Southern Cross by Windstar

Emily had no answer to that and she gritted her teeth in frustration.
"I sent her to keep an eye on you and protect you."
"Sure you did. You just cared so much about me that you were busy every time I tried to talk to
you right?"
It was Emily's turn to back away from the incensed smaller woman.
"You don't understand!"
"Understand what? That you're trying to pretend I don't exist because," Julie's voice broke but
she forced herself to continue, "I was created by them? Do you hate them so much?"
Emily's resolve nearly broke at the hurt look in those green eyes, but the memory of the fall of
Tiri Prime put her back on the offensive.
"Them? The Bak'ra? The people who destroyed my world? I don't just hate them, I want to see
them all die a slow painful death. I want to be able to watch them suffer like we've suffered."
The grief, anger and loss in her voice forced Julie backwards this time. A small corner of the
First Guardian's brain, the one that had the annoying tendency to argue with her, wondered who
was winning this fight. Emily ignored it.
Julie sagged back against the bulkhead behind her, the anger draining from her, and just leaving
sorrow and a familiar aching loneliness.
"So you blame me for what they did to your world, Emie? Is that it?"
There really wasn't any answer that Emily could come up with for that one. So the First Guardian
did the only thing she could think of to end an argument that was hurting her as much as the
young human.
The kiss wasn't planned, hell it wasn't even supposed to happen.
Then somehow they were both pressed up against the wall, mouths hungrily pressed against each
other. Emily wasn't certain who groaned first, but she didn't care. Her uniform was too tight and
she was too hot. She desperately wanted to touch and caress the body molded against hers. When
Julie cupped a breast in her hands, Emily gasped in surprise and arousal.
The taller woman slid her hands down the redhead's back, tugging the Guardian uniform open as
she did. It was harder than she thought it would be, her hands kept misbehaving and stroking the
smooth skin underneath. Julie's hands began to freely roam across her chest and stomach,
stroking and learning. They were both panting by the time Emily stripped the uniform down off
Julie's shoulders.