temperance ~ BSG and then some (Maya/Jo/Uta)
title: the essence is all one
prompt: #95 temperance (remainder)
fandom: Battlestar Galactica + Eureka + The L Word
pairing: Maya/Jo Lupo/Uta Refson (Erica Cerra), Roslin/Maya, Uta/Leoben
rating: R
words: 250
thanks: to aeonian for being my slave putting up with me, and to iamsab for a second opinion
A/N: yeah, I've been threatening to write this crack for a while // part of The Map
Maya is a teacher. Jo is a vigilante. Uta is a prostitute. They take care to move in separate circles on New Caprica. There's a greater risk of discovery than in the fleet, but also a greater opportunity to
(Maya always ends up between them, impaled on Jo's hand with Uta's teeth at her throat.)
They meet in Breeder's Canyon once a month to share intelligence.
"The Child?" Uta says (stripping Maya roughly, pinning her arms behind her). "The Prophet?"
Maya smiles (gasps as Uta presses her bare breasts to Maya's shoulder blades). "The Prophet is falling in love with me" (Roslin's head pillowed on Maya's breast, her fingers circling Maya's opening as Maya pleads, "hurry, the baby will wake up soon" and Roslin, rapt, says, "Tory's watching her").
"And the Disciple?" Jo drops her guns and her pants. She hooks her leg around the two of them, transmitting skin to skin to skin (finds the pulse at Uta's jugular with one hand, the pulse in Maya's cunt with the other).
"She's lost," Uta says, "to contaminated faith" (Leoben bound and writhing under Uta, gagged with the bills he pays her so he can't scream Kara's name while she fraks him).
"Three begins to believe," Jo says. "Enough to let him keep his prisoner."
"Now," Maya says, "we wait. Without the Trinity, there is no cure." They can share one orgasm between them, in this communion; they can share one calling, against
(Earth is sacred. So say the Final Five.)
prompt: #95 temperance (remainder)
fandom: Battlestar Galactica + Eureka + The L Word
pairing: Maya/Jo Lupo/Uta Refson (Erica Cerra), Roslin/Maya, Uta/Leoben
rating: R
words: 250
thanks: to aeonian for being my slave putting up with me, and to iamsab for a second opinion
A/N: yeah, I've been threatening to write this crack for a while // part of The Map
Maya is a teacher. Jo is a vigilante. Uta is a prostitute. They take care to move in separate circles on New Caprica. There's a greater risk of discovery than in the fleet, but also a greater opportunity to
(Maya always ends up between them, impaled on Jo's hand with Uta's teeth at her throat.)
They meet in Breeder's Canyon once a month to share intelligence.
"The Child?" Uta says (stripping Maya roughly, pinning her arms behind her). "The Prophet?"
Maya smiles (gasps as Uta presses her bare breasts to Maya's shoulder blades). "The Prophet is falling in love with me" (Roslin's head pillowed on Maya's breast, her fingers circling Maya's opening as Maya pleads, "hurry, the baby will wake up soon" and Roslin, rapt, says, "Tory's watching her").
"And the Disciple?" Jo drops her guns and her pants. She hooks her leg around the two of them, transmitting skin to skin to skin (finds the pulse at Uta's jugular with one hand, the pulse in Maya's cunt with the other).
"She's lost," Uta says, "to contaminated faith" (Leoben bound and writhing under Uta, gagged with the bills he pays her so he can't scream Kara's name while she fraks him).
"Three begins to believe," Jo says. "Enough to let him keep his prisoner."
"Now," Maya says, "we wait. Without the Trinity, there is no cure." They can share one orgasm between them, in this communion; they can share one calling, against
(Earth is sacred. So say the Final Five.)