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prowler_pilotTitle: Elusion
Pairing: Qetesh-Vala / Osiris-Sarah Gardner
Rating: Nc-17
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sg_femslash minificathon. Written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ryf
Prompt:“Never explain…your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.”
Author Notes: Thanks to the lovelyracethewind10 for the beta and the edits that made this a better read.
“How many did we lose?” Qetesh paced the room impatiently, her long, raven coloured hair swaying elegantly behind her. Her eyes darted to the large window to her right and scanned the dark depths of space until she spotted what was left of her squadron lurching their way back to the mother ship. Fury mounted inside her at the sight of the battered gliders.
The Jaffa rose his head almost imperceptibly, following her movements. He kept the rest of his body completely still, down on one knee in front of her empty throne. “A dozen, my lord.”
Someone less familiar to such exchanges wouldn’t have noticed the slight trembling in the Jaffa’s voice, a mix of fear and resignation that Vala knew all too well. It was a sound she loathed, maybe even more than the screaming and the crying that still echoed in her ears even when the world around her was completely silent.
Vala couldn’t understand the passive acceptance of one’s fate; the ultimate fulfilment of a prophecy taken at face value. Every time, every battle, every chance, her mind cried out a silent plea. Fight. It didn’t matter if the odds were against her – and in most cases, they were -, it was always worth a shot.
Qetesh spun on her heels and Vala found herself looking straight at the Jaffa from her dominant position. “That’s half of them.” The Goa’uld’s rage boiled, white hot, in Vala’s body, and for an endless, terrible moment, all her thoughts were drowned under the crushing wave of anger.
“Ba’al’s fleet is stronger, my Lord, and we were outnumbered.” The man stared at the polished floor, not daring to meet his God’s angry gaze. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the dark bronze, splattering on the reflection of his face.
He was a fairly young warrior, for a Jaffa, but he’d been in Qetesh’s service for a long time. Skilled in hand-to-hand combat and strategy, he was the most likely candidate to become her new first prime. He had dark hair and eyes, and an aquiline nose that pointed down at his mouth like an arrow. He wore a well-trimmed goatee and was always clean, because appearance was important in this Goa’uld’s ranks.
“Excuses! It’s all I’ve been hearing lately. I’m very displeased with you, Sat’rac.” She stepped closer as her voice dropped low and took on a lethal edge.
“I’m sorry, my Lord, I failed you.” He bowed his head lower, his forehead almost touching his metal-clad kneecap. “Merciful Qetesh, I wish to prove my unconditional loyalty to you in the next battle. I will not be defeated.”
Qetesh graced him with her version of a benevolent smile, though Vala thought it resembled a despising leer. The host tried to retreat further into her mind – to escape what she knew was inevitable - but to no avail. She was keeping her alert, on the surface, so that she could have a privileged view of what she was about to accomplish.
“You speak well, Sat’rac.” Qetesh spoke softly now. She circled his kneeling form, the light suede dress flowing gracefully around her slender, shapely calves, deliberately reminding him of what he could have had if he’d only managed to return victorious.
“I’m merciful indeed, but you, of all people, should know the rules.” She halted again in front of him and raised the hand enveloped in the golden shape of the ribbon device. Her eyes glowed.
“No second chances.”
Sat’rac’s rough, primal scream echoed off the ship’s walls, and rang mercilessly in Vala’s consciousness, as she became a helpless witness to the murder that was taking place in front of her.
A murder she not only watched, but felt. All of Qetesh’s sick, twisted joy at the feeling of taking another life, Vala was forced to endure. Sat’rac’s scream was mirrored in her heart and Vala threw herself against her captor – knowing full well it was useless - surrendering to her first and most mindless instinct; fight
Whether she was fighting for her life, or her death, Vala didn’t know anymore.
***
All her life, Vala had heard stories about the Goa’uld. Tales of their malice and their Jaffa’s brutality were widely recounted in almost every planet she’d visited. She had seen the destruction their thirst for power had brought upon a vast amount of people, including, one sunny morning of a late summer day, her village.
Back then, she had shared the common belief that when a person’s body was taken as a host, the spirit within died. She wished it had been true, because the torture a host’s consciousness was subject to was – in her opinion anyway - far worse than death.
The lack of control over her body had upset her in those first moments, but for a few seconds, she had been blissfully ignorant of the cause. At least until she started sensing Qetesh’s thoughts.
Popular tales didn’t even start to cover how ruthless, vicious and malignant these beings actually were. She had spent long enough in the prison of her own head to know Qetesh drew a sort of sick pleasure in playing with her, forcing her to watch as she, or her Jaffa, killed hundreds of innocent people for her own purposes of grandeur.
Losing her mastery on her own body, her limbs and eyes and voice not responding to her input anymore, wasn’t like anything she had ever experienced before. It reminded her, if only vaguely, of the incredible device she had seen during one of her many trips with her father. It allowed you to live as many adventures as you wanted just by lying in a pod and putting on a pair of very large, heavy glasses.
This was similar on many levels. She still had the use of her senses, albeit reduced; scents and tactical sensations came to her as though through a thick cotton wall, as if the symbiote absorbed the essence of reality before it could reach her.
All she had now were faded memories of advanced technologies, stunning views and days spent laughing; mere memories she found more and more difficult to hang on to when she witnessed the unjustified manslaughter of helpless villagers and the destructions of planets from orbit.
Qetesh didn’t even have to laugh out loud then: all the disdain, the smug superiority she felt towards her host and human beings reached Vala through the thin tendrils of thought that kept the two of them connected. She tickled and tormented Vala when she was bored, probing her mind and mocking what she found in there that was most dear to her. There were some things that Vala managed to keep private however. She was powerful, but not enough to access all of Vala’s memories and feelings. It was the part she hid with all her will and fought viciously for when hiding might not be enough. So far, she had been successful, and Vala held on to that tiny, singular success with everything she had. The success, and the memory, became her touchstone, her foundation, and her hope. It was the last thing that was truly hers and she wasn’t about to let Qetesh know what, or who, she was protecting so jealously.
***
The alliance with Osiris didn’t come as a surprise; Ba’al was gaining power in the sector of the galaxy where most of Qetesh’s planets were located, and her only chance to limit his expansion was by seeking the support of another minor Goa’uld. What was unexpected, was the thrill of delight that gently coursed through Qetesh’s insides at the sight of Osiris’s new host.
It was a woman, and a very attractive one at that. She was probably taller than Vala herself was, slender and well-built. The skin exposed by the richly embroidered ivory dress she wore was pale, and silky to the touch. It matched perfectly the soft nuances of green in her eyes and the strawberry blonde of her tight curls.
They didn’t hesitate long before they became lovers, Qetesh’s pheromones appealing to the male symbiote regardless of the gender of his host. Vala felt, more than sensed, the Goa’uld’s arousal, the excitement of discovery run up her spine as a shudder, raising goosebumps where her skin lay flush to Orisis’s warm body.
Again, Vala wanted to retreat as far as she could in the shell of her brain, as she always did during intercourse. But this time, with her body still gently throbbing from her orgasm, she found herself staring into the green depths of the woman who called herself Sarah Gardner, and saw her own humanity reflected in them.
That night, Vala discovered the silver lining in what she thought was an endless black cloud enveloping her.
***
“How do you think it happens?” Sarah turned her face into the hand cupping her cheek and nuzzled the palm. It was strange and exhilarating at the same time, and Vala treasured every second they were allowed to be together.
“I don’t care, as long as it keeps happening.” Vala ran her thumb over Sarah’s lips, memorizing their texture and full softness.
They hadn’t talked much during those first times. They would just look at each other in mild surprise as the sweat dried from their overheated bodies, too shocked to say anything, or maybe, scared that the sound of a voice would break the spell and hurl them back in the narrow space they inhabited.
Sarah smiled and untangled her limbs from the rich, deep red silk blankets.
“You never told me where you’re from.”
“Here and there.” She replied elusively. “I used to travel a lot. I’ve been on so many planets I’ve forgotten which one I grew up on.” She waved her hand in dismissal, and Sarah caught it in mid-hair. It was a lame joke, and they both knew it.
Sarah gave her hand a squeeze. “When did it happen?”
She didn’t need to say anything else.
“The day I was taken. All I remember is the wave hitting the shields of the mothership.” A planet like many others. Obliterated. Shattered in a million pieces. She tried not to think of her mother, and all the people that had been a part of her life.
Maybe one day she’d tell Sarah about lake Minhea and the purple flowers that she liked so much.
Sarah looked positively disturbed by her answer. “I’m sorry.” She rubbed her nose along the side of Vala’s neck, the only comfort she could offer. It was a simple gesture, but she appreciated it nonetheless.
“I take it your planet’s still intact?” Vala asked.
“Yes. From what I’ve picked up from the other System Lords, my people have killed several major Goa’uld in the last few years.”
Vala wasn’t easily impressed, but this caught her attention, and she steered the conversation away from the small talk or pregnant silences they usually shared while their symbiotes were dormant.
“Do you think they’ll come for you? To rescue you, I mean.” She saw Sarah studying her from above, her head propped upon her hand and a stray curl decorating her forehead, gold against white alabaster. She was searching her face for any sign that would give away what Vala was thinking.
They had discussed death as a means to alleviate their sufferings many times. Killing themselves, or each other, while they were lucid. Knowing they had an escape route, as drastic as it was, made Vala feel better, if only slightly.
“You still want to die?” Sarah queried, her voice a whisper.
Vala shrugged. “Not if there’s a concrete possibility of getting my life back.”
“And forget all the atrocities-”
Vala cut her off with a loud, tired sigh. This wasn’t the time or place to dwell on the images that haunted them in their every waking moment.
“I was always told that when a Goa’uld takes the body of a human, the host’s spirit doesn’t survive. Will your friends know that this is a lie?”
“I’m confident they do. My friends are…smart people.” There was a fondness in Sarah’s eyes as she spoke of these people that made her stomach clench with a small pang of jealousy. Vala craned her neck and captured Sarah’s lips in a soft kiss, reinforcing her claim on the young woman.
“I hope you’re right.” It was a meaningless hope, and they both knew it, but being optimistic when they were together eased a bit of the burden from their shoulders.
Unwilling to dwell on the might be’s and if only’s, Vala kissed Sarah again. Longer, slower, her tongue moving lazily like Sarah’s hands on her body. She ran them up and down Vala’s arms, the tips of her fingers grazing her breasts before ghosting away. It was enough to stir her desire, deep down in her belly.
Her kisses became more demanding and she arched her back off the mattress to press her body fully against Sarah’s. The blonde pushed her back down on the bed, gently, her soft laughter echoing in the room.
She placed a kiss on Vala’s lips. “God, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Her fingers trailed, feather-like, over her skin, tracing the contours of the bruises she found in her path.
Sex with Osiris was more lascivious and seductively slower than with Qetesh’s past lovers, but his foreplay was still aggressive in a alpha-male kind of way, and sometimes painful.
“You’re not the first person to say that.” A moan escaped Vala’s lips as Sarah’s thigh slipped between her legs. Vala’s hips rocked steadily against her.
“I was serious.”
Vala reached out for her, her hand briefly threading into Sarah’s golden curls before she slipped two fingers inside her. Her thumb soon found her clit, which elicited a sudden gasp from her lover.
“I’m not so good at serious.” She panted in retort, and she pushed her fingers deeper into the silken, wet heat of Sarah.
As desperate and tragic as these moments were, Vala never ceased to revel in the feeling of taking another woman’s body – of brining her pleasure and hearing her soft cries. For those precious, all too brief moments, the dark woman could let go of the nightmares and the pain she’d seen and simply focus on how beautiful the pale woman was.
Sarah’s knee bumped into Vala’s pubic bone just in the right way as they both moved, and it wasn’t long before the pressure in her belly became too much and she climaxed, her hips grinding hard in rhythm with the waves that washed over her.
Her fingers continued her merciless attack on Sarah, until she, too, came with a choked scream. She flopped down on top of Vala and found a comfortable position, curling up along the curve of her body. She hooked a leg around one of Vala’s calves and rested her head on her shoulder. It felt incredibly good.
Vala’s heart was still drumming wildly in her ribcage and in her ears as she wrapped her arms around Sarah’s slim waist. “How much time do we have?” She asked, her voice a whisper.
Sarah sighed, and buried her face in the crook of Vala’s neck. “Never enough.”
***
Daniel’s scowl deepened. It wasn’t a good sign.
“Yes, of course, I’ll tell her. Thank you. Take care of yourself. Bye.”
Vala bounced lightly on her toes and leaned a little forward on Daniel’s desk, her smile firmly in place. In reality, she felt like she had an army of angry Jaffa in her stomach, but she wasn’t going to let him know that. “Well?”
She watched Daniel as he replaced the receiver in its cradle and then pinched the bridge of his nose with that same hand. He closed his eyes briefly, and then looked up at her.
When he spoke his voice was, at least for once, gentle. “Vala…”
Her heart sank.
“She doesn’t want to see me, right?” She tried to look idle as she shrugged. “It’s fine, really.” She didn’t lose her smile, but she hoped her voice wouldn’t betray her.
“I’m sorry.” Daniel sat back in his chair, his arms crossed. He was looking steadily at her. Looking for a sign of vulnerability, maybe.
“It’s not your fault.” She offered.
“No.” He echoed. “Look, Sarah went through some dark times after the symbiote was removed, I suppose that seeing you could bring back demons she’s not yet ready to face. You’re part of what she’s trying to forget.”
“I know.” That’s why it hurt so much. “I need to go, Sam has asked me to get some extra wires for her and I haven’t really…” She trailed off. She wished he’d stop looking at her like that.
“Go if you have to,” he conceded, “but if you want to talk about this later, I’m here to listen.”
“No.” Her answer was firm. “She’s right, you know, if you think about it.” She looked down at her boots and sighed. “It’s just a bunch of bad memories.”
Pairing: Qetesh-Vala / Osiris-Sarah Gardner
Rating: Nc-17
Summary:
sg_femslash minificathon. Written for ryfPrompt:“Never explain…your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.”
Author Notes: Thanks to the lovely
racethewind10 for the beta and the edits that made this a better read. “How many did we lose?” Qetesh paced the room impatiently, her long, raven coloured hair swaying elegantly behind her. Her eyes darted to the large window to her right and scanned the dark depths of space until she spotted what was left of her squadron lurching their way back to the mother ship. Fury mounted inside her at the sight of the battered gliders.
The Jaffa rose his head almost imperceptibly, following her movements. He kept the rest of his body completely still, down on one knee in front of her empty throne. “A dozen, my lord.”
Someone less familiar to such exchanges wouldn’t have noticed the slight trembling in the Jaffa’s voice, a mix of fear and resignation that Vala knew all too well. It was a sound she loathed, maybe even more than the screaming and the crying that still echoed in her ears even when the world around her was completely silent.
Vala couldn’t understand the passive acceptance of one’s fate; the ultimate fulfilment of a prophecy taken at face value. Every time, every battle, every chance, her mind cried out a silent plea. Fight. It didn’t matter if the odds were against her – and in most cases, they were -, it was always worth a shot.
Qetesh spun on her heels and Vala found herself looking straight at the Jaffa from her dominant position. “That’s half of them.” The Goa’uld’s rage boiled, white hot, in Vala’s body, and for an endless, terrible moment, all her thoughts were drowned under the crushing wave of anger.
“Ba’al’s fleet is stronger, my Lord, and we were outnumbered.” The man stared at the polished floor, not daring to meet his God’s angry gaze. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the dark bronze, splattering on the reflection of his face.
He was a fairly young warrior, for a Jaffa, but he’d been in Qetesh’s service for a long time. Skilled in hand-to-hand combat and strategy, he was the most likely candidate to become her new first prime. He had dark hair and eyes, and an aquiline nose that pointed down at his mouth like an arrow. He wore a well-trimmed goatee and was always clean, because appearance was important in this Goa’uld’s ranks.
“Excuses! It’s all I’ve been hearing lately. I’m very displeased with you, Sat’rac.” She stepped closer as her voice dropped low and took on a lethal edge.
“I’m sorry, my Lord, I failed you.” He bowed his head lower, his forehead almost touching his metal-clad kneecap. “Merciful Qetesh, I wish to prove my unconditional loyalty to you in the next battle. I will not be defeated.”
Qetesh graced him with her version of a benevolent smile, though Vala thought it resembled a despising leer. The host tried to retreat further into her mind – to escape what she knew was inevitable - but to no avail. She was keeping her alert, on the surface, so that she could have a privileged view of what she was about to accomplish.
“You speak well, Sat’rac.” Qetesh spoke softly now. She circled his kneeling form, the light suede dress flowing gracefully around her slender, shapely calves, deliberately reminding him of what he could have had if he’d only managed to return victorious.
“I’m merciful indeed, but you, of all people, should know the rules.” She halted again in front of him and raised the hand enveloped in the golden shape of the ribbon device. Her eyes glowed.
“No second chances.”
Sat’rac’s rough, primal scream echoed off the ship’s walls, and rang mercilessly in Vala’s consciousness, as she became a helpless witness to the murder that was taking place in front of her.
A murder she not only watched, but felt. All of Qetesh’s sick, twisted joy at the feeling of taking another life, Vala was forced to endure. Sat’rac’s scream was mirrored in her heart and Vala threw herself against her captor – knowing full well it was useless - surrendering to her first and most mindless instinct; fight
Whether she was fighting for her life, or her death, Vala didn’t know anymore.
***
All her life, Vala had heard stories about the Goa’uld. Tales of their malice and their Jaffa’s brutality were widely recounted in almost every planet she’d visited. She had seen the destruction their thirst for power had brought upon a vast amount of people, including, one sunny morning of a late summer day, her village.
Back then, she had shared the common belief that when a person’s body was taken as a host, the spirit within died. She wished it had been true, because the torture a host’s consciousness was subject to was – in her opinion anyway - far worse than death.
The lack of control over her body had upset her in those first moments, but for a few seconds, she had been blissfully ignorant of the cause. At least until she started sensing Qetesh’s thoughts.
Popular tales didn’t even start to cover how ruthless, vicious and malignant these beings actually were. She had spent long enough in the prison of her own head to know Qetesh drew a sort of sick pleasure in playing with her, forcing her to watch as she, or her Jaffa, killed hundreds of innocent people for her own purposes of grandeur.
Losing her mastery on her own body, her limbs and eyes and voice not responding to her input anymore, wasn’t like anything she had ever experienced before. It reminded her, if only vaguely, of the incredible device she had seen during one of her many trips with her father. It allowed you to live as many adventures as you wanted just by lying in a pod and putting on a pair of very large, heavy glasses.
This was similar on many levels. She still had the use of her senses, albeit reduced; scents and tactical sensations came to her as though through a thick cotton wall, as if the symbiote absorbed the essence of reality before it could reach her.
All she had now were faded memories of advanced technologies, stunning views and days spent laughing; mere memories she found more and more difficult to hang on to when she witnessed the unjustified manslaughter of helpless villagers and the destructions of planets from orbit.
Qetesh didn’t even have to laugh out loud then: all the disdain, the smug superiority she felt towards her host and human beings reached Vala through the thin tendrils of thought that kept the two of them connected. She tickled and tormented Vala when she was bored, probing her mind and mocking what she found in there that was most dear to her. There were some things that Vala managed to keep private however. She was powerful, but not enough to access all of Vala’s memories and feelings. It was the part she hid with all her will and fought viciously for when hiding might not be enough. So far, she had been successful, and Vala held on to that tiny, singular success with everything she had. The success, and the memory, became her touchstone, her foundation, and her hope. It was the last thing that was truly hers and she wasn’t about to let Qetesh know what, or who, she was protecting so jealously.
***
The alliance with Osiris didn’t come as a surprise; Ba’al was gaining power in the sector of the galaxy where most of Qetesh’s planets were located, and her only chance to limit his expansion was by seeking the support of another minor Goa’uld. What was unexpected, was the thrill of delight that gently coursed through Qetesh’s insides at the sight of Osiris’s new host.
It was a woman, and a very attractive one at that. She was probably taller than Vala herself was, slender and well-built. The skin exposed by the richly embroidered ivory dress she wore was pale, and silky to the touch. It matched perfectly the soft nuances of green in her eyes and the strawberry blonde of her tight curls.
They didn’t hesitate long before they became lovers, Qetesh’s pheromones appealing to the male symbiote regardless of the gender of his host. Vala felt, more than sensed, the Goa’uld’s arousal, the excitement of discovery run up her spine as a shudder, raising goosebumps where her skin lay flush to Orisis’s warm body.
Again, Vala wanted to retreat as far as she could in the shell of her brain, as she always did during intercourse. But this time, with her body still gently throbbing from her orgasm, she found herself staring into the green depths of the woman who called herself Sarah Gardner, and saw her own humanity reflected in them.
That night, Vala discovered the silver lining in what she thought was an endless black cloud enveloping her.
***
“How do you think it happens?” Sarah turned her face into the hand cupping her cheek and nuzzled the palm. It was strange and exhilarating at the same time, and Vala treasured every second they were allowed to be together.
“I don’t care, as long as it keeps happening.” Vala ran her thumb over Sarah’s lips, memorizing their texture and full softness.
They hadn’t talked much during those first times. They would just look at each other in mild surprise as the sweat dried from their overheated bodies, too shocked to say anything, or maybe, scared that the sound of a voice would break the spell and hurl them back in the narrow space they inhabited.
Sarah smiled and untangled her limbs from the rich, deep red silk blankets.
“You never told me where you’re from.”
“Here and there.” She replied elusively. “I used to travel a lot. I’ve been on so many planets I’ve forgotten which one I grew up on.” She waved her hand in dismissal, and Sarah caught it in mid-hair. It was a lame joke, and they both knew it.
Sarah gave her hand a squeeze. “When did it happen?”
She didn’t need to say anything else.
“The day I was taken. All I remember is the wave hitting the shields of the mothership.” A planet like many others. Obliterated. Shattered in a million pieces. She tried not to think of her mother, and all the people that had been a part of her life.
Maybe one day she’d tell Sarah about lake Minhea and the purple flowers that she liked so much.
Sarah looked positively disturbed by her answer. “I’m sorry.” She rubbed her nose along the side of Vala’s neck, the only comfort she could offer. It was a simple gesture, but she appreciated it nonetheless.
“I take it your planet’s still intact?” Vala asked.
“Yes. From what I’ve picked up from the other System Lords, my people have killed several major Goa’uld in the last few years.”
Vala wasn’t easily impressed, but this caught her attention, and she steered the conversation away from the small talk or pregnant silences they usually shared while their symbiotes were dormant.
“Do you think they’ll come for you? To rescue you, I mean.” She saw Sarah studying her from above, her head propped upon her hand and a stray curl decorating her forehead, gold against white alabaster. She was searching her face for any sign that would give away what Vala was thinking.
They had discussed death as a means to alleviate their sufferings many times. Killing themselves, or each other, while they were lucid. Knowing they had an escape route, as drastic as it was, made Vala feel better, if only slightly.
“You still want to die?” Sarah queried, her voice a whisper.
Vala shrugged. “Not if there’s a concrete possibility of getting my life back.”
“And forget all the atrocities-”
Vala cut her off with a loud, tired sigh. This wasn’t the time or place to dwell on the images that haunted them in their every waking moment.
“I was always told that when a Goa’uld takes the body of a human, the host’s spirit doesn’t survive. Will your friends know that this is a lie?”
“I’m confident they do. My friends are…smart people.” There was a fondness in Sarah’s eyes as she spoke of these people that made her stomach clench with a small pang of jealousy. Vala craned her neck and captured Sarah’s lips in a soft kiss, reinforcing her claim on the young woman.
“I hope you’re right.” It was a meaningless hope, and they both knew it, but being optimistic when they were together eased a bit of the burden from their shoulders.
Unwilling to dwell on the might be’s and if only’s, Vala kissed Sarah again. Longer, slower, her tongue moving lazily like Sarah’s hands on her body. She ran them up and down Vala’s arms, the tips of her fingers grazing her breasts before ghosting away. It was enough to stir her desire, deep down in her belly.
Her kisses became more demanding and she arched her back off the mattress to press her body fully against Sarah’s. The blonde pushed her back down on the bed, gently, her soft laughter echoing in the room.
She placed a kiss on Vala’s lips. “God, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Her fingers trailed, feather-like, over her skin, tracing the contours of the bruises she found in her path.
Sex with Osiris was more lascivious and seductively slower than with Qetesh’s past lovers, but his foreplay was still aggressive in a alpha-male kind of way, and sometimes painful.
“You’re not the first person to say that.” A moan escaped Vala’s lips as Sarah’s thigh slipped between her legs. Vala’s hips rocked steadily against her.
“I was serious.”
Vala reached out for her, her hand briefly threading into Sarah’s golden curls before she slipped two fingers inside her. Her thumb soon found her clit, which elicited a sudden gasp from her lover.
“I’m not so good at serious.” She panted in retort, and she pushed her fingers deeper into the silken, wet heat of Sarah.
As desperate and tragic as these moments were, Vala never ceased to revel in the feeling of taking another woman’s body – of brining her pleasure and hearing her soft cries. For those precious, all too brief moments, the dark woman could let go of the nightmares and the pain she’d seen and simply focus on how beautiful the pale woman was.
Sarah’s knee bumped into Vala’s pubic bone just in the right way as they both moved, and it wasn’t long before the pressure in her belly became too much and she climaxed, her hips grinding hard in rhythm with the waves that washed over her.
Her fingers continued her merciless attack on Sarah, until she, too, came with a choked scream. She flopped down on top of Vala and found a comfortable position, curling up along the curve of her body. She hooked a leg around one of Vala’s calves and rested her head on her shoulder. It felt incredibly good.
Vala’s heart was still drumming wildly in her ribcage and in her ears as she wrapped her arms around Sarah’s slim waist. “How much time do we have?” She asked, her voice a whisper.
Sarah sighed, and buried her face in the crook of Vala’s neck. “Never enough.”
***
Daniel’s scowl deepened. It wasn’t a good sign.
“Yes, of course, I’ll tell her. Thank you. Take care of yourself. Bye.”
Vala bounced lightly on her toes and leaned a little forward on Daniel’s desk, her smile firmly in place. In reality, she felt like she had an army of angry Jaffa in her stomach, but she wasn’t going to let him know that. “Well?”
She watched Daniel as he replaced the receiver in its cradle and then pinched the bridge of his nose with that same hand. He closed his eyes briefly, and then looked up at her.
When he spoke his voice was, at least for once, gentle. “Vala…”
Her heart sank.
“She doesn’t want to see me, right?” She tried to look idle as she shrugged. “It’s fine, really.” She didn’t lose her smile, but she hoped her voice wouldn’t betray her.
“I’m sorry.” Daniel sat back in his chair, his arms crossed. He was looking steadily at her. Looking for a sign of vulnerability, maybe.
“It’s not your fault.” She offered.
“No.” He echoed. “Look, Sarah went through some dark times after the symbiote was removed, I suppose that seeing you could bring back demons she’s not yet ready to face. You’re part of what she’s trying to forget.”
“I know.” That’s why it hurt so much. “I need to go, Sam has asked me to get some extra wires for her and I haven’t really…” She trailed off. She wished he’d stop looking at her like that.
“Go if you have to,” he conceded, “but if you want to talk about this later, I’m here to listen.”
“No.” Her answer was firm. “She’s right, you know, if you think about it.” She looked down at her boots and sighed. “It’s just a bunch of bad memories.”
