SPACE: Above and Beyond
No infringement of the following characters and situations is intended. 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.
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 This story is not to be published on any ftp site, news group, mailing list, fanzine or elsewhere without the express permission of the author.
The character of Tracy Fairgate belongs to Karen Evans
This is a sequel of sorts to "Ice Queens", you might want to check that out first.
Warning: Don't try this at home ;-)
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Lt. Colonel Tyrus Cassius McQueen pulled a very groggy Congresswoman Tracy Fairgate by the hand, down the near empty corridors of the Saratoga. It was 0300 hours and in about 4 hours, Tracy had to board an ISSCV for transport back to Earth.
About ten minutes ago, Tracy had woken up to a violent shaking. When she opened her eyes, she saw McQueen standing over her, wearing black sweats, blue eyes flaring.
"Get up, there's something I want you to see."
"Wha..." she said, trying to open her eyes fully.
"Tracy, get up, this is important!"
Reluctantly, Tracy threw on a tee shirt and a denim skirt worn over a pair of bikinis, and followed McQueen out his quarters.
Suddenly, Tracy stopped running and jerked her hand out of McQueen's.
"Ty, what the hell is going on," she groaned.
Now, he stared at her with the same intensity he had ten minutes ago.
"Tracy, this is very important. I want you to take this back to Congress, show them just what we, in the military have to deal with...what we think of your lowest bidder parts," his voice was angry, low but steady.
She ran her hand through her hair and nodded. "Okay," she said, "lead the way."
They rushed toward the hanger bay. Tracy put her hands on her hips, confused. McQueen tapped some kind of pattern on the key pad and the bay doors rose. He pulled Tracy's hand and pulled her inside. Then he tapped another pattern on the inside key pad, and the doors closed.
There was an eerie silence in the room, as Tracy looked around at the empty Hammerheads. She could almost feel the ghosts of dead pilots surrounding her, and she shuddered.
McQueen walked over to Cooper Hawkes' Hammerhead, studied it for a bit, then got in.
"Look at this," he said.
"What?"
"Come over here and look."
Tracy shook her head and mumbled something about this better be good to get her up in the middle of the night.
"I don't see anything."
"That's because you're not close enough."
Tracy sighed, then got on her knees by the Hammerhead. "I still don't see anything."
McQueen shook his head, disgusted, then patted the spot in front of where he sat. "Sit here, you'll see it then."
Tracy shook her head. "Oh shit," she said. Reluctantly, she sat down in the spot designated for her, a bit of an effort, since she was practically in McQueen's lap and the Hammerhead wasn't built for two.
"So where is it?" she said impatiently, really wishing she were back in bed, asleep.
The next sensation Tracy felt was a hand slowly caressing one inner thigh, then another. Then, lips very close to her ear.
"You said you wanted to make love in a Hammerhead," his husky voice said.
Tracy's mouth opened, then broke in a wide smile. "Ty, you are fucking sneaky."
"It's an InVitro thing," he murmured and then said something in a voice so low, she couldn't hear what he said. His tongue then started to tenderly caress her inner ear; immediately, Tracy felt a hot rush surge between her legs, she leaned back and felt McQueen's erection pressing, almost through his sweat pants.
"This could get you court-martialed," she whispered.
"Not court-martialed, just written up, conduct unbecoming," he said in her ear.
She giggled. "Hell, this could get me a cabinet position."
They both knew time was precious. Tracy unzipped her skirt, and struggled to pull both it and her bikini panties off. Her squirming and struggling only made McQueen harder and he groaned in her ear. He quickly pulled down his sweat pants, feeling he'd die if he didn't have her right now. Tracy pulled her knees up to her chest, fearing she'd set off some kind of alarm if she so much as touched the wrong button or lever. McQueen stroked her opening with his fingertips, smiling that she was so wet, so soon. McQueen had been excited ever since he planned the ruse in his head nearly two hours ago and his excitement only peaked getting Tracy here. She turned to look at him and he rewarded the gesture with a long kiss, his hand reached underneath her tee shirt, and he groaned his appreciation in finding no bra. He caressed and squeezed her breasts until her nipples hardened, and Tracy gasped, thrusting her buttocks against McQueen's penis.
"Okay baby," he breathed.
His hands moved from her breasts to her neck, then to her hair. "Oh Tracy," his whispered, "it's gotten longer...I like that..."
Tracy reached behind her and grabbed McQueen's penis, stroking it gradually. "I hate long hair, I'm having it cut as soon as I get back home."
McQueen growled from deep in his throat, he held Tracy tightly against him, and entered her. She gasped, feeling him deep inside her, and he squeezed her between his thighs. McQueen began to thrust, steadily, rhythmically inside Tracy. He reached around for her, found her clitoris and stroked it gently, with just two fingers. Tracy's eyes shut tightly with the force of the pleasure, she reached up, behind her, to McQueen's neck, found his navel and stroked it with her fingertips.
"Oh...God..." he groaned. He didn't want to cry out too loud, even though he knew they were in a soundproof area.
McQueen then looked around him. He was in the hanger bay, making passionate love to a member of the US House of Representatives. Anything could happen, the attack klaxons could go off, or someone, just checking the area could see them. Those thoughts only added to his excitement, all he wanted to do was exactly what he was doing, thrusting deeper and deeper inside Tracy, until he was completely consumed by her. When he made making love with her, there was no war, no hatred, there was just the two of them, the only two people in the whole universe. Not even his ex-wife could make him feel that way, with her he always knew he was a tank and she a natural born.
Their rhythm quickly accelerated to fever pitch. The close quarters of the Hammerhead made it almost impossible for McQueen to fully withdraw from Tracy, so all he could do was rock inside her, as her vaginal muscles grabbed at, then caressed his thrusting penis, at the same time McQueen thrust his fingers harder and faster against Tracy's clitoris. With his other hand, McQueen kneaded Tracy's shoulder, feeling her muscles tense, as he started to pump frantically, wildly inside her.
McQueen felt himself going over the edge. He squeezed Tracy's clitoris with one hand and her shoulder with the other and he pumped recklessly, harder and faster and deeper inside her.
Tracy felt madness overtake her, she threw her head back and gripped McQueen's thighs with both hands, clawing him nearly bloody. He responded by leaning over and biting her shoulder, suppressing a scream of pleasure as they both crashed into the wall, breaking into a million pieces, before coming together, intact, back inside the Hammerhead.
For awhile they sat unmoving, still, leaning against each other for support, gasping for hair, trying to calm their racing heartbeats. Tracy shuddered as McQueen filled her with his release, he shuddered against her as well.
When Tracy could finally breath again, she maneuvered herself around so she was now facing McQueen, her legs wrapped around his lower back. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, passionately. McQueen kissed her back, with the same hunger, again and again and again, until to he was brought back to full arousal. McQueen gripped Tracy's buttocks with both hands, lifted himself about a quarter of an inch and entered her warm wetness once again.
The pushed and strained, thrust and burned into each other, rhythm hard and strong, mouths locked in a kiss, their hands touched, caresses, shoulders, faces, hair, damp with their own and each other's sweat. They remained that way until they both broke from their kiss, gasping for breath, as they thrashed against each other with furious intensity, raging, driving towards release. They climaxed together, with all they were, body, mind, soul; for a brief moment they joined completely, experiencing the other's thoughts, feelings, memories, becoming each other. Then they separated, each returning to their own bodies once again.
They clung to each other, not wanting to move, to end their contact. Finally, McQueen looked up and gave Tracy's flushed face a lazy smile.
"You okay?" he said.
Tracy just nodded then grinned from ear to ear.
"Ty," she finally said.
"What?"
"I don't think I can get out of here...I think I'm stuck."
"Me too, but I think we better go, before the war stars again."
"Oh, right the war...that's why I'm here."
McQueen kissed Tracy's lips lightly. He pulled up his sweat pants and managed to get out of the plane. It was an effort, because his artificial leg had stiffened a bit, but once he shook it, the circulation returned. He offered his hand to Tracy who had pulled up her panties and skirt.
"Allow me Congresswoman."
Tracy grinned and took his hand. "Chivalry is not dead."
He pulled her out of the Hammerhead. Tracy grimaced. "Ow...I feel like my real age now," she said.
They straightened themselves out, smoothing hair and clothes in place. McQueen checked the Hammerhead, wiping the seat with his sweat shirt. Tracy turned her head and laughed.
"Don't want those pilots slipping and sliding when they're fighting Chigs," Tracy said.
McQueen looked up at her, but didn't say anything. Tracy saw that he'd put on his military mask once again and she looked around, grateful that she didn't see a soul; his reputation was saved.
They left the hanger bay, walking side by side, close but not touching. The few Marines on duty saluted McQueen as they walked by and he returned the gesture.
"You're good at that Ty, most presidents don't even know how to salute."
They rounded a corner and saw Cooper Hawkes and Shane Vansen coming towards them, concern on their faces.
Oh God, Tracy thought, maybe McQueen's reputation wasn't safe.
Cooper and Shane stopped in front of McQueen and Tracy.
"Yes Vansen, can I help you with something?" McQueen said in his Colonel voice.
Shane looked from McQueen to Tracy. "Sir, sorry to disturb you sir, ma'am, but...Hawkes informed me that he saw you and Congresswoman Fairgate going towards the hanger bay."
Tracy kept a straight face by remembering that stupid congressman from Virginia who called her "old fashioned".
"Yes, Vansen, is there some law against taking a member of the United States House of Representatives to the hanger bay?"
"No sir," Shane looked sideways at Cooper, agitated.
Cooper looked down. "Sir, we just wanted to know if everything was alright...with the planes...I mean since it's so late and all....Sir..."
He seemed so ashamed, Tracy wondered what the young man had seen.
McQueen sighed, he looked from Shane to Cooper. "This is not to go any further. I was showing Congresswoman Fairgate certain parts of the Hammerhead, which in my opinion are not up to par, and I want her to take that information back to Washington," he faced Tracy now, "and tell those jarheads that we're fighting for their lives and we deserve the best money can by not the lowest bidder."
Tracy nodded. "I don't know much about planes you know, but some of the parts like....I think it was the thruster....?" She looked at McQueen, who didn't respond, and kept his eyes fixed straight ahead. "Well, it was something like that...Colonel McQueen was very persuasive in showing me how the slightest thing could completely blow the plane away...very interesting."
Shane looked at her CO and the Congresswoman. "I'm sorry to have bothered you, Sir...ma'am.."
McQueen didn't once change his facial expression. "See you in 0700," he said. Shane and Cooper moved to the side as McQueen and Tracy walked passed them.
They were silent until they reached Tracy's quarters. McQueen closed the hatch behind them. Tracy realized her shoulder hurt, she looked down and saw the bite marks there, she wondered if Shane and Cooper saw them too. When she looked at McQueen again, he was standing in front of the hatch, as parade rest.
"Thrusters?" he said.
"I'm sorry Ty...that was the first thing that came to my mind. I hope I didn't sound too silly."
"You did, but then again, you're a politician."
"True..." Tracy put her arms around his neck. He smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around her small waist.
"Thank you for the wonderful surprise, Tyrus Cassius McQueen."
"You're very welcome."
They shared an exhausted kiss, and when they were done Tracy smiled.
"I'm just going to have to find another excuse to get out here, Ty," she said.
"You do that."
They undressed and got in bed, exhausted, satisfied, happy. McQueen lay on his back and fell asleep immediately while Tracy put her head on McQueen's chest and fell into a peaceful sleep, listening to the sound of his heart beating.
THE END
Little Eva
8/20/96
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