Lovers
Title: Lovers
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Jenny Lewis/Ashley Stafford (OC)
Summary: Ashley's had a lot of lovers, but only a few really left their mark...
Rating: R, and for once it is because of mild smut. Very mild, and not very good, but... *shrugs*
Ashley had known since she first became aware of her sexuality that she liked girls as much as boys, if not more. But it wasn’t until university when it really became relevant, the day her roommate, Carla, turned to her the one day and snogged her. Ashley had been startled, but went along with it. Carla was a much better kisser than the boys she’d dated in high school, and as she found out later that night, Carla was also much more skilled in bed.
Her hands fisted in Carla’s red curls as the other girl’s slender, clever fingers entered her, while Carla’s thumb steadily stroked Ashley’s clit. It was the first time Ashley really understood why people wanted to have sex, when Carla shoved three fingers inside her and colors exploded behind her closed lids, when she had to clap both hands over her mouth so that her scream didn’t wake half the hallway.
But at the end of the day, it didn’t really work. The fact was, Carla was good at sex, but wasn’t good at much else. They parted as friends when the year ended, Carla having had a good time and Ashley having learned more about herself than she’d ever imagined.
~ ~ ~
The rest of uni passed, and Ashley dated college boys and college girls with equal interest, though as with Carla, she often found that it was the ladies who were more satisfying in the long run. Then her final semester rolled around, and she arrived five minutes early to her Advanced Psychology class. She was sitting in the front row, reading a novel while waiting for the teacher to come in, when the clicking of heels distracted her. She looked up, and felt a jolt of heat go straight to her core as she watched the professor walk up to the lectern, her high heels and pencil skirt making Ashley’s mouth go dry.
It was the first time she’d ever had a reaction so immediate to anyone, and she spent the entire semester trying to figure out a way to seduce Diane Collins, her professor. She never did succeed, and there were times when she was sure that the other woman was laughing at her attempts. It had crushed her, but she tried not to let it show.
~ ~ ~
Her first job at Torchwood had been as the Director’s personal assistant. Basically, she was Yvonne’s lackey, doing whatever the woman ordered her. And it was a month into her new job when she found out about her most… delicate duty. Her predecessor as PA, Rachel Lennox, took her aside to tell her.
“What?!” Ashley said, horrified. “She… what?”
“Today. I know because she told me yesterday that I was finally done. That means you’re up, Stafford.”
And sure enough, Yvonne had given the order that Rachel had told her about, and Ashley found herself on her knees, slipping her tongue between her boss’ wet folds, feeling Yvonne’s hands clutch at her hair. She felt so dirty, doing this on command, but at the same time… There was an odd sort of power in hearing Yvonne having to choke back cries of pleasure. The Director Bitch might be able to make her go down on her at any time - and after that first time she did; in the company car, in elevators, and in deserted labs - but once it began, it was Ashley with the power. Over time, there came to be something seductive about making the always-composed Ice Queen fall apart with nothing more than a few well-practiced flicks of her tongue.
Besides, if she did her latest ‘job’ right, she could go anywhere. She’d figured that out very quickly after the first time, when Rachel found her dry-heaving in the ground floor loo. “Don’t be an idiot, Stafford,” she’d said sharply. “You keep her happy, and once she’s decided you’ve been her PA long enough, she’ll put you in any department you want.”
And she did. After nine months, Ashley found herself doing R&D, with the occasional field mission. Just what she’d always wanted. But some part of her missed knowing she had a power over the most powerful person in her world. And that, she was sure, was why Yvonne ordered her to bring a report to her office at exactly the same time as the new PA was doing her duty. So Ashley could see Yvonne’s head thrown back in pleasure given by someone else, and know that even that power had been in the boss-lady’s gift.
~ ~ ~
There had been something about Ianto Jones from the first time she met him, and Ashley had thought many times that if she’d let herself, she could have fallen head over heels for the soft-spoken Welshman. There would have been heat, too - one mistletoe-enforced kiss at the annual Christmas party proved that. But he fell in love with Lisa, and even if he hadn’t…
It was refreshing to have a different sort of love for once, just friendship. Of course, she had a different kind of love already, with her siblings, but this wasn't the same. That was blood, and something she felt she was born with, and this was something she'd found herself. She and Ianto talked about that one night, when Lisa was off on a work trip to the Glasgow office. They’d gone out and gotten drunk enough that he crashed at her place, and they talked about all kinds of things, alcohol loosening their tongues. Both of them enjoyed their friendship, and so would never take it to another level. If things went south, they’d lose each other completely, and that was unacceptable.
Besides, she had Daniel. Daniel Moran was the first man who really turned her world upside down, though she hated to think of it that way. What an overused cliché. But it was true. That was how she figured out that she’d reacted more strongly to women not because they were better lovers, but because she tended to at least be friendly with them. With the men, sometimes it had just been a shag and good-bye. Daniel was different. And for the first time, she’d begun to dream about marriage, a family - though since both she and Daniel worked for Torchwood, it was foolish to do so.
Then she and Ianto caught Lisa and Daniel together, having sex in one of the empty labs at work. That was the closest she and Ianto had ever come to sex themselves, because after two bottles of tequila, they almost forgot why they never wanted to be lovers. Some heated kisses were exchanged before they came back to themselves, and they fell asleep in the same bed, but nothing more.
The next day both had terrible hangovers but that didn't stop the shouting matches with their erstwhile lovers, that ended with Lisa begging for a second chance that wasn't granted and Daniel sneering, “You're not even a good lay. Stick to fucking girls, Ashley.” But Ashley didn't want to “fuck” anyone anymore, male or female.
~ ~ ~
Then came the Forest of Dean. Yvonne heard about the rumors of some monster there, and then - God knew how - found out that the Home Office was sending someone to investigate. Of course, there was no way the Home Office could get one up on Torchwood, so even though it wasn't her area of expertise, Ashley found herself in a nicely appointed inn on the edge of the Forest, inserting herself into a conversation between Home Office rep Claudia Brown and Nick Cutter, an evolutionary biologist.
Ashley knew about Cutter; his wife's mysterious disappearance in the Forest of Dean eight years ago had made the Torchwood radar, if only because no trace of her was ever found. Such questionable cases usually got at least a moment's worth of time at Torchwood, just in case there was something alien or preternatural about it. Before leaving, she'd glanced over the records for the area, and she suspected the man was here because of his wife, not the supposed creature.
Whatever she'd expected, a prehistoric predator - and a rip in space-time - had not been it. The anomalies weren't like the Cardiff Rift; they closed and they moved. It didn't take long for them to find that out, and after the pool incident, a PR guru was added to the team. Jenny Lewis was another shock; she was Claudia's double, except for the dark hair, clothing style, and attitude. And for Ashley, she was infinitely more attractive. But Jenny was straight - and anyway, she was engaged.
It was Diane all over again, the untouchable woman, until a night at a bar, and a little more tequila than was strictly wise. And everything changed. She'd never expected anything more than a one-night stand from that night; Jenny had been drinking, she'd just broken up with her fiance, and Ashley happened to be there. But the other woman had surprised her.
Lying in bed, looking at her sleeping lover, Ashley couldn't have been happier about that fact. She was in love again, and this time... This time it would work, she really believed that. It wasn't going to be easy - their job prevented that - but she was sure they could do it. They had to, because she wouldn't survive it if they didn't. She'd never thought she could love anyone this much, but Jenny made everyone who came before her pale into insignificance. Ashley couldn't lose her, and she was going to make damned sure that she didn't.
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Jenny Lewis/Ashley Stafford (OC)
Summary: Ashley's had a lot of lovers, but only a few really left their mark...
Rating: R, and for once it is because of mild smut. Very mild, and not very good, but... *shrugs*
Ashley had known since she first became aware of her sexuality that she liked girls as much as boys, if not more. But it wasn’t until university when it really became relevant, the day her roommate, Carla, turned to her the one day and snogged her. Ashley had been startled, but went along with it. Carla was a much better kisser than the boys she’d dated in high school, and as she found out later that night, Carla was also much more skilled in bed.
Her hands fisted in Carla’s red curls as the other girl’s slender, clever fingers entered her, while Carla’s thumb steadily stroked Ashley’s clit. It was the first time Ashley really understood why people wanted to have sex, when Carla shoved three fingers inside her and colors exploded behind her closed lids, when she had to clap both hands over her mouth so that her scream didn’t wake half the hallway.
But at the end of the day, it didn’t really work. The fact was, Carla was good at sex, but wasn’t good at much else. They parted as friends when the year ended, Carla having had a good time and Ashley having learned more about herself than she’d ever imagined.
~ ~ ~
The rest of uni passed, and Ashley dated college boys and college girls with equal interest, though as with Carla, she often found that it was the ladies who were more satisfying in the long run. Then her final semester rolled around, and she arrived five minutes early to her Advanced Psychology class. She was sitting in the front row, reading a novel while waiting for the teacher to come in, when the clicking of heels distracted her. She looked up, and felt a jolt of heat go straight to her core as she watched the professor walk up to the lectern, her high heels and pencil skirt making Ashley’s mouth go dry.
It was the first time she’d ever had a reaction so immediate to anyone, and she spent the entire semester trying to figure out a way to seduce Diane Collins, her professor. She never did succeed, and there were times when she was sure that the other woman was laughing at her attempts. It had crushed her, but she tried not to let it show.
~ ~ ~
Her first job at Torchwood had been as the Director’s personal assistant. Basically, she was Yvonne’s lackey, doing whatever the woman ordered her. And it was a month into her new job when she found out about her most… delicate duty. Her predecessor as PA, Rachel Lennox, took her aside to tell her.
“What?!” Ashley said, horrified. “She… what?”
“Today. I know because she told me yesterday that I was finally done. That means you’re up, Stafford.”
And sure enough, Yvonne had given the order that Rachel had told her about, and Ashley found herself on her knees, slipping her tongue between her boss’ wet folds, feeling Yvonne’s hands clutch at her hair. She felt so dirty, doing this on command, but at the same time… There was an odd sort of power in hearing Yvonne having to choke back cries of pleasure. The Director Bitch might be able to make her go down on her at any time - and after that first time she did; in the company car, in elevators, and in deserted labs - but once it began, it was Ashley with the power. Over time, there came to be something seductive about making the always-composed Ice Queen fall apart with nothing more than a few well-practiced flicks of her tongue.
Besides, if she did her latest ‘job’ right, she could go anywhere. She’d figured that out very quickly after the first time, when Rachel found her dry-heaving in the ground floor loo. “Don’t be an idiot, Stafford,” she’d said sharply. “You keep her happy, and once she’s decided you’ve been her PA long enough, she’ll put you in any department you want.”
And she did. After nine months, Ashley found herself doing R&D, with the occasional field mission. Just what she’d always wanted. But some part of her missed knowing she had a power over the most powerful person in her world. And that, she was sure, was why Yvonne ordered her to bring a report to her office at exactly the same time as the new PA was doing her duty. So Ashley could see Yvonne’s head thrown back in pleasure given by someone else, and know that even that power had been in the boss-lady’s gift.
~ ~ ~
There had been something about Ianto Jones from the first time she met him, and Ashley had thought many times that if she’d let herself, she could have fallen head over heels for the soft-spoken Welshman. There would have been heat, too - one mistletoe-enforced kiss at the annual Christmas party proved that. But he fell in love with Lisa, and even if he hadn’t…
It was refreshing to have a different sort of love for once, just friendship. Of course, she had a different kind of love already, with her siblings, but this wasn't the same. That was blood, and something she felt she was born with, and this was something she'd found herself. She and Ianto talked about that one night, when Lisa was off on a work trip to the Glasgow office. They’d gone out and gotten drunk enough that he crashed at her place, and they talked about all kinds of things, alcohol loosening their tongues. Both of them enjoyed their friendship, and so would never take it to another level. If things went south, they’d lose each other completely, and that was unacceptable.
Besides, she had Daniel. Daniel Moran was the first man who really turned her world upside down, though she hated to think of it that way. What an overused cliché. But it was true. That was how she figured out that she’d reacted more strongly to women not because they were better lovers, but because she tended to at least be friendly with them. With the men, sometimes it had just been a shag and good-bye. Daniel was different. And for the first time, she’d begun to dream about marriage, a family - though since both she and Daniel worked for Torchwood, it was foolish to do so.
Then she and Ianto caught Lisa and Daniel together, having sex in one of the empty labs at work. That was the closest she and Ianto had ever come to sex themselves, because after two bottles of tequila, they almost forgot why they never wanted to be lovers. Some heated kisses were exchanged before they came back to themselves, and they fell asleep in the same bed, but nothing more.
The next day both had terrible hangovers but that didn't stop the shouting matches with their erstwhile lovers, that ended with Lisa begging for a second chance that wasn't granted and Daniel sneering, “You're not even a good lay. Stick to fucking girls, Ashley.” But Ashley didn't want to “fuck” anyone anymore, male or female.
~ ~ ~
Then came the Forest of Dean. Yvonne heard about the rumors of some monster there, and then - God knew how - found out that the Home Office was sending someone to investigate. Of course, there was no way the Home Office could get one up on Torchwood, so even though it wasn't her area of expertise, Ashley found herself in a nicely appointed inn on the edge of the Forest, inserting herself into a conversation between Home Office rep Claudia Brown and Nick Cutter, an evolutionary biologist.
Ashley knew about Cutter; his wife's mysterious disappearance in the Forest of Dean eight years ago had made the Torchwood radar, if only because no trace of her was ever found. Such questionable cases usually got at least a moment's worth of time at Torchwood, just in case there was something alien or preternatural about it. Before leaving, she'd glanced over the records for the area, and she suspected the man was here because of his wife, not the supposed creature.
Whatever she'd expected, a prehistoric predator - and a rip in space-time - had not been it. The anomalies weren't like the Cardiff Rift; they closed and they moved. It didn't take long for them to find that out, and after the pool incident, a PR guru was added to the team. Jenny Lewis was another shock; she was Claudia's double, except for the dark hair, clothing style, and attitude. And for Ashley, she was infinitely more attractive. But Jenny was straight - and anyway, she was engaged.
It was Diane all over again, the untouchable woman, until a night at a bar, and a little more tequila than was strictly wise. And everything changed. She'd never expected anything more than a one-night stand from that night; Jenny had been drinking, she'd just broken up with her fiance, and Ashley happened to be there. But the other woman had surprised her.
Lying in bed, looking at her sleeping lover, Ashley couldn't have been happier about that fact. She was in love again, and this time... This time it would work, she really believed that. It wasn't going to be easy - their job prevented that - but she was sure they could do it. They had to, because she wouldn't survive it if they didn't. She'd never thought she could love anyone this much, but Jenny made everyone who came before her pale into insignificance. Ashley couldn't lose her, and she was going to make damned sure that she didn't.