Title: Want
Author: Erica
Rating: T (nothing explicit)
Summary: He's a man and she's a woman and who wouldn't want to?
Pairing: Carter/Jo Eureka
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Eureka…the geniuses at SciFi do.
Spoilers: Up to Right As Raynes, but I've taken some creative license with events before. Just go straight into a state of suspended disbelief.
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The first time she had me on the floor, I didn't know what hit me until her small frame was holding me down.
The second time she had me on the floor, I expected it, but had no power to resist it as her training proved to be superior. I needed to get back into Quantico shape, fast.
The third time she had me on the floor, it was a total accident. She was gentle, well, gentle for Jo, as she cradled my head and inspected my person for taser damages. Her aim had been knocked off by a stray dog jumping on her at the precise moment of firing. I think it was a sign of things to come.
The fourth time she had me on the floor, she wasn't inspecting for damages. It was spontaneous when she came on to me and I wasn't pushing her away. We were both lonely: Allison had Stark back in her bed and Raynes was dead – as dead as a robot could be, that is. The familiarity of working together gave way to intense passion as we took out our frustrations on each other. On the floor. On my desk. And in the cage.
After it was over, she cried for the first time. I comforted her as best I could, but it was a long time coming. Big salty tears mingled with the salty sweat of afterglow. Her hair was a mess and her nose looked like a red Christmas light. I'm not going to say that she was never more beautiful than that moment because that would be a lie. Ten minutes earlier, when she was writhing underneath me and letting out little breathy moans was pretty damn beautiful. Or twenty minutes before that when she looked at me with my hands in her hair and her lips red and swollen from hard kissing.
I shouldn't have done what I did next, but I blame Eureka for it. I kissed her. Again. I kissed her until she wasn't crying anymore, then I kissed her some more. I kissed her until she was back on the floor and this time, I had put her there. There was no urgency to it. This time was slow and languid. We had already passed through that town, but now we were going there to see the sights and spend some time touring.
Her legs were soft as she wrapped them around my waist, belying their deadly strength. I spent hours, days, seconds telling her with my fingers and my mouth and any other part of me that she was loved, that she was soft, that she was a woman. She had laid me out four times before, the first two times to tell me she could kill me with her bare hands, the third to tell me that even though she could kill me, she wouldn't want to, and the fourth time to tell me she wanted.
FIN