A/N: El Gasp! A JillxExcella pairing? Blasphemous I know, but Irving totally implied it. Anyway, it was for science/the lulz. Had this scene cooking for a while. Chances are this will either be a one-shot or collection of one-shots. Reviews fuel inspiration ~.^ Drop me a line if you'd be so kind.
"You're just one of Excella's playthings!"
Curiousity killed the cat. It is also what caused Ricardo Irving to go on a search for the source of that strange slamming noise coming from above the cargo hold. Perhaps some of the experiments had gotten loose? He looked nervously for a crew member to use as a human shield if necissary, none.
Fuck.
In his ascent of the stairs Ricardo's mind began to twist and writhe in fear. His thoughts plagued by demons of black worms and mottled skin. Each tentative step brought him closer to his potential doom. Why was the source of that banging so important anyway? Suddenly, it didn't seem like much of a big deal, simply an annoyance, he would grow to ignore it.
Closer. He drew his gun.
Louder. It was more of a dull thump now that he thought on it.
What floor was this? He eyed the sign labeled 'Crew Cabins' in french. Je parle les francais, nes pas?
A thought dawned upon him, but he shook it away as an impossibility, the noise leading him down the hall and away from the stairs. The thumping was coming from a small conference room, the one without a vending machine if he recalled.
Gathering his courage, Ricardo swallowed heavily and lifted his gun.
On three. One, two, three!
.................
One, two three-ohmyGOD.
He had kicked open the door in hopes of one blazing moment of badassery before death. The sight before him enabled him speechless.
Excella's hair was pulled loose from it's bun and rippled down her shoulders like ink, her eyes were lidded and annoyed as she glared at him from her perch on the table.
Between her legs was 'Blondie'.
Both women were flushed and breathing heavily against each other, clothes and hair disheveled.
Excella spoke up, "Well Ricardo, are you here for a reason or just enjoying the show?" Innuendo even in irritation, it was a gift.
"I---er--uhm--this is a surprise. Sorry--I just --er thought maybe the noisewasfromsomeofthetestsubjectsescapingandI'llgonow." He took off down the hall at a well-paced jog, taking the stairs two at a time. He stopped to catch his breath once he'd reached the cargo hold. He looked down to find that some part of him had enjoyed the encounter and trudged off to the bathroom in embarrassment.
"Are we really that loud?"
"Doesn't matter, where were we?" Excella tried to retrieve the tiny threads of their libidos by lowering her voice and cupping her lover through her battle suit.
"Testing the structural integrity of this table are the words you used." Jill replied, monotone.
The taller woman smirked.