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She hated pantry duty.
Tally grabbed another can off the shelf, checked the expiration date and put it back, making sure to tally it on her clipboard.
That simple task was all she had been doing for the past hour. Counting the different types of cans and throwing out anything that was expired. The task very tedious and Tally couldn't wait to be done.
Not that her unit mates got it much better. Abigail was tasked with cleaning all surfaces and floors in the kitchen. And amongst other small tasks, Raelle was in charge of restocking whatever Tally would tell her they needed once she was done counting everything.
Luckily she was already three quarters through checking the cans by now, so hopefully it would only take her twenty minutes tops to finish off the rest.
She grabbed another can off the shelf.
“You two should talk.” She heard Abigail’s voice as someone crashed into her back, shoving her face first into the shelves. Her hand crushed between the can and the shelves as she tried to catch herself. Tally winched in pain and grabbed her hand as the can dropped to the floor with a thud.
The door was closed behind them and the person who was pushed in there with her spoke up.
“Abigail, let us out right this moment!” The unmistakable voice of Sarah Alder filled the small space.
“I will when you two stop being so stubborn and work things out. So good luck.” Her friend said on the other side of the door.
“You’ll be reprimanded for this, Bellweather.” Sarah warned her.
“I’ll take my chances. Have fun.” She heard footsteps walking away from them.
Sarah turned the doorknob in an attempt to get it to open, but the door didn’t budge.
“She must have blocked the door.” Tally tried to warn her, but Sarah didn't want to listen.
“Let us out!” Sarah banged on the door, but Abigail was long gone.
Sarah turned her attention to Tally, “your friends are going to be in a lot of trouble once we get out of here.” The vein on the side of her face standing out as she snarled the words.
She was very hot when she was all angry.
“So, now what?” Tally asked, uncertain of what steps to take next.
“Now we wait,” Sarah leaned against the door, arms crossed in front of her chest looking very unamused.
Tally moved over to the other side of the pantry trying to put as much distance between them as possible. To no avail, as there was only a small strip of space left between the two of them. Every move would mean she’d touch Sarah.
Tally unconsciously rubbed over her right hand with her left. While the pain was already less evident than it had been after it just happened, her hand still hurt. And it seemed to be a bit swollen as well.
Hopefully it wouldn’t be too bad.
“Are you alright, Tally?” Sarah asked. She must’ve only now noticed she’d hurt herself.
“No,” Tally admitted. “My hand got stuck between the can and the shelf when you got shoved you.”
“I’m so sorry about that.” Sarah closed the distance and grabbed her hand with hers. Tally watched as Sarah softly ran her thumb over the sensitive flesh of her hand.
The feeling of her hand on hers, of having Sarah close to her, was soothing. In more ways than one.
“Don’t be sorry. If anyone has to be sorry, it’s Abigail.”
“Still…” Sarah didn’t finish her sentence as Tally looked up from their hands to look at her face. The moment their eyes met, time froze. Sarah stopped her movements while they stared at each other. Tally wasn’t sure if it was only a few seconds or a few minutes before something brought them back to reality.
Sarah scraped her throat, quickly dropped her hand and took a step back until she was pressed against the door again.
Had she done something wrong?
And was Sarah blushing?
Tally never thought she’d see the day.
Neither of them said another word. Sarah stared at the shelves as if nothing had happened and Tally went on to rub her own hand again.
She missed Sarah’s touch already, but at the same time she was very aware of their closeness. Of the fact that with each movement their bodies would brush against each other.
And Tally was also very aware of her feelings for Sarah in his moment.
These feelings weren’t new, though. She'd known of them for a while now.
And while she couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment her feelings had gone from admiration, to crush, to falling head over heels in love with her, she knew there had always been something that drew her to her in a way she’d never been drawn to anyone else before.
She was also very aware that the former General of the United States army would never see her as anything other than her former Cadet.
A fact she sometimes still struggled with.
There was truly something magical about Sarah Alder and Tally was certain she’d never fully get over her in her life.
She looked at Sarah out of the corner of her eye and caught her looking at her. Sarah noticed she was looking and averted her gaze, eyes focused on the shelf again.
They had been avoiding each other for this past week. Or at least, Tally had. She thought if she didn’t see her, it would be easier to possibly get over her. Why Sarah had avoided her, she wasn’t sure. Maybe it was accidental?
Maybe Abigail was right. Maybe it was time they talked. Even when she still wasn’t sure why.
“What do you think Abigail meant when she said we needed to talk?” Tally asked, breaking the silence and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Anything to not have to look at Sarah right now.
“I have absolutely no idea.” Came the response.
“Maybe we should talk?”
“About what? We don’t even know what Abigail is going on about.” And with that their conversation ended once again.
The air between them thick with tension. Tally couldn’t really put her finger on what it was. She’d never experienced anything like this with Sarah before. Usually they chatted away about anything and everything without trouble. But today something was very different.
Tally’s legs hurt from standing in the same pose all this time and she shifted in position. Her arm brushed against Sarah’s as she did and the electricity crackled between their touch.
Sarah quickly pulled her arm back at the contact.
Did she…?
No.
There was no way Sarah could ever feel the same.
Right?
Tally quickly shook the thought from her head.
Sarah simply didn’t want to be touched and Tally understood that completely. Especially when all she wanted right now was space to move freely.
“How long do you think they leave us in here?” Sarah asked as she rested her head against the door with a thud.
“No idea, long enough to get the idea that we talked, I guess.”
“Which could be hours.” Sarah sighed as she was clearly fed up with the whole situation.
Tally was too. The silence and being alone with her thoughts slowly driving her to a point of insanity.
“Can we just talk about something? Anything?” She suggested, hoping that once their conversation started, they’d eventually got to the reason as to why they were really here.
“What is there to talk about, Tally. It’s clear that you don’t want to see me anymore.”
“Is that what this is about?” Was that also the reason Abigail needed them to talk? Because she’d seen a change in their behavior around each other? Or well, their lack of being around each other.
“You've been avoiding me this whole goddess damned week.” Sarah snapped at her.
“I wasn’t,” Tally tried, but she knew Sarah would see right through her lie.
“Tally, please.”
“It’s just…” Tally started but stopped herself because she had no idea what to say.
The truth?
And risk Sarah never wanting to talk again? Never.
“What is it, Tally? Please just be honest with me.” Sarah looked at her with a softness she hadn’t seen the whole time they’d been in here.
“I’m sorry, okay? I just have a lot going on. I wasn’t actively trying to avoid you, but it happened.” Still a lie, but at least she seemed to believe her this time.
“So, nothing’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
Except for being hopelessly in love with you.
“Good, because I missed you Tally.” Sarah brought her hand up to touch her cheek with her fingertips. The same way she’d done before.
The way she always did when something really mattered to her.
And Tally had missed her too. She slightly leaned into her touch, eyes not leaving Sarah’s. Her body tingled. At the touch, at their closeness, at simply being locked in here with Sarah.
Tally closed her eyes and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
Everything about this was just right. Now, if only Sarah would feel the same way about her. Then everything would be perfect.
Suddenly, the hand was gone and when Tally opened her eyes to see what was going on, Sarah was opening up her jacket.
“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” Sarah asked taking her jacket off and revealing the black tight-fitting shirt she was wearing underneath.
Tally bit her lip at the sight as Sarah stashed her jacket on one of the shelves and she followed every muscle movement underneath her shirt with her eyes.
“You’re staring,” Sarah said.
“Huh?”
“You’re staring.”
“It’s not like there’s much else to look at.” Tally tried to defend herself.
“True, but I think you might enjoy looking at me.” Sarah smirked at her.
And just like that, their whole interaction changed and they were back to their regular ways again.
“So what if I do?” Tally clasped her hand before her mouth at the confession, but Sarah just smiled taking a small step towards her and closing the remaining distance between the two of them.
Their bodies now pressed together and Tally’s breath caught in her throat at their closeness.
“I've done some thinking and I think I might know why our friends locked us in.” Sarah said.
“You do? Cause I don’t.” Tally was blanking, but who could blame her now that Sarah was this close to her.
“Think about it.” Sarah stared into her eyes, their heads close enough Tally could feel her breath tickle her lips.
Did she mean what she thought she was referring to?
“You feel it too?” Tally gulped, slightly taken aback by her own brazenness as the words left her mouth without thinking.
“Yes, Tally. I feel it too.” Sarah smiled softly at her, bringing up a hand to cup her face, her thumb running over her cheek.
“I thought you wouldn’t.” Tally said, leaning into her touch but averting her gaze. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, her body was running hot and the butterflies were going insane inside her stomach.
“That I wouldn’t what?” Sarah asked, even though Tally knew she must've been well aware of what she meant.
“Like me like that.”
“Oh, Tally. My sweet Tally.” She trailed her fingers over her cheek. “I never thought you’d like me like that either. I’m old, I’m troubled. I’ve done more wrong than right in my long life. What would someone like you see in someone like me?”
“Everything, Sarah. Goddess, I’m so in love with you.” There it was. The words were officially out now and there was no going back.
Their faces only inches away from each other, Sarah’s eyes flicking from her eyes to her lips and back up again. Her tongue slightly darting out to wet her lips.
Tally's breath caught in her throat. At the sight, at the closeness, at the warmth radiating off of her body. A familiar heat settled in her stomach.
She wasn't sure who moved first, but before she knew it their lips were on each other. Her hand tangled in Sarah’s hair as the other snaked its way around her waist and pulled her closer into her.
All the pend up feelings and sexual frustration between the two of them came flooding out at once.
Tally needed more. She needed to feel her closer. All of her. The heat pooling between her legs clear evidence of exactly how much she wanted her.
Tally nipped at her bottom lip and Sarah eagerly opened her mouth to let her in.
The moment their tongues touched, electricity coursed through her veins.
The kiss was needy, sloppy. Tally didn’t even fully register what was happening. Her whole body taken over with need for Sarah. Their mouths moving together naturally. Their tongues teasing, playing.
Tally broke the kiss in need for air. She didn’t want to, but she had to.
“Fuck, Sarah,” she breathed out, not giving either of them much time to catch their breath as she almost immediately captured her lips in a kiss again.
Now that she had a taste, she never wanted this to end. She wanted to keep doing this forever. Make up for all the times she’d dreamt about this. All the times she thought Sarah would never reciprocate her feelings.
Sarah pulled back and leaned her forehead against Tally’s. They were both panting heavily, trying to catch their breath as they clung onto each other.
“I think it’s safe to say the feeling is mutual. I’m in love with you too, Tally Craven.”
The older woman’s hand found its way to the back of her neck. She played with the hair at the base and Tally’s breathing stopped at the intensity with which she stared at her.
“Are you alright?” Sarah asked, her voice low and Tally felt another surge of wetness between her legs.
“Y-y-yes,”
“You sure?” Her voice was sultry. “I can practically smell your arousal.”
Fuck.
Tally pressed her legs together in an attempt to find some friction or to make the feeling go away, but to no avail.
When Tally didn't reply, Sarah turned them around with ease so Tally was leaning against the door. She used the momentum to slip her leg in between Tally's. She put a hand next to her head and leaned in to speak in her ear, “how badly do you want this?”
Tally’s mouth went dry and she couldn’t find the words she wanted to say.
Sarah’s index finger trailed a path down her cheek and Tally couldn't help but to press her hips forward, finally finding some friction against Sarah's leg and moaning softly.
“Your silence tells me all I need to know.” Sarah continued, her breath hot on her ear and her voice thick with her own arousal. “You want me to take you against this door.”
And it was then Tally stopped caring. About her feelings, about having sex in a pantry. She wanted this. They both wanted this. She was already trapped with nowhere to go and Sarah was even suggesting having sex right here and now and there was no way she could pass up such an offer.
“Yes.” Was the only word she said before crashing their lips together again. Their kiss soon turned heated again. Tally brought her hands to her back and pulled her closer into her.
Sarah broke the kiss, her index finger trailing a path down her cheek, over the front of her body, going between her breasts and down her stomach until she reached her belt.
Sarah undid her belt, “is this okay?” She asked against her lips, her hands resting on her waistband ready to unbutton her pants.
Tally nodded, unable to form the words.
“Use your words.”
“More than okay.” Tally said and with that confirmation, Sarah unbuttoned and unzipped her pants.
Without warning, Sarah slid a hand inside. She cupped her sex over her underwear and Tally immediately buckled her hips against her hand.
“Someone’s impatient.” Sarah said teasingly.
“I’ve waited too long for this. I need you.” She almost pleaded.
“I can feel how much you want this.” Sarah rasped in her ear. “How wet you are for me.”
“Please, Sarah, just…”
“What?” Sarah used a little more pressure, the palm of her hand pressing against her clit and Tally gasped.
“Just touch me already, please.” Who knew how long they were going to be stuck in here together. She couldn’t wait that long, her body was begging to be touched. To be taken, to be claimed by Sarah.
Sarah dipped her hand in her underwear, two fingers teasingly sliding over her clit and Tally's body jolted at the contact.
“Sarah, I...” But before she could finish, Sarah slid her fingers down to tease her entrance and all Tally could do was moan. Tally rested her head against Sarah’s shoulder, and arm around her to steady herself with her fingers digging into her shirt.
She slowly let one of those long digits enter her. Tally gasped at the sudden intrusion and clamped tighter onto Sarah’s back as a response.
“You okay?” Sarah’s voice worried.
“Mmhmm.” Tally nodded into her shoulder.
“Can you take more?”
“Yes.”
A second finger entered her right away and Tally couldn’t prevent the moan from escaping her lips at the feeling of having Sarah inside of her.
The older woman started to move her fingers, slow at first. Teasing almost, trying to get a feel for how Tally reacted to her.
Was this really happening? Was Sarah Alder really here with her making her feel things she never experienced before?
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this? To feel you, to taste you. To make you come undone by my fingers?” Sarah rasped in Tally’s ear, her breath hot against her neck, her fingers curling inside of her caused the younger woman to gasp and tighten her grip.
She picked up her head from her shoulder and leaned her forehead against Sarah’s, their eyes never leaving each other’s as Sarah upped her pace.
She very skillfully pushed in and out of her, hitting her the right way with every trust. Tally dug her nails into Sarah’s shoulder as she did.
“Fuck, Sarah,” Tally breathed against her mouth before smashing their lips together again in a soaring kiss.
Tally couldn’t think anymore. Didn’t want to think about anything besides this moment right here and now. Too overwhelmed by the feeling of Sarah against her and inside of her. Her warmth, her smell, her taste.
Her head was spinning, her heart beating loudly in her chest.
Their lips moving against each other in perfect unison, the fingers working inside of her in a perfect rhythm.
And then she was falling.
She stumbled backwards as the door behind her suddenly flung open, pulling Sarah with her.
But Sarah’s quick reflexes and strong grip on her helped them to stay upright and prevented them from tumbling down on the floor together.
Tally looked to the side to find Raelle standing there. She was holding a chair and had a shit-eating grin on her face, “about time.” Raelle's eyes dropped to look at Sarah's hand still buried in Tally's pants, “I wasn't expecting to find you two like this, though.”
Tally hid her head in Sarah's shoulder in shame.
Sarah quickly retracted her hand and wiped her fingers on her pant leg. The arousal leaving a very obvious stain, but she didn't seem to care about that.
“There will be consequences for this, Collar.” Sarah said waving an accusatory finger at her. The same that had just been inside of her, and Tally already missed the feeling of having it buried inside.
“Worth it,” Raelle said with a smirk before leaving the room, undoubtedly going to tell Abigail about everything she'd just witnessed.
“And as for you,” Sarah turned her attention to Tally again, “let's finish what we started some place a little more private.”
Sarah let go of her. Tally zipped up her pants and redid her belt, before Sarah grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room and into her office.
“Now where were we?” Sarah asked as she pushed her against the wall and crashed their lips together again.
Maybe pantry duty wasn’t so bad after all.