As We Go (4/?)
Characters/Pairing: Alicia Washington/Laura Reilly, mentions Malcolm & Taylor, Curran for a fleeting moment.
Word Count: 1,764
Rating: NC-17 but not really
Warnings: Sexual Situations, Language.
Summary: An OTG mission goes wring after a younger scientist takes things into his own hands. Alicia uses Laura to vent some of her frustrations, but the two are interrupted....
A/N: Comments are kind of crucial people, just thought I'd mention it. Also, thanks for giving Reilly a tag. BTW I love you all. Font size is misbehaving, as LJ is being glitchy.
Laura Reilly is very much capable of hiding her mirth. She finds this to be a talent that she possesses. It comes in handy when things are amusing that shouldn’t be; situations in which she would be reprimanded if she were to break her stoicism. She doesn’t consider this moment to be one of those situations, nor does she feel like chancing her ‘consideration’ by showing just how much watching Lieutenant Washington rant and rave is amusing her. The reason behind Alicia’s anger is funny. The ranting and raving on the other hand is much the opposite; to the extent that Laura had ushered the Lieutenant away from the young scientist to avoid Alicia’s wrath on him (he’d pissed her off that badly).
This is how they ended up in the garage of the empty storage building a click and a half away from outpost 9. The building is secure from any wildlife, and large enough to house their small excursion team for the remaining three (probably more after the stunt that scientist had pulled) days. Afternoon light shines in from large windows above the garage doors illuminating the large echoing room with stripes of orange sunlight. Alicia’s heavy footfalls echo through the room loudly, but the speech she’s giving-to mostly herself-is louder and the rest of the team outside the far back door can probably hear it.
“Three rovers! You’re a scientist, USE YOUR HEAD! Moving it! Can’t just ASK one of the DESIGNATED DRIVERS to do it? No! And NOW all THREE of our rovers are in the midst of being defiled by HORNY DINOSAURS!”
The situation is funny. Her anger isn’t. Alicia had dropped her gun in the corner and started pacing, venting. All much healthier than landing the blows Laura knows the Lieutenant wanted to rain down on the scientist. Laura drops her gun a little ways away from Alicia’s and stands in the stripes of light, well away from the pacing. She decides to let her mirth show through and her lip quirks in her signature half-smirk. There are five horny dinosaurs defiling the rovers. The scientist had decided to move each one a little to the left to have more room for his gear, and didn’t realize he left the breaks off. All three rovers rolled down the hill into a field full of bright pink and orange flowers. The pollen, as it turns out, is some kind of aphrodisiac that attracts dinosaurs.
“What is so funny, Corporal?” She loses the smirk and focuses her gaze on Alicia.
“Permission to speak as Laura, Lieutenant.” Alicia’s jaw tightens for a moment but then she nods. Laura’s entire posture changes and she leans her weight on her left foot, crosses her arms in front of her chest and the mirth returns.
“There are five dinosaurs trying to fuck our rovers. What Stiles did was dumb, but the outcome is pretty damn funny.” She doesn’t get the chance to say more before Alicia pulls her into a heated kiss.
“Fuck.” She growls intrigued by the word, initiating right off the bat, deep open mouthed kisses that Laura responds to immediately. Alicia’s hands find Laura’s tight curls and bury her fingers in the tresses, keeping the younger woman close. Laura groans bringing her hands up to Alicia’s face.
“Shouldn’t do this here.” Laura says and Alicia makes a disapproving noise. She breaks the kiss with a near snarl and shoves Laura against the wall.
“Shut up, just shut up.” You know you want this just as badly. She says her voice rising an octave before pulling the younger soldier into a smouldering kiss and unzipping her armoured jacket. It falls off her shoulders and to the floor with a thunk. Laura hums and switches their positions pinning Alicia to the wall and unzipping her armoured jacket in turn. It falls the floor with a sound not dissimilar to the first. Alicia pulls Laura closer to her by her waistband, unbuttoning it quickly. Laura takes Alicia’s hands and pins them beside her, earning her a groan of protest. Laura lets one of Alicia’s hands relocate to her hair when she unbuttons the Lieutenant’s cargos and slips her hand in. Alicia’s moan is more than enough to spur her on and she slides her palm through Alicia’s folds. Her chest rises and falls in shudders when the Corporal’s thumb finds her bundle of nerves and presses down on it.
“God...Laura.” Alicia grinds out, her hips jerking to meet Laura’s hand.
Their lip lock muffles their yelps of surprise when the garage door at the far end of the room starts to open. In a heartbeat Laura has Alicia pinned to the wall opposite the one they’d been against a moment earlier safely hidden behind a large air duct tube. Alicia tries to steady her breathing, Laura steals another kiss, long enough to have Alicia cupping her face, and have both of their fatigues fixed. Laura puts her back against the wall and the two soldiers watch hands idling over their side-arms. Two young people; a man and a girl step into the garage. Sixers. Young; late teens for the girl, early twenties for the boy. The girl has a tight French Braid down her back and the boy’s sandy blond hair is shaggy and messy. The boy leans down and kisses the girl and Laura quirks her lips when she hears Alicia’s near inaudible growl.
“Peter, are you sure no one will notice that we’re gone?” The girl asks as they step closer (still in an embrace) to where Alicia and Laura are hidden. The boy-Peter-smiles at the girl.
“Yes I’m positive; I’ve come here a lot, to think.” He says kissing the girl sweetly. Alicia scowls at the display, thoroughly displeased at being interrupted. Laura smirks, triumphant that she’d made the Lieutenant hot and bothered.
“I remember him.” Laura mouths to Alicia and she nods, finding a vague memory of a blond gangly teenager who liked to make bread with his mother. The soldiers unholster their side-arms and exchange a look as the couple gets closer. The couple remains in the stripes of light and Alicia’s nod has both women emerging, guns raised and charging to stun. The girl lets out a yelp and without thinking, blocks the boy so neither woman has a clear shot.
“Katherine get behind me.” He says pushing her behind him half way. They raise their hands, they are unarmed.
“You need to leave.” Alicia says, tone fully returned to Lieutenant Mode.
“We didn’t mean anything.” Peter says, putting on a bravado in front of the girl.
“I heard that you two are sneaking out of Mira’s camp. I won’t take you in if you leave right now.” Alicia motions with her gun to the open garage door, and cocks an eyebrow at them.
“Go-oh.” She says in a sing song voice, motioning with her hand. Laura resists the urge to snicker. The kids exchange glances and bolt faster than the ancient turkey dinos Malcolm had discovered his third month in Terra Nova.
“Close the door behind you.” Alicia adds resisting the urge to laugh herself until the garage door is closed all the way. She and Laura glance at each other and burst into laughter. They holster their weapons and Alicia-in good humour-plants a kiss on the Corporal’s mouth. Both women hum, and Alicia pulls away and walks over to where they’d dropped their weapons and jackets.
“Next time. No interruptions.” The words may not hold much detail but they sure as hell hold promise. Laura nods and accepts her jacket and rifle from Alicia. They walk back to the group (Alicia’s anger is forgotten and she even makes a joke about the defiled rovers as they stalk over to the other soldiers) and tells them they’ll need to implement a 24 hour surveillance. Lieutenant Washington explains her and Corporal Reilly’s little encounter with the Sixer Lovers (minus the part where they were almost fucking.) and that the surveillance was only precautionary. Two soldiers are immediately sent to Outpost 9 on a Motor Bike to notify Commander Taylor of the situation.
It’s later that evening, during dinner around a campfire that Alicia realizes to exactly what level of “hot and bothered” Laura’s put her at. A few of the soldiers are picking at their food and enjoying their few minutes of rest before the night time surveillance team has to start patrolling. Alicia nibbles at her fish absently, entirely too caught up in undressing Corporal Reilly with her eyes. It takes her a minute to realize what Laura’s doing. The younger soldier is inattentively sucking her fingers clean of the sauce coating the fish while she listens to whatever it is that Curran is saying. Alicia suppresses the urge to shiver when she sees that it’s the same hand that had been in her pants earlier. The same heat that had been in her gut for most of the afternoon spikes up. She ends up choking on her fish, but is saved from having to explain as the soldiers in their group erupt with laughter. She thanks whatever deity above them that the group’s laughter had coincided with her choking. She gets up and chucks her plate in the wash bin and stretches. She groans near inaudibly and admits silently to herself that these next five days are going to be utter hell. She can’t simply sneak off and take care of herself, not while she’s in charge. She sighs and turns to start her patrol when Corporal Reilly blocks her way as she tosses her plate in the wash bin. She smiles politely.
“I don’t think we’ll be able to fix our problem as soon as we’d hoped, Lieutenant.” She says, Alicia doesn’t miss the flash in the younger woman’s eyes that indicates exactly which problem she’s talking about. It isn’t the horny dinosaur problem.
“It looks like that’s the case. Doesn’t look like a problem I can fix solo either.” Laura’s pupils dilate as Alicia speaks.
“You’re certainly not making it any easier.” She mutters, voice lower than before, but the mischievous look in her eyes doesn’t fade. She nods to the Lieutenant and starts to make her way into the building to sleep (there are two patrol shifts tonight).
“But that’s definitely something I want to see.” She says as she parts. Alicia masks her groan with a quick throat clearing and turns to watch Laura go inside.
Definitely going to be a hell of a five days.