Title: The Circle Game
Chapter 2: Unintended
Rating: R
Characters do not belong to me I am just borrowing.
Yuri warnings apply. Sexual situations between female chacters.

"I miss you."

"I know."

"When do you get to come back?"

"I don't know."

"Right."

"Sally, I do love you."

The monitor was switched off. Une pinched the bridge of her nose and wished there was something she could punch that wouldn't break her hand.

****

They hadn't seen each other in a month and a half. Missions and work were getting in the way, and their reunions were becoming sharp around the edges, harsh in the need to impress upon the other a mark.

The door to Sally's office door slammed shut and Une was pinned against the door under a searing kiss. She fought for control and lost, loving and hating the sensation of Sally's dominance, deep kisses, bites along the neck, hastily fumbling to have her.

Une wanted to ask if it was wise for the both of them to be using Sally's office, but then she recalled that day after Sally had been away for weeks and Une had made a mess of her desk to take Sally on it. She let out a hiss from a bite that was too hard, thankful that Sally noted it.

Sally adeptly unbuttoned Une's blouse with one hand using the other to keep the lady's hands pinned above her head. She kissed down the length of the lady's neck while her free hand unclasped Une's light blue silk bra, sliding under the loosed fabric to touch the skin of her lover's breasts and tease at a nipple with her thumb. Sally's knee edged Une's legs a little further apart, and, as she freed the lady's hands so that she might slide along under a short skirt, Une wrapped her arms around Sally's neck clawing into the fabric of the medical officer's shirt.

Une hit her head a little violently against the door when Sally's hand had made its way between her legs. She rolled forward to kiss Sally quickly before the sounds that wanted to escape her throat had a chance. She bit too hard on Sally's lip, but was rewarded by the movement of Sally's fingers inside her, and she drew a leg up around Sally's waist entwining her fingers into wheat blonde hair. Here was ecstasy drenched in utter longing, and all love's favors thrust upon her as welcomed-unwelcomed wanting lust. Finally, she bit down on Sally's shoulder as hard as she could, reaching her climax and unable to freely voice her pleasure.

The world refocusing under softer kisses than she expected or wanted, and tears as Sally whispered, "I know…I know you love me. I'm sorry."

****

"Too much make up sex," Trowa muttered.

Wufei shrugged.

"What if they break up?"

Wufei shrugged again.

"I mean it would be stupid of them to do."

"Stop talking," Wufei commanded. "Things happen as they happen."

"Right," Trowa replied. "Have we turned them into lions yet?"

Wufei huffed and shook his head.

****

"We should break up."

"Fine."

"I-"

"What does it matter we never see each other anyway? Fine, let's break up."

"Sally?"

"I have work to do."

The monitor clicked off and Une shut her eyes. She rubbed at her shoulder where a knot had formed from stress. It had to be for the best. It had to be, but it felt like such a mistake.

****

Lady Une stood outside the operating room where they had taken Sally after the attack on the Preventor headquarters. The damage was great and an internal quake within her brought forth memories from when she had been a rather sadistic colonel. She crossed her arms over her chest and willed herself to a certain state of calm, and more importantly togetherness.

"I thought you said you had to be somewhere?"

She looked over at Chang Wufei and shook her head. "I'll leave when she comes out of there."

"She'll always wear the scars. You should stay."

"I have an operation to lead. Besides, I already ruined things." She shook her head. "Or saved things. Make sure she doesn't lose herself."

Wufei nodded and thought, iYou'll always wear the scars, but they'll heal over./i

To be continued…