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Title: "Excitement"
Author: prettysirenx
Rating: MA
Genre: angst, smut
Spoilers: No actual spoilers -- just S2 speculations.
Disclaimer: Don't own SGU.
Author's note: prompted by aryas_zehral. Sequel to "Secrets".
Chloe woke up in a raging sweat. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she realized, like usual, it was just a dream. But it felt so real. The strange blue hands were holding her down on a table; she struggled against them fruitlessly as they forced a mask over her face. She began to suffocate, and it was that sensation which prompted her to wake, gasping and panting.
She looked beside her. Scott snored lightly, fast asleep, facing the opposite direction from her. She grabbed her sweatshirt and left the room.
There was no way she was going back to sleep; since she was awake, she wanted to be in the company of someone else who was too.
As she walked down the corridors, she took care to make sure they were empty and tread as quietly as possible. She was going to find the only person whose company she craved, and she knew, without a doubt, he was spending time with the secret he’d shown her the night before.
And she was right. She found him in the bridge, going over certain systems. He glanced up when she entered, acknowledging her.
“I was careful,” Chloe insisted, instead of saying hello. “Nobody followed me.”
“I know,” Rush replied quietly, moving on to another console, as he wrote things down in his notepad.
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
“What?”
“Not sleeping.”
“Nighttime is the only time I can do this work, lately,” Rush said. “I’ll sleep when Col. Young isn’t being so…you know.”
“It’s just…I think it’s starting to get to me.”
“How do you mean?”
Chloe edged closer to him, but he didn’t look up.
“My dreams,” she started, wringing her hands. “Everything feels so real. It doesn’t feel like a dream. It feels like a memory.”
“Perhaps it is,” he said quietly.
“My skin is changing quicker,” she said.
He looked up at this.
She raised her shirt to reveal her stomach, which was covered in patches of newly formed blue skin. Rush only looked for a moment before he averted his eyes. He left his work and walked over to the captain’s chair, sitting down. He rested his chin thoughtfully on his hand.
“We have to know what happened to you,” he said quietly. He looked ahead, as though his thoughts were miles away, and she knew he was racking his memories for something worth remembering.
She walked over to him, sinking down onto his lap. She knew it was a forward gesture, but she craved comfort, and she knew he wouldn’t readily offer it unprovoked.
“I’m scared,” she admitted; tears streamed down her cheeks as she abruptly threw her arms around his neck, holding onto him tight.
At first, his body went rigid out of shock, but then he relaxed and she felt something surprising: his warm arms wrapped around her.
“I’m sorry,” she said into his neck.
“Why would you be sorry?”
“Because I’m a needy mess,” she replied.
“You’re not needy, Chloe. You have every right to be frightened.”
She lifted her head up, looking into his eyes, checking to see the sincerity; she felt stupid for doubting it, because it was there in droves. He really had the kindest eyes she’d ever seen. She couldn’t help kissing him. It was a natural impulse and one she didn’t regret. Again, he was very still at first, but he responded, which prompted her to kiss him harder and faster.
She began tearing at his clothes hungrily and threw off her own hoodie. She shivered as his fingers slid down her back; and smiled as he grabbed her ass, pulling her closer into him. She could feel him growing under her, and it shot an electric excitement through her body, which made her kiss him even more vigorously, groaning as he ripped off her shirt and threw it aside.
Her fear was washed away by his touch; instead of being afraid, she was all anticipation, and full of kinky thoughts: she wanted to ride him in that captain’s chair. That seat of honor suited him and jived very well with his innate power, which drove her even wilder than usual. He was at home and confident, knowing exactly how to kiss her neck and where to put his fingers.
Chloe didn’t think about her nightmares anymore that night.
Author: prettysirenx
Rating: MA
Genre: angst, smut
Spoilers: No actual spoilers -- just S2 speculations.
Disclaimer: Don't own SGU.
Author's note: prompted by aryas_zehral. Sequel to "Secrets".
Chloe woke up in a raging sweat. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she realized, like usual, it was just a dream. But it felt so real. The strange blue hands were holding her down on a table; she struggled against them fruitlessly as they forced a mask over her face. She began to suffocate, and it was that sensation which prompted her to wake, gasping and panting.
She looked beside her. Scott snored lightly, fast asleep, facing the opposite direction from her. She grabbed her sweatshirt and left the room.
There was no way she was going back to sleep; since she was awake, she wanted to be in the company of someone else who was too.
As she walked down the corridors, she took care to make sure they were empty and tread as quietly as possible. She was going to find the only person whose company she craved, and she knew, without a doubt, he was spending time with the secret he’d shown her the night before.
And she was right. She found him in the bridge, going over certain systems. He glanced up when she entered, acknowledging her.
“I was careful,” Chloe insisted, instead of saying hello. “Nobody followed me.”
“I know,” Rush replied quietly, moving on to another console, as he wrote things down in his notepad.
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
“What?”
“Not sleeping.”
“Nighttime is the only time I can do this work, lately,” Rush said. “I’ll sleep when Col. Young isn’t being so…you know.”
“It’s just…I think it’s starting to get to me.”
“How do you mean?”
Chloe edged closer to him, but he didn’t look up.
“My dreams,” she started, wringing her hands. “Everything feels so real. It doesn’t feel like a dream. It feels like a memory.”
“Perhaps it is,” he said quietly.
“My skin is changing quicker,” she said.
He looked up at this.
She raised her shirt to reveal her stomach, which was covered in patches of newly formed blue skin. Rush only looked for a moment before he averted his eyes. He left his work and walked over to the captain’s chair, sitting down. He rested his chin thoughtfully on his hand.
“We have to know what happened to you,” he said quietly. He looked ahead, as though his thoughts were miles away, and she knew he was racking his memories for something worth remembering.
She walked over to him, sinking down onto his lap. She knew it was a forward gesture, but she craved comfort, and she knew he wouldn’t readily offer it unprovoked.
“I’m scared,” she admitted; tears streamed down her cheeks as she abruptly threw her arms around his neck, holding onto him tight.
At first, his body went rigid out of shock, but then he relaxed and she felt something surprising: his warm arms wrapped around her.
“I’m sorry,” she said into his neck.
“Why would you be sorry?”
“Because I’m a needy mess,” she replied.
“You’re not needy, Chloe. You have every right to be frightened.”
She lifted her head up, looking into his eyes, checking to see the sincerity; she felt stupid for doubting it, because it was there in droves. He really had the kindest eyes she’d ever seen. She couldn’t help kissing him. It was a natural impulse and one she didn’t regret. Again, he was very still at first, but he responded, which prompted her to kiss him harder and faster.
She began tearing at his clothes hungrily and threw off her own hoodie. She shivered as his fingers slid down her back; and smiled as he grabbed her ass, pulling her closer into him. She could feel him growing under her, and it shot an electric excitement through her body, which made her kiss him even more vigorously, groaning as he ripped off her shirt and threw it aside.
Her fear was washed away by his touch; instead of being afraid, she was all anticipation, and full of kinky thoughts: she wanted to ride him in that captain’s chair. That seat of honor suited him and jived very well with his innate power, which drove her even wilder than usual. He was at home and confident, knowing exactly how to kiss her neck and where to put his fingers.
Chloe didn’t think about her nightmares anymore that night.