02-May-2000
revised 02-Jan-2006
Title: Fighting Partnership
Author: Cutter
Notes: This fic was written under the influence of a sunburn and extreme fatigue. You have been warned. It takes place in no particular time, really.
Warnings: Yuri lemon. In other words, two women having graphic sex. Again, you have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sally or Noin. More's the pity.
Sally was a patient person.
Well, no, not really, but she could certainly be patient when the circumstances demanded it.
Or at least, this was what she'd begun to tell herself. Honestly, Sally was starting to think she had the patience of a veritable saint, if you measured by her friendship with Lucrezia Noin. A strong woman, a brilliant pilot, and a wonderful ally--yes, Noin was those things, and Sally liked her a great deal for them. However, the woman also had a certain habit which would have driven Buddha himself crazy.
It was this habit which was wearing on Sally Po now. She'd managed all right for quite a while, but in recent weeks it was beginning to grate even on her. They had been grounded for the last few days because of a problem with their aircraft, and yesterday had been particularly bad. Well, okay, in all honesty, Noin wasn't the only person pissing her off. In fact, there was a rapidly-growing list. But with Noin it was worse, because she actually cared about Noin and therefore didn't couldn't really enjoy being mad at her. If this didn't stop soon, though...
Sally shook her head, realizing she'd been stewing again. Periods of inaction did that to her. Her Preventers unit was currently was out of commission until the completion of the necessary repairs. Howard was handling those. He was one of the few men she could trust to get it right without supervision, so maybe she ought to try going for a workout to lift the bad mood. Much as she didn't like to admit it, this was one of those situations where she was probably in the way here in the hangar anyway.
Resolved, she walked toward the room she was sharing with Noin while they were on the ground. I'll just change my clothes, get my running shoes, and go out for a nice long jog. No cure for irritability like a good run.
It was a good plan, as plans go, but Fate wasn't with her. Just as she opened the door,
she heard it again. That little sigh, accompanied by a murmured "Zechs... "
It wouldn't bother me so much if she weren't muttering that constantly, Sally mused. And if it weren't so clear that Zechs was abysmally dim-witted in the love department and was never going to come settle down with her. Guy's half off his rocker anyway... can't see what Noin sees in him...
"Zechs... I'll wait." Noin, looking out the window in a rapture of martyrdom and unrequited love, didn't seem to notice that Sally had entered.
What?! 'I'll WAIT'?! I can't believe this! Sally slammed the door shut, fuming. That's IT! I can't sit by and watch anymore. This ends NOW!
"Noin." She never used the name 'Lucrezia,' believing along with its owner that it was one of the most horrid appellations a woman had ever been cursed with.
"Oh!" The purple-haired pilot stood up quickly. "Hi, Sally, I didn't hear you come in. How are you?"
"Frustrated," Sally replied.
"Frustrated? Why?"
"Well, let's make a list, shall we? First, Howard's guys haven't finished fixing our equipment yet, and it's been three DAYS. Second, I had to listen to Wufei rant at me for two HOURS yesterday. And he can't even remember to call me 'Sally'! 'Woman' this, 'Woman' that. . . . Third, and most annoying, I have had to listen to you muttering about Zechs, a man who can't commit to you, can't see you love him, and furthermore can't even decide on his own goddamned NAME, every other minute for the past I don't even know how long. What's it going to take for you to realize he can't give you what you want? And finally, I am not getting any, and with the way you're moping, it looks like I won't BE getting any until sometime in the next millennium!"
Having finished, Sally felt much better. She gave a satisfied sigh, at peace with the world once more. Wow, I guess there is a cure better than running. Maybe I just needed to vent.
Noin, on the other hand, did not seem to know what to do with this information.
"I... you... but... ." Suddenly, it seemed to occur to her to be angry, and so she was. "You... you have no right to say those things about Zechs and I! We're different... it's hard... Zechs is... ." The longer she went on, the more enraged she seemed to become. She continued to splutter for awhile, but realized she wasn't being articulate enough for it to really help her argument, and eventually settled for slapping her friend hard across the cheek.
NOW we're getting somewhere, Sally thought joyfully as she slapped back. Patience was all well and good, but there were times for action. I do so love strong women.
The fight quickly degenerated from the verbal to the physical, as fights do. At some point it resolved itself into wrestling. They rolled and tussled on the floor for a long time, evenly matched, until Noin started to fight dirty (hair-pulling) and managed to distract Sally long enough to pin her to the ground in a strong hold. Sweat covered her face, neck, and arms from the exertion, and her tank top stuck to her like it was molded to her body, a fact which Sally was not unappreciative of. Noin did, after all, have a rather nice chest.
Both women were breathing heavily, and it was awhile before Noin caught her breath and the scattered pieces of her train of thought enough to pant, "Sally... don't... ever talk... about my business... like that. And what... does YOUR not getting any... have to do with ME?" Every few words were punctuated by deep, sucking breaths. Noin's hair had fallen into her eyes, and she desperately wanted to brush it away, but was too wary to give up her hold on Sally. She wanted answers.
Unexpectedly, Sally smiled. Then she quite deliberately lifted her head and bit, hard, on the flesh of Noin's inner elbow. Noin screeched, startled, and it was enough for Sally to break the hold and flip her over onto her back, pinned to the floor. I've already come this far. I might as well go for broke. "I want you," she said.
Noin found herself trapped by Sally's eyes, glittering dangerously and with something she recognized but didn't want to identify. "You can't mean that... ." She discovered that she was out of breath, even though her respiration should've returned to normal by then. Sally's body was in contact with hers, all along the line from chest to feet. Her arms were trapped against the sides of her head, and she felt Sally's weight on top of her and Sally's knee insinuated firmly between her legs. "You want me?" I don't understand... .
"Yes," replied Sally, deliberately. "I want you. And I'm sick of waiting." Totally in control, and with perfectly even breathing, she brought her head down the bare inches that separated their faces and kissed Noin savagely on the mouth, almost ripping at her lips. Noin struggled, trying to squirm away, but couldn't. So she used the only weapon available to her. She bit Sally's lip.
Hard.
"Why you little... " Sally's eyes flashed with something undefinable, and Noin felt a hot rush of petty satisfaction as the other woman turned her head to the side and spat a drop of blood on the ground. "You know," she said, almost conversationally, "I've always been very fond of women as fearless as you, Noin."
Fond of women... she always did seem like the dykish type, actually... . Suddenly, it occurred to her with alarming presence that this was actually happening. This is real. This is real. It's not a joke. Sally's really doing this. To me. Fear, and something utterly foreign coursed through her at the realization. No, if she was honest, it wasn't totally foreign to her; she'd just never experienced it quite this strongly... and never with anyone but Zechs. Oh god... .
Sally bent down and kissed her again, and she began to feel light-headed. I want her to stop... but her weight on top of me... so comforting... and her lips... . Wait! I'm don't like women that way! Do I? I mean, I've always identified more with men... women can sometimes be so weak... but then, sometimes they're the best company, aren't they? Men can be such idiots... Sally's not weak at all... .
Seeming to pick up on the wandering of her attention, Sally very deliberately ground the knee between her legs upward into her crotch, and Noin was brought shatteringly back into the present situation with a moan. I... did I just feel that? Nothing could feel like that! I... ohhhh... I like this... I like this?!
Sally began licking at her lower lip purposefully, and Noin forgot for a moment that she was supposed to be trying to escape. Her mouth seemed to open against her own will, and Sally's tongue was instantly there, in so deep she thought she would gag on it... . Then it started to move, swiping, probing at every recess of her mouth and--hot hot hot hot hot--it plunged, demanding, impossibly in and in as if Sally was trying to drive her head into the floor in her urgency and Noin felt she was being filled, invaded, and then it pulled back into something more normal and calmer and then it was good, so good... . She was kissing back... . Was she supposed to enjoy it this much? My god, what am I doing? What about Zechs? And this... she's forcing me... no matter what I feel, this way, it's just... wrong... .
Sally chose that moment to pull back for air, and for a second Noin felt empty. Sally was looking down at her, with an almost questioning expression on her face. Her eyes challenged, and Noin read them clearly. Well? they said.
And... this really was her friend, after all. The same familiar Sally she knew. You stopped... stopped when you held all the cards, had all the power. I know you. You're not trying to hurt me. If I asked you to right now, you'd get up off me, and you'd apologize. So, what then? You just wanted to get my attention?
Noin was vaguely surprised at how clearly she could read her friend's face without ever realizing she'd learned to. But then, Sally had been her bulwark, ever since they'd met, and the best friend Noin had ever had, except Zechs. Zechs... .
The challenge in Sally's eyes was still there, waiting to be answered. Zechs... Sally... So many years of questions, so much allegiance--but also this other allegiance, this new desire.
Only a little bit afraid of the future it would bring her, Noin made her decision. Zechs isn't here. And... I'm not a fool. Deep down, I know. Zechs is never going to be here. She strained her neck, reaching up from the floor, and kissed Sally lightly.
Sally looked down at her for a brief instant before curving her lips in a feral grin and pinning Noin to the floor again. Noin was content to surrender unconditionally beneath her, opening her mouth to meet hers, and when Sally's knee forced itself even harder against her crotch and her legs were forced wider, she groaned helplessly and wrapped her shaking thighs around Sally's leg, squeezing tightly. As she rubbed up against her... friend? lover? partner?, searching for friction, the only thought floating through her mind that would stay long enough to be understood was I guess I do like women that way... .
The kissing seemed to go on forever, both women breathlessly exploring faces and necks, and Noin had had no idea she could feel this hot under someone's talented mouth; every inch of her skin was burning and she had itches she couldn't describe in places she usually ignored. After an indeterminate period of time, Sally seemed to decide it was safe to let go of the hands she held captive, and proceeded to trail one of her now-free hands down the side of Noin's neck, using the other to stroke against her clothed abdomen. Noin's toned muscles jumped and she tried to remember how to breathe. Everything was wet, sweat-slicked; her tongue slid over and under Sally's and Sally's hands were somehow at her waist, pushing her shirt slowly up, up... .
I can't believe she's letting me do this. I mean, I knew the chemistry was there... that she could... but I never really believed she would... and she seems to be enjoying herself... . Sally laughed into Noin's throat and continued to push her tank top up along her body, revealing tanned but still-white skin inch by inch until it bunched up just below her breasts. Both women had the same habit of forgoing bras in the summer unless in a battle situation, and she could see the curved outlines of Noin's loose breasts clearly through the thin shirt.
Noin continued to thrash weakly beneath Sally's body until she felt two knees spreading her apart, her shirt being suddenly yanked up to her shoulders, and hands running over her newly-exposed breasts. Wha... ? I feel... something... An inarticulate cry tore out of her throat as fingers began to stroke her, thumbs running over her nipples, so hard they were almost painful, and a skilled, hot tongue began to travel down her neck. "Oh... ohhhhh... ." It felt like everything and nothing, Sally's fingers tracing around her nipples, stroking, then--ohhh-- squeezing her left breast in one hand. All her nerves were in her breast, and all the world was in Sally's calloused, perfect hand, and dimly she was aware of the feeling she'd had before, one of discomfort in her panties. Sally squeezed the other breast in rhythm and rolled her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, licking the hollow of her collarbone. Good, so good... . All Noin could do was mindlessly spread her legs for her lover--yes, there was no doubt now--and suddenly she realized what it was, the feeling, and shuddered as she felt her panties soaking wet and soiled, rubbing against her.
"Sally... Sally, I... oh god... ." She rolled her head back and forth as Sally's mouth made its way down the center of her chest, painting a wet line as it delved deep into the hollow between her breasts. Sally took a moment, spellbound, to bury her nose in that forbidden place... musky, damp, like a garden or a jungle... she had always loved breasts. She nuzzled Noin's a little, rubbing her nose against her catlike as she sniffed her scent.
Noin panted and lay motionless. Teeth scraped over her breasts, bit down on sensitive nerves, threatened to undo her. Then Sally's tongue darted out again, and teased at a nipple. She moaned.
Pleased, Sally leaned down and captured the erect nipple in her mouth, sucking. Noin knew that was what babies did, what breasts were for, but she had never been suckled, and could not even begin to describe the feeling. Her breath came in hoarse, shallow gasps and she was aware in the foggy recesses of her brain that she was going to explode. Briefly, she closed her eyes and considered the idea of Zechs doing this to her, his mouth on her in this intimate way, and discovered that she could not imagine it. She was in pleasure-induced shock, lying still on the hard floor of their room. Sally's mouth left her right nipple and she cried out in loss until it latched firmly down on her left...
... and clamped down brutally with its teeth.
"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?!" Noin screeched, liquified muscles coming alive as she kneed Sally in the stomach and heaved her across the room, then sat up and cradled her breast protectively against the pain.
Sally laughed. "Got you back," she said cryptically. "What the hell are you being so passive for? If you're just so blitzed you can't do anything but lie there, well, I appreciate the compliment, but you know what? I don't buy it. That's not how you really are."
Noin was staring at her like she was a madwoman. "What are you talking about?"
"You and I are an equal partnership, Noin. I'm not making love to someone who's not burning as hot as I'm burning, and I don't do all the work, either. I don't want somebody whose attention is wandering. I want to fuck Noin, Lucrezia Noin, and not some paper doll without initiative. You're a born a fighter, a tiger! And I'm not Zechs Marquise, or Peacecraft, or whoever the hell he is, and you do not have to play the sweet, accepting woman that takes whatever scraps I toss out. I don't do things, or people, that way." She folded her arms over her chest and looked at Noin, challenging once again.
Why does she think... ? Noin wondered, still a little dazed from pleasure and fury. And then she saw. I have been doing that... . She had never once doubted her own power or lost it to anyone, but she had willingly surrendered it again and again. With Zechs, ever since I met him, it was always be quiet and sweet and understanding and take whatever he could give me. I took it all and I was glad... but it wasn't enough. And now, with Sally... I was doing it again and I didn't even know I was doing it; letting her rule me and just taking it. It's such a habit... but is that my true nature? Was I born that way?
Noin rocked back a little on her heels, stunned. No, she realized wonderingly, No, it's not. It's just that after I met him, somehow all these years I... and I fucking gave up first at the academy for him! How could I have been so stupid? "Sally... ." But what is in my nature? she wondered. She asked herself the question and received no answer. What do I want to do, right now? I... I am a fighter. I want to... be with her... I want to feel fire... I want a mouth on my breast again... I want to struggle... I want hands everywhere on my body... I want to make her feel what I'm feeling... I want... .
Casting about, she finally struck on something that seemed true to her, natural. She... she's so good to me... I want to make her feel good... my best friend... . She tore off the tank top that had been hopelessly tangled about her shoulders and threw it into a corner. And then she pounced. She flew across the room with a wordless battle cry and knocked Sally back on the ground, surging up to take her lips and thoroughly frenching her.
When Sally was finally released from the kiss, she was a little dizzy. "You're back," she mumbled.
"I'm back, but can you handle me?" Noin stripped her of her button-down shirt with fingers steady for the first time in ages.
"I think so," Sally said, and smirked.
After that, everything fell into place. They rolled recklessly across the room before clambering into one of the beds, shedding clothes and histories and it was less like sex and more like a battle between two evenly matched, ferocious partners. Somewhere in the background, there was also the sound of Lucrezia Noin chanting "thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you," pulling a naked Sally roughly down to her and playfully kissing the palms of her hands, her elbows, her stomach before rolling on top of her. So sweet... skin against skin like this... I never even imagined something this good... never even considered... .
And then Sally was looking up at the beautiful woman she'd had her eye on since they'd met wearing nothing but a pair of thoroughly soaked panties and a sheen of sweat. Why didn't I ever do this before? I don't think I've ever enjoyed a lover as much as I enjoy her, want her, love her... .
The panties were gone quickly, and then Noin was on her back again, a softness between her legs as Sally pressed kisses onto the inside of each thigh, grinning as she groaned and bucked wildly. The feeling in her groin was so sharp now it was like a pain, and she almost wanted to fight back, but there were times for strategic surrender and this was one of them.
"Ah... ahhhhh... ." yes more more more up keep going up up more yes Noin was unable even to think coherently. She didn't even know what she wanted, but part of her was screaming to her that whatever it was, whatever climax there could be to this, it was coming. This closeness... so right... touching like this... don't stop never stop... .
And then, without warning, it was there, and Noin didn't understand why her body didn't fly apart into little shards to shoot across the room like a broken windowpane. Sally... never felt like this before... what is this... tongue lips heaven wet heaven stroke heaven clit heaven heaven heaven She felt as if the rough tongue that stroked her so impossibly, so immediately was the world, and she wanted to take the world into herself, deep inside. And then with the tongue were two fingers, and she did.
When the world came into focus a little later, Sally Po and Lucrezia Noin were sprawled over one bed in a small room, limbs tangled and hair matted with perspiration. Noin remembered the feeling between her legs right before the world exploded, and realized she had just experienced the first orgasm of her life... and she hadn't been thinking of Zechs. In fact, I don't think I'm going to be thinking of him terribly often from now on. I've got... better things to think about.
She grabbed Sally's face with both hands and yanked her up to eye-level, kissing her hard enough to bruise. She wanted, more than anything, for Sally to feel as good as she herself felt. She moved downward and latched onto a nipple with her mouth, and Sally was gasping hard enough to hurt her throat, and Sally was whispering "push me over." And so she did.
Much better things.
"Sally?"
Repressed giggles.
"Oh Saaaaallyyyyyy... anybody home in there?"
Sally made an effort to make some sort of noise that wasn't a laugh, but only managed something between a giggle and a snort. Still, it represented progress, since so far every time she'd opened her mouth to say anything she'd thought Noin just fucked me, and started giggling so hard no words would come out. It was lucky she didn't put much stock in being dignified, because otherwise she might be somewhat embarrassed that the first thing she'd done after coming was bury her head underneath a pillow and begin laughing uncontrollably.
Noin, of course, found this highly amusing. "So, 'frustrated,' huh?" she said, raising one eyebrow.
"Uh-huh," Sally wheezed, fighting off another attack of the giggles.
"Wow, I've never heard you laugh like this before." Noin's voice held something like wonder. "You must've been repressing this forever."
The chortling was finally beginning to die down, and she managed to regain some control. "Well, I am a patient person, you know."
There was a pause.
"You mean, in the same way that I'm a passive person?"
"Yes," Sally nodded solemnly, "exactly like that." Giggle.
"Right." This time Noin was laughing, too. "So you're very patient until you snap and decide to screw me."
"I said I was patient! That doesn't mean I wasn't frustrated! Periods of inactivity do that to me."
"Me too," said Noin, looking at her partner--her first equal partner--and smiling. Sally smiled back.
It had been a long period of inactivity.
But it was over now.
The End
(:./cutter/fight)
