I gave it a go as well, but please go easy on me - i did this in a very
short amount of time and it's my first attempt at slashy fic!

Title:       the other side
Author:      Laura
Rating:      ?? i don't know, but be warned -  quite graphic sex scene
Pairing:     Sam Nixon/Gina Gold


The Other Side by Laura


"You see the thing is," began Samantha, "My mother was just the same."
She was sitting in Gina's office where they were sharing a good bottle
of malt whiskey over a girlie chat.  "And I can see is myself making
exactly the same mistakes with Abi as my mother did with me."  Sam
seemed resigned to her fate.

"Oh, well, don't we all!" exclaimed Gina, recognising the universal
truth in the words of her companion.  "That's every woman's worst fear
- turning into her mother!  Some of us will, some of us won't.  Now,
bottoms up!"

Gina downed the remnants of her glass in one gulp and swiftly refilled
it to the brim.

Just briefly, Samantha had glimpsed another side of Gina - something
alien had crossed her worldly-wise features, a trace of something
unusual, vulnerable, mysterious, attractive.

As she watched Gina relight her cigarillo, Sam felt a slight stirring
in her groin.  `No,' she thought.  `I know I've been without for a
while, but that doesn't make it ok.'  For a moment she felt adamant -
she had almost convinced herself that what she was feeling for Gina was
some misplaced longing for a true mother/daughter relationship -
someone to look up to, someone to admire.

And Samantha certainly did admire Gina, more than as an inspector, more
than as a strong character who could control her subordinates - she
admired Gina as a woman.

Samantha slumped further back in her chair.  She watched the velvety
smoke curl from Gina's experienced lips.  She closed her eyes briefly
as she imagined Gina's lips roving, this time down over her body,
making their way towards their goal, slowly drinking up Samantha's
feminine arousal.  She began to feel a burning in her groin and a
growing wetness in her knickers as she imagined being dominated by this
woman.

Sam opened her eyes to see Gina looking at her, cigarette in one hand,
whiskey in the other.  She had a knowing look in her dark eyes that
told Sam she had been reading her mind.

Gina provocatively ran her tongue softly across the inside of her top
lip.  Samantha could feel the flush rise in her cheeks as she imagined
where those talented lips had been.  She couldn't help but slowly slide
her hand further up her own leg, the anticipation rising as it eased
under her skirt and neared her crotch.

She threw her head back and closed her eyes as her hand eased its way
inside her panties. Samantha groaned as her manicured fingers
discovered delicate, moist, burning hot flesh.  Her mind was filled
with thoughts of what Gina's experienced lips could do to her down
there, and she was only brought back to reality as she felt a hand rest
on her shoulder.

Gina had been equally aroused by the thought of what lay up Samantha's
skirt.  As she saw Sam's obviously growing arousal she had set down her
glass, put out her ciggie and silently hurried to the other side of the
desk where Sam was putting on quite a show.

Gina decided it was time to give her a display to more than match the
private fantasies Sam's lewd mind was enacting.  She steadied herself
by placing her hand on Sam's shoulder and eased her way down onto her
knees - agile for a woman of such advancing years.  It was amazing what
you could do when you put your mind to it.

As, indeed, Sam was about to find out to her delight.  She felt Gina's
hands trace their way up the inside of her thighs.  She was barely able
to keep her eyes open long enough to know when Gina had reached her
knickers.

Obligingly, Samantha eased up her slim hips and lifted her firm
buttocks off the chair, allowing for Gina to deftly remove her
underwear, slipping it over the white heels of her shoes.

Gina caressed the backs if Sam's knees with her soft finger tips as she
bent her head to allow her tongue to touch the beginning of Sam's inner
thigh.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Gina traced a pathway up towards Sam's writhing
groin.  Sam was groaning, urging Gina to reach the trophy of her
womanhood.

As Gina's lips grew closer, she allowed her hands to slide around and
grasp Samantha's peachy buttocks.  Gina dug her fingernails in as she
attempted to keep Sam's wild hips still.

When her lips reached the top of Sam's smooth thigh, Gina tilted Sam's
hips so she could lick the small spot of skin between her pink anus and
her womanliness.  Slowly she stroked her tongue upwards, at last
tasting a drop of the liquid of Samantha's arousal, savouring the
taste.

She ran her tongue over the entrance to her vagina and gently over the
delicate flesh towards Sam's magical button.  She carefully flicked
Sam's clit with her wet tongue, knowing the reaction it would cause in
her lover.

Samantha pushed her hips forwards, groaning deeply, her mind numb with
the pleasure of Gina's tongue.  Her chest was heaving, the nipples on
her heavy breast were purple and erect like arrows, practically
piercing the fabric of her shirt.  One of Sam's hands was moving inside
her own shirt, rubbing hard, pinching at her swollen nipples.

The other hand was buried amongst the strands of Gina's dark brown
hair, forcing Gina's head closer and closer to her own groin, willing
her to continue her exploration.

Gina's tongue dived deeply into Samantha's vagina and licked back
upwards in long, silky strokes to her clit.  Gina lubricated her thumb
with Samantha's own free-flowing juice and rubbed it against her clit
while her tongue pushed deeper and deeper into her.

This pushed Samantha over the edge.  She bit her lip as she came with a
long, shuddering cry as Gina licked up the liquid evidence of their
encounter.

Gina's mouth had certainly been experienced, and if this was what is
was like on the other side, Samantha was determined to return soon and
explore some more.

The End