If anyone asked just how she'd gotten into this situation- she wasn't sure she could give them an intelligent response. Really, she would probably give them the biggest shoulder shrug they'd ever seen. That being said, she wasn't sure her partner-in-crime could exactly explain what happened either, just that one moment they were holding a half-assed conversation about goddamn albino canyon strider and how Caira needed to sleep, and the next thing she knew she was suddenly sitting on her lab table and her beautiful fellow medic was conveniently positioned between her thighs and they were all-in-all rutting like two animals in heat.

And now she was being kissed senseless.

Val's hips were driving against her in a delirious way, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around the other woman, a breathy moan escaping her swollen lips as the other medic was driven flush against her clothed sex for a moment.

Yes, Caira still wasn't sure how this had all started, but she wasn't about to be able to even analyze the problem because there was a beautiful woman between her fucking legs and every time Val so much as made contact with one goddamn weak-spot she was flushing like a horny teenager and bucking into the slow-burning grind she was sure Val didn't even realize she'd created.

The lips that broke off from her own went to nibble on her earlobe, a gasp being claimed as reward, and those same lips- soft against the ticklish skin and disheveled brown locks where fingers had previously occupied ran over her neck, stopping to suck harshly at her pulse-point. Her hips bucked again, and the exhale that followed left her breathless and hot damn she was dazed.

Part of her felt dizzy, but she wondered if that was the lack of sleep, or the multiple adrenaline fields she'd summoned, or even possibly because Val was trailing liquid fire across her skin and if she stopped touching her she was sure she was going to die.

Yeah, probably that one.

But she wanted more, and with a burning, aching need, and a slightly coherent thought of 'too many clothes', she pushed the other woman back enough to hurriedly fumble to find just where her plating and gear were connected to each other. Val aided her, unzipping something in the back and stripping her suit until she was left in the bottom half and her chest compression, and soon she could hazily remember that she was being stripped of her own shirt and the blue tank top that normally remained underneath, but her bra was gone too and at best she registered hands cupping her breasts and that was it. Palms grazed her nipples and she whimpered, being forced back onto reports and what blunt object was probably her pen and hopefully not any experimental samples she was supposed to be getting information about and thoroughly studying.

It would not end well if something was broken because she was getting fucked on it.

A tongue brushed through the valley of her breasts, hands ghosting down her sides as nails raked across sensitive flesh to land on her hips, and Caira relinquished her hold on the other woman long enough for her pants to be undone and her boots kicked off and suddenly her hold was on the light golden-brown locks that bobbed between her thighs.

A flattened tongue came into contact with her sex, and she choked, her body arching into the other woman's face as a wordless sputtering of what sounded like 'Val' sounded from the depth of her throat and she was so damn glad her nails were blunt and short or she was sure she'd have drawn blood by now rather than half-moon marks and dull scratches.

Slow- torturous licks followed the trail of her slit, and only when those soft lips clenched around her clit and sucked, did Caira forget how to breathe.

The muscles in her abdomen clenched, and she guessed Val noticed, because a moment later two fingers were being driven into her cunt without mercy and dear god she wasn't going to make it much longer if the way her walls tightened and trembled were any indication.

Val only pushed and pulled harder.

Then raw white pleasure exploded behind her eyes- she must have screamed, because she could faintly remember a startled Cabot turned flustered enter the room, only to backpedal immediately and run back out of the lab entrance as if a stage three Goliath had found him and was about to pounce.

And then she didn't remember anything.

-x-

Her groin was sore, her back was sore, and when she looked in the mirror the scribbles from rocking against her pen as Val fucked her senseless were there as well as a few love bites that she at least hoped her med-gel could quickly heal out of her skin.

Oh- and all of those were sore too.

And then it occurred to her that she didn't actually remember managing her way back to her quarters and she maybe wondered if Val had the courtesy to carry her back- she definitely seemed strong enough, but then she felt bad that she'd basically blacked out afterwards and left the poor woman there alone with a roomed that reeked of sex.

Maybe Abe was right about sleeping after all.

And that whole train of thought left her wondering just how long she'd been out- whoever moved her had at least put her pants and tank top back on and she noticed the rest of her accessories were folded neatly on top of the nightstand next to her bed- and she damn well knew none of the men present could fold clothes that neatly and would have probably left them in a heap.

So... she should probably thank Val eventually.