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seriousficTitle: Showering Privileges
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Kara/Caprica!Six
Word Count: 737
Summary: Written for porn battle. Prompt: Battlestar Galactica, Caprica!Six/Kara, brig
She’d wanted to talk to Caprica about Earth, what the Cylons knew and why they were after it, when the prisoner had stripped down to the waist. She’d sat on a stool, harmless plastic, and began scrubbing herself with a sponge in a bucket.
“I want to shower,” Caprica said. “I’m tired of scraping my skin raw with this old sponge.” Caprica turned around. Her back had rigidly defined shoulder blades, bony. Maybe she could do with some more rations. “Scrub my back.”
Kara pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, dipped it in the bucket, wrung it out. She moved it over Caprica’s back. Her skin was unexpectedly warm over the spinal column.
“I want shampoo for my shower. I’m tired of my hair feeling greasy and limp.”
Kara rolled her eyes. “Is that all, your highness?”
“No. I want you to kiss me.”
Kara snorted. She grabbed Caprica by her matted hair and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Her washcloth hand was still on the back of Caprica’s spine and she felt a pulse of heat boil the water. “What? Like that’s supposed to intimidate me?” She slid her scouring hand down the slope of Caprica's naked back, gave the damnably smooth globe of Caprica’s buttock a hard grope.
“No. I’m supposed to intimidate you.” Caprica stood, towering over the pilot, and her dress slid to the floor. Her body was blushing with sex. She forced Kara’s hand to stay on her ass. “I want to shave my pubic region as well.”
“You could use it,” Kara observed archly. “You want a quickie too, is that it?”
“No. But you do.”
Kara shoved Caprica against the wall. “Damn right.”
She gave an animal grunt of violation as Kara dug her fingers into the Cylon’s ass, slick from the water running down her back. Their bodies pressed together, locked like warriors, Caprica jammed against the wall, her arms plaintively wrapped around Kara in affected helplessness, submitting to her with a desperate embrace. The washcloth dropped between their feet. Kara brought her other hand up, briefly straddled Caprica’s throat with it as if considering whether to strangle her, then dropping it down to cinch at her breast. Caprica moaned, a strong husky sound that belied her apparent submission. Kara couldn’t care less about mind games, who was the alpha and who was the bottom, she just wanted to get off before someone interrupted them. Frakking Cylons even had to have a Byzantine plot for frakking.
Caprica’s ass didn’t even have the decency to be pale like someone who’d spent what seemed like a lifetime under artificial suns, or be hard like a musclebound soldier or pilot. It was soft and tanned and perfect, like a statue of Aphrodite brought to life. For giddy, oxygen-starved seconds Kara played, feeling into Caprica’s crack, forcing her way in with a wet finger. Caprica’s tight sphincter tried to resist but gave in like a baseship’s defense grid after some hard flying. Kara grinned ferally, not caring if the sudden worry in Caprica’s eyes was real or more make-believe. Yeah, bitch. You’ve taken everything else, now let’s see how you take Starbuck.
Kara knew Caprica felt pain. She just didn’t care. The Cylon jerked helplessly, protesting with faint whimpers as Kara pushed another finger in. She was impaled, probed, pistoning fingers approaching her living organs. Kara watched Caprica’s eyes, watched the steely appreciation in them as she realized she wasn’t dealing with a Baltar or a Cain, she was dealing with an equal. Caprica began to work her hips back and forth to draw out the pleasure of Kara’s penetration. Later her ass would ache from its brutal usage, but in the heat of the moment she shared Kara’s wild ecstasy.
Kara pulled away as soon as Caprica came, letting the Cylon slide down the wall onto her haunches. There were vivid red marks where Kara’s fingers had bitten into her breast. Caprica splayed on the side of her hip, not yet ready to sit down. Kara laughed and washed her hand off in the bucket.
“Now,” Kara said, undoing her belt. “Tell me about Earth.”
Caprica smiled lovingly and wrapped her hands around Kara’s waist, watching the moist spot between the pilot’s legs as first pants, then panties were shucked off. “The oceans are blue and cool and I think they’d feel like this,” she said as she extended her tongue.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Kara/Caprica!Six
Word Count: 737
Summary: Written for porn battle. Prompt: Battlestar Galactica, Caprica!Six/Kara, brig
She’d wanted to talk to Caprica about Earth, what the Cylons knew and why they were after it, when the prisoner had stripped down to the waist. She’d sat on a stool, harmless plastic, and began scrubbing herself with a sponge in a bucket.
“I want to shower,” Caprica said. “I’m tired of scraping my skin raw with this old sponge.” Caprica turned around. Her back had rigidly defined shoulder blades, bony. Maybe she could do with some more rations. “Scrub my back.”
Kara pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, dipped it in the bucket, wrung it out. She moved it over Caprica’s back. Her skin was unexpectedly warm over the spinal column.
“I want shampoo for my shower. I’m tired of my hair feeling greasy and limp.”
Kara rolled her eyes. “Is that all, your highness?”
“No. I want you to kiss me.”
Kara snorted. She grabbed Caprica by her matted hair and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Her washcloth hand was still on the back of Caprica’s spine and she felt a pulse of heat boil the water. “What? Like that’s supposed to intimidate me?” She slid her scouring hand down the slope of Caprica's naked back, gave the damnably smooth globe of Caprica’s buttock a hard grope.
“No. I’m supposed to intimidate you.” Caprica stood, towering over the pilot, and her dress slid to the floor. Her body was blushing with sex. She forced Kara’s hand to stay on her ass. “I want to shave my pubic region as well.”
“You could use it,” Kara observed archly. “You want a quickie too, is that it?”
“No. But you do.”
Kara shoved Caprica against the wall. “Damn right.”
She gave an animal grunt of violation as Kara dug her fingers into the Cylon’s ass, slick from the water running down her back. Their bodies pressed together, locked like warriors, Caprica jammed against the wall, her arms plaintively wrapped around Kara in affected helplessness, submitting to her with a desperate embrace. The washcloth dropped between their feet. Kara brought her other hand up, briefly straddled Caprica’s throat with it as if considering whether to strangle her, then dropping it down to cinch at her breast. Caprica moaned, a strong husky sound that belied her apparent submission. Kara couldn’t care less about mind games, who was the alpha and who was the bottom, she just wanted to get off before someone interrupted them. Frakking Cylons even had to have a Byzantine plot for frakking.
Caprica’s ass didn’t even have the decency to be pale like someone who’d spent what seemed like a lifetime under artificial suns, or be hard like a musclebound soldier or pilot. It was soft and tanned and perfect, like a statue of Aphrodite brought to life. For giddy, oxygen-starved seconds Kara played, feeling into Caprica’s crack, forcing her way in with a wet finger. Caprica’s tight sphincter tried to resist but gave in like a baseship’s defense grid after some hard flying. Kara grinned ferally, not caring if the sudden worry in Caprica’s eyes was real or more make-believe. Yeah, bitch. You’ve taken everything else, now let’s see how you take Starbuck.
Kara knew Caprica felt pain. She just didn’t care. The Cylon jerked helplessly, protesting with faint whimpers as Kara pushed another finger in. She was impaled, probed, pistoning fingers approaching her living organs. Kara watched Caprica’s eyes, watched the steely appreciation in them as she realized she wasn’t dealing with a Baltar or a Cain, she was dealing with an equal. Caprica began to work her hips back and forth to draw out the pleasure of Kara’s penetration. Later her ass would ache from its brutal usage, but in the heat of the moment she shared Kara’s wild ecstasy.
Kara pulled away as soon as Caprica came, letting the Cylon slide down the wall onto her haunches. There were vivid red marks where Kara’s fingers had bitten into her breast. Caprica splayed on the side of her hip, not yet ready to sit down. Kara laughed and washed her hand off in the bucket.
“Now,” Kara said, undoing her belt. “Tell me about Earth.”
Caprica smiled lovingly and wrapped her hands around Kara’s waist, watching the moist spot between the pilot’s legs as first pants, then panties were shucked off. “The oceans are blue and cool and I think they’d feel like this,” she said as she extended her tongue.
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Date: 2009-06-12 08:23 pm (UTC)"You’ve taken everything else, now let’s see how you take Starbuck." <-- So hot. Woof.