ficlet: Little Secrets, Boomer/Caprica, R
Disclaimer: not mine
Rating: R, sex
Genre: pwp, voyeurism/exhbitionism
Pairing: Boomer/Caprica(/Three)
Length: 250 words
Set: somewhere during The Year in Baltar's Hair
Notes: written for femslash_land's carefully controlled bang.
Little Secrets
by ALC Punk!
Caprica never tells Boomer that she likes it when Three watches. This isn't that Three. The one Caprica hit over the head with a piece of concrete that should have been too heavy; this is a different Three, curious and capricious, her lip curled in a sneer when she notices Caprica noticing her.
With Boomer on her knees, head bowed as her mouth slowly works against Caprica, she won't notice the Three. It makes Caprica's blood rush faster, her fingers clenching into the sheets underneath her as she tries to hold off as long as possible.
The sounds of the base-ship around her are a good distraction, and she focuses on them. The way the air smells stale after the planet (Caprica sometimes wants to rip the name they gave her from her soul), the chill in that same air.
Her nipples are already hard from Boomer's mouth and the cold--Caprica thinks of D'Anna's fingers brushing them and moans, "Please..."
Boomer responds, mouth and tongue speeding up, fingers digging into the muscles of Caprica's legs, holding them open.
Three's eyes glitter with curiosity, but she never steps closer.
It's enough, and Caprica closes her eyes as the orgasm sweeps her under. Perhaps another time, she will tell Boomer of their watcher. "I don't think that would be wise, do you?" His voice strokes along her spine, and she resolutely shuts him out as Boomer slowly pulls away, hands brushing over Caprica's legs.
When Caprica's eyes open, Three is gone.
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Rating: R, sex
Genre: pwp, voyeurism/exhbitionism
Pairing: Boomer/Caprica(/Three)
Length: 250 words
Set: somewhere during The Year in Baltar's Hair
Notes: written for femslash_land's carefully controlled bang.
Little Secrets
by ALC Punk!
Caprica never tells Boomer that she likes it when Three watches. This isn't that Three. The one Caprica hit over the head with a piece of concrete that should have been too heavy; this is a different Three, curious and capricious, her lip curled in a sneer when she notices Caprica noticing her.
With Boomer on her knees, head bowed as her mouth slowly works against Caprica, she won't notice the Three. It makes Caprica's blood rush faster, her fingers clenching into the sheets underneath her as she tries to hold off as long as possible.
The sounds of the base-ship around her are a good distraction, and she focuses on them. The way the air smells stale after the planet (Caprica sometimes wants to rip the name they gave her from her soul), the chill in that same air.
Her nipples are already hard from Boomer's mouth and the cold--Caprica thinks of D'Anna's fingers brushing them and moans, "Please..."
Boomer responds, mouth and tongue speeding up, fingers digging into the muscles of Caprica's legs, holding them open.
Three's eyes glitter with curiosity, but she never steps closer.
It's enough, and Caprica closes her eyes as the orgasm sweeps her under. Perhaps another time, she will tell Boomer of their watcher. "I don't think that would be wise, do you?" His voice strokes along her spine, and she resolutely shuts him out as Boomer slowly pulls away, hands brushing over Caprica's legs.
When Caprica's eyes open, Three is gone.
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