FIC: They shoot Admirals, Don't They? (Helena Cain/Kendra Shaw)
Title: They Shoot Admirals Don't They?
Author: coexist_love
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Helena Cain/Kendra Shaw
Summary: Gina shot the Admiral in the CIC, and Shaw is her aide.
Warnings: Female/Female sex
Spoilers: Razor (kinda...only a little)
Author’s Notes: I do not own Battlestar Galactica. If I did you would have seen more of Cain and she wouldn’t have a reputation as a baddie.
Time seemed to stop when Admiral Cain found out Gina was a Cylon. That was two weeks ago. Two weeks since Gina shot her. Two weeks since the Admiral was brought to the sickbay and Gina was brought to the brig.
I was on the bridge when the Admiral went down; there was a vacant expression in her eyes as the blood seeped through her uniform. This couldn’t be good. The wound was under her right shoulder. Close to her heart but not quite there. She was in pain. I could see that by the look on her face. One guard called the sickbay and as the other handcuffed Gina. The Admiral’s chest rose and fell as I applied pressure to her wound. The bleeding wouldn’t stop. Fear grabbed me as I realized that we may very well lose the Admiral. Her pupils were dilated and she stared at me like she didn’t understand what was going on. No. This can’t happen, not today.
“It’s okay Admiral,” I whispered. “The doctor is on his way. Just stay with us.”
She said nothing, but her eyelids were heavy and her breathing was shallow. I could see her eyes closing and I shook her gently. I knew she couldn’t lose consciousness. I took a deep breath when the medics came in. They pushed me away and I let them move towards her. They didn’t waste anytime moving her onto a gurney. The placed an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth and wheeled her out of the CIC while one of them applied pressure.
The next few hours were a fight to save her. I went to the sickbay and watched as the monitors beeped slowly. She was in shock, or so the doctors said, but her eyes were still open and I could have sworn I saw her lips moving when they took off her oxygen mask. I saw them prep her for surgery. Introduce an anesthesia and an intravenous tube. I heard them diagnose a collapsed lung and immediately they cut the shoulder of her uniform and inserted a chest tube. The doctor’s face turned to the monitors and his face fell.
A few hours later, they’d repaired the damage and closed her up. They left her hooked to the monitors the tubes. They said she was still in shock but that she should come out of it in a couple of days. A curtain was set up to give her some privacy and make sure she was well taken care of.
Within a day she a few of her monitors had been removed, but by day two the Admiral hadn’t woken up. The doctor said to give her time, that her body was still dealing with the shock as best as it could. Some color had returned to her cheeks and her heart monitor had a steady beep now. She was stable. So why wouldn’t she wake up?
I started talking to her. Telling her about the ship, the crew, the morale. Anything that could make her want to wake up. I tried to avoid Gina, thinking that she didn’t want to hear it. I made it a point to tell her that Fisk was an awful commander that would be the death of us all and that she had to come back, but it was along that train of thought that I realized I couldn’t avoid the subject of Gina.
“…You know Admiral,” I began. It didn’t seem right to use her name, not even while she was unconscious. “Fisk needs you. He can’t command this ship by himself. He’s not cut out for it. He’s really at a loss of what to do with Gina…or should I say it? We need you to come back. Please.”
For some reason I couldn’t tell her how I felt about her. How I was jealous of Gina for being with her. How I had felt a strange attraction to the Admiral from the moment she asked if I had enjoyed my cup of coffee. Even the way she slapped me across the face when the Cylons attacked intrigued me. How could I tell her that? She was my CO, I was just her aide. There was no way she would risk that kind of scandal on a Lieutenant.
She looked so beautiful lying there. Her hair framed her face and her skin looked so delicate and porcelain; her lips were a beautiful shade of mauve. She was so peaceful lying there. So delicate and fragile. Not like the woman that had been on the bridge a couple days ago.
I can’t help myself. Wearily I lean down and I bring my face close to hers. I look around for a moment to make sure that no one is looking before I gently brush my lips against hers. It was a gentle kiss. Light and airy and over before it began. I took in a deep breath, wondering how I would face the Admiral the next time I saw her. With a small smile I reached for her hand and I gently squeezed it.
“Come back to us Admiral,” I said as I let her hand go and left the sickbay to return to my post.
It was day three before she showed signs of waking and almost an hour before our sleeping beauty opened her eyes. I ran to LifeStation immediately after I got the news. It shouldn’t have surprised me that she was already arguing with the doctor regarding her discharge.
“No Admiral, you are not leaving!” the doctor yelled.
“I am the Admiral dammit! You can’t tell me what to do!”
“Yes I can missy! Now lay down I am getting you a sedative with the biggest most uncomfortable needle I can find.”
“Admiral! Please lay down!” I interjected.
“No, I can’t I have important things to do. I can’t stay in bed for something as petty as a collapsed lung.”
“You can while you have a tube in your chest to inflate it,” the doctor asked.
“Dammit, don’t they make these things in a portable version.” Her desperation was mounting by the minute.
“It wouldn’t fit in the CIC,” she glared at him. “Besides if we disconnected you, you would walk out of her and pass out before you even got to CIC and we can’t have the Admiral decorating the floor.”
“Can’t you just clear me for light duty then?”
“If by light duty you mean not keeping you sedated at all times during your week in sickbay...sure ...I suppose we could work something out,” he quipped.
“Then let me stay in my quarters. You need the beds.” It was true that he did. No argument there. The casualty report from the last attack had forced us to convert a cargo bay into a temporary sickbay and even then medical personnel were stretched thin.
“Mm...let me think about that...do you have trained medical professionals who can properly read and respond to all the monitors your hooked up to at all times in case, you know, you start to bleed out again....because I can't really spare any to keep checking on you every thirty seconds....of course I suppose we could just let you die...”
“No!” I shouted. Damn I said that too fast. Way too fast. Both the Doctor and Admiral Cain were looking at me as if I had just grown a second head and I quickly started to correct myself. “No, that’s unacceptable. The crew’s moral would plummet if we lost another officer so soon.”
“Dammit Lieutenant I was so close to getting out of here!” she screamed at me in frustration.
“Admiral I am sorry, but you don’t know anything about medicine. Neither do I. It makes more sense for you to stay here and be cared for by the doctors,” I reasoned.
“Oh well, when you put it like that, I guess I have to concede to your superior logic.” She braced herself with her arms and attempted to bring herself into a seated position. She immediately gritted her teeth and tried to complete the maneuver but pain overcame her and she sank back into the bed in an unconscious lump.
“Admiral! Admiral!” I called as the doctor pinned back a strand of loose hair and took her pulse.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she blinked a few times. “What…what happened?” she asked groggily.
“You tried to sit up and passed out,” the doctor explained, “care to tell me why I should release you after that?”
“I couldn’t have passed out.”
“Well you just did. I’m sorry Admiral,” the doctor said. “Get your calendar, the week in sickbay starts today.”
“Doctor…”
“No, Admiral! No arguing. You were shot in the shoulder and your lung collapsed. We don’t need to lose bother the CO and the XO in the same day. We need someone and command and god help us all if you ever die and Fisk takes command.”
“Okay,” she conceded. “I will stay, but can I please have a few reports to work on while I am here?”
“Fine,” the doctor turned to me. “Only a few and make sure she doesn’t overwork herself Lieutenant.”
“Aye sir!” I answered.
“As for you missy. I am going to give you a sedative so that you can get some rest and let that lung heal.” I watched her roll her eyes. “I saw that missy!” Once again the doctor turned to me. “Help me!”
“Hey! No ganging up on the invalid!” I defended as I flashed the doctor my best she’s-your-problem-now look before I turned back to the Admiral. “Let him sedate you. I am going to get you some of those reports for when you wake up, and maybe some food just in case you get hungry.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “Lieutenant, will you stay until I fall asleep?”
I could have melted in that moment. Everything about the scene was almost perfect. The way her voice sounded. The way her hair spread across the sheets. If only we weren’t in Life Station. Still my answer would have been the same, “Of course I will.”
The doctor entered with a syringe and I smiled at her while watching him inject the sleeping medicine into her IV. It worked fast. Within five minutes I could see that Admiral Cain was out of it. I squeezed her hand gently and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. I am not sure if she registered either action but as she slipped into unconsciousness she looked at me with a devious half smile. Almost as if she knew something.
I waited for a few minutes before I let go of her hand. The doctor told me that the sedative he gave her would work for about four hours and that I could come back and see her then. He told me that in the meantime I should go to my rack and get some sleep of my own since I would be no use to the Admiral if I was run down as exhausted. I didn’t want to leave her but I didn’t want to sound like a hypocrite, but I smiled at her sleeping form and left her hand against her side.
I came back with the reports, setting them next to her bed, and then went to my rack to get some sleep. Later I returned to the sickbay with a bowl of soup and found the Admiral awake and reading one of the reports. Over the next week I was her one link to the CIC. I spent most of my days going back and forth between the CIC and the sickbay, making sure the Admiral was alright and bringing her reports to keep her occupied.
She didn’t speak to me too much, at least not on a personal note. When she did she seemed to look at me like she was reading me. Like she knew that I had done something. When she looked at me like that my mind would race and I would think about the kiss I stole from her that day she was unconscious and I wondered if what they said about coma patients was true. That someone in a come would be aware of their surroundings.
Fisk handed me some reports too give to the Admiral and I proceeded on another run to the Admiral’s quarters. I knocked on the door. “Come in,” came the Admiral’s voice.
I took a step inside to see that the Admiral had been working on some reports already. She was sitting on the couch with her jacket off and a stack of files in front of her. Funny, she still wore her uniform even when she wasn’t on active duty.
“More reports for you Admiral…” I said handing her the latest pile of papers. “How’s your shoulder feeling?”
“It’s sore…” she said. “…but I’ll live.”
“When did you take your last pill?”
“A couple hours ago, I’ll take another one soon,” she answered. “Lieutenant, I never thanked you for saving my life.”
Shit! I thought. She couldn’t have fallen for me. She couldn’t have fallen for me just from a simple little kiss. This cannot be happening.
“I beg your pardon sir?” I asked.
“In the CIC, after she…it…shot me. You applied pressure to my wound? Didn’t you?”
I let out a huge sigh of relief. “Yes, that was me.”
“You did a good job. If it weren’t for you I would be dead.”
“No,” I say. “You have doctors and nurses and medics to credit for your life. Not me.” She smiled at me. A silence hung in the air for a moment before she spoke again.
“One more thing Lieutenant.” She started again. “Just answer one question.” I knew what was coming but I didn’t make any effort to run. “Why did you kiss me in the sickbay?”
“I’m sorry sir.”
“I felt you. On my lips. The second day I was in a coma.”
“I didn’t think that you could…or that you were…” I sounded like a babbling idiot.
“I was aware of everything Lieutenant.”
I didn’t say anything. “Sir, I’m sorry...”
“Don’t apologize.” She smiled at me.
“Pardon me?”
“I said don’t apologize…” She stood up and took a couple steps closer to me. “It was a nice kiss. Brief, but nice. Come here Lieutenant.”
I took a few steps closer to her, my eyes anchored towards the floor. The Admiral’s hand came to my chin and raised it so that I was looking into her eyes. I didn’t realize how much taller she was until just now. It wasn’t a big difference, but she was about six inches taller than me. She glanced at me for a minute with her lips moving closer to mine, until they finally made contact. I was paralyzed. I didn’t know how to react.
Suddenly my feelings for the Admiral kicked in and I responded to her kiss. If only for a moment. Then my ethical side came into play and I pulled away. No, this was wrong. A CO shouldn’t be fraternizing with her junior officer. “Admiral,” I gasped.
She placed a finger on my lips to silence me before making a small shushing sound. “Please, call me Helena.”
“Helena.” I said as she took her finger away from my mouth. Her name felt foreign. Odd. She grinned at me. Her smile infectious. I smiled back at her. Her smile grew larger and I wrapped my arms around her. “Helena.”
I moved in closer, giving her another kiss. She reciprocated, welcoming me into her mouth. I had to stand on my tip toes just to kiss her. Her breath tasted like scotch and for a moment I wondered if she had been listening to the doctor’s instructions. I didn’t pay much attention at the moment; the Admiral seemed to be awakening parts of me that I never thought existed.
Our lips parted for a moment and I frowned, wanting to feel her lips on mine again. “Do you want to spend the night?” she asked me.
“Are you sure,” I asked.
“It’s up to you. I won’t hold it against you if you don’t want to stay.”
“I want nothing more.”
She cupped my cheek in her hand and traced my lips with her thumb. She placed another soft kiss on my lips before taking my hand. “Come here,” she stated as she lead me to her rack. She started unbuttoning my uniform and I grew rigid. “Relax Lieutenant.”
“Kendra.” I stated. “Call me Kendra.”
She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Relax Kendra. I’m not going to slap you.” I almost laughed as I remembered that day. Her slap had shocked me but in retrospect it seemed pretty humorous compared to where things were going now.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” I stated as she slid my jacket off of my shoulders and tossed it onto a chair.
“Lay down,” she demanded. I took off my shoes and climbed into her rack. I watched the Admiral as he sat on the edge of her rack and removed her shoes and socks. She looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Take that elastic out of your hair…it looks better loose.” I leaned up and removed the elastic from my hair. She moved closer to me and ran a hand through my hair. “That’s better.”
Her hands moved over to the button and zipper on my pants. She undid the pants, gently kissing me on my lips. She took them off and discarded them with my uniform jacket. Hesitantly I sat up and put my hands on Helena’s hips and turned her over. Helena seemed somewhat surprised that I had taken such an aggressive move but she smiled seductively. I undid her pants tossed them onto the floor. She was lying there in just her tanks and her underwear. No rank. No insignia. Just her. I remember thinking that her legs were amazing. Well-toned and athletic. I guess that all those hours on a treadmill paid off.
I placed my hand over her clothed sex and felt how wet she was. “How long have you been thinking about this Admiral?” I asked as I ran my fingertips over the area.
She shivered, “Since you came on board.”
We took the rest of the night slowly. The Admiral’s shoulder was bothering her and I was almost positive that she hadn’t been taken her medication as prescribed, but I didn’t want to bust her for it. She wanted me, and I wasn’t about to get on her bad side.
Helena was surprisingly tender and gentle. I couldn’t wrap my mind around whether it was actually her or if the doctor had put her on some meds that had altered the biochemistry in her brain. This was definitely not the woman that had shot her XO in the head and it was definitely not the woman that had given that speech about revenge to the crew after the Cylon attacked. She was delicate, fragile, vulnerable.
I wondered if this was how she was with Gina. I had always pictured the Admiral as being dominant when it came to sex and relationships, and I was surprised to find that she was being so submissive to me. She was still as I removed her tank tops and underwear. Touching her smooth skin underneath with my fingertips. Everything was so…clean. There was barely a hair on her body, even around her sex. I couldn’t help but wonder exactly how many jobs that knife had done over the years.
I can’t be sure how long I spent playing in her folds and eating her out. I do remember the way she writhed against me. The way her breasts moved against mine and the sound of her moans. Her breathing seemed to change ever so slightly as my pace increased.
She was silent as she came. Yet, I could feel her muscles contracting and her hips bucking against my mouth. One of her hands was in my hair, urging me on. When she had finally settled I moved to her mouth and gave her a kiss.
It felt divine lying against her naked body. I could feel her chest rise and fall like I had that day. I could trace her collarbone and her breasts as I stared into her obsidian eyes. I kissed my way to her neck and felt her bury her face in my hair. How could someone so strong be so placid?
Suddenly I felt the Helena’s hands start to roam near my hips. “Spread your legs,” she whispered in my ear. I obeyed drawing my knees up so that I was straddling her hips. I felt her hand explore my pelvis, tracing each crevice slowly, before reaching my opening.
She placed a finger inside me and wiggled it around, checking for wetness. “Perfect,” she muttered.
A moment later she placed two fingers inside of me. “Oh gods,” I gasped as I looked into her eyes. It was overwhelming, those two fingers had filled me up and were reaching deep inside of me to places that had never been explored. Then her fingers began to move. I shivered as they moved in and out.
Helena’s other hand was around my neck, pulling my lips down to hers so that they met in a passionate kiss. I could feel my climax building as she continued to work me with her fingers. My breathing hitched as she curled upward. A bomb detonated in me as she circled the area and I felt it building. My breaths were getting shorter when she brought her thumb to my clit, flicking it and rubbing in circles. My release continued to build until I came with a series of load moans.
I shuttered as Helena took her fingers out from my wet passage. I saw her two fingers glisten with my juices as she brought one finger to her mouth and licked it clean. She smiled as she held out her hand and I took the untouched finger into my mouth and began to lick myself off of her. She smiled at me.
“You taste good,” Helena commented.
“So do you. You’re hands are amazing.”
“Just imagine how much fun we’ll have once I am completely healed,” Helena said.
My heart skipped a beat. So this wouldn’t be a one night stand. “I will.”
I spent almost every night in the Admiral’s quarters after that. I played the part of caretaker and nurse as well as lover. I didn’t mind, the Admiral was good company and starting to open up a bit more. She told me the story about the knife she carried, its significance, and about how she had joined the fleet. I had come to realize that to most people the Admiral would never be more than their commander. The person that gave them orders and punished them when they didn’t obey. To me she was more.
We couldn’t be affectionate outside of her quarters but it didn’t make me love her any less. My entire day was spent thinking about what it would feel like to be in her arms later in the day.
It was a week before our next encounter. By then the doctor had cleared Helena for light duty, and started to wean her off the painkillers. As she said it was even better than the first. Her movement was unrestricted and her tongue was talented. But every night ended the same way. With me in her arms.
All because of one stolen kiss.
END
Author: coexist_love
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Helena Cain/Kendra Shaw
Summary: Gina shot the Admiral in the CIC, and Shaw is her aide.
Warnings: Female/Female sex
Spoilers: Razor (kinda...only a little)
Author’s Notes: I do not own Battlestar Galactica. If I did you would have seen more of Cain and she wouldn’t have a reputation as a baddie.
Time seemed to stop when Admiral Cain found out Gina was a Cylon. That was two weeks ago. Two weeks since Gina shot her. Two weeks since the Admiral was brought to the sickbay and Gina was brought to the brig.
I was on the bridge when the Admiral went down; there was a vacant expression in her eyes as the blood seeped through her uniform. This couldn’t be good. The wound was under her right shoulder. Close to her heart but not quite there. She was in pain. I could see that by the look on her face. One guard called the sickbay and as the other handcuffed Gina. The Admiral’s chest rose and fell as I applied pressure to her wound. The bleeding wouldn’t stop. Fear grabbed me as I realized that we may very well lose the Admiral. Her pupils were dilated and she stared at me like she didn’t understand what was going on. No. This can’t happen, not today.
“It’s okay Admiral,” I whispered. “The doctor is on his way. Just stay with us.”
She said nothing, but her eyelids were heavy and her breathing was shallow. I could see her eyes closing and I shook her gently. I knew she couldn’t lose consciousness. I took a deep breath when the medics came in. They pushed me away and I let them move towards her. They didn’t waste anytime moving her onto a gurney. The placed an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth and wheeled her out of the CIC while one of them applied pressure.
The next few hours were a fight to save her. I went to the sickbay and watched as the monitors beeped slowly. She was in shock, or so the doctors said, but her eyes were still open and I could have sworn I saw her lips moving when they took off her oxygen mask. I saw them prep her for surgery. Introduce an anesthesia and an intravenous tube. I heard them diagnose a collapsed lung and immediately they cut the shoulder of her uniform and inserted a chest tube. The doctor’s face turned to the monitors and his face fell.
A few hours later, they’d repaired the damage and closed her up. They left her hooked to the monitors the tubes. They said she was still in shock but that she should come out of it in a couple of days. A curtain was set up to give her some privacy and make sure she was well taken care of.
Within a day she a few of her monitors had been removed, but by day two the Admiral hadn’t woken up. The doctor said to give her time, that her body was still dealing with the shock as best as it could. Some color had returned to her cheeks and her heart monitor had a steady beep now. She was stable. So why wouldn’t she wake up?
I started talking to her. Telling her about the ship, the crew, the morale. Anything that could make her want to wake up. I tried to avoid Gina, thinking that she didn’t want to hear it. I made it a point to tell her that Fisk was an awful commander that would be the death of us all and that she had to come back, but it was along that train of thought that I realized I couldn’t avoid the subject of Gina.
“…You know Admiral,” I began. It didn’t seem right to use her name, not even while she was unconscious. “Fisk needs you. He can’t command this ship by himself. He’s not cut out for it. He’s really at a loss of what to do with Gina…or should I say it? We need you to come back. Please.”
For some reason I couldn’t tell her how I felt about her. How I was jealous of Gina for being with her. How I had felt a strange attraction to the Admiral from the moment she asked if I had enjoyed my cup of coffee. Even the way she slapped me across the face when the Cylons attacked intrigued me. How could I tell her that? She was my CO, I was just her aide. There was no way she would risk that kind of scandal on a Lieutenant.
She looked so beautiful lying there. Her hair framed her face and her skin looked so delicate and porcelain; her lips were a beautiful shade of mauve. She was so peaceful lying there. So delicate and fragile. Not like the woman that had been on the bridge a couple days ago.
I can’t help myself. Wearily I lean down and I bring my face close to hers. I look around for a moment to make sure that no one is looking before I gently brush my lips against hers. It was a gentle kiss. Light and airy and over before it began. I took in a deep breath, wondering how I would face the Admiral the next time I saw her. With a small smile I reached for her hand and I gently squeezed it.
“Come back to us Admiral,” I said as I let her hand go and left the sickbay to return to my post.
It was day three before she showed signs of waking and almost an hour before our sleeping beauty opened her eyes. I ran to LifeStation immediately after I got the news. It shouldn’t have surprised me that she was already arguing with the doctor regarding her discharge.
“No Admiral, you are not leaving!” the doctor yelled.
“I am the Admiral dammit! You can’t tell me what to do!”
“Yes I can missy! Now lay down I am getting you a sedative with the biggest most uncomfortable needle I can find.”
“Admiral! Please lay down!” I interjected.
“No, I can’t I have important things to do. I can’t stay in bed for something as petty as a collapsed lung.”
“You can while you have a tube in your chest to inflate it,” the doctor asked.
“Dammit, don’t they make these things in a portable version.” Her desperation was mounting by the minute.
“It wouldn’t fit in the CIC,” she glared at him. “Besides if we disconnected you, you would walk out of her and pass out before you even got to CIC and we can’t have the Admiral decorating the floor.”
“Can’t you just clear me for light duty then?”
“If by light duty you mean not keeping you sedated at all times during your week in sickbay...sure ...I suppose we could work something out,” he quipped.
“Then let me stay in my quarters. You need the beds.” It was true that he did. No argument there. The casualty report from the last attack had forced us to convert a cargo bay into a temporary sickbay and even then medical personnel were stretched thin.
“Mm...let me think about that...do you have trained medical professionals who can properly read and respond to all the monitors your hooked up to at all times in case, you know, you start to bleed out again....because I can't really spare any to keep checking on you every thirty seconds....of course I suppose we could just let you die...”
“No!” I shouted. Damn I said that too fast. Way too fast. Both the Doctor and Admiral Cain were looking at me as if I had just grown a second head and I quickly started to correct myself. “No, that’s unacceptable. The crew’s moral would plummet if we lost another officer so soon.”
“Dammit Lieutenant I was so close to getting out of here!” she screamed at me in frustration.
“Admiral I am sorry, but you don’t know anything about medicine. Neither do I. It makes more sense for you to stay here and be cared for by the doctors,” I reasoned.
“Oh well, when you put it like that, I guess I have to concede to your superior logic.” She braced herself with her arms and attempted to bring herself into a seated position. She immediately gritted her teeth and tried to complete the maneuver but pain overcame her and she sank back into the bed in an unconscious lump.
“Admiral! Admiral!” I called as the doctor pinned back a strand of loose hair and took her pulse.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she blinked a few times. “What…what happened?” she asked groggily.
“You tried to sit up and passed out,” the doctor explained, “care to tell me why I should release you after that?”
“I couldn’t have passed out.”
“Well you just did. I’m sorry Admiral,” the doctor said. “Get your calendar, the week in sickbay starts today.”
“Doctor…”
“No, Admiral! No arguing. You were shot in the shoulder and your lung collapsed. We don’t need to lose bother the CO and the XO in the same day. We need someone and command and god help us all if you ever die and Fisk takes command.”
“Okay,” she conceded. “I will stay, but can I please have a few reports to work on while I am here?”
“Fine,” the doctor turned to me. “Only a few and make sure she doesn’t overwork herself Lieutenant.”
“Aye sir!” I answered.
“As for you missy. I am going to give you a sedative so that you can get some rest and let that lung heal.” I watched her roll her eyes. “I saw that missy!” Once again the doctor turned to me. “Help me!”
“Hey! No ganging up on the invalid!” I defended as I flashed the doctor my best she’s-your-problem-now look before I turned back to the Admiral. “Let him sedate you. I am going to get you some of those reports for when you wake up, and maybe some food just in case you get hungry.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “Lieutenant, will you stay until I fall asleep?”
I could have melted in that moment. Everything about the scene was almost perfect. The way her voice sounded. The way her hair spread across the sheets. If only we weren’t in Life Station. Still my answer would have been the same, “Of course I will.”
The doctor entered with a syringe and I smiled at her while watching him inject the sleeping medicine into her IV. It worked fast. Within five minutes I could see that Admiral Cain was out of it. I squeezed her hand gently and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. I am not sure if she registered either action but as she slipped into unconsciousness she looked at me with a devious half smile. Almost as if she knew something.
I waited for a few minutes before I let go of her hand. The doctor told me that the sedative he gave her would work for about four hours and that I could come back and see her then. He told me that in the meantime I should go to my rack and get some sleep of my own since I would be no use to the Admiral if I was run down as exhausted. I didn’t want to leave her but I didn’t want to sound like a hypocrite, but I smiled at her sleeping form and left her hand against her side.
I came back with the reports, setting them next to her bed, and then went to my rack to get some sleep. Later I returned to the sickbay with a bowl of soup and found the Admiral awake and reading one of the reports. Over the next week I was her one link to the CIC. I spent most of my days going back and forth between the CIC and the sickbay, making sure the Admiral was alright and bringing her reports to keep her occupied.
She didn’t speak to me too much, at least not on a personal note. When she did she seemed to look at me like she was reading me. Like she knew that I had done something. When she looked at me like that my mind would race and I would think about the kiss I stole from her that day she was unconscious and I wondered if what they said about coma patients was true. That someone in a come would be aware of their surroundings.
Fisk handed me some reports too give to the Admiral and I proceeded on another run to the Admiral’s quarters. I knocked on the door. “Come in,” came the Admiral’s voice.
I took a step inside to see that the Admiral had been working on some reports already. She was sitting on the couch with her jacket off and a stack of files in front of her. Funny, she still wore her uniform even when she wasn’t on active duty.
“More reports for you Admiral…” I said handing her the latest pile of papers. “How’s your shoulder feeling?”
“It’s sore…” she said. “…but I’ll live.”
“When did you take your last pill?”
“A couple hours ago, I’ll take another one soon,” she answered. “Lieutenant, I never thanked you for saving my life.”
Shit! I thought. She couldn’t have fallen for me. She couldn’t have fallen for me just from a simple little kiss. This cannot be happening.
“I beg your pardon sir?” I asked.
“In the CIC, after she…it…shot me. You applied pressure to my wound? Didn’t you?”
I let out a huge sigh of relief. “Yes, that was me.”
“You did a good job. If it weren’t for you I would be dead.”
“No,” I say. “You have doctors and nurses and medics to credit for your life. Not me.” She smiled at me. A silence hung in the air for a moment before she spoke again.
“One more thing Lieutenant.” She started again. “Just answer one question.” I knew what was coming but I didn’t make any effort to run. “Why did you kiss me in the sickbay?”
“I’m sorry sir.”
“I felt you. On my lips. The second day I was in a coma.”
“I didn’t think that you could…or that you were…” I sounded like a babbling idiot.
“I was aware of everything Lieutenant.”
I didn’t say anything. “Sir, I’m sorry...”
“Don’t apologize.” She smiled at me.
“Pardon me?”
“I said don’t apologize…” She stood up and took a couple steps closer to me. “It was a nice kiss. Brief, but nice. Come here Lieutenant.”
I took a few steps closer to her, my eyes anchored towards the floor. The Admiral’s hand came to my chin and raised it so that I was looking into her eyes. I didn’t realize how much taller she was until just now. It wasn’t a big difference, but she was about six inches taller than me. She glanced at me for a minute with her lips moving closer to mine, until they finally made contact. I was paralyzed. I didn’t know how to react.
Suddenly my feelings for the Admiral kicked in and I responded to her kiss. If only for a moment. Then my ethical side came into play and I pulled away. No, this was wrong. A CO shouldn’t be fraternizing with her junior officer. “Admiral,” I gasped.
She placed a finger on my lips to silence me before making a small shushing sound. “Please, call me Helena.”
“Helena.” I said as she took her finger away from my mouth. Her name felt foreign. Odd. She grinned at me. Her smile infectious. I smiled back at her. Her smile grew larger and I wrapped my arms around her. “Helena.”
I moved in closer, giving her another kiss. She reciprocated, welcoming me into her mouth. I had to stand on my tip toes just to kiss her. Her breath tasted like scotch and for a moment I wondered if she had been listening to the doctor’s instructions. I didn’t pay much attention at the moment; the Admiral seemed to be awakening parts of me that I never thought existed.
Our lips parted for a moment and I frowned, wanting to feel her lips on mine again. “Do you want to spend the night?” she asked me.
“Are you sure,” I asked.
“It’s up to you. I won’t hold it against you if you don’t want to stay.”
“I want nothing more.”
She cupped my cheek in her hand and traced my lips with her thumb. She placed another soft kiss on my lips before taking my hand. “Come here,” she stated as she lead me to her rack. She started unbuttoning my uniform and I grew rigid. “Relax Lieutenant.”
“Kendra.” I stated. “Call me Kendra.”
She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Relax Kendra. I’m not going to slap you.” I almost laughed as I remembered that day. Her slap had shocked me but in retrospect it seemed pretty humorous compared to where things were going now.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” I stated as she slid my jacket off of my shoulders and tossed it onto a chair.
“Lay down,” she demanded. I took off my shoes and climbed into her rack. I watched the Admiral as he sat on the edge of her rack and removed her shoes and socks. She looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Take that elastic out of your hair…it looks better loose.” I leaned up and removed the elastic from my hair. She moved closer to me and ran a hand through my hair. “That’s better.”
Her hands moved over to the button and zipper on my pants. She undid the pants, gently kissing me on my lips. She took them off and discarded them with my uniform jacket. Hesitantly I sat up and put my hands on Helena’s hips and turned her over. Helena seemed somewhat surprised that I had taken such an aggressive move but she smiled seductively. I undid her pants tossed them onto the floor. She was lying there in just her tanks and her underwear. No rank. No insignia. Just her. I remember thinking that her legs were amazing. Well-toned and athletic. I guess that all those hours on a treadmill paid off.
I placed my hand over her clothed sex and felt how wet she was. “How long have you been thinking about this Admiral?” I asked as I ran my fingertips over the area.
She shivered, “Since you came on board.”
We took the rest of the night slowly. The Admiral’s shoulder was bothering her and I was almost positive that she hadn’t been taken her medication as prescribed, but I didn’t want to bust her for it. She wanted me, and I wasn’t about to get on her bad side.
Helena was surprisingly tender and gentle. I couldn’t wrap my mind around whether it was actually her or if the doctor had put her on some meds that had altered the biochemistry in her brain. This was definitely not the woman that had shot her XO in the head and it was definitely not the woman that had given that speech about revenge to the crew after the Cylon attacked. She was delicate, fragile, vulnerable.
I wondered if this was how she was with Gina. I had always pictured the Admiral as being dominant when it came to sex and relationships, and I was surprised to find that she was being so submissive to me. She was still as I removed her tank tops and underwear. Touching her smooth skin underneath with my fingertips. Everything was so…clean. There was barely a hair on her body, even around her sex. I couldn’t help but wonder exactly how many jobs that knife had done over the years.
I can’t be sure how long I spent playing in her folds and eating her out. I do remember the way she writhed against me. The way her breasts moved against mine and the sound of her moans. Her breathing seemed to change ever so slightly as my pace increased.
She was silent as she came. Yet, I could feel her muscles contracting and her hips bucking against my mouth. One of her hands was in my hair, urging me on. When she had finally settled I moved to her mouth and gave her a kiss.
It felt divine lying against her naked body. I could feel her chest rise and fall like I had that day. I could trace her collarbone and her breasts as I stared into her obsidian eyes. I kissed my way to her neck and felt her bury her face in my hair. How could someone so strong be so placid?
Suddenly I felt the Helena’s hands start to roam near my hips. “Spread your legs,” she whispered in my ear. I obeyed drawing my knees up so that I was straddling her hips. I felt her hand explore my pelvis, tracing each crevice slowly, before reaching my opening.
She placed a finger inside me and wiggled it around, checking for wetness. “Perfect,” she muttered.
A moment later she placed two fingers inside of me. “Oh gods,” I gasped as I looked into her eyes. It was overwhelming, those two fingers had filled me up and were reaching deep inside of me to places that had never been explored. Then her fingers began to move. I shivered as they moved in and out.
Helena’s other hand was around my neck, pulling my lips down to hers so that they met in a passionate kiss. I could feel my climax building as she continued to work me with her fingers. My breathing hitched as she curled upward. A bomb detonated in me as she circled the area and I felt it building. My breaths were getting shorter when she brought her thumb to my clit, flicking it and rubbing in circles. My release continued to build until I came with a series of load moans.
I shuttered as Helena took her fingers out from my wet passage. I saw her two fingers glisten with my juices as she brought one finger to her mouth and licked it clean. She smiled as she held out her hand and I took the untouched finger into my mouth and began to lick myself off of her. She smiled at me.
“You taste good,” Helena commented.
“So do you. You’re hands are amazing.”
“Just imagine how much fun we’ll have once I am completely healed,” Helena said.
My heart skipped a beat. So this wouldn’t be a one night stand. “I will.”
I spent almost every night in the Admiral’s quarters after that. I played the part of caretaker and nurse as well as lover. I didn’t mind, the Admiral was good company and starting to open up a bit more. She told me the story about the knife she carried, its significance, and about how she had joined the fleet. I had come to realize that to most people the Admiral would never be more than their commander. The person that gave them orders and punished them when they didn’t obey. To me she was more.
We couldn’t be affectionate outside of her quarters but it didn’t make me love her any less. My entire day was spent thinking about what it would feel like to be in her arms later in the day.
It was a week before our next encounter. By then the doctor had cleared Helena for light duty, and started to wean her off the painkillers. As she said it was even better than the first. Her movement was unrestricted and her tongue was talented. But every night ended the same way. With me in her arms.
All because of one stolen kiss.
END