Title: Scratching the Itch
Rating: M for sexual situations. Kiddos turn back now.
Category: Het. Not-quite sex pollen trope
Pairings: Davenport/Goddard
Notes: No infringement intended. I don't own Space Cases, but I miss it a lot. Sorry/not sorry; there's just something decidedly not Y7 about Spung!Davenport and Spung!Goddard. This is an episode tag for "Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Court" that took an...interesting turn. I'll be int he box of shame
Scratching the Itch
Chapter 1
Miss Davenport and Commander Goddard walked slowly through the corridors in an awkward silence. It was agreed that everyone needed time to recuperate after turning into Spung. Rosie had scanned the crew in the Med Lab and concluded that everyone was back to normal, as far as she could tell. But the stress of the transformation process left everyone feeling a little disoriented, especially the two adults, so they headed in the direction of their respective quarters for some rest.
Davenport unintentionally matched Goddard's strides as she walked alongside him. She didn't remember much of what transpired earlier, and her memory loss left her feeling anxious and eager to apologize for her actions. The students convinced her there was no real harm done and left it at that.
She glanced over at Goddard and suddenly felt her cheeks flush. Fractured, distorted memories from the day flashed through her mind. The only clear ones were those of Seth's Spung features and the way his eyes had silently beckoned her to acquiesce to the transformation and let go of all rational thought. No one had ever looked at her that way before.
Davenport swallowed the lump in her throat. Of course she'd been cooped up on the Christa for a while, so she rationalized it was only natural for her to feel frustrated even in the sexual sense of the term. What puzzled her was her sudden inability to shake such an intense physical need for another person, and a colleague at that! It was something she once considered undignified and inappropriate that now seemed to excite her.
T.J.'s lips curved into a sultry smile, and Goddard caught her leering. He locked eyes with her, and they stopped walking.
Goddard's head ached. He knew that look, but he never dreamed he'd see it on T.J. Davenport's face. Her eyes were darkened, her pupils blown, and she was daring him to surrender to his primal urges. Sure, there were probably plenty of women who would have loved to run away with him for seven years. He didn't think Davenport would be one of them, until now. And now Goddard knew he was in big trouble.
"Something is different." T.J.'s voice was breathy and low. "Do you feel it?"
Seth's palms were sweaty, and his entire body ached in the best possible way. "Yes," he rasped. "Something's definitely different."
She stepped closer. "Is this the sort of problem that requires a command decision?"
He gulped. "Perhaps."
"Well then," T.J. began, her face inches from his, "what is your command decision, hmm?"
Tension hummed like static, tingling their skin as it drew them together. Seth ignored the ship's discordant response as he backed T.J. into the wall and pinned her hands over her head. The combination of his searing kiss and the impact against the wall left her gasping into his mouth. She actually seemed to enjoy being submissive for the time being. Her nails bit into her palms as she clenched her fists, only asserting herself by hiking her leg up around his waist to pull him closer.
He disentangled himself and staggered backward, trying to catch his breath as he stared at her with wide eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, T.J. I don't know what came over me," he apologized, his voice still husky.
Davenport's whole body quivered. "I-it's quite alright," she stammered, staring down at the floor. Her head was swimming. She didn't know why this was happening, but she knew she liked it. And she certainly knew she wouldn't be able to control herself if she looked up at him again.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine." Davenport could feel Goddard's genuine concern as he approached her again. Overpowering all other emotion, however, was an undeniable want—a need—as his body heat mingled with hers.
Don't look up, Davenport told herself. Don't look up. Don't look. Don't…
She couldn't help it; she met his eyes. "Seth?"
"Are you sure you're all right?"
She swayed as a sudden wave of vertigo hit her, and she could feel his heart thudding in time with hers through the many layers of cotton and wool as she leaned heavily against him. The dizziness subsided, and T.J. slowly lifted her head to look up at Seth again. She suddenly felt more confident than ever before. Her energy and clarity seemed to be restored. "I'm fine. More than fine, actually."
Davenport's index finger curled around the top of Goddard's jacket, behind the zipper, and she felt the metal teeth buzz around her skin as she dragged her hand down his torso. Her hands found their way back to his chest, creeping under the pesky garment and moving over his shoulders and down his arms until his jacket fell to the floor. He remained still as she pressed herself against him and drew a figure eight pattern on his chest with her long dainty fingers.
He stiffened under her touch and shut his eyes, hoping that her hypnotizing hold on him would disappear, but to no avail. "We should get some rest."
"I know you're not the slightest bit tired." She cupped his face in her hands and stared into the blue depths of his eyes. "What you need first is some physical activity to make you sleepy, yes?"
He gulped again. "I think we should go back to the med lab for another exa—" His voice caught in his throat as she nipped at his earlobe. He wouldn't be able to take much more of this.
T.J. let out a low condescending laugh. "Don't be silly. It's obvious what's going on here," she said, raking her hands through his hair. She paused to play with the small patches of grey near his temples and gave him a playful pout. "Or are you growing senile in your old age?"
She grunted as she shoved him against the far wall, surprising him with her newfound strength. In two strides she cleared the space between them once more.
"What you really want was made quite clear only moments ago. I suppose the real question is whether or not you have the power to take it. Try, Seth. Take me," she barked, her eyes flaring. "Or aren't you man enough? Maybe you don't deserve to have me."
He narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth in an attempt to keep his anger at bay. The adrenaline rush he felt at that moment was unlike any other. He wanted to dominate her in the most satisfying way possible. He heard himself roar as he gripped T.J.'s forearms and flipped her around to pin her against the wall again.
T.J. smirked. "Is that your only move?" Her gaze wandered to the doorway next to them: the entrance to her quarters. "My, my. How fortunate. Let us test our restored stamina, shall we?" She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "How long do you suppose it will take for you to make me scream and faint, hmm?"
That was Seth's breaking point, when he lost all control. He struck the access crystal and didn't care when he heard it crack under the heel of his hand. When the door opened, T.J. pulled him down to her, and their lips met in another scorching kiss. As he stalked forward, she shuffled back, step for step in a blind tango until the back of her legs met the mattress and he pushed her down onto the bed.
They both fought to be on top, taking turns pinning each other down. She was all over him, tugging his belt, clawing at his shirt, and grabbing fistfuls of his hair as she kissed him hungrily. They were both manic: a frenzy of lust trying to consume each other in every imaginable way as they shed their clothing until there were no more barriers between them.
She gasped when he finally entered her in one swift stroke. She dug her nails into his back and wrapped her legs around his waist, guiding him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust. They made no attempt to keep quiet, and she encouraged him to take her harder and faster with her cries of pleasure. She gasped his name repeatedly louder and louder until she screamed it, her eyes snapping shut when she shuddered around him. That was all it took to send him over the edge, and it was music to her ears when he groaned her name before collapsing beside her.
She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, almost blankly, his breathing ragged. Rather than fight the sleep threatening to overtake her, she surrendered to it thoroughly satisfied.