"Slippery When Wet"
Fandom: Portal
Pairing: Cave/Caroline
Rating: M
Summary: Cave and Caroline experiment with Propulsion Gel.
Notes: Deliberate overuse of the word orange, and lots of synonyms for slippery. Based on this .gif:
Disclaimer: Portal and all associated characters belong to Valve. I just borrow them for my own sick pleasure.
The clock on the observation room wall said 2:47. Any sane person-and even all the other Aperture employees, who’d left for the night hours before-would say it was time for sleep.
Cave Johnson said it was time for science.
“Okay, Caroline, press the button again.”
“Yes sir.” Caroline complied with a sigh, releasing another gush of orange fluid from the vent in the ceiling. They’d been testing the new gel all night, with results ranging from unsuccessful to very unsuccessful, and after the long day she was discouraged and exhausted. At last even her boss was getting tired of fiddling with the formula-if this one didn’t work, they agreed to leave it for the morning and go home. Just one more test.
“This is the one, kid, mark my words,” Cave said determinedly. “Propulsion Gel’s gonna blow Black Mesa away once and for all.”
“I hope so, Mr. Johnson.” She suppressed another sigh-it looked like they were in for another sleepless night, but at least they were doing science. She placed a tentative foot on the slick of orange, half-expecting it to stick to the floor completely after the last dud batch-
And slid.
The woman yelped in alarm as her foot slipped out from under her, fumbling uselessly for balance as momentum shot her across the floor and smacked her into the opposite wall. She caught herself against it and looked over her shoulder at Cave-his astonished face broke into a broad grin. She laughed. “Is that what it’s supposed to do, sir?”
“You’re damn right it is!”
A step in his direction sent her flying across the room-he held his arms out to catch her, but she barreled into him and sent them both sprawling. They collapsed onto each other in an undignified heap. Giggling and slightly smeared with orange, she pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. “I think it worked.”
With a victorious laugh, he caught her in a bear hug and crowed, “Science! Science, Caroline!”
“Yes sir, Mr. Johnson.” She let him hold her for a long moment, but success had evaporated her fatigue and she wanted to test. She rose to her feet and returned to the slick of gel-more prepared this time, she managed to stay upright as she stepped out, keeping her legs under her, turning an indelicate slide into a graceful arc across the floor. It felt something like ice skating. She pirouetted to a stop and saw him staring in openmouthed amazement.
“Caroline, you are incredible.”
She laughed and held her hands out to him. “Come on, sir! It’s fun!”
But his first step on the floor was as ungainly as hers had been-he bowled her over and they crashed together into the back wall. He stayed on his feet, just barely, but he realized his weight was crushing her into the wall. “Jeez, sorry Caroline-” he began sheepishly.
She was overcome by a fit of giggles. Sandwiched between her boss and the wall, she looked up at him and grinned. “We did it. We did it!” She planted an impulsive kiss on his lips. “You’re brilliant!”
“Nah. We’re brilliant.” He pulled her into a longer kiss. The one-word correction flooded her with warmth-she melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed back.
But their feet were still in the Propulsion Gel, and they started to slide. Cave put a hand out to steady them.
His hand found the button instead.
A slimy splash drenched them both in goo. Suddenly much wetter and more orange than before, Caroline blinked orange out of her eyes to see her dumbfounded and very orange boss. Another giggling fit took hold of her-she felt as ridiculous as he looked, and he looked ridiculous, and it was three in the morning, and everything was science. She collapsed against his chest, laughing like a maniac. His confused expression only made it worse. Barely able to catch her breath, she threw herself onto him in a very orange kiss.
It was at that point they discovered that the Propulsion Gel tasted like orange creamsicle.
Caroline broke the kiss as quickly as she’d started it. Her tongue ran thoughtfully across her orange lips in a gesture that went straight to Cave’s groin. Then, slowly and devilishly, she grinned.
Her next kiss gave him barely a taste of her, leaving him hungry for more as she nosed under his jaw and mouthed a trail through the gel down his neck. She nuzzled into his collar, worrying at him with teeth and tongue as her fingers tugged at the knot of his tie. With a laugh at her eagerness he shrugged off his lab coat and pulled hers off her shoulders-the surprisingly un-orange clothing underneath didn’t stay that way for long as gel-covered hands stripped it off, leaving bright streaks of color on fabric and skin. Freed of her dress, she tangled her fingers in his gooey hair as he clutched her tight in a kiss. His slimy hands on the small of her back made her shudder. He fumbled open her bra clasp and tossed the garment to the floor, smearing her chest with orange handprints as he fondled her bare breasts-she whimpered at the touch and pressed her body into him. Her fingers trailed down his shirtless chest until she found his belt buckle-she ripped it open, tore through his fly, and plunged her hand past the waistband of his boxers. He groaned loudly as she grasped his erection, slicking him with orange as she stroked him up and down, slow, firm, mercilessly teasing-
And then she felt a strong grip around her waist, and her feet left the ground.
“Sir-don’t-!” she squeaked in alarm, knowing his attempt to pick her up was bound to end badly-and then his feet slipped, and his hold loosened, and she landed with a squishy thump in the gel.
Looking up at his mortified face, she had to fight not to laugh. He started to apologize, “Sorry, kid-”
But she was unhurt, the gel having cushioned her fall. She smiled and struck a seductive pose. “Maybe you’d better join me down here?”
He was on her in a blink, cradling her in his arms as he kissed her hard. She resettled herself to lie squarely beneath him and caught his waist between her legs-he reached down to grab one thigh, lifting it closer, making her gasp. Shifting his attention downward, he released her from her garter belt and stripped off her nylons, leaving orange streaks on the insides of her thighs as she giggled and squirmed at his touch. She looked expectantly up at him, clothed now only in panties and Propulsion Gel, the smears of orange all over her body reminiscent of tribal paint. With a slow smile, he removed the final scrap of orange-stained fabric, drank in the sight of her waiting body-and paused.
She recognized the glint in his hazel eyes. He had an idea.
“Close your eyes.” She obeyed with a grin, not knowing what to expect but eager to find out. She felt him rise from between her legs, heard him take a few sliding steps away-
And with a sploosh, she was covered head to toe in orange goo.
She wiped the slippery stuff out of her eyes to see her boss grinning like an idiot. “Why-?”
“So I can do this.” Letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor, he sprawled on top of her, his weight slipping across the now very slick surface of her abdomen. He took her breasts in his hands, kissed them, licked them, traced circles around her hardened nipples with his tongue until she was shivering with need. Savoring the sweet orange taste of her, he kissed his way up her chest to her shoulder. His teeth grazed her throat as he purred, “Missy, you are covered in science.”
His hungry voice in her ear sent a shiver of lust into her belly. Digging her fingers into the layer of gel on the floor, she arched into him and murmured, “Mr. Johnson…”
Looking down at her, orange and gooey and gorgeous beneath him, he wondered briefly how this was going to work-then thought, To hell with physics, I’m Cave Johnson, and plunged into her.
A breathy moan escaped her lips and she pushed her hips upward, forcing him deeper. The lack of friction made thrusting wonderfully easy, letting him glide on the soft contours of her body-he felt himself gathering speed as he pounded into her, faster and faster, harder and harder, as deep as he could go-she moaned his name-“Mr. Johnson!”-gasped loudly, and let out a shuddering groan as she climaxed.
Feeling her thighs clench tight around him, he drove himself in a final time and spilled into her. The hot rush of release felt incredible. Utterly drained as the orgasm ebbed, he collapsed on top of her, both of them breathless and panting in post-coital exhaustion. For a long, blissful moment, there was only the afterglow.
She was the first to catch her breath. Or so she thought-until she realized he was falling asleep on top of her. She gave him a little nudge. “Sir?”
“Hmm?” He didn’t open his eyes, and showed no signs of wanting to.
“Sir,” she forced her brain back into thinking, “we are naked and covered in experimental substances on the floor of a test chamber. We can’t sleep here.”
“I’m Cave Johnson, I’ll sleep wherever I want,” he grumbled.
“Let’s at least get cleaned up first, sir.” She wriggled out from under him-the gel made that considerably easier-and, looking about for her clothes, realized everything she’d been wearing was now covered in orange goo. “Are there any spare lab coats anywhere?”
“Why?” He was now semi-conscious, looking languidly up at her from his position sprawled on the floor.
“We can’t walk around naked, sir.”
“Why not? Nobody here but us.”
“The security cameras?”
“You know nobody checks those. Hell, they won’t tonight, anyway. And why should it matter? I own this place, I’ll walk around naked if I damn well please.” He stretched out on his back, utterly carefree.
She couldn’t suppress a smile. There was something so very Cave Johnson about him, and she loved it-but she wasn’t going to sleep on the test chamber floor. “We should at least wash this stuff off, Mr. Johnson.”
“Alright, alright,” he sighed, and rose reluctantly-and ungracefully, between his sex-weakened knees and the Propulsion Gel that by now covered everything. He almost slipped, but she caught him by the arm and let him lean on her as they left the room. There was a water pipe in the next chamber over-the water was bracingly cold, but the gel washed away with surprising ease. They rinsed themselves clean of the orange stuff and headed up to Cave’s office. Strangely, nakedness felt less unusual there-probably because they made love in this room on a semi-regular basis.
“Well,” Caroline said matter-of-factly, looking over their unclothed bodies, “we can’t really go home like this, can we?”
Cave shrugged. “Why bother? We have to be back in a few hours anyway.” He went to the sofa and lay across it, barely able to fit his tall frame. “Let’s just catch some shuteye here.”
It was a silly idea-but she was exhausted, and it did look inviting… Making her decision, she nipped out into the hallway and found the nearest storage closet, where she kept a blanket for Mr. Johnson’s occasional at-work naps. She retrieved it and returned to him, draping the blanket across them both as she cozied in beside him. He spooned around her and smiled. “Caroline, you are a gem.”
She felt a gentle kiss on her shoulder and mirrored his smile. “Goodnight, sir.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what they’d do in the morning, when everyone else arrived and they still had no clothes-but she was tired, and he was warm, and the sofa could comfortably fit two when they snuggled close. And she didn’t mind snuggling one bit.
Pairing: Cave/Caroline
Rating: M
Summary: Cave and Caroline experiment with Propulsion Gel.
Notes: Deliberate overuse of the word orange, and lots of synonyms for slippery. Based on this .gif:
Disclaimer: Portal and all associated characters belong to Valve. I just borrow them for my own sick pleasure.
The clock on the observation room wall said 2:47. Any sane person-and even all the other Aperture employees, who’d left for the night hours before-would say it was time for sleep.
Cave Johnson said it was time for science.
“Okay, Caroline, press the button again.”
“Yes sir.” Caroline complied with a sigh, releasing another gush of orange fluid from the vent in the ceiling. They’d been testing the new gel all night, with results ranging from unsuccessful to very unsuccessful, and after the long day she was discouraged and exhausted. At last even her boss was getting tired of fiddling with the formula-if this one didn’t work, they agreed to leave it for the morning and go home. Just one more test.
“This is the one, kid, mark my words,” Cave said determinedly. “Propulsion Gel’s gonna blow Black Mesa away once and for all.”
“I hope so, Mr. Johnson.” She suppressed another sigh-it looked like they were in for another sleepless night, but at least they were doing science. She placed a tentative foot on the slick of orange, half-expecting it to stick to the floor completely after the last dud batch-
And slid.
The woman yelped in alarm as her foot slipped out from under her, fumbling uselessly for balance as momentum shot her across the floor and smacked her into the opposite wall. She caught herself against it and looked over her shoulder at Cave-his astonished face broke into a broad grin. She laughed. “Is that what it’s supposed to do, sir?”
“You’re damn right it is!”
A step in his direction sent her flying across the room-he held his arms out to catch her, but she barreled into him and sent them both sprawling. They collapsed onto each other in an undignified heap. Giggling and slightly smeared with orange, she pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. “I think it worked.”
With a victorious laugh, he caught her in a bear hug and crowed, “Science! Science, Caroline!”
“Yes sir, Mr. Johnson.” She let him hold her for a long moment, but success had evaporated her fatigue and she wanted to test. She rose to her feet and returned to the slick of gel-more prepared this time, she managed to stay upright as she stepped out, keeping her legs under her, turning an indelicate slide into a graceful arc across the floor. It felt something like ice skating. She pirouetted to a stop and saw him staring in openmouthed amazement.
“Caroline, you are incredible.”
She laughed and held her hands out to him. “Come on, sir! It’s fun!”
But his first step on the floor was as ungainly as hers had been-he bowled her over and they crashed together into the back wall. He stayed on his feet, just barely, but he realized his weight was crushing her into the wall. “Jeez, sorry Caroline-” he began sheepishly.
She was overcome by a fit of giggles. Sandwiched between her boss and the wall, she looked up at him and grinned. “We did it. We did it!” She planted an impulsive kiss on his lips. “You’re brilliant!”
“Nah. We’re brilliant.” He pulled her into a longer kiss. The one-word correction flooded her with warmth-she melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed back.
But their feet were still in the Propulsion Gel, and they started to slide. Cave put a hand out to steady them.
His hand found the button instead.
A slimy splash drenched them both in goo. Suddenly much wetter and more orange than before, Caroline blinked orange out of her eyes to see her dumbfounded and very orange boss. Another giggling fit took hold of her-she felt as ridiculous as he looked, and he looked ridiculous, and it was three in the morning, and everything was science. She collapsed against his chest, laughing like a maniac. His confused expression only made it worse. Barely able to catch her breath, she threw herself onto him in a very orange kiss.
It was at that point they discovered that the Propulsion Gel tasted like orange creamsicle.
Caroline broke the kiss as quickly as she’d started it. Her tongue ran thoughtfully across her orange lips in a gesture that went straight to Cave’s groin. Then, slowly and devilishly, she grinned.
Her next kiss gave him barely a taste of her, leaving him hungry for more as she nosed under his jaw and mouthed a trail through the gel down his neck. She nuzzled into his collar, worrying at him with teeth and tongue as her fingers tugged at the knot of his tie. With a laugh at her eagerness he shrugged off his lab coat and pulled hers off her shoulders-the surprisingly un-orange clothing underneath didn’t stay that way for long as gel-covered hands stripped it off, leaving bright streaks of color on fabric and skin. Freed of her dress, she tangled her fingers in his gooey hair as he clutched her tight in a kiss. His slimy hands on the small of her back made her shudder. He fumbled open her bra clasp and tossed the garment to the floor, smearing her chest with orange handprints as he fondled her bare breasts-she whimpered at the touch and pressed her body into him. Her fingers trailed down his shirtless chest until she found his belt buckle-she ripped it open, tore through his fly, and plunged her hand past the waistband of his boxers. He groaned loudly as she grasped his erection, slicking him with orange as she stroked him up and down, slow, firm, mercilessly teasing-
And then she felt a strong grip around her waist, and her feet left the ground.
“Sir-don’t-!” she squeaked in alarm, knowing his attempt to pick her up was bound to end badly-and then his feet slipped, and his hold loosened, and she landed with a squishy thump in the gel.
Looking up at his mortified face, she had to fight not to laugh. He started to apologize, “Sorry, kid-”
But she was unhurt, the gel having cushioned her fall. She smiled and struck a seductive pose. “Maybe you’d better join me down here?”
He was on her in a blink, cradling her in his arms as he kissed her hard. She resettled herself to lie squarely beneath him and caught his waist between her legs-he reached down to grab one thigh, lifting it closer, making her gasp. Shifting his attention downward, he released her from her garter belt and stripped off her nylons, leaving orange streaks on the insides of her thighs as she giggled and squirmed at his touch. She looked expectantly up at him, clothed now only in panties and Propulsion Gel, the smears of orange all over her body reminiscent of tribal paint. With a slow smile, he removed the final scrap of orange-stained fabric, drank in the sight of her waiting body-and paused.
She recognized the glint in his hazel eyes. He had an idea.
“Close your eyes.” She obeyed with a grin, not knowing what to expect but eager to find out. She felt him rise from between her legs, heard him take a few sliding steps away-
And with a sploosh, she was covered head to toe in orange goo.
She wiped the slippery stuff out of her eyes to see her boss grinning like an idiot. “Why-?”
“So I can do this.” Letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor, he sprawled on top of her, his weight slipping across the now very slick surface of her abdomen. He took her breasts in his hands, kissed them, licked them, traced circles around her hardened nipples with his tongue until she was shivering with need. Savoring the sweet orange taste of her, he kissed his way up her chest to her shoulder. His teeth grazed her throat as he purred, “Missy, you are covered in science.”
His hungry voice in her ear sent a shiver of lust into her belly. Digging her fingers into the layer of gel on the floor, she arched into him and murmured, “Mr. Johnson…”
Looking down at her, orange and gooey and gorgeous beneath him, he wondered briefly how this was going to work-then thought, To hell with physics, I’m Cave Johnson, and plunged into her.
A breathy moan escaped her lips and she pushed her hips upward, forcing him deeper. The lack of friction made thrusting wonderfully easy, letting him glide on the soft contours of her body-he felt himself gathering speed as he pounded into her, faster and faster, harder and harder, as deep as he could go-she moaned his name-“Mr. Johnson!”-gasped loudly, and let out a shuddering groan as she climaxed.
Feeling her thighs clench tight around him, he drove himself in a final time and spilled into her. The hot rush of release felt incredible. Utterly drained as the orgasm ebbed, he collapsed on top of her, both of them breathless and panting in post-coital exhaustion. For a long, blissful moment, there was only the afterglow.
She was the first to catch her breath. Or so she thought-until she realized he was falling asleep on top of her. She gave him a little nudge. “Sir?”
“Hmm?” He didn’t open his eyes, and showed no signs of wanting to.
“Sir,” she forced her brain back into thinking, “we are naked and covered in experimental substances on the floor of a test chamber. We can’t sleep here.”
“I’m Cave Johnson, I’ll sleep wherever I want,” he grumbled.
“Let’s at least get cleaned up first, sir.” She wriggled out from under him-the gel made that considerably easier-and, looking about for her clothes, realized everything she’d been wearing was now covered in orange goo. “Are there any spare lab coats anywhere?”
“Why?” He was now semi-conscious, looking languidly up at her from his position sprawled on the floor.
“We can’t walk around naked, sir.”
“Why not? Nobody here but us.”
“The security cameras?”
“You know nobody checks those. Hell, they won’t tonight, anyway. And why should it matter? I own this place, I’ll walk around naked if I damn well please.” He stretched out on his back, utterly carefree.
She couldn’t suppress a smile. There was something so very Cave Johnson about him, and she loved it-but she wasn’t going to sleep on the test chamber floor. “We should at least wash this stuff off, Mr. Johnson.”
“Alright, alright,” he sighed, and rose reluctantly-and ungracefully, between his sex-weakened knees and the Propulsion Gel that by now covered everything. He almost slipped, but she caught him by the arm and let him lean on her as they left the room. There was a water pipe in the next chamber over-the water was bracingly cold, but the gel washed away with surprising ease. They rinsed themselves clean of the orange stuff and headed up to Cave’s office. Strangely, nakedness felt less unusual there-probably because they made love in this room on a semi-regular basis.
“Well,” Caroline said matter-of-factly, looking over their unclothed bodies, “we can’t really go home like this, can we?”
Cave shrugged. “Why bother? We have to be back in a few hours anyway.” He went to the sofa and lay across it, barely able to fit his tall frame. “Let’s just catch some shuteye here.”
It was a silly idea-but she was exhausted, and it did look inviting… Making her decision, she nipped out into the hallway and found the nearest storage closet, where she kept a blanket for Mr. Johnson’s occasional at-work naps. She retrieved it and returned to him, draping the blanket across them both as she cozied in beside him. He spooned around her and smiled. “Caroline, you are a gem.”
She felt a gentle kiss on her shoulder and mirrored his smile. “Goodnight, sir.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what they’d do in the morning, when everyone else arrived and they still had no clothes-but she was tired, and he was warm, and the sofa could comfortably fit two when they snuggled close. And she didn’t mind snuggling one bit.