Fanfic: What Happens in Atlantis Stays in Atlantis (Cain/Weir)
Title: What Happens in Atlantis, Stays in Atlantis
Author: coexist_love
Rating: NC-17
Fandoms: Battlestar Galactica, Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Admiral Cain, Doctor Weir
Warnings: Smut
Summary: The Admiral didn’t know what to expect from Weir.
Author's Note: This fic was beta-read by the lovely spettro280 and therefore is dedicated to her.
When Pegasus got permission to send a Raptor with a few officers to the Atlantis base Admiral Cain was one of the first to volunteer. She didn’t hold out much hope for an alliance or a trade agreement. She heard that the base was manned by both civilian and military, but all her reservations changed the minute she met Dr. Elizabeth Weir. The brunette donned a red shirt and stood as if a thread held her spine adjacent to the ceiling. Still her expression was one of insecurity, almost like she wasn’t sure how to proceed. Maybe it would be easier than she had thought to get what she wanted from this woman.
“Admiral Cain,” Weir said holding out her hand. “Welcome to Atlantis.”
Weir was stoic throughout the conversation. Cain wasn’t sure how to read her. Her tone of voice said that she wasn’t afraid of them, but her body language was threatening. After talking for an hour Weir invited Cain to have dinner in her quarters to discuss some classified information. Cain accepted the invitation, hoping that whatever information she gained would be of use later, information about Atlantis’ defenses, about Earth, the state of Earth’s fleet.
When Cain entered Weir’s quarters, she felt an eerie tone in the air. She turned to Weir as the doors closed behind the two women. She opened her mouth to comment but was immediately cut off by Weir’s lips. Weir was curious to see if the Admiral was really as cold as she seemed or if it was just a façade covering up a softer, sensitive side. Cain wondered if Weir trusted the military. If she expected them to protect her as those on the civilian ships had. She stepped back, surprised that this woman had been so brazen as to kiss her.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Cain stated as she pulled away.
“Don’t fight it Admiral,” Weir commanded as she moved closer to the tall brunette and began undoing the buttons on Cain’s uniform. “I know you want this…”
Cain grabbed her wrists. “No…let me do that,” she stated as she released Elizabeth’s hands and started to undo her own buttons.
Furious, Weir wrapped one of her hands around Cain’s neck, forcing the Admiral to look her in the eyes. “You have to be in total control don’t you?”
“I like being in control,” Cain whispered.
“Well, that might happen on your ship, but not on my base, not in my quarters, and certainly not in my bed.”
Cain felt her heartbeat jump when Elizabeth Weir placed her hand over hers and removed them from the buttons. Cain felt the back of Weir’s hand leave the nape of her neck and trace the collar of her uniform before resting on her breast. Suddenly, Weir pushed Cain back against the wall and she saw the Admiral’s smirk. Weir’s hand went back to the collar of the Colonial uniform where she hooked a finger around the blue fabric and pulled her closer, catching the Admiral’s gaze as she unbottoned the Admiral’s jacket slowly with one hand.
When Weir finished with the buttons, Cain moved to shake it off, but the shorter brunette quickly adjusted her so that her arms were behind her back, trapped in the sleeves. Her fingers slipped under the Admiral’s tank, slowly finding their way up her torso and to her breast, where she held one of Cain’s erect nipples between her fingers.
“You want this don’t you, Admiral?” Weir asked rhetorically. She could see in Cain’s face that she was turned on, ready for someone to take control over her. Placing a hand on the button of Cain’s pants she whispered in her ear. “Kick off your boots.”
Cain removed her boots using the opposite foot, stepping on the heel before pulling her foot out, and then removing her socks the same way. Weir’s hands undid the fly of her pants and she pulled them down to her knees then her ankles, letting Cain kick them off. Immediately she pulled Cain away from the wall and threw her onto the bed face first. Cain’s long hair sprawled out over the pillow and Cain turned her head to look at the woman in the red shirt as she approached her from behind.
“You aren’t going to get naked?” Cain asked.
“Not yet,” Weir said as she climbed onto the bed and gently removed Cain’s jacket from her arms, discarding it on the floor with the boots and pants. Before she could react, Weir pinned her wrists over her head and straddled Cain’s hips. Leaning forward she brought her mouth close to Cain’s ear and whispered, “I’d rather hear you scream first.”
Cain closed her eyes as one of Weir’s hands began to roam her clothed pelvis. “The minute I saw you I just knew I had to have you in my bed,” Weir whispered as her fingers traced circles around Cain’s underwear. Cain let out a breath. “You seemed so strong I just had to know if you were a woman.” Weir said as she placed a kiss on Cain’s neck.
“Please…” Cain whispered as Weir’s began to trace her clothed sex. She knew Weir could feel how wet she was.
“Not yet,” Weir whispered. “You’re probably used to little soldiers that just let you frak them hard and fast. Those inexperienced little things that want to sleep with the Admiral just to get ahead?” Weir’s hand encased Cain’s clothed sex, squeezing lightly. “That’s not going to happen here Admiral. I take my time.”
“Just do it already…” Cain panted between moans.
“You really don’t know the importance of foreplay, do you Admiral?” Weir stated as she let Cain’s wrists go and started to pull down Cain’s underwear. She proceeded to test Cain’s passage with one of her fingers. The Admiral was soaked but Weir removed her finger and proceeded to tease Cain’s vulva. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Gods…please…” Cain breathed. “Just do it already.”
Weir could see the gears turning in Helena’s head. It was clear that she was driving this woman mad with everything she was doing to her. Elizabeth moved one of her legs between Cain’s and used her knee to spread Cain’s legs as far apart as she could. “Lift up your hips,” Elizabeth whispered. Almost immediately she raised her hips welcoming Weir’s hand.
Two of Weir’s fingers entered Cain, moving in and out. Cain’s breathing became ragged and moans were becoming higher. Cain could never have imagined how experienced this woman was, her fingers moved in and out of her as if Cain was an instrument and Weir knew every note to hit to produce the right melody. The Admiral could feel herself climbing towards the edge, her sex getting wetter by the minute, until Weir’s hand stopped.
“Frak you….” Cain breathed, frustrate that she had pulled away once she was so close to the edge.
“Turn over,” Weir commanded.
“What?”
“Turn over,” Weir said. “I want to taste you.”
Lazily Cain rolled over, her swollen lips calling for Weir’s mouth. When Weir came into view Cain could see the perspiration all over her body. Her red shirt was sticking to her as were her pants. Cain wanted to command her to take off her clothes, but her wet lips kept telling her otherwise. Let Weir finish you off. Then you can have fun with her.
Weir’s hands grazed Cain’s hipbones, “You want this don’t you Admiral? You must be very close.”
“Quit teasing me,” Cain pleaded as Weir’s hand entered her again.
Her thumb was teasing her clit as she brought her mouth closer to Cain’s opening. She let her tongue run up the length of Cain’s vulva, causing the Admiral to shudder. Cain’s clit throbbed in anticipation as Weir’s tongue slowly entered her folds. Her tongue was so gentle but at the same time demanding. It lapped up Cain’s juices greedily and circled around her clit.
Cain could feel her climax building with each movement of Weir’s tongue and she grasped the headboard with one hand as if it was the only thing that could keep her grounded. Weir’s mouth took Cain’s clit and the suction caused Helena to moan loudly. Her other hand entwined its fingers with Weir’s. Cain raised her hips, encouraging Weir to continue.
“Oh gods!” Cain moaned. “Keep...going.”
Weir increased her pace, licking Cain’s clit as if her life depended on it. Cain was close, Weir could feel it. Her moans were growing louder and her hips were starting to rock against Weir’s mouth. Suddenly a scream pierced the air as Cain reached her breaking point. Her body shuddered with pleasure and she moaned loudly as the sensation rolled over her.
When it was over Cain collapsed on Weir’s bed. She was still short of breath but she soaked in the experience. Weir sat up and started to get off the bed. Noticing this Cain sat up and grabbed Weir’s hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Cain asked. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“You aren’t in command her Admiral,” Weir stated.
“No, but it’s been a long time for you too hasn’t it Doctor,” Cain said as she pulled Weir towards her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She began kissing the Doctor’s neck. “Take off your clothes.”
She spun Weir around so that she was facing her and propped herself up on her knees so that she met Weir’s gaze. She began to undo Weir’s fly, “You see Doctor, women like us…” Cain kissed the Doctor. “…have to stay composed.” Kiss. Cain pushed her pants down past her pelvis. “…Strong.” Another kiss as her pants moved past her thighs. “In control.” How long has it been since you lost control Doctor?”
“Too long,” Weir grinned Cain looked smugly at her shoes.
“Those shoes, take them off.” Weir bent down for a minute and took off her boots and discarded them with the rest of Cain’s clothing. Cain slid her pants down past her knees and Weir kicked them off. Cain took Weir’s wrists and pulled her towards her so that she was straddling Cain’s lap. “I want to watch you lose control Doctor.”
Cain wrapped one of her hands around Weir’s neck and pulled the Doctor closer for a kiss. As she started pecking at her neck, Cain heard Weir speak. “I want you. I want you to fuck me,” Weir whispered.
The Admiral smirked as she started to take off Weir’s shirt, she took the edge of the wet fabric and pulled it over Weir’s head. The Doctor’s abs were tight, perfect washboard abs. Cain smiled as she undid Weir’s bra, releasing Weir’s breasts. Her hand moved to touch Weir’s nipples, they were erect and hard. Cain pinched them and Weir gasped, holding Cain’s eyes.
Cain stopped for a moment before bring her mouth closer to Weir’s erect nipple. She felt Weir’s fingers entwine themselves in her hair and the other hand grab one of her ankles, bracing herself as Cain’s lips engulfed the mass and Cain began to suck and lick the mound, giving it all the attention it deserved. To finish it off, she pulled her lips back and caught the tip of the mound between her teeth, biting down gently. Weir yelped in response and Cain let her tongue gently tease the trapped tip between her teeth.
Cain released the trapped tip and gently rubbed the sore tip with her finger. “You like that don’t you?” Cain asked. Weir nodded breathlessly. “Then I guess it’s only fair to treat the other one the same way.” She grinned mischievously as she let the first breast go and turned her attention towards the other one.
Weir looked down and watched Cain’s tongue glide across her tip before taking it into her mouth. She squeezed Cain’s ankle as Cain gave her second breast an equal if not better treatment then the first. When she bit down on her nipple, Weir arched her back, bushing her breast further into Cain’s mouth. When Cain was done Weir could feel her breast throbbing.
“You must be pretty wet now,” Cain whispered.
“Touch me dammit,” Weir commanded. “See how wet you make me.”
The Admiral took the invitation and began to play with Weir’s folds through her underwear. She could feel the wetness through her panties, but Cain felt that she couldn’t connect with Weir, that she wasn’t able to get enough access through the pair of underwear.
“I’ve got an idea,” Cain stated as she pulled Weir close to her. “Hold on tight.”
“What are you…?” Weir started to ask before Cain pushed her onto her back, holding her in midair as she reached over the edge of the bed, looking for her jacket.
“Just hold tight,” Cain stated. “I’ve got something that I think you’ll like.”
She buried her face in Cain’s neck, gently pecking the tender skin on Cain’s neck while their sexes rubbed together. As Cain located her jacket and undid one of the pockets, removing her pocket knife. She wrapped her arm around Weir’s back and slowly pulled her back into the upright position.
“What do you have?” Weir asked as Cain removed her hands from the embrace, hiding the knife in her hand.
“This,” Cain stated as she showed Weir the closed pocket knife. Slowly she unfolded it, exposing the sharp blade.
“What do you plan on doing with that?” Weir asked.
“Don’t move,” Cain commanded. “…but I was thinking of something like…this” Cain brought the knife to Weir’s face and ran it down her cheek, “…this.” She ran it down her neck and shoulders. “Or maybe…this.” Cain ran the knife down her chest and abdomen. She could see how not being able to move was torturing Doctor Weir. She could see how excited she was to have a sharp object in her bed, how turned on she was by the sharp blade running across her porcelain skin. “And finally…” Cain said as she positioned the knife between her leg and the fabric of her underwear. “This…” she said as she cut off one side of the underwear.
“What was that?” Weir asked.
“You’re so wet,” Cain whispered as she the other side of her underwear and the fabric fell between Weir’s legs, revealing her glistening center. Cain smiled at her, holding Weir’s gaze as she gently tugged the fabric so that it slipped between her legs and discarded it. Then she closed the knife and turned her attention back to the wet mound between Weir’s legs. “You like this feeling this don’t you?”
“Yes,” Weir panted as Cain ran the closed knife along her sex. “It feels good.” She wrapped her fingers in Cain hair as she continued to tease her. “Please...I need you inside me.”
“If you insist,” Cain smiled wickedly as Weir moved her hands from Cain’s hair to her ankles. The Admiral didn’t disappoint. She inserted two fingers inside of Weir as she held the closed pocketknife against her clit.
Weir felt like she was about to explode with the Admiral’s fingers inside of her. She moved them in and out, finding every nook and cranny that would give her a reaction. She braced herself by holding onto the Admiral’s ankles as she writhed against Cain’s hand as it moved inside of her and the knife gently stimulated her clit. Weir could feel her desire building with each passing moment but it wasn’t until Cain curled her fingers inside her that she felt the scale tip over the edge. Weir rode her climax as she looked into Cain’s eyes, resisting the urge to throw her head back. Feeling her pleasure dissipate, she took her hands off of Helena’s ankles and wrapped her arms around the taller woman before she collapsed against her.
The two woman fell back onto the bed, Weir breathing heavily into Cain’s neck. Cain held her tightly listening to her breathing and feeling her pulse start to slow. She buried her face in Weir’s curls, gently taking in the scent of her shampoo. Slowly, Cain removed her fingers and the pocketknife from Weir’s swollen center before whispering in her ear.
“We aren’t making much progress on our trade agreement,” Cain whispered into the Doctor’s ear.
“No,” Weir whispered, as she reached up and traced Cain’s jaw line with her fingertip. “…but I would rather be here fucking you.”
Cain’s hand pressed into the small of Weir’s back and the two lay there in bed, enjoying the closeness of each other. Then Cain shifted out from underneath Weir and climbed off the bed, gathering her clothes.
“Where are you going?” Weir asked as she sat up to watch the Admiral pick up her scattered clothing.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to shower before I go back Pegasus,” Cain began.
Weir knew that this would happen. Military officers always seemed so attached to their ships. She had made arrangements for Cain and her Raptor crew to stay on Atlantis as long as needed, but she knew that Cain would want to return to her ship. She would have done the same if roles were reversed.
“You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like Admiral,” Weir offered.
“I appreciate your efforts Doctor,” Cain stated as she took off her tanks, getting ready for her shower, “…but my place in on board the Pegasus.”
“Always the Commander.” Weir grinned as she caught her first glimpse of Cain’s breasts, her eyes roaming over the Admiral’s naked body.
Cain stopped and began to stare Weir down as she started getting defensive. “Yes. And one fling with the Commander of Atlantis is not going to change my allegiances to my ship or her crew.
“Don’t flatter yourself Admiral,” Weir hissed. “I’ve had orgasms before.”
Weir turned away from Cain and started to get dressed. As she bent over, Cain found her eyes drawn to the toned muscles where Weir’s legs and ass met. She felt herself getting turned on as she watched Weir began to gather her pants and t-shirt. Weir felt a rush of air on her back, only a split second before Cain threw her against the wall, pinning her arms on either side. She attempted to resist, pushing back against Cain, but her efforts were futile as she took a step forward, grinding her breasts further into Weir’s back.
“My patience is wearing thin Doctor,” she whispered in Weir’s ear.
“What happened to showering before you went back to Pegasus?” Weir asked.
“It can wait,” Cain stated as they continued struggling for control.
When Weir managed to get her hands free she spun around, facing Cain and grabbing one of the Admiral’s breasts roughly. She squeezed the soft tissue with her hand and watched as Cain started to relax, aroused by the stimulation.
“Well I am sure we can think of something to do in the meantime.”
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Admiral Cain entered the raptor and the young Lieutenant took her bag and placed in the corner before gesturing to the cockpit. She shook her head.
“I don’t really feel like driving today Lieutenant. I have some reading to do.”
“Yes sir,” the Lieutenant said as the Admiral took her seat in the aft section of the Raptor.
Meanwhile Doctor Weir enters her office with a fresh cup of coffee to see a dossier on her desk. She looks at the file for a moment, remembering the events of last night. She reaches to open the file and notices a small black and blue bruise on her wrist and smiles to herself as she remembers exactly how it got there.
Back on the raptor, Admiral Cain settled into the passenger seat, her muscles aching as she shifts in the seat. The metal irritates the scratches on her back and she smiles as she thinks of Dr. Weir and opens her file.
Author: coexist_love
Rating: NC-17
Fandoms: Battlestar Galactica, Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Admiral Cain, Doctor Weir
Warnings: Smut
Summary: The Admiral didn’t know what to expect from Weir.
Author's Note: This fic was beta-read by the lovely spettro280 and therefore is dedicated to her.
When Pegasus got permission to send a Raptor with a few officers to the Atlantis base Admiral Cain was one of the first to volunteer. She didn’t hold out much hope for an alliance or a trade agreement. She heard that the base was manned by both civilian and military, but all her reservations changed the minute she met Dr. Elizabeth Weir. The brunette donned a red shirt and stood as if a thread held her spine adjacent to the ceiling. Still her expression was one of insecurity, almost like she wasn’t sure how to proceed. Maybe it would be easier than she had thought to get what she wanted from this woman.
“Admiral Cain,” Weir said holding out her hand. “Welcome to Atlantis.”
Weir was stoic throughout the conversation. Cain wasn’t sure how to read her. Her tone of voice said that she wasn’t afraid of them, but her body language was threatening. After talking for an hour Weir invited Cain to have dinner in her quarters to discuss some classified information. Cain accepted the invitation, hoping that whatever information she gained would be of use later, information about Atlantis’ defenses, about Earth, the state of Earth’s fleet.
When Cain entered Weir’s quarters, she felt an eerie tone in the air. She turned to Weir as the doors closed behind the two women. She opened her mouth to comment but was immediately cut off by Weir’s lips. Weir was curious to see if the Admiral was really as cold as she seemed or if it was just a façade covering up a softer, sensitive side. Cain wondered if Weir trusted the military. If she expected them to protect her as those on the civilian ships had. She stepped back, surprised that this woman had been so brazen as to kiss her.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Cain stated as she pulled away.
“Don’t fight it Admiral,” Weir commanded as she moved closer to the tall brunette and began undoing the buttons on Cain’s uniform. “I know you want this…”
Cain grabbed her wrists. “No…let me do that,” she stated as she released Elizabeth’s hands and started to undo her own buttons.
Furious, Weir wrapped one of her hands around Cain’s neck, forcing the Admiral to look her in the eyes. “You have to be in total control don’t you?”
“I like being in control,” Cain whispered.
“Well, that might happen on your ship, but not on my base, not in my quarters, and certainly not in my bed.”
Cain felt her heartbeat jump when Elizabeth Weir placed her hand over hers and removed them from the buttons. Cain felt the back of Weir’s hand leave the nape of her neck and trace the collar of her uniform before resting on her breast. Suddenly, Weir pushed Cain back against the wall and she saw the Admiral’s smirk. Weir’s hand went back to the collar of the Colonial uniform where she hooked a finger around the blue fabric and pulled her closer, catching the Admiral’s gaze as she unbottoned the Admiral’s jacket slowly with one hand.
When Weir finished with the buttons, Cain moved to shake it off, but the shorter brunette quickly adjusted her so that her arms were behind her back, trapped in the sleeves. Her fingers slipped under the Admiral’s tank, slowly finding their way up her torso and to her breast, where she held one of Cain’s erect nipples between her fingers.
“You want this don’t you, Admiral?” Weir asked rhetorically. She could see in Cain’s face that she was turned on, ready for someone to take control over her. Placing a hand on the button of Cain’s pants she whispered in her ear. “Kick off your boots.”
Cain removed her boots using the opposite foot, stepping on the heel before pulling her foot out, and then removing her socks the same way. Weir’s hands undid the fly of her pants and she pulled them down to her knees then her ankles, letting Cain kick them off. Immediately she pulled Cain away from the wall and threw her onto the bed face first. Cain’s long hair sprawled out over the pillow and Cain turned her head to look at the woman in the red shirt as she approached her from behind.
“You aren’t going to get naked?” Cain asked.
“Not yet,” Weir said as she climbed onto the bed and gently removed Cain’s jacket from her arms, discarding it on the floor with the boots and pants. Before she could react, Weir pinned her wrists over her head and straddled Cain’s hips. Leaning forward she brought her mouth close to Cain’s ear and whispered, “I’d rather hear you scream first.”
Cain closed her eyes as one of Weir’s hands began to roam her clothed pelvis. “The minute I saw you I just knew I had to have you in my bed,” Weir whispered as her fingers traced circles around Cain’s underwear. Cain let out a breath. “You seemed so strong I just had to know if you were a woman.” Weir said as she placed a kiss on Cain’s neck.
“Please…” Cain whispered as Weir’s began to trace her clothed sex. She knew Weir could feel how wet she was.
“Not yet,” Weir whispered. “You’re probably used to little soldiers that just let you frak them hard and fast. Those inexperienced little things that want to sleep with the Admiral just to get ahead?” Weir’s hand encased Cain’s clothed sex, squeezing lightly. “That’s not going to happen here Admiral. I take my time.”
“Just do it already…” Cain panted between moans.
“You really don’t know the importance of foreplay, do you Admiral?” Weir stated as she let Cain’s wrists go and started to pull down Cain’s underwear. She proceeded to test Cain’s passage with one of her fingers. The Admiral was soaked but Weir removed her finger and proceeded to tease Cain’s vulva. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Gods…please…” Cain breathed. “Just do it already.”
Weir could see the gears turning in Helena’s head. It was clear that she was driving this woman mad with everything she was doing to her. Elizabeth moved one of her legs between Cain’s and used her knee to spread Cain’s legs as far apart as she could. “Lift up your hips,” Elizabeth whispered. Almost immediately she raised her hips welcoming Weir’s hand.
Two of Weir’s fingers entered Cain, moving in and out. Cain’s breathing became ragged and moans were becoming higher. Cain could never have imagined how experienced this woman was, her fingers moved in and out of her as if Cain was an instrument and Weir knew every note to hit to produce the right melody. The Admiral could feel herself climbing towards the edge, her sex getting wetter by the minute, until Weir’s hand stopped.
“Frak you….” Cain breathed, frustrate that she had pulled away once she was so close to the edge.
“Turn over,” Weir commanded.
“What?”
“Turn over,” Weir said. “I want to taste you.”
Lazily Cain rolled over, her swollen lips calling for Weir’s mouth. When Weir came into view Cain could see the perspiration all over her body. Her red shirt was sticking to her as were her pants. Cain wanted to command her to take off her clothes, but her wet lips kept telling her otherwise. Let Weir finish you off. Then you can have fun with her.
Weir’s hands grazed Cain’s hipbones, “You want this don’t you Admiral? You must be very close.”
“Quit teasing me,” Cain pleaded as Weir’s hand entered her again.
Her thumb was teasing her clit as she brought her mouth closer to Cain’s opening. She let her tongue run up the length of Cain’s vulva, causing the Admiral to shudder. Cain’s clit throbbed in anticipation as Weir’s tongue slowly entered her folds. Her tongue was so gentle but at the same time demanding. It lapped up Cain’s juices greedily and circled around her clit.
Cain could feel her climax building with each movement of Weir’s tongue and she grasped the headboard with one hand as if it was the only thing that could keep her grounded. Weir’s mouth took Cain’s clit and the suction caused Helena to moan loudly. Her other hand entwined its fingers with Weir’s. Cain raised her hips, encouraging Weir to continue.
“Oh gods!” Cain moaned. “Keep...going.”
Weir increased her pace, licking Cain’s clit as if her life depended on it. Cain was close, Weir could feel it. Her moans were growing louder and her hips were starting to rock against Weir’s mouth. Suddenly a scream pierced the air as Cain reached her breaking point. Her body shuddered with pleasure and she moaned loudly as the sensation rolled over her.
When it was over Cain collapsed on Weir’s bed. She was still short of breath but she soaked in the experience. Weir sat up and started to get off the bed. Noticing this Cain sat up and grabbed Weir’s hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Cain asked. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“You aren’t in command her Admiral,” Weir stated.
“No, but it’s been a long time for you too hasn’t it Doctor,” Cain said as she pulled Weir towards her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She began kissing the Doctor’s neck. “Take off your clothes.”
She spun Weir around so that she was facing her and propped herself up on her knees so that she met Weir’s gaze. She began to undo Weir’s fly, “You see Doctor, women like us…” Cain kissed the Doctor. “…have to stay composed.” Kiss. Cain pushed her pants down past her pelvis. “…Strong.” Another kiss as her pants moved past her thighs. “In control.” How long has it been since you lost control Doctor?”
“Too long,” Weir grinned Cain looked smugly at her shoes.
“Those shoes, take them off.” Weir bent down for a minute and took off her boots and discarded them with the rest of Cain’s clothing. Cain slid her pants down past her knees and Weir kicked them off. Cain took Weir’s wrists and pulled her towards her so that she was straddling Cain’s lap. “I want to watch you lose control Doctor.”
Cain wrapped one of her hands around Weir’s neck and pulled the Doctor closer for a kiss. As she started pecking at her neck, Cain heard Weir speak. “I want you. I want you to fuck me,” Weir whispered.
The Admiral smirked as she started to take off Weir’s shirt, she took the edge of the wet fabric and pulled it over Weir’s head. The Doctor’s abs were tight, perfect washboard abs. Cain smiled as she undid Weir’s bra, releasing Weir’s breasts. Her hand moved to touch Weir’s nipples, they were erect and hard. Cain pinched them and Weir gasped, holding Cain’s eyes.
Cain stopped for a moment before bring her mouth closer to Weir’s erect nipple. She felt Weir’s fingers entwine themselves in her hair and the other hand grab one of her ankles, bracing herself as Cain’s lips engulfed the mass and Cain began to suck and lick the mound, giving it all the attention it deserved. To finish it off, she pulled her lips back and caught the tip of the mound between her teeth, biting down gently. Weir yelped in response and Cain let her tongue gently tease the trapped tip between her teeth.
Cain released the trapped tip and gently rubbed the sore tip with her finger. “You like that don’t you?” Cain asked. Weir nodded breathlessly. “Then I guess it’s only fair to treat the other one the same way.” She grinned mischievously as she let the first breast go and turned her attention towards the other one.
Weir looked down and watched Cain’s tongue glide across her tip before taking it into her mouth. She squeezed Cain’s ankle as Cain gave her second breast an equal if not better treatment then the first. When she bit down on her nipple, Weir arched her back, bushing her breast further into Cain’s mouth. When Cain was done Weir could feel her breast throbbing.
“You must be pretty wet now,” Cain whispered.
“Touch me dammit,” Weir commanded. “See how wet you make me.”
The Admiral took the invitation and began to play with Weir’s folds through her underwear. She could feel the wetness through her panties, but Cain felt that she couldn’t connect with Weir, that she wasn’t able to get enough access through the pair of underwear.
“I’ve got an idea,” Cain stated as she pulled Weir close to her. “Hold on tight.”
“What are you…?” Weir started to ask before Cain pushed her onto her back, holding her in midair as she reached over the edge of the bed, looking for her jacket.
“Just hold tight,” Cain stated. “I’ve got something that I think you’ll like.”
She buried her face in Cain’s neck, gently pecking the tender skin on Cain’s neck while their sexes rubbed together. As Cain located her jacket and undid one of the pockets, removing her pocket knife. She wrapped her arm around Weir’s back and slowly pulled her back into the upright position.
“What do you have?” Weir asked as Cain removed her hands from the embrace, hiding the knife in her hand.
“This,” Cain stated as she showed Weir the closed pocket knife. Slowly she unfolded it, exposing the sharp blade.
“What do you plan on doing with that?” Weir asked.
“Don’t move,” Cain commanded. “…but I was thinking of something like…this” Cain brought the knife to Weir’s face and ran it down her cheek, “…this.” She ran it down her neck and shoulders. “Or maybe…this.” Cain ran the knife down her chest and abdomen. She could see how not being able to move was torturing Doctor Weir. She could see how excited she was to have a sharp object in her bed, how turned on she was by the sharp blade running across her porcelain skin. “And finally…” Cain said as she positioned the knife between her leg and the fabric of her underwear. “This…” she said as she cut off one side of the underwear.
“What was that?” Weir asked.
“You’re so wet,” Cain whispered as she the other side of her underwear and the fabric fell between Weir’s legs, revealing her glistening center. Cain smiled at her, holding Weir’s gaze as she gently tugged the fabric so that it slipped between her legs and discarded it. Then she closed the knife and turned her attention back to the wet mound between Weir’s legs. “You like this feeling this don’t you?”
“Yes,” Weir panted as Cain ran the closed knife along her sex. “It feels good.” She wrapped her fingers in Cain hair as she continued to tease her. “Please...I need you inside me.”
“If you insist,” Cain smiled wickedly as Weir moved her hands from Cain’s hair to her ankles. The Admiral didn’t disappoint. She inserted two fingers inside of Weir as she held the closed pocketknife against her clit.
Weir felt like she was about to explode with the Admiral’s fingers inside of her. She moved them in and out, finding every nook and cranny that would give her a reaction. She braced herself by holding onto the Admiral’s ankles as she writhed against Cain’s hand as it moved inside of her and the knife gently stimulated her clit. Weir could feel her desire building with each passing moment but it wasn’t until Cain curled her fingers inside her that she felt the scale tip over the edge. Weir rode her climax as she looked into Cain’s eyes, resisting the urge to throw her head back. Feeling her pleasure dissipate, she took her hands off of Helena’s ankles and wrapped her arms around the taller woman before she collapsed against her.
The two woman fell back onto the bed, Weir breathing heavily into Cain’s neck. Cain held her tightly listening to her breathing and feeling her pulse start to slow. She buried her face in Weir’s curls, gently taking in the scent of her shampoo. Slowly, Cain removed her fingers and the pocketknife from Weir’s swollen center before whispering in her ear.
“We aren’t making much progress on our trade agreement,” Cain whispered into the Doctor’s ear.
“No,” Weir whispered, as she reached up and traced Cain’s jaw line with her fingertip. “…but I would rather be here fucking you.”
Cain’s hand pressed into the small of Weir’s back and the two lay there in bed, enjoying the closeness of each other. Then Cain shifted out from underneath Weir and climbed off the bed, gathering her clothes.
“Where are you going?” Weir asked as she sat up to watch the Admiral pick up her scattered clothing.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to shower before I go back Pegasus,” Cain began.
Weir knew that this would happen. Military officers always seemed so attached to their ships. She had made arrangements for Cain and her Raptor crew to stay on Atlantis as long as needed, but she knew that Cain would want to return to her ship. She would have done the same if roles were reversed.
“You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like Admiral,” Weir offered.
“I appreciate your efforts Doctor,” Cain stated as she took off her tanks, getting ready for her shower, “…but my place in on board the Pegasus.”
“Always the Commander.” Weir grinned as she caught her first glimpse of Cain’s breasts, her eyes roaming over the Admiral’s naked body.
Cain stopped and began to stare Weir down as she started getting defensive. “Yes. And one fling with the Commander of Atlantis is not going to change my allegiances to my ship or her crew.
“Don’t flatter yourself Admiral,” Weir hissed. “I’ve had orgasms before.”
Weir turned away from Cain and started to get dressed. As she bent over, Cain found her eyes drawn to the toned muscles where Weir’s legs and ass met. She felt herself getting turned on as she watched Weir began to gather her pants and t-shirt. Weir felt a rush of air on her back, only a split second before Cain threw her against the wall, pinning her arms on either side. She attempted to resist, pushing back against Cain, but her efforts were futile as she took a step forward, grinding her breasts further into Weir’s back.
“My patience is wearing thin Doctor,” she whispered in Weir’s ear.
“What happened to showering before you went back to Pegasus?” Weir asked.
“It can wait,” Cain stated as they continued struggling for control.
When Weir managed to get her hands free she spun around, facing Cain and grabbing one of the Admiral’s breasts roughly. She squeezed the soft tissue with her hand and watched as Cain started to relax, aroused by the stimulation.
“Well I am sure we can think of something to do in the meantime.”
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Admiral Cain entered the raptor and the young Lieutenant took her bag and placed in the corner before gesturing to the cockpit. She shook her head.
“I don’t really feel like driving today Lieutenant. I have some reading to do.”
“Yes sir,” the Lieutenant said as the Admiral took her seat in the aft section of the Raptor.
Meanwhile Doctor Weir enters her office with a fresh cup of coffee to see a dossier on her desk. She looks at the file for a moment, remembering the events of last night. She reaches to open the file and notices a small black and blue bruise on her wrist and smiles to herself as she remembers exactly how it got there.
Back on the raptor, Admiral Cain settled into the passenger seat, her muscles aching as she shifts in the seat. The metal irritates the scratches on her back and she smiles as she thinks of Dr. Weir and opens her file.