Friends
Written by Amazonia V
Chapter 26:
Warning: Mature content (BGI)
Hal Jordan was back at the race-track. Saving the world was all very well for Green Lantern, but he needed to keep body and soul together. And he could only do that by showing up for work.
He watched as someone pushed a tire car toward the garage. A few of his fellow crew members were lounging near a pit stall. It was an hour before qualifying so most cars had already passed through tech inspection. Cars were lined up out on pit road in preparation for qualifying.
"Hal?" He turned and saw Fanci standing a few feet away, her long hair loose around her.
"There you are, Agent Fanci," he pretended to grumble because he had to do something.
If he didn't, he'd pull her into his arms. "I've been waiting for you for the better part of an hour."
She stopped just in front of him. She wore her usual official attire – boring, federal issue body suit. It clung to her body, accentuating her curves, making her look soft and feminine and more beautiful and Hal was tempted to take her straight to bed.
"Oh, yeah?" she asked in an exaggerated drawl. "Well, maybe I'll make you wait another hour."
He smiled. "Maybe you should," he said. "They say the longer you wait, the better it is."
"The teleport tube was busy. And besides, I needed to wind up a few things before I came to this time zone for the weekend."
Hal Jordan smiled, one laced with wicked charm. Fanci placed a hand against her stomach as if she might have butterflies there or something.
Her gesture sparked something in the dark depths of Hal's gaze—something hot and wild, sexy and lethal. She knew what he was going to do in the split second before he did it. She knew him so well. And she welcomed it. His beautiful lips came down on hers and she was lost.
Hal's mouth was inexpressibly delicious. Fanci's head fell back as her mind spun out, leaving her dizzy and weak. He held her jaw in his strong hand—guiding her lips with his.
He did not seduce, caress. He took. He demanded. He possessed.
And Fanci's body burst into flame after flame of sensation.
It was as if her body spoke to his in its own ancient language, and neither could control it nor understand it.
Hal deepened the kiss, playing with her tongue, her lips. Her hands crept up to the warm soft fabric of his shirt, then pressed against the planes of his chest. He made a slight sound of encouragement, or passion, as his powerful arm wrapped around her hips and dragged her up against the length of his body.
She could feel him from head to toe, pressed hard against her, imprinting himself, his taste, into her senses.
"Its too long between weekends, damn it all," he growled, breaking away for only a moment.
Fanci stared at him, dazed. She murmured, "By the grace of Athena and Queen Diana, Head of the Inter-planetary Governance Council, I'm lucky to be here at all."
At the end of the mission, it was Hal's request to Athena that she allow him access to Agent Fanci. While Athena had only nodded, it was Queen Diana who had graciously consented to allow The Omega Team to continue operations. The identity that Fanci Webb had assumed while undercover was carefully wiped out. All trace of 'parents', college friends, employment at SMWW was as if it had never been. Agent Fanci was retained as the Time Warden for this sector of time, but she still had her other duties to perform in the 31st century and could only occasionally visit to monitor this time zone.
Each weekend saw Fanci step out of the teleport tube into Hal's arms. And two days later, she stepped out of his arms back into the future. But it was never enough. Each time they met again was explosive and passionate, two people desperate to make up for lost time.
Hal moved his fingers into her hair, fisting his hand in the silky mass. And then once again his mouth took hers, slanting to get a better, sweeter fit, and Fanci ached. Her breasts ached as she pressed against the implacable strength of his chest. Her belly ached, and she pulsed with heat between her legs.
Even now, she barely managed to pull away, saying, "Hal, surely, not here, not on the race-track?"
Lost for a moment, he only stared at her. "Why not, it wont be the first time…"
"But I've grown to like the comfort of a bed."
Turning into Green Lantern, he scooped her up in his arms, and flew the short distance to
his apartment, raining little kisses on her neck all the time.
Fanci barely registered that he had placed her on the bed or that he had pulled off the top half of her uniform. Sensation fed into sensation—his hands roamed from her hips to her shoulders, then around her waist as if memorize the shape of her bottom and to trace the indentation of her spine—until Fanci could hardly tell the difference between the two spots on her own body.
There was only this fire, this need.
He was heavy and hard all over. He crushed her into the mattress, pinning her, stealing the breath from her body. She felt electrified from each point of contact, from the movement of his mouth over her body, from the wall of his chest above her, from the hard muscled thigh that pressed intimately against her own. Her breasts throbbed and she felt herself melt, hot and wet beneath him.
Her body was ready for him—ready and desperate and now and aching from five days of missing him.
He braced himself on his hands, and Fanci fumbled with his body suit, cursing briefly at the tight way the material clung to his body.
She had to put her hands on his skin—to see if she was the only one feverish with this need, to feel the same relentless desire in him.
Stopping his assault for a moment, Hal twisted out of his suit, then tossed it to the floor. And then there was nothing between her breasts and his muscles, hard-packed beneath his tight, smooth flesh. Only her skin against his skin.
The delicious slide of it, the textures and the feel of so much strength so close against her, made her mouth go dry. Her hands trembled as she ran them across the fascinating planes of his chest, tracing old scars, through the dusting of dark hair between his hard pectoral muscles and arrowing down his taut abdomen, the differences between them making her shiver and want.
She throbbed everywhere. She could feel her pulse pound in her head, her heart and between her legs.
Wanting to make him feel the same way, she leaned closer and placed her open mouth on the tight male nipple she'd uncovered. He groaned, and she turned her attention to the other nipple.
"Don't tease me."
With deft, sure hands, he pulled the bottom half of her federal issue suit with ruthless efficiency, lifting her hips as if she weighed no more than one of the down pillows she lay against.
Then he laid his naked body against hers, making Fanci gasp. She felt the crisp hair on his thighs press against her own smoother ones. His hard chest rubbed deliciously against her nipples. She could feel his hardness strain against her softness, making her dizzy with want. Need.
He braced himself on his hands above her, and looked down at her. The frank hunger in his gaze excited her almost more than she could bear.
His mouth curved, but it was less a smile than something purely male and sexual.
She felt wanton. Powerful.
She sent a mental thank-you to Athena just before Hal began to join their bodies together and she lost all thought.