Tegan tiptoed to the door of the barracks. It was past lights out, almost 2200. She was meeting some of the other recruits to go out to a bar just outside the base. They had invited her as a sort of celebration for her beating Sara earlier. Tegan was more than happy to get some alcohol into her system. She needed something to help soften the stinging pain in her heart.
Ever since the fight, she hadn't been able to shake the feeling of Sara's body against her. She knew she had to get Sara out of her mind or she would never be able to focus enough to get through basic training. And a little booze might be just what she needed to forget.
She met the guys outside their barracks. There were only five of them. Any more and they would have run the risk of attracting too much attention. They were in street clothes, so hopefully nobody would notice them at the bar. They weren't technically allowed to leave the base, but everyone knew that as long as they didn't get caught or cause trouble they would get away with it.
It didn't take Tegan long to realize that drinking was only going to make things worse. After her second beer, she couldn't stop her mind from wandering to Sara. To how it had felt to have her body underneath her. How it felt to have Sara's hands on her, and how hard it had been not to press her lips to Sara's neck.
She wondered what Sara's skin tasted like. She tried to imagine what Sara's body felt like against her own once she'd been freed from her cumbersome clothes. She imagined running her hands up her sides, caressing her cheek, kissing her soft lips.
"Hey, Quin!" Tegan jumped when she heard one of the guys say her name.
"Huh?" she mumbled.
"Where's your head? You've been out of it for the past ten minutes."
"Sorry," she said, standing. "I'm not feeling to great. I think I'm gonna head back." Without waiting for a reply, she put a ten on the bar to cover her tab and a tip, and she walked out. It was a ten minute walk back to base, and in the chilly night wind she pulled her leather jacket closer around her.
The whole walk back, she had to continually remind herself that Sara was her superior. She shouldn't be thinking about her the way she was.
"Fuck, Quin," she muttered to herself. "You've gotta get yourself under control. She's an officer! And you've barely made it through two weeks of basic. She has no feelings for you, and you've gotta move on. She's out of your reach." She kept telling herself over and over that there was no way anything could ever happen between her and the captain.
But once Tegan was back on the base and walking back to the barracks, she saw a light on in Sara's office. A shadow passed across the wall and she knew it must be Sara's. Without thinking, she changed directions and walked towards her office. She tiptoed up the steps, and stood before the door. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her hands were shaking. She didn't know what she wanted to accomplish, or even what she would say if she knocked. She just wanted to see Sara's face. She knew she had to come up with a plausible reason as to why she would be at the captain's door in the middle of the night.
She was about to turn away, unable to force herself to knock, when the door opened. Light poured out over Tegan. Sara was standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. For a long moment, neither of them moved or said anything. Finally Sara spoke.
"Is there something I can help you with, Quin?"
Sara stood face to face with the very woman she had spent the last few hours trying not to think about. She couldn't believe it. What terrible twist of fate had decided to test her tonight? This was not a night that she thought she could be strong on. She might have had a couple drinks when she got back from the fight. And maybe a couple more after she had taken a long, cold shower. And maybe she was in the middle of pouring another one when she had seen Tegan walking up the road by her office, just before she had jumped out of the window in hopes that Tegan wouldn't see her.
The point being, she was a little tipsy. And from the looks of things, Tegan had been out drinking, too. For one, Sara thought she could smell alcohol on her. Or maybe that was just herself she was smelling. But she was also out of uniform, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a fitted leather jacket of a plain white V-neck.
Sara gulped visibly. Tegan was even more stunning in street clothes than she was in uniform. The V-neck was tight, tight enough to accentuate her breasts just enough to catch Sara's attention. Wow, she thought. I wonder… Tegan cleared her throat and Sara jerked her eyes up to her face. She had been staring, and Tegan had caught her. Fuck. The alcohol is helping at all right now. Tegan just stared at her.
"I said, is there something I can help you with, Quin?" Tegan didn't reply, but she took a step closer to Sara. Sara's breath caught in her throat. Tegan was only a few inches away from. A sudden urge to reach out and put her hand on Tegan's waist made Sara take a few steps back in order to resist it.
Tegan followed Sara, closing the gap between them. They were inside the doorway now, and Tegan reached behind her and shut the door.
"I, uh- I don't think you should be in here, Quin," Sara stuttered. She had to get Tegan out before she did something she would regret in the morning. The look in Tegan's eyes made Sara freeze, though. Her eyes had darkened and filled with some emotion Sara couldn't identify.
If I had to guess, I would think that maybe she wants me just as bad as I want her, Sara thought, unable to tear her eyes away from Tegan's. Her breathing was erratic and her palms were sweaty.
"Tegan, you need to leave." She covered her mouth. She hadn't to call Tegan by her first name. She knew that by letting Tegan's name slip from her lips, she had started something that she wasn't she would be able to stop.
Tegan didn't move, and Sara started to get desperate. "Listen, I don't know why you came here," she said. Her voice was shaking and she was talking fast. "You need to go now, though. You can't be here this late at night. It's against all protocol and-"
Suddenly, Tegan's hands were on her face and she had closed the small gap between them. Before she could stop it, Sara felt soft lips press against hers. She couldn't hold back the weak moan that escaped her throat. She tried to force herself to pull away from the lips caressing her own, but she couldn't. Her body wouldn't let her. This touch, this simple kiss, was everything her body had been begging for for almost two weeks. And now that she had it, she could not give it up.
Sara put one had on Tegan's face, running her thumb gently over her cheek. She moved her lips against Tegan's, and she felt Tegan's had drop from her face to run fingers through her hair. Sara managed to swallow another moan, surprised at how much she really wanted this.
Tegan brushed Sara's bottom lip with her tongue, and Sara tilted her head and let Tegan slip her tongue in her mouth. A wave of heat coursed through Sara's veins, straight to her core. She wrapped her arm around Tegan's waist, pulling her closer. Tegan's tongue was so slick and hot in her mouth, and Sara brushed her own against it gently. She leaned into Tegan's kiss, deepening it as much as she dared.
Sara's mind was completely blank. All she could register was the feeling of Tegan's tongue against her own and her soft curves pressed to Sara's body. Sara ran her hand through Tegan's hair, finally touching curls she had admired from a distance. Their tongues danced together, and Tegan's hips pressed against Sara's. Sara stumbled backwards, thrown off balance. Tegan caught her, though, not breaking the kiss. Tegan kept walking, leading Sara backward until she felt the back of her thighs bump her desk.
Without warning, Tegan lifted Sara up and sat her on the edge of the desk. Tegan pulled away from their kiss, only to attach her lips to Sara's neck. She kissed along her jaw, catching her ear between her teeth. Sara's mouth fell open in a silent moan. Tegan's breath on here ear drove her wild. She pulled Tegan as close as she could get her, throwing her legs around Tegan's waist.
One thought jumped into her mind. Stop. She knew this was going too far. But the alcohol in her system combined with the growing need at her core kept her from stopping. Tegan breathed heavily in Sara's ear, and Sara shuddered.
"Sara," Tegan whispered. Hearing her name coming from Tegan's mouth sent a pulse of desire through Sara. She pressed her hips hard against Tegan's and pulled Tegan's mouth back to hers. She needed to taste her again. She forced her tongue into Tegan's mouth, taking control. She kissed Tegan like she had never kiss anyone before, pouring every ounce of desire and fear into that moment. She heard a groan from Tegan, and she felt herself getting wetter.
She had to have her. She had to have Tegan right then and there. She didn't care if she was Tegan's captain, she wanted Tegan's hands on her skin. She wanted Tegan inside of her.
Tegan must have been able to sense her growing need, because she pulled Sara's shirt up just enough to slip her hands underneath. Sara shuddered at Tegan's touch. Fingernails dug into Sara's sides, and Sara pressed her hips into Tegan, trying to gain some friction on her aching core.
The phone rang suddenly, making Tegan and Sara jump apart.
"Fuck," Tegan said. Sara jumped down from the desk, hurriedly tucking her shirt in while the phone rang for a second time. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her head. She put one hand on the receiver, letting it ring again before answering promptly.
"Captain Clement," she said. Her voice was once again clear and commanding, not betraying what she had been doing only moments before. It was General Anders. He had called to make sure that Sara was aware that another group of recruits would be arriving in the morning and that they were to be put under the command of another captain on the base. She told him she was aware, and ended the call quickly.
But when she turned around to face Tegan, she was gone. Without thinking, Sara sank down to the floor, rested her forehead on her knees, and wept.