Despite the suddenness of the situation, it didn't take long for Kate and Jane to be settled somewhere fairly decent, especially compared to a cell. One of the bedrooms usually kept in tip-top shape for visitors or any brass staying overnight at the base; it was a comfortable room, stocked with some drinks, and most importantly, it was designed to be secure. A perfect place for the resident plane-person and her apparent friend to be squirelled away until morning, away from the prying eyes of curious airmen who didn't quite understand the concept of not recording sensitive information and posting it on social media.
In any case, it was one hell of a step above her normal accomodations. Once they had been locked up and the blinds drawn, Jane found herself sprawling out onto the bed, eyes shut as she took in the feeling of those nice, silky sheets against her metal skin. "This has gotta be the best imprisonment I've ever had," she muttered, rolling off to one side and sighing quietly.
"Top five at least," Kate joked back, her own attention having been drawn to a small fridge off in the corner. With little difficult she was able to locate a bottle of something that looked fancy and expensive, along with a couple of wine glasses, all of which was in her hands as she sat down on the bed next to Jane. "Here, jet girl," she spoke up while pouring some of the liquor into each glass, "A drink from Uncle Sam, to thank you for saving my ass."
Smiling, she worked her way back up, taking the glass and throwing back the drink like it was a shot and she was back in college. Pretty lightweight stuff, if she was going to be honest, even more so with a mechanical body at work - but she was pretty sure her freaky new form could process it into fuel all the same. "It's crap. Pour me some more."
Kate responded by tossing her the whole bottle, grinning as her savior took a mighty swig of the stuff. Once she stopped to let out a small burp, one which seemed to smell of jet fuel, she launched right into a question. "I gotta ask, Evans - why the hell were you in logistics, instead of up there kicking ass?"
Jane shrugged. "To be honest... it's kind of stupid. Like... really really stupid."
"Try me."
The mechanical woman bit her lip, a futile effort considering it was hardened American steel like the rest of her. "I... was... scared of heights."
"Huh." She shrugged a little bit. "Doesn't sound so stupid to me. And you sure as shit got over it fast, huh?"
Jane couldn't help but giggle. "I guess it was always just more... fear of falling, more than the heights. First time I actually got in a plane, I was terrified of falling out of it, and just... having all this time, careening to my doom, before I just splattered all over the ground." She paused. "Guess uh... guess you've got a better reason than me to be scared of that that, though."
The pilot took back the bottle briefly to refill her glass, before handing it back to Jane. "Guess I do, but I'm not scared of that. Not one fucking bit - not when I've got a badass like you to watch out for me." She smirked. "Seriously, Evans... that rescue was the coolest goddamn thing ever."
"Yeah, I kinda gathered that from how you had to fight yourself to not lick my pussy out there."
Kate grinned. "Is that a request, jet girl?" She set the glass down on the bed stand before crawling over, very easily coming to straddle the blushing mechanical woman as she set the bottle off to the side. "I mean, we are all alone now..."
Not once in her life had Jane every really considered herself to be attracted to women. This self-assessment was changing rapidly with every moment that she spent lying under Kate, remembering how wonderful her lips had tasted out on the runway. Still... it may not have been all that strange to have feelings towards another woman, but there was a different sort of oddity here that she just had to point out. "I've gotta know... what's got you so eager to bang an airplane?"
Kate's head leaned off to one side, as she looked up, taking a moment to contemplate the words. "I mean... I always thought you were pretty, Evans." Jane blushed a bit brighter. "Just... you weren't confident at all. At least, I didn't think so - not until you ripped me out of a crashing plane. Pretty goddamn confident thing to do, y'know."
"Still though - I'm not complaining, but I am sort of made of metal and jet engines here."
A small sigh passed the pilot's lips. "Well... I like confident women... and the other thing I like..." She shrugged. "First time I got in a fighter, and felt all that raw power under me, all this death and destruction, this obscenely expensive collection of minerals and liquids into a stable platform for annihilation..." She didn't have to finish that thought verbally. Already, Jane could feel the moisture seeping through Kate's pants and pressing against her metal skin. "You've got all that... and that ass, and that rack... and that pretty face... and..."
It was, thankfully, a good enough answer already for Jane. Without another word between them, she leaned up, pressing her metallic mouth hard against Kate's soft, full lips, hydraulics going to work on ripping away the pilot's clothing. Kate offered zero complaints, moaning in excitement as she was rendered nude underneath Jane's half-vehicular form. The kiss only broke so that she could pull back and ponder what exactly she was going to do to the incredibly eager woman writhing around beneath her. There was a chance that she might get sent off somewhere else entirely tomorrow - if this was her only shot at making love with Kate, then she needed to do something to make it special.