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Time for us.	By : Hazeleyed Category: S through Z > UFO Views: 1130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: hazeleyes57

Title: Time for Us

Rating: NC17

A/N: Just got hold of the complete UFO series and watched it for the first time as an adult (mostly!) Had no memory of the vibes between Straker and Lake…

As the series was set in 1980, but made in 1967/8, it now amounts to an alternate universe in terms of timeline, so I have included occasional references to things that we know about now in our modern world, but weren’t thought of in the late sixties. I find it quite amusing in retrospect watching the way that Straker smoked at work while Alec Freeman smoked and drank on duty!! It seems really odd to see that now. Times have certainly changed (pun intended). This mostly PWP is set in the days after the episode ‘Timelash’.

UFO - Time for Us

Finally beginning to relax, Ed Straker had only just taken the first sip of his Bloody Mary when the front door bell signalled an unexpected visitor. He closed his eyes briefly before getting to his feet; he was tired beyond anything he had previously experienced.

Straker put his drink down and crossed the lounge, taking the four white steps up to the door without haste.

The head of the Harlington-Straker Studios liked his private life just that – private. If he had to meet anyone involved in his alter ego’s life, he met them at work. Very few people were invited to Straker’s house. As Commander Straker, the man in charge of S.H.A.D.O, he had little need to invite anyone home. What little socialising he did with colleagues was usually at work.

The last couple of days had been hellish at work – his real work, and he was exhausted. S.H.A.D.O. had come within a hair’s breadth of destruction when a UFO had somehow finagled its way past Moonbase, manipulating time itself as it closed in on its target – the nerve centre of Earth’s defences. The experimental drug that he had taken to boost his metabolism and keep him functioning had cost him dearly in terms of muscle strain.

The doorbell rang again as if the unseen visitor had prior knowledge of Straker’s presence in the house. His face took on its ‘go away’ expression as he approached the front door. His mouth was getting ready to tell whoever it was to leave even before he opened the door.

The words died in Straker’s throat. His mouth snapped shut and his expression lightened.

“Colonel Lake. This is a surprise.”

The attractive woman standing on his doorstep looked more like a model than a Colonel in a secret military organisation. She was dressed in civilian clothes; haute couture, but relaxed; a lilac blouse loose over white Capri pants. A silk scarf was draped around her neck, covering, Straker knew, the evidence of her ordeal earlier this week. He stood back from the doorway, a tacit invitation.

Colonel Lake’s right eyebrow rose at the use of her military title, but she stepped passed Straker and into the hall.

“Commander.”

The softly spoken greeting was deliberately discreet. One never knew quite who might be listening. Virginia Lake looked back at him, instinctively aware of his mood.

Straker closed the door behind her and gestured towards the lounge with an open hand.

Virginia preceded him into the spacious room, her gaze taking in the antique pistol collection and the heraldic shields in juxtaposition with the chrome and cowhide chair and the zebra rug. She wondered if Straker had commissioned the décor, or had actually furnished the place himself. Either way, it was right on the money style-wise. It was just like him – a striking combination of youthfulness and maturity. She stepped down into the lower level of the room and headed in the direction of the large white sofa under the main window.

Straker followed, and picked up his drink.

“Can I get you anything, Colonel?”

Virginia Lake turned back to Straker and smiled.

“Well, as we are away from work, you could call me Ginny, and yes, I would love a ‘Sloe screw against a wall’.”

Straker was startled out of his usual composure, but then Virginia saw one side of his mouth twitch with suppressed humour.

“I think I’m out of Southern Comfort, but I can probably manage the rest of it…”

“I’m sure you could.”

Virginia response was laced with just the right amount of innuendo. Her lips pursed in appreciation at his swift comprehension.

As Straker walked over to the drinks cabinet, he grinned to himself while his back was to his guest.

“I’m just glad you didn’t ask for a ‘screaming orgasm’; I’m fresh out of Irish Cream.”

Virginia laughed despite herself. She did so enjoy his dry wit on the rare occasions he let it out.

“Oh dear, never mind. In that case, I’ll have a vodka and orange.”

“That I can manage.”

Straker re-crossed the room a moment or two later and handed Virginia her drink. She met his gaze with her own and watched his expression become solemn.

“So what can I really do for you?”

Virginia gave him a telling look, one eyebrow raised, but he didn’t take the bait.

She sipped her drink to give herself a moment to think. She didn’t really need the time; she had done nothing else but think all the way over here in her car.

“They are worried about you. They don’t think that you are taking enough time to deal with the last few days…excitement.

Straker laugh was harsh and brief.

“No, I don’t suppose they think that I am. However, it’s not their call.”

Virginia’s head dipped as she acknowledged the truth of his words.

“Quite. However, you are the man at the top and I don’t think that running yourself into the ground will help S.H.A.D.O. keep working at peak efficiency.”

With the hand holding his drink, Straker gestured to Virginia’s neck.

“What about you? You were hurt too; karate blow to the back of the neck and nearly strangled. They making a fuss about that?”

“No, but then they know that I’ll rest and take it easy for a few days, just as they had advised both of us to do.”

Uncomfortable with the fact that she was right, Straker moved away, crossing to the music centre. He looked at the selections available without really seeing any of them.

“Mmn. Easier said than done.”

Virginia understood the sentiment better then anyone, but she needed to find a way to get through to him.

“I dare say you will get on with everything as before, but I for one was quite shaken by the thought that the aliens almost succeeded in getting to S.H.A.D.O. I don’t mind admitting that I half expected that I would either wake up with the whole studio in flames, or, more honestly, not wake up at all.”

Straker heard the truth of it in Virginia’s voice. He looked at the drink in his hand and suddenly thought how ‘bloody’ a Bloody Mary looked.

How absurd.

He glanced across at Virginia. She wasn’t looking at him, lost, he suspected, in her own nightmare. Catching her unguarded expression, he realised with a start that Virginia Lake was actually a very attractive woman. He was so used to seeing her ‘at work’ persona - the very efficient Colonel Lake - that he had lost sight of her as a woman. He sighed before tamping down the burgeoning interest. The last thing he needed was to complicate his life with an emotional and physical attachment to his Second in Command.

Crap.

Maybe Jackson was right. He wouldn’t normally be thinking like this while in his ‘right’ mind.

Straker allowed himself to take on a self deprecating tone.

“Well, I confess that I had some doubts myself in that direction.”

He turned and looked at Virginia. The faraway expression had been replaced with enquiry. He answered her unspoken question.

“About waking up at all. I was so out of it when I was smashing up the place that I couldn’t even take in the fact that I had succeeded and that everyone was moving again. Jackson said that the drug’s list of side effects is as long as my arm.”

Virginia grimaced.

“I know. I’m having trouble sleeping – I’m tired, I go to bed, but I can’t seem to switch off. God knows how you must be feeling; at least I only had one shot.”

Straker nodded. He was having the same difficulty. He put down his drink unfinished. Unbidden, the image of a naked Virginia tossing and turning between silk sheets took up residence in his brain and wouldn’t budge. He felt himself stir with interest.

Double Crap. This was just the perfect time for his libido to resurface.

“Mmm. I feel as if I need to go either for a long run or to the gym for several hours to work off the restlessness, but I’m not sure that I could survive that!”

“We need to find an alternative way to be gently energetic.”

Virginia’s smile held sympathy and a hint of something else.

“What if you…”

She seemed to think better of what she was going to say and just shook her head once, but Straker seized on her words, his interest peaked.

“What if I…?”

Attempting to hide her nervousness, Virginia lifted a shoulder in feigned nonchalance.

“I was just thinking that perhaps what you need is some sort of a…workout…without leaving the house.”

Straker understood immediately, but it took him a moment to comprehend that Virginia thought of him in those terms. He breathed deeply, then exhaled slowly. This had the potential to backfire on him mightily.

“Well.”

He thought it prudent to make certain he had not misunderstood. He threw the ‘ball’ back in her court.

“Yes, you may be right. Any thoughts on the matter?”

Virginia was relieved that he had taken the suggestion in good spirit, but she wondered how he would react if she admitted that she often thought of him in a sexual sense. She allowed a little of the banked passion to show in her eyes.

“I’m sure I can think of something. I haven’t had a workout in simply ages.”

Straker’s tone was dry.

“No, me neither.”

Her smile was more amused than anything and he appreciated the fact that she wasn’t pretending that this was anything other than two people scratching an itch.

“Do you have a ‘when’ in mind?”

“No time like the present…unless you’re busy…?”

Straker shook his head.

Virginia didn’t bother finishing her drink. She had often fantasised about getting Straker in the sack and she wasn’t about the blunt the reality of it with alcohol. She wanted to clearly remember every single moment.

She stood up.

“Do you mind if I use the bathroom…?”

“Feel free, I’ll show you where everything is.”

They left the lounge and turned right in the hallway. Straker opened the door to the bathroom and switched on the light. Thankfully all was clean and tidy, with fresh towels out. He stepped back.

“Help yourself to whatever you need here. Can I get you anything else?”

“No, this is fine; I’ll be out in a few moments.”

The door closed behind her, and Virginia was surprised to find herself feeling a little nervous. Although this had been the outcome that she had been hoping for when she left her home earlier this afternoon, she hadn’t actually thought that she would succeed. Now she was in Straker’s bathroom and he was waiting…

Virginia hurriedly readied herself for the fun to come, unaware that she was smiling in anticipation.

Straker quickly checked the bedroom was in good order. The black silk sheets were fresh on yesterday and only required a quick tidy. After a moment’s hesitation, he changed into his silk dressing gown; there was no point in being coy, they both knew how tonight was going to end. He left the subtle mood lighting on to create a relaxed atmosphere.

As he returned to the lounge to wait, he briefly contemplated the wisdom of their actions. It still didn’t seem like a good idea, but he was surprised at his willingness to go against his usual behaviour. Perhaps it was another thing that Jackson should know about, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him.

Straker seated himself on the large sofa and wished that he had time for a cigar. It always helped him think and relax at work.

“Here you are. I thought you’d changed your mind.”

He looked up as he heard Virginia’s voice. For the second time this evening his planned conversation was thwarted immediately. Virginia stood in the doorway of the lounge wearing – as far as he could tell – just her lilac blouse. The hem fell only to mid-thigh on stunning tanned legs and Straker was immediately consumed with the desire to find out just what the fabric concealed.

After a long moment of quite deliberate perusal, he gave an appreciative smile.

“Virginia, even if I had changed my mind while I was sitting here, I can assure you that I would have just changed it back.”

She smiled, flattered and relieved. She stepped towards him, her movements graceful and sensual.

“I was hoping that you’d feel that way…”

Straker moved closer and Virginia couldn’t concentrate on anything else save him. They met in the middle of the room and she suddenly felt short without her boots. She looked up at her boss and saw the man instead.

God, his eyes are so blue.

He moved closer still and the inch of space between them became nothing. Straker’s hand came up to Virginia’s throat and she felt the lightest of touches.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little. Not much.”

Her voice was a whisper as she unconsciously swayed closer, savouring the heady aroma of cigar smoke and expensive aftershave.

Straker’s head slowly dipped closer and Virginia’s head tilted to accommodate him.

“I’m sorry that you were hurt.”

Virginia could feel the little puffs of air against her neck as he spoke, and it made the heat curl along her limbs.

Straker moved the shirt aside on Virginia’s shoulder and kissed the newly exposed flesh. He heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her tremble under his lips. They may be classing this as therapy, but he was pleased to discover that she was enjoying herself.

He certainly was.

His hands slid up Virginia’s arms until they reached her shoulders. The warmth of her skin could be felt through the silky material of her only garment; he had not felt the presence of a bra strap on his journey.

He pulled back slightly to look at Virginia. Her eyes were half closed but her gaze appeared fixed on his lips. He still expected her to pull away, but she seemed quite happy to continue. He dipped his head again, giving her ample chance to evade him if she chose.

She did not.

Their lips finally met and Virginia responded immediately, her mouth opening to accept his kiss. Someone groaned with pleasure and Straker wasn’t sure which one of them it was.

He didn’t care.

His plans for a brief interlude of pleasant foreplay in the lounge before segueing into the bedroom seemed a decent idea in his head, but her explosive response had sparked an answering fire in him. It was too much and yet not enough. He wrapped one arm around Virginia’s waist, holding her securely while his other hand pulled her leg up to wrap around his hip. His arousal was powerful and each shift of their bodies against the other resulted in delightful friction. His nerves were on fire and he was shocked by the strength of his urge to throw Virginia to the floor and just take her. He wanted – needed - to experience her body in the same way their mouths were enjoying each other.

For the usually ice cold unemotional Commander, it was a revelation.

Several long and very stirring kisses later, Straker slid a hand from Virginia’s thigh up to cup a breast; his thumb rubbed at the already erect nipple. His mouth watered and he ached to taste the firm flesh. His heart was hammering with anticipation and his blood thrummed in his ears. He lowered his head.

Virginia could almost read his mind at that moment and her nipples throbbed in anticipation. When Straker’s mouth moved over her still-covered breast she felt his tongue flick the nipple before lightly catching it in his teeth. She had never been so aware of her breasts before and she couldn’t help uttering a moan as he transferred his attention to her other one, sucking and nibbling at the firm tip. Her body pulsed from under his mouth down to her sex, a line of fire that brought her almost to the point of orgasm. Her legs were trembling, barely able to hold her upright.

She hadn’t anticipated this level of response from her own body. By her own measure she was passionate, but in the past it had always been a mechanical passion, her arousal a steady progress through accepted stages until completion. This wildfire rushing through her body like a storm was emotional passion and it was totally outside her previous experience. She had lost awareness of where she was, but not of who she was with.

To think that I worked with this man for so long without realising…this is so…so…

“Oh God, yes!”

She had never responded to a man the way she was with Straker, and she knew for certain that he had spoiled her for any other man. She was soaked with arousal and he had hardly laid a finger on her. She needed to have him – now.

Straker couldn’t believe how responsive she was. It was like playing a violin; she swayed in his arms and trembled under his lips. He spread his legs to aid his balance, but he was fast approaching the time to move things into the bedroom.

Or a horizontal surface – anywhere.

With a sense of urgency, Straker kissed his way back up to Virginia’s lips; once there his tongue repeatedly penetrated her moist hot mouth, mimicking what he really wanted to do with her. He felt her hands clutch at him as if she couldn’t get close enough and he understood, feeling the same way. His hands moved down her back until he reached the bottom edge of her shirt, then slid up underneath the material. The taut flesh under his hands was warm and silky smooth and quite bereft of underwear. His whole body pulsed.

Straker didn’t think it was possible, but his arousal became even harder, nudging at the juncture of Virginia’s thighs with only thin silk preventing them from actually contact. He wanted to lift her up and plunge into her damp heat before another heartbeat had passed.

His mouth still glued to hers, Straker picked Virginia up, his hands under her buttocks. She held on around his shoulders and her legs clamped around his hips, bringing her perilously close to his solid heat. They kissed like the demented, frantic with need.

Neither of them was quite sure how they managed it, but the next thing they knew Straker had carried Virginia into the bedroom and was half falling with her onto the king-size bed. It was short work to divest each other of their clothing and within seconds he was lying on top of her, his erection hard against her belly.

Virginia guided Straker’s head to her breasts and he was happy to take the hint; his mouth closed on one erect nipple and her back came up off the bed as she arched against him. Without abandoning her breasts, he shifted slightly until he was able to get a hand between her thighs, opening her legs and spreading her thighs apart. His middle finger nudged into her, parting the soft folds of flesh while his thumb sought out her clitoris.

Virginia’s eyes flew open but she saw nothing. She could only feel, helplessly caught in a strong undertow of sensation, riding towards ultimate pleasure.

“Ed…Ed…oh Lord, you have no idea…”

Her abandoned cries added to Straker’s arousal; had she been able to see his face she wouldn’t have recognized this man as her usually urbane Commander.

He moved down her torso, trailing heated kisses over her quivering belly while all the time his thumb circled and teased at her clitoris. He could tell from her rapid breathing and the way her sex tightened on his finger that she was close. Adding a second finger, his smile turned wicked as he looked up at her face. Not taking his eyes off hers, Straker replaced his thumb with his lips and tongue, flicking hard at the nub of firm flesh before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard.

Virginia cried out as she felt the first wave of her orgasm flow over her. The shocking heat moved from the centre of her body outwards in rippling surges, each stronger than the previous until her world was focused between her legs.

Straker’s fingers moved rapidly; on the outward move he stroked her insides as if beckoning and Virginia’s orgasm suddenly intensified, reaching new and impossible heights. Her head pressed back into the pillows as her pelvis strained upwards, her hands clutching fistfuls of bedding. Eyes squeezed shut, her heart pounding, she exploded into full orgasm, and was swept away far beyond anything that she had ever experienced.

His timing perfect, Straker moved rapidly up over her and plunged inside her just on the tail end of her orgasm. Instead of resenting the sudden forceful intrusion, to Virginia’s astonishment she felt herself coming again, the explosive tide rippling her insides for a second time as her body closed on his wide, firm cock.

Straker pumped vigorously, his muscular pains forgotten as he moved rapidly within Virginia’s welcoming body. He slid his hands under her shoulders to get a better grip and pushed himself in as far as he could. He could feel the pulse of her orgasm stroking him and his own leapt closer, the tension building in his balls making them ache.

Virginia writhed and squirmed under him like a woman possessed and her velvety hot sex gripped, stroked and dragged him into the conflagration. Straker felt the pressure increase exponentially and suddenly he was there, briefly teetering on the edge before he fell into ecstasy. He cried out as he shuddered, his cock jerking spasmodically until it was drained.

For several long moments all that could be heard in the bedroom was the rasp of laboured breathing.

Virginia lay comfortably under Straker’s body, his weight barely registering. Her own body sang with mellow relaxation and she felt wonderful.

Looking at the white blond head resting on her breast, Virginia muttered under her breath, unable to remain quiet.

“Hell, that was good.”

Sotto voce though her comment was, Straker heard it. He lifted his head just enough to mumble.

“Mm, not bad at all.”

It took him a moment to realise that the sudden instability of his headrest was because Virginia was laughing. Propping himself up on his elbows, his hips still nestled between hers, he looked down at her face, his smirk threatening to break through.

“What?”

Virginia shook her head, still smiling.

“I’m sorry; it’s just that you sounded so English. Commenting on how bad it wasn’t, as opposed to how good it was.”

Straker gave it some thought.

“Well, I’ve been on English soil for over ten years now…”

Virginia interjected mildly.

“More like under it.”

Straker nodded.

“True, so I guess some of it must be rubbing off on me.”

“Mmhuh.”

She stretched languidly, her arms up on the pillow behind her.

Straker’s headrest became decidedly perky. Distracted, he traced over a breast with the palm of his hand, cupping the warm smooth globe gently before running a finger over the firming flesh at its tip.

“I find these quite fascinating.”

Virginia was somewhat fascinated herself by the tingling sensation being generated by Straker’s clever fingers. Her voice sounded slightly breathless to her own ears.

“Breasts?”

“Mmm. Makes me want to do this…”

Straker’s head lowered until he could trace the dark areola with his tongue. Once the tip was completely hard, he drew it into his mouth. With a measure of satisfaction he heard Virginia draw in a sharp breath. He felt a corresponding pulse from inside, where he still rested, half hard, but getting harder.

“R…really?”

“Oh yes. Then this…”

His head dipped again, playing fair to the other breast.

“Oh God!”

Straker smiled at the imprecation; she really was the most physically sensitive woman. He would enjoy exploring just how much. The night was still young and they didn’t have to be at work tomorrow…

…by which time I might have figured out how we can make time for us.

The End.
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