss. Her hands gripped her girlfriend's hips, fingers tracing the warm skin beneath her touch, and Teddy moaned into the kiss, found the sound muffled by Erica's tongue.
Breaking the kiss, Erica blazed a trail across Teddy's jaw with her lips, hands trailing up her girlfriend's stomach, feeling the taut muscles jump beneath her palms. Her body burned with the taste of her, the feel of her under her hands, the image that she'd never forget as she licked a path down Teddy's neck, feeling the beat of the other woman's pulse beneath her tongue. Erica paused at her girlfriend's pulse point, the rapid flutter vibrating against her lips, fogging her mind with the lust that burned through her. Teddy tilted her head, exposing her neck to Erica's attentions, loving the way she could almost feel Erica's tightly wound control slipping from her.
Spurred on by the soft whimpers emitting from Teddy's throat, Erica's fingers trailed along the bottom of her girlfriend's bra, teasing the smooth skin beneath her touch as she nipped gently at her throat, savoring the knowledge that there would be a mark on pale skin in the morning, a sensitive reminder of the memories they were building, the often dreamed reality of the moment Teddy brought life to the pictures that had danced through Erica's mind a hundred times.
Erica's hands slipped beneath the edges of the jacket draped across strong shoulders, feeling the heavy fabric brushing against the back of her arms as she encircled Teddy within them, trapping her against her body. She groaned as her nipples hardened further as they pressed against the cotton of her girlfriend's bra, as the heat of their bodies mingled. Unclasping the barrier that stopped them from being skin on skin with one easy motion, Erica grinned against Teddy's throat, let her lips trail lower, dropping tender but hungry kisses across her girlfriend's clavicle. One hand moved around the other woman's body, cupping Teddy's breast, thumb immediately stroking across impossibly soft skin to tease a stiff peak.
Teddy's hands tangled tighter in Erica's hair, urging her lips lower, and Erica eagerly complied, even as she maneuvered them backwards, towards the bed. When she felt the mattress against the back of her knees, Erica broke the contact of her lips with warm skin, looking up at Teddy, knowing that the slightly dazed look in green eyes was reflected in her own deep blue pools. Head spinning, overloaded with stimulation, the overwhelming knowledge that the highly trained, incredibly debauched-looking soldier she had in front of her was all hers, she smiled lasciviously. “Stand still.”
Teddy couldn't believe the heat in Erica's words and eyes. She had been sure that it would be for her to take the lead on this occasion when she'd come home to the more than welcome sight of Erica naked on their bed, hair tousled against the pillow, hips rocking into her own touch, but apparently, she'd misjudged just how much her girlfriend enjoyed the thought of her in uniform. She nodded, voice arrested by the deep blue that ringed Erica's dilated pupils, desire flowing from the other woman in waves.
Sitting on the bed, hooking her fingers into the belt loops on Teddy's pants, Erica pulled her girlfriend between her legs, resisting the temptation to rub herself against the fabric, to bring some relief to the seemingly endless fire burning through her body. She dropped a soft kiss in the valley between Teddy's breasts, tongue flicking out briefly to taste skin, her hands pushing the black bra up above the nipples that strained for attention before wrapping her lips around a taut bud, savoring the pebbled texture against her tongue. Simultaneously, one hand began to draw patterns across tender skin, teasingly brushing across the turgid peak, never quite giving full contact.
Groaning, Teddy arched her back slightly, pushing her chest towards Erica, seeking attention from the familiar fingers that taunted her. A whimper escaped her, desperate, needing, as Erica flirted with full contact for a brief second and then moved her hand away once more, but the protest died on Teddy's lips as Erica switched her lips to the other breast, tongue running figure eights across the achingly hard nipple. Erica's hands also switched places, the one at her hip coming up to play through the moisture her lips had left behind, rolling the sensitive nub between finger and thumb as the previously teasing hand stroked across the line where Teddy's pants gave way to bare skin.
Arousal coiled low in Teddy's stomach, pooled between her legs, and she shifted slightly, rubbing her thighs together, feeling the wetness her girlfriend had inspired on her inner thighs. Erica's teeth nipped lightly as her fingers offered a gentle pinch of the opposite nipple, and it tore a cry from Teddy's throat, rocked her hips towards the blonde.
Releasing Teddy's nipple from the warmth of her mouth, Erica moved lower, kissing down her lover's stomach, pausing briefly to draw a slick circle around Teddy's navel, loving the ripple of the other woman's muscles beneath her exploratory lips. The hand tracing the skin above the waistband of Teddy's combat pants found the fastening, slipping it open. Erica ensured that her fingers trailed slightly behind the opening zipper, surprised to feel Teddy's sparse curls directly beneath her touch. She looked up towards Teddy's face, finding the depths of her girlfriend's arousal written there in the hooded eyes, slightly parted lips and lightly flushed cheeks.
Erica had to kiss her, needed to feel lips on lips, the other woman's tongue stroking against her own, so, as she slid Teddy's pants slightly lower, giving herself more room to move, she began to pull her down, thoroughly enjoying the way Teddy followed even unspoken orders. It took just a moment for Erica to slip her legs between Teddy's, spreading her girlfriend's legs with her own. At the same moment her lips were able to capture Teddy's lips, Erica palmed a breast, kneading carefully. As her tongue slipped between soft lips into Teddy's mouth, she trailed her hand into slick heat, feeling just how wet her girlfriend was, and they moaned in unison at the contact, the sound escaping from their kiss.
Teddy rocked against the contact, rolling her hips, urging more with the aggression in her kiss, the whimpers and moans that emanated from her chest. Two fingers slid easily into clenching velvet, and Teddy's head rolled back on her neck, a long, low keening filling the air around them.
Below her, Erica decided against trying to reconnect their lips, content to watch the movement of her girlfriend against her hand, the gentle sway of Teddy's ample breasts, the fabric of her army jacket brushing across Teddy's skin, the image and the feel of slick heat around her hand better than Erica could have ever imagined. Letting her other hand fall to Teddy's waist, she added slight pressure, helping Teddy deepen the thrusts of Erica's fingers.
Restricted as it was by the confines of Teddy's uniform, Erica's wrist began to ache slightly as the rhythm climbed, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She did care - slightly - that their position and the lack of free movement made it impossible for her thumb to find Teddy's clit, that she couldn't slide her thumb against the bundle of nerves in exactly the way she'd learned her girlfriend liked best, but it didn't seem to matter, if the tightening of Teddy's inner walls and the rapidly increasing speed of the other woman's hips was the indication Erica knew it was. As Teddy moved back from one thrust, Erica shifted the angle of her hand slightly, curling her fingers and ensuring that her palm met Teddy's clit on the down-thrust, and was rewarded by a deep shuddering moan, the rhythmic pulse of her girlfriend's climax around her fingers as Teddy's body froze. Erica couldn't look at her enough, the green eyes that had helped mend her heart tightly closed, the parted, pale pink lips that Erica had felt in phantom kisses long before their mutual admission of want. The way the jacket hung haphazardly across narrow shoulders, one of the sleeves slipping down the strong arms that had held Erica in moments of joy and sorrow.
Unable to resist the skin before her, Erica fluttered kisses across the skin of Teddy's chest, feeling the deep pants as her girlfriend tried to regain her breath, resting her ear above a racing heart. As she felt Teddy starting to collapse against her, Erica wrapped an arm around her girlfriend's waist, holding her steady. Knowing that she couldn't keep her fingers buried within Teddy forever, no matter how much she wanted to, she withdrew her hand from the other woman's pants despite the protesting whimper.
Teddy leaned forward, resting her head against Erica's shoulder, nuzzling her throat with her nose. Erica smiled as she felt warm breath washing across her upper chest, knowing that it wouldn't take Teddy long to regain her strength. Carefully shifting her body, Erica felt the twinge of heat low in her body that reminded her just how much she'd wanted this moment, a soft moan escaping her before she could stop it. She felt more than heard Teddy laugh, the vibration rushing through her body, pulsing at her core. Content to wait for a moment, she dropped a kiss in Teddy's hair, breathing the flowery shampoo that her girlfriend always used, slightly disturbed by the way her brain equated the scent with home, a sense of belonging that she hadn't known wasn't there until she found it.
Disentangling their bodies just enough to allow movement, Erica was relieved to find that Teddy helped them move, welcoming the change in direction of her thoughts as they turned to other, less sentimental topics. Once they were laying back on the bed, Erica felt Teddy's lips sliding across her throat, tracing a path to her ear as her girlfriend swung one leg across her, her strength clearly returned. Feeling the roughness of the clothing Teddy still wore against her bare skin reignited the embers to a flame, the depth of her own arousal rushing back through Erica. When Teddy's lips reached her ear, her girlfriend bit down lightly, and Erica's hips bucked involuntarily, searching out contact.
Heated words washed across her as Teddy's hands mapped her body; “How did I come home to find you naked, and you still took control?”
Erica forced herself to respond, even as she wanted to surrender to the electricity that skittered across her skin, “I guess you're just really good at taking orders, soldier.”
Lips trailing across pale skin, Teddy murmured, “Should we see just how good I am?”
As Erica felt her girlfriend's tongue sliding across the swell of her breast, all she could do was moan her agreement.