challenge 67 - dust
Author: Missmai_chan
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Starbuck/Roslin
Rating: Totally PWP. Time to spoil yourselves.
Word Count: Maaaaybe a little over? Blame the smut!
A/N: Another supplement in the continuing 'Booty Call' Roslin/Buck drabble series. The penny has dropped and Kara realises that the President is onto her little crush - the time of holding back is over.
'You know?" Starbuck mumbled, once her mouth had been released from the Roslin's delicious bite.
"Let me explain something to you. I want you to listen closely to this, because I don't enjoy repeating myself," Roslin said softly, her forefinger delicately tipping Kara's chin upwards, so their eyes were level. Roslin smiled, and slid a finger along Kara's cheekbone, where a smudge of black dust had collected during fitness training on the flight deck.
Kara's cheeks burned. She felt Roslin's hand at the buckle of her belt, and the rough drill of her standard issue pants falling away from her hips, her boyish underwear exposed. Why am I letting her take me like this? I do the taking. I do.
"I'm in a position of great power," Roslin said, pushing underwear out of the way and slipping two fingers inside her. Starbuck moaned, breathing in fluttery sighs. Oh, you sure are, Madame President. She leaned closer to the President, squeezing against her hand.
"As such, I can't frak anyone I desire. I have to watch, and learn who I can trust. It is a rare thing to find someone who meets the required criterion." Roslin's hand worked fast inside Kara, dragging slickly along the ridges of her cunt, frakking her quickly and roughly. Starbuck whimpered. She could feel the inside of her thighs covered in wet.
"I've been watching you, Kara. Your President needs you."
With this, Roslin withdrew her hand, dug her nails into the skin of Kara's hip, pushed her backwards, slid from the desk, and dropped to her knees.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Starbuck/Roslin
Rating: Totally PWP. Time to spoil yourselves.
Word Count: Maaaaybe a little over? Blame the smut!
A/N: Another supplement in the continuing 'Booty Call' Roslin/Buck drabble series. The penny has dropped and Kara realises that the President is onto her little crush - the time of holding back is over.
'You know?" Starbuck mumbled, once her mouth had been released from the Roslin's delicious bite.
"Let me explain something to you. I want you to listen closely to this, because I don't enjoy repeating myself," Roslin said softly, her forefinger delicately tipping Kara's chin upwards, so their eyes were level. Roslin smiled, and slid a finger along Kara's cheekbone, where a smudge of black dust had collected during fitness training on the flight deck.
Kara's cheeks burned. She felt Roslin's hand at the buckle of her belt, and the rough drill of her standard issue pants falling away from her hips, her boyish underwear exposed. Why am I letting her take me like this? I do the taking. I do.
"I'm in a position of great power," Roslin said, pushing underwear out of the way and slipping two fingers inside her. Starbuck moaned, breathing in fluttery sighs. Oh, you sure are, Madame President. She leaned closer to the President, squeezing against her hand.
"As such, I can't frak anyone I desire. I have to watch, and learn who I can trust. It is a rare thing to find someone who meets the required criterion." Roslin's hand worked fast inside Kara, dragging slickly along the ridges of her cunt, frakking her quickly and roughly. Starbuck whimpered. She could feel the inside of her thighs covered in wet.
"I've been watching you, Kara. Your President needs you."
With this, Roslin withdrew her hand, dug her nails into the skin of Kara's hip, pushed her backwards, slid from the desk, and dropped to her knees.