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They met entirely by accident.

Mel was minding her own business in one of the sleazy space bars that Glitz liked to frequent. He was at the gambling tables. She had palmed some of his money and was having fun working out the equations behind the gaming machines that lined the walls by the bar.

Suddenly there was a cry of: 'the human woman with the big hair – get her!' - and before she knew it, Mel was being bundled out of her seat and away.

Two hours later, the door to her cell cracked open, and a woman sidled in, looking sheepish.

'I'm afraid there was a bit of a mix-up,' she said. 'Follow me, we have two minutes before they get the security system back online.'

Mel stared at her. 'And you are...?'

'River Song. Come on, quick.'

Mel followed her, since most things were better than a damp cell.

Perhaps she wouldn't have, if she'd known about the seven-headed thgnark, or the Cybermats, or the Living Spoons of Krang.

If she'd known about that thing River could do with her tongue, though, then she almost certainly would have.

Edited Date: 2011-07-16 08:15 pm (UTC)

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Creating a duplicate of someone in the holosuite purely for the purposes of having sex with them was frowned upon, and most people would have been horrified to find themselves used in such a way.

Jadzia Dax was not most people.

In fact it had been her idea.

'You're a genius!' gasped Leeta, helplessly clutching the Jadzia who lay on top of her, with her mouth at Leeta's neck and her fingers inside her, while opposite them another Jadzia, half-dressed and bright-eyed, watched them and cried out at the touch of her own trembling fingers.

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Quark said the buyer would be the one in the golden sash ordering a Vulcan brandy. He said that right before Odo hauled him off for questioning about some missing schematics. So here she was, lounging behind the bar, keeping an eye out for a guest fitting her boss' description.

She ran an impatient finger along the bottles stashed under the bar, waiting for her shift to be over. Groups have come and gone, but no golden sash in sight. She was ready to signal Rom to take her place, when a short Klingon female stalked in and took a seat at a table near the darkened end of the bar; a gold metal stash across her chest glinting in the dimmed lights. Leeta approached the figure, a slow smile spreading on her lips.

‘What can I get you?’ she asked as she took in the attractive features and broad shoulders of the guest.

‘A Vulcan brandy, please.’

Leeta returned with the bottle and a couple glasses. She poured the drinks, and then unceremoniously planted herself in the other woman’s lap. The Klingon grunted, but did not object. Leeta snaked an arm around a proud neck.

‘I thought you’d want to avoid any suspicion.’ She whispered conspiratorially.

‘B’Elanna.’

‘Hm?’ She was gently biting on an inviting earlobe.

‘My name.’

‘Ah, pretty. I’m Leeta.’ She nibbled on.

‘And Quark?’

‘He’s… Ehm… otherwise engaged.’ The necking continued.

‘Not that I’m not enjoying myself, but now what?’ B’Elanna asked after a while.

‘You could rent one of the holosuites for an hour, I could give you the merch there.’ Leeta suggested.

‘Why not just hand it over now?’

‘I think I just saw a constable walk in. You do want to keep up appearances…’

Edited Date: 2011-07-17 03:55 am (UTC)

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OMG, I am in love with this pairing. Awesome fic!

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“Fuck.” A frustrated voice rang out from the corner of the dark, silent Messhall. B’Elanna was sitting forward, resting her head on her arms over a beer on the table. Her slumped shoulders under her undone uniform jacket cast a sorry shadow in the dimmed light.

She was enjoying this dark, still moment. In 2 hours the shift change would bring crewmen and light to her sanctuary and break the sombre atmosphere she had created.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.” She was only finding some consolation in repeated swearing. Fun, but not really helping.

“You sound like I feel.” The sound of a tentative voice shattered the low, deep anger inside her. Shocked, B’Elanna raised her head to meet the eyes of the intruder. The Messhall had been hers all evening, slowly becoming saturated with the dark, dull pain radiating from her. The sharp motion of her head seemed to send ripples into the still air.

“What the hell are you doing here?” B’Elanna’s anger flared. She looked up to meet the wide and now nervous eyes of Tal Celes shining back at her.

“I’m sorry, B’… ah, Lieutenant. I didn’t mean to disturb you at this hour, I was just getting some tea when I heard you and I thought that, maybe you sounded a bit, well… I don’t know… like maybe you needed some company? I mean, I can’t sleep either so …”

“Stop.” B’Elanna looked at the flustered Tal Celes.

“Sorry… look, I’ll make my tea and leave.”

“Wait. What are you drinking?” The words left B’Elanna’s lips before she really knew what she was doing.

“Just green tea.”

“Hmm.” B’Elanna’s response was short, non-committal and followed by another awkward silence.

“So, ah… you want some?”

“Sit down.” She wasn’t sure why she was being so abrupt with Celes, but it brought a strange pleasure to her wrung out brain. Perhaps she could relieve some of her pent up
anger by playing with the Ensign. That would be a short diversion at least.

Celes duly sat. Another silence stretched out before them. Celes looked at B’Elanna. B’Elanna looked at the floor.

“You love her as well, don’t you.” Tal’s uncharacteristically brave statement sent a shockwave into the air.

“What are you talking about?” B’Elanna’s voice was a threatening growl.

With a sudden and inexplicable courage, Tal continued, “I’ve seen you look at her. In Engineering I mean. When she comes for routine checks. I see your eyes follow her around the room. I see the hunger… because… I have it too.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Then why are you in the Messhall? You…” Tal’s courage faltered momentarily, “…could be in your quarters. I… I think you wanted someone to find you. You wanted her to find you. But… I did.”

“Your point?”

“She’s out of your reach. She out of both of our reaches. She’s untouchable. She’s the Captain of a lost ship. It’s impossible.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” B’Elanna spat. Hearing the truth caused another spike of anger rise up in her. Who the hell was Tal to come in here and calmly spell it all out? Since when was Tal so calm and sure of anything? B’Elanna started to get up to leave, pace the room, hit something, she wasn’t quite sure what, but was slowed by a hand on her arm.

“I think we need each other now.” Tal was a little shocked at her own bold move but felt propelled forward by some unknown force. She quickly stood and pinned B’Elanna to the cold wall.

They both looked at each other, assessing, trying to figure out what was going on. In their eyes, they both recognised the love - not for each other, but a shared love all the same. Tal leant in to kiss B’Elanna.

Neither could deny the sparks that started as a tingle at their joined lips and spread across their skin, and if they both closed their eyes they could imagine it was the Captain.

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Oooh, awesome idea for a pairing, I can totally see this! I love what you've done here.

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What in interesting pairing! V cool and sexy! Inspired me to try something new as well with my contribution. :)

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Thankies. And what a lovely contribution, yours! :D

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That's some hot holosuite action! Phew! :)

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Muhahaha, thank you... ;)

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Very naughty, very hot! *G

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Ginny isn't quite sure what she'd expected her life after Hogwarts to look like. In fact, since she was about fourteen, she hadn't actually expected to have a life after Hogwarts at all, or at least, not one that didn't involve constant blood and fear and loss.

Harry and Ron and Hermione have been gone for a while, off seeing a bit of the Muggle world, learning how to relax, and how to be people again.

There are days when Ginny misses them so badly she can't breathe. When can still see herself settling down with Harry, getting a job, having children. Moving to a house where every room doesn't remind her of the people the war took from her.

There are other days when she can't imagine any one of them separate from the other two, and doesn't really want to try. They were always meant to be three, and are probably right now getting up to things that she really doesn't want to think about in relation to her brother, thank you very much.

There are days when she thinks that this is the day she'll get up and start the rest of her life, but doesn't quite know how to begin, and days when she helps her mother at the War Orphans Relocation Project and doesn't think about her own life at all.

And then there's the day that Luna turns up on her doorstep.

“I was thinking,” Luna says without waiting to be invited inside, “that I would like to have an adventure. Do you want come with me?”

Why not? Ginny takes only her wand, and leaves a note for her parents. She doesn't have any other plans that day.

They learn a little Mermish in an old smugglers cave just off the coast of Cornwall, and hunt for self-playing bagpipes in Edinburgh's undercity. They meet a clan of self-sufficient house elves who have set up a sanctuary near Newcastle, and ride a water horse in a lake in Snowdonia.

And it isn't until much later, after they've got bored with Britain for the time being, lying on her front on a patch of grass in Romania with her chin propped in her hands, listening to some of Charlie's dragons snorting softly in a paddock nearby, that Ginny looks down at Luna lying next to her and can't help but lean over and kiss her.

Luna looks back at her and smiles. “I thought you might do that.”

Ginny grins. “And what are you thinking now?”

Luna twines her arms around Ginny's neck and pulls her close. “That you might do it again.”

Ginny still doesn't really know what she wants from her life-after-Hogwarts, but this is definitely a good start.

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Lips and hands like a blessing; arms she could fall into, fall against, arms to hold her up or pin her down. Eyes that saw and desired her and expected nothing at all; blessing and strength. The taste of this woman and her cool, clean skin. Everything she wanted. Elizabeth tightened her grip on her sometime-lover's waist and breathed deep against the salt-tasting skin of her neck.

'You smell like Earth.'

Sam grinned and fisted her hand in Elizabeth's hair. 'I smell like a base full of jarheads and physicists.'

'No.' Elizabeth sighed at the pressure of a palm on her lower spine. 'Familiar and foreign and clean and – ah! – and new. Like –' Sam shifted her stance and Elizabeth's back came up against the door to her quarters. ' – home,' she cried, amplified by impact, by this pressure, this desire.

'Don't argue, Elizabeth.' Sam pinned her hands behind her, above her head. The way she loved; the way she'd always wanted. Her breath quickened, her mouth went dry. 'It's a bit much to argue with someone who's not really there.' Sam's knee hooked between her thighs, the way she loved, and she bucked into her sometime-lover's hips.

'Sam,' she whimpered, pinned to the door by one powerful hand as another snaked past the waistband of her trousers. 'God, yes, Sam, please, yes, I –'

'It's even sillier to beg a fantasy than it is to argue with her, you know.' Sam bucked her hips and her fingers slid deep and the heel of her hand crashed against Elizabeth's clit and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.

'You're here the only way that matters – oh, god, yes, there, yes – oh!' Her eyes closed and her back arched and she gave her weight and all the care of herself to Sam Carter, Sam and her hands and her strength and her uncanny Earth-smell.

'Don't slip, Elizabeth.' Sam's voice, guttural, intent, almost a growl, echoed the length of her spine and she gasped. 'Don't let yourself go. Don't believe me. I'm not here.'

Elizabeth whined, teeth tearing Sam's lips, grateful to the door and the hard press of Sam's body that held her where her own strength would not.

'You are, Sam – mmh – when you – oh! – when you kiss me, I taste you, and when you fuck me, I come.' Sam thrust hard against her at the word and she nearly choked. 'That's as real as I need.'

And at 'need,' Sam's teeth on her ear and Sam's hand bruising her wrists and Sam's fingers inside her and Sam's thumb on her clit crashed together and she came, hard, sliding down to gasp and shudder against the wall on the floor. Her breath evened out, slowly, and her heart settled down, and when she looked up at last from where she lay, Sam was gone.

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"Where are my clothes?" Elizabeth turns from the empty closet, hands on her hips.

"I got rid of those." Vala sits on the corner of the bed, smirking. "I kept the uniforms, because apparently you need those horrible grey and red jackets for something, but everything else had to do."

"Everything?" Including her last pair of socks, everything is definitely gone. The whole closet is bare.

"It was that bad. We're talking an emergency intervention."

Elizabeth shakes her head, absolutely flabbergasted. How did Vala even get into her quarters? Where did her clothing go? Where in the Pegasus Galaxy is she supposed to get new clothes and with what is she going to buy them? "What am I supposed to wear to bed?"

Vala pulls something from behind her back, something slinky and red. "I have a few ideas."

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Eeeheee, oh, Vala. :D

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Oooooh, love it!

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Zomg, Sam is hot. :D

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