Triangle
a fictitious extension of the episode-she can't get the kiss out of her mind
Chapter 1
Dina Shelly sat on her bed in her stateroom, her heart pounding. Working for the OSS, she was definitely used to strange people and strange situations. For example, this assignment, which had her undercover as a lady of leisure on the Queen Anne luxury liner, trying to seek out...something...called Thor's Hammer, which would theoretically change the course of history in a very drastic way.
The Nazi soldiers she had overheard believed it was a weapon capable of levelling a city flat, and poisoning it to the extent that it could not sustain life for many decades into the future. But her assignment had been to seek out a man, a scientist, who had the knowledge and the technology to build such a weapon. Dina was usually an unflappable agent. She had to be, being the only woman in her division, among very few female agents within the organization as a whole. But this assignment had her terrified to her very core. Could she really be responsible for changing the course of history-either to the good or the bad? And how could she know what to believe?
And then, tonight. Her cover had been almost completely blown by that disheveled young man in the Nazi uniform who had blasted into the ballroom trailing a cadre of Nazi soldiers with guns drawn. How was it that his own men were after him? He had run up to her, his face lit up with joy at seeing her, as though he were meeting a long-lost friend.
Only problem was, she had never seen him before. And she barely had time to register this before several people were shot dead on the ballroom floor and mayhem ensued. The British sailors had swarmed into the ballroom, taking on the Nazi soldiers, and before she could even breathe this young man in the Nazi uniform had grabbed her and dragged her out of there.
She was not only terrified but utterly offended in the casual, familiar way he persisted in treating her-as though they were old friends. His hands were gentle and his eyes were kind, but he grabbed her and touched her as though he knew her. Dina was a lady, she did not permit men to touch her without her permission. She wondered briefly if this was how Nazis treated their women, and if so, she could see why there was serious unrest in their country.
Unfortunately, she found herself with little choice once she allowed herself to be dragged off by this hooligan. He urged her on, holding her hand, her wrist, even putting his hand on the small of her back (the nerve!) to keep her moving. But there was no way she could return to the chaos in the ballroom, with bullets firing and shouting and glass shattering. They wove their way through the labyrinthine halls of the stateroom decks.
Stopping to gasp for breath, Dina blinked as she swore she saw herself run past. Now how could that be? Squeezing her eyes shut and then reopening them, the hallway was now deserted. She wondered if she was dreaming. She hoped she was, because this case was devolving into a mess faster than she could even think. One minute her cover safely intact, dancing with her partner, her eye on the suspected scientist, and suddenly shots, a young Nazi, a horde of British sailors, and now her own doppelganger running into her in the hall. She was finally able to draw a deep breath when she felt a hand grab her, and she was off running again.
Cool, fresh night air blasted her in the face as the young soldier yanked open a door and hauled her up on the deck. As the door slammed shut, the din of the fighting going on in the ballroom was silenced and there was nothing but the harsh rasping of their ragged breathing, and the gentle swishing of the ocean around them.
He turned to face her, and gripped her shoulders. As she looked in his eyes, a thrill shot through her without warning. They were beautiful eyes-golden colors ringed by hazel brown, like sunflowers under glass. She shuddered and told herself it was the cool night air on her bare shoulders. It had to be.
"Scully" he said, still fighting for breath but in a terribly serious tone. "This ship is trapped in time."
She blinked. She hadn't heard that entire statement. She had been watching his lips. She suddenly felt warm. Too warm.
"You need to turn the ship around. Back the way it came. You have to correct this rift, it's very important."
"My name is Dina. Dina Shelly. What did you just call me?" She asked, unsure how to even address his other statements.
"I'm sorry." He breathed, looking deep into her eyes. "I thought you were….someone I knew." That tingling thrill zipped through her again, and she felt like she was melting inside. He paused. "In case we never meet again." He said softly, then bent down and kissed her, hard and passionately.
His lips met hers hungrily, his warm mouth gently caressing hers. Her head spun and her knees felt weak. Without knowing exactly why, she found herself returning his kiss, feeling as though she was falling into him.
When he came up for air, her senses returned, and she swung out and punched him hard. She had been trained to defend herself, and the confusion, panic, and emotional fervor of the evening came through in that hit. Without another word, he turned and leapt over the rail into the frigid ocean.
She had thrown in a life preserver after him, but she didn't see him again. She stood on the deck for the better part of an hour, watching, waiting to see if he would surface. If the contact with the water hadn't knocked him out, the hypothermia probably would soon, and she fully expected to see his body float up in the black water. She could no longer feel her toes, though, and decided she had to go in.
Now here she sat in her undergarments, the torn and salt-sprayed dress in a heap on her stateroom's chair. She tried hard to make some sense of the emotional storm within her, but was having little success. His familiarity with her was appalling and completely ungentlemanly. That alone was reason to fear him. The Nazi uniform was another reason, but something convinced her that he was not actually a Nazi.
Then, there was his eyes. She had heard that eyes were the windows into the soul, and his seemed to exemplify that notion. They were warm, tender, and expressive. His kiss had intoxicated her, but she was drawn to those eyes in a way she had never experienced before. She felt like she knew him. But how? She had never in her life met him. Yet a certain part of her was drawn to him like a moth to a flame-as though they had in fact been very close friends.
Or more. Dina's body was not allowing her to forget his touch either. Deep within her belly a warm feeling swirled, making her heart beat faster and her breath come harder. She was thoroughly embarrassed to find herself thinking about parts of him she had not seen. Nor would she ever, it seemed.
She slipped down her panties without taking off her stockings, and she laid back and allowed her hands to wander down. She had never known a man yet she immensely enjoyed a rich fantasy life and her own hands. She was anxious, swollen, and very slick. Her fingers dipped in and out of her flower as she used the lubrication to slide around that most sensitive little bud at the top.
Warm and exciting feelings rushed to the site as her mind fashioned a love scene right there on the deck of the ship, with the howling wind and the stinging salt spray. She imagined what it would be like to need someone so bad, to satisfy that urge, to join and mate and reach climax together, praying they would not be found before they were finished.
Her dreams that night were sweet, and she slept harder than she had in a long time.
