Challenge 83 - weakness
Title: Games
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Six/Starbuck/Roslin
Rating: NC 13 for implicaton
Disclaimer: not mine
Wordcount: 250
This got started for the challenge - but sidetracked on me. Sigh. Off to try again
Starbuck anxiously watched the blonde Cylon as she circled her, smiling up at her with that predatory, yet innocent expression that sent a cold shiver run down her back. In the distance she could hear the metal centurions waiting for a sign from Six.
Kara prayed silently for the Lords of Kobol to aid her. She couldn’t afford to be arrested today, the information she had was too vital.
“You really should be careful of the company you keep Kara.” The tone was cold, threatening. She reached out a hand to brush Starbuck’s hair reacting with lightening speed to grip her jaw hard enough to leave bruises when Starbuck tried to jerk away.
“Hello Six.” The voice from the tent flap was breathless as if she had run.
Six released Starbuck and bounced toward the newcomer like a happy child. “Laura. I’m so pleased you could join us.”
Laura’s eyes met Starbuck’s in a ‘we’re frakked’ look. This particular Six model had learnt its games from Cain and that was both its strength and weakness. It was a seduction model, witness one smitten Baltar but this one had pain/pleasure issues. And that was why Starbuck was grateful beyond belief that Laura had turned up. Starbuck was a straightforward instant gratification frak kind of gal. Like most of the pilots. Sexual games were not her forte, she couldn’t win them, had difficulty playing them. And losing a game to the peace preaching, God loving versions of the Cylons could be fatal.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Six/Starbuck/Roslin
Rating: NC 13 for implicaton
Disclaimer: not mine
Wordcount: 250
This got started for the challenge - but sidetracked on me. Sigh. Off to try again
Starbuck anxiously watched the blonde Cylon as she circled her, smiling up at her with that predatory, yet innocent expression that sent a cold shiver run down her back. In the distance she could hear the metal centurions waiting for a sign from Six.
Kara prayed silently for the Lords of Kobol to aid her. She couldn’t afford to be arrested today, the information she had was too vital.
“You really should be careful of the company you keep Kara.” The tone was cold, threatening. She reached out a hand to brush Starbuck’s hair reacting with lightening speed to grip her jaw hard enough to leave bruises when Starbuck tried to jerk away.
“Hello Six.” The voice from the tent flap was breathless as if she had run.
Six released Starbuck and bounced toward the newcomer like a happy child. “Laura. I’m so pleased you could join us.”
Laura’s eyes met Starbuck’s in a ‘we’re frakked’ look. This particular Six model had learnt its games from Cain and that was both its strength and weakness. It was a seduction model, witness one smitten Baltar but this one had pain/pleasure issues. And that was why Starbuck was grateful beyond belief that Laura had turned up. Starbuck was a straightforward instant gratification frak kind of gal. Like most of the pilots. Sexual games were not her forte, she couldn’t win them, had difficulty playing them. And losing a game to the peace preaching, God loving versions of the Cylons could be fatal.