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One
”Behavioral effects only,” she’d said, tilting Tina’s chin up with two fingers, pin light flicking from one set of blown pupils to the next. ”Should resolve within the next twelve to eighteen hours with rest.”
Still, Tina had made the call. Quarantine protocol. Her cabin. Both of them, until the compound fully cleared their systems.
Nobody argued. Nobody quite met her eyes either.
The door sealed behind them with a soft click.
And Tina turned.
Bette was already looking at her.
”Captain–” she started.
But Tina crossed the room before the thought finished, hand at Bette’s throat, pulse wild against her palm.
”You’ve been calling me Captain all day,” she whispered, licking her lips. ”You can stop now.”
Bette’s eyes widened. ”Then what do you–”
”Tina.” She tightened her grip, ”Go on… say it.”
Bette’s eyes fluttered shut. ”Tina,” she managed.. breathless.
”I’ve waited so fucking long for this, Porter,” she confessed. ”Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me?”
”Yes,” Bette groaned. ”You’ve been doing the same to me.”
That was all Tina needed to hear.
She kissed Bette the way she’d always wanted to.. hard and soft and devastatingly thorough, while Bette kissed her back just as desperately. The sounds they made into each other’s mouths were the kind the Artemis’s walls would keep to themselves. Hands fisted in fabric, pulling, dragging, like proximity alone could fuse them once and for all.
Tina walked her backward, one step at a time, gaze never breaking, until the couch stopped them. Then her hand eased from her throat and traveled down, pressing flat against her sternum.
For a moment, she just stayed there. Let her feel it.
Then, with a smirk, gave her one.. small.. Push.
Bette went down instantly, folding back onto the cushions with a soft thump and a surprised exhale.
Tina didn’t give her a second to recover. She lifted her legs from the arm of the couch, swung them around, and straddled her, both knees sinking into the leather on either side of her hips, caging her there.
Then her hands found Bette’s wrists and pinned them above her head against the back of the couch in one fluid motion. The position arched her spine, lifted her chest, left her throat completely bare.
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If this is a stand alone I really enjoyed it, but if you are going to continue it was a very exciting way to begin a new fic. I also like that Tina is The Captain this time. Long time Star Trek fan