Title: Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad Author: Joanne Collins Email: ladyjoanne@hwy.com.au Fandom: Sky Captain And The World Of Tomorrow Pairing: Polly Perkins/Franky Cook Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they are the property of the people behind the movie Sky Captain And The World Of Tomorrow. I'm not making any money off their use in this story. Summary: Polly always thought the person she would spend the rest of her life with would have three things. But maybe two will be enough for her. Author's Notes: Written for slodwick 's Worst Case Scenario Challenge. My challenge prompt was "How to treat a sprained ankle." Title happily stolen from Meatloaf. This story is set a year after the events of the movie. ************************************* It should have been Polly. Franky gritted her teeth and looked up at the reporter. Even here, in the middle of the desert, Polly looked cool and fresh and as if she'd just stepped off a movie screen with her perfectly styled blonde hair and red lipstick. Oh, she was wearing trousers and what passed for sensible shoes with her - Franky thought the heels were still twice as high as they needed to be. It seemed massively unfair of the universe to decree that Franky - sensibly dressed in flat shoes, jeans and a man's shirt - would be the one to get her foot caught by a sliding rock and twist it under her until she almost hoped it was broken because if the pain was this bad, it should have a damned good reason for being. "Let me take a look at it," Polly said, gently moving Franky's leg out from under her. "If it was broken, I wouldn't be able to move it without you hitting me," she said to Franky's muttered swearing. "So that's got to be good news, right?" Franky just glared at her, unable to put her frustrations into words. Sure Polly and Joe had saved the world, but of course they'd ended up arguing three weeks later and Polly had walked out on Joe. Again. Only this time, she hadn't walked back soon enough, and had found Joe in bed with someone she said she couldn't compete with - and that was why Franky had always thought it was Dex, because what woman *couldn't* Polly compete with and win over? Polly and Joe had managed to patch up the friendship a few months later, and Joe even gave Polly exclusives now. The most surprising thing had been that Polly and Franky had started spending time together when Franky was on shore leave and Joe was off flying somewhere. Over the last few months, Franky had realised that she looked forward to spending her time with Polly more than she ever had with Joe, even when she and Joe had been sleeping together. And then that she seemed to be spending more time with Polly even when Joe wasn't off flying. There always seemed to be things she and Polly had planned to do, and Joe was never too concerned when she would say that she and Polly had plans, could they do the drinks thing another night. The other night usually turned out to be her last night ashore, because she spent the rest of her leaves with Polly. Franky was surprised it had taken Joe to point that out. She hadn't needed Joe to ask why - she knew. And she knew that it was hopeless. Polly was as unattainable to Franky as any of the women she saw on the movie screen. Because Polly liked men. Her relationship with Joe, tangled as it had been, was legendary, at least among their circle of friends. Her brief encounters with other people were almost as talked about - there were rumours a prince had proposed to her once. And she had a habit of confiding in Franky that would have been irritating in anyone else. "The man I spend my life with will need to have three things," she'd confided once over a bottle of Cabernet. "Great hands, a tongue that's inexhaustible and a nice thick cock." Franky, half-drunk and not prepared yet to admit defeat had asked if there were other qualities. Polly had shaken her head. "They're the deal-breakers, Franky. The rest can be worked on. But those? Must haves." And Franky had downed another drink, realising that she could only ever give two of those things. No matter how good her hands and tongue were - and none of her previous female lovers had ever complained - Franky did not possess Polly's third requirement of the person she would spend her life with. So Franky had damped down her feelings for Polly. The distances seemed to work, if Franky wasn't off fighting Totenkopf's forces and Polly wasn't on a story, they seemed able to spend time together without Franky feeling like she had to hold herself back from launching herself at Polly. Until Polly had arranged to spend a few days with her at Editor Paley's home in the desert, several miles from Gotham. She'd presented the invitation to Franky with a soft smile and a "wouldn't it be nice to get out of the city?" and Franky had been helpless, even though she was sure a few days alone with Polly would test every bit of resolve she possessed. She hadn't been wrong, either. This was the second day and Franky had finally suggested a walk outside, figuring exertion would make her less likely to leap on Polly when they took a swim afterwards. They had taken the swim without the walk the day before. Unfortunately she'd forgotten to compensate for her lack of depth perception and she had sprained her ankle. It didn't help much that they'd only got a few yards from the house. "I have a scarf," Polly said, untying it from around her neck and starting to bind Franky's ankle. "It should hold until I can get you back to the house and put a firmer bandage on it." Franky shivered a little as Polly's fingers touched her as her fingers tucked the fabric of her scarf. "I'll be gentle," Polly said, soothingly, as she helped Franky walk slowly and painfully back to the house. Franky sighed as she collapsed onto the couch. She couldn't move another inch for at least the amount of time it would take for her to recover. Being pressed against Polly, holding on to her, even through all the pain had had an effect on her. One she didn't mind, but she was surprised to realise that she was so wet she'd soaked through her jeans and it wasn't perspiration. She lay her head on the back of the couch and sighed. She knew she'd never stop wanting Polly. She'd probably become the eccentric maiden aunt to Polly's children - if they kept in touch after she found the man with the hands, tongue and cock she wanted so badly. "Ice," Polly says, coming back into the room. "And a proper bandage, that's what you need. You should really change into something less restrictive on your leg, too," she adds, looking at Franky's jeans. The looking Franky could handle. It was when Polly started to try to take them off that Franky got nervous. "Uh...Polly..." she tried to say she could do it herself, but when she gasped in pain, that put the lie to those words. It seemed unfair that Polly didn't seem to notice. After all Franky's worry about being aroused, the least Polly could do was wonder how Franky's jeans were so wet, but she just tossed them aside and bound up Franky's swollen ankle. Of course, Franky didn't really expect her to say anything even if she'd noticed, but it would have been nice... "Time to get you into bed," Polly said. Oh, Franky wished it meant something other than rest. It was even worse now Franky was only partly dressed, too. Polly was entirely too close for it to be comfortable for Franky. Still, it was nice to have Polly fussing over her and helping her get into bed. So nice that Franky didn't even notice when Polly started to take her shirt off. "Polly!" Franky said. "What are you doing?" She held the shirt close to her. "Making you comfortable," Polly said. "You can't be comfortable with your bra on and you'll sure as hell never rest if it's on," and she moved Franky's hands aside. "Come on, Captain Cook, leave the caretaking to me. I'm not the best at it, but you'll have to put up with me until we can get back to civilisation." Franky would have protested, especially when Polly got her shirt off and started on her bra, but she was too tired, and the painkillers Polly had given her were making it seem like too much effort to protest. She would just have to keep a rein on her emotions. That would be easier than protesting against a determined Polly. She could feel soft, light touches as her bra was removed and Polly helped her put on her nightgown. Franky thought that was all and prepared to settle down to rest - and dream of Polly. "Just move your hips a little," Polly said, her hand on Franky's waist. "Your girdle is as bad as your bra...oh." Franky knew - Polly's hand had passed over the very wet front of her girdle. And...was pressing in? Franky opened her eyes as Polly started to take it off. "Polly?" "Yes?" Polly asked, moving up to look into Franky's eye. "So I didn't misread...I was starting to wonder..." "About what?" Franky asked, completely confused. "Joe said you had feelings for me, that you wanted me. I told Joe he should stop reading those adult magazines of his, but he wasn't wrong, was he?" "Would it matter if he was?" Franky asked, a little sadly. "It's not like you want me." "Since when did I say that?" Polly asked, puzzled. "Well, you might want me out of curiosity, or to see what it's like, or because I love you, but you don't want me forever. Remember what you said?" "You love me?" Polly asked, unable to listen to the rest. "Not that it matters, but yes, I do," Franky said. "It matters very much if I love you too, which I do," Polly replied. "But what you said?" Franky was very puzzled. "When?" Polly asked, trying to remember. "Two leaves ago - we had a bottle of Cabernet and you said what the man who you would spend your life with would have to have. And one of them? I don't have," Franky replied. "Though I do have good hands and my tongue is very flexible." "That sounds enough for me," Polly said, leaning in for a kiss. "I said that of men," she said to Franky. "For a woman? You? The first two would be the essentials." Franky laughed, softly, leaning up to kiss Polly. "To think we wasted all this time." "Not wasted, we got to know each other out of bed. And now," Polly stood and started to undress. "We can get to know each other the one way we haven't. If you're up to it?" She hesitated in her unbuttoning. "I may not be capable of pushing you to the mattress and screwing your brains out the way I'd planned to if this ever happens, but Polly, I want you so much right now," Franky murmured, reaching to help Polly undress. Polly climbed onto the bed after Franky threw off her nightgown and the women embraced, Polly moving to lie half on top of Franky, their breasts moving over each other. "Oh..." Franky sighed as Polly's fingers caressed her, their tongues moving together. Franky's legs twined around Polly and she gasped as one of Polly's legs pressed against her, rubbing her wetness. When Polly's tongue started licking her nipples roughly, Franky cried out. "Never knew you had so many hidden talents, Miss Perkins," she grinned down at Polly. "Captain Cook, you ain't seen nothing yet," Polly said, her fingers dancing down Franky's body, past the dark curls at the juncture of her thighs and unerringly finding Franky's clit. Franky was lost then, lost to pleasure and the feel of Polly's fingers on and in her, moving, thrusting, fucking her, gentle and yet insistent. Giving herself up to the pleasure, Franky cried out as she came when Polly's fingers pressed up and into her more deeply. "You're beautiful when you come, my Franky," Polly said, kissing her. "Do I get to make you look beautiful?" Franky asked, her hand already moving over Polly's thigh. "Please," Polly said, sighing as Franky's fingers caressed her folds, the slick wetness allowing Franky's fingers easy entrance into Polly. She thrust, and twisted, her thumb landing on Polly's clit and pressing, until Polly shook above her, coming all over Franky's hand. "God," Franky said, smiling at Polly when she stopped shivering and was kissing Franky again. "I love you," she whispered, her lips at Polly's ear. "I love you," Polly replied, kissing Franky's neck gently. "And you should rest. I'll make us something to eat in a couple of hours. I'll leave you to sleep." "I still think," Franky said, "that you might want the third thing." "Even after that?" Polly asked. "Have you ever heard the saying two out of three ain't bad?" she asked. "That's the case here. Only two out of three is more than I ever expected." "Insecurity is a little silly," Franky said. "But it's there. Or was." "Besides," Polly said, her smile very wicked. "I have something back in Gotham that I will show you when we get back there. There is a...way for us to have the three things..." Franky knew what she meant and her smile was as wicked as Polly's. "Oh, I have a few things to show you. It's one of the ways we occupy our free time during all that time away at sea..." she closed her eyes. "I look forward to hearing about it," she heard Polly say as she moved out, and then sleep claimed Franky. Finis *************************************