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The sterile lights of Cassiopeia’s Xenobiology Lab hummed softly overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the array of diagnostic equipment and supply cabinets.
Dr. Samantha Cooper stood at the central counter, her tall, muscular frame dominating the space as she reviewed the syringe filled with anaesthesia.
The door hissed open, and Zoe Anders stepped inside. Zoe was shorter, but there was a determined glint in her eyes as she approached.
“Sam,” Zoe said, keeping her voice steady. “Do you have the syringe? For Williams?”
Sam approached her in the supply storage. Her dark eyes narrowed slightly, taking in Zoe’s expression. “And for what, exactly?”
Zoe shrugged, trying to appear casual as she leaned against the wall. “Just… Williams, like I said.”
Sam crossed her arms over her chest, the motion causing the fabric of her uniform to pull taut across her muscular biceps. “Try again. What do you want to do to Williams, Zoe? Be specific.”
“It’s to check his comms,” Zoe replied, keeping her answer deliberately vague. “He’s been acting weird lately. I need to handle something.”
Sam’s jaw tightened. She stepped closer, her taller frame casting a subtle shadow over Zoe. “Vague isn’t going to work here. Explain properly, or you’re not getting anything from me.”
Zoe met her gaze, refusing to elaborate further. “Look, I just need it. Can you trust me on this?”
In a swift, controlled movement, Sam closed the remaining distance between them. Her strong hands captured Zoe’s wrists, lifting them high and pinning them firmly against the cool metal wall behind her. The pinning was effortless for Sam—her superior height and muscle making it simple to cage Zoe in place. Zoe’s back pressed flush against the wall, her arms stretched above her head, held securely in Sam’s grip. Sam leaned in close, one thigh subtly bracing against Zoe’s legs to keep her immobilized.
“Try again,” Sam murmured, her voice low and authoritative, her face mere inches from Zoe’s. “Why the anaesthesia? What exactly are you planning with it?”
Zoe’s heart pounded rapidly in her chest. Being pinned like this—manhandled so easily by Sam’s strength—sent a thrill through her. She enjoyed this, the way a strong woman could overpower her with such confidence. But she didn’t back down. Instead, she provoked, a small smirk tugging at her lips despite her vulnerable position.
“Maybe I just like seeing you get all worked up and authoritative like this, Doctor,” Zoe said, her tone teasing as she shifted her hips slightly against Sam’s hold. “Does that answer your question? Or do you need to pin me harder to get the truth?”
Sam’s eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and something hotter. Her grip on Zoe’s wrists tightened just enough to emphasize her control, the muscles in her arms flexing visibly. “You’re playing a dangerous game right now, Anders. Williams is the sole funder of this operation, and if you’re going off on your own without telling me—”
Zoe interrupted with another provocative tilt of her head. “What are you going to do about it? Keep me here like this? Lecture me all day? Or maybe you finally do something about how you’ve been looking at me lately.”
That was the breaking point. With a low, heated growl, Sam leaned in and captured Zoe’s mouth in a firm, demanding kiss. It was meant to shut her up—dominant and intense, Sam’s taller body pressing Zoe harder against the wall. Her thigh slotted more firmly between Zoe’s legs for leverage, while her free hand came up to grip Zoe’s jaw, holding her exactly where Sam wanted her. The kiss was thorough, lips moving with commanding pressure, Sam’s strength making the entire action feel overwhelming.
Zoe’s eyes widened at first, a rush of heat flooding her face as she became instantly flustered. The power dynamic shifted completely in that moment. Sam’s superior physicality had her completely caged and controlled, and Zoe found herself melting under the intensity. Her usual sharp wit faltered, replaced by a breathless flush that spread across her cheeks and down her neck. Being manhandled like this—pinned, kissed into silence by someone so much stronger—hit every secret button Zoe had. She made a small, surprised sound against Sam’s lips, her body going pliant under the doctor’s hold.
Sam pulled back just enough to look at her, satisfaction glinting in her eyes as she took in Zoe’s flustered state. “See what happens when you provoke me?” she said huskily, still keeping Zoe’s arms pinned high above her head. Her muscular frame remained pressed close, radiating heat and control. “Now talk properly. Why do you need the anaesthesia?”
Zoe breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling as she tried to gather her scattered thoughts. The kiss had left her lips tingling, her mind hazy with desire and the thrill of submission. For several long seconds, she stayed flustered, simply feeling the power Sam held over her—the way those strong hands kept her wrists still so easily, the solid wall of muscle keeping her trapped in the best way.
But then Zoe gathered herself. She leaned forward as much as the pinning allowed and kissed Sam back—initiating this time with sudden passion. Their lips met hungrily, the kiss deepening quickly as Zoe poured her pent-up energy into it. Zoe nipped at Sam’s lower lip, drawing a pleased rumble from the taller woman.
Sam responded in kind, her stronger body pressing Zoe more firmly against the wall as the kiss grew more passionate. One of her hands released a wrist only to slide down Zoe’s side, gripping her hip possessively while the other kept the remaining wrist pinned. Their mouths moved together with increasing heat—lips parting wider, tongues dancing more boldly, soft sounds of pleasure escaping between them. The med bay filled with the intimate noises of their kissing, the air growing warmer around their entwined forms.
Eventually, they broke apart, both breathing hard. Sam’s forehead rested against Zoe’s, her muscular chest rising and falling visibly. She released Zoe’s other wrist but kept her caged in with her body, one hand still on Zoe’s hip.
“Williams has been communicating with Andromeda” Zoe admitted softly, her voice a little hoarse from the intensity. “He's using unauthorised, private channels. I need the syringe to sedate him briefly so I can check his comms safely. That’s all. I promise.”
Sam studied her for a long moment, her strong hand still holding Zoe close. Then she stepped back slightly, though not far enough to break the closeness entirely. She handed the requested syringe to Zoe.
“Here,” Sam said, her tone serious but laced with lingering heat from their encounter. “But listen to me carefully, Zoe. Don’t do anything you’ll regret. If it feels wrong, you stop and come to me immediately. Understood?”
Zoe took the syringe, tucking it away safely while nodding. Her cheeks were still flushed. “Understood. Thank you, Sam.”
Sam pulled her in once more, this time for a gentler kiss, her taller frame easily drawing Zoe close again. “Good. Now go, before I decide to pin you there again.”