As We Go (5/?)
Characters/Pairings: Alicia Washington/Laura Reilly, Nathaniel Taylor, Lt. Guzman, Boylan, Tim Curran.
Word Count: 3, 161
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Summary: Reilly has an unwanted suitor. Wash get caught undressing 'someone' with her eyes. Wash and Reilly finally fix their problem, in the Eye, by sneaking away from the Harvest Festival.
A/N: That summary doesn't do it justice at all. Thank you forever, sky_kiss for editing this thing. :) Enjoy!
Laura Reilly judges her outfit in the full length mirror in her room. She’s being honest when she thinks it isn’t very imaginative. There are plenty of colourful clothes in Terra Nova, but she’s managed to rack up about the same colours as all the other female soldiers; blue, greens, a few wine reds, and lots of grey. She’s sporting a long light blue tank top and grey straight-leg jeans. Her shoes, she very much takes pride in; one of three classic pairs of Converse All Start running shoes; she’s chosen the navy blue ankle pair. She lets her hair do what it wants, which means all her cork screw curls are falling around her face nicely. She doesn’t own makeup. She sighs when she feels his presence behind her.
“Tim, go away.” She says, but he stays silent and moves up behind her. She sighs again; he keeps doing this. He pushes, tries to get under her skin, and into her bed again. She’s let him too many times before; now she’s uninterested. He places his hands on her hips as he stands with his chest to her back; despite the annoyance she enjoys idly imagining Alicia’s hands on her in his place.
“You look really nice.” He says, his pitiful tone reaching her ears. She changes the voice, makes it the sexy tones of the stoic Lieutenant speaking huskily in her ear. It’s all him when he presses a tentative kiss to her neck, just below her ear. The five-o’clock shadow scratching against her neck as he gets a little bolder. She sighs again, because she’s about to push him away from her, because this does nothing for her; doesn’t evoke anymore shocks of desire within her. She remembers the lust she had for him, but it doesn’t compare to the ache she has in her gut when thinks of how she and Lieutenant Washington have yet to fix their problem. She pushes him back.
“I said, go away, Tim.” She says turning to face him. He ignores her, attempts what had fully worked in the past but only served to spike irritation. He melds their mouth together and she very nearly growls (steels it down to a groan he misinterprets) bringing a hand up to his chest to shove him off but he holds steady. She opens her mouth for him and smirks internally when she feels that egotistic shift in his demeanour once he thinks he’s won her over. She brings her teeth down over his bottom lip hard. Her jerks away from her with a primitive yelp. She smirks when she sees that she’s drawn blood and stalks out of her room.
“Get out of my room, Curran.” She calls and hears him curse.
~
It’s the night of the Harvest Festival and Alicia Washington stands on the balcony of the Command Center watching the festivities. Nathaniel is beside her with a content smile on his face. The music playing was popular in the 1990s and early 2000s and neither can say that it’s bad. Alicia has taken great measures not to look for Laura Reilly in the crowd, but finds herself doing so anyway. The woman in question is dancing with Boylan and laughing. She remembers that it was he who recommended her in the first place; old family connections. She looks good. Alicia isn’t shamed by the less-than-holy thoughts running through her head as she watches the younger soldier sway to the music, doesn’t regret undressing her with her eyes. She does however regret getting consumed in the process. Again.
“Wash, I really don’t believe you when you say you aren’t seeing anyone.” Nathaniel comments, breaking Alicia’s mental undressing of the Corporal. She’d been about to unbutton those glorious jeans...
“You know I’d never lie to you, sir.” She says, meeting his gaze. He smiles at her and looks back at the crowd. The song changes and so does Laura’s dance partner. Tim Curran. Whom appears to be trying to convince her to dance with him.
“Promise me something, Wash?” She meets his gaze again and nods for him to go on.
“When you get with whomever you’re mentally undressing, will you let me know?” Her face is the perfect representation of surprise; eyes wide, mouth in an o shape. She levels an accusatory glare at him.
“I don’t know.” She settles on. She hates that he can read her so well. He moves to her other side and grabs her arm before heading down the stairs.
“What are you doing?” She asks, and lets out a laugh at his mischievous expression.
“Come and dance with me, Wash.” She rolls her eyes but follows him into the crowd of people anyway.
She goes through quite a handful of dance partners; Nathaniel had let her dance with Malcolm after four dances in which they talked about lighting for the next year’s festivals. With Malcolm even over the louder music, they’d spoken about the possibility of another science excursion, which she’d denied until further notice. She danced with four-year old Henry Wotton who was very gentlemanly throughout the entirety, and then with seven-year old Hannah Langdon, and even eighteen-month old Alisha Styles (named for her) who was laughing so much during the upbeat and playful song she ended up red in the face with a terrible case of hiccups. After that it was two men and a woman she didn’t really know, all of whom were either dared to ask her or almost shaking in their boots. She danced with Guzman, who teased her the entire time as to which of the three previous dance partners she’d had she was sleeping with-he’d earned a punch to the arm for that one-and then ran off to his wife, leaving her with another upbeat and silly song, to which she started dancing with one of Boylan’s waitresses, just for the fun of it.
After grabbing a well needed drink she made her way through the crowd of people in search of Laura. Her light blue top made that easier. Alicia spotted her a little off to the side with Tim Curran again. His expression is serious as he speaks with a hold on her wrist. Her jaw is set firmly, arm tense; she interrupts him. As she walks over she hears the broken tail end of their conversation.
“-blew it last time-left me alone in your-didn’t even apologize-so stop pushing!” Laura looks visibly relieved when she sees Alicia and offers her a smile.
“Lieutenant, how’s your evening going?” Laura asks, freeing her arm from Curran’s hold.
“Very well, I’ve had some great dance partners. If I’m not interrupting...Care to dance, Corporal?” Laura nods and flashes Curran a look.
“You’re not interrupting anything at all. And I’d love to dance.” She falls into step with Alicia and they walk into the crowd and pick a spot. The song is upbeat and they get into it a little; hips swaying, head bobbing to the beat, it’s something neither of them can do often and they revel in it. Laura couldn’t enjoy watching Alicia dance more than now. What she has on isn’t much different than what she wore to the bar after the Brachiosaurus event; the combat boots always remain as do her tags (Laura always keeps hers on as well). She makes eye contact with Alicia and grins at her, conveying everything that’s going through her mind to the older woman. Alicia smirks and circles her arms around Laura’s waist when the song changes, Laura does the same. The song is still upbeat but definitely the type where couples are dancing together. Alicia ducks her head and speaks into Laura’s ear over the music.
“You look really good.” Laura hums her appreciation, noting that her compliment is pretty much the same as Tim’s. She finds her imagination doesn’t do Alicia’s voice any justice at all. She loves it.
“I can say the same for you.” She replies smiling at the subtle dilation of Alicia’s pupils. The song ends and Cameryn Clark taps Alicia on the shoulder. Alicia sends Laura a look full of promise and smiles at the other soldier.
“Mind if I borrow Corporal Reilly for a dance, Lieutenant?” Alicia laughs, and steps back, the look in her eyes telling Laura that she’d much rather be keeping her hands on her.
“Not at all Corporal. Enjoy yourself, Reilly.” She takes her leave and walks over to the refreshments table. She picks up a drink and watches Laura dancing with some friends; the woman is purposefully moving her hips just a tab more than she ought to be, it’s enticingly wonderful for the imagination...
It doesn’t take long for someone to take the lovely Cameryn Clark from Laura’s company and that’s when she makes her way over to the refreshments table as well. She knows full well she’s been letting herself get into the music, letting her hips rock to the beat. After she’s grabbed a drink she sidles up next to the Lieutenant and smirks. Her underlying desire is hidden well.
“Quite the choice of songs being played don’t you think?” She raises a brow at Laura who nods while taking a sip from her cup.
“I remember Boylan showing me a few of them when I was fourteen or fifteen.” Neutral answer. It earns her an eye roll.
“Did you like the songs, Lieutenant?” She asks; did you like my dancing, Alicia?
“They were great.” I’d like to tear your clothes off now. The music is suddenly very slow and Alicia downs the remainder of her drink in one go.
“Dance with me, Corporal.” Laura downs the remaining liquid in her cup and follows Alicia. They settle into a similar stance to the one earlier and sway to the slow dance. All the dancers have paired up, elderly and children alike, friends, girls, boys, men, women, just enjoying the striking contrast in speed. Alicia leans close to Laura’s ear again.
“After this song I’m going to the Eye. Wait another song then come and join me.” Laura takes a deep breath.
“Yes, ma’am.” She laughs when Alicia dips her dramatically. Alicia wraps her arms around Laura’s neck, while Laura’s remain on her hips, a decent amount of space between them.
“You think about what happened at the Storage Building?” It’s less of a question more of a tease.
“Makes me think of what I’d like to do to you.” They step in time to the music smiling with the other pairs. Alicia suppresses a shiver.
“What would that be?” Her tone is significantly more husky than a moment earlier. It takes everything in Laura’s power not to let her eyes flutter.
“Take you against the wall. Feel you writing against me. Moaning my name.” She’s making herself dizzy with the thought and laughs at Alicia’s heavy expulsion of breath, the Lieutenant will never tire of the woman’s honey coated tone.
“Just like in the Storage Building. You’d be all riled up.” It’s right then that the song ends and Commander Taylor graciously requests the Lieutenant for a dance. Neither deny him that and he leads her a little ways away. Mark, always a gentleman asks for a dance and she can’t help but oblige him with a smile. Neither of them however is paying much attention to their dance partners. Their eyes are locked on the other’s each time they can glance behind their partner’s shoulder. Looks that contain nothing but pure promise that the night will hold very satisfying events. When the song ends Alicia slips away from Nathaniel and easily makes in through the door into the Eye undetected. Laura decides to get another drink, and Tanya, one of Boylan’s waitresses walks over to her.
“Hi Laura, how’s your night going?” Her outfit is bold; strapless green dress that falls down to just a little shy of appropriate over her knees with black. She smiles at the blonde and sips her drink before responding.
“Good, I’m really enjoying this year’s festival. How’s your night going?” Tanya grins deviously and steps a little closer to Laura before speaking quietly to her.
“I bet you are enjoying yourself. Danced with the Lieutenant...” Laura raises her brow incredulously at her.
“Oh, I noticed. You really got into your slow dance. I don’t blame you either.” Laura is about to respond when she sees Curran walking toward her. She must have grimaced because Tanya steps in front of her and smiles brightly at him.
“Tim Curran, you clean up well. Dance with me.” Laura smiles at her ‘not taking no for an answer’ attitude and as pulls him toward the dance floor.
“Have a nice night, Laura.” She calls over her shoulder. Laura finishes her drink and slips into the shadows of the Command Center before quickly ducking through the door to the Eye. She rolls her bottom lips between her teeth as she comes to the heavy door.
The room is dim, the only light is the blue glow from the Eye. Alicia appears at the door with a sly smile on her face and grabs Laura’s face melding their mouths together. Laura hums with delight wrapping her arms around her neck and steps further into the room. Alicia turns slightly and pulls the heavy door shut behind them without breaking the kiss. Alicia’s hands find their way to the younger woman’s hips and tug them closer against hers; Laura’s fingers tangle in the other woman’s hair and she opens her mouth to her. They’re a battle of tongues, teeth and lips before Laura has a rather flushed Lieutenant against the warm glass framing the Eye. Laura’s lips trail over Alicia’s jaw and down her neck; when they find a particularly sensitive spot it has Alicia biting back a moan and fisting her hands in the Corporal’s tight cork-screw curls. Laura chuckle’s and grinds her hips against Alicia’s, eliciting a moan from the stoic woman. Her hands trail up Alicia’s tank top and cup her breasts through her bra. The hold in her hair tightens and Alicia growls grinding out something along the lines of-
“-your mouth, now.” Before pulling Laura back into a heated kiss. One of Laura’s hands snakes down Alicia’s side, squeezing as she goes, making her writhe over her. She has her hand half way into Alicia’s pants when her breathy voice is in her ear.
“Fuck me, like you would have in the storage building, Corporal.” Laura grins and kisses her head back against the glass before slipping her hand over Alicia’s heat. The woman is question hums opening her mouth in a silent moan as the Corporal’s fingers slide through her wet folds. She gasps when Laura slips two fingers into her and presses down on her clit with her thumb and circles it relentlessly. Her gasp draws into a loud moan and Alicia’s head tilts back against the glass and her hips thrust inadvertently to meet Laura’s ministrations. Laura’s mouth finds purchase over Alicia’s pulse and suck earning her and choked moan and a shudder. The woman in action hums contentedly as she makes her ever-stoic Lieutenant more vocal by the moment. Without Laura pinning her to the fall she’s certain she’ll fall. Laura curls her fingers inside Alicia and brings their mouths together to swallow her scream of pleasure when she’s thrown over the edge. Alicia grins as she catches her breath and kisses the smirk right off of Laura’s lips.
“Damn-” She breaths hand deftly finding its way into the Corporal’s pants. “-you’re so wet.” She husks, and Laura groans bringing the hand previously giving the Lieutenant pleasure palm up against the glass to brace herself while leaning into Alicia more.
“Did I make you this wet, Corporal?” She asks lips barely touching Laura’s. She teases her fingers over Laura’s clit, making the woman’s already flushed cheeks flood with colour.
“Yes, ma’am.” She replies, honey tone assaulting the Lieutenant’s senses. The woman in question hums locking their lips and pinching the younger woman’s bundle of nerves. Laura’s hips thrust into Alicia’s hand as she gasps, her left hand tangling into the Lieutenant’s hair keeping their mouths locked as she begins her pleasuring assault on the feisty Corporal. Alicia finds the younger woman’s moans and whimpers enthralling and it drives her, she slips two fingers into Laura and revels in the drawn out moan she gets before Laura drops her forehead to Alicia’s shoulder.
“God...Don’t stop.” Laura moans hips grinding into Alicia’s hand. Alicia uses Laura’s move and curls her fingers inside her, thumb pressing down hard on her clit. Laura’s body goes taut and she lets out a wholly satisfying scream as she comes. She slips her hand out of Laura’s pants and slips down the wall taking Laura with until their more or less sitting propped up against the glass. Laura has Alicia’s lap straddled.
“Please tell me we’re doing that again.” Alicia mirrors Laura’s grin and nods, kissing the younger woman’s lips soundly.
“Yes, and on a bed.” She says into the kiss.
“You’re good. I’m still debating whether or not I can walk.” Laura says when Alicia’s lips trail down to her neck and suck at her pulse.
“I can say the same for you.” Alicia replies grinning when Laura groans from her ministrations. She pulls back and the two disentangle themselves from the other. They both manage to stand and fix their apparel with little problems. Alicia levels a devious look at Laura.
“Go back into the party and watch the fireworks. I’ll steal you away after wards and we can make out near the storage containers.” Alicia quirks a brow at Laura who grins.
“I like the sound of that.” Laura leans in and captures the Lieutenant’s mouth again.
“So do I.” Alicia admits when they finally part. Laura walks to the heavy door, and looks back at Alicia. She smirks, having caught her enjoying the none-too-subtle sway of her hips as she moved.
“Come up in five minutes, wouldn’t want you to miss the show.” Laura says as she slips out sending Alicia a wink before she disappears. Alicia smiles and stretches, enjoying the after-sex hum in her limbs. She runs a hand through her hair and chuckles to herself. Playing out what exactly could happen after the fireworks show.
After five minutes she exits the Eye and makes it just in time to see the brilliant red and blue explosions in the starry sky. She glances around the crowd until her eyes land on Laura. She’s standing with Mark and Corporal Swan watching the light show. Alicia makes her way to Nathaniel’s side and smiles at him before returning her attention to the sky. The here and now is where she’s content, and for the moment she is only thinking about the immediate future; more than looking forward to what it might hold.
Word Count: 3, 161
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Summary: Reilly has an unwanted suitor. Wash get caught undressing 'someone' with her eyes. Wash and Reilly finally fix their problem, in the Eye, by sneaking away from the Harvest Festival.
A/N: That summary doesn't do it justice at all. Thank you forever, sky_kiss for editing this thing. :) Enjoy!
Laura Reilly judges her outfit in the full length mirror in her room. She’s being honest when she thinks it isn’t very imaginative. There are plenty of colourful clothes in Terra Nova, but she’s managed to rack up about the same colours as all the other female soldiers; blue, greens, a few wine reds, and lots of grey. She’s sporting a long light blue tank top and grey straight-leg jeans. Her shoes, she very much takes pride in; one of three classic pairs of Converse All Start running shoes; she’s chosen the navy blue ankle pair. She lets her hair do what it wants, which means all her cork screw curls are falling around her face nicely. She doesn’t own makeup. She sighs when she feels his presence behind her.
“Tim, go away.” She says, but he stays silent and moves up behind her. She sighs again; he keeps doing this. He pushes, tries to get under her skin, and into her bed again. She’s let him too many times before; now she’s uninterested. He places his hands on her hips as he stands with his chest to her back; despite the annoyance she enjoys idly imagining Alicia’s hands on her in his place.
“You look really nice.” He says, his pitiful tone reaching her ears. She changes the voice, makes it the sexy tones of the stoic Lieutenant speaking huskily in her ear. It’s all him when he presses a tentative kiss to her neck, just below her ear. The five-o’clock shadow scratching against her neck as he gets a little bolder. She sighs again, because she’s about to push him away from her, because this does nothing for her; doesn’t evoke anymore shocks of desire within her. She remembers the lust she had for him, but it doesn’t compare to the ache she has in her gut when thinks of how she and Lieutenant Washington have yet to fix their problem. She pushes him back.
“I said, go away, Tim.” She says turning to face him. He ignores her, attempts what had fully worked in the past but only served to spike irritation. He melds their mouth together and she very nearly growls (steels it down to a groan he misinterprets) bringing a hand up to his chest to shove him off but he holds steady. She opens her mouth for him and smirks internally when she feels that egotistic shift in his demeanour once he thinks he’s won her over. She brings her teeth down over his bottom lip hard. Her jerks away from her with a primitive yelp. She smirks when she sees that she’s drawn blood and stalks out of her room.
“Get out of my room, Curran.” She calls and hears him curse.
~
It’s the night of the Harvest Festival and Alicia Washington stands on the balcony of the Command Center watching the festivities. Nathaniel is beside her with a content smile on his face. The music playing was popular in the 1990s and early 2000s and neither can say that it’s bad. Alicia has taken great measures not to look for Laura Reilly in the crowd, but finds herself doing so anyway. The woman in question is dancing with Boylan and laughing. She remembers that it was he who recommended her in the first place; old family connections. She looks good. Alicia isn’t shamed by the less-than-holy thoughts running through her head as she watches the younger soldier sway to the music, doesn’t regret undressing her with her eyes. She does however regret getting consumed in the process. Again.
“Wash, I really don’t believe you when you say you aren’t seeing anyone.” Nathaniel comments, breaking Alicia’s mental undressing of the Corporal. She’d been about to unbutton those glorious jeans...
“You know I’d never lie to you, sir.” She says, meeting his gaze. He smiles at her and looks back at the crowd. The song changes and so does Laura’s dance partner. Tim Curran. Whom appears to be trying to convince her to dance with him.
“Promise me something, Wash?” She meets his gaze again and nods for him to go on.
“When you get with whomever you’re mentally undressing, will you let me know?” Her face is the perfect representation of surprise; eyes wide, mouth in an o shape. She levels an accusatory glare at him.
“I don’t know.” She settles on. She hates that he can read her so well. He moves to her other side and grabs her arm before heading down the stairs.
“What are you doing?” She asks, and lets out a laugh at his mischievous expression.
“Come and dance with me, Wash.” She rolls her eyes but follows him into the crowd of people anyway.
She goes through quite a handful of dance partners; Nathaniel had let her dance with Malcolm after four dances in which they talked about lighting for the next year’s festivals. With Malcolm even over the louder music, they’d spoken about the possibility of another science excursion, which she’d denied until further notice. She danced with four-year old Henry Wotton who was very gentlemanly throughout the entirety, and then with seven-year old Hannah Langdon, and even eighteen-month old Alisha Styles (named for her) who was laughing so much during the upbeat and playful song she ended up red in the face with a terrible case of hiccups. After that it was two men and a woman she didn’t really know, all of whom were either dared to ask her or almost shaking in their boots. She danced with Guzman, who teased her the entire time as to which of the three previous dance partners she’d had she was sleeping with-he’d earned a punch to the arm for that one-and then ran off to his wife, leaving her with another upbeat and silly song, to which she started dancing with one of Boylan’s waitresses, just for the fun of it.
After grabbing a well needed drink she made her way through the crowd of people in search of Laura. Her light blue top made that easier. Alicia spotted her a little off to the side with Tim Curran again. His expression is serious as he speaks with a hold on her wrist. Her jaw is set firmly, arm tense; she interrupts him. As she walks over she hears the broken tail end of their conversation.
“-blew it last time-left me alone in your-didn’t even apologize-so stop pushing!” Laura looks visibly relieved when she sees Alicia and offers her a smile.
“Lieutenant, how’s your evening going?” Laura asks, freeing her arm from Curran’s hold.
“Very well, I’ve had some great dance partners. If I’m not interrupting...Care to dance, Corporal?” Laura nods and flashes Curran a look.
“You’re not interrupting anything at all. And I’d love to dance.” She falls into step with Alicia and they walk into the crowd and pick a spot. The song is upbeat and they get into it a little; hips swaying, head bobbing to the beat, it’s something neither of them can do often and they revel in it. Laura couldn’t enjoy watching Alicia dance more than now. What she has on isn’t much different than what she wore to the bar after the Brachiosaurus event; the combat boots always remain as do her tags (Laura always keeps hers on as well). She makes eye contact with Alicia and grins at her, conveying everything that’s going through her mind to the older woman. Alicia smirks and circles her arms around Laura’s waist when the song changes, Laura does the same. The song is still upbeat but definitely the type where couples are dancing together. Alicia ducks her head and speaks into Laura’s ear over the music.
“You look really good.” Laura hums her appreciation, noting that her compliment is pretty much the same as Tim’s. She finds her imagination doesn’t do Alicia’s voice any justice at all. She loves it.
“I can say the same for you.” She replies smiling at the subtle dilation of Alicia’s pupils. The song ends and Cameryn Clark taps Alicia on the shoulder. Alicia sends Laura a look full of promise and smiles at the other soldier.
“Mind if I borrow Corporal Reilly for a dance, Lieutenant?” Alicia laughs, and steps back, the look in her eyes telling Laura that she’d much rather be keeping her hands on her.
“Not at all Corporal. Enjoy yourself, Reilly.” She takes her leave and walks over to the refreshments table. She picks up a drink and watches Laura dancing with some friends; the woman is purposefully moving her hips just a tab more than she ought to be, it’s enticingly wonderful for the imagination...
It doesn’t take long for someone to take the lovely Cameryn Clark from Laura’s company and that’s when she makes her way over to the refreshments table as well. She knows full well she’s been letting herself get into the music, letting her hips rock to the beat. After she’s grabbed a drink she sidles up next to the Lieutenant and smirks. Her underlying desire is hidden well.
“Quite the choice of songs being played don’t you think?” She raises a brow at Laura who nods while taking a sip from her cup.
“I remember Boylan showing me a few of them when I was fourteen or fifteen.” Neutral answer. It earns her an eye roll.
“Did you like the songs, Lieutenant?” She asks; did you like my dancing, Alicia?
“They were great.” I’d like to tear your clothes off now. The music is suddenly very slow and Alicia downs the remainder of her drink in one go.
“Dance with me, Corporal.” Laura downs the remaining liquid in her cup and follows Alicia. They settle into a similar stance to the one earlier and sway to the slow dance. All the dancers have paired up, elderly and children alike, friends, girls, boys, men, women, just enjoying the striking contrast in speed. Alicia leans close to Laura’s ear again.
“After this song I’m going to the Eye. Wait another song then come and join me.” Laura takes a deep breath.
“Yes, ma’am.” She laughs when Alicia dips her dramatically. Alicia wraps her arms around Laura’s neck, while Laura’s remain on her hips, a decent amount of space between them.
“You think about what happened at the Storage Building?” It’s less of a question more of a tease.
“Makes me think of what I’d like to do to you.” They step in time to the music smiling with the other pairs. Alicia suppresses a shiver.
“What would that be?” Her tone is significantly more husky than a moment earlier. It takes everything in Laura’s power not to let her eyes flutter.
“Take you against the wall. Feel you writing against me. Moaning my name.” She’s making herself dizzy with the thought and laughs at Alicia’s heavy expulsion of breath, the Lieutenant will never tire of the woman’s honey coated tone.
“Just like in the Storage Building. You’d be all riled up.” It’s right then that the song ends and Commander Taylor graciously requests the Lieutenant for a dance. Neither deny him that and he leads her a little ways away. Mark, always a gentleman asks for a dance and she can’t help but oblige him with a smile. Neither of them however is paying much attention to their dance partners. Their eyes are locked on the other’s each time they can glance behind their partner’s shoulder. Looks that contain nothing but pure promise that the night will hold very satisfying events. When the song ends Alicia slips away from Nathaniel and easily makes in through the door into the Eye undetected. Laura decides to get another drink, and Tanya, one of Boylan’s waitresses walks over to her.
“Hi Laura, how’s your night going?” Her outfit is bold; strapless green dress that falls down to just a little shy of appropriate over her knees with black. She smiles at the blonde and sips her drink before responding.
“Good, I’m really enjoying this year’s festival. How’s your night going?” Tanya grins deviously and steps a little closer to Laura before speaking quietly to her.
“I bet you are enjoying yourself. Danced with the Lieutenant...” Laura raises her brow incredulously at her.
“Oh, I noticed. You really got into your slow dance. I don’t blame you either.” Laura is about to respond when she sees Curran walking toward her. She must have grimaced because Tanya steps in front of her and smiles brightly at him.
“Tim Curran, you clean up well. Dance with me.” Laura smiles at her ‘not taking no for an answer’ attitude and as pulls him toward the dance floor.
“Have a nice night, Laura.” She calls over her shoulder. Laura finishes her drink and slips into the shadows of the Command Center before quickly ducking through the door to the Eye. She rolls her bottom lips between her teeth as she comes to the heavy door.
The room is dim, the only light is the blue glow from the Eye. Alicia appears at the door with a sly smile on her face and grabs Laura’s face melding their mouths together. Laura hums with delight wrapping her arms around her neck and steps further into the room. Alicia turns slightly and pulls the heavy door shut behind them without breaking the kiss. Alicia’s hands find their way to the younger woman’s hips and tug them closer against hers; Laura’s fingers tangle in the other woman’s hair and she opens her mouth to her. They’re a battle of tongues, teeth and lips before Laura has a rather flushed Lieutenant against the warm glass framing the Eye. Laura’s lips trail over Alicia’s jaw and down her neck; when they find a particularly sensitive spot it has Alicia biting back a moan and fisting her hands in the Corporal’s tight cork-screw curls. Laura chuckle’s and grinds her hips against Alicia’s, eliciting a moan from the stoic woman. Her hands trail up Alicia’s tank top and cup her breasts through her bra. The hold in her hair tightens and Alicia growls grinding out something along the lines of-
“-your mouth, now.” Before pulling Laura back into a heated kiss. One of Laura’s hands snakes down Alicia’s side, squeezing as she goes, making her writhe over her. She has her hand half way into Alicia’s pants when her breathy voice is in her ear.
“Fuck me, like you would have in the storage building, Corporal.” Laura grins and kisses her head back against the glass before slipping her hand over Alicia’s heat. The woman is question hums opening her mouth in a silent moan as the Corporal’s fingers slide through her wet folds. She gasps when Laura slips two fingers into her and presses down on her clit with her thumb and circles it relentlessly. Her gasp draws into a loud moan and Alicia’s head tilts back against the glass and her hips thrust inadvertently to meet Laura’s ministrations. Laura’s mouth finds purchase over Alicia’s pulse and suck earning her and choked moan and a shudder. The woman in action hums contentedly as she makes her ever-stoic Lieutenant more vocal by the moment. Without Laura pinning her to the fall she’s certain she’ll fall. Laura curls her fingers inside Alicia and brings their mouths together to swallow her scream of pleasure when she’s thrown over the edge. Alicia grins as she catches her breath and kisses the smirk right off of Laura’s lips.
“Damn-” She breaths hand deftly finding its way into the Corporal’s pants. “-you’re so wet.” She husks, and Laura groans bringing the hand previously giving the Lieutenant pleasure palm up against the glass to brace herself while leaning into Alicia more.
“Did I make you this wet, Corporal?” She asks lips barely touching Laura’s. She teases her fingers over Laura’s clit, making the woman’s already flushed cheeks flood with colour.
“Yes, ma’am.” She replies, honey tone assaulting the Lieutenant’s senses. The woman in question hums locking their lips and pinching the younger woman’s bundle of nerves. Laura’s hips thrust into Alicia’s hand as she gasps, her left hand tangling into the Lieutenant’s hair keeping their mouths locked as she begins her pleasuring assault on the feisty Corporal. Alicia finds the younger woman’s moans and whimpers enthralling and it drives her, she slips two fingers into Laura and revels in the drawn out moan she gets before Laura drops her forehead to Alicia’s shoulder.
“God...Don’t stop.” Laura moans hips grinding into Alicia’s hand. Alicia uses Laura’s move and curls her fingers inside her, thumb pressing down hard on her clit. Laura’s body goes taut and she lets out a wholly satisfying scream as she comes. She slips her hand out of Laura’s pants and slips down the wall taking Laura with until their more or less sitting propped up against the glass. Laura has Alicia’s lap straddled.
“Please tell me we’re doing that again.” Alicia mirrors Laura’s grin and nods, kissing the younger woman’s lips soundly.
“Yes, and on a bed.” She says into the kiss.
“You’re good. I’m still debating whether or not I can walk.” Laura says when Alicia’s lips trail down to her neck and suck at her pulse.
“I can say the same for you.” Alicia replies grinning when Laura groans from her ministrations. She pulls back and the two disentangle themselves from the other. They both manage to stand and fix their apparel with little problems. Alicia levels a devious look at Laura.
“Go back into the party and watch the fireworks. I’ll steal you away after wards and we can make out near the storage containers.” Alicia quirks a brow at Laura who grins.
“I like the sound of that.” Laura leans in and captures the Lieutenant’s mouth again.
“So do I.” Alicia admits when they finally part. Laura walks to the heavy door, and looks back at Alicia. She smirks, having caught her enjoying the none-too-subtle sway of her hips as she moved.
“Come up in five minutes, wouldn’t want you to miss the show.” Laura says as she slips out sending Alicia a wink before she disappears. Alicia smiles and stretches, enjoying the after-sex hum in her limbs. She runs a hand through her hair and chuckles to herself. Playing out what exactly could happen after the fireworks show.
After five minutes she exits the Eye and makes it just in time to see the brilliant red and blue explosions in the starry sky. She glances around the crowd until her eyes land on Laura. She’s standing with Mark and Corporal Swan watching the light show. Alicia makes her way to Nathaniel’s side and smiles at him before returning her attention to the sky. The here and now is where she’s content, and for the moment she is only thinking about the immediate future; more than looking forward to what it might hold.