FIC: "The Princesses of G889," Earth 2, Devon/Bess, Devon/Julia
Title: The Princesses of G889
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Devon/Bess, Devon/Julia
Word Count: 1,865
Category: PWP
Spoilers: A Memory Play, The Church of Morgan
Disclaimer: Earth 2 and its characters don't belong to me. I'm playing with them without permission. *hangs head*
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Takes place during The Church of Morgan. DO NOT read this until you've seen at least A Memory Play. Or, if you don't plan on seeing the show and just want femslash... well, I guess spoilers won't matter much. ;-D For those who don't know, that's Devon (Debrah Farentino, on the right) and Bess (Rebecca Gayheart, on the left) in my icon. Julia is Jessica Steen and most people on my flist should know who that is. ;-D
Summary: Julia stumbles across a private moment while away from camp.
Julia disconnected from Reilly and glanced around as she always did. She was sure someone would have snuck up on her, had been eavesdropping on her conversation. She could always claim she had been in VR, but the lie would never hold up under scrutiny. She confirmed she was alone, as usual, and started to follow the stream she knew would lead her back to camp. She was almost to the bottom of the incline when she heard voices.
Devon? she thought as she ducked behind a tree. Damn it, what is she doing all the way up here? She waited until the voices sounded far enough away and peered around the tree. Devon and Bess Martin were standing about a hundred yards down the stream, standing on the banks and blocking the path Julia would have to take down the mountain. They were talking quietly, only the cadence of their voices reaching to where Julia cowered.
Devon's back was to her, but she could see Bess clearly. Her eyes were down, her hands clasped together in front of her. She was nervously glancing about, as Julia had done earlier, as if afraid they would be spotted. What did Bess have to be nervous about? She was with Devon. If Devon was involved, surely it wasn't anything treasonous.
Perhaps it was a subtle reprimand. Maybe Bess had done something and Devon was just making sure it wouldn't happen again...
Before she could continue theorizing, Devon stepped forward and embraced Bess. Bess reluctantly brought her hands up and then returned the hug with passion. They pulled back slightly, still in one another's embrace, and Devon tilted her head slightly. Julia's eyes widened as their lips met, Bess's eyes still open as Devon kissed her.
Julia was frozen in place. Of all the people in camp, never would she have... Bess?! Of all the people Devon could have had an affair with... ignoring for the fact she was married, why Bess Martin? Why... why not me? she thought.
Bess finally closed her eyes and sagged into the kiss. Devon held her up, moving her hands underneath Bess's arms to support her. Without breaking away, Devon eased them both down to their knees. Bess broke the kiss and moved her lips, whispering something to Devon. Devon shook her head and kissed Bess's cheek. She pulled back and moved her hands down, unfastening the buttons of Bess's vest. Julia hated that vest, the way it tucked underneath her chest and flaunted her breasts. It drew the eye, made her stare. But even now that Devon was sliding it off, she couldn't take her eyes off Bess's body. Her nipples were hard against her blouse, visible until Devon covered them both with her hands.
Devon squeezed them, slow, rhythmic, as she bent down and kissed along the line of Bess's jaw. Bess leaned back, reaching behind herself with one hand as she lay down in the dirt. Devon adjusted without breaking contact, eventually stretching herself over Bess's body.
Julia looked around again and slid a hand over her thigh. God, what was she doing...? She decided that if she had to stay here until they left anyway, she might as well enjoy the show. She unfastened her trousers and eased the zipper down.
Bess gave a cry that even Julia could hear. Devon's hand had disappeared between their bodies and, judging by Bess's reactions, it was hard at work between her legs. Julia closed her eyes and pushed her hand into her trousers. She imagined it was Julia's hand, her fingers slipping between her legs and circling across her panties.
Julia leaned against the tree and opened her eyes, watching as Devon sat up. She was straddling Bess, legs tight, her hips moving slowly back and forth. Bess was sprawled on the ground, eyes wide as if in a daze. Devon undid the buttons on her shirt and pulled it off. She took Bess's hands and guided them to her breasts.
Julia cupped her own breast and squeezed, wishing again it was Devon's hand, or Devon's breast. She moved her hips against her hand and pressed her fingertips against her pussy. She remembered the rainfall, being with Devon under the cover as they were drenched from above. Seeing Devon like that... happy, laughing... the way her blouse had clung to her skin, the way she'd felt when they had hugged afterward. It had been such a normal thing, embracing like that. The feel of Devon's body had stayed with her, and she used it now as she circled her clit with the pad of her thumb.
Why Bess? she thought again, watching as they writhed together on the ground. Devon was on top of her again, her back bare. She had both hands between them now and thrust her hips like a man fucking Bess. Julia tilted her head and saw that Bess's trousers had been pushed down. Devon was inside of her now, fucking her hard from the looks of it.
Cries of passion carried on the wind and Julia bit down on her free hand to keep from announcing her presence. She heard Bess clearest, but every now and then she would hear Devon's voice: "Bess" or "Yes," they sounded so similar... "Do you like that?" and "Look at me, Bess. Open your eyes. Look at me, princess."
The princess surprised Julia. She turned her hand, slipped two fingers into her mouth and sucked them gently. Would Devon call her princess, if they ever... if they ever shared a bed? She closed her eyes and imagined Devon in her tent, slowly stroking her hair as they kissed, letting herself be undressed as she lay on her cot...
Bess was keening now, lifting her hips and thrusting against Devon's hands. Julia pictured Devon's hands, fingers wrapped together, thrusting into Bess with both arms like a well-oiled machine. She pictured Devon's face, lips parted in ecstasy, her hair brushing against her cheek as she thrust forward. Her back shone with sweat, her ass tightening with each forward thrust.
Julia squeezed her breast again and worked another finger into her pussy. Her hair had caught in her eyelashes, but she didn't want to spare the hand to brush it away. She was on her knees, thrusting into the air against a phantom lover, a phantom with Devon Adair's face.
"Devon!" Bess gasped. "Yes, Devon!"
"Devon, Devon," Julia whispered. She felt her muscles tighten around her fingers and gasped as she came, holding her body still, enjoying her first orgasm since leaving the station. She dropped onto her ass and stayed there, staring up at the sky, trying to get control of her muscles back.
She looked over her shoulder and saw Devon on top of Bess, whispering something against her cheek. Great, she thought. Now the post-coital cuddling...
She sagged against the tree and pushed her hair out of her face. She straightened her clothing and wondered how often Bess and Devon did this. She couldn't really remember a time when they were both conspicuously absent from camp at the same time... Devon always seemed to be on hand in an emergency.
She looked again and saw the clearing was now empty. She stood and brushed off her trousers. She walked down the path, past where the sand was disturbed in a subtle fan-shape, the place where Devon and Bess had made love. She glanced down at it as she knelt by the stream, dipping her hands into the cool water. She splashed it on her face and heard a quiet, "Oh..." a few feet to her left.
Devon was kneeling next to the stream as well, a few yards off and hidden from view by a rock outcropping. Her trousers were folded next to her, on top of her shirt. She was dressed only in her crisp, gray boxer shorts. She was covering her naked breasts with one hand, her eyes scanning the hillside around them. "I... thought I was alone..."
"Sorry," Julia said.
"How... long have you been there?"
Julia smiled. "Long enough."
Devon blushed. "I want you to know it was... it was a one-time thing. Bess had... feelings for me. They were interfering with her marriage."
"So you decided an affair was in order?"
Devon smirked. "No. Danziger made them realize their original marriage contract had elapsed. So Bess had to decide whether to stay with him or... explore her feelings. I made myself available for that... exploration..."
"Nice of you."
"She's decided to go back to Morgan. Renew their vows."
"Not exactly a ringing endorsement for her experience with you."
Devon looked at her, tilted her head to the side. "You watched the whole thing... Did you see her complaining?"
Julia smiled. "Not exactly."
"What exactly were you doing? Watching us that whole time?"
Julia dipped her hands into the water and brought them up, wetting her hair.
"Julia."
She looked over and saw that Devon had lowered her arm. She licked her lips and ran her wet hand across her mouth. Devon's nipples were pink, hard, begging to be touched. Julia stood up and flicked the water from her fingertips as she closed the distance between them. She knelt between Devon's legs, put her hands on her bare knees and spread them farther apart.
Devon leaned back, her breath catching in her throat as Julia leaned down and kissed the inside of her thigh. She extended her tongue, ran it up to the leg of her boxer shorts. Devon whispered something and cupped her breasts with both hands. Julia kissed Devon through the shorts and traced Devon's lips with her tongue. She lifted her head and tugged the underwear down, baring Devon to her. She hadn't shaved since arriving on the planet, none of the women had, and Julia saw how wet Devon had gotten during her interlude with Bess.
She used one hand to part Devon's lips and bowed her head. She brushed her tongue over the bright pink flesh, circled her clit until it rose from its hood. Devon was panting now, rocking gently against Julia's mouth. "Julia... oh, yes, Julia..."
Julia moved her other hand between her own legs and moaned as Devon said her name. She increased the caresses of her tongue, pressed her face tight to Devon's pussy and moaned. Devon's body jerked once, twice as she came, her fingers intertwined on the back of Julia's head.
When her climax slowed, she pulled Julia up and kissed her softly. "Thank you, Julia."
"Devon," Julia whispered.
They kissed again and Devon gently pushed Julia away. They moved apart, using the stream water to clean away the evidence of what they'd done. When they were both fully-clothed, they looked at each other and at the clearing. "We should go," Devon said. "People will probably be wondering where we are..."
"Mm, yes. You're right." She brushed the back of her hand across her mouth and followed Devon back down the trail. She looked over her shoulder only once, at the clearing, trying to memorize every last detail so she could revisit it later that night in her dreams.
Or, better yet... in VR.
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Devon/Bess, Devon/Julia
Word Count: 1,865
Category: PWP
Spoilers: A Memory Play, The Church of Morgan
Disclaimer: Earth 2 and its characters don't belong to me. I'm playing with them without permission. *hangs head*
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Takes place during The Church of Morgan. DO NOT read this until you've seen at least A Memory Play. Or, if you don't plan on seeing the show and just want femslash... well, I guess spoilers won't matter much. ;-D For those who don't know, that's Devon (Debrah Farentino, on the right) and Bess (Rebecca Gayheart, on the left) in my icon. Julia is Jessica Steen and most people on my flist should know who that is. ;-D
Summary: Julia stumbles across a private moment while away from camp.
Julia disconnected from Reilly and glanced around as she always did. She was sure someone would have snuck up on her, had been eavesdropping on her conversation. She could always claim she had been in VR, but the lie would never hold up under scrutiny. She confirmed she was alone, as usual, and started to follow the stream she knew would lead her back to camp. She was almost to the bottom of the incline when she heard voices.
Devon? she thought as she ducked behind a tree. Damn it, what is she doing all the way up here? She waited until the voices sounded far enough away and peered around the tree. Devon and Bess Martin were standing about a hundred yards down the stream, standing on the banks and blocking the path Julia would have to take down the mountain. They were talking quietly, only the cadence of their voices reaching to where Julia cowered.
Devon's back was to her, but she could see Bess clearly. Her eyes were down, her hands clasped together in front of her. She was nervously glancing about, as Julia had done earlier, as if afraid they would be spotted. What did Bess have to be nervous about? She was with Devon. If Devon was involved, surely it wasn't anything treasonous.
Perhaps it was a subtle reprimand. Maybe Bess had done something and Devon was just making sure it wouldn't happen again...
Before she could continue theorizing, Devon stepped forward and embraced Bess. Bess reluctantly brought her hands up and then returned the hug with passion. They pulled back slightly, still in one another's embrace, and Devon tilted her head slightly. Julia's eyes widened as their lips met, Bess's eyes still open as Devon kissed her.
Julia was frozen in place. Of all the people in camp, never would she have... Bess?! Of all the people Devon could have had an affair with... ignoring for the fact she was married, why Bess Martin? Why... why not me? she thought.
Bess finally closed her eyes and sagged into the kiss. Devon held her up, moving her hands underneath Bess's arms to support her. Without breaking away, Devon eased them both down to their knees. Bess broke the kiss and moved her lips, whispering something to Devon. Devon shook her head and kissed Bess's cheek. She pulled back and moved her hands down, unfastening the buttons of Bess's vest. Julia hated that vest, the way it tucked underneath her chest and flaunted her breasts. It drew the eye, made her stare. But even now that Devon was sliding it off, she couldn't take her eyes off Bess's body. Her nipples were hard against her blouse, visible until Devon covered them both with her hands.
Devon squeezed them, slow, rhythmic, as she bent down and kissed along the line of Bess's jaw. Bess leaned back, reaching behind herself with one hand as she lay down in the dirt. Devon adjusted without breaking contact, eventually stretching herself over Bess's body.
Julia looked around again and slid a hand over her thigh. God, what was she doing...? She decided that if she had to stay here until they left anyway, she might as well enjoy the show. She unfastened her trousers and eased the zipper down.
Bess gave a cry that even Julia could hear. Devon's hand had disappeared between their bodies and, judging by Bess's reactions, it was hard at work between her legs. Julia closed her eyes and pushed her hand into her trousers. She imagined it was Julia's hand, her fingers slipping between her legs and circling across her panties.
Julia leaned against the tree and opened her eyes, watching as Devon sat up. She was straddling Bess, legs tight, her hips moving slowly back and forth. Bess was sprawled on the ground, eyes wide as if in a daze. Devon undid the buttons on her shirt and pulled it off. She took Bess's hands and guided them to her breasts.
Julia cupped her own breast and squeezed, wishing again it was Devon's hand, or Devon's breast. She moved her hips against her hand and pressed her fingertips against her pussy. She remembered the rainfall, being with Devon under the cover as they were drenched from above. Seeing Devon like that... happy, laughing... the way her blouse had clung to her skin, the way she'd felt when they had hugged afterward. It had been such a normal thing, embracing like that. The feel of Devon's body had stayed with her, and she used it now as she circled her clit with the pad of her thumb.
Why Bess? she thought again, watching as they writhed together on the ground. Devon was on top of her again, her back bare. She had both hands between them now and thrust her hips like a man fucking Bess. Julia tilted her head and saw that Bess's trousers had been pushed down. Devon was inside of her now, fucking her hard from the looks of it.
Cries of passion carried on the wind and Julia bit down on her free hand to keep from announcing her presence. She heard Bess clearest, but every now and then she would hear Devon's voice: "Bess" or "Yes," they sounded so similar... "Do you like that?" and "Look at me, Bess. Open your eyes. Look at me, princess."
The princess surprised Julia. She turned her hand, slipped two fingers into her mouth and sucked them gently. Would Devon call her princess, if they ever... if they ever shared a bed? She closed her eyes and imagined Devon in her tent, slowly stroking her hair as they kissed, letting herself be undressed as she lay on her cot...
Bess was keening now, lifting her hips and thrusting against Devon's hands. Julia pictured Devon's hands, fingers wrapped together, thrusting into Bess with both arms like a well-oiled machine. She pictured Devon's face, lips parted in ecstasy, her hair brushing against her cheek as she thrust forward. Her back shone with sweat, her ass tightening with each forward thrust.
Julia squeezed her breast again and worked another finger into her pussy. Her hair had caught in her eyelashes, but she didn't want to spare the hand to brush it away. She was on her knees, thrusting into the air against a phantom lover, a phantom with Devon Adair's face.
"Devon!" Bess gasped. "Yes, Devon!"
"Devon, Devon," Julia whispered. She felt her muscles tighten around her fingers and gasped as she came, holding her body still, enjoying her first orgasm since leaving the station. She dropped onto her ass and stayed there, staring up at the sky, trying to get control of her muscles back.
She looked over her shoulder and saw Devon on top of Bess, whispering something against her cheek. Great, she thought. Now the post-coital cuddling...
She sagged against the tree and pushed her hair out of her face. She straightened her clothing and wondered how often Bess and Devon did this. She couldn't really remember a time when they were both conspicuously absent from camp at the same time... Devon always seemed to be on hand in an emergency.
She looked again and saw the clearing was now empty. She stood and brushed off her trousers. She walked down the path, past where the sand was disturbed in a subtle fan-shape, the place where Devon and Bess had made love. She glanced down at it as she knelt by the stream, dipping her hands into the cool water. She splashed it on her face and heard a quiet, "Oh..." a few feet to her left.
Devon was kneeling next to the stream as well, a few yards off and hidden from view by a rock outcropping. Her trousers were folded next to her, on top of her shirt. She was dressed only in her crisp, gray boxer shorts. She was covering her naked breasts with one hand, her eyes scanning the hillside around them. "I... thought I was alone..."
"Sorry," Julia said.
"How... long have you been there?"
Julia smiled. "Long enough."
Devon blushed. "I want you to know it was... it was a one-time thing. Bess had... feelings for me. They were interfering with her marriage."
"So you decided an affair was in order?"
Devon smirked. "No. Danziger made them realize their original marriage contract had elapsed. So Bess had to decide whether to stay with him or... explore her feelings. I made myself available for that... exploration..."
"Nice of you."
"She's decided to go back to Morgan. Renew their vows."
"Not exactly a ringing endorsement for her experience with you."
Devon looked at her, tilted her head to the side. "You watched the whole thing... Did you see her complaining?"
Julia smiled. "Not exactly."
"What exactly were you doing? Watching us that whole time?"
Julia dipped her hands into the water and brought them up, wetting her hair.
"Julia."
She looked over and saw that Devon had lowered her arm. She licked her lips and ran her wet hand across her mouth. Devon's nipples were pink, hard, begging to be touched. Julia stood up and flicked the water from her fingertips as she closed the distance between them. She knelt between Devon's legs, put her hands on her bare knees and spread them farther apart.
Devon leaned back, her breath catching in her throat as Julia leaned down and kissed the inside of her thigh. She extended her tongue, ran it up to the leg of her boxer shorts. Devon whispered something and cupped her breasts with both hands. Julia kissed Devon through the shorts and traced Devon's lips with her tongue. She lifted her head and tugged the underwear down, baring Devon to her. She hadn't shaved since arriving on the planet, none of the women had, and Julia saw how wet Devon had gotten during her interlude with Bess.
She used one hand to part Devon's lips and bowed her head. She brushed her tongue over the bright pink flesh, circled her clit until it rose from its hood. Devon was panting now, rocking gently against Julia's mouth. "Julia... oh, yes, Julia..."
Julia moved her other hand between her own legs and moaned as Devon said her name. She increased the caresses of her tongue, pressed her face tight to Devon's pussy and moaned. Devon's body jerked once, twice as she came, her fingers intertwined on the back of Julia's head.
When her climax slowed, she pulled Julia up and kissed her softly. "Thank you, Julia."
"Devon," Julia whispered.
They kissed again and Devon gently pushed Julia away. They moved apart, using the stream water to clean away the evidence of what they'd done. When they were both fully-clothed, they looked at each other and at the clearing. "We should go," Devon said. "People will probably be wondering where we are..."
"Mm, yes. You're right." She brushed the back of her hand across her mouth and followed Devon back down the trail. She looked over her shoulder only once, at the clearing, trying to memorize every last detail so she could revisit it later that night in her dreams.
Or, better yet... in VR.