Fly Girl, Interrupted

by LilFerret

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asl/lilferret/flygirli.php
Summary: The thought never crossed her mind to turn back now. She was hooked.

Sam backed slowly from the woman before her, heat rolling off the brunette in waves. She swallowed what felt like a rock, her throat suddenly dry and her pulse racing as she felt the wall behind her. Nowhere left to go.

She watched in near slow motion as Vala's hand found her hip, sliding along the soft cotton of her sleep shorts, her fingers a burning heat through the fabric. The other hand reached up to cup her chin, causing her eyes to flutter shut for a moment at the gentle touch.

She held her breath as she felt Vala's lips meet her own, the first contact delicate, and then more aggressive as she heard herself moan. Her mouth opened without thought, her tongue meeting the intruder eagerly, the taste of the mouth she was kissing sweet, like chocolate.

She'd never be sure how they'd gotten undressed so fast, but she was currently on her back, legs spread, the tongue of another woman stroking her clit mercilessly.

She whimpered, pushing her hips against the source of pleasure. She'd never even considered being with a woman. Never. She liked men. Didn't she? God, it was difficult to think with the sensations the petite brunette was inducing.

Sam brought her fist to her mouth, biting down on her knuckles harder than probably necessary as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her.

Brown eyes found hers, a silent promise over the rise of her stomach that Vala was far from finished with her. She felt a finger enter her, and then a second, the tormenting tongue still flicking and twirling against her throbbing and overly-sensitive bud.

"P-please," she started, wincing when her voice cracked. Her throat was so dry.

"Hmm?" It was a vibration against her soaking flesh, and she gripped the duvet in tight fists.

"I-I can't...again. Too much. Oh...God..."

She resigned the ability to speak with a groan; hips lifting from the bed of their own volition as a third finger entered her, hard. She closed her eyes, biting her lip, and felt a tear slip out from under her lashes as Vala's lips closed around her clit, sucking and tugging until colors sparked behind her eyelids and a second orgasm rallied through her.

She was on fire, every nerve at attention and a rose color having spread over every inch of her normally fair skin. The fingers still moved, but the mouth had, thankfully, lifted from its previous task. She felt hair brush over her stomach and inhaled sharply, a spasm rolling through her.

Soft, sweet lips found hers again, and this time she could taste herself. It was not a foreign taste, as she'd kissed a man after he'd gone down on her before, but she'd always done so hesitantly. It had always seemed wrong, somehow. But now... Now she reached for the body draped over hers, both hands burying themselves in layers and layers of raven-dark hair.

She devoured the woman's mouth, gaining a growl of appreciation that barely registered. So intent was she suddenly to know everything. She wanted to taste herself. She wanted to be more than just a willing participant in this unexpected game. She wanted to experience everything this soft, feminine, virile creature had to offer her.

Vala's mouth broke from hers and they both panted, breathless. The hand between her legs stilled and pulled away, and Sam's blue eyes flared with lust as the brunette sat atop her, drawing each finger into her mouth with a moan, sucking every digit clean of her essence.

Sam shifted, awkwardly, juices trickling from inside her and trailing down her inner thighs, no doubt pooling on the bed covers, to be discovered later. Her breasts ached, nipples pulled taut and begging for something...anything...to release the tension.

Her hand slid over a mound and she sucked in her breath, reveling in the sharp jolt of pleasure as her thumb and forefinger found her nipple, pinching it roughly. Vala's eyes followed the movement and she smirked, her own hand, fingers wet from both her own saliva and Sam's arousal, finding her other breast and stroking maddening, damp trails around the aching center.

Sam felt the woman's weight shift, pausing her self-exploration only momentarily to see and feel Vala slide down until her wet pussy was pressed to one of her thighs. She watched, intrigued, as Vala's eyes fluttered shut, her mouth pouting open in a silent moan as she began to rock back and forth along her new toy.

Sam could feel the slip and slide of her arousal as it spread along her flesh, and she swallowed, hard, fingers once more plucking at the puckered tip she'd been neglecting. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen something so provocative. So...wanton. The small brunette alien, with whom she'd reluctantly formed a friendship, or at least camaraderie, of sorts, was thrusting her swollen sex along her thigh. And she was in no way apologetic for it.

She opened her eyes and licked her lips, stopping her movements only long enough to ask...no...tell...Sam to pull herself up, to sit with her back against the headboard. She then repositioned herself along the already wet thigh and ground down against it, hand holding the top of the headboard for support.

Sam slid her hands around the woman, stroking her back, drawing blunt nails down smooth, taut flesh. She dipped her head and sucked fervently at the hollow of Vala's neck, feeling the erratic pulse beneath her tongue and moaning as a knee and shin continuously bumped against her not-yet-satisfied heat.

She tugged on a veil of hair, causing one of the woman's hands to lose hold and making her tilt back. Sam's hungry eyes found her desired target, and the prey never had a chance. Lips and tongue and teeth ravaged both breasts, creating growls and groans of appreciation from the woman still thrusting against her leg. She felt Vala let go of the headboard with the other hand, fingers of both sliding into her hair and holding her to the vixen's chest.

She was intoxicated with the taste of Vala's skin, at once both slightly salty from mild perspiration, and spiced perfectly with an unknown flavor of oil. She knew she'd have to investigate further, maybe go through the woman's things the next time she was in her quarters. When they did this again. Because she sure as hell was not going to let this be a one time deal. There were still so many things she wanted to learn.

The thought never crossed her mind to turn back now. She was hooked.

By the labored breathing in her ear she knew her partner was close. And the infuriatingly unsynchronized movements of that knee and leg against her own pussy was enough to drive her insane. She released the nipple in her mouth, and with a grunt of finality she pushed Vala down to the bed, coming to rest on her elbows and knees between the woman's legs.

Shocked brown eyes regarded her suspiciously, and she found herself cocking an eyebrow and returning the smirk she'd received not so long ago.

"Turn about's fair play," she offered on a breathy sigh, head dipping to the soaking apex of the woman's thighs. She inhaled deeply, mouth nearly watering with a previously unknown passion for what lay before her.

Her tongue flicked out, drawing along the folds and delving inside the small, fluttering opening. Thighs tensed on either side of her head, hands again tangling in her hair as she licked and stroked and tasted. My God, what the hell had she been missing her whole life? Men were wonderful...all hard angles and hair-roughened, firm muscles. But this woman was...soft, smooth, and so, so incredibly eager for the touch of her tongue.

She moaned, letting her hand slip down between her own legs and stroke, drawing the tip of her middle finger in circles around her clit, body humming and pussy throbbing as she continued to feast on the tasty treat she was craving.

Vala broke first, already so close to climax she'd been murmuring pleas of release as she ground her pussy against Sam's face. And Sam was only too happy to oblige, sucking the tiny, swollen kernel of nerves between her lips and tonguing the tip, her lips stinging with the swell of blood required to create such suction.

Hips rose from the bed and nearly bucked her off, the arm across the woman's lower stomach the only thing saving Sam's teeth from being jarred out of her head. She worked her mouth faster, releasing the bud, tongue stroking along trembling, wet folds and thrusting inside the waiting, convulsing nether mouth as her finger drew a final circle around her clit, her own pussy bathed in pleasure.

She moaned her impending release against spasming flesh as she worked her fingers back and forth in a steady, determined, and experienced final rhythm. Fingertips grazed over roughened silk, pressing against the spot she knew could always make her come. The hands in her hair flexed and tightened, holding her in place to breathe in the scent of abandon as her orgasm teased her, just out of reach. Her hand grew weak and her knees gave out, forcing her to lay flat against the covers and thrust her pussy against her hand.

She felt Vala slip from underneath her arm, and then she was behind her, hair tickling her back, and her hands were lifting Sam's hips, pulling them upward from the bed, just enough to slip her own hand down Sam's stomach, around her hip as Sam herself had been doing.

"V-Vala..." she panted, unable to form a thought, much less complete a sentence. Her abused hand lay limp on the bed, and her face was turned, right cheek pressed to the duvet, in the crook of her other arm.

"Shh, Samantha," she heard the woman whisper. "I'll take care of you."

And she did, long, delicate and able fingers stroking and rubbing against and inside her. The palm of an experienced hand ground against her clit, two, and then three fingers thrusting knuckles-deep inside of her. She cried out, tears springing to her eyes once again as she felt her quivering, over-worked flesh explode in fiery release. She whimpered, mouth drier than before, and weakly moved her hips in circles, desperate for every ounce of pleasure this woman could bring her.

When finally the fingers stilled, and her body was allowed to settle onto the bed again, she lay motionless, but for the involuntary trembling she could no more prevent than anticipate. Vala stretched out beside her on her stomach, as well, head turned toward her recent recruit and eyes sparkling with what appeared to be concern, and respect, and not the look of smug achievement Sam had expected.

"Are you ok, Samantha?"

"I think so," she replied carefully, after closing her eyes for a moment and reminding herself to breathe. She was exhausted. God only knew how she was going to get up in a few hours for their pre-mission debriefing. She sighed, knowing it would be hard to keep a look of complete satisfaction, and possibly embarrassment, off her face as she met Vala's eyes over the briefing room table.

"You should get some rest," the woman told her, climbing off the bed and reaching for her clothes. "We have an early day."

She raised her head and watched silently as the brunette dynamo got dressed quickly, finishing by tugging her shirt down and tossing her abundance of hair over her shoulders as she regarded the woman on the bed. She cocked her head, smiling. Sam couldn't help but smile in return.

They held each other's eyes for a moment longer and then Sam broke contact, swallowing down words she was afraid she'd speak out loud, and at the same time, not really knowing everything she'd intended to say.

She got to her knees, pulling the bed covers down and slipping beneath them, leaving her shirt, shorts, and panties on the floor where they'd been tossed not an hour ago. She sat against the headboard, worrying her swollen lower lip, and holding the sheets over her chest with a tight grip.

"W-wait..."

The door was opened, and Vala turned back to look at her once more, eyes seeming to ask a question...one that Sam was at once terrified and desperate to answer. She scrunched her face, tears pooling again in her eyes as she struggled to speak. She clenched and released the fist she had made with her free hand, only part of her brain paying close enough attention to acknowledge the welts she'd left on her palm with her own nails.

She reached that hand out, silently asking the woman to come back...even if just for a moment. She didn't know what to say, or what she should say, but she knew that there was another way to express it.

Vala closed the door, slowly crossed back to the bed, and stood waiting. Sam traced the woman's arm, sliding fingers down to tug on her hand. She leaned forward, the sheets released as she reached to cup the back of Vala's head, other hand still clutching the woman's. Their lips met in another kiss, but this time it was not of passion. It was a thank you. A mutual agreement that Vala's sudden and random knock on her door in the middle of the night was both ok, and appreciated.

They'd both experienced something new that night, though Sam had no way of knowing that. She'd always viewed the alien woman as over-sexed and under-dressed. Her aggression in Sam's quarters that night, along with her very presence there, had only fueled Sam's suspicion that her friend and SGC neighbor had logged more than a few hours of woman on woman flight time in her career.

She didn't realize the intentions had actually been pure, or that Vala had cried herself to sleep, missing the father she so desperately wanted to have, although all outward appearances would indicate she was used to his absences and cheap forms of trickery and abandonment. She couldn't know the hurt that fueled the box of delicate and much-loved trinkets, or that the selfless gesture of friendship offered over a glass or two of wine was the first time Vala had truly felt she belonged somewhere. Anywhere.

And Vala didn't tell her. Sam pulled back from the soft kiss, eyes searching, and the seemingly strong and street-wise woman before her winked, straightened up, and squeezed the hand that held hers.

"Goodnight, Sam," she whispered, drawing her hand back and heading for the door again. She was into the hallway, closing the door behind her with a soft click before Sam could think of anything to say.

Instead she looked down at her hand, examining the welts and frowning. Her other hand was still sore, and she regarded it briefly. These were the hands of a soldier. Hands that had held more guns than she could count. Hands that had logged hours over enemy lines. Hands that had attacked, punched, scratched...and now, without her knowledge, had also healed.

She sighed, reaching for her light, and switched it off, curling onto her side and drawing the bedclothes up to her chin. She had a lot to think about, and comprehend, but it wouldn't be tonight. She was asleep not thirty seconds after her head had hit the pillow, utter exhaustion having kicked in not four hours before she needed to get up for work.

In her own bed the alien resident pulled out her treasure trove of gifts, staring at them and gently stroking the tokens of her father's guilt. She smiled, teary-eyed, letting one necklace in particular dangle from her fingers, catching the light. It was the one he'd given her last, before he'd run away again. The one she'd received while finally part of something much bigger than the family he'd given her. The one she treasured the most.

She kissed it, placing it back in the box and slipping her secret stash back under her bed. She turned out the light and curled into a ball, hugging her pillow.

"Thank you, Samantha Carter."