Disclaimer: The characters and situations of 'Space: Above and Beyond' depicted in this story are legal property of Glen Morgan and James Wong, Hard Eight Production and 20th Century Fox Television and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement intended. The characters of Group Cpt. Megan Chambers and the 'Storm' squadron are legal property of the author.
Author's note: this story takes part sometime after 'Tell our moms...' and my own story Redemption. It is the fifth part of the Megan Chambers - series.
NC17-rated: for mild sexual situations between two consenting adults f/m
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"Mail!" Connor Firth announced as he barged into his squadron's quarters. Captain Megan Chambers groaned and buried her face beneath the pillow. After five weeks of continuing back to back sorties flown against the Chigs she doubted her squadmate's senses to be so cheerful and wide awake.
"Stop yelling at me!" her voice was muffled beneath the pillow and she suddenly gasped when the pillow was yanked away from her head and bright light blazed into her face and onto her closed eyelids.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" Connor said teasingly, throwing letters onto her bunk as he plopped down beside her.
"Can't imagine why you're so grouchy after your nine weeks R&R, anyway ..." Chambers creased her nose and sat up resignedly. If Connor wanted to talk there was no way of stopping him anyway but she would rather hang dead over a fence with a Chig than telling him about her liberty three months ago.
"Get lost!" she snarled affectionately and grinned.
"We are skittish today, aren't we?" he asked and laughed when his CO threw him one of her go to hell looks.
"Well, I would be too, if I had returned from a supposed R&R patched up like a marriage quilt ..." Susan Parsons cut in and tore open the letter which Con had given her. The entire Storm Squadron knew that their CO had been away on a secret Op, despite the fact that she had been granted an official leave of nine weeks no one would return from liberty with several severe cut wounds!
After almost three months the number nine-eight squad didn't know
exactly what had happened but Susan was sure that it had something to
do with the Marines they had met last year as part of the UFEP.
Shane hugged Megan long and when she at last released her she was grinning all over her face.
"Imagine you here," she exclaimed her joy upon seeing her friend evident in her voice and face.
"Yes," Megan replied lamely and groaned inwardly, her plan obviously swarted. "Hello Shane," she nodded towards Nathan, Cooper and the rest of the Wild Cards. "Hi!"
Cooper felt a momentary pang when he recognized Megan, she seemed so distant from the last time he had met her. They had joked and laughed but he could sense a deep weariness in the woman opposite of him and all he wanted to do was reach out and hug her.
"Hello Nathan, Coop," Megan said and forced a smile onto her face. "How come you are here?"
"R&R, almost half of the units from the Toga have time off, so I guess Roundhammer is upon soon," Nathan said while he hugged her welcome.
"Yes, it is only a matter of time," Megan answered. "How long are you guys here? Perhaps we can meet up?"
"What do you mean perhaps we can meet up? You will of course join us," Shane exclaimed and before Meg knew what happened to her she was pulled towards the bar.
After Shane, Cooper and Megan had seated themselves, Nathan stood and rubbed his hands together. "So what can I get you guys, it is my round," he asked.
"Beer?" Shane asked and when Cooper nodded she stood up, "Hang on, Nathan, I'll give you a hand."
Megan watched the two as they advanced towards the bar.
"You alright?" Cooper asked and watched the RAF officer carefully.
Meg turned towards him and for once she let go of the pretense to appear cheerful and the young In-Vitro saw the weariness in her eyes.
"I'll manage," she replied, putting the cardkey onto the table in front of her. "I wanted to sleep through my R&R but with you guys here that is a no go now."
Cooper could feel the longing and fatigue in her voice, and hesitatingly he reached out his hand put it aginst her cheek.
"You had a pretty rough time, Meg," Cooper said, rubbing his thumb just beneath her eye. It felt good to be with her again but somehow he knew that it was also dangerous. Dangerous because they were on the Bacchus, an unrestricted area unlike the Toga.
Megan smiled and cupped his hand with her own. They just stared at each other, totally focused on each other and almost missed that Nathana nd Shane returned to the table.
Over the next few hours, all four caught up on news and rumours and more than once Megan felt the fatigue leaving her, drawing comfort and energy from the three Wild Cards.
One by one the WIld Cards excused themselves until Cooper and Meg were alone at the table. Suppressing a yawn, megan pushed herself to her feet.
"I think I will turn in, the last few weeks were very strenuous and those back to back sorties wore me out," she said fiddling with the cardkey.
Cooper finished off his beer, then nodded as he stood up. "I'll walk you to your room and I think I will find some quiet corner myself," stretching his cramped muscles he waited till Megan led the way.
They walked in silence, other Marines and pilots rushing past them as they sought fun and laughter on the Bacchus. When Megan indicated the room number, Cooper stopped, unsure of what to do. He waited while Megan opened the door, then he caught her hand in his and pulled her nearer.
"I hope you sleep well, Meg," he said, suddenly shy. He would have loved to spend the night with her, just holding her as he had when he had seen her the last time in the medbay on the Toga. But he knew that however he asked her to stay, he would screw it up ... like always.
Megan watched him, then she slowly retracted her hand to place it on his cheek. "If you need a place to sleep, you can join me," she said, blushing at her own words.
"Meg ... I don't think ... I mean ... I'd love to ... but ...," he grinned sheepishly. "Meg, I think that is a bad idea."
Chambers grinned. "We are both adults, Coop. But I'd love for you to hold me while I sleep, is that too much to ask?"
Cooper stared at her, thoughts, emotions and doubts warring a battle inside of him. But in the end his desire to be with her won out. He nodded and let himself be led beyond the door and into the room.
Chambers felt flutters in her stomach. To calm herself she sat down onto the wide bed and unclasped the boots she was wearing, then she turned towards Cooper who stood like a black silhouette against the twinkling welvet expanse of space framed by the view port.
She slipped into the small head with its small bathroom facilities and tried to calm her raging emotions. She felt like a teenager all of a sudden and for a moment she considered sending Hawkes away, but then she grimaced and watched herself in the mirror.
"Sending him away would be stupid, Megan Louise," she told herself under her breath, inhaling deeply. With another look into the mirror, she turned and opened the door.
When Meg stepped into the room, her steps faltered as she saw Cooper's still form
lying on the bed.
The trousers bisected his long strong body midway where his belly
button should have been. Megan realized she had been holding her breath
for a long time and she closed her eyes. Exhaling on a slow sigh, her
eyes were drawn to Cooper's body again.
She could not tell if she had moved or not but suddenly her fingertips found that sleek part of his stomach, feeling the silky texture of his skin beneath her hands.
He was so warm and alive. Energy emanated from him and sent electric
currents chasing up her fingertips. He was raw masculinity and she felt
weak and defenseless. Slowly, she caressed his stomach, his chest and
when she lightly stroked his nipples, a soft sound made her head turn
towards him and what she saw made her cry out softly.
Love had never been demonstrated for him. He had never been fondled or smothered with affection. Loving touches had been absent from his young life and he had been deprived of unselfish giving ... until now.
Meg smiled sadly and lay down beside him. They had come here to get some peace and quiet and not to have a quick tumble. She was not sure about her feelings towards him. Of course, she yearned for his touch, but she was also afraid, afraid that if she let down the barriers surrounding her heart, she would be hurt again eventually, losing her love on some godforsaken planet.
That was not true ... Woolfe had not been her lover, it was true that he still inhabited a large part of her heart, but never as a lover.
This time it was different. With him being a Marine, a pilot and ground pounder, there was even more risk of him going down in battle. And she wasn't there to keep him safe.
"Why have you stopped?"
The question lingered in the silence of the room and Megan raised her head. For minutes they just stared at each other, then Megan turned her head away.
"It doesn't feel right," she whispered. "It's not fair ..."
She felt the bed beneath her shake a little bit and all of a sudden she felt Coop's arms around her. Burying his nose into the crook of her neck he inhaled deeply.
"I think .. I .. know what you mean," he said. "I was in this situation before ... here on the Bacchus..." he shrugged. "A gal called Suzie ... didn't know she was ... was a hooker. Nate had paid her ..."
A sudden flash of anger rose up in Meg at his words, but she tried to suppress it. We are just friends, she told herself but still it hurt. Cooper had felt her sudden stillness and for a moment he stared at her, then it dawned on him.
"I'm sorry ... I ... " he mumbled but Megan shook her head.
"It is okay, Cooper, it's not as if I'm your girl-friend or wife. Guys get up to this kind of stuff," Megan replied, trying to keep the anger out of her voice but not quite succeeding.
Cooper frowned then took one of her hands, rubbing his thumb over her palm.
"I was so high on the meanies and I couldn't think straight. I ... Nate and I thought .... well as I had never done it before ... I thought it was good to have some experience, to know how to ... when we would," he took a deep breath. "I passed out!"
Meg turned her head and looked deeply into those grey-blue eyes.
"You passed out?" She could only barely suppress her relief and hid her smile despite the seriousness with which he had uttered his confession.
"I ... think ..." Cooper admitted sheepishly. He sat up straight and raked his hair. "Kinda stupid, huh!?"
Megan smiled, sat up and softly planted a kiss on his cheek.
"It's not, Coop, absolutely not." Slowly she traced the lines of his face, taking in every turn of his strong masculine face. Silence had once more drawn a veil over them and they just stayed on the bed, embracing, caressing.
"I know this is gonna sound crazy," Coop breathed. "I've never ... done this stuff ... I think."
He was expected to know, right? If he had done it with Suzie. Besides, all those films he had watched with Paul and the others had shown men his age dealing with sex in a deft, self-assured way. Cooper had no recollection of having touched a woman before and he was afraid - absolutely frightened.
Megan stilled his lips with her fingertips to end his confession.
"That's okay, Coop. I know," she whispered. She laid back on the bed again, drawing him with her. The hugged each other, comforting and giving strength until they fell asleep.
It was dark when Cooper woke up. After his eyes had adjusted to the
dim light in the hotel room, he smiled to himself and hugged the woman
beside him. For the first time in weeks he felt calm, almost at peace
again, as if all his anger and pain had dissolved over night.
"What time is it?" she asked in a sigh and lifted her head sleepily to put a kiss onto his lips.
"Shortly before reveille," Cooper murmured and answered her kiss.
"This could have killed you," she said huskily, brushing
her hand over the scar and Cooper nodded, not trusting his own voice.
The young woman continued to caress him, her long black tresses falling
down over her back, brushing over his hand as he started to stroke the
soft skin of her lower back. She teased him but he basked in the feeling,
his eyes closing shut, this time, this very first time he realized what
it meant to be loved.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked softly, nibbling her way around from his throat to the back of his neck. Cooper almost jumped off the bed when her tongue encircled his navel, and when she started slowly caressing and sucking on the omphalo he groaned.
"Yeah," he replied hoarsely and clutched the sheets with his fists.
Man, he thought, if she continued doing this he could not
be held accountable for anything that would happen.
They had still an hour left so in silent consent they took a shower
and slowly they prepared to get ready. Sitting side by side on the bed,
both laced their boots up, enjoying each other's company in silence.
When they were all done, Cooper shyly looked at her, unsure of what
watched her squadmates boarding the APC and for the last time she looked
back. Cooper was standing in line with his squadmates but his intent gaze
was focused on her and her crew. A fleeting smile rushed over her
face, then she nodded once.