Author’s Note: Thanks very much to my Beta’s, Letomo and EllandrahSylver. The following ways of notation may be found in this story. This is excluding whatever I need to represent chatting, texting and stuff like that. Speech:
“Who’s on first.” Thought:
*What’s on second.
* I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Stargate. Written for the Day of Femslash, and this one’s for Joe… This story contains mild descriptions of sexual activity. PDA’s
Captain Jennifer Hailey was standing at a work table in her private lab, wearing boots, BDU pants and a standard t-shirt as she went over the device Major Carter had asked her to check. She was so absorbed in her work that she did not notice the door opening, or closing, or even the lock being activated. It wasn’t until a pair of slim hands moved under her t-shirt and fondled her breasts that she let out a squeak and attempted to turn round.
“You know you’re incredibly sexy when you’re absorbed in your work? And when you bend over and your BDU’s tighten over that lovely ass of yours I just want to eat you all up…” a voice whispered in Jennifer’s ear.
“K-Kennedy. Don’t do that!”
Kennedy hummed as her lips touched the nape of the scrumptious neck in front of her. There was a nervous, involuntary giggle.
“Ken, stop that! Someone might see!” Jennifer whispered fiercely.
“So I’ll tell them I’m checking for Goa’uld. After that mission they’ll believe it,” Kennedy replied blithely. “And besides, I locked the door.”
“Ken!” Jennifer yelped as one hand that had been lightly massaging her left breast suddenly moved south of the border, slipping past the slightly loosened belt she wore. “Ken, not here! Please?” She begged.
Kennedy stopped immediately. “I’m sorry. Oh god, Jen, I’m so sorry,” her voice was tiny and filled with self-loathing.
Jennifer looked around. Kennedy’s face was still dirty and her clothes were still covered in blood. Some of that was the blood of Janet Fraiser, whose life was only saved by the Slayer’s intervention. She had only just been taken from the OR into the recovery room and the SGC had let out its concerted breath. Kennedy had taken out at least two dozen Jaffa and saved half a dozen lives besides Janet.
Willow had warned Jennifer about this. Slayers got very antsy after battle. The adrenaline needed a way to work out of their system. Faith, with a wink had called it the double H. Jennifer took Kennedy’s face in her hands and gave her quick, gentle kiss on the lips.
“It’s okay. You’re just a bit overwrought and weren’t thinking.”
“I still should know better,” Kennedy replied contritely. “If they catch us, your career is over.”
Jennifer smiled. “As a soldier, possibly. As a liaison to the Slayers? I think not. But I like being an officer. So please don’t do that on base.”
“I know. “I’m sorry,” Kennedy apologized again, and Jennifer leaned in slightly to lean her forehead against Kennedy’s.
“You’ve been waiting for Janet to get out if the OR all this time?” she asked.
Kennedy nodded, rather brusquely, trying to hide her tears.
“And you did not take time to eat and shower?” Jennifer stated.
In response Kennedy’s stomach grumbled.
Jennifer shook her head, took Kennedy’s hand and led her away. “Shower first, then food. C’mon.”
Just inside the door she let go of Kennedy’s hand, led her to the womens’ locker room and pushed her into the shower. Once the water started running she went to Kennedy’s locker and took out some clean clothes. Then she went into the shower and sighed at the clothes strewn about. They were soiled with sweat and blood and the bodily fluids of Kennedy’s opponents. “I’m throwing your dirty stuff in the trash, Ken. I don’t think any of it can be salvaged.”
There was an indistinct murmur and Hailey looked into the shower. Kennedy was facing her, washing her front, smiled seductively and turned, dropped her sponge and bent over to pick it up. Jennifer groaned and returned to the locker room. Kennedy came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, dried herself off and put on the clothes Jennifer had laid out. She led the way to the cafeteria. Jennifer had called ahead to warn them a hungry slayer was on the way. There were several of Kennedy’s favourite dishes being prepared and Kennedy stacked her tray high and sat down, starting to wolf down her food as soon as she sat down.
Jennifer shook her head fondly. “You could have asked for a snack while you were waiting, you know.”
Kennedy nodded, not speaking since her mouth was full. Jennifer waited until Kennedy had finished her second tray. Then she smiled. “Still hungry?”
Kennedy nodded, her eyes on Jennifer’s lips.
The smile widened. “I could take you home and give you a nice, home-cooked meal… in the kitchen…”
Kennedy’s eyes widened. She licked her lips. “Okay.”
Hailey rose. “I’m off duty. I was just waiting for news about Major Fraiser. Come, Miss De Villarosa, I’ll drive you home. You’re in no condition to do so yourself.”
In the corner where they had been talking since hearing Janet and Jack would recover Teal’c, Sam and Daniel watched the two young women leave.
“That one is a fierce warrior,” Teal’c noted.
Daniel sipped his coffee. “That she is.”
“I hope she enjoys her home-cooked meal,” Jackson remarked blandly.
Sam sighed and shook her head. “No doubt she will.”
“I do not recall Captain Hailey being a particularly good cook,” Teal’c remarked blandly. “But I suppose there are some dishes she is capable of preparing.”
“Oysters, probably,” Daniel suggested. “And clams.”
Sam glared at the two men and rose. “I’m going home. To eat.”
Daniel smiled. “A pity Jack isn’t capable of barbequing yet. I’m sure he’d make you a hotdog instead of a steak… if you asked nicely.”
“Or you could prepare him a clambake?” Teal’c suggested.
Sam gasped, looking between the two men, then turned on her heel, face flaming and left.
Daniel blew on his coffee. “Well, now.”
Teal’c lifted an eyebrow. “Indeed.”
Daniel smiled. “So we were talking about marital and relationships customs among the Jaffa, Teal’c…”
BtVS SG-1 BtVS SG-1 BtVS SG-1 BtVS SG-1 BtVS SG-1 BtVS SG-1 BtVS SG-1 Kennedy’s house *This is not exactly what I intended,*
Jennifer thought muzzily as she lay spread eagled tied to Kennedy’s kitchen table, her hands and ankles lightly tied to the farm oak table legs. The groceries she’d bought on the way here were standing disregarded by the fridge, except for the perishables. Jennifer’s parents had never had much money and Kennedy had learned quickly that no matter how rich she was wasting food was not something Jen would condone.
Kennedy had bought groceries too, and now was eating them. So far she’d had syrup, and honey, and chocolate and ice-cream. Jennifer was getting a bit woozy now. Kennedy was a very skilled eater. The table was rather hard but the experience was interesting enough that Jennifer wasn’t complaining.
“Still comfortable?” Kennedy purred into her ear, one hand reaching out to play with the hard nipple of Jen’s right breast, the other dabbing another touch of ice-cream on the left. “Still up for some home cooking?”
Jennifer whimpered and bit her lip. “Please!”
Kennedy grinned and kissed off the ice-cream, licking and nibbling.
In the fridge the steaks and salad that Jennifer had bought to feed to Kennedy sat, ignored.