2002
Title: Drive
Author: Cutter
Notes: This is a response to the GW snog fic challenge, sort of sequel to 'Equals'.
Disclaimers and Warnings: The Cutter standard.
dracostella made me do it.
Dedications: To Noin's tank top. Because, wow.
For once, she was in the driver's seat.
It was just a small ship, and Noin was sleepy; otherwise Sally would've been stuck as copilot at best. She no longer bothered to deny this to herself (or to anyone else, really--most of the time). Still... it was nice, this feeling of control. She didn't get it these days as often as she used to.
Sally glanced over at the woman in the seat next to her. She'd been asleep the entire trip, and their cargo plane of Preventers-collected medical supplies had passed the Toriate outpost already. L2 would come into sight soon. When it did, this brief interlude would end. These controls would no longer press against the pads of her fingers; no longer would the thrum of the ship's engine settle at the base of her spine in quite this way.
She was thrumming nicely.
Sally debated waking Noin.
Then again, they weren't quite there yet.
And the joystick fit perfectly in her hands.
Hmmm.
20 minutes until they reached L2.
Probably she should wake Noin. Noin had said to wake her when their destination was in sight, and L2 had been in sight for a good ten minutes now.
She really should wake her.
Sally sighed. It was true. If she didn't, Noin would be Displeased. And she had promised, hadn't she? No matter how much she was enjoying the drive... she programmed the coordinates into the auto-pilot (she could've come all the way here autopilot, but where was the fun in that?), switched it on, and leaned over to begin the dangerous process of awakening her girlfriend.
Poised in a sort of suspension halfway between rising and falling, hovering halfway above the sleeping woman, she paused. Noin's jacket was undone, falling away from the tank top she wore underneath. From Sally's current angle, she could see a little below the neckline. The slight inner curve that swelled into breast; the tiny movement of air passing in and out of lungs that were strong for screaming. The light sheen of sweat there, in the beloved space between.
Something clicked.
It was a natural extension of what she had felt with her fingers on the controls of the plane.
This control, these fingers.
This feeling.
These lips.
Noin started awake, choking, wild. Sally's kiss only grew more aggressive; before her lover had time to know what had hit her, Sally was straddling her hips, pinning her to the seat, one hand down the front of her shirt.
A pleasant interval of struggling passed. Noin was a fighter; despite a few wanderings, she always had been. Her ferocity as an opponent was not something that sleepiness could erase. Gradually, however, the thrust of Sally's tongue was met with more interest than indignance. Hands that had been pushing her off were suddenly clutching at her. Noin's neck was just like it should be: hot and damp. Somehow--it was all a little blurred--the tank top had made its way to the other side of the cockpit.
"Is this what I... get for... letting you... fly the--nnn--plane...? " came a series of gasps from the writhing woman below her.
"Well, you know what they say," Sally growled, unholy grin still on her face. "Give a girl an inch... "
Oh, dear. That would probably leave a mark, wouldn't it? Well, it wasn't like anyone on their crew had never seen a hickey before.
"You're... loving it, aren't... you... "
Sally decided to let the autopilot take care of things for a few more minutes.
After all, she was already in the driver's seat.
The End
There was a 600-800 word rule for the contest, and it was a bitch with this one. I'm still not sure how I feel about trussing it up to meet that requirement. I don't think it wanted to be more than 554... but at any rate, here's the 618 version. Hope it was enjoyable!
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