This is just a run-of-the-mill fluff piece; I did not only as practice and to break the ennui I seem to suffer, but also I drew some inspiration from the rise of Beachhead/Cover Girl parings on , while I don't have anything against the pairing (or anything pairing for that matter) or writers who write them, I try avoid what I sometimes consider clichéd (i.e. Duke/Scarlett, Flint/Lady J, Snake-Eyes/Scarlett, etc)
I wrote this merely as an exercise as I working on Jungle Trap Mk II. This was also sitting in my HD from sometime as I was hit with a long stretch of ennui.
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Toshimichi Suzuki and Kenichi Sonoda created Bubblegum Crisis
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"Babe, I'm home!" Priss called out to her lover as she walked in tossing her rucksack aside. Grateful to be home, she could not stand another day in the jungle with Recondo, Beachhead, Outback and Pathfinder. Smelling her own body odor and sweating from the heat and humidity were bad enough, but the combined BO of three other male Joes and Beachhead's was enough to make her throw up and then there was Outback's litany about bringing her iPod along was enough to drive her nuts.
Cover Girl emerged from the Kitchenette to see her lover back from a 3 week mission, and thoughts of 'joint operations' entered her mind. "Phew!" She exclaimed as she got a whiff of Priss, "Priss, you stink."
"Of course I stink; I just spent 3 weeks in the jungles of Southeast Asia looking for Cobra. It's not exactly Club Med." Priss sarcastically told her lover. "Come on Courtney I'm tired."
"Well," She smiled sweetly, "If you'll be a good girl and take a shower. I might have something special waiting for you." She laughed with gentle amusement as she watched Priss literately run and strip at the same time on her way to the shower.
After spending in an hour in the shower and at least 5 more minutes brushing her teeth, she felt much more human than she had in 3 weeks. Walking into her room, only wearing a bath robe, she saw her gorgeous lover lying seductively on their bed only wearing a jersey nightshirt. She laid on her side and her left arm propping her head, she had the shirt positioned off her right shoulder and her right knee extended out to give Priss a nice view of her thigh. "Now, don't you feel better?" She asked her voice dripping with seduction. Ever since she and Priss became lovers she learned how push all her buttons and quickly get her aroused. Approaching the bed, she got on all fours on the mattress, reaching her the love of her life; Priss gave her a long, passionate open mouth kiss. Their tongues danced around in each other's mouths tasting each other saliva. "Oh Priss," Cover Girl said with jagged breath.
Cover Girl reached out and untied the stash around Priss' robe. Pulling the garment off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor, she never got tired of the sight of Priss' body, very lean and muscular with a pair of firm, round breasts. Priss groaned in pleasure as her lover massaged and rubbed her breasts. "Fuckin' A, Courtney, you know how turn me on!"
Priss got Cover Girl on her back, continuing to kiss her on the lips with intense passion, her hands roaming and caressing her lover's still clothed body before reaching underneath and pulling the jersey nightshirt off her. Cover Girl gazed at Priss as her lover still admired her nude body; she was deeply in love with the red-eyed Knight Saber for a variety of reasons: Priss once quipped that there was no way in hell either of them could get pregnant. Priss never talked about their sex life to tothers even when drunk. But it was a level of intimacy she has never experienced before it was something so beautiful, she could never put into words. In her life she has had her heart played with, the men she dated regarded her as bragging rights that they made it with a model or as arm candy. As Priss continued to kiss her on the lips and neck, Cover Girl's hands ran over the muscles of Priss' back and shoulders to her upper arms. Her tattoo of the 101st airborne emblem prominently displayed on her upper right arm. A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as Priss moved down and paid special attention to her lover's firm breast. "Oh god, Priss please don't stop!" Cover Girl moaned.
Two laid in bed sweaty and content wrapped in each other's arms except Priss had one hand gently messaging the area in-between Cover Girl's thighs. To which she gave off a satisfied moan. "Priscilla," Cover Girl used Priss' full first name. Only Sylia and she were allowed to call her Priscilla anyone else would be taking their teeth home in Ziploc bag. "Can I ask you something and I want an honest answer."
"What is it, babe?" Priss asked worried by how the question was phrased.
"Why do you love me?"
Priss thought that was a stupid question. Did she really need a reason to love outside of she just does? But the more she thought about it, the more prepared her answer. "I love because you're smart. You're beautiful. You're hottest piece of ass, I've ever known. Most importantly you accepted me for who I am." Priss said with sadness creeping into voice as she was always disregarded or thought of as failure.
Cupping Priss' chin in-between her thumb and forefinger Cover Girl brought Priss close to kiss her on the lips.
"Why do you love me, Courtney?"
"Why?" Cover Girl started looking in her lover's red eyes, "Because you're beautiful. You're sexy. You make me laugh. You're courageous, almost fearless. Even though I really hate the cliché, you are my knight in shining armor. You're passionate when we make love; yet you're also the most gentle and tender person I've ever met."
"Thank you, Courtney," Priss whispered pressing her forehead against her lover's. "That means a lot to me."
"My pleasure, my love."
A wicked smile then grew on Priss' face, "Ready for round 2?"
"Always."
"You wanted see us, Boss?" Priss asked as she and Cover Girl walked into Sylia's office. A feeling of embarrassment came to the two as Sylia waited for them with a document in her hand.
"Not really but," she answered, then she pointed to the two chairs before her desk, "take a seat" Watching the two women take a seat before her she breathed out a sigh and presented the document to them on her desk. "The entire company has signed a petition for your room to be soundproofed."
"Were we that loud, Sylia?" Cover Girl asked incredulously
"Oh yeah," Sylia answered matter-of-factly. "So much so that it caused Timber, Junkyard and Order to start yowling," Sylia shot Priss a look noticing the Knight Saber quietly chuckling. "But I did derive a small bit of sadistic humor from all this.
"Oh?" Priss asked.
"Yes, I heard through the grapevine that your, how should I say it, over-the-top love-making…."
"More like fucking like sex-starved monkeys…."
Leaning against the arm of her chair, Sylia rubbed the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger and gave an exasperated sigh at the mental image Priss gave. "Charming, but I was looking for a more tactful description. But as I was saying, I heard that your more than vocal 'imitate relations' made both Shipwreck and Clutch cry. From what I heard, you two were getting more action than either of them had with a woman in an entire month."
"Cool, while I'm doing the horizontal mambo with Courtney, the best those two idiots can do is play a few rounds of spank the monkey!" Priss laughed.
Sylia leaned against her desk rubbing her temples while Priss continued laughing. Sylia on the other hand was given the worse mental image she could contemplate. "Priss…" she growled her patience wearing very thin.
"Darling," Cover Girl placed her hand on top of Priss' as she looked to her lover with a gentle tone in her voice, "Please, you're about to give Sylia a stroke or a heart attack at least, there is no need to be so crude."
"Sorry, Boss,"
"I'll wait and see if I have any nightmares before I forgive you," Sylia joked. "In spite of your alternative 'R&R' I'm very happy on how your relationship has turned out."
"So are we, Sylia," Priss said, looking affectionately at Cover Girl, giving her hand a gentle squeeze then turning back to Sylia. "I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life."
"You deserve it Priss. But for time being can you keep your certain activities to a minimum?"
"No promises, Sylia," Courtney smiled
Later that evening, Priss and Cover Girl laid in their bed cuddling, enjoying the simple pleasure of being in each other arms and just talk. "What's so funny, Darling?" Cover Girl asked noticing the amused look on Priss' face.
"The thought of Shipwreck and Clutch depressed because we have a better love life than either of them."
"C'est la vie, my Love."
"We could ask them to join us," Priss wickedly joked to her lover.
"You do and I'll kill you." She answered back in a mock threatening tone, "I'm not sharing you with anyone." Cover Girl planted a passionate kiss on Priss' lips. She really loved cuddling her lover, because it wasn't full blown sex, it was still expressing their love for each other and she saw the gentle and tender nature of Priss' personality come out. Cover Girl would forever be indebted to Sylia for bringing her and Priss together.
"It could be worse."
"Oh?"
"You could have had a relationship with Beachhead."
"That's even worse. Besides," she whispered as she stroked Priss' cheek and hair, "you're much more fun than him, Darling, and at times cuter, and most of the time sexier. Now shut up and kiss me."
"Yes babe," Priss obeyed. "You know there is still time to ask Sylia if she's up for a threesome."
"No, Priss. I'm not sharing you with anyone!"
"Thought I ask babe." Priss grinned.