Sara was having a terrible day. Not because things were going wrong. Not because she had received bad news. Not because she was in trouble. Sara was having a terrible day because it was Saturday. It was Saturday, and at 1730 she had to fight Tegan Quin. She had to get down on the mats in the gym and wrestle the woman she hadn't been able to get off her mind all week.
She was dreading it. She had to drown herself in paperwork and phone calls to keep herself from thinking about it. The thought made her physically sick. Not because she didn't want to do it, but because of how desperately she did want it. She wanted to know what Tegan's hands felt like on her body. She wanted to feel the warmth of Tegan's breath on her skin. She wanted touch Tegan, and not just with her hands.
Sara was scared, because she didn't know if she would be able to control herself. She could barely keep herself from staring at the beautiful woman. Tegan's eyes were always warm and sparkling with a joy Sara had forgotten long ago. Her creamy skin looked so soft and inviting that Sara struggled to resist the urge to touch Tegan whenever she was near her.
At night, when Sara would lay awake with only the sound of her own breathing to keep her company, she would imagine that Tegan was next to her. She wished for the warmth of another body to chase away the loneliness that would so often leave her sleepless. She imagined being able to curl up with Tegan, resting her head on Tegan's chest and letting her wrap her arms around her. She wondered what Tegan's lips felt like, how soft they were, what her kiss would taste like.
At the beginning of the week, Sara would have guessed that maybe Tegan felt something similar to the desire she felt. But over the past few days, Tegan had stopped looking at her. It was almost like she had stopped caring. If she had to speak to Sara, every answer was a short "yes, sir," or "no, sir." The smirk she used to wear when Sara was near had disappeared, and Sara guessed that any attraction there had been between them was gone, too.
At 1720, Sara started walking on shaky legs toward the gym across camp. Her hands were already sweaty, and she had no idea how she was going to be able to make it through the fight. She felt weak at the thought of trying to restrain herself. Well, that and the possibility of having Tegan on top of her.
When she reach the gym, all the recruits were already there. Sara spotted Tegan immediately. She was wearing just a white t-shirt tucked into her camo pants and her boots. She wasn't wearing her cap, and her curly hair was sticking out at odd angles, but it was adorable. Sara let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. She took a few deep breaths, and then Lieutenant Gowans noticed her.
"Attention, recruits!" He shouted, snapping to attention himself. All the recruits turned to face Sara and raised their arms in salute. Sara glanced at Tegan, but her face was blank. Sara couldn't tell if she was as nervous as she was. She gave a sloppy salute that the recruits quickly returned.
Gowans explained the rules of the fight to everyone, but Sara just stood by him and stared blankly ahead. I have to stay under control, she thought as Gowans shouted. I can do this. It's just a fight. I've done this before. I can handle it. Just make it quick, Clement. Quick and easy.
"Quin!" Gowans shouted. "You're up first." He turned and nodded at Sara. She shot him a quick smile and started to unbutton her jacket as Tegan walked to the middle of the mats in the middle of the gym. The rest of the recruits circled around them. Sara caught Tegan's eye as she slipped the jacket off her shoulders, leaving her in just a black t-shirt. Tegan gulped, but other than that she showed no reaction.
Gowans walked to the middle of the mat. "Alright. Quin, Captain. Let's keep it clean." Sara reached her hand out to shake Tegan's. "The fight will start on my mark." Gowans moved to the edge of the mat. "3, 2, 1, fight!"
Sara didn't move, but Tegan crouched and started to circle her. They were supposed to be grappling, not having an actual fist fight. Which made Sara very happy, because she knew she couldn't hit Tegan.
Without warning, Tegan lunged for Sara. She was expecting it though, and easily jumped out of the way. She gave Tegan a shove as she flew by, sending her sprawling on the mat. Tegan was back on her feet before Sara could make a move. But now she was mad. Sara had successfully made her look like a fool in less than a minute. Her eyes were alight with Sara could only guess was anger.
Sara knew she had to move in and end the fight before Tegan had time to recover too much. She crouched like Tegan, arms up and ready in front of her. Tegan moved again, reaching out to try to grab Sara's arm. But Sara twisted her hand away and grabbed Tegan's forearm at the same time as she swept her legs out from under her. In an instant, she was straddling Tegan, one knee in Tegan's back and Tegan's arm twisted behind her.
Sara was shocked. She didn't think Tegan would be that easy to beat. Without warning, Tegan tensed and rolled into the leg Sara had on the ground, knocking her over and forcing her let go of Tegan's arm. Sara was under Tegan, and she was starting to panic. She couldn't let this happen. She knew she had to be in control of Tegan or she might lose control of herself.
But Tegan was quick. As Sara tried to roll out from under her, Tegan dropped, putting her full weight on Sara's back. She tried to get her arm around Sara's neck, but Sara grabbed her arm. They struggled for a few moments, rolling, grabbing, and kicking at each other. Sara was losing it. She felt Tegan's labored breath on her neck, her hands on Sara's arms, and her legs trying to wrap themselves with Sara's.
After what felt like an eternity, Tegan caught her right arm and pulled in behind her back. Tegan rolled onto her back, holding Sara down with her legs. She had one leg wrapped up with both of Sara's, and the other around Sara's waist. Sara tried to move her head, but before she could try to squirm free, Tegan's arm was around her throat.
They both stopped moving. Tegan wasn't choking Sara hard enough to hurt her, just enough to keep her from moving. Tegan was breathing on her ear, and Sara couldn't control the shiver than ran down her spine. Involuntarily, and image jumped into her mind. For a split second she imagined Tegan naked under her, bare skin pressed against her own skin. She could almost feel Tegan's lips on her neck, and her breast pressed into Sara's back.
An low groan escaped her lips, and she heard Tegan suck in a breath. Without thinking, Sara tried to pull away from Tegan, but only managed to roll them over. That only made things worse, because Tegan's full weight was on her then. Tegan's leg had moved, and it was now between Sara's own legs. Sara felt something growing in her center that she hadn't felt in a long time.
She closed her eyes hard. She knew Tegan would never give up. And she knew that if she kept going things would end badly. And by badly, she meant they would end with her probably touching Tegan in ways that would be completely and totally inappropriate for an officer to touch any of her subordinates.
Sara pulled her arm out from under herself and smacked the mat. She heard Gowans telling Tegan to get off her, and she did. Sara stood up quickly, refusing to meet Tegan's eyes. All the recruits were cheering. Tegan was the first recruit who had ever beaten Captain Clement. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tegan's proud smile and her heart melted. She had to get out of there. She needed a cold shower, and she needed it fast.
She saluted Lieutenant Gowans and promptly strode out of the gym, leaving him to finish the his fight and send the recruits off. She couldn't handle being in the same room with Tegan anymore. She needed to think, to figure out how the fuck she was going to deal with what she was feeling.