Incentive (/AU!!!)
Title: Incentive
Characters: Jenny, Sarah, Helen, Becker
Pairings: Jenny/Sarah, Becker/Helen, implied: Lester/Lyle, Caroline/Ditzy, Sam/Stephen/Ryan, Stephen/everyone
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2.150
Summary: A sudden revelation leads to endless gossiping and heated sex. *grins* AU!!! not part of my No Love, No Glory story arc. Written for
bella_farfalla . :)
Incentive
“Thank you Miranda, I knew you’d understand. Bye.”
Jenny sighed as she hung up and closed her eyes, leaning back in her chair. It’s been a too long day once again, involving too much running around and too many close calls. And having to call all the acquaintances she had at various newspapers, trying to get them to ignore the all too obvious was really not helping her mood at all. What she longed for was a hot bath, a glass of red wine, and some quality time alone with her overactive imagination. She could almost feel the heated water against her skin, taste the wine on her tongue as she was kissing it away from the navel of a very pretty and very imagined Sarah.
“Shit,” Jenny cursed and tried to will away the heated image but too late, her heart was already pounding hard in her chest, and her blood was racing, urging her to do what according to Sam she should have done ages ago: push Sarah up against a wall and show her just how very welcome she was on the team. And in moments like this Jenny really had no fucking idea what the hell was still keeping her back from doing just that.
“Hey.”
An all too familiar voice startled Jenny out of her thoughts but she didn’t look up just mumbled a tired Hey Sarah in return.
“You know,” Sarah smiled, “keeping your eyes shut, hoping you’ll just magically find yourself at home, doesn’t actually work. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
“Ugh, thank you for killing my last hope,” Jenny moaned but looked up with a small smile.
“You’re welcome,” Sarah smiled back at her. “Listen, why don’t we just run off and have a drink somewhere. I’m dying to get out of here.”
“God yes. And Lester can go to hell with his paranoia over journalists.”
“That’s the spirit,” Sarah laughed. “I just have to give this report to Helen first. I swear that woman is a slave driver.”
“That too?” Jenny rolled her eyes. “I know, I know,” she added then as Sarah was about to answer. “She’s a valuable asset to the team with priceless information on the anomalies. I know, I was forced to break the news to all of you, remember? Doesn’t change the fact she had tried to kill Cutter.”
“Tried. Get over it, Jen, grudges don’t look good on you. They make your eyes wrinkly.”
And before Jenny could react to her words and throw a stapler at her, Sarah quickly left the room to give Helen the file. It was exactly 10 minutes later that she returned to Jenny’s office, eyes wide, lips dry and hanging open, the file still in her tight grip.
“What happened?” She heard Jenny’s suspicious voice through the white fog surrounding her brain. She could have told down to the minute what took her so long: 1 minute to Helen’s office, 7 minutes of shocked staring, 2 minutes back. Instead she just shook her head and shrugged.
“What has she done this time?”
“Nothing.” Sarah’s answer was too quick and too thick with something strange for Jenny to ignore so despite Sarah’s protests she walked across the ARC with quick steps, prepared for every possible sight (including Helen feeding human limbs to baby Future Predators, because for Jenny that seemed like a very Helen thing to do) but what she saw (and heard) as she peaked into Helen’s office was far more shocking than that.
Helen was sitting on her desk that was strangely void of her vast collection of notes, reports and cryptic calculations, which all seemed to be residing on the floor now. Her naked back arched in pleasure and Jenny could have sworn she heard a low, dangerously seductive wildcat-like purr. Helen’s long, equally naked legs firmly held onto a firm, well toned body that was trembling in pleasure with every almost violent thrust. The man’s grip seemed almost painful on Helen’s hip as he drove into her eager body over and over again, but it only made her demand more, her hands roaming the strong body, urging him to make her lose herself in pleasure. She cursed loudly, fingers tangling in the man’s dark hair while he was biting, licking, sucking her neck, as if to mark her as his, but Helen’s grip tightened and she forcefully pulled his head back, claiming his wanting lips in a fierce, lustful kiss.
For a moment Jenny was sure she must be hallucinating as she recognized the man… What the… But she couldn’t even finish the thought, heat was pooling at the base of her spine and she had to clasp a shaking hand over her mouth to stifle an envious moan as she saw Helen dug her nails into her lover’s firm arse, finding her violent release with a hoarse cry that was quickly followed by his drawn out moan.
Jenny didn’t wait for them to come down from their post-orgasmic high but turned away from the door with a deep breath to calm her own burning body and, as dignified as she could, hurried over to Lester’s office… She needed a drink, dammit.
She wasn’t even surprised to see that Sarah was already in the empty office, and had raided the dark-wood cabinet containing various objects Lester had confiscated from them over the years: Sullivan’s camera to stop him taking embarrassing pictures of everyone (Jenny still had a copy of the one with Lester and Lyle in a very compromising position hidden under her pillow), Sam’s cigarettes after many complaints about the smell (there was really no use, though, she never ran out of them), and Jenny could see the bottle of lube Lester had taken from Stephen to stop him from fucking his way through the personnel (as if that could stop him), but the bottle seemed to have miraculously lost some of its content since Jenny had last seen it.
“How do you have a key to that?”
Sarah just shrugged, eyes still wide, but a small smile curling her lips, the file intended for Helen was still in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other. Another glass was already on the table, waiting for Jenny next to the half-empty bottle.
“Thought you might need that.”
“God, yes,” Jenny moaned and took a large sip before frowning in distaste.
“Cutter’s,” Sarah said in defence. “Lester confiscated it just last week…”
“Whatever.” Jenny shrugged and downed the rest, while Sarah was just sipping at hers as if the steady up and down movement of her hand could anchor her to reality.
“Did they…?” Sarah asked suddenly.
“Yeah…”
“You saw?”
“God, yes…” Jenny shivered in pleasure. “Did you…”
“No”
“Me neither.”
“No one did…”
“Damn, Becker?” Jenny shook her head in disbelief.
“Well, fuck me…” Sarah shrugged, swallowing the last mouthful of her drink.
“But… anyone could…”
“Nah, almost everyone’s gone…”
“Still.”
“How-“
“No idea… could be months…”
“Or days… the way they’re at it.”
“Yeah…” Sarah shivered, the image crawling back into her mind again. “He’s so…”
“Fucked…”
“Yeah…”
They were silent for a while, trying hard not to think of long, naked limbs, needy moans and insatiable lust, until a question suddenly formed in Sarah’s mind and it wouldn’t let her be.
“You think they-“
“Yes,” Jenny cut her off.
“Really?” Sarah asked with a mixture of curiosity and quickly growing lust.
“Everybody’s done it in here…”
“I haven’t.”
“You’re new…” Jenny shrugged.
“Have you?” Sarah whispered.
“No.”
“Why not?” The silent challenge in Sarah’s voice was barely hidden and Jenny shivered in desire.
“Cameras, for once,” Jenny laughed. “I’m convinced Lester keeps the tapes.”
“I wonder what we’d find raiding his video collection,” Sarah mused, pouring herself another drink as she pushed away some presumably very important files and sat down on Lester’s desk.
“Well, let’s see…” Jenny said with a concentrated pout as she made herself comfortable in Lester’s chair, kicking off her shoes, and putting her feet up on the desk casually.
“Lester with Jon?” Sarah grinned.
“No, sadly, he would probably have erased those… wouldn’t risk anyone seeing them. Pity… we might find some footage of Ditzy and Caroline, though,” Jenny shrugged. “God knows what he finds in that lethal little bitch.”
“Hello, have you looked at her?” Sarah laughed. “She’s gorgeous.”
“And she sold us out to the press! Twice!”
“Still… I wouldn’t mind seeing those tapes.”
“I’d rather stick to the ones with Stephen, Sam, and Ryan, from the good old days,” Jenny stretched with a silent groan, trying to loosen up the stiffness in her back and Sarah found herself unable to look away as the blouse strained on Jenny’s breasts.
“I vote for Helen/Sam,” Sarah grinned.
“Ha, no way!” Jenny cried out. “Sam would sooner shoot her. But, I’m pretty sure we could find some footage of the soldiers’ ravenous gangbangs.”
“Ewww,” Sarah screwed up her face in disgust. “Too much cock for me, thank you very much.”
They both burst out laughing as Jenny poked Sarah’s thigh with her big toe teasingly.
“Of course, alternatively, I could suggest Stephen with…” Jenny furrowed her eyebrows for a moment. “Well… everyone, basically.”
“Was he really so…”
“Sluttish? Hell, yeah,” Jenny laughed. “He apparently preferred the word ‘experienced’, though. He got everyone he wanted…” Except the one he needed, she added silently in her mind.
“You too?”
Jenny looked up at Sarah with a sly smile, slipping into their casual mock-flirty teasing with ease.
“Jealous, Miss Page?”
“Terribly,” Sarah laughed lightly and Jenny chuckled too, but the laughter soon died away and they slipped into the kind of half-awkward silence that comes after easy joy. “Maybe I am,” Sarah whispered, breaking the silence.
Their eyes met and for a long moment neither said or did anything. But then, flinging caution to the wind, Sarah lightly brushed against Jenny’s naked leg, watching the reaction carefully. Jenny shivered, eyes fluttering close for the fraction of a second, and Sarah didn’t hesitate to run her index finger up to Jenny’s knee, slipping it experimentally under the other woman’s skirt. Jenny gasped softly at the eerie similarity of the action to her own late night fantasies, and as Sarah moved closer, Jenny instinctively pulled her legs off the table and let Sarah kneel between them.
After a short, delicious moment of anticipation, their lips met. Tentatively at first, as if they were afraid to spoil the magic of the moment with hasty movements, exploring slowly, tasting the unknown. But soon desire overpowered them and nothing mattered except the way their bodies felt pressed together, hands roaming freely over annoying layers of clothing, trying to slip past the insufferable material. Jenny moaned into the heated kiss as Sarah’s hands pushed along her thighs eagerly and she cried out for more as Sarah pulled down her underwear unbearably slowly.
Jenny’s fingers were trembling with need as she fumbled with Sarah’s jeans, cursing impatiently, making Sarah chuckle in amusement. But the chuckle turned into a breathless gasp as Jenny finally managed to push past the clothes and slipped her fingers along Sarah’s clit.
“Oh god,” Jenny was trembling in desire as Sarah’s long finger gently invaded her feverish body. Moans and curses were flowing freely from Sarah’s lips as they were moving in a frantic rhythm, desperately yearning for release. They had been circling around each other for way too long to make this last, but they couldn’t care less. Jenny cried out first, arching her back, pressing her breasts closer to Sarah, who reclaimed Jenny’s lips fiercely as her own release hit her with violent force.
“Took you long enough,” a voice startled them out of their post-orgasmic haze. “I was beginning to give up hope.”
Helen was standing in the door, a small, amused smile playing in the corner of her lips and Jenny and Sarah were too shocked to have been caught to do anything but stare at her.
“Oh, don’t let me disturb you, I just came for this,” she picked up the file Sarah had wanted to give her and left the office with a smug look on her face.
Jenny and Sarah didn’t even have time to get over the shock as suddenly Becker appeared in the door, his right eyebrow slightly raised, struggling to suppress a smile.
“I’ll ask Connor to erase the tapes,” he said matter of factly and left, just to look inside again a second later, this time not even bothering to hide a chuckle. “But I’ll get you a copy first.”
He quickly disappeared again as Sarah suddenly picked up one of Jenny’s shoes and threw it across the room.
“Unbelievable,” Jenny exclaimed, eyes wide with shock, but as she looked at Sarah and their eyes met, still heavy with desire, they both burst out laughing. What a bunch of lunatics they all were…
Characters: Jenny, Sarah, Helen, Becker
Pairings: Jenny/Sarah, Becker/Helen, implied: Lester/Lyle, Caroline/Ditzy, Sam/Stephen/Ryan, Stephen/everyone
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2.150
Summary: A sudden revelation leads to endless gossiping and heated sex. *grins* AU!!! not part of my No Love, No Glory story arc. Written for
bella_farfalla . :)
Incentive
“Thank you Miranda, I knew you’d understand. Bye.”
Jenny sighed as she hung up and closed her eyes, leaning back in her chair. It’s been a too long day once again, involving too much running around and too many close calls. And having to call all the acquaintances she had at various newspapers, trying to get them to ignore the all too obvious was really not helping her mood at all. What she longed for was a hot bath, a glass of red wine, and some quality time alone with her overactive imagination. She could almost feel the heated water against her skin, taste the wine on her tongue as she was kissing it away from the navel of a very pretty and very imagined Sarah.
“Shit,” Jenny cursed and tried to will away the heated image but too late, her heart was already pounding hard in her chest, and her blood was racing, urging her to do what according to Sam she should have done ages ago: push Sarah up against a wall and show her just how very welcome she was on the team. And in moments like this Jenny really had no fucking idea what the hell was still keeping her back from doing just that.
“Hey.”
An all too familiar voice startled Jenny out of her thoughts but she didn’t look up just mumbled a tired Hey Sarah in return.
“You know,” Sarah smiled, “keeping your eyes shut, hoping you’ll just magically find yourself at home, doesn’t actually work. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
“Ugh, thank you for killing my last hope,” Jenny moaned but looked up with a small smile.
“You’re welcome,” Sarah smiled back at her. “Listen, why don’t we just run off and have a drink somewhere. I’m dying to get out of here.”
“God yes. And Lester can go to hell with his paranoia over journalists.”
“That’s the spirit,” Sarah laughed. “I just have to give this report to Helen first. I swear that woman is a slave driver.”
“That too?” Jenny rolled her eyes. “I know, I know,” she added then as Sarah was about to answer. “She’s a valuable asset to the team with priceless information on the anomalies. I know, I was forced to break the news to all of you, remember? Doesn’t change the fact she had tried to kill Cutter.”
“Tried. Get over it, Jen, grudges don’t look good on you. They make your eyes wrinkly.”
And before Jenny could react to her words and throw a stapler at her, Sarah quickly left the room to give Helen the file. It was exactly 10 minutes later that she returned to Jenny’s office, eyes wide, lips dry and hanging open, the file still in her tight grip.
“What happened?” She heard Jenny’s suspicious voice through the white fog surrounding her brain. She could have told down to the minute what took her so long: 1 minute to Helen’s office, 7 minutes of shocked staring, 2 minutes back. Instead she just shook her head and shrugged.
“What has she done this time?”
“Nothing.” Sarah’s answer was too quick and too thick with something strange for Jenny to ignore so despite Sarah’s protests she walked across the ARC with quick steps, prepared for every possible sight (including Helen feeding human limbs to baby Future Predators, because for Jenny that seemed like a very Helen thing to do) but what she saw (and heard) as she peaked into Helen’s office was far more shocking than that.
Helen was sitting on her desk that was strangely void of her vast collection of notes, reports and cryptic calculations, which all seemed to be residing on the floor now. Her naked back arched in pleasure and Jenny could have sworn she heard a low, dangerously seductive wildcat-like purr. Helen’s long, equally naked legs firmly held onto a firm, well toned body that was trembling in pleasure with every almost violent thrust. The man’s grip seemed almost painful on Helen’s hip as he drove into her eager body over and over again, but it only made her demand more, her hands roaming the strong body, urging him to make her lose herself in pleasure. She cursed loudly, fingers tangling in the man’s dark hair while he was biting, licking, sucking her neck, as if to mark her as his, but Helen’s grip tightened and she forcefully pulled his head back, claiming his wanting lips in a fierce, lustful kiss.
For a moment Jenny was sure she must be hallucinating as she recognized the man… What the… But she couldn’t even finish the thought, heat was pooling at the base of her spine and she had to clasp a shaking hand over her mouth to stifle an envious moan as she saw Helen dug her nails into her lover’s firm arse, finding her violent release with a hoarse cry that was quickly followed by his drawn out moan.
Jenny didn’t wait for them to come down from their post-orgasmic high but turned away from the door with a deep breath to calm her own burning body and, as dignified as she could, hurried over to Lester’s office… She needed a drink, dammit.
She wasn’t even surprised to see that Sarah was already in the empty office, and had raided the dark-wood cabinet containing various objects Lester had confiscated from them over the years: Sullivan’s camera to stop him taking embarrassing pictures of everyone (Jenny still had a copy of the one with Lester and Lyle in a very compromising position hidden under her pillow), Sam’s cigarettes after many complaints about the smell (there was really no use, though, she never ran out of them), and Jenny could see the bottle of lube Lester had taken from Stephen to stop him from fucking his way through the personnel (as if that could stop him), but the bottle seemed to have miraculously lost some of its content since Jenny had last seen it.
“How do you have a key to that?”
Sarah just shrugged, eyes still wide, but a small smile curling her lips, the file intended for Helen was still in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other. Another glass was already on the table, waiting for Jenny next to the half-empty bottle.
“Thought you might need that.”
“God, yes,” Jenny moaned and took a large sip before frowning in distaste.
“Cutter’s,” Sarah said in defence. “Lester confiscated it just last week…”
“Whatever.” Jenny shrugged and downed the rest, while Sarah was just sipping at hers as if the steady up and down movement of her hand could anchor her to reality.
“Did they…?” Sarah asked suddenly.
“Yeah…”
“You saw?”
“God, yes…” Jenny shivered in pleasure. “Did you…”
“No”
“Me neither.”
“No one did…”
“Damn, Becker?” Jenny shook her head in disbelief.
“Well, fuck me…” Sarah shrugged, swallowing the last mouthful of her drink.
“But… anyone could…”
“Nah, almost everyone’s gone…”
“Still.”
“How-“
“No idea… could be months…”
“Or days… the way they’re at it.”
“Yeah…” Sarah shivered, the image crawling back into her mind again. “He’s so…”
“Fucked…”
“Yeah…”
They were silent for a while, trying hard not to think of long, naked limbs, needy moans and insatiable lust, until a question suddenly formed in Sarah’s mind and it wouldn’t let her be.
“You think they-“
“Yes,” Jenny cut her off.
“Really?” Sarah asked with a mixture of curiosity and quickly growing lust.
“Everybody’s done it in here…”
“I haven’t.”
“You’re new…” Jenny shrugged.
“Have you?” Sarah whispered.
“No.”
“Why not?” The silent challenge in Sarah’s voice was barely hidden and Jenny shivered in desire.
“Cameras, for once,” Jenny laughed. “I’m convinced Lester keeps the tapes.”
“I wonder what we’d find raiding his video collection,” Sarah mused, pouring herself another drink as she pushed away some presumably very important files and sat down on Lester’s desk.
“Well, let’s see…” Jenny said with a concentrated pout as she made herself comfortable in Lester’s chair, kicking off her shoes, and putting her feet up on the desk casually.
“Lester with Jon?” Sarah grinned.
“No, sadly, he would probably have erased those… wouldn’t risk anyone seeing them. Pity… we might find some footage of Ditzy and Caroline, though,” Jenny shrugged. “God knows what he finds in that lethal little bitch.”
“Hello, have you looked at her?” Sarah laughed. “She’s gorgeous.”
“And she sold us out to the press! Twice!”
“Still… I wouldn’t mind seeing those tapes.”
“I’d rather stick to the ones with Stephen, Sam, and Ryan, from the good old days,” Jenny stretched with a silent groan, trying to loosen up the stiffness in her back and Sarah found herself unable to look away as the blouse strained on Jenny’s breasts.
“I vote for Helen/Sam,” Sarah grinned.
“Ha, no way!” Jenny cried out. “Sam would sooner shoot her. But, I’m pretty sure we could find some footage of the soldiers’ ravenous gangbangs.”
“Ewww,” Sarah screwed up her face in disgust. “Too much cock for me, thank you very much.”
They both burst out laughing as Jenny poked Sarah’s thigh with her big toe teasingly.
“Of course, alternatively, I could suggest Stephen with…” Jenny furrowed her eyebrows for a moment. “Well… everyone, basically.”
“Was he really so…”
“Sluttish? Hell, yeah,” Jenny laughed. “He apparently preferred the word ‘experienced’, though. He got everyone he wanted…” Except the one he needed, she added silently in her mind.
“You too?”
Jenny looked up at Sarah with a sly smile, slipping into their casual mock-flirty teasing with ease.
“Jealous, Miss Page?”
“Terribly,” Sarah laughed lightly and Jenny chuckled too, but the laughter soon died away and they slipped into the kind of half-awkward silence that comes after easy joy. “Maybe I am,” Sarah whispered, breaking the silence.
Their eyes met and for a long moment neither said or did anything. But then, flinging caution to the wind, Sarah lightly brushed against Jenny’s naked leg, watching the reaction carefully. Jenny shivered, eyes fluttering close for the fraction of a second, and Sarah didn’t hesitate to run her index finger up to Jenny’s knee, slipping it experimentally under the other woman’s skirt. Jenny gasped softly at the eerie similarity of the action to her own late night fantasies, and as Sarah moved closer, Jenny instinctively pulled her legs off the table and let Sarah kneel between them.
After a short, delicious moment of anticipation, their lips met. Tentatively at first, as if they were afraid to spoil the magic of the moment with hasty movements, exploring slowly, tasting the unknown. But soon desire overpowered them and nothing mattered except the way their bodies felt pressed together, hands roaming freely over annoying layers of clothing, trying to slip past the insufferable material. Jenny moaned into the heated kiss as Sarah’s hands pushed along her thighs eagerly and she cried out for more as Sarah pulled down her underwear unbearably slowly.
Jenny’s fingers were trembling with need as she fumbled with Sarah’s jeans, cursing impatiently, making Sarah chuckle in amusement. But the chuckle turned into a breathless gasp as Jenny finally managed to push past the clothes and slipped her fingers along Sarah’s clit.
“Oh god,” Jenny was trembling in desire as Sarah’s long finger gently invaded her feverish body. Moans and curses were flowing freely from Sarah’s lips as they were moving in a frantic rhythm, desperately yearning for release. They had been circling around each other for way too long to make this last, but they couldn’t care less. Jenny cried out first, arching her back, pressing her breasts closer to Sarah, who reclaimed Jenny’s lips fiercely as her own release hit her with violent force.
“Took you long enough,” a voice startled them out of their post-orgasmic haze. “I was beginning to give up hope.”
Helen was standing in the door, a small, amused smile playing in the corner of her lips and Jenny and Sarah were too shocked to have been caught to do anything but stare at her.
“Oh, don’t let me disturb you, I just came for this,” she picked up the file Sarah had wanted to give her and left the office with a smug look on her face.
Jenny and Sarah didn’t even have time to get over the shock as suddenly Becker appeared in the door, his right eyebrow slightly raised, struggling to suppress a smile.
“I’ll ask Connor to erase the tapes,” he said matter of factly and left, just to look inside again a second later, this time not even bothering to hide a chuckle. “But I’ll get you a copy first.”
He quickly disappeared again as Sarah suddenly picked up one of Jenny’s shoes and threw it across the room.
“Unbelievable,” Jenny exclaimed, eyes wide with shock, but as she looked at Sarah and their eyes met, still heavy with desire, they both burst out laughing. What a bunch of lunatics they all were…