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Title: Penance
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Laura/Bill
Bingo prompt(s): atonement, handcuffs
Warnings: blood
“What is it you want?” She knows the answer, but asks anyway. She kisses him lightly on the lips and pulls back to look at him. She can still taste blood, even with the cotton rag red in the sink with the worst of it.
She has to make him meet her gaze, and feels a soft flutter of what can only be frustration. “You want to atone, is that it? There are less melodramatic ways to do so.”
He glares at that, and she smiles.
The clink of metal is the only further sound as she shuts the handcuffs.
Title: Melt
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gaius/Caprica
Bingo prompt(s): Sensations, emotional manipulation
Warnings: (none)
“I could always help you with your work.” She works the ice cube in circles around his naval, causing him to hiss in response.
“Ah, that would be very illegal.” Gaius tries and fails to keep the involuntary laughter out of his voice as the sharp/numb sensation trails lower..
“Only if you told.”
“It’s boringly tedious. I wouldn’t want to inflict it on you.”
“I‘d endure, to help you.” And herself, and her mysterious employers too, no doubt, he thinks.
“Do you love me, Gaius?”
He twitches as her hand moves even lower. “Well, perhaps a second opinion couldn’t hurt.”
Title: Very Important Botanical Research
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Laura/Sam, Kara solo
Bingo prompt(s): From behind, wildcard
Warnings: (none)
He takes her from behind, which Laura supposes is a concession to his wife, even though she started this, with her easy suggestion of “When was the last time you got laid,” and wicket grin.
She’s ridiculously wet, which must be down to the influence of whatever plant with the intoxicating scent now currently smoking on the bonfire. She must remember which one.
Kara watches with that smile that is only hers, leaning back and hand busy, hidden under fabric until finally she undoes her belt, stretching her legs, her gaze flicking from Laura’s own to his over her shoulder.
Title: Last Act
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Laura/Gaius
Bingo prompt(s): Airlock, fingers only
Warnings: (none)
She doesn’t drag him to the airlock herself, she has her flunkies for such manual labour. Or technically they’re the Admiral’s flunkies, but then they’ve thrown him down and he can’t distract himself with technicalities anymore.
They’re sent running with a nod and a glare, and then she has a fistful of his hair and in her most dangerous and quietest of tones she is telling him he has to give her something in return for not pressing that button.
His fingers are well practiced, and when he makes her come, for one moment she can’t ever comprehend pressing it.
Title: On The Table
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ellen/Saul
Bingo prompt(s): Food, in the dirt
Warnings: (none)
The crappy little wooden table didn’t survive his first visit, so this time she has to make do with setting out the plates and bowl of puny vegetables that grew here on a blanket, in the middle of the tent that passed for home sweet home. Hardly the efficient New Caprican housewife, but if he dared say anything she would slap him.
He only makes a sarcastic comment about her cooking once they are lying sated amongst the wreckage, and she responds by smearing vegetable mush over his chest. “You broke the plate!”
He is right, it does taste awful.
Title: Drowning
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gaius/Six
Bingo prompt(s): anonymous frak
Warnings: (none)
He knows what she is but not who she is. He probably thinks she’s her. While her own observations are astute, she has never gotten that impression from Gaius Baltar. That’s fine. She can be her. She can be any one of her sisters.
He smells of sweat and sex and drink; she wants to drown in it, to shut out the death that continues to linger on new flesh. So she lies in the seat that passes for human power on this little mudball and urges him on, digging heels into his back when he tries to be tender.
Title: Reminders
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Roslin/Baltar
Bingo prompt(s): erotic asphyxiation
Warnings: (none)
The President claws at him, nails raking against skin, as if she could tear what she wants out of him. Gaius grunts at the pain but continues to thrust up into her. When she’s sitting in some meeting and feels the ache she’ll remember this; the bars at her back and her legs hooked around his waist, listening to reports she’ll be wet at the memory of him inside her.
Smugly, he tells her so, and suddenly her hands are at his throat. He’s surprised at the strength behind them.
When he comes to it’s as if it never happened.
Title: Counting
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bill/Saul
Bingo prompt(s): mutual masturbation
Warnings: (none)
It doesn’t count if they are drunk and desperate; one of them is surely busy imagining it’s the hand of his wife on his dick, the other desperately trying to bring to mind the increasingly fuzzy faces that pass for his fantasy life.
The stripper at the club, the last woman he brought home too long ago. Hell, even his bitch ex wife, but Carolanne’s face remains stubbornly out of focus, so typical of her not to want to help him out.
It doesn’t count so long as it’s only the one time.
So long as he doesn’t keep count.
Title: Falling
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Adama/Roslin
Bingo prompt(s): first time
Warnings: (none)
They’ve been awake for so long. Was there ever a time when they weren’t? So it’s no wonder when it happens. Inhibitions, propriety, even plain old sense, exhaustion sweeps it all away.
But not lust, stubbornly responding to legs, hair, voice. Gods that voice. Exhausted she sounds sexy as hell. Frak it all anyway, they’re going to die. If not now then in 33 minutes time. There are worse ways to go than watching her face as she comes.
When the comm buzzes he finds himself looking at the mess in his hand.
“I have the President on line, sir.”
Title: Familiarity
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Roslin/Cavil
Bingo prompt(s): ‘strip for me’
Warnings: (noncon)
The cell is small, with a floor and white walls far too clean and the stench of bleach so strong it burns. The sensations are not yet familiar.
The floor is somehow colder than the cement hallways outside. Taking her shoes was the first thing they did, as if they expect her to put the laces to unorthodox use. It’ll be the third time when she finally wishes for them.
The grey jumpsuit is folded neatly, threadbare and itching to the point of madness, though she doesn’t know that yet. They won’t close the door.
“Strip for me.” Cavil grins.
Title: Penance
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Laura/Bill
Bingo prompt(s): atonement, handcuffs
Warnings: blood
“What is it you want?” She knows the answer, but asks anyway. She kisses him lightly on the lips and pulls back to look at him. She can still taste blood, even with the cotton rag red in the sink with the worst of it.
She has to make him meet her gaze, and feels a soft flutter of what can only be frustration. “You want to atone, is that it? There are less melodramatic ways to do so.”
He glares at that, and she smiles.
The clink of metal is the only further sound as she shuts the handcuffs.
Title: Melt
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gaius/Caprica
Bingo prompt(s): Sensations, emotional manipulation
Warnings: (none)
“I could always help you with your work.” She works the ice cube in circles around his naval, causing him to hiss in response.
“Ah, that would be very illegal.” Gaius tries and fails to keep the involuntary laughter out of his voice as the sharp/numb sensation trails lower..
“Only if you told.”
“It’s boringly tedious. I wouldn’t want to inflict it on you.”
“I‘d endure, to help you.” And herself, and her mysterious employers too, no doubt, he thinks.
“Do you love me, Gaius?”
He twitches as her hand moves even lower. “Well, perhaps a second opinion couldn’t hurt.”
Title: Very Important Botanical Research
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Laura/Sam, Kara solo
Bingo prompt(s): From behind, wildcard
Warnings: (none)
He takes her from behind, which Laura supposes is a concession to his wife, even though she started this, with her easy suggestion of “When was the last time you got laid,” and wicket grin.
She’s ridiculously wet, which must be down to the influence of whatever plant with the intoxicating scent now currently smoking on the bonfire. She must remember which one.
Kara watches with that smile that is only hers, leaning back and hand busy, hidden under fabric until finally she undoes her belt, stretching her legs, her gaze flicking from Laura’s own to his over her shoulder.
Title: Last Act
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Laura/Gaius
Bingo prompt(s): Airlock, fingers only
Warnings: (none)
She doesn’t drag him to the airlock herself, she has her flunkies for such manual labour. Or technically they’re the Admiral’s flunkies, but then they’ve thrown him down and he can’t distract himself with technicalities anymore.
They’re sent running with a nod and a glare, and then she has a fistful of his hair and in her most dangerous and quietest of tones she is telling him he has to give her something in return for not pressing that button.
His fingers are well practiced, and when he makes her come, for one moment she can’t ever comprehend pressing it.
Title: On The Table
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ellen/Saul
Bingo prompt(s): Food, in the dirt
Warnings: (none)
The crappy little wooden table didn’t survive his first visit, so this time she has to make do with setting out the plates and bowl of puny vegetables that grew here on a blanket, in the middle of the tent that passed for home sweet home. Hardly the efficient New Caprican housewife, but if he dared say anything she would slap him.
He only makes a sarcastic comment about her cooking once they are lying sated amongst the wreckage, and she responds by smearing vegetable mush over his chest. “You broke the plate!”
He is right, it does taste awful.
Title: Drowning
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gaius/Six
Bingo prompt(s): anonymous frak
Warnings: (none)
He knows what she is but not who she is. He probably thinks she’s her. While her own observations are astute, she has never gotten that impression from Gaius Baltar. That’s fine. She can be her. She can be any one of her sisters.
He smells of sweat and sex and drink; she wants to drown in it, to shut out the death that continues to linger on new flesh. So she lies in the seat that passes for human power on this little mudball and urges him on, digging heels into his back when he tries to be tender.
Title: Reminders
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Roslin/Baltar
Bingo prompt(s): erotic asphyxiation
Warnings: (none)
The President claws at him, nails raking against skin, as if she could tear what she wants out of him. Gaius grunts at the pain but continues to thrust up into her. When she’s sitting in some meeting and feels the ache she’ll remember this; the bars at her back and her legs hooked around his waist, listening to reports she’ll be wet at the memory of him inside her.
Smugly, he tells her so, and suddenly her hands are at his throat. He’s surprised at the strength behind them.
When he comes to it’s as if it never happened.
Title: Counting
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bill/Saul
Bingo prompt(s): mutual masturbation
Warnings: (none)
It doesn’t count if they are drunk and desperate; one of them is surely busy imagining it’s the hand of his wife on his dick, the other desperately trying to bring to mind the increasingly fuzzy faces that pass for his fantasy life.
The stripper at the club, the last woman he brought home too long ago. Hell, even his bitch ex wife, but Carolanne’s face remains stubbornly out of focus, so typical of her not to want to help him out.
It doesn’t count so long as it’s only the one time.
So long as he doesn’t keep count.
Title: Falling
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Adama/Roslin
Bingo prompt(s): first time
Warnings: (none)
They’ve been awake for so long. Was there ever a time when they weren’t? So it’s no wonder when it happens. Inhibitions, propriety, even plain old sense, exhaustion sweeps it all away.
But not lust, stubbornly responding to legs, hair, voice. Gods that voice. Exhausted she sounds sexy as hell. Frak it all anyway, they’re going to die. If not now then in 33 minutes time. There are worse ways to go than watching her face as she comes.
When the comm buzzes he finds himself looking at the mess in his hand.
“I have the President on line, sir.”
Title: Familiarity
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Roslin/Cavil
Bingo prompt(s): ‘strip for me’
Warnings: (noncon)
The cell is small, with a floor and white walls far too clean and the stench of bleach so strong it burns. The sensations are not yet familiar.
The floor is somehow colder than the cement hallways outside. Taking her shoes was the first thing they did, as if they expect her to put the laces to unorthodox use. It’ll be the third time when she finally wishes for them.
The grey jumpsuit is folded neatly, threadbare and itching to the point of madness, though she doesn’t know that yet. They won’t close the door.
“Strip for me.” Cavil grins.