Disclaimer: I do not own Treasure Planet or Tarzan they belong to Disney.
Author's Note: There is a good chance of OOCness. WARNING: Lemon.
Jane woke up to the smell of Amelia in her nose and her stomach cramping. She didn't have time to wonder about her surroundings. She dove off the bed and made it to the bathroom just in time to throw up in the toilet.
After weeks of fighting the court system in England so she wasn't left a pauper, having to see her now ex-husband on the arm of some Jaguar Queen, the chaos had finally worn down with that last signing. Her head swam, apparently being heartsick had caused her health to decline so rapidly she was now holed up inside Captain Amelia's quarters, fighting a rather nasty virus. Ever since the night she had had her revelation with the Captain she had tried her best to avoid the feline, but fate seemed to have other plans for her.
Gentle hands pulled her hair out of the way – though it was too late for that – and wiped her face with a damp washcloth. Someone had put a pair of underwear and one of Amelia's shirts on her.
"At least you made it to the loo this time," Amelia said.
"Happy to oblige," She managed before heaving up some more - so hard it came burning out her nose as well as her mouth. By the time she finished, she'd have been crying on the floor if the idea of doing that in front of Amelia hadn't rankled. She ran a toothbrush half sopping with paste against her teeth and spat in disgust, bile and a strong copper tang leaving her mouth.
Amelia waited until it became apparent that getting to the bathroom was as good as Jane was going to manage before she tsk'd softly and drew the human into her arms. Her weight not wasn't enough to even make the Captain break a sweat. She tucked her back in to the sheets, "The Doctor told us you'd sleep a lot for a while. The vomiting surprised him, though. Probably something to do with your resistance to quit, pushing your body this far is dangerous, especially, I'm told for a normal human. Best thing for you is sleep."
Jane turned her head out from the pillow far enough to give the Captain a weary smile.
It was still dark out the next time Jane woke up so it wasn't too much later. She lay unmoving as long as she could. She knew Amelia was still in the room and didn't want to attract her attention.
Without nausea to distract her, the events of the last couple weeks, those that she remembered clearly anyway, rolled through her head like a horror movie; so horrible that you can't force yourself to stop watching. Worse, she could faintly make out the scent of Tarzan's cologne, a dark musk with a clear after scent that reminded her of a tropical breeze, the tang of sea salt caught in her nose as she glanced frantically around, her eyes alighting on a pair of white gloves, the only blemish she knew would be the torn tip of one of the fingers. She vaguely remembered him stuffing the gloves in with her sparse belongings. He'd slid the box across the mahogany table of the last meeting, a cruel smirk on his face, if Amelia hadn't been there to squeeze her shoulder in silent support she might never have been able to gather up her tarnished pride and walk out of that office, box tucked under her arm as she fled with the Captain, a tight hold on her hand as she had led Jane out of that nightmare and into freedom.
Jane remembered she couldn't put on any of her clothes because they still smelled like. . . everything. Even though the shirt she wore smelled of Amelia and the underwear was a clean pair of her own and she was pretty sure someone had scrubbed her up before putting her in them since she remembered being covered in sick. . .
As soon as the thought occurred, she remembered standing in Amelia's shower and Amelia's voice in her ear. "You'll be fine. Let me just get this stuff off you - "
Amelia pulled the edge of the blanket over Jane and sat on the edge of the mattress. Her face was drawn with worry and weariness. "I'm sorry," she said tiredly. "I'm so sorry, what's been done to you, it isn't right and if I. . . If I made things more difficult for you." Amelia growled, but Jane could tell she was trying to hold on to her control and explain.
Jane didn't give her time to, terror and anger and something else pushed Jane until she threw the duvet from her body and grabbed Amelia's hands in her own, tugging until the captain leaned down. "I understand," Jane's voice was a caress, "Amelia."
Amelia put her face against Jane's neck then gave a half laugh. "You smell like me."
Strong arms pulled Jane tightly against Amelia as she shifted to sit on the bed, in a quiet voice. "It's only fair to warn you that you sealed your fate tonight. When you knew you were in trouble, you came to me. That makes twice, Jane, and twice is almost as good as a declaration. You are mine now."
Amelia's hands, which had been moving in circles on Jane's back, stopped and took a good hold on Jane's upper arms. "I won't force you but. . . I won't leave or let you leave either. If you can fight and come out of an abusive marriage, you can certainly overcome any advantages I might have being not human gives me if you really want to. No more excuses, Jane. You are mine, and I am keeping you."
Jane's independent nature, which would doubtless reassert itself soon, wold be outraged by this possessive, arrogant, and medieval concept. But. . .
Tarzan's wish that Jane would always be alone had hit her particularly hard . . . because it was something she already knew. Nothing like being a human married to a man raised by Apes and living in the jungle with only the wild to comfort her, makes you understand that different means not belonging. She didn't belong in England either, not since her mother had died, though she loved her father and her home country.
Under the weight of the unvarnished, possessive intent that began in Amelia's words and carried through to her body, Jane's whole world shook on it's axis.
Amelia looked deep into Jane's eyes, wordlessly communicating the depths of the love she felt for the human beneath her, that was rising now into a passion almost beyond control. Then Amelia's lips were on hers, crushing them with an intensity that caused Jane to shiver in delight.
Their kiss grew deeper as Amelia's hands followed the tremors down Jane's body, enjoying the smoothness of her skin, palms and fingertips, claws taking in the sensation of the pleasure her touch was giving Jane and making Amelia tremble in response. One of Amelia's hands slid around Jane's back, tugging the shirt from the girl's body and drew her forward in a strong embrace as the other continued its downward path, tracing the contour of her breast, her side and waist, down the line of her hip and her upper leg, turning artlessly inward to snag the side of Jane's underwear in her claws, there Amelia paused, her face growing rosier under Jane's gaze.
"Why, Amelia; you're blushing!"
"Don't tell anyone; you'll ruin my hard-bitten reputation," she answered, laughing with Jane. Amelia gave an impatient tug on the cotton undies, her lips brushed Jane's cheek as the girl moved up the line of the feline's face until her lips were above her soft ear. "Your secret is safe with me," Jane whispered.
Amelia's mouth moved to the hollow of Jane's throat, caressing with fondness the area she had first come to desire when they met, tracing up the long slender neck until her lips touched Jane's ear. In her own language she whispered her deepest feelings toJane as her hands sought her pleasure, slicing the underwear off with a single claw.
"I love you," Amelia whispered.
Jane echoed the feline's words between broken breaths that grew shallower as Amelia's hands intensified their motions, Amelia's touch gently increasing in perfect rhythm with her desires. Amelia's lips returned to the hollow of Jane's throat and then moved lower, lovingly caressing the girl's breasts, warm with longing and arousal. Amelia descended, brushing Jane's abdomen with appreciative kisses.
Amelia's head disappeared beneath the duvet, tracing a careful line as she moved to the top of Jane's thigh, then lower still. The soft musical sounds Jane was making became airy whimpers, Jane gripped Amelia's head, fingers tangling in the short strands, and Amelia did not stop her efforts until Jane cried out in delight.
Warm, peaceful sensations began to take over Jane's body as she languidly ran a hand through Amelia's hair, the captain's head resting on Jane's abdomen. Her eyes remained closed as Amelia sat up, the warmth of the captain's grin perceptible even without being seen.
At last Amelia's lips pressed gently against hers in a final loving kiss, and Jane opened her eyes. An inquisitive smile was on Amelia's face; her eyes, with their strange vertical slits, sparkled warmly in a way Jane was beginning to treasure. Jane returned Amelia's smile as she ran a lazy hand over the feline's hair again. Amelia slipped her hand behind Jane and eased herself next to Jane in the huge bed, pulling the slender girl into her arms.
Jane snuggled against Amelia's chest and sighed, feeling totally happy. Her eyes shown up at Amelia like starlight reflected on the water. Amelia felt her throat tighten.
"Star of my heart; I have found my guiding star. It is you, Jane."
They slept eventually, curled up around each other, Amelia chasing away any of the dark dreams that dared threaten the human.