Lunch Break
Breakaway + 4 years
Tony was not surprised when Alan swung by Command Center latish midday to pick up Sandra for lunch. After all, he'd made it a habit over the past few years. Tony barely looked up from his console as he grunted a welcome but Maya at least did cast a warm smile over the departing pair. That Alan and Sandra were finally an acknowledged couple was a relief for Tony, but he saw no reason to make a big fuss about it, in public at least. He'd razz Alan about his pathetic slowness later when the ladies weren't around. He was just happy to see Sandra finally paired off with someone who'd look after her properly. Still working on his computer, Tony snorted. He was turning into his busybody mother.
Maya looked at Tony still working away on his terminal and wondered about the wry grin on his face.
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Heading down a busy corridor, Alan would very much have liked to put an arm around Sandra, but he knew she wouldn't approve. Not in public. At least she walked closely at his side. Close enough for anyone who knew her to realize she'd finally acknowledged his claim on her affections.
They exited the travel tube and instead of turning toward the main cafeteria, Alan nodded his head in the direction of his quarters. He'd already picked up some food earlier and had stashed it in his tiny food prep area's coldbox. Sandra smiled an acceptance and they wordlessly turned that way and left the lunchtime crowd behind.
"Anything interesting happen today, Sahn?" Damn, that was a lame question, thought Alan, but at least it would get her talking.
"Nothing, except that the Commander has a perpetual smile on his face, which is unusual enough."
"Yeah, well, a honeymoon will do that to a guy. He'll be back to his usual unreasonable demands and scowls soon enough."
"Alan, that is not what I meant," Sandra protested with a laugh. Koenig was intense and driven, and could even still intimidate Sandra on occasion, but typically treated his staff with respect and courtesy.
Alan grinned down at Sandra. His heart skipped a beat at her laughter. After all these years, he was still unused to these flashes of new lightheartedness. Well, not new he bet, but a long time absent. He had hopes for a fantastic lunch break.
Once in his quarters he grabbed Sandra's hand and spun her towards him. She came willingly into his arms. After a satisfying kiss, she made to wriggle free but he held her tight. "How hungry are you, Sahn?"
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the tip of his nose. "Enough. You get lunch ready."
Alan regretfully let her go this time and watched her go to the washroom. Maybe a fast lunch with time leftover. He'd get the sandwiches out, and the flavored water Sandra preferred. As he was doing so, humming a tunelessly unrecognizable song, Sandra walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest and rested her head against his back. He leaned slightly into her embrace and covered her hands with one of his own. Ever since that first time they had made love a week ago, he had become completely sensitized to her presence and he felt his body enthusiastically respond in its usual fashion of late. Sandra lightly ran a hand along his chest and abdomen and lower still. She chuckled.
"Other plans, Captain Carter?"
"Maybe." He pivoted and leaned over to kiss Sandra again. He paused long enough to look in the direction of the bed but was distracted when Sandra took his hand and tugged him over to the large off-white, almost beige, chair in the corner of the room instead. It was a distinctly non-Alphan chair. In truth, Alan was the proud owner of one of the few truly comfortable, overstuffed lounging chairs on Alpha. He had completely unofficially and illegally 'escorted' it up on one of his flights and had smuggled it into his quarters right after he'd been assigned to the Meta Probe project. He had anticipated many late nights cracking the books and, damn it, he'd wanted a comfortable chair to study in.
Sandra gently pushed him into the chair and then sat in his lap, turning to straddle his legs, and then repositioning slightly to kneel across his thighs. Placing her hands on the back of the chair on either side of Alan's shoulders and conveniently pinning him at the same time, she kissed him deeply and passionately.
Grinning as Sandra sat up again, Alan placed his hands on her hips and pulled her towards him. This was much more like it, although her boldness took him by surprise. He'd not had anywhere near the experience with her he planned on having, but till now she usually let him take the lead. An amorous Sandra in private was turning out to be a very different creature than he had anticipated, and he wasn't about to complain. He undid her belt and dropped it onto the floor. It was only then that it truly occurred to him that she was wearing a skirt today and that she had already taken off her boots. No wonder he'd had to bend further than usual to kiss her by the table. He ran his hands under her skirt up along the sheer leggings covering her warm, soft legs and was surprised when he suddenly touched the bare skin of her thighs.
Sandra laughed at his expression. "Knee-highs are much more comfortable and take fewer resources to make."
Acknowledging the Alphan practicality, he reached up for another kiss as his hands continued their northern migration. The realization that she wore no underclothes almost caused him to lose control. His hands found soft, willing warmth and a welcoming wetness. He almost stood then and there to carry her to bed when she stopped him with a smile and a kiss.
"Not yet," she whispered.
She sat up a little straighter and ran her hands down his uniform top, loosening his belt and then down lower where she slowly unzipped his pants. She gently caressed the bulging fullness. She leaned forward again to kiss him, her kisses matching the throbbing under her hand. Alan moaned. He didn't know how much more he could take. His self-control wasn't so good yet after so many months of self-inflicted celibacy waiting for Sandra. Not now that he had what he so desired.
To Alan's immense relief, Sandra appeared to be similarly aroused. He shifted his hips enough that she could assist him in pushing the obstructing clothing down and out of the way. Again thinking briefly of the bed, Sandra distracted him by touch and voice. She appeared to have plans on staying right where they were. With what little part of his brain still worked, he conceded that that might be a good idea. He'd probably trip on his own clothes and break his fool neck if he tried to walk right now.
Realizing Sandra was sitting still, he looked up from his contemplation of angles and curves only to see lovely brown eyes studying his face. She appeared to be examining him with the same intentness he had seen when she was puzzling over a tricky computer problem.
"Am I that funny looking, love?"
"No."
"That's good."
Alan lowered his hand to gently touch her inner thigh, slowly caressing higher and higher until Sandra closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure, her hips again starting to move back and forth. He had always prided himself on being a skillful lover, but he was still learning what Sandra liked. Given her response, it appeared he was succeeding.
Watching Sandra arch back in pleasure at his intimate caresses, her fingers digging into his shoulders, Alan found himself almost at the end of his self-restraint. He growled with anticipation when Sandra shifted and raised herself slightly off his lap. With one hand around her waist guiding and pulling her close and the other twined in her hair as they kissed deeply, he finally entered her to sink all the way into her welcoming warmth. He shuddered at the exquisite pleasure that ran through his body. With Sandra bracing herself against the back on the chair, he spanned her slender waist with both hands and thrust into her again and again. Sandra moved up and down along the length of his shaft until he completely lost any rational thought and simply matched her movements and reveled in sensation. In all too brief a while, the ferocity of his climax left him speechless. He slowly gathered his scattered wits to find Sandra limp against his chest, her arms still about his shoulders, and her cheek resting against his. He gently pushed aside the strands of her silky hair tickling at his nose. She was panting slightly.
"Ah, love, I'm sorry," Alan whispered into her ear as he held her close.
Sandra raised her head slightly looking at him with a small frown. "Why?"
"I kinda lost it there at the end." In fact, he had been about as attentive to her needs as a ham-handed adolescent. Bad form there, Carter.
Sandra looked at Alan, disbelief warring with amusement. Amusement won. "Don't be such the idiot."
"Then, you enjoyed yourself?"
She grinned. "It was... acceptable. Practice will help."
Alan did laugh out loud and held Sandra close whispering to her about plans for more 'practice' in the near future. Like right after they got off duty.
Glancing at the chronometer on the commpost, Sandra sighed. "If we don't eat quickly and return to duty people will talk."
"They do that already. Constantly and at all hours of the day and night." Assuming that no aliens were hounding them and that no crisis with Alpha loomed, what else was there new to do? Gossip was an Alphan way of life.
Reluctantly letting Sandra go, Alan stood and grabbed a clean pair of pants before heading to the washroom. As he changed, he asked a question that had nagged at him since one of Sandra's uniforms and some undergarments had appeared in his quarters the day before. "Sahn, did you drop off that uniform? And did you take one of mine?" Clothes were such a scarce commodity that a misplaced uniform was an issue. There was a pause. He imagined Sandra had started her lunch.
"No. That would be Katya and her team."
Alan walked back over to the table fixing his belt and commlock and picking up his sandwich. He was almost through when Sandra's explanation sank in.
"Laundry screwed up?" That surprised Alan. The head of laundry ran her team with military efficiency. There were no missing socks from that crew.
Sandra snorted delicately. "Not likely. It means we have their blessing." Sandra wiped her mouth on the napkin and looked quizzically at Alan. "You mean this has never happened to you before?" Given all his prior dalliances, she would have thought ...
Alan shook his head as he swallowed the last of the fresh vegetable sticks included with his lunch as a treat. "Never. They keep that close of a watch on who sleeps with whom?"
Sandra simply nodded. "And 'help' along where they see fit. I have always suspected Katya knows more about who's seeing whom than Alibe, and is the first to know about breakups. She keeps the information quiet, though, unless someone needs to know." Sandra thought for a moment. "Like with the Lambda incident."
Finishing her lunch, Sandra ducked into the washroom to repair the damage to her uniform. The Command Center staff may suspect all they wish, she would not add any fuel to that fire.
Returning to the main room, she walked over to Alan who held out his hand to her. She took it willingly and found herself folded against his chest enjoying a final kiss.
"Come on, love, I'll see you back to Command Center. Maybe I can add to the goofy grin gossip."
Shaking her head at his whimsy, Sandra turned and led the way out. The hours until dinner seemed very long indeed.
12 June 2006
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