SPACE: Above and Beyond

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Warning: Rated [MA] Mature Adults only. Contains strong m/m sexual scenes, violence, coarse language and adult themes.

RATING: NC-17 m/f, language

DISCLAIMER: The characters and situations of the TV program "SPACE: Above and Beyond" are the creations of Glen Morgan and James Wong, Fox Broadcasting and Hard Eight Productions, and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is not to be published on any ftp site, newsgroup, mailing list, fanzine or elsewhere without the express permission of the author.

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Just Once

Vanessa Damphousse stood on the observation deck, staring out at the stars and wondered if one of those stars was Paul. Vanessa sighed, six months and she still couldn't believe Paul was dead. Hell, she'd thought both she and Shane were dead, and they would have been, if Nathan and Cooper hadn't gone looking for them, against Commodore Glen Ross's orders. When they'd been brought back to the 'Toga, Vanessa looked at Nathan and asked him why Paul hadn't come along. Nathan had just looked down and shook his head.

"I'm sorry 'Phousse," was all he had to say.

Vanessa hadn't cried then, but she had later that evening, when everyone was asleep. She remembered the first time she'd seen Paul Wang, on the bus, going to basic training...he'd seemed so young then...so innocent...but they all were.

Vanessa ran her hand through her hair that had recently been braided by Lt. Nancy Reed, a fellow Marine, a pilot who was from L.A. and worked in her mother's beauty salon since she was six, braiding hair. She said Vanessa would look like an African princess when she got finished with her. Six hours later, when Vanessa looked at herself in the mirror, she was stunned, Nancy wasn't far from the truth, her hair was now in a braided bob, a simple style, easy to fit a flight helmet over.

"Great, African Princess, no one to notice though." Vanessa closed her eyes, and was suddenly aware of a presence beside her. She blinked, looked to her right and saw Lt. Colonel Tyrus Cassius McQueen, at her side.

"Sir," she said.

"Damphousse," he said quietly. He shifted into parade rest and looked out at the stars. Vanessa looked at him. They'd done a wonderful job on his new leg, AI technology plus physical therapy. If a person didn't know, they'd think nothing had happened to him, the day of those disastrous peace talks, the day she and Shane almost lost their lives, and Paul lost his.

McQueen felt eyes on him, and he turned to look at her.

"Sorry sir," Vanessa said.

He shook his head. "Nothing to be sorry about. I noticed that I didn't startle you when I came here."

"No sir...well, I knew someone was with me, but I didn't know who...I almost thought it was Paul."

McQueen looked down and sighed, then he looked at Vanessa again. He remembered the day on the battlefield, when they'd cut short their R&R on the Bacchus, she and Paul locked in a kiss, right there, and he'd asked them if he could get them a room. McQueen smiled at the memory, it seemed ages ago.

"It's hard, I know."

"Sometimes, I can almost feel him with me," she blushed and shook her head. "Silly, isn't it?"

McQueen shook his head. "I don't think so." His eyes narrowed, as he noticed there was something different about Lieutenant Damphousse, something.... Vanessa caught his eye and nodded.

"This," she said touching her hair. "Just got it done. Simple, and my flight helmet fits right over it."

"Yes, that's it," he said quietly. McQueen continued to look at Vanessa. The braids framed her face quite nicely, accenting her dark eyes and full, round lips. She looked like one of those Nubian Princesses he'd seen in books, all she needed was a traditional dress. Vanessa wore a pair of baggy khaki pants and a white tank top that framed her round breasts nicely. For over a year, McQueen had not noticed Vanessa Damphousse, she seemed content to stay in the background, quietly blending in, but ever since Psy Ops took an interest in her, McQueen realized that there was a lot more to Damphousse than met the eye. Loosing Paul had changed her, not made her harder, but stronger. McQueen knew they cared for each other, but Vanessa didn't let it stop her from doing her job, being part of the 58th.

McQueen now realized he was staring and he looked down, then back out at the stars. Vanessa nodded to herself, looked back up and blinked as she felt a tear approaching. Damn, the last thing she wanted to do was loose it in front of her CO. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. McQueen turned.

"Are you alright Lieutenant?" McQueen asked.

Vanessa tried to speak, but found her voice failing her, she nodded, but then she put her hands over her face and started to sob.

"I'm....sorry..." she said between sobs..."I try not to be so....so...emotional...but...sometimes...I can't....do it...I'm sorry....sir."

McQueen looked around, unsure of what to do, but Vanessa made the decision for him, as she moved closer to him and leaned into his body, crying against his shoulder. McQueen patted her shoulder in a fatherly manner, at least what he thought was fatherly. "It's alright 'Phousse," he whispered over and over again.

Vanessa sighed as she listened to his velvety voice, it seemed to caress her ears, she found herself clinging tighter to him. McQueen pulled her closer to him until her sobs eased and her breathing eased. Then, Vanessa looked up at him, large, brown eyes, trusting, long, dark lashes fluttering up and down. She looked into his blue eyes that she used to think were so cold, steely. Now she saw them filled with concern...and another emotion.

McQueen felt his body slowly responding to Vanessa. Her skin was soft, like a baby's skin, so strange considering what she'd been through. He tried to look away, but found that he couldn't, that he didn't want to, so he stood there, mesmerized by her dark eyes and sweet musky scent. Vanessa herself was confused. She was staring up at McQueen, arms around him, and she didn't want to let go. This was insane, he was her CO, this wasn't proper it was inappropriate, so why couldn't she let go?

"Vanessa," McQueen whispered. She stared into his blue eyes, her lips parted, and McQueen felt all his years of building up self-control melt away in this girl's eyes. He slowly bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. Her mouth instinctively opened, inviting him inside. He responded by caressing her gums and teeth with his tongue, she did the same for him, then sucked hungrily on his tongue, pulling him closer to her. McQueen's hands slipped to her hips, and she grinded her hips into him, feeling his erection against her. McQueen's eyes closed, his breathing was shallow. He was her CO, this was wrong, he kept telling himself, but still, he couldn't find it in him to push her away, and their kiss went on and on.

Suddenly, McQueen moved back, breathing hard, he looked around, anyone could have come in here and seen them, they both would be in the brig for certain. He looked down.

"Lieutenant...I'm sorry...I..." he began.

Vanessa took his hand and stroked his palm. "I'm not." She looked up at him, and McQueen found himself hardening to the point where he was dizzy. He stepped back.

"On my six," was all he could muster, before he left the area, Vanessa right behind him.

As soon as McQueen's hatch was closed, he carefully pulled Vanessa to him and embraced her. "What the hell are we doing, Damphousse?"

She looked up at him, gently touched his face, McQueen gasped at those soft hands again. "I don't know, I only know I don't want to walk away."

"I...don't...I don't what you to think...." he whispered.

"You're not taking advantage of me," she smiled.

That was exactly what he was thinking. Vanessa raised her head and McQueen hungrily kissed her mouth again. This time, her hands were on his hips, kneading the muscles in his buttocks. They ground their hips together in a steadily increasing rhythm as Vanessa sucked McQueen's tongue.

Breaking from the kiss, they looked at each other, McQueen pulled Vanessa's top over her head, then unhooked her bra from behind, with one hand. She smiled at that gesture. They moved toward the bed, McQueen took one of Vanessa's nipples into his mouth and gently sucked, then traced a circle around her dark brown nipple. Vanessa's arms went around his narrow waist and she arched her back, eyes closed, gasping for breath. McQueen felt even dizzier than before, for her nipples were as soft as velvety silk. He performed the same task for the other nipple. Vanessa lay down on the bunk and McQueen looked down to her feet. He stopped what he was doing, Vanessa's eyes shot open and she moaned a protest.

"I think we'd better take care of these," he looked at her boots.

She smiled and nodded. McQueen unlaced Vanessa's boots, while Vanessa unlaced his. Their boots tumbled to the floor at nearly the same moment. Once boots and socks were removed, McQueen continued what he'd been doing, but Vanessa had ideas as well. She unzipped his flight suit, then pulled off his turtleneck and tee shirt. Her eyes fell on the flat planes of his chest, that would have been perfect if not for the scars and burn marks there. Vanessa ran her hands across his chest, stopping to stroke his nipples. McQueen gasped at the sight of her dark hands upon his white flesh. He took her hand and kissed it, she put her finger in his mouth and he sucked on it.

McQueen moved to Vanessa's pants, unzipping them and pushing them to the floor, her panties went the same way. He moved up and kissed her mouth, as she pushed at his skivvies, pushing them down past his buttocks, knees and ankles, McQueen kicked them off, sending them flying. Vanessa arched her back, inviting him inside, but he shook his head. With his tongue, McQueen made an agonizingly slow journey from Vanessa's breasts, to her stomach, licking her belly button, lower, lower to her pubic hair. She gasped feeling his mouth there but McQueen's tongue went down, down into her the far reached of her pubis caressing the walls of her vagina and in no time, he found just what he was looking for.

As soon as McQueen hit Vanessa's clitoris, she gasped and arched her back. He slowly moved his tongue in and out of her, Vanessa's hands gripped his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his back. She moved her hips back and forth, in time to his thrusts that grew increasingly vigorous. McQueen could tell that Vanessa was close to orgasm, as her grip on his shoulder tightened. Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing raised his head and smiled at her.

"Not yet sweet...not yet," he said.

Vanessa groaned in disappointment. He wanted to play games, well she'd give him a game. She sat up and pushed McQueen down on the bunk, he smiled at her, as if he knew just what she was going to do. Vanessa began with a long, passionate kiss to McQueen's mouth, tasting her own essence, he wrapped his arms tightly around her and she felt his hardness pressing against her, but she wasn't giving in. She moved from his mouth, up to his ear lobes and inner ear, her tongue exploring every region. McQueen gasped and moaned in pleasure, Vanessa smiled. From there, she moved to his chest, licking and kissing the scars with her tongue and lips, and sucking his nipples the way he'd done hers. She made her own journey down, down to his flat stomach where there was no navel, to the soft, silver pubic hair. McQueen groaned and arched his back in anticipation. Vanessa nuzzled his hair with her nose and moved lower to his rock hard penis.

Vanessa's eyes widened, she'd heard InVitros were well endowed, but she didn't believe that rumor much, a hundred years ago, they said the same thing about men of her race. There was, though some truth to the InVitro rumor. Vanessa licked the tip of his penis, slowly with the tip of her tongue as she massaged his testicles with her hand. Her other hand ran slowly up and down his length.

"Oh...God..." McQueen groaned.

Vanessa took a deep breath and took as much of his penis into her mouth as she could, her hand moved from his testicles to his scrotum and he thrust involuntarily into her mouth. Vanessa relaxed her throat in time, or else she would have gagged. McQueen was surprised, through his haze of passion, he had no idea of Vanessa's experience...well, she did read a lot.

Vanessa licked his length with her tongue as she started a slow rhythm, hand still caressing his scrotum, McQueen bucked his hips, urging her to go faster. Vanessa responded by sucking harder, her full lips pressing against him. McQueen grabbed the back of her head and thrust harder and faster into her mouth.

"Oh...Vanessa...oh God...." he cried.

She moved her hand to his testicles and felt them stiffening, he was almost there. Vanessa reached behind her and disengaged his hands from her head, then she pulled her head back and stared at his rock hard penis.

McQueen's breathing was ragged. Vanessa looked up at him and winked. "Touché."

McQueen could have appreciated the humor had he been more relaxed. Now, his vision was blurred and what little he could see was bathed in red. Quickly, he pushed Vanessa onto her back, she smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist, McQueen rubbed them. He moved forward, Vanessa was looking into his eyes, and again he found himself mesmerized by her dark eyes and soft skin.

Slowly, he entered her. Vanessa's head went back, her mouth opened, but no sound escaped. Her vaginal muscles strained around his thick, hard penis, but then, they relaxed, inviting him in, and McQueen was able to enter her fully pushing himself further and further inside her warm wetness. Vanessa's eyes opened, McQueen moved down and kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally her warm, wet mouth. They both tasted each other's essence and McQueen, began to move slowly in and out of her, in an easy rhythm. They kissed, deep, long kisses, again and again. Vanessa's hands found his navel and she stroked him in time to his thrusts, then she leaned up and licked his inner ear...God, McQueen thought, her tongue was just as soft as the rest of her. He began to move a little faster inside her , her hands continued their business as her hips matched his rhythm.

McQueen put his arms around Vanessa's shoulders and pulled her up to meet him. He was thrusting harder now, Vanessa still able to keep up with his rhythm, continued to stroke his navel, harder and faster now. Her legs tightened around McQueen, squeezing him, making it impossible for him to completely pull out, she stopped stroking his navel and wrapped her arms tightly around him. The muscles in her vagina quivered, and McQueen pumped wildly, Vanessa still matching his rhythm, their movements, raging, frantic, desperate for release, the bunk shaking violently beneath them.

McQueen could feel himself close to orgasm, he knew Vanessa was as well, and as much as he wanted to prolong the unbelievable pleasure he was feeling, nature took over. Vanessa gripped McQueen's buttocks tightly and McQueen's hands clenched her shoulders as he bent down for one final, vicious kiss; but their mouths barely had time to connect, before climax overtook them both, Vanessa cried out first, followed by McQueen, and for a second, there was nothing separating them, and the Saratoga, the war and everything else was just an illusion.

Vanessa felt the warmth of his release inside of her and she put her arms around his sweat streaked body and pulled him to her. McQueen's breathing was ragged, he slowly opened his eyes and allowed Vanessa to cradle him as he relaxed on top of her, she smoothed his damp hair and he lay his head on her breast listening to her heart pounding inside her chest.

When McQueen's breathing was again regular, he raised himself up and withdrew from Vanessa, she moaned in protest, but he smiled and lay on his back, pulling her close to his chest.

"Vanessa....I...I...don't know what....damn..."

"What?" Vanessa wasn't sure as to what to call him. Sir seemed inappropriate, and Ty seemed too informal, and she'd heard he didn't like to be called Tyrus. "Is there something wrong?"

McQueen looked at her. "Wrong? Vanessa, of all the 'Cards, you're the one I thought looked to me as...well, for guidanceand I just....I just abused that...damn..." His voice was low and filled with shame.

Vanessa took his hand and kissed it. "First of all, I've already got a father on Earth. I think that maybe I did look up to you, at first...but then...I realized I've got more in common with you than anyone else."

He looked puzzled. How did she figure that? She wasn't a lifer, she'd never been a POW, she was disgusted by blood.

Vanessa smiled. "A hundred years ago, my ancestors were getting fire hoses sprayed at them, lynched, dogs set upon them, police beating them...all because they wanted to be treated like everyone else."

McQueen nodded. He'd seen those old films of the Civil Rights Movement and remembered being stunned that Natural Borns would do that to other Natural Borns just because of the color of their skin.

"That's what my people are going through now," McQueen said. "Still...Vanessa...I'm sorry...I..."

"Tyrus Cassius McQueen...now that even sounds like an old slave name. You were a slave, just like my ancestors were." She was surprised that she didn't feel strange saying his name. Vanessa took his hand and kissed it. "I can't explain what happened, or why it happened...the only thing I can say is that I'm glad it happened..."

McQueen sighed. He closed his eyes, unable to say that he felt the same way she did.

THE END

LittleEva 9/30/96

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