Title: Accidentally on Purpose
Author: MGO/Sephirothflame
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Tamara "TJ" Johansen x Camille Wray
Warning(s): Femmeslash, adult situations
Spoiler(s): 1.04, "Darkness", I think.
Prompt(s): Fyrewyre's kink meme on LJ. Anon asked for some TJ/Camille femmeslash. :)
Word Count: 537
Rants: I'm partial to TJ/Lisa, TJ/Chloe and Camille/Sharon myself, but the prompt looked so lonely. :(
Disclaimer: Stargate Universe still doesn't belong to me. Telford, though, I'm kidnapping.
TJ isn't entirely sure how it happened. She remembers being upset, something about Colonel Young and deciding to end it with him because he still loved his wife and Camille had been kind to her, had listened to her.
Soft smiles had been shared, hands brushed against together on accident, and something must have been in the water because for some reason, it seemed like a very good idea for TJ to kiss Camille. As surprising as it was, Camille kissed back.
The next part was a blur – they were clutching each other desperately, hands struggling to undress the other as fast as possible as mouths moved together tasting, exploring.
It was different, and wrong, but TJ had learned long ago that it didn't mean she was going to want something any less just because she wasn't allowed to have it. It was usually the opposite in fact.
Camille was difficult to read, TJ wasn't entirely sure what to kiss, where to touch, but she'd been a female her entire life and she knew what she liked, so it wasn't much of a stretch to assume Camille would be too different.
She smelled better than Colonel Young, than any man in general could, and was all soft curves where TJ was used to hard lines. She didn't mind though, not really, not when Camille's fingers were teasing her, buried inside her to the knuckle and lips were pressed against her throat.
TJ was an open book when it came to things like this, and Camille seemed to take advantage of that fact. TJ was writhing beneath her, moaning, begging, and Camille was more than willing to oblige. Her lips were trailing down TJ's body, her tongue teasing every available patch of skin until she'd mapped out TJ's entire body.
Camille had done this before. TJ knew that, everyone knew that she had a girlfriend, a partner back home. No one said anything, and no one cared. But there was a difference between knowing Camille had done this before and knowing Camille had done this before.
Her breath was hot on TJ's thighs, and it was only a matter of time before she came, bucking and shuddering, trembling underneath Camille's touch. She reached for the darker haired woman, pulled her in for a desperate kiss, running her hands up and down her body before slipping between her thighs.
Camille moaned into the kiss, before resting her head on TJ's shoulder, trembling as TJ stroked and teased, running her fingers up and down and inside of her. Camille made a pathetic sound in the back of her throat before collapsing atop of TJ, pulling her over so they were lying on their sides, face to face.
Camille was searching her face for something, some familiarity. Sharon must have done something, said something, but TJ didn't know what to do or say. She leaned towards Camille, pressing her lips against the other woman's softly, and Camille returned the kiss.
"TJ," Camille said, touching the blonde's cheek gently.
"You don't have to say it," TJ replied, smiling sadly. She brought her fingers to touch Camille's lips gently, tracing them, before leaning in to kiss them one last time.