Scooter slowly kissed her way back up Layne's body, then kissed her, softly sliding her tongue against Layne's. She moved to the side and wrapped her arms around Layne as she pulled her easily on top of her without breaking the kiss. Layne slid a thigh between her legs and ran her fingers over Scooter's breasts pinching the nipples and kneading the small mounds alternately. Scooter moaned in her mouth and raised her hips against her. Layne knew the slow sensual caresses were over. She could feel Scooter's wetness on the thigh she slid between her legs and the way she jerked against it meant Layne didn't have time to explore her hard body.
Layne quickly skimmed her hand lower across her taught stomach and into the semi-hairless wet folds. Scooter's body was shuddering under her as she rubbed her clit softly, then harder before giving her what her body was begging for. Layne slid two fingers deep inside with her thumb flat against her clit. Scooter thrust up into her matching every movement. It was over way too quickly. Scooter broke the kiss and threw her head back with a deep guttural moan. Layne felt the hot muscles around her fingers tighten and the warm gush into the palm of her hand. She stayed inside of her pushing deeper as she rode the final waves of her orgasm. She ran her tongue around Scooter's lips sucking her bottom lip between hers as she slowly pulled her fingers out of her. Scooter moved to the side and wrapped her arms around Layne with Layne's head on her shoulder and their legs tangled. Neither woman spoke. They were sound asleep instantly.
Layne woke to an empty cold bed and sore muscles hours later. She didn't bother walking through the condo she knew Scooter was gone. Her mind replayed the evening. She felt more passion in those few hours than she had ever felt in her life. She wasn't sure if she should be happy it was a one night stand or sad that she would probably never see the attractive stranger again. The pillow next to her smelled like soap and sweat, the mixture tickled her senses and her clit hardened. It was too early to start her day, but she had to get out of that bed and clear her head. She took a freezing cold shower and fell asleep again on the couch.
Chapter 5
Scooter turned off the alarm when she walked through the front door. It was still dark out and would be for a few more hours. She maneuvered through the dark house to the kitchen. She was sure she wouldn't sleep. She needed a shower, but what she wanted the most was to stay in bed with the beautiful brunette and make love to her again. She chose her usual modes-operandi cut and run. She wasn't relationship material; no one wanted a lover that spent only a handful of weeks home every year. She prided herself on being immune to the clutches of love.
Libby found her sitting at the bar in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand, checking her email on their shared laptop.
"I thought I heard you come in," Libby said as she poured herself a generous cup of Colombia's finest blend that Scooter brought back with her.
"I got home a little bit ago. What are you doing up so early?"
"The beeping of the alarm woke me up when you came in and the coffee finally enticed me. So, how was your night?"
Scooter met her eyes and grinned, then shrugged. "Fine. Yours?"
"Fine? As in the sex was mediocre or you didn't get past second base?" Libby laughed.
Scooter shook her head and laughed. "Stop living through my sex life and get one of your own would you." She sipped her coffee. "What's another word for insatiable?"
"I have sex, thank you very much. Probably more than you do."
Scooter laughed and rolled her eyes. "Are you sure about that?"
Libby yawned. "So it was that good? Insatiable? Are you going to see her again?"
"Yes, yes, and no."
"Don't you want to fall in love again one day?"
"Nope," Scooter said as she put her cup in the sink and headed up the stairs.
"I wish you would reconsider. I see the loneliness in your eyes. The Navy can only give you so much love in return."
~~~
Layne had just sat down behind her desk in her corner office on the third floor of the courthouse, when her cell phone rang. Her muscles were still stiff from sleeping on the couch three nights ago and she swore her body ached in places she never knew existed. She hated Mondays. They were the worst nightmare for any prosecuting attorney, especially the Assistant District Attorney. She spent most of the day at bail hearings for thugs that had been arrested over the weekend. Then, she spent the rest of the week assembling the cases that would hopefully put the thugs away for years and for some, lifetimes. No wonder she was single. She worked ungodly hours in the armpit of the legal system for pennies.
God, she was tired. One night of incredibly voracious sex had turned into a weekend of vigorous spring cleaning. Her two bedroom two, bath condo was turned upside down and then righted again. She avoided Denise and Tabitha at all costs. She didn't bother looking at the caller ID. She knew the person calling her cell phone at 7AM had to be one of them. Everyone else called her office line unless it was after hours.
"It's about damn time! I was going to send the cops looking for you if you didn't answer this time," Denise chided.
"I was cleaning my place all weekend and I have three pending cases that are going to trial soon. I was busy." It wasn't a lie, but she knew the cases like the back of her hand and they would be one or two days worth of testimony and an hour of deliberation if they didn't come to terms on a plea bargain before then.
"Uh huh. Cleaning my ass. Was she really there all weekend? What's her name? Was it good? It had to be good if she stayed all weekend." Denise sounded like she was salivating. Layne laughed. She hadn't taken a woman home with her in over four months and then it was a disaster, crash and burn from the beginning.
"How about I meet you and Tabitha tonight and I'll tell you all about it."
Denise didn't hide the excitement in her voice. "I'll call her. How about seven at Frog's?"
Layne wasn't quite ready to go back there, although she knew her chances of running into Scooter were slim and she wouldn't mind another night with her, but it was clear she didn't want to see her again. Still, Frog's had the best drink specials in town and decent scenery. It wasn't actually a lesbian bar, but the town's lesbian population pretty much took it over a few years back. "I'll be there, but make it six. I'm too tired to stay late tonight, unless, of course the mayor gets caught buying smack or snorting coke for dinner and needs a bail hearing."
Denise laughed. "Wouldn't that be hilarious?"
"Yeah, but thankfully he is too straight laced for that or at least he acts like he is anyway, which, is fine by me since I have enough shit piled on my plate at the moment."
"Not to mention you're exhausted from a weekend sex binge," Denise laughed again.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm up to my eyeballs in paperwork. Go call Tabs. I'll see you guys tonight." She hung up and shook her head. They both had more hook-ups than she could count on her hands and toes, yet they always seemed to live through the few she happened to have once a year. She felt a small flutter at the thought of possibly seeing Scooter again. She honestly didn't want to see her. It was always awkward when one-night stands ran into each other casually on the street or in a bar. Their business wasn't unfinished, but she would definitely not say no to another rendezvous with her. How could she when it was by far the best sex of her life and with a complete stranger to boot. Maybe it was better that way, no complications.
Chapter 6
Scooter wasn't terribly shocked when she arrived at the base Monday morning and found out the sub she was assigned to was scheduled to deploy at the end of the week for a three week sea trial. That was part of the reason she stayed aboard so long when they arrived home two weeks ago. She and the captain were overseeing a navigation upgrade and the installation of a new communication scramble link. Of course, all of this information was top secret.
She was dressed in a starched and pressed tan uniform, which was the commissioned officer's work uniform. Her shoulder boards had two and a half stripes and there was a shiny gold leaf on her collar.
Those two insignia's alone made many sailors and submariners in her vicinity come to attention and salute before she ever got close to them. She loved being an officer. She worked very hard to earn the respect she received. She just didn't care for the pomp and circumstance that went along with it sometimes.
"Good morning, Commander," a Division Officer of the sub who was assigned as the Navigator, saluted and greeted her as she boarded the sub.
"Lieutenant," she said as she saluted back. "I take it our improvements are coming along."
"Oh yes ma'am. Right on schedule." He followed her down the tiny hallway and an even tinier staircase that led to the Control Room or brains of the sub.
"Excellent," she said as she went into her closet-sized stateroom and booted up her onboard computer.
Just after lunch, a light knock on her stateroom door caused her to jump. She pulled the door open. "Captain."
"I just got off the phone with Rear Admiral Muerk. We're scheduled to push-off at 2100." He didn't sound too pleased.
"Tonight," she paused. "I'll round up the D.O.'s now."
He checked his watch. "Have everyone dismissed by 1700. We will re-board by 1930," he said before walking away.
They were scheduled to 'push-off' at 2100 hours, which was a little odd since it would be nine o'clock and dark, but she learned a long time ago to never question the Navy.
Two hours later, she held the meeting with the Division Officers, which were the Navigator, Weapons Officer, Chief Engineer, Dive Officer and Supply Officer. Afterward she finished the pre-deployment checklists and distributed them to the correct inboxes for the Division Officers. They were running with a skeleton crew since this was only a three week sea trial, still, she had to do everything by the book. She liked the excitement of the last minute rush to deploy. It kept everyone 'on-the-ready'.
At five-thirty, Scooter left the base and headed home to change and pack her provisions. She wouldn't be gone long, three weeks was barely time to get adjusted to the lack of sunlight. She donned her Summer Dress White Uniform, which was standard for deploying and arriving.
~~~
"Hey girl, it's about time you got here." Tabitha jumped up to hug her best friend when she walked up to their table.
"I thought we said six?" Layne checked her watch and it was five after.
"We started without you." Denise shrugged. "We were early."
The bar was fairly empty. A few bar stools and a couple tables were occupied by regulars.
"So?" Tabitha and Denise sipped their margaritas and waited.
Layne laughed and rolled her eyes. "At least let me pour myself a drink first."
Tabitha grabbed the pitcher and the empty glass. "I got it. Go ahead."
Layne shook her head, still laughing. "What's there to tell? She went home with me Friday night, we had sex. She left Saturday morning."
"Oh come on. First of all, you didn't answer your phone all damn weekend. I think she was there longer than just Friday night," Tabitha said as she slid the glass in front of Layne.
"That's it? You just had sex? How was it? I bet she is smoking hot naked." Denise was almost perched on the edge of her seat.
Layne blew out a frustrating breath and smiled. "Alright, okay, you win. It was…amazing, mind-blowing, too damn good to be legal. I woke up sore in places I never knew about."
"Wow!" Denise mock-fanned herself.
"I also woke up alone."
"Oh honey, that sucks. Did you talk about seeing each other again?" Tabitha asked.
"No. We didn't talk at all."
"Did you at least get her name?"
"Yeah. Scooter."
Denise raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like a nickname."
"Probably is." Layne shrugged and downed her drink in three long sips. Scooter wasn't at the bar and she doubted she would see her anyway. She was pouring herself another glass when Denise grabbed her arm.
"Oh my God! Isn't that her?"
"Her who?"
"Your…Scooter. In the uniform."
~~~
"Oh no." Libby tossed the towel on the bar and walked around to meet the woman coming towards her in the crisp white uniform with shining ribbons and insignia. She hated that uniform. It signified deployment. "Damn it, Scooter. You just got home."
Scooter stopped in front of her sister and saw the sadness in her light brown eyes. "I'm sorry. It's out of my control. We leave tonight." She checked her watch. "In a few hours. It's classified, but I'll be back soon. It's not a full deployment."
"How long."
"You know I can't honestly answer that. Just know I'll be home soon."
Libby wiped the tears before they could fall. "Blink once for weeks and twice for months." It was the only way Scooter could tell her, even that was too much, but she did it anyway. She blinked once and waited. Libby threw her arms around her.
"I love you. Please be careful."
"I love you too, Sis. I'll email you if we make port."
Libby pulled away and noticed the women at the table in the corner staring at them. "It looks like you have an audience."
~~~
"She's a sailor. No wonder she's so hot." Denise practically drooled.
"From the looks of all of that shiny crap and stripes on her shoulders she looks important too," Tabitha added.
"She's an officer." Layne knew enough to figure that out, but she was unsure about all of the decorations on her uniform. Great. The last thing she wanted to do was get involved with a sailor.
"She exudes sex appeal in that uniform. Good God." Denise was slightly disappointed that the sailor chose Layne. She definitely would not mind peeling her out of the uniform one layer at a time.
All three women watched the woman in the starched white uniform walk towards their table. Her blue eyes contrasted nicely with her dark curly hair. Her uniformed glowed brightly against her naturally tanned skin. She stopped a foot away with a devilishly sexy grin on her face.
"Hi."
"Hi," Layne said back.
Scooter checked her watch. She needed to go now if she was going to make it back to the base on time. "I'm due back at the base, so I need to go…" She looked at Layne. "I just wanted to say hi." She smiled again, did a prompt about-face and left the bar.
Chapter 7
Layne was barely in her office when Stewart Griffin walked through the door. He was her boss and the District Attorney for the Southern District of California. She stood while he entered the room and shut the door. She waited as he took a seat in front of her desk, before sitting back down in her own chair.
"I have a new assignment for you. Senator Wainwright was in a meeting with me at six this morning. I just left another meeting with the Chief of Police and the Mayor." He slid the folder across the desk that he was holding. "A young woman in the Navy was raped by a superior officer. When she reported it to NCIS, they supposedly investigated and found no evidence so the case was dismissed and she was basically told to go back to work."
"Are you kidding me?" At the word Navy she briefly thought of Scooter.
"She decided to report it to the San Diego PD and somehow the mayor got involved and here we are."
"What does this have to do with me exactly? Wouldn't you want to process a case this large yourself?"
"Well, I normally would, but she's a woman and the mayor and I both think a female prosecutor would be better suited in this situation. You're the only woman A.D.A."
"Wait. Since when does a victim's sex depict the sex of her counsel?" She was about to get pissed. She wouldn't mind this case, but if it was only because she was a woman and they wanted the sympathy vote she was going to go off the deep end.
"No, not just the victim. She was supposedly raped by a female."
"Huh?" She was a lesbian and still wondered how a woman could rape another woman.
"You heard me. A female was raped by another female and on a submarine while on deployment to boot." He looked like his eyeballs were going to pop out of his head. She
wondered if the idea of two women in that kind of situation was actually turning him on. That would be sick. She rolled her eyes.
"So you want me to process this case, which is probably going to be huge with the media and the whole nine yards, because I am a woman and there are two women involved? Am I hearing this right?"
"Yes, well that and you're a very good prosecutor Layne. Don't sell yourself short. Senator Wainwright wants the world to see what a bad idea it was to dissolve DADT. Personally, I want to see this bitch fry. Women don't belong in the military to start with, and on submarines, that is just bullshit. Women raping other women is just fucked up. The whole world needs to have a 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' policy, keep the gays closeted."
She had enough of his rant. So his motive wasn't sexual, it was prejudice. Oh how nice. "Stewart, you know I'm a lesbian."
"Yes and you don't flaunt it and you don't rape other women do you?" he huffed.
"Well, no."
"Good. Get on this now. I'll give Anderson you're pending cases. This is top priority," he said to her just before he walked out of the room.
"Fucking great," she said to the empty space in front of her. This was a make or break case and she was sure based on his attitude and the comments from the senator that they wanted to shove this problem down the military's throat and they were going to use her to do it. She still couldn't understand why a woman would do that to another woman. She had to be a very sick and disturbed individual.
Layne put the file in her briefcase and headed over to the police station.
~~~
Scooter felt at home 300ft below the ocean's surface. The lack of sunlight did not bother her and the constant quiet was almost relaxing. So far, the new equipment and upgrades were operating proficiently.
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