laura/cain: some manner of combustion
Title Laura Fraks the Fleet
Chapter #7: Some Manner of Combustion
Pairing Laura/Cain
Rating T
Word Count 171
Spoilers Resurrection Ship
Notes Again, a Heather Corinna quote for title. I'm continuing with this theme for my first ten of this story's twenty... icedteainthebag rocks for looking this over before I posted it... you and your performance-anxiety-causing HOT SMUT. ;)
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"What do you want from me?"
She'd never meant the words to come out, of that Laura's certain. She looks almost shocked that she'd even thought them.
"You know what, forget that." The words, spoken suddenly, are just as rapidly retracted.
"No," Laura snaps back, her voice still quiet and steady. "You wanted to cut through it, let's cut through it. Censoring ourselves will get us exactly nowhere."
Her eyes are fixed on the admiral's face, tracing the line at the side of her mouth that tightens with tension.
Who are you, really? Why are you so angry?
"Frak this," Cain mutters just above a whisper.
Laura can see storms in her eyes. She's sure of it, even as melodramatic as it would sound if she said it aloud.
When Helena kisses her, hard, bruising, teeth worrying Laura's dry lower lip, she begins to understand; she gives in, this time. First and only.
The submissive holds all the power, after all.
Strange that Helena Cain doesn't seem to know it - yet.
to be continued...
Chapter #7: Some Manner of Combustion
Pairing Laura/Cain
Rating T
Word Count 171
Spoilers Resurrection Ship
Notes Again, a Heather Corinna quote for title. I'm continuing with this theme for my first ten of this story's twenty... icedteainthebag rocks for looking this over before I posted it... you and your performance-anxiety-causing HOT SMUT. ;)
x
"What do you want from me?"
She'd never meant the words to come out, of that Laura's certain. She looks almost shocked that she'd even thought them.
"You know what, forget that." The words, spoken suddenly, are just as rapidly retracted.
"No," Laura snaps back, her voice still quiet and steady. "You wanted to cut through it, let's cut through it. Censoring ourselves will get us exactly nowhere."
Her eyes are fixed on the admiral's face, tracing the line at the side of her mouth that tightens with tension.
Who are you, really? Why are you so angry?
"Frak this," Cain mutters just above a whisper.
Laura can see storms in her eyes. She's sure of it, even as melodramatic as it would sound if she said it aloud.
When Helena kisses her, hard, bruising, teeth worrying Laura's dry lower lip, she begins to understand; she gives in, this time. First and only.
The submissive holds all the power, after all.
Strange that Helena Cain doesn't seem to know it - yet.
to be continued...