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Watchpoint Gibraltar:
Angela yawned and looked over at the clock to her right. She cursed quietly, seeing how late it had become. She stood up from her chair and stretched. Remember to stand and stretch once in a while if you are sitting for long periods of time. She had told someone once; she should really take her own advice sometimes. She covered her mouth while she yawned, reaching over her chair to save her work and the articles she was in the middle of reading. She narrowed her eyes, feeling the sensation of being watched, more specifically, being ogled. She turned and looked back, already bristling. Her defenses at once dropped.
“Oh, Jack!” She chirped at the blond-hair, broad-shoulder man leaning at the med bay doorway. She walked over, a slight skip in her step that she couldn’t quite help. “When did you get in?” She embraced him warmly before looking him over. He was such a handsome man.
“Just now, actually. I wanted to check in on you.” He smiled down at her. “Gabe wanted to get cleaned up and have a good night’s rest before coming around.”
“How did you know I would be here…and awake?”
“Hm, I believe you once said to me, “ He put on his best (worst) accent, “Be sure to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night, which means you would probably be here…not sleeping.”
“That was a terrible impression of me.” She hit his arm playfully but it was much like hitting a wall of meat. “Truly awful.” He laughed. She reached up and touched his chin. “Where is my clean shaven Jack?”
“Heh, I guess I am due for a shave, Gabe said the same thing. Not a lot of free time to be cleaning up in a mirror out there on the field.” Angela raised an eyebrow, Jack picked up on that, his cheeks and ears reddening a bit. He cleared his throat. “Hm, so how has it been here? Holding down the fort?”
“Patching up broken arms and legs here and there, reading articles, and trying to find a way to get better coffee here. Boiled sewer water, really.” She sighed and smiled at him, noticing he was fiddling with something behind his back. “Small…petty complaints. What’s that there?”
“Gotcha something while we were out.” He said handing her a box. She took it gently and turned it over in her hands. She looked at the bright packaging.
“Twinkies…” She flipped it over to the side to the read the nutritional value. Jack put his hand over it.
“Better not read that.” He chuckled. She shook her head and opened the box as Jack walked across the room and sat in her chair. He grimaced a bit, probably expecting something softer. She pulled out the plastic wrapped-pair of yellow sponge cake. “You know…back in 2012, the company that originally made Twinkies stopped and overnight most of the US stores were out of them. It was like for a good year, until a company in Mexico picked them up. Then in 2020, the Mexican company stopped making them.” Angela opened the packet. He was attempting to distract her, she wasn’t sure why. She pulled one out. “It, uh…wasn’t until recently that another company picked them up.” She took a bite: light, airy, cream-filled…100% sugar. “Gabe…and I shared a box between us. And I thought, the good doctor probably wouldn’t mind them either.”
“I like how you become encyclopedia when you are nervous, Jack.” Angela said, licking cream off one of her fingers. This would go really well with a nice cup of coffee, she sighed. Terrible indulgences.
She leaned against her desk, putting the box down to her left. There was little space between them now. “It’s very endearing.” His face flushed again, easy to read on his light skin. She took out the second yellow cake from the plastic wrapping and put it to her lips. She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. She attempted to hide the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips by taking a large bite out the cake, cream left on her lips. She liked making him blush. She wanted to do more than that. “These are very good, very bad!” She laughed, popping the rest in her mouth, wagging a finger at him as she play-scolded him. “But very good.” He laughed too, the tops of his ears still red with blush. She smiled.
“You got a little…” He started, pointing to his lip. She smeared it off her bottom lip with her thumb.
“Thank you, Jack. For the gift. I’ll try to space them out, make them last longer, yes?”
“Of course.” He nodded before clearing his throat. “Uhm…I’m going to go get washed up. Also, uh, do also thank Gabe when he comes through. It was…also from him.” He got up and straightened himself out.
“I’m truly lucky. A gift from my two favorite boys.” She got up to walk him to the med bay door. “I’ll see you again right? You aren’t leaving for some time, yet?”
“We’ll be heading back out in a week or two.”
“A shame. I do miss you both.”
“We miss you too, Angela.” He said this with a little edge of sadness in his voice. Angela paused before touching his shoulder and giving it gentle squeeze.
“Well…we’ll have to do something while you are here. Maybe we can have a nice meal.”
“That would be nice, Angela.”
“I think so too. But I better bid you goodnight, we can talk tomorrow.”
“Goodnight…don’t stay up too late.” He said, starting down the hall.
“Goodnight.” She said. “You too, Jack.” She slipped in. He waved his hand at her, still walking away down the dark, clean halls. She watched him go, unable to not look at his shape. She hung up the “Med Bay Closed. True Emergencies Only. Ring Bell” sign before sliding the door closed and locking it. She put the box of leftover Twinkies into one of her desk’s drawers and turned off the desk lamp.
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It was sometime right after dawn that Angela stirred in her bed. The sky was turning from dark, dark blue to that light greyish-blue tinged with pink of the coming day. She turned over away from the window, pulling the covers over her head, remembering that her white sheets did little for blocking light. After a moment she turned on her stomach, she just wanted a few more moments of sleep. Her brain was already ticking away, thinking about the nanobiology articles she read last night. She reached from beneath the blankets and searched the bedside table for her notepad. She grabbed it after almost knocking over her glass of water from last night and pulled it into the comforter cave. She started writing down some of the ideas bubbling up in her brain. Her handwriting was tired and loopy rather than her usual neatness; probably only legible to her at that point. Her notes were a mix of English and German changing sometimes midsentence. After finishing that, she pushed the pen and paper aside to edge of the bed and dropped back down into the goose-down pillow. Her mind began to wander; sleepily reaching off to those often shoved aside places.
She turned over on her back again, still completely covered by the covers. As her mind wandered, so too did her hand. After a few lazy attempts at ignoring her baser urges she let it continue down it’s path. It ran over her breasts, giving one a light squeeze before running down across her stomach, softer on the sides near her hips, tighter in the middle. Her finger tips grazed the edge of her light blue underwear. Masturbation is healthy; she thought in her most doctor sounding voice, which at once started killing the mood.
“No…wait…wait…” She whispered, pulling it back. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, her fingers taping along her stomach. Her mind began to wander again, snake back to when first heard Gabe and Jack, together. She felt like a voyeur. Gods, was she a voyeur?! Oh, shut up, shut up. Stille und lassen Sie mich kommen, she hissed to herself.
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It had been a few months ago, one of the first times she had come to the Watchpoint for one of her longer stays from Zurich. She had gone to clean up in women’s locker room, wash her hands and wet her face after her tiring trip. She yawned and tied her mass of bright,curly blond hair up out of her face, tucking her longer bangs behind her ear. She heard something slam on the opposite wall, followed by hushed voiced. She tucked the loose strand back again behind her ear and turned her head to the wall.
“Shit…Gabe, be careful.” That was Jack’s voice. “I aint a ragdoll.”
“Shh.” That was Gabe, his voice a bit rougher. “Could have fooled me, Jack, being as flexible as you are.” Angela felt her hand cover her mouth instinctively, warmth growing in the pit of her stomach.
“Fuck, this better not bruise weird.”
“They’ll be too busy asking about all these other weird bruises, hombre.”
“Gabe, nothing too hi-“ Jack’s voice trailed off into a stifled moan. “Y-you really are the worst.”
“I-I can’t have you moaning like that…” His voice wasn’t mean. It was soft and gentle, wanting. “God, Jack.”
“H-hurry up, I d-don’t know when Angela is coming in.”
“Shit…you didn’t check the Comm Desk?”
“I did…I did…hhn…Gabe, you fucking tease.” His voice became muffled again, mid-moan. There was a loud beep.
“Hey Comm Desk, this is Reyes. I need to know when Dr. Ziegler is coming in.” There was a beat. “She’s already here? Alright. Thank you very much.” Another loud beep. “Jack, fuckin…hey, don’t lick my hand.”
“What, do you think I’m gonna moan right as you get on the line?”
“Yes, Morrison.”
“Jesus, one time…Angela…can handle herself for…5 minutes…”
“Five minutes, Jack. Hell no…” Gabe’s voice was closer to the wall now. “I’m gonna fuck you good and hard, right here.” Jack was panting, throaty and desperate. Angela felt like she was now one with the wall she was so damn close to it. “First, you’re gonna suck my dick.” She felt the heat drop down into the pit of her stomach, expanding across her lower half. God this was so low and so wrong but she couldn’t move. “Get on your knees, take off that shirt. Take off my pants…slowly…” There was silence for a moment. Angela had to remind herself to breath, but slowly. Oh god, she just realized how wet she was. This was so wrong, she kept telling herself, finding herself still unable to leave. “Slow down, silly slut.” She could hear Jack coughing a little. “Hey…hey, you okay?” She could hear talking but it was too muffled. She heard Gabe chuckle, that warm and gravely chuckle that only friends…and lovers got to hear. “Jack, this place is pretty damn empty right now. I think we are gonna be okay…we can take our time for once. Like you said Angela can take care of herself….”
Angela could take of herself, she thought, her hands gripping her khaki pencil skirt, lifting it up slowly against her tan stockings. She slipped her hand underneath the stockings and white boy short underwear, feeling warm and blissful. Fucked up, Angela.
“Little bit slower now, mi dulce.” Gabe murmured very softly. Angela bit her lip, leaning against the tiled walls for support. Gabe moaned but was quiet about it, mostly sticking to calling Jack various titles of affection in Spanish. She could hear him putting his weight against the lockers. The terms of affection became a little rougher now, mixed with titles of sweetness. “Stop…stop…we are not done yet…” Angela was not sure what was happening on the other side of the wall but she could feel herself getting closer. Lucky for her, she could go a few more times around if she so felt like it. Her nipples were hard against she thin bra and shirt, she used her other hand to jostle one at a time. She could her another clank, against the lockers. She could hear Jack panting, whimpering, and trying not to moan any louder.
“Gabe…take a picture it will…last longer.”
“Haha, don’t fucking tempt me. Just admiring your ass.” Gabe said as there was a smacking noise and a breathy groan from Jack. “Maybe a few more.”
“G-gabe, I need to…be able to sit.” There was a sigh.
“Alright, alright…”There was heavy panting, as the lockers creaked a bit. Jack’s moans were once again muffled, covered by Gabe’s hand, growing louder than before. Gabe no longer bothered with English, lapsing into Spanish completely. Angela could hear the locker give and take with the weight of the two men in a slow rhythm. Angela bit her knuckles as she came, melting as the heat spread throughout her body like a shooting star. She went into the stall and grabbed some toilet paper; wiping her hand before fixing her skirt and stockings in the mirror. She took a deep breath and left the locker room, quickly and quietly.
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Angela opened her eyes slowly as she pulled her hand from her underwear. Wet, messy, warm. The heat left her quick though, leaving her feeling lewd and self-conscious. Das ist das Schlimmste, ich bin das Schlimmste! She sat up at once and threw her blankets off her. She looked out the large window out looking the high cliffside of Gibraltar, the spray of the waves crashing against the rocks reaching up against the now light blue sky. What a way to start the day.