Title : Vacation, you wish!
Author : DiBee (di_50)
Characters/Pairing : light Helen Magnus/Kate Freelander
Rating : K+
Warnings (if any): hints of femslash?
Challenge : Written for the 5th prompt of the sfaflashfic livejournal community : vacation
Summary : Kate interprets a bit too fast her boss' words on that mission/vacation of theirs they would be spending on a Florida beach.
Author Note : If found silly/weird/lame, please be reminded that this piece of fanfic comes straight from the brain of a sleep-deprived, surrounded by exam revisions, workaholic student writing past midnight. The grin I had on my lips upon reading this fic was 555 words long should be proof enough. *I need vacation, too!-_-'*
"Nothing suspicious on my end, so far." Kate whispered, making sure her lips moved as little as possible.
"Me neither" came the answer from her boss, Helen Magnus, somewhere at the other end of the beach. This job could have been a real blessing had it been a 'real' vacation. Only it was not, and roaming beaches in search of an abnormal at hours' length was not exactly Kate's idea of vacation. Hers included actually lying down and getting a tan that did not look like she had stood there for hours, waiting for the sun to go around her. Which she had mostly done, save for the walking part. And hell, were the muscles of her legs on fire. She had walked on sand for hours before, on snow, when strictly necessary, but doing so in flip-flops was not exactly her idea of getting a workout.
"Okay, Kate, let's meet in the middle of the beach, the spot we noticed earlier, from there we should be able to see anything odd, and we might as well take enough time to apply some sun block unless we want to get 'that' look when we get back." Kate could not repress a small chuckle at what her boss had just said, and simply answer. "Okey, Doc. Meet you there in a few."
From where she was, she could already tell where the older woman was. She could discern her pale skin and waving dark hair in the distance, and gave herself some time, and space, to stop staring. No one should be able to look like that in such an outfit, especially not at her 'age', or considering how pale she was, considering they were on a coast where about every one considered tanning an institution. Still, something about the way her skin looked, felt, under her hopefully discreet stare was nicer than any other bikini wearing stranger on that beach. And that was saying nothing of the way she walked, smiled, or talked.
At first, Kate had found her accent rather unnerving, but now that she had worked for her for long enough to learn most of its intonations and meaning, she had to admit it was... delectable. She even had to sometimes remind herself it was her boss she was talking about, the woman that had allowed her in a world where she finally felt like she had a place, not some stranger she could seduce and see what happened. Yet, the idea of associating Helen Magnus and sun cream had something intoxicating to it, and it went way past perfume.
"Oh, and Kate?" The young woman looked up, her cheeks maybe more heated than they should have been from any usual daydream. "That Florida mission? You are going with Will." If the expression 'dropping one's jaw to the floor' had been anatomically correct, Helen would have made a fair use of it upon describing her employee's face.
"Do you have any problem with that? It will give you both time for some well deserved vacation. And, no offense, but he might use some sun exposition, eventually."
As her words registered in Kate's mind, the younger woman realized her colleague was not only by far not the one in need of seeing the sun, but would not look as stunning in a bikini, either.