SSSD - Find Golda

Alison isn’t going to pretend that the last hour or so with Julie hasn’t been a turn-on.

She stands indecisively in her room with her hands on her hips, biting her lip. She is not Meredith Powers. She doesn’t hunt her prey, and her goal in life is not to sleep with as many women as possible. Her goals are a little more modest, yet still probably unrealistic. Alison recognizes that. She takes a deep breath.

She is not Meri, but right now she and her President who is many thousands of miles away, have something in common. Alison is horny. She has to admit it to herself before she can admit it to anyone else. She smiles ironically. What would Meri do? The answer to that is obvious.

SSSD

Golda is in the radio room with Niv. It’s the first time that Alison has seen Niv out of her uniform: she wears thermal pajamas and her hair is down. She’s not a cutie like Julie or a beauty like Golda, but her relaxed air of friendliness is just as attractive. Golda is wrapped in a thick, fluffy robe.

She bent over a console with Golda beside her. They’re speaking quietly in Norwegian. Alison can’t understand any of it, but they’re worried about something. She’s not about to interrupt, so she waits in the doorway for several minutes until they finish.

Niv finally notices her and jumps in surprise.

“Oh,” she says, blushing.

Golda also turns to find Alison watching.

“Alison.” She also looks taken aback.

Alison smiles a little shyly and waves. “Hi,” she says.

“Is there a problem?” Niv asks, concerned.

“No,” Alison replies with a shrug. “I was just going to talk to Golda.”

The two Norwegians look relieved. Everyone’s been a little on edge since the generator thing. They don’t need good news; they’re just happy to not get bad news. Alison can respect that.

Niv and Golda exchange a look, then Niv leans over and switches off the old-fashioned radio array. She says something to Golda in Norwegian.

“Goodnight,” she adds to Alison in English, then leaves the room.

Straightening her robe, Golda approaches looking curious.

“What is it?” she asks.

“I’m just following up,” Alison replies. “Do you still need help? I just would’ve felt bad leaving Julie by herself. Going through a million of those little vials. Very tedious.”

Golda probably understands most of that, but she’ll never admit to not picking up on something. She’s got to pretend that her English is perfect.

She nods with an understanding expression.

“Do you still need help?” Alison prompts.

Golda hesitates, then shakes her head. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, perhaps.”

“OK. Maybe you can help me. Are you busy tonight?” Alison doesn’t have to be Meri to channel her. And Golda looks pretty cute in her fluffy robe. Her comfy at-home, not caring about her appearance so much mode is much more attractive than her put-together girl boss style.

Golda looks truly puzzled by the question. “What do you want to do?” she asks.

She’s not putting it together. So she wasn’t trying anything too spicy this afternoon when she tried to poach Alison. She’d been looking to test the waters. Inner Alison is picturing a little demon on her shoulder that looks like Meri and giggling. Alison has some waters for Golda to test.

“It’s just, um,” Alison says, moving a little closer. They’re face to face, almost touching. “It’s my second day here. I was just noticing how much I don’t understand. About Norwegian culture and customs.” She holds eye contact aggressively. The language and cultural barrier is such that subtlety just isn’t going to work. Complete waste of time. She has to go beyond Meri’s style and into something more cartoonish. Absolutely shameless. It’s not very her, and it’s difficult. It’s making Alison blush, but she can’t back out now. “Would you, uh, want to maybe teach me something?”

Seconds pass as a slightly confused, slightly embarrassed Golda looks into her eyes, trying to parse what’s being said.

Golda is not stupid, but real life has happened since yesterday’s moment of sexual tension. She’s have to shift gears here. The language barrier is not helping. Why is she struggling to pick up on flirting? It’s because she’s not confident. She’s very confident in her girl boss stuff, but flirting with a young, hot, foreign intern? Alison already knew that Golda’s presentation was at least partly an act.

She needs a push.

“Or,” Alison says, still gazing at her with the most blatant sex-kitten eyes that she can muster, “…maybe I can teach you about America.” With that, she lays one hand on her ample bosom to indicate herself.

Golda swallows. The message has been received. Alison wants to laugh; her idea of flirting is something a little more elegant, like fencing or tickling. This just now? Sledgehammers.

Golda must be wrestling internally, but months cooped up in Antarctica gives her horniness an advantage in the fight. Alison can almost hear the older woman’s heart racing, not that hers isn’t doing the same. The red on Golda’s face has nothing to do with her being a rosy-cheeked Nordic beauty.

She swallows.

“Maybe we can teach each other,” she suggests hesitantly.

“I’d like that,” Alison says eagerly, taking her hand. The little Meri devil in her mind throws up a fist in triumph. She can hardly believe it. Alison has never made a move like this before. She didn’t think it would be this easy. It makes her lightheaded.

She takes Golda’s hand. It’s warm.

But how to proceed?

She can considerately, discreetly, delicately, and above all, quietly do some ‘mutual cultural exploration’ with Golda like something out of the flower petal-filled panels of yuri manga.

Or she can go full Meri and show Golda the night of her life, making no secret of her conquest and sharing with everyone in the Outpost the authentic CCL experience. After all, a little distraction from the stresses of the day in the form of a little exciting audio through the walls might be what these half-frozen Norwegian ladies need to break the ice a little. There’s no CCL girl who hasn’t brought herself off to sounds from the next room a time or two.

It's basically a public service.

Should Alison spend the night with Golda discreetly or passionately?