hope ~ BSG (Laura/Maya/Tory, Three/Caprica/Boomer)
title: Genesis turns to its source
prompt: #92 hope
fandom: Battlestar Galactica
pairing: Laura/Maya/Tory, Three/Caprica/Boomer
rating: R
words: 250+250
A/N: the rest of BSG's lesbian moms! piles of kisses to mandysbitch, who came all the way to the USA just to beta this ficlet! // part of The Map (spoilers through "Torn")
Laura loves the child. She sits by the cradle, watching Isis sleep (wrapped in her own silence, which travels elsewhere).
Maya is looking in on the scene from the doorway, and Tory comes up behind her, nests their hips together with an arm around Maya's waist. "She's still worrying about Kara," Tory says (whispers, her lips brushing Maya's ear).
Maya arches her neck in invitation.
"I'll bet we can distract her," Tory says (louder, so Laura turns). She watches (silently) as Tory unbuttons Maya's shirt (slowly), trailing her fingers down the ribbon of exposed skin. Laura's breath catches with Maya's as Tory's hand disappears into her pants.
Loving a child means loving its mother. Tumbled onto the bed, haphazardly stripped of jeans and sweaters, Laura's skin glows pale (angelic) between them. She pins Maya under her weight (with her eyes) as Tory fraks Maya, covers her mouth so her screams won't wake the baby.
Laura has just shifted toward Tory (called her "troublemaker" and caught her wrists above her head) when they hear an unhappy mewl. Maya untangles herself. "No," Laura says, "I'll go." She nudges Maya into her place between Tory's legs ("Lick her, but don't let her come").
Isis (Hera) quiets as Laura rocks her, snuggled against her shoulder. She listens to Tory's moans, faint through the canvas wall, feels the child's heart beat where their chests are touching. The pull of hybrid blood flows between them (prophet and messiah), tracing a map of destiny in invisible veins.
:::
Three loves the child. Her love is flawless (simple), so she doesn't understand Caprica's heartache. Caprica goes to Sharon to talk about Gaius (always Gaius), cheek wet in Sharon's sympathetic hand. Hera squirms on Sharon's knee, grappling for attention. Three scoops her up (it's irresistible, the way Hera's tiny, perfect fists twine into Sharon's hair), tickles her until she loses interest in the grown-up conversation. She lets Hera tug her hair, instead; watches Sharon kiss Caprica, stroking the tears off her face.
Sharon turns to Three (breathless as Caprica's teeth mark her throat). "The baby shouldn't see this," she says.
Three doesn't understand the ways of humans, but the child is half-blooded so (in trivial matters) she'll defer to those who do. She takes Hera to the nursery, settles her in the crib with a Centurion on guard. When she comes back, Caprica is naked, arching her hips into Sharon's mouth.
Loving a child means loving its mother (Three understands this, now). She slides in behind them so Caprica can lean against her. She could kill Caprica (head thrown back on Three's shoulder, screaming as Three twists her nipple and Caprica comes), blithely as Caprica once killed her. She loves her instead, blesses Caprica's skin with her hands where the forest casts its dappled shadows. They're canopied by Earth's blue sky, and the Hybrid whispers to her from the planet's core ("The child is the map that will lead you there / the race that will people your homeland").
prompt: #92 hope
fandom: Battlestar Galactica
pairing: Laura/Maya/Tory, Three/Caprica/Boomer
rating: R
words: 250+250
A/N: the rest of BSG's lesbian moms! piles of kisses to mandysbitch, who came all the way to the USA just to beta this ficlet! // part of The Map (spoilers through "Torn")
Laura loves the child. She sits by the cradle, watching Isis sleep (wrapped in her own silence, which travels elsewhere).
Maya is looking in on the scene from the doorway, and Tory comes up behind her, nests their hips together with an arm around Maya's waist. "She's still worrying about Kara," Tory says (whispers, her lips brushing Maya's ear).
Maya arches her neck in invitation.
"I'll bet we can distract her," Tory says (louder, so Laura turns). She watches (silently) as Tory unbuttons Maya's shirt (slowly), trailing her fingers down the ribbon of exposed skin. Laura's breath catches with Maya's as Tory's hand disappears into her pants.
Loving a child means loving its mother. Tumbled onto the bed, haphazardly stripped of jeans and sweaters, Laura's skin glows pale (angelic) between them. She pins Maya under her weight (with her eyes) as Tory fraks Maya, covers her mouth so her screams won't wake the baby.
Laura has just shifted toward Tory (called her "troublemaker" and caught her wrists above her head) when they hear an unhappy mewl. Maya untangles herself. "No," Laura says, "I'll go." She nudges Maya into her place between Tory's legs ("Lick her, but don't let her come").
Isis (Hera) quiets as Laura rocks her, snuggled against her shoulder. She listens to Tory's moans, faint through the canvas wall, feels the child's heart beat where their chests are touching. The pull of hybrid blood flows between them (prophet and messiah), tracing a map of destiny in invisible veins.
:::
Three loves the child. Her love is flawless (simple), so she doesn't understand Caprica's heartache. Caprica goes to Sharon to talk about Gaius (always Gaius), cheek wet in Sharon's sympathetic hand. Hera squirms on Sharon's knee, grappling for attention. Three scoops her up (it's irresistible, the way Hera's tiny, perfect fists twine into Sharon's hair), tickles her until she loses interest in the grown-up conversation. She lets Hera tug her hair, instead; watches Sharon kiss Caprica, stroking the tears off her face.
Sharon turns to Three (breathless as Caprica's teeth mark her throat). "The baby shouldn't see this," she says.
Three doesn't understand the ways of humans, but the child is half-blooded so (in trivial matters) she'll defer to those who do. She takes Hera to the nursery, settles her in the crib with a Centurion on guard. When she comes back, Caprica is naked, arching her hips into Sharon's mouth.
Loving a child means loving its mother (Three understands this, now). She slides in behind them so Caprica can lean against her. She could kill Caprica (head thrown back on Three's shoulder, screaming as Three twists her nipple and Caprica comes), blithely as Caprica once killed her. She loves her instead, blesses Caprica's skin with her hands where the forest casts its dappled shadows. They're canopied by Earth's blue sky, and the Hybrid whispers to her from the planet's core ("The child is the map that will lead you there / the race that will people your homeland").