BSG fic: One Moment; Sharon/Helo 'R'
Title: One Moment
Author: ahliadra
Rating: 'R' or Mature for sexual situations and maybe language
Word Count: 1235
Characters/Pairings: Sharon/Helo
Setting: Six Degrees of Separation--missing scene/extended scene
Author’s Note: One of my favourite scenes from S1. I had to write more to it because I just think Sharon/Helo wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off each other. And this was my first attempt to write some sort of love-scene type thing for BSG. Hope it went well. Feedback most appreciated, thanks!
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowing, please don’t sue, mean no disrespect. Honest.
Summary: This was his dream, this was his fantasy come to life. Sharon Valerii was really with him. This wasn’t a figment of his vast imagination, or the wet dream Kara teased him of having.
One Moment
The ground was rough, the small, scattered patches of grass offering more scratches than comfort, but Helo didn’t care. Wouldn’t care. Not now.
She moaned softly, the sound intensifying with each thrust. It was maddening, but exhilarating, as he urged his body on beyond the grasp of reality, pushed his mind past dream and fantasy. He felt more than heard her final cry, her last gasp of breath before collapsing on his chest.
He sucked as much air as he could into his lungs and tried to calm his racing heart, tried to redirect the flow of blood. That task proved to be difficult, yet he couldn’t help it. Or rather he couldn’t help himself.
This was his dream, this was his fantasy come to life. Sharon Valerii was really with him. This wasn’t a figment of his vast imagination, or the wet dream Kara teased him of having. This was completely real. Of course, he would have preferred the location as well as the circumstances to be different, but he didn’t want to dwell on that.
His hands still firmly gripping her hips, frozen there from the point of climax, Helo relaxed, letting out a slow breath. Removing one hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close, while the other he moved to softly skim along her spine, caressing her skin, damp from droplets of rain and beads of sweat.
Helo was so wrapped up in amazement, so completely overwhelmed at having Sharon with him that the jolt he felt run through him and the small whimper that purred from her lips was almost his undoing. He hadn’t realized it, but his delicate caress reignited Sharon’s senses, bringing her already sensitive nerve endings to life once more. Through that simple touch, her body was once more responding to his, locking around him, tightening and relaxing. all the while begging for more. It made Helo gasp.
Sharon was still sprawled out atop him, her legs still straddling his hips, her warmth still a comfortable sheath he hated to ever have to leave. And because of that closeness, he felt fire run through his veins as every tremble that rocked through her body from his tender ministrations cascaded into his body, feeding the tremors circulating through his loins.
“Sharon.” His voice was choked, her name barely audible against the resurgence of blood flowing south. He’d meant to say something to her, to tell her something important about… something he couldn’t remember. All he knew was the feel of her skin, the caress of her hair sliding from his shoulder, and the way her dark eyes smiled at him, almost teasingly. “Sharon,” he tried again, his voice more firm but she stopped him.
“Shh.” She slid up his body, letting her face rest just above his. “No words. Not right now.”
Before he had the chance to blink, her lips were on his, stealing thought and reason. His arms wrapped around her waist holding her tightly as he deftly moved to roll her onto her back. What he had to say, it could wait for a little while.
***
He was again resting on his back, peering up through the gaps in the trees, staring up at the starless sky. The location wasn’t all that bad, nor was the company, but Helo knew he couldn’t ignore their situation. He couldn’t ignore the last few days, the fear and worry, no matter how much he wished he could.
Pulling Sharon closer, her head resting again on his chest though her body was now snuggled in close beside him, Helo cleared his throat. There were so many things he wanted to say. There were so many things his heart told him he needed to say. I meant what I said about wishing I were him. I don’t regret this. I love you. I’d stay here with you forever if given the chance. But he couldn’t say any of that. He wasn’t allowed to. Not right now.
Bringing his free hand up to her body, he stroked along her arm, moving up to where her hand lay curled under her chin. Gently he took it, threading their fingers together, just like he’d always imagined being able to do. “Sharon?”
She pulled away from his hand and rose, peering down at him through shadowy lashes and veiled eyes. “We should probably get dressed. Just in case we need to make a run for it.”
A smile stole to his mouth, her practicality and timing remarkable. “That was what I had intended to say. Several times.” She returned his smile and moved to kiss along his mouth before finally capturing it fully. At the break of their kiss, his breath shortened. Helo licked at where her mouth had tasted his and tried to regain his thoughts. “But you beat me to it, I guess.”
“I always did say to follow your pilot. When will you learn?”
“Maybe one day. But I still believe you’d be flying in circles without your ECO.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the soft punch she gave his left arm as she moved away from him. But his laugh quickly faded as his eyes drank in her nude form, reaching for her own flight suit while handing over his. He wanted to think that the sooner she dressed the easier it would be, but it had never been easy.
***
He’d laid awake for what seemed like forever, feeling Sharon once again curled up against him, her head once more resting on his chest. She held tighter to him, gripping his jacket with one hand, while clinging to his hand with the other. It was another dream. It wasn’t out of fear that she held so strongly to him, he told himself, even though he’d just helped her out of captivity so recently, it was out of care. It was out of want and need.
When he’d finally fallen asleep, Helo had once again threaded his and Sharon’s fingers together; a smile appearing on her face at the moment his hand came to rest. It was that smile that allowed him sleep.
When he woke, he had expected to find Sharon lying beside him, still curled up close to him, but he had been wrong. Instead his side had been cold from her absence and there hadn’t been a trace of her. He’d called for her, but there had been no answer. His mind had wanted to run straight to panic, the recent memory of losing her to the Toasters strong. He hadn’t wanted to go through that again. Hadn’t wanted to have to think about what would happen if they realised Sharon had escaped once before.
But before panic could overwhelm him, she had emerged from the trees, her breath ragged and her face full of worry. She said she’d seen Cylons, seen them and said they were going to figure out sooner or later that they were here. So they ran. And were still running.
His one moment of bliss, a night in which he’d held the woman he couldn’t get out of his head no matter how hard he’d tried-he was going to hold onto that for as long as he could. He just hoped the Cylons wouldn’t catch up with them before he was able to figure out where this thing that had happened between him and Sharon was going.
Thanks for reading!!!
Author: ahliadra
Rating: 'R' or Mature for sexual situations and maybe language
Word Count: 1235
Characters/Pairings: Sharon/Helo
Setting: Six Degrees of Separation--missing scene/extended scene
Author’s Note: One of my favourite scenes from S1. I had to write more to it because I just think Sharon/Helo wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off each other. And this was my first attempt to write some sort of love-scene type thing for BSG. Hope it went well. Feedback most appreciated, thanks!
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowing, please don’t sue, mean no disrespect. Honest.
Summary: This was his dream, this was his fantasy come to life. Sharon Valerii was really with him. This wasn’t a figment of his vast imagination, or the wet dream Kara teased him of having.
One Moment
The ground was rough, the small, scattered patches of grass offering more scratches than comfort, but Helo didn’t care. Wouldn’t care. Not now.
She moaned softly, the sound intensifying with each thrust. It was maddening, but exhilarating, as he urged his body on beyond the grasp of reality, pushed his mind past dream and fantasy. He felt more than heard her final cry, her last gasp of breath before collapsing on his chest.
He sucked as much air as he could into his lungs and tried to calm his racing heart, tried to redirect the flow of blood. That task proved to be difficult, yet he couldn’t help it. Or rather he couldn’t help himself.
This was his dream, this was his fantasy come to life. Sharon Valerii was really with him. This wasn’t a figment of his vast imagination, or the wet dream Kara teased him of having. This was completely real. Of course, he would have preferred the location as well as the circumstances to be different, but he didn’t want to dwell on that.
His hands still firmly gripping her hips, frozen there from the point of climax, Helo relaxed, letting out a slow breath. Removing one hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close, while the other he moved to softly skim along her spine, caressing her skin, damp from droplets of rain and beads of sweat.
Helo was so wrapped up in amazement, so completely overwhelmed at having Sharon with him that the jolt he felt run through him and the small whimper that purred from her lips was almost his undoing. He hadn’t realized it, but his delicate caress reignited Sharon’s senses, bringing her already sensitive nerve endings to life once more. Through that simple touch, her body was once more responding to his, locking around him, tightening and relaxing. all the while begging for more. It made Helo gasp.
Sharon was still sprawled out atop him, her legs still straddling his hips, her warmth still a comfortable sheath he hated to ever have to leave. And because of that closeness, he felt fire run through his veins as every tremble that rocked through her body from his tender ministrations cascaded into his body, feeding the tremors circulating through his loins.
“Sharon.” His voice was choked, her name barely audible against the resurgence of blood flowing south. He’d meant to say something to her, to tell her something important about… something he couldn’t remember. All he knew was the feel of her skin, the caress of her hair sliding from his shoulder, and the way her dark eyes smiled at him, almost teasingly. “Sharon,” he tried again, his voice more firm but she stopped him.
“Shh.” She slid up his body, letting her face rest just above his. “No words. Not right now.”
Before he had the chance to blink, her lips were on his, stealing thought and reason. His arms wrapped around her waist holding her tightly as he deftly moved to roll her onto her back. What he had to say, it could wait for a little while.
***
He was again resting on his back, peering up through the gaps in the trees, staring up at the starless sky. The location wasn’t all that bad, nor was the company, but Helo knew he couldn’t ignore their situation. He couldn’t ignore the last few days, the fear and worry, no matter how much he wished he could.
Pulling Sharon closer, her head resting again on his chest though her body was now snuggled in close beside him, Helo cleared his throat. There were so many things he wanted to say. There were so many things his heart told him he needed to say. I meant what I said about wishing I were him. I don’t regret this. I love you. I’d stay here with you forever if given the chance. But he couldn’t say any of that. He wasn’t allowed to. Not right now.
Bringing his free hand up to her body, he stroked along her arm, moving up to where her hand lay curled under her chin. Gently he took it, threading their fingers together, just like he’d always imagined being able to do. “Sharon?”
She pulled away from his hand and rose, peering down at him through shadowy lashes and veiled eyes. “We should probably get dressed. Just in case we need to make a run for it.”
A smile stole to his mouth, her practicality and timing remarkable. “That was what I had intended to say. Several times.” She returned his smile and moved to kiss along his mouth before finally capturing it fully. At the break of their kiss, his breath shortened. Helo licked at where her mouth had tasted his and tried to regain his thoughts. “But you beat me to it, I guess.”
“I always did say to follow your pilot. When will you learn?”
“Maybe one day. But I still believe you’d be flying in circles without your ECO.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the soft punch she gave his left arm as she moved away from him. But his laugh quickly faded as his eyes drank in her nude form, reaching for her own flight suit while handing over his. He wanted to think that the sooner she dressed the easier it would be, but it had never been easy.
***
He’d laid awake for what seemed like forever, feeling Sharon once again curled up against him, her head once more resting on his chest. She held tighter to him, gripping his jacket with one hand, while clinging to his hand with the other. It was another dream. It wasn’t out of fear that she held so strongly to him, he told himself, even though he’d just helped her out of captivity so recently, it was out of care. It was out of want and need.
When he’d finally fallen asleep, Helo had once again threaded his and Sharon’s fingers together; a smile appearing on her face at the moment his hand came to rest. It was that smile that allowed him sleep.
When he woke, he had expected to find Sharon lying beside him, still curled up close to him, but he had been wrong. Instead his side had been cold from her absence and there hadn’t been a trace of her. He’d called for her, but there had been no answer. His mind had wanted to run straight to panic, the recent memory of losing her to the Toasters strong. He hadn’t wanted to go through that again. Hadn’t wanted to have to think about what would happen if they realised Sharon had escaped once before.
But before panic could overwhelm him, she had emerged from the trees, her breath ragged and her face full of worry. She said she’d seen Cylons, seen them and said they were going to figure out sooner or later that they were here. So they ran. And were still running.
His one moment of bliss, a night in which he’d held the woman he couldn’t get out of his head no matter how hard he’d tried-he was going to hold onto that for as long as he could. He just hoped the Cylons wouldn’t catch up with them before he was able to figure out where this thing that had happened between him and Sharon was going.
Thanks for reading!!!