A/N: So I've kept this story, unlike many of my Firefly fanfics, relatively free of lemons. I'm giving a LEMON warning now, however, and will mark that passage for skipping if so desired.
Standard Disclaimer: All rights belong to those whose rights they belong to, primarily Marvel, though quite namely not me. Don't own a thing aside from my OCs.
Los Angeles International Airport
Lisa stood nervously by the incoming gates. She tugged at her purple-dyed hair absentmindedly as she glanced between the arrivals notification board and the gates themselves.
"You have got to relax some, girl."
She turned to give her roommate a grateful smile. Emily and she were a study in contrasts. Whereas she was tall, willowy, and a naturally raven-haired Asian girl, Emily was short, curvy, and a dirty blonde. They had been paired up as roommates their freshman year and were lucky enough to have hit it off right from the start. Now sophomores, neither girl had any inclination to live with anyone else.
"This is the right gate, we got to LAX in plenty of time, and this is the girl you love," Emily continued soothingly. "What do you have to worry about?"
Lisa snorted softly. That was another difference, Emily was always the balm for her when she got herself spun up.
"It's been so long, Em," she replied quietly. "I've changed. What if she…?"
Emily held her by the shoulders and turned her around to face her fully. "Lisa Lee, you're being a noodge. I've heard the two of you talk. You're obviously in love with each other. Hell, I can only dream of finding that kind of love someday. But you've got it. Now stop worrying over it."
Lisa grinned down at her. "Well, she does know all those Avengers now, maybe one of the cute guys is single? Ooh, how about War Machine, what's-his-name, James Rhodes? He's a military guy..."
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Stop trying to deflect me-" She cut herself off as her eyes widened from something she saw over her friend's shoulder and she released her quickly. "Um, Lisa?"
"Yeah?"
"Incoming."
Lisa turned just in time to receive the hurtling form of a petite brunette girl who nimbly hopped up onto her torso and wrapped her arms and legs around the lanky purple-haired girl. The small girl was dressed in tan capris cargo pants, a tight black tank top, and sandals. Lisa sat down on her rear with a squawk of surprise.
"Hi!" Caitlin grinned before proceeding to latch onto her lips with fierce intensity.
Emily laughed softly at the sight of the pair sitting on the floor of the busy LAX terminal. Other passersbys were pointing and grinning as well, but a small redheaded girl wearing jean shorts, sandals, and a bright blue tee shirt stepped up then with a duffle bag in each hand.
"Hello, I am Rebecca," she greeted her politely. "Are you Emily?"
"Yep, that's me," she replied warmly.
"I am pleased to meet you. Do you believe they will be finished anytime soon?"
Emily snorted softly. "Doubt it. You have any checked baggage?"
Rebecca shook her head, her long red pigtails swaying. "No, we only brought these bags."
"Well, come on then, let's go get the car. Lisa knows where we parked. You want me to carry one of those?"
"No, thank you. The weight is not…" Rebecca paused, searching for the right word. "...onerous."
"Alright then," Emily grinned agreeably as they strolled through the busy airport. They had just reached the doors when a giggling Caitlin and Lisa caught up to them, holding hands.
"Sorry about that!" Caitlin grinned widely. "Kinda got caught up in the moment. It's nice to finally meet you, Emily."
"You too, Caitlin," the blonde grinned in return over her shoulder. "You guys ready to go camping?"
Lisa and Caitlin had discussed her visit previously, and even though the college girl had no problem with showing her petite girlfriend off to her friends around campus, Caitlin was concerned that some might have seen her prom picture and questioned why she hadn't changed a single bit. The chance of complications were slim, but she hadn't wanted to jeopardise Lisa's safety or even peace of mind at her school. Thus, the idea of a camping trip came about.
And since Rebecca was coming along, Lisa brought Emily as well, as her roommate already knew all about Caitlin.
Lisa was at first slightly upset at not getting her girlfriend all to herself for the weekend, but after Caitlin explained how Rebecca was likely physically unable to be separated from her that long or at that distance, not that they wanted to try and test it, she warmed up to the idea soon thereafter.
"I am very eager to experience this 'camping'," Rebecca was saying solemnly. "I was told I could not bring weaponry on the airplane, but I should be able to provide adequate protection without any."
"Relax, Becca," Lisa laughed easily. "Shouldn't be anything to fight off. We're just going up to Buckhorn, shouldn't be anything more ferocious than a raccoon around. Maybe the odd bear or two, but they'll leave you alone if you do the same."
Rebecca frowned slightly as they reached Emily's soft top Jeep Wrangler and opened the back tailgate. "Are these raccoons very ferocious?"
"Not so much," Emily smiled.
"Very well then." Rebecca slung the pair of bags into the back. "Where shall I sit?"
Emily walked around to hop into the driver's seat. "How about you take shotgun?"
The small redheaded girl opened her mouth, but before she could speak her sister put her arm around her. "She means the passenger seat up front," Caitlin murmured.
Rebecca smiled gratefully and nodded, climbing up front and leaving Caitlin and Lisa to sit together in the back. Soon enough they were heading out into the infamous Los Angeles freeway traffic and towards Angeles National Forest. It was early still on a Friday, so the worst wasn't in place yet, and they would hopefully be at the campsite before rush hour even started.
"There sure are a lot of people," Caitlin said wonderingly. "I wasn't on the freeway the last time I was in LA. Glad I missed it."
"Yeah, we try to avoid driving," Lisa giggled as she snuggled into her girlfriend's shoulder. "Most stuff is close enough to UCLA to walk to. I don't even have a car on campus."
"I'm from upstate," Emily added over her shoulder. "Mendocino County. So I have my Jeep to go home and visit when I need to."
"Fortunately she has to go right by San Francisco and can drop me off," Lisa continued. "Works well enough."
"So, Rebecca," Emily said after a minute's silence. "You're like your sister? Um, enhanced?"
"I am, yes," the redhead replied, but then fell silent again.
Caitlin snickered from the back seat. "She's not real big on divulging. Becca, you mind if I tell your story?"
Rebecca turned in her seat to regard her sister questioningly. "Why would I mind?"
"It's just being polite. I ask just to make sure, even if I know you're gonna be okay with it."
"Oh." Rebecca tilted her head slightly as she digested this. "Very well, then. No, I do not mind."
"Thanks," Caitlin grinned. She proceeded to use the next few minutes of the car ride to describe their first encounter and subsequent demolishment of their laboratory of origin, though it should have been abandoned in the first place.
"Did you even find out?" Lisa asked. "I mean, about why they said it was cleared in the first place?"
"Nope, never did, the records were purged along with a lot of other Hydra stuff," Caitlin shrugged easily. "I'm not too worried about it."
Eventually they passed La Cañada Flintridge on Angeles Crest Highway. "Getting there," Emily reassured them. "Should be just up the road here."
It wasn't too long before they passed a sign that read 'Buckhorn Campground - Angeles National Forest' and turned onto a dirt road.
"We're pretty high up here, huh?" Caitlin asked, looking around with a smile.
"Yep, somewhere around 6300 feet," Emily affirmed.
"It is very pretty," Rebecca observed. "The trees here look different from New York."
Caitlin peered out the window. "Hey, they do don't they… Nice catch Becca."
Her sister smiled slightly at the compliment as they pulled into a vacant camp site. "Okay, we can set up here," Emily called out as she killed the engine.
They unloaded the Jeep and proceeded to set up the pair of tents. Both Rebecca and Caitlin carefully observed Emily as she unlimbered and staked the one tent so that they might copy her.
"Not bad!" the blonde girl commented on their efforts. "Let's stretch the guidelines out to the side a little… right, these strings, they're called guidelines… anyways, that way we won't trip over them at night. Gets kinda hard to see them."
"We do not require much light to see," Rebecca reported neutrally.
Lisa laughed softly. "Well, not all of us have super-sight."
"Enhanced, thank you," Caitlin snarked loftily.
The purple-haired girl rolled her eyes and bumped the petite brunette with her shoulder. "Ugh, fine, enhanced."
The four women chatted easily and got to know each other better over the course of the afternoon. They set up a campfire and got dinner together.
"Becca, I got some potatoes and other veggies to roast in the fire," Emily explained. "Cat told us you're not fond of meat, right?"
"That is correct. Thank you, Emily."
The blonde waved away her reply. "It's no biggie. I like veggies as well, but I made sure to bring hot dogs and burgers for our carnivorous friends."
"Yes! Meat!" Caitlin cheered.
Emily snickered. "And, we have many packages of bacon for breakfast."
Caitlin looked at her with wide eyes. "Lisa, I think I'm in love with your roommate."
"Oh, really?" Lisa replied archly. She pitched a marshmallow at her girlfriend, who easily intercepted it and popped it into her mouth.
"I'm easy to win over," Caitlin said, her words muffled by the gooey white substance. "Feed me bacon and I'm all yours."
"And is that the only way to win you over?" Lisa purred as she slinked over, draping her hands over Caitlin's shoulders. "I can think of a few others things I can do that make you mine…" She leaned down and gently nibbled on the brunette's ear, making her whimper slightly.
The lanky girl was interrupted by another highly-accurate marshmallow hitting her temple. "Get a room, you two!" Emily joked.
Rebecca had been closely observing the couple interact, but now turned to Emily questioningly. "We are at a campsite. Where are they to find a room here?"
"Just a saying, sweetie," Emily laughed. "Kinda means, stop with the PDA, go find yourself some privacy already."
The redhead blinked and nodded. "And… what is this PDA?"
"Public display of affection. Like what they're doing now," she pointed towards the two girls who were now molding their bodies together, lost in a passionate kiss. "Seriously, you two, the next marshmallow is gonna be melted when I toss it. You do not want that in your hair, trust me.
Caitlin snorted humorously as she pulled back. "You stole my marshmallow," she accused.
Lisa smacked her mouth contentedly. "Well, it was mine to begin with."
"Eww, stop," Emily groaned. "Lisa, sweetie, you didn't tell me just how cutesy you both were together."
"Admit it, we're adorable," Lisa retorted.
"I will admit to no such thing. You're sickeningly sweet, yes, but you're way past the line of adorable."
Buckhorn Campground
Emily and Rebecca's Tent
Soon enough after dinner the light faded as the sun set and the four women retired to their tents. Emily lay on her back, not quite tired enough to fall asleep, but it'd been a long enough day she didn't feel like doing much of anything.
She glanced over at her tentmate to see that the small redheaded girl was likewise staring up at the tent's roof. She was in her sleeping bag already, but from the little view afforded…
"Becca, honey, do you, um, sleep naked?"
Rebecca turned her head to regard Emily with her pale green eyes. "I do, yes. Does this disturb you?"
"No, not really, I'm just… well, kinda unused to it. It's no biggie."
The other girl nodded and returned to her gaze upwards. "They are quite loud," she observed softly.
"They are?" Emily focused her hearing, and sure enough could just barely make out a quiet gasp followed by a moan. "Huh. So that's loud to you?"
"It is. I hear very well. It does not bother me, as much as I do not understand it."
"You don't… understand it?"
Rebecca sighed softly. "I have been told how sex works. I still do not understand the necessity outside of procreation. Caitlin has told me it is… pleasurable. But I simply do not understand how... " She let out another, louder huff of exasperation. "I do not understand feelings," she finally admitted quietly. The redhead turned her head again to regard the blonde woman. "Have you had sex?"
Emily cleared her throat, somewhat embarrassed. She knew ahead of time that the girl next to her was painfully inexperienced with regards to much of what she took for granted in life, but she hadn't expected the conversation to take this turn. Of course, with the two in the next tent over going at it like rabbits…
"Yes, I have, a few times."
"With men or women?"
"Men," Emily replied, looking up at the tent roof again. "I don't have anybody right now… and it's been a few months, but I'm not in any rush to find someone again. Oh," she amended, glancing over to see Rebecca regarding her intently. "Yeah, if you're asking, I only go for guys."
"I see." Rebecca furrowed her brows as she seemed to squirm slightly inside the sleeping bag. "I can feel her," she sighed. "I believe I understand this pleasurable feeling now."
Emily turned to her sharply. "You… what?"
"We have a bond," Rebecca explained solemnly. "She fills the empty space inside of me. Sometimes I can feel what she is feeling. Most of the time it is warm and content. At this moment it is… elevated."
"Um. Well." Emily sat her head back again. "Damn."
They were silent for another few heartbeats before a loud gasp reached them, making Emily roll her eyes. "So, I get that you haven't, um, been with anyone… but is there someone you might feel special about? Someone who, I dunno, makes you feel warm inside when you think of them?"
Rebecca was quiet for so long Emily thought perhaps she'd gone to sleep, but when she looked over the girl had her pale green eyes open and staring upwards.
"I have… a friend, perhaps…" she began thoughtfully. "His name is Sam. I am not sure how I… feel about him, but when I spend time with him, it is similar to how I am when sleeping next to Caitlin." Rebecca turned her head to meet Emily's stare. "I am content and safe inside. Is that how I feel? Do I feel… warm inside when I am with him?"
"Hmm…" Emily mused. "Does sound like it, maybe. So, whenever you see him, you feel warm and cozy inside? And do you feel that way with anyone else?"
"Only Caitlin," she replied, blinking her eyes slowly. "Also, he is the only person besides Caitlin who causes me to smile."
The blonde girl grinned. "Well, then, I'd say there's definitely feelings there."
Rebecca nodded solemnly. "Caitlin has been encouraging me to spend time with him, to strengthen our friendship."
"Maybe she sees it as well," Emily laughed. "Sounds like she's trying to set you up."
"Set me up?" Rebecca asked with a puzzled frown.
Emily propped herself up on one elbow and rested her head in her palm. "Okay, so it's like this. If someone, like a friend or sibling, sees a pair of people they think would be good together, like as a couple, they try to push them together. Sometimes just like Cat did, just by encouragement, other times they can be more devious to get them into situations where they can realize their feelings for each other." She snorted softly. "Doesn't always work, though, I've been set up on dates before that completely bombed. Um, that is, they didn't work out. Spectacularly bad."
Rebecca nodded thoughtfully but was still frowning as she returned her gaze to the roof. "Thank you for your explanation," she said softly.
"Are you… mad? At Cat, for trying to set you up?"
"No. I could never be upset with Caitlin. I am simply… unsure as how to process this."
"Yeah," Emily said quietly as she lowered herself back onto her pillow. "Feelings can be like that, trust me. Even those of us with experience, it's not always easy to figure out. That help any?"
"Yes. Thank you, Emily. You have been very helpful." The redheaded girl glanced over once more. "May I… consider you to be a friend?"
"Sure, Becca, I'd like that."
"I would like that as well."
Lisa and Caitlin's Tent.
"How do you think they're getting along?" Lisa whispered to the naked girl snuggled into her arms.
"They're doing fine," Caitlin replied, her voice laden with contentment. She stretched like a feline, her back arched and limbs extended. "Talking about relationships and stuff. Em's helping her figure out how she feels about Sam."
Lisa snickered. "You can tell all of that?"
The brunette leaned up and gave her chin a nip. "Cat-ears, remember?"
"Right," Lisa sighed as Caitlin snuggled back into her arms.
"I've missed this," the smaller girl whispered. "Just being with you."
"Me too, Cat," Lisa replied somewhat wistfully.
Caitlin glanced back up. "Wait, what was that?"
"What was what?"
She moved up a bit to fold her arms across Lisa's breasts and rest her chin on them. "That right there. I know you, Lisa, something's bothering you."
Lisa blinked at her. "How the hell do you do that?"
Caitlin grinned back. "I told you, I know you. Now, spill."
Sighing, she ran a hand through her shoulder-length purple hair and closed her eyes. "I've… been with other girls. Back when, well, you know…"
"Hey," a soft voice intruded on her agonized confession. Lisa opened her eyes again to find a pair of pale green eyes hovering inches from her face. "You have got to know that's not a problem for me. I get that you thought I was gone, hell you're not the only person who figured I was dead after all that time. There's nothing for you to feel guilty over, okay?"
The petite brunette girl leaned in to seal a firm but reassuring kiss against her lips. "You know I'm not really capable of feeling jealous or possessive," Caitlin said quietly when she leaned back again. "I don't even expect you to be, what's the word… oh, yeah, monogamous. I know you love me, and you know I love you. And that's all that matters."
Lisa sniffled and blinked back the tears that were forming in her eyes. "Even after all this time, I still don't always get you," she said wonderingly. "But I can never stop loving you, and I can never get over how lucky I am to have you."
"Goodie," Caitlin grinned. "'Cause I feel the same way."
They leaned in again and shared a tender kiss, wrapping their arms around each other and enjoying the feeling of closeness.
Eventually they separated and Caitlin rolled back off to nestle against Lisa's side in her favorite position, her head on her shoulder and arm draped across her waist.
"So, do you think Em's having the, y'know, talk with her?" Lisa asked after a few minutes.
"Hmm? Oh, no we already did that," Caitlin replied with a smile. "On the plane. We greatly entertained the man sitting in our row."
Lisa laughed lightly. "Oh, I can imagine."
"Had to explain attractiveness to her as well," the brunette murmured. "That took some effort. Eventually used an example to get the point across, but I don't think it helped, and I didn't want to be blatantly obvious and use Sam as the example or it'd ruin things."
"Which example?"
"Pardon?"
"Who did you use for an example?"
Caitlin cleared her throat uncomfortably and burrowed into her shoulder further. "Oh, it's not important…"
Lisa laughed and rolled to her side to dislodge the small girl. "Caitlin Brown, are you embarrassed?"
"No," she muttered in reply.
"You are! Oh, now I have to know. Tell me?"
"No," she repeated abashedly.
"C'mon, tell me, tell me, tell me…"
"Ugh, fine…"
Lisa rolled onto her back once more and pulled her girlfriend back with her so that she was once more sprawled across her chest. "'C'mon," she prodded.
Caitlin let out a heavy sigh. "It was… Summer Glau. I have, like, a huge celebrity crush on her, and Tasha and Clint make fun of me for it all the time, okay? But yeah, she's… God, watching the fight scenes with her… I've never gotten excited just watching someone move, you know? Not like when I'm with you, that gets me plenty excited…"
"Sooo…" Lisa drawled, running a finger along Caitlin's spine. "If athletic girls turn you on, maybe I should take some lessons… do some martial arts of some kind…"
Caitlin jerked her head up, her eyes suddenly blazing with intensity.
"Wow," Lisa murmured, surprised. "Wasn't expecting that strong a reaction."
"The thought of you…" Caitlin swallowed before continuing, her voice heavy with passion. "God, Lisa, I am so hot for you just thinking about it."
"Really," Lisa replied archly, pulling her up so that their faces were level. "And just how hot are you for me?" she murmured against her lips.
A wild LEMON appears before you!
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Caitlin crushed her lips against Lisa's and straddled her body, raising up enough so that she might cup each of her breasts with her small hands. Lisa gave a soft moan of pleasure into her mouth, arching her back slightly as the brunette girl give her nipples a tweak.
The brunette pulled away and stared down at her lover with bright eyes. "Lemme see if I can't show you…" she smirked. Lowering her head again she left a trail of gentle nips and bites down her neck and collarbone until she reached the breasts that she was still covering with her hands. She lavished soft kisses and licks along the edges, removing her fingers just enough to be able to wrap her lips around each taut nipple and give a long, slow pull. Each time made Lisa moan further.
"Oh, Jesus, Cat…" she sighed when Caitlin moved down to her stomach. Her back arched once more when the brunette bit down on her hip, eliciting a soft squeal of pleasure.
Before long Caitlin was positioned between Lisa's legs, softly stroking the inside of one thigh with her nimble fingers while trailing her wet tongue along the other. Lisa stared down at her with wild eyes.
"Please…" she whimpered.
"Please, what, Lisa?" she queried with a sultry grin.
"Fuck me, Cat, please, fuck me now," Lisa hissed, unable to take the anticipation any longer.
Obligingly the small brunette lowered her head and stroked her from base to top with her tongue. She quickly developed a rhythm that made Lisa undulate in ecstasy above her and she rolled her eyes up to watch her reaction intently.
The lanky girl began to pant in exertion as she started to crest. She dug her fingers into Caitlin's curly brown hair, her eyes closed and mouth open. "Cat… oh, fuck, yes, Cat… yes…"
As she felt her lover begin to approach a release, Caitlin slipped a finger inside and curled up to touch the sensitive spot. Her finger were barely long enough to reach, but it was enough to make Lisa cry out and tense up all of her muscles as she came.
Panting heavily, Lisa slowly lowered her legs outwards and gently caressed the back of Caitlin's head. The brunette raised her head up and left a gentle kiss right above where she had lavished her attention. The she slid upwards to rest her chin between Lisa's breasts again. She waited patiently for her girlfriend to calm down enough that her eyes were able to focus again, and then leaned up all the way to hover over her.
"That, Lisa, is how hot I am for you," she whispered.
The girl in question lifted a heavy arm up to grip the back of Caitlin's neck. "I think I believe you," she replied softly. "Your mouth is all wet."
"I wonder why," Caitlin grinned. She lowered her head to give her a long, slow kiss, then slid her chin up to let Lisa clean her off with her tongue.
"That is such a cat-like thing to do," the brunette giggled softly.
"What, clean you?"
"Mmhmm."
"Well, I like to do it to you, my sexy little kitty-cat."
"I know. I like it when you do it."
Lisa brought her other hand up so that she was able to cup Caitlin's face in front of her, bringing their eyes level. "What can I do for you?" she whispered. "What do you want me to do to you?"
Caitlin's eyes widened slightly and her breath hitched. "There's… well, I mean, if you're offering…"
"Name it," Lisa said firmly.
"I want…" Caitlin closed her eyes as she proceeded shyly. "I want it hard, I want you to fuck me with your fingers, really hard so that I can feel your fist hitting me."
Lisa sucked in a surprised breath. "Really?"
Caitlin opened her pale green eyes again. "It's kinda been a… well, a fantasy. I can take it, and I want to know how it feels."
"Well, alright then," Lisa grinned, rolling so that Caitlin was now pinned under her. "Should I ask just how wet you are right now?"
"I am absolutely soaked," Caitlin whispered, her voice laden with need. "Don't be gentle, please, just… Take me, Lisa, hard. Please."
"Okay, baby," Lisa purred, reaching down between them. "You let me know the minute it starts to hurt, okay?"
Caitlin nodded, her eyes heavy and lidded with lust as she spread her legs and rotated her hips upwards for better access.
Without another word Lisa drove two fingers deep into her girlfriend, causing Caitlin to arch her back and let out a gasp of pleasure. She paused, waiting to see how Caitlin reacted.
"Oh, God, yes! Don't stop, Lisa!"
Obligingly Lisa began to pump her fingers in and out, increasing the tempo and force of her thrusts as Caitlin dug her fingers into her back, groaning quietly with her head flung back. She got to her knees to give herself a better angle and rammed as hard and fast as she could. The sounds of the back of her hand slamming into the brunette girl made a wet smacking sound that likely echoed throughout the camp, but she couldn't bring herself to feel any embarrassment whatsoever.
The feeling of empowerment and satisfaction in this act of pleasuring her lover was by far the most intense emotion she'd ever experienced before, only overcome by the pure love she felt for the diminutive brunette currently writhing under her.
Lisa's arm was beginning to feel leaden but she kept the pace up. Caitlin's moans were becoming increasingly louder, making her grin, until the smaller girl lifted her head up, eyes wide and expressive as she came so hard that she screamed.
Caitlin laid her head back again with her eyes closed as Lisa slowed her rhythm down, gently lowering her from her high. Eventually she withdrew her fingers, causing Caitlin to let out a shudder from the loss of contact.
She sat on her haunches and watched as Caitlin twitched involuntarily, slowly licking her fingers off and loving the taste of her lover on them. Finally she leaned in and slid herself in next to her, cradling her still-panting body in her arms.
"How was that, beautiful?" Lisa whispered in her ear.
"I can't…" Caitlin swallowed and desperately tried to slow her breathing. "Can't feel my limbs. Having… trouble seeing anything… either…"
"Well, if I knew beforehand that I could fuck you blind I would have tried that a long time ago," Lisa snarked.
Caitlin smiled lazily up at her, eyes still unfocused and half-shut. "Yeah… we'll just have to… keep that in mind…"
Lisa laughed as she massaged her wrist, trying to get feeling back into it. "Yeah, but next time we're using a dildo or something, 'cause my whole arm is about to fall off."
The LEMON has passed, it's safe to come out now!
"Are you both quite done?" Emily's voice called out. "I think you just scared off all the bears in a twenty-mile radius."
"Yeah we're done," Lisa giggled. "Both ridden hard and put away wet."
"TMI!" Emily replied humorously. "Seriously, though, that last one about scared the pee outta me. I thought we were being attacked by a mountain lion or something!"
"Sorry, Em!" Caitlin replied meekly. She looked over at Lisa and managed to bring one hand up to cup her cheek. "I love you so much," she whispered.
"I love you, too," Lisa whispered back, before sealing her lips over Caitlin's.
Avengers Training Facility. Upstate New York.
Sam was sitting back on the bed in his room, dressed in sweatpants and a tee shirt while rereading an old Seth Grahame-Smith novel called Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. It was one he'd read before, and honestly preferred it over the movie that was based on it, but it was sufficient to help his mind unwind for the evening and to keep it off of topics he'd been working very diligently to avoid.
His phone buzzed on the endtable next to him and he reached over to check the message. A grin blossomed on his face as he saw that it was from Rebecca. Both of the Brown girls now had Stark-issued phones like the other Avengers, though he'd had to patiently sit with her and explain its usage. As with anything she put her mind to, she took to it quickly.
The message asked him to meet her at the track, which puzzled him for a moment. It was nighttime and most personnel were likely about to turn in, but he shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly. She and Caitlin must have finally just got back from their leave out on the West Coast.
The former Air Force pararescueman swung his feet to the floor and slipped his athletic shoes on before heading out.
As he approached the darkened track field, he paused to let his sharp eyes adjust to the lack of substantial light. The moon was almost full, granting him enough vision to spy an undersized and slender form sitting on the small set of bleachers set back a bit on the other side. He made his way over and gave her a smile as he climbed up to sit next to her.
"Hey, Becca, welcome back. Where's your sister?"
Rebecca didn't look him in the eye but continued to stare straight ahead. She shook her head slowly. "She is in our room. I wanted to… talk to you. Alone."
"Okay," he replied as nonchalantly as possible. Her attitude, even more reserved than usual, was making him extremely nervous, and he swallowed anxiously before continuing, injecting as much casual air as possible into his voice. "So, how was California? Did you enjoy camping for your first time?"
"I did, yes. It was very enjoyable. I made a new friend."
"Oh, hey that's great! Who was it?"
"Lisa's roommate, Emily. I shared a tent with her and we talked for a very long time while attempting to ignore the sounds of my sister copulating. We were unsuccessful in that regard."
He snorted out a surprised laugh. The redheaded girl could do that sometimes, just catch him totally off-guard. It was one of the things he enjoyed about her. Before he could ask any more questions she spoke up first.
"Sam?"
"Yeah, Becca?"
"How do you… feel about me?"
Sam's heart began to thud in his chest at the question. "How do I… What do you mean?"
The small redheaded girl shook her head, her long pigtails flinging about irritably. "I do not know how else to ask you. I am… unsure of…" She seemed to almost physically grasp for the words.
"Becca…" Sam sighed and closed his eyes. "Okay, look… I like you. A lot. You're a great person, and I… I really enjoy spending time with you."
He opened his eyes again to find that Rebecca had shifted on the bench so that she was fully facing him, her pale green eyes glowing in the soft moonlight. "And I enjoy my time with you," she whispered.
"It's just…" He ran his hand over his close-cropped hair in frustration. "Becca, look at us. I'm thirty-seven years old, old enough to be your father."
Rebecca blinked her expressive eyes at him in confusion. "I do not understand your objection."
"It's wrong, Becca! I can't… It would be taking advantage of you. I'm too old for you."
The redheaded girl turned again to stare back out into the night. Sam sat in silence next to her for a few minutes, almost ready to just get up and leave when she finally spoke again in a soft, musing voice.
"I am not entirely sure how to address this. Caitlin did not warn me it might be an issue. You need to understand, Sam, that I am not human. I am a construct, much like Vision is. Age is not relevant to me. I have the physical appearance of a teenager and I will have this appearance for a very long time. From what my sister has explained to me, I will not physically look your age before you would already have expired."
Sam looked at her, open-mouthed. It was the most he'd ever heard her speak before at one time, but she wasn't finished.
"How can I make you understand that age has no relevance to me, or to us? Of far more relevance is this notion of feelings, which I still do not fully comprehend. I have been told that I have these… feelings for you. I believe that to be factual." She turned then, and Sam was almost knocked off of his bleacher seat from the shock.
Rebecca had unshed tears glimmering in her eyes.
"I want to understand these feelings I have for you. And when you tell me that you do not… want to do the same, my heart feels as if it were being squeezed inside my chest. I do not understand this, either." She looked back across the field and shook her head slightly. "It is painful. I am confused," she admitted quietly.
"Rebecca," he sighed tenderly, reaching out to place a hand on her small arm.
She turned again, startled at the contact, but then looked up at him once more. Sam gently reached out to brush away a tear that had escaped, and she stared at his wet finger in astonishment before touching her own face.
"I am leaking," she said wonderingly. "Am I… damaged? What is wrong with me?"
"Nothing is wrong with you, Becca," he replied with a soft smile. "You're wonderful just the way you are."
A/N: I'm very rusty in writing my lemon scenes. And trust me, if you haven't read any of my Firefly stories, this was pretty tame in comparison. I actually had to take down one of my one-shots and host it over on ArchiveOfOurOwn (AO3) due to the graphicality. But yeah, I felt it needed done. Sorry if I offended anyone, but hey, love is love regardless of gender or orientation, especially if it's between two consenting individuals.
So overall this was the last fun bit of fluff before the final chapter. I really could have inserted more chapters, but I've decided to save that for some one-shots or short stories.
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theradvlad: I'll see your indignant huff and raise you an incredulous snort, lol. I do take a page from Joss sometimes, I mean sweet mother of pearl the end of Nothing In The 'Verse was like a massacre… Hope this chapter answers some of your Becca/Sam questions though!
Lizarddemon94: Have no fear, I still have at least a pair of one-shots to toss out there! Maybe more, I'd still like to do a Deadpool episode, I'm just a little intimidated by the prospect - he's such a huge character, and a favorite of mine to boot, I'd hate to not do him justice. A one-shot might be ideal for that, though, give me the time to really work on it… And yes by voice I mean being able to believably speak through the character. Stark and Tony I can capture easy, Vision though, yeah he's kinda Jarvis and kinda naive and, well, maybe a little bit of early-years Superman maybe? I have some Vision fics to pursue, maybe I'll have material for yet another one-shot…
Guest: I admire your persistence and dedication. I might even have considered going down that path except for two small details. One, I almost always write fem pairings, and could use the balance of a hetero one. And then two, I already had this chapter finished. /grin
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