Friday Night Fun Post
Clue!
The game of Clue requires players to determine the WHO, WHERE, and WHAT of a murder mystery. For tonight, we're going to use that format to write kinky fic.
To find your Who, What, and Where, choose one item from each list below. Use those three items together to create your fic. For example, you could write the fic: Kara in a cell with the ( Read more... )
The game of Clue requires players to determine the WHO, WHERE, and WHAT of a murder mystery. For tonight, we're going to use that format to write kinky fic.
To find your Who, What, and Where, choose one item from each list below. Use those three items together to create your fic. For example, you could write the fic: Kara in a cell with the ( Read more... )
Um, I don't know? Semi-crack smut kink? Also, I want to use a belt for everything now.
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She had attended because not going would have been worse, considering the tabulation error. Being around Baltar's supporters at his victory party had still left her with a headache in record time. Then Zarek had cornered her in a coatroom the size of her first apartment.
Sam had come in looking for a room Kara said she had gotten them, which Laura was pretty sure didn't exist. No one would have noticed in all the chaos anyway. It wasn't her problem anymore, though. People could thieve and lie and complain and she could point them towards Baltar. It was a little liberating, when it didn't make her want to vomit.
"The last great act of your presidency was their rescue, and who do you suppose will get credit for their survival?"
Tom's hands were on her shoulders, his lips pressed up against her ear. Laura tightened her grip on the strip of leather in her hands. Tom had been wearing the belt.
Sam had been wearing a shirt. And shoes.
And there went his pants.
Tom's fingers worked off her jacket, and she handed him the belt as she undid her blouse. Sam helped her out of it, and she could feel his fingers unhooking her bra as she unzipped her skirt.
"Not going to command some loyalty?" Tom brushed the leather against the exposed stomach on her skin.
"I figured you could help me work out a concessional speech. I didn't prepare one and should be reprimanded."
"Is that a confession?"
"To what?"
Tom handed the belt to Sam so he could finish undressing.
"Uh look, I can-"
"You should stay," Tom insisted. "Watch the politicians at work. Getting the public's opinion on our policies is an important part of how a free society functions."
"Tom's an expert on freedom."
"You should ask Laura what she's good at."
Sam cracked the belt like a whip. Laura suddenly remembered that Sam had been a resistance leader on Caprica, and was used to being in charge. Going by the look on Tom's face, he seemed to have come to the same realization.
"The two of you have obviously been waiting for something like this for a long time."
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"He's gotten very good at waiting. I think it was all the time in prison."
"Laura's a well practiced cock tease. It's how she keeps the Adamas in line."
Sam folded the belt in half and struck Tom's hip. He yelped, but before he could voice a complaint, the younger man did the same to Laura. The politicians shifted closer together, willing to use the other's naked body as a shield against any further assault. Laura knew they both weren't adverse to getting each other within hands reach, either.
"You both have a lot to say. You should be saying it to each other."
"How do you like the public's opinion now Tom?"
"Fascist."
He smacked them both again.
Tom's arms ended up around her waist as she dug her fingers into his shoulder blades. She pressed her thigh against his hardening dick.
"You should take each other more seriously." Sam reasoned.
"You should have taken the people's desires more seriously Laura, maybe then you wouldn't have lost."
She dug her nails into his skin. "If you took the future of the human race more seriously, you never would have brought that planet to Baltar's attention."
"I thought you wanted help conceding?" Tom slid one hand up her body, circling a breast.
"I thought you wanted someone to command you."
"Figures. Even at the end of the worlds all politicians can do is talk." Sam kept hold of the belt with one hand, and used the other to grip his cock.
"When the public presents its opinion, do you just take it under advisement?"
"As a seasoned politician, you should know when it's time to enact change." The hand on her breast trailed back down her body to cup her mound.
"Promises are one thing, you of all people should know it's the follow through that's important."
She heard a dull clunk as the belt was dropped, and then felt Sam's body press against her back.
"A little revolutionary thinking can help move things along." The younger man's hands went to her hips, pulling her ass against his erection.
"A man after my own heart."
"You have a heart?"
"Careful Laura." Tom nipped at the skin on her neck. "I know for a fact yours is kept in a box somewhere."
"You'll still have to find that box."
"Frak both of you," Sam sighed. "Tell me one of you brought lube."
"I think we've been bested."
"Sometimes it is best just to forge ahead."
"No more speeches. Now get on your knees."
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I love his exasperation at the both of them never shutting up :p
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Thanks :)
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Thanks.
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:)
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"Laura's a well practiced cock tease. It's how she keeps the Adamas in line."
This is perfection. This whole thing. No words.
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Glad they stood out!
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