TITLE: The Female of the Species is More Deadly Than the Male
WARNINGS: Fem Slash / WW
STORY TYPE: Third Person
LENGTH: One-OffDISCLAIMER: The characters are property of Cannell and company.
Amy checked her watch for the fiftieth time, and saw Tawnia arrive through the door, breathing a little heavily.
"What's up?" Amy asked, guessing the team had encountered a problem on the way to meeting them.
"Hannibal and the team won't be coming to lunch. The MPs caught their scent" Tawnia said, sighing deeply.
Amy sighed herself. It was all too typical. "Want to do lunch, anyway?"
Tawnia smiled, a slight blush invaded her cheeks. "Of course!"
"How's married life?" Amy asked.
Tawnia shook her head. "We split up some time ago, and are going through a divorce"
"I'm sorry" Amy murmered, wishing she'd kept her mouth shut.
Tawnia smiled. "Its OK, Amy".
Amy reached over, and touched the younger woman's hand with her own. "I guess"
Tawnia allowed Amy to touch her fingers and smiled again. A slight longing entered her expression and she sat back, ashamed at the reddish tint in her cheeks.
"You blush beautifully" Amy admired, looking pleased as the redness suddenly got worse, and Tawnia looked away from Amy's gaze.
"I'm sure you blush as well ..... under some circumstances" Tawnia said evenly, drawing the older woman into an intimate gaze.
"See, told you!" Tawnia said triumphantly.
The meal was served and the two women began to eat, being deliberately slow, and savoring their food. Both had an intent gaze on the other. Once the meal was over, Amy took Tawnia's hand and led her to her room. Amy turned the key in the lock and entered the small and feminish room, turning the lights on and dimming them into the gentle hazy darkness.
"Would you like to stay for a coffee?" Amy asked horsely.
Tawnia nodded slowly, and as Amy turned away, she quickly pulled her back around by the shoulders, and kissed her fully on the mouth.
Amy was taken aback, but nontheless warmed quickly to the kiss, feeling the softness and tenderness of the mouth, exploring the sweet scent of Tawnia as her arms slid around the younger woman's shoulder.
"Hmmm, I guess we're heading straight for dessert?" Tawnia guessed.
Amy nodded and drew Tawnia towards the bed. Both women dropped heavily onto the duvet, kissing tenderly as they tore each others clothes away.
"I really hope the team don't decide to come along right now" Tawnia gasped as Amy suckled her breast in her mouth, touching the soft down between her legs with her right hand. Tawnia felt Amy's private hair also, feeling between the soft hair, the wetness.
Amy shifted position roughly, and lay atop Tawnia so their juices combined, the sweet perfume aroma blending as both women moved to the beat of their passion, feeling the orgasm coming, then another, then another ...... and then ....
Hannibal opened Amy's door with Murdock, Face and BA following closely behind. Upon seeing the two women engrossed in their lovemaking, Hannibal's mouth gaped open in surprise.
"Just what have I told you" Hannibal said angrily. "No fraternising in the team!"
"Just in case you had forgotton" Amy said evenly. "We are no longer in the team!"
Hannibal smiled at Amy's fearlessness, and Face wandered over to the bed. "If their not a part of the team, I guess its OK, right?"
Hannibal sighed, feeling the stiffness between his legs, needing release. "Alright team, everyone on the bed!"
The two women shrieked as the four men struggled out of their clothes and jumped upon the bed in unison, Murdock feeling Face's body, and Hannibal and BA respectively kissing and touching Amy and Tawnia.
Tawnia gasped. "Forget what I said earlier, the team can burst in any time they want!"