Southern Cross by Windstar

"Julie, it's just one of those things you have to get used to. You don't have much control during…
I mean, well, release. Sometimes there are even power spikes."
Julie groaned incoherently and burrowed back into the welcoming warmth, reaching down and
dragging up a blanket this time to hide under also.
"I'm never going to be able to face them. I'll just have to get an entirely new command staff."
Emily chuckled and stroked her hair, waiting until Julie calmed down a bit.
"Don't worry, sweetheart."
They lay like that for a while, each soaking in the presence of the other. The pleasant tangle of
limbs and not knowing where one person began and the other ended.
"Hey, Emie?"
"Hmm?"
"I know who I want for a Provost."
"Good, about time. Who?"
"Clarice. I trust her and she knows what to do after being around you so long."
Emily placed a kiss against Julie's forehead and grinned. She was certain that Julie's choice was
going to raise a few complaints, a Marine for a Provost? She was also just as certain that it was a
good choice, and that Clarice would make a great Provost.
"She's a good choice."
"Emie?"
"Hmm?"
"We've got an hour and a half until we need to get up."
The grin turned into a slow, sexy smile and Emily rolled them over until she was on top of the
smaller woman.
"Oh really?"
Julie nodded and slid a hand behind the First Guardian's neck, drawing her downward. Just
before their lips touched she murmured, "I wonder what we'll do to pass the time."
Emily grinned as they tasted each other on their lips.