#famslash february

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Femslash February 01 - Frost

Margo x Irina

Margo limped to her window in her new office. She had been on her feet more in Leningrad than she had been in all her years in the USSR. She was going to feel this over the next few days. But despite the lip service communism paid to egalitarianism, she noticed how much nicer this office was. She now had a window with a view looking out into the courtyard.

She shivered as she looked out over the snow. It reflected the glow of the full moon and Margo felt like that she was watching the patterns of frost forming across the windows. She tried not to jump when she saw Irina’s reflection.

Morozova had its roots in the Russian word for frost. It seemed appropriate. The woman was cool, sometimes cold, and just as deadly.

“It is beautiful, no?” Irina said as she stood behind Margo. Too close. “I must admit, Margo, that as reluctant as I was to share you with the world, to not have you hidden will allow us to move quicker. Perhaps exit the solar system before we die.”

Margo rubbed the ache in her hip as she turned to toward Irina. “Thank you, Director.”

Irina reached out and put her hand over the one Margo had at her hip. Her hand was cold. “You should really see one of our doctors. We do have some of the finest doctors in the Soviet Union here.” She brought her other hand up to cup Margo’s cheek. Margo tried not to shiver. “I do not like to see you in pain.”

Margo nodded, licked her lips and tried to move past her. Irina stood her ground as she stroked her thumb back and forth across her cheek. “I meant what I said. We will go far into the cosmos together.”

Irina leaned in and kissed Margo. Margo kissed her back and tried to calculate the length and pressure of a kiss that would keep her alive.

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Femslash February 08 - Ghost

Molly x Margo

Margo was haunted by the ghost of Molly Cobb her first year in Moscow. She didn’t believe in ghosts and she certainly didn’t believe Molly’s spirt had followed her from Houston. It was just that she heard Molly’s commentary in her head on and off through the year. She could hear her laughter whenever Lenara Catiche turned her away from Roscosmos and whenever Margo attempted to speak Russian. And she could feel her judgment that she didn’t stay and fight but ran with her tail between her legs as her Agency fell apart.

There were nights, after she turned off the light in her bedroom and took off her glasses and the world was dark and fuzzy, she felt like she could almost see Molly perched on the side of her bed as she passed her judgment. Some of those nights, Molly simply recited the names of the dead in the bombing until Margo fell into a fitful, exhausted sleep.

About six months in, Margo was exhausted and lonely enough to talk back. Molly would eviscerate the filmiest of Margo’s excuses for her actions. “Face it, Queen of Darkness. You were scared and you ran.” And there was nothing Margo could do but cover her head with her pillow and try to fall asleep because she had no argument against the truth. She had no argument for a woman who died running back into a burning, collapsing building and saved her people. Margo’s people.

Nine months in, Molly started touching Margo - a caress of her leg, a touch to her cheek, a kiss of her forehead at night. It was almost worse than the words because each was an accusation, too. That Margo was so isolated from her fellow humans that now the hallucination of a woman who had been a pain in the ass was touching her tenderly sometimes - touching her to turn her on other nights.

Not on the anniversary of her defection and the bombing, but a week or two after, Margo took matters in her own hands. As she touched herself, she imagined Molly’s lips kissed her, Molly’s hands caressed her, Molly’s fingers ruthlessly fucked her.

As she came, Margo felt Molly’s ghost dissipate.

Now, she truly was alone.

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Femslash February 28 - Warmth

Margo x Sam

Margo was free.

Margo was exiled to Mars.

One of the prison guards had found her writing while snooping in her cell. The guard had Free Mars sympathies, smuggled it out and had it published. (Her cellmates were excited mostly because the writing made the guard miss the contraband in the cell.) It had only been her beliefs about the necessity for space exploration for humanity and some justification for her actions over the decades. It mostly existed to help her pass the time.

Now she was part of a prisoner swap between Earth and Mars.

Her life never ceased to get more bizarre.

And despite all her drive to get humanity to Mars, she never wanted to be there herself. When she disembarked, she was met by Samantha Massey, one of the leading figures in the Free Mars movement. She was even more surprised when Massey took her to her new quarters. They were small and spartan but nicer and bigger than her cell. “Thank you, Ms. Massey, for everything.”

Massey nodded her head and said, “Call me Sam.”

*

Someone had a sense of humor. Everyone was required to work on Mars. She was too old for the mines and too skilled to not use. She worked primarily with Helios to launch ships to the Jovian moons. Luckily for her own sanity, Dev had moved with the frontier and was currently living on Titan.

She mostly kept to herself. There was a library and she spent most of her free time there or reading in her quarters. She had gone on the surface exactly once but found it overwhelming. She sometimes had dinner with people who remembered her from NASA and had forgiven her. It meant she ate with Kelly Baldwin and her son but not Ed Baldwin.

She was convinced she could feel the Martian winter through all the metal and insulation of the habitat. She shivered and missed her Soviet cardigans for the first time. They had kept her warm.

One night, there was a knock at her door and there stood Samantha Massey, holding a nice, thick cardigan. “I noticed you were shivering on your shift.”

Margo felt it and wondered how she got wool on Mars. She quickly put it on and felt warmer. “How can I pay you back?” she asked.

Massey shrugged. “Come have dinner in my quarters.”

*

It became something that happened once a month, dinner with Sam. Margo found herself looking forward to it. She learned more than she ever wanted to know about the politics of Mars. Sam would laugh at her and tell her that even though she understood more than most, she was still an Earther.

She found that Sam was touching her and more and more during these dinners. Margo found that she didn’t mind. It was nice to feel the warmth of another person. She found herself leaning into those touches, even initiating them herself.

Finally, one night, Sam leaned in and kissed her. “Come to bed with me, Margo.”

Caught by surprise, Margo asked, “Why?”

Sam laughed. “So I can keep you warm.”

Margo nodded and allowed Sam to kiss her again.

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Femslash February 16 - Doll

Pam x Ellen

Being First Lady meant being dressed up like a doll Pam thought as someone helped her into her gown for the state dinner. She knew it was important to Ellen that this go well. Finland was a neutral country with a border with the Soviet Union. And since it would be Pam’s first state dinner, the press would be out in force.

She didn’t see Ellen until they walked into the dinner together. Ellen had been holed up with the Joint Chiefs for most of the afternoon. Pam knew whatever she had been doing was so classified that Ellen could tell her nothing, so she took her hands and breathed with her before they entered.

The state dinner was long and tedious. Ellen looked gorgeous and every time Pam looked at her, she had to remind herself that this was real life - that Ellen was willing to publicly proclaim that Pam was hers and that she loved her. The food was delicious. The music was good. The Finns were nice - nicer than the Vice President and other Republicans in attendance.

Later that night, after Ellen had unzipped her, Pam helped unzip Ellen’s dress. She gasped as she saw the elaborate lingerie underneath. As Pam traced the lace trim of Ellen’s bra, Ellen said, “The least I could do after making you dress like a doll was to wear some doll underwear for you.”

Pam placed a kiss to the nape of her neck and turned her around and kissed her deeply. Tomorrow was tea with the wife of the Finnish Prime Minister. Tomorrow would be blog posts about how she and Ellen only presented feminine identity in one way and asking how Pam could sell out with Ellen’s conservative economic program. Tomorrow would be another day to be dressed like a doll.

But right now, she was going to undress her girlfriend.

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Femslash February 25 - Myth

Molly x Ellen

Larry kept wishing that Ellen could campaign with the other three original women astronauts. But Tracy was dead, Dani had told her in no uncertain terms what she thought of Lee Atwater, and Molly didn’t give a fuck. Besides, the more she reminded her base that she was a woman, the less they supported her.

Somedays, she wished Larry would shut the fuck up.

Molly at least would always have a drink with her. Ellen found she was indistinguishable from other women for the most part if she took off her make up and put on jeans and a t-shirt. Molly had a dive bar near her apartment that she felt comfortable navigating and would allow her guide dog. These days when she saw Molly, she wished she had known the truth and let her stay up on the moon a little longer.

The two of them drank and bitched about their lives - Ellen about Larry and Bill Clinton and Molly about Margo and well, mostly Margo.

After too many drinks than were smart for a breakfast campaign event in the morning, Ellen asked Molly if she ever felt like a myth.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean - the four of us. You’re the first American woman on the moon who hung onto the side of a rocket. Dani saved the world with a handshake and I’m the girl who caught the tank. They turned Tracy into a statue!”

Molly gestured to the bartender to pour some more whiskey. “Nah. That’s just bullshit.” She took a drink. “Well, except for the hanging onto the rocket. That was very real.”

Ellen wondered what it would be like to be as free and authentic as Molly. Now she felt like she did nothing in her life without an opinion poll weighing in. And then there was the biggest secret of them all.

“C’mon, Wilson, walk me home,” Molly said as she held out her arm a little drunkenly. They both made their way slowly toward Molly’s place. Before they got there, Molly reached out and touched Ellen’s face. “I’m drunk and sentimental. But maybe you need to be yourself and stop giving a fuck what everyone else thinks.”

Ellen let out a melancholy laugh. She wanted to be president too much to be authentic. Instead, she leaned in and kissed Molly. “Thanks for the drinks.”

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Femslash February 20 - Glow

Molly x Sally Ride

“Ed, I cannot believe you are sending me up to Jamestown with Margo’s new egghead,” Molly complained as she strode into his office.

“I don’t know, Mol. I trained Ride. I think you’ll like her.”

“Unlikely.”

“In fact, I think you’ll be best buddies by the time you come back.”

“Ha!”

Ed shrugged. “You may doubt me. But I’m the one who decides - “

“Who goes up and when, yeah, yeah, yeah.” Molly grimaced.

*

Much to her dismay, Ed was right. Sally joined her in mapping the spot Molly was sure had a lithium deposit. Sally was one of the few new astronauts who didn’t hold her in awe or try to prove something to her. She worked hard, had good ideas, and had a wicked sense of humor.

She and Sally were eating in the mess when Sally’s time to call came up. As she left, Sally told Molly that she could have the rest of her lasagna. Even in 1/6 g, Molly had built up an appetite. As she finished her ration, Ellen sat down next to her. “Do you guys ever stop flirting?”

Molly rolled her eyes.

*

Molly joined Sally to watch the sun rise. As the chorus to “Every Little Thing” came through speakers and they basked in the glow after two weeks of darkness, Sally grabbed Molly’s hand.

*

Officially, everyone had their own rack. Unofficially, astronauts were horny risk takers. As long as you weren’t too loud, sex in Jamestown was just one more thing you ignored your neighbor doing. When Molly slipped into Sally’s rack, she kissed her in the glow of lunar morning.

When Sally’s hand made its way between Molly’s thighs, she stifled her moans in Sally’s neck.

*

Molly’s sight degraded to the point where she could see smears of glowing light on good days. That’s all she saw when Sally came into the Astronaut Office. “I’m taking my name out of the Mars mission pool.”

“That’s surprising.”

“I refuse to have the possibility of serving with Ed Baldwin on a two year mission.”

“Ed’s a good pilot.”

“No shit. But he’s a horrible commander.”

“In your opinion.”

Molly heard the frustration in Sally’s voice. “I’m taking a job. At Stanford.”

“You’re giving up space?”

“Not space. Just NASA.” She heard Sally move, smelt her perfume as the glow of her leaned down and kissed the top of Molly’s head. “I’ll miss you.”

“Yeah,” Molly replied as she grasped Sally’s arm.

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Femslash February 06 - Bow

Margo x Ellen

Margo scoffed. “So NASA is just supposed to bow to the whims of some political appointee?”

Ellen closed her eyes and counted slowly to ten in her head. Ever since Apollo-Soyuz, they’d been butting heads more and more. No matter how many times she tried to explain what she had done what she done for the good of the country and NASA, Margo stubbornly refused to see how Ellen carved out a third way. A way that kept the road to Mars open. “Yes, Margo, that is how the federal government works.”

Margo crossed her arms and huffed. “But he’s an idiot, Ellen!”

Ellen pinched the bridge of her nose. It was times like this she wished she could just make Margo bow to the political realities. “Margo. You want to run this agency someday? Make nice.”

“Fine. Now I have a meeting about something important - about getting us to Mars.” She stood up and stormed out of the room.

As Ellen watched her go, she hated the part of herself that wished that she could control Margo. The part of her that wanted to gag Margo and bend her over her desk and fuck her until she couldn’t think, she couldn’t argue. That she would bow to Ellen’s wishes. That she would beg.

Ellen shook her head as her secretary buzzed her to announce her next appointment. Ellen hated that she’d get herself off to that scenario tonight.

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Femslash February 10 - Astral

Molly x Ellen

Normally, NASA picked its three person crew for Jamestown with the utmost care so that personalities didn’t clash in a potentially deadly way. However, apparently, this trip was cursed, Molly thought. Maybe not as much as Ed’s but pretty damn close. They were on their third backup after Jones broke his leg in a car accident and Simmons’ kid came down with chicken pox 48 hours before launch and the flight surgeon didn’t want to chance exposing anyone to the virus on the moon. So it was her, Ellen and Clark. Clark was fine on Earth but on the moon he was a real horse’s ass.

Things on a normal stint would become tense during the third lunar night - a humans weren’t used to a two week long night and living in such close proximity to each other. Clark slammed his way out the shelter, muttering about women and hormones and needing to get away.

“Wait! Protocol is that - “ Ellen started before they heard the door clang shut. “ - we shouldn’t go out alone.”

Molly ate a spoonful of what was calling itself meatloaf. “What crawled up his ass and died?” she asked.

Ellen looked at her, a spark of mischief that Molly had never seen in her eyes before. “He probably just needs to get laid.”

“You gonna take one for the team, Wilson?”

“Nope.”

Molly stretched her arms over her head. “I’m desperate, but not that desperate.” She looked Ellen up and down. “You, on the other hand, I’d fuck.”

Ellen blushed. “If I had a choice, I’d choose you, Molly.”

Molly felt heat pool in her stomach. It had been so long since she’d left Wayne and the weeks stretched out before without him. The lack of sex was about the only thing she disliked about space. “What about it? I’d show you a good time.”

Ellen bit her lip and looked away. Molly shrugged and pushed away from the table. She started to make her way to the shower when she was surprised by Ellen shoving her against the wall and kissing her. Before she could say anything, Ellen shoved her hand into her underwear and Molly’s hips bucked against her hand.

As she rode Ellen’s hand to her release, the stars she saw when she came echoed the stars visible outside.