FF: Bionic Woman, Ruth/Jamie, Living the Dream
Title: Living the Dream
Sequel to 'In Dreams' and 'Dreams of Tomorrow' and 'Bad Dreams'
Fandom and pairing: Bionic Woman, Ruth/Jamie
Rating: NC17, big time!
Spoilers: Nothing specific.
Shatterpath's notes: So much for this being a one off… (It's all your fault, Ralst! Really, somehow it must be.) Most of the smut came from conversations with a friend whom I flirt with outrageously. This whole damn thing is really just a bunch of fantasies strung together with a loose plot at best. But Ruth and Jamie have earned a load of raunchy smut from me, so I was happy to oblige.
Several fantasies of these two crack me up, particularly Jamie's thing with disheveled Ruth. Though it makes perfect sense when you think about how… together Ruth always is. People with lovers like that love to get them sloppy and sexy. Wouldn't you?
When the TPTB at NBC used that blue 1972 GTO on episode 'Paradise Lost' for all of five odd minutes of screen time, bet nobody thought it would become such fetish material, eh? The weird thing is, I'm so NOT a car person. Never know it by reading this saga though! (It's your fault, Kitten. Thank you.)
After literally HOURS of research, trying to narrow down automotive industry terminology that I know NOTHING about… I finally figured out what the piece of shop equipment I needed is. *heavy sigh* It's called a 'chassis dynamometer'. It's a set of big metal rollers that a car's drive tires are parked on and the vehicle is securely strapped into position. The engine is run and the rollers gauge how fast the wheels start and stop. Wikipedia here if you're really bored: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dynamometer#Types_of_dynamometers . (All that work… I hope you people appreciate my attention to detail! I even called an old buddy who's a classic car nut to verify that a GTO would be rear-wheel driven. The things I do for love…)
Archiving permission to P&P, because I don't think these two are happy anywhere else!
Special thanks to Ardvari for her inspirations and everyone who cheers these two on. See? It's working!
Summary: A long working vacation brings out facets of our odd couple, cementing a bond neither ever expected and both need.
+ * + Ruth + * +
"You've wanted a vacation anyway," Jonas says flatly, his expression characteristically never twitching. "From what I've been told, every hip community needs a gay couple. You'll be great."
For a moment I stare impassively at this man who I've played right hand to for many years, searching for the subtle glints of emotion that are so difficult to read. Then I see it, the faintest sparkle of humor in his dark eyes.
"You're enjoying this."
My dry accusation actually makes his serious mouth twitch. Without changing my own expression, I deliver my final shot before we really get down to business.
"Bastard."
Jonas actually huffs in amusement.
+ * + Jamie + * +
This is new.
When I was drafted into this strange life, I knew it would read like a movie at times, but this is threatening to make me crack up slightly hysterically.
Not a good way to make an impression on the neighbors.
Ruth is directing the moving men with body language far tenser than her even voice indicates. It's so weird to see her dressed like this, blue jeans and a pink blouse with her normally severe haircut loose around her face. I must look like a lost college student in my baggy sweater and khakis.
Several locals have wandered past with dogs and kids or in small groups, obviously curious. How long do I let them wonder about the two new women who have moved into their midst? I don't want any doubt to our relationship. Nor do I relish being shunned by suburbia.
But my first priority is my partner. And, frankly, I'm tired of these idiots in coveralls ogling one or both of us. So, I drop the box unceremoniously back into the newly repainted GTO and sneak up behind Ruth.
+ * + Ruth + * +
The familiar arms around my waist startle me a bit. The damn bionic ear still seems to have a mind of its own and I have to keep conscious control over it. Even I can't be completely focused all the time.
"Hey baby," she purrs against that new ear where she's very aware of the hotspot that has not faded. "You okay?"
The rush of hormones makes my eyes flutter shut and I place my hands over her encircling arms. Better the curious neighbors catch us cuddling now and stop wondering what exactly we're about. Turning my head, I press my nose to her temple and exhale my nervousness into her hair. For a long moment I stay like this, selfishly leaving Jamie to face the first round of odd looks. These guys are on the job, but half of them are locals too. Even the two undercover Burkett guys I bet are startled a bit.
Jamie and I have made no secret of our relationship, but it's still odd to some of them. When I look around again, after kissing Jamie's ear, my guys look away, smothering smirks. Jae in particular is amused. He's posing as our buddy from the big city as this will enable him to visit whenever he pleases.
That makes all of us feel better.
+ * + Jamie + * +
We've been busting ass for more than twelve hours and I'm exhausted. Tough as I might be, this has tapped me out. This town is almost creepy in its unrelenting normalcy. Several of the neighbors even introduced themselves to us, determined to be friendly. Nothing at all seems amiss.
Various operatives have been passing through this town in different disguises for months now. Dangerous illegal contraband moves through here and no one can figure out how. Jonas is banking that the bionics are immune to whatever is going on here.
Ruth startles me from my near-doze when she appears in the hallway leading back to the bedrooms. "You look dead," she comments wryly and strides over to straddle my lap, hands combing my long hair. "Come break in the shower with me and then I'll see if I can get the kinks out."
"Not all of the kinks I hope," I drawl wryly and she chuckles before kissing me lightly. Lazily, I drape my arms around her and nibble at her mouth, asking for more.
+ * + Ruth + * +
Lazy with hard work and sound sleep, my muscles stretch in the warm sunlight, my hand slithering over Jamie's familiar body beside me. She'd amused me greatly last night, whining about being tired while I still had a few flagging energy reserves. Even now I hold her compliment close to my heart.
"Don't you even complain about being old, you brat," she'd scowled at me petulantly. "Fifty million dollars of sci-fi body hardware and well into the double digits younger than you and I still can't keep up."
Not a classic comment from one lover to another, but I know that she meant it. The shower had been a lazy affair, much kissing and caressing, with me able to indulge in soaping her lovely skin and tending to her long mane.
A low moan and the shift of Jamie's sleeping body is a beacon I don't even try to resist, rolling to cuddle our lower halves close and trailing a friendly hand over her torso and arm.
+ * + Jamie + * +
Go figure that not only can the woman outlast me; she's awake before I am too. Not that I'm complaining about her loving touch over my bare skin. Particularly when she notes the subtle change that signals my wakefulness and her caresses become more deliberate.
"Good morning," Ruth purrs as I stretch and roll onto my back in one motion, yawning expressively before smiling. I wrap both arms around her, raising my left leg so that she can snuggle her pelvis against mine.
"Good morning," I echo, wallowing in the brush of her hand over my curves. "I like these lazy mornings with you."
"Me too. Now, you were tired but anxious last night," Ruth teases her breath and touch over my skin and my hormones start singing. "Still feeling anxious?"
My responses to her have ranged over a spectrum that amazes me. Every emotion has rocked my body and soul from anger to hot to curious to slow to tender. Right now, I just want her desperately and whine for her mercy.
Chuckling warmly, Ruth finds that spot where neck meets shoulder, worrying at my flesh with lips and teeth while her talented fingers get busy at softer and more vulnerable spots that make me moan and cling to her.
The doorbell is not a welcome sound.
+ * + Ruth + * +
It's been a long few days in Raleigh, Colorado. The community has made a mostly concerted effort to welcome us both, despite our being female and the obvious age gap between us. After all, we're big city folk and that gives us license to be so very different. Jamie's already in with some of the locals in one of the three restaurants in town and I've scored a job that both amuses me and gives me a window to a life I could have led.
Filthy from the elbows down, wrapped in a ragged set of coveralls that seem to be covered in decades of grease and dirt, my hair beneath an incongruously clean and new baseball cap. The wrench is heavy and sticky with grime, but finally does its job and the stubborn nut gives up the fight with a pop.
Mike is the hardened old veteran that owns the only real mechanic shop in town. The condition of my beloved muscle car and the honest brag that I keep it up myself got me here. While Mike and his boys work on the modern cars with their intricate computer systems and fancy hardware, I get to indulge in my love of the simple elegance of the cars of yore. There are six of them in various states of repair in one corner of the sprawling lot and I'm pretty much left to my own devices.
+ * + Jamie + * +
When I met Ruth, I had no way of knowing that we'd end up lovers. I once didn't see any of the things that make her so complicated and fascinating. Her control and focus and dedication, wrapped up in a cool, enticing package. She is always elegant, always meticulous and well-dressed and in command of a situation.
Well, almost always, I remind myself with a naughty smile, remembering our varied love life that has been completely subverted by the locals determined to fit us into their lives. I love that they want to include us, but I really miss privacy with my lover.
Watching Ruth, I hate to disturb her, even as my hormones simmer urgently. Ever since that morning where I was left hanging at the edge of orgasm by that damn doorbell, I've wanted to jump her. But we're always tired and our schedules have been off. Mostly this is the fault of my working crazy early shifts at the bakery where I've scored a job and Ruth putting in long hours with the grease monkeys.
She looks positively calm and delighted in what she's doing; completely different than that woman I normally work with. She's filthy and sweaty and humming happily to herself. God, I need her so bad…
+ * + Ruth + * +
"Hey sexy," Jamie purrs from nearby, startling me into looking around. She's perched herself on the radiator of the beat up Charger, smiling seductively. She looks so different dressed like this, in a dark blue 60s retro waitress uniform, hair pulled into a careful bun.
"Well, this is a pleasant surprise," I grin, hoping the guys aren't paying too much attention to me or my visitor. I have no desire to stand out among them more than my age and gender does already. Not that every male and a chunk of the women haven't taken notice of Jamie and her good looks and easy charm. Just inches from her body, an imperiously raised hand stops me in my tracks.
"Give me a kiss, but don't touch me, grease monkey," she wrinkles her nose at me and I can't stop the laughter that bubbles up from deep in my chest.
"God, we're like some cliché sixties couple, aren't we?"
"Shut up, Ruth, and kiss me."
With no body contact except our mouths, I feel the urgency in Jamie, enhanced by the low murmurs of need in her throat. "So help me," she growls against my lips, "if you don't come home early tonight and fuck me, I'm going to implode or possibly throttle someone. I like these people, but I need some alone time with you."
+ * + Jamie + * +
Ruth is thrilled and turned on by my rough plea, my voice deep and harsh with the itch that I need her to scratch. Those mercurial eyes, like a barometer of her mood, turn a hot yellow and my body's sexual reaction is not at all feigned. That look makes me crazy, all the more so because she can't hide it or stop it.
The sharp crack of a knuckle startles me, making me realize that I've automatically tuned all my senses to her, bionic and original. Forcing my eyes down, I see that her fingers are twisted into a filthy rag hard enough to whiten her flesh in places. Not to mention the clinging droplets of sweat on her throat and clavicles, visible in the 'v' of the coveralls and above the tank top.
"I gotta go," squeaks out past my tight throat and I steal a quick kiss before practically running away. At the open gate, I dare to glance back.
Ruth looks bewildered and completely smug at my behavior, which amuses and reassures me. Let her think I'm the better catch.
I have my own opinions.
+ * + Ruth + * +
It's easy for me to read Mike, despite his stony countenance, and his amusement is thick as I inform him that I'm leaving early to go home.
"Gotta keep the missus happy," he drawls with a small grin and I toss my comeback over my shoulder.
"You're just jealous."
"Naw. But the boys sure are."
Each of the three younger men is suddenly deeply involved in their tasks, unable to meet my eyes. At this moment, knowing the reception I'm in for, I can afford to be smug and magnanimous by simply walking away.
The GTO growls across town and into the garage of our house. Even though I scrubbed off at the yard, I repeat the process, including a wet, soapy rag over most of my torso before running the small towel under the water from the utility sink and getting the soap off. Without bothering with a bra, I yank on a clean tank top over my damp skin.
+ * + Jamie + * +
She's home.
The relief is a palpable thing and I automatically turn my attention inward, mentally tracing the lines of wires in my head to the recording device in my bionic eye. A wrenching blast of pain later and it's disabled so that I can have privacy with my lover.
The house is nearly spotless, having been the recipient of my anxious energy for several days now. Becca would be amused as hell to see me like this, so wound up that I'm forced to clean of all things. At the moment I'm out in the sunlight, only just starting to fade into evening. There are planting beds that I decided to take on for their few weeds and unpruned branches.
Before I can do more than note that I'm sweaty and dusted with soil, Ruth frames herself in the sliding glass doorway and I can feel the heat of her gaze from all the way over here.
Obviously, extreme horniness has eliminated any ability to be intelligent because all I can do is stand here and stare.
+ * + Ruth + * +
I know how intelligent this young woman is. After all, I profiled her long before I knew her first hand. It's a source of great amusement to me that she has been reduced to such idiocy by her hormones. If she's trying to feed my ego in hopes of relief, it's working in spades and I aggressively stride over to wrap her up in a hug and kiss that makes both of us completely forget that we're in our backyard with neighbors all around.
Jamie allows me to prod her back beneath the cover of the small grove of pine trees in the corner of the main planting bed away from the pool. The 'whuff' that escapes her as I back her up against the largest trunk is weak around her elevated breathing.
"Grab that branch," I growl hotly, grinding her pelvis into mine until she whimpers. There's no need to ask which hand I mean and the bionic right is immediately anchored to the heavy wood. No need to ask for trouble during this quickie. Roughly yanking up her t-shirt, I bite and suckle at her erect nipples through the fabric of her sports bra, skimming my hands over her slender frame. Already Jamie's hips rock against mine and I worm a hand down her shorts to find her wet and welcoming.
+ * + Jamie + * +
The woman is psychic, I swear she is.
Rough and demanding, she has me pinned up against the big pine, her hand down my shorts, fingers deep and fulfilling. We'll have time later for sweet and lingering. Right now, this is exactly what I need.
Carefully gathering up a mouthful of the strap on her shirt, I clench my teeth tight, trying to muffle the grunts of lust tickling my throat. With her thigh against her hand, Ruth pistons into the grip of my sex, breathing like a steam engine against my ear. All I can do is take hold of the shorter lengths of hair at her nape and hang on for dear life.
It bears down on me like a freight train I can't outrace, no matter how fast I can run now. Every muscle tenses, my heels digging hard into the soft earth to make sure that I don't lose complete control. The branch above my head creaks in protest to my bionic hand damaging its sturdy tissues.
"Come for me," Ruth breathes and the rush comes over me blinding and fast.
+ * + Ruth + * +
Pleasantly exhausted by the marathon session that started in the backyard, I'm now sprawled on our bed, air drying from the second shower of the night. The lethargy is complete, leaving me pretty well boneless from crown to toes. Jamie is preening in front of the bathroom mirror, just visible to my grateful eye.
"So, I got a package today," she announces suddenly and saunters back into the room with her loose-limbed stride.
"Oh?"
"It's one of the reasons I was so worked up this afternoon."
Now I'm curious and cup my hands behind my head to smile cockily at her. "Do tell."
With frisky, youthful energy, Jamie shakes the bed jumping on and straddling my hips. Snuggling into my slightly sturdier frame, she indulges the sensation of our naked skins together. After a moment she props herself on both elbows, damp hair trailing over my chest and regards me with a sweet expression. "You know I love what you do to me, right?"
+ * + Jamie + * +
This is going to be a strange conversation and I really hope that the buzz of satisfaction has softened Ruth up.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," she smiles and the expression reaches deep into her eyes, nearly green with relaxed satisfaction. "You have something in mind we haven't tried?"
She's a freakin' mind reader, I swear she is. "Yeah. I had an idea, but I don't want you to think I'm being weird or I'm lacking with you or anything."
With a surprised grunt, I'm flat on my back with her sprawled over me. "You're babbling, Jamie. Spit it out."
"I ordered a sex toy."
Yep, that was my voice that blurted that out and embarrassed heat is rushing up my torso to my cheeks. For a moment Ruth is startled, before laughing openly. Almost immediately, she is kissing me, still chuckling low in her chest. "Is that what's been bothering you?"
+ * + Ruth + * +
This girl-woman of mine is a crack up sometimes. I can only wonder if it's been her own embarrassment or the fear of telling me that's making her so flushed. No point in missing the opportunity to stew in her own juices a bit, so I nip and suckle at her neck a bit. Once she's getting into it, I prop myself up on my elbows to eye her with some warped version of my 'work face' that makes her chortle.
"So, are you going to share with the rest of the class? Or shall I just extrapolate on my own?"
Still chuckling, Jamie once again asserts her strength and I'm on my back once more. "You sure?"
Despite her amusement, she's unsure, I can tell. So I give her an askance look and question, "It's not something weird is it?" The dark tresses shake negative. "Well, that's good, can't have anything too bizarre in our bed. After all, we're so amazingly normal and all."
The snappy patter succeeds and Jamie smiles, her nerves abating and I arch up to kiss her quickly.
"Whatever doubts about us I once harbored," my voice is very serious, even to my own ears. "You have eliminated them. Bring out your toy, pretty girl, and let's see more of what turns you on."
+ * + Jamie + * +
My Ruth is an eloquent woman, but generally one of few words. When she does spell things out for me, I keep the words close to my heart. Particularly like this, the lover speaking so sweetly to me. She makes me feel special and normal and adored, things that so many take for granted.
So, I forgo thought for long moments, once more losing myself in her talented kisses. Despite the half dozen times we've scored the brass ring this night and the early morning hour, once more our breathing deepens, hands wandering heavy and arousing.
"Sure you're up for this, old lady?" I tease, mouths still brushing and jump and squeak when she swats me stingingly across the ass.
"You just bring it on, pup."
Still nervous, but getting more excited now, I lunge over to gather up the clean towel where the toy has been hiding and hand it over.
+ * + Ruth + * +
It's an odd looking thing, a phallic sculpture in electric purple silicone. Taking it from her hands, I eyeball the stylized shape of the thing and can't help but think that some designer somewhere had way too much fun with their CAD programs. The longer arm is obviously phallic, but the other is really interesting. It thickens, then narrows drastically, bends at a ninety-odd degree angle and flares into a fat, bean-shaped bulb.
(Author's note: Curious? Go check out said toy! http://www.goodvibes.com/Item--i-13BA16--m-80 Isn't it pretty?)
Then Jamie's hair is tickling over my chest and I feel her mouth on my midriff, suckling seductively. "Take your time," she purrs throatily against my flesh, tickling pleasantly and I have to chuckle. "I saw it on a website and couldn't pass it up."
"You've gone shopping?" I can't help but tease, even as I set the toy aside and bury my fingers in her lustrous hair to rub her scalp.
"Your hands are always busy when you're fucking me," she confesses baldly, blue eyes blazing as she stares up my torso. "I thought this might be a nice twist."
Twitching my knees further apart to accommodate her body, I swear I'm more limber now than I was when I was her age; I grin and tweak her lower lip. "Relax, pretty girl. I'm convinced. I'm yours to do with as you please."
+ * + Jamie + * +
The relationship doesn't have to be a meeting of equals. Honestly, I'm generally happy to be somewhat subservient to this powerful personality. That Ruth treats me as an equal, unless she has to occasionally slap me down at work, but that's different, makes me feel amazing.
Tickling at that soft, warm spot between Ruth's thighs that I've grown to love, I'm reassured that she's not yanking my chain. Breath catching, she tightens her grip in my hair and her eyelashes flutter. Excellent!
Climbing back up Ruth's body, I leave my tickling hand where it is and once more kiss her thoroughly. "So, I have you curious, huh?" I tease conversationally and the yellowed eyes glower with mock seriousness, making me chortle. Stroking deeper, I have her now, moaning softly, her body starting to writhe. "Grab it," I demand, getting distractedly aroused myself now. "And the little tube of lube with it."
"Okay," she grunts breathlessly and I'm damn glad once again that I'm not working later today!
+ * + Ruth + * +
With aggressive teeth, Jamie tears the tip of the fat little packet that I found in the folds of the towel, squeezing a dollop of the clear gel onto the fingertips she pulls away from my body. It takes a real effort not to whine at the loss of her touch, but the look in her eye is good enough for the moment.
The gel is rubbed to the bulbous end of the toy, still clenched in my hand, and I'm starting to confirm how this is going to work. Tugging on my hand, Jamie breathes hot and fast against my mouth, "Give a girl a hand?"
It's an easy fit, sliding inside, the fat base of the phallic end nestling into my clitoris. Experimentally, I clench internal muscles to get the feel of it. "Your turn," I groan as the toy jostles internally at Jamie's fumbling. "Come on already!"
"Gimmie a second!" She growls and suddenly shifts away enough that I can see what she's doing.
+ * + Jamie + * +
There is the oddest expression on Ruth's face as I run my lube-sloppy hand over the electric purple phallus jutting up from the curly gold pubes. I'm looking forward to this more and more, particularly with that stark, hungry look on my lover's face. Huffing with excitement, I sit up on my knees and trail my slick fingers through the dark curls at my groin in preparation.
There's a wordless sound of lust as I toss a leg over her hips and aim the new toy right where I need it. My long, stuttered groan that echoes up from deep inside is not feigned as the silicone shaft sinks deep.
"Oh Ruth…"
Even as I shiver from the long-forgotten sensation of this deeper penetration, I feel the blissful slide of Ruth's hands over the insides of my thighs and over my tense abdomen.
+ * + Ruth + * +
She is impossibly sexy, muscles tense, head back, that long, low note of desire escaping her on a shuddering breath. If I might have been harboring issues over her want for the false Johnson between us, her sincere reaction alleviates any worry.
For the moment I am content to let Jamie set the pace. The mass of the bed and my strong pelvis should protect me if she loses focus over the legs momentarily and she's trained herself to keep that right hand clenched into the bedding and mattress. These memory foam things have proven to be remarkably durable.
Muscles real and replaced flex to shift Jamie's body on the phallus and I'm torn between the sensations in my own body and watching her. Moaning my name, she arches over me, dark hair trailing and tickling, breath hot over my chin. Taking advantage of the freedom of my hands, I stroke her ribs and hips, skittering up to find those hard nipples I love to tease.
+ * + Jamie + * +
I'm unspeakably gratified that Ruth is into the game. The toy serves only two purposes and she's already got one down, strong, sensitive hands stroking my skin. The second is simple depth. The woman's got magic hands, but there's been an itch we just haven't been able to scratch. What I really want is her whole hand…
Just the thought is enough to bring on climax, the roar rushing up my nerves and turning my senses to static.
Still holding Ruth and the toy hostage with my stronger body, I feel some of the tension is gone. Certainly not all of it, but Ruth is still tense too, so I'll catch my breath and find out what else this thing can do.
What I really want is her whole hand, but I don't trust myself to maintain control enough not to damage her irreparably. Maybe my smart lover can think of something.
Because the idea and the thrill aren't going away.
+ * + Ruth + * +
Exhausted and possibly a bit delirious, I'm still unable to sleep, even as morning is well underway. I haven't more than catnapped all night, I'm sore with lack of sleep and I've been completely fucked senseless. Since I'm not really on a schedule with the shop, I'm playing hooky today. Frankly, I'm quite certain that Mike would kick my ass if I showed up, since Jamie's visit yesterday left nothing to the imagination…
The light of the rising dawn caresses my young lover, revealing the quickly fading marks that I left dusky on her skin. She heals so impossibly fast, the anthracites repairing any damages, small or large. It's a reminder of what sets her apart from the rest of humanity.
Gingerly, I reach up to rub the nap of bristles that have grown in irregularly over the place where the bionic techs prodded through the cracks in my skull and replaced the biological mechanisms of my ruined ear. The locals have accepted the story of a car accident with appropriate levels of horrified sympathy. Except for Mike, who I suspect with some degree of consternation, knows more than he lets on. The roadmap of scars in my skin and skull are still sensitive almost to the point of pain, but Jamie has remembered with delightful frequency how that spot makes me weak in the knees. Her breath alone is a live wire to my libido, not to mention her tongue…
+ * + Jamie + * +
It's the familiar sound of Ruth's that wakes me before the press of her body to my back; an amorous, almost distressed huff of breath that is close to a moan. Like a mood ring to her libido, that sound is a dead ringer to her need. Never would have guessed calm and cool Doctor Truewell to be an insatiable tiger in bed, but she is exactly that. Guess there's some truth to the old adage of never trust the quiet ones.
Nuzzling into my scalp, Ruth breathes into my hair, her free arm snaking around my waist as she spoons to my back. So I reach back to stroke her head, paying close attention to that scarred patch and the patchwork quilt of the shell of her ear. We've discussed at length how the ears work, hers compared to mine. Despite my mixed feelings over Will, he certainly knew what the hell he was doing with the bionics he co-created. On the contrary, Ruth's ear is erratic and causes her annoyance. She confessed to me that first night as we cuddled back at home after the shooting that she uses my body's sounds to focus the thing.
There is great pleasure in knowing that I am something so visceral for her.
CONTINUED IN PART 2…