Simply By Chance...
by Kadi
Rated NC-17

Disclaimer: Do i look like I give a rats tush?

It shouldn't have happened. It was no different from any other time in their
lives. They had run into each other unexpectedly before, on and off the ship.
Hell they'd spent evening upon evening before and nothing like this had
happened. Maybe it had just been building for so long the catalyst was bound
to happen whether they allowed it to or not. But here they were, on Earth for
no more than a month, sequestered from each other just as the rest of the
crew had been while debriefings were taking place. They weren't expecting to
see each other, especially considering they weren't supposed to leave
Headquarters. But they had, both had snuck out with a need for something more
to see than the boring, gray walls of their rooms. But on the street, in the
broad daylight, they'd spotted each other. There was no laughter about
coincidence, no questions. Just the unexpected, breath taking, spark of
attraction between them. Absence makes the heart grow fonder? Perhaps, but
the moment they'd laid eyes on each other it had been there. And now here
they were, checking into an ocean side inn, not even bothering to use fake
names. No words spoken between them, just the painful spark of lust each time
their skin brushed.

The door to their room had barely closed and they were reaching for each
other. Groans and sighs filled the room as lips and hands began to explore
clothed and unclothed regions of skin. It was wrong, she tried convincing
herself of it, but only the barest inkling of guilt burned in her stomach. So
busy was she pushing it aside that he surprised her when he lifted her.

"What are you doing?" He had hoisted her over his shoulder and was carrying
her to the bed. She grunted softly as she landed on its soft surface. He was
lowering himself over her, hands already exploring up her sides. "We
shouldn't be doing this." Even as she said it his hand closed over her
breast and she moaned. "This is wrong," she was arching against him, grinding
her pelvis against his erection. "This is so absolutely wrong." His lips and
teeth were working their way up her neck. She cried out as he pinched her
nipple.

"Then why aren't you stopping me," he rocked against her, and tore the front
of her shirt open to gain better access to her breasts.

"Good question," she curled a hand behind his neck and pulled his mouth down
on hers. Both arms went around his neck as their tongues met and fought for
control. She quickly relinquished it, allowing him to drive her further into
a wanton state. When he finally drug his mouth away she let out a ragged
moan, he was working his way downward, teeth leaving red marks on her already
flushed skin. She bucked against him when his mouth closed over one pebbled
nipped, and buried her hands in his hair as his tongue began to tease her. He
rolled to the pebbled nub around, grazing it with his teeth, only to finally
pull it between and hold it still while his tongue darted across it. She
cried out and arched against him, he simply grinned, and giving the aching
nipple an affectionate bite, he lifted his head and captured her mouth again.

His hands snaked beneath her skirt and tore her lace panties in his effort to
get them off of her. He drove two fingers deeply into her and was rewarded
when her body jerked and clenched around them. She moved against him, rocking
against his fingers while with is free hand he was quickly opening his
trousers. She helped him tug them past his hips, then pooling her skirt high
around her hips he spread her wide and thrust forward with enough force to
drive her into the headboard. His hands slid up her sides to grasp her
wrists, then he lifted her arms over her head and wrapped her fingers around
the bars of the wrought iron head board.

He lifted his head and nipped at her lower lip, then suckled it between his
teeth briefly before moving on. He nipped and suckled at breasts, then
raising to his knees, he grasped her hips in his hands and began to thrust.
He wanted to watch her this first time, and promised to take his time
savoring next time. Her eyes were open and holding his gaze, though desire
clouded as they might be. He thrust slow and deep in the beginning, but his
tempo quickly increased. Her knuckles were white where they gripped the iron
bars, and with each thrust she moaned. He pulled her against him with each
thrust, pushing himself further into her. He felt her tense around him, her
release beginning, and the wicked side him made him stop, hold his position,
and wait while she squirmed against him, until it passed. Then amidst her
moans and keening cries he began to thrust again, harder this time. Her head
fell back, eyes closed, toes curled as she began to climax. He let her this
time, and ground his pelvis against her until he too began to feel the first
evidence of his release. One hand snaked across her hips to tease her
sensitive flesh. She jerked and bucked against him, crying out as wave
crashed into wave.

He leaned forward then, and capturing her mouth spilled his release into her
clutching body. Then panting he pulled out of her and rolled to the side, his
head resting against her shoulder.

Her arms fell limply from the headboard as she shuddered once more in
pleasure. Grinning, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush
against him, his lips resting lightly against the curve of her neck. They
dozed a little, plans for round two already dancing in their heads. And
consequences? To hell with those, protocol be damned, the world hadn't
stopped spinning and security hadn't kicked down their door. So far, life
was... sweet.

Fin~