Booty call coffee
Caffeine
Author: Missmai_chan
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Starbuck/Roslin
Rating: Totally PWP - again :P. Hope you didn't just have a shower, there.
Word Count: Maaaaybe a little over? Blame the smut!
A/N: Another supplement in the continuing 'Booty Call' Roslin/Buck drabble series. Kara now has Roslin on her knees...the way all good Presidents should be...
Kara could feel hot tears slipping from the corners of her eyelids.
You bitch. Months of watching and wanting and you can reduce me to this, to this shivering, moaning pussy.
She felt Roslin's tongue slipping gently in and out of her. The tip of the President's petite nose brushed accidentally against her clit; the muscles of Kara's torso clenched and jolted in response. She thrust her shaking hands against her forehead, pushing the kneeling woman back, sending her sprawling against the soft carpet of the office floor. Roslin seemed shocked but disoriented, as though a haze had fallen across her eyes.
I guess I must be a hard drug. Frak, she drives me crazy.
Her breath choked her; she pulled at her hair and looked down at herself, at her pants around her ankles. She felt vulnerable, exposed, standing there pale and shaking and staring down at her President. Roslin smirked, tilted her head. I don't think I've ever seen her smirk.
For some reason, that lit something in her, some deep echoing anger that bounced against her ribs and ended up in one word that leapt from her lips.
"Stay there, you bitch."
And then she too dropped to her knees and was on her, stripping Roslin's skirt from her, pulling her coffee coloured briefs away, tearing her dainty stockings with her blunt torn nails and swearing in her ear.
"I'm going to frak you now, Madame President," she hissed against her mouth.