Enjoy!! This is one of the first Slash stories I've written, it;s kinda hard to get the pronouns right, so be kind. ;-) And PLEASE let me know what you think! Long Separations (NC-17 Slash f/f) (Set in the Baby Singer continuity, after Valiant Journeys) By Biz Hilary said hello to Susan as she walked into the dining room. "Well, William and the kids are off to the zoo." Hilary smiled, "Thanks for taking my two, I could use a day to myself now that Bethie is better." "No problem." Susan said as she raided the refrigerator. "You have anything edible in here?" "Susy, this is me." Hilary deadpanned. "You're right, Jeff always left the good leftovers." Susan grabbed a bottle of cola and shut the door. Hilary grinned sarcastically, but the mention of Jeff sent a pang of longing through Hilary. Susan immediately realized what she'd said and apologized. "It's ok, Sus." Hilary walked into the living room, turned on the radio and sat sideways on the couch, one leg curled in front of her and the other on the floor. She grabbed the newspaper and thumbed halfheartedly through it. Susan sat behind Hilary and massaged her shoulders. Hilary leaned back and sighed. "That feels nice Susan." Susan smiled, "figured you could use this." Hilary closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the relaxing massage. Before she could stop it an image of Jeff popped into her mind, rubbing her shoulders and nibbling at her neck. "Jeffrey," she whispered softly. As soon as she spoke his name, Hilary snapped to coherence. She stood getting away from Susan's touch. "Umm ... I . . . she collapsed back onto the couch facing Susan. "I just miss him so much some times." "I know you do." Susan reached for Hilary and pulled her into a comforting hug. Hilary leaned against Susan's shoulder and softly cried. Susan held her until her tears were spent. Hilary lay in her best friend's embrace enjoying the close contact with *someone*. Susan softly began to stroke Hilary's hair and Hilary wordlessly wrapped her arms tighter around Susan's back. She absently rubbed her fingers against Susan's back bone and felt her body respond to the feel of another body in her arms. She leaned her head up and looked at Susan, noting a slight look of lust in her eyes as well. "Susan . . ." she whispered. Susan wordlessly lay her hands to either side of Hilary's face and kissed her softly, yet urgently. Hilary let Susan lay her back as she pulled the dark haired woman over her. Hilary deepened the kiss and moved her hand up to tangle into Susan's hair. Susan moved up slightly to be more comfortable. Hilary turned to her side to give Susan more room. "Um . . ." she said with a grin, "maybe we'd have more room on the floor." Susan laughed and sat so the other woman could move. Hilary knelt between Susan's legs, and inched her skirt slowly upward. She gently unclasped the stockings from the garters and pulled them off her legs. Susan moved off the couch and crawled over Hilary, Staying above her on all fours. She smiled, "undress yourself." With a sigh, Hilary moved her hands to the buttons of her blouse and followed Susan's request. Susan helped her off with the bra and panties. Susan lowered herself and flicked a tongue across Hilary's left nipple. Hilary drew a sharp breath and pulled Susan close. She could only take so much of pleasing herself; the feel of someone else's hands on her body was exquisite. She closed her eyes and let the feel of Susan's hands and mouth on her body carry her into a fantasy of Jeff. His hands, his tongue; he could drive her to utter distraction with just a glance. She felt the moist softness of a tongue against her clitoris and moaned Jeff's name. Susan said nothing as she heard Hilary sigh Jeff's name. She knew what the loneliness of a long separation was like. Will attended a private medical school in England and as a woman she wasn't allowed on campus. So they decided that she'd remain in the states. Four years. And she knew that a long separation like this was doubly hard on Hilary. It didn't take a genius to figure out how inseparable she and Jeff had become since the London bombing. Susan knelt long enough to strip herself of her own clothing and lay, so she could more comfortably reach Hilary. "Close your eyes," Susan whispered, "be with Jeffrey." Hilary again felt the tongue toying with the tender sensitive flesh between her legs. She gasped and threw her arms above her head. She spread her legs wider so Susan could maneuver better and again lost herself into a fantasy with Jeff. The way he made love to her with his tongue, delving inside her, around her, tormenting her. Hilary clutched Susan's hair and pressed her harder against her. Just when she felt she was near the brink, Susan moved. Hilary opened her eyes to protest, but Susan leaned down and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on Susan's tongue. Dimly she realized that the taste was different on Jeff. Hilary moved her hand between Susan's legs and almost roughly began to caress her. Susan lay back and moaned. Hilary rolled to lay atop Susan and rubbed their two bodies together. Hilary moved enough to be able to reach Susan's clitoris and while caressing the small nub, slowly sank her middle finger into Susan. Susan arched her back in response and sighed, "oh, god." Hilary chuckled and replaced her thumb with her tongue. Her licking and thrusting soon brought Susan to a climax. Once she settled, Susan knelt and pulled Hilary to her knees as well. The two women kissed again, tongue meeting tongue. Susan reached between their bodies and again caressed Hilary to the brink of orgasm. When she again stopped, Hilary groaned frustratedly and glared. Susan smiled mischievously, "Do it yourself," she whispered. Hilary moved her own hands to her body. "Lay down," Susan told her. Hilary complied. "Now touch your breasts. knead them." Susan leaned forward and as Hilary was toying with her own breasts, Susan flicked her tongue across the hard nipples. Hilary moaned, "Susan please." Susan took Hilary's left hand and guided it down between Hilary's legs. "Rub yourself, make yourself come." Hilary threw her head back as she began to rub her fingers across her clitoris in the way that was guaranteed pleasure for herself. She felt Susan slide a finger into her. When she felt the stimulation on the inner walls of her vagina, she climaxed immediately. She cried out Susan's name and soon relaxed as the moment passed. She lay still and reached for Susan, who moved into her arms. Susan partially lay, balanced on her arm, over Hilary. She drifted her fingers through the thick soft auburn hair. "Do you feel better?" Susan asked softly. Hilary smiled. "Now, yes. Thank you; I needed this." "I thought you might." Susan responded. "Now, I don't think Will and the kids will be back for another few hours. Why don't we go upstairs and take a rest." "All right." Hilary stood gathered her clothes and let Susan follow her upstairs. The End.