I've got to stop accepting dares - Through A Glass, Smutly
To explain:
1) If you haven't been reading katamaran78 's kickass A/U epic, Through A Glass, Lightly, then go there immediately and start and come back later. You won't get the point of my slashy good smut until you do.
2) If you are already one of the cool kids, then you know that in this AU Laura and Cain have a tortured past, but sadly not THAT deliciously tortured. So I lodged my complaint after this installment (Epoch Ch. 2 here) that they so should have gone THERE, resting my demands on the irrefutably logical and correct point that Laura can never really have too much sex or be seen naked too many times. Any objections? Didn't think so!
2A) Besides think of the drama! Did you see what happened the last time a frak went awry for Helena Cain?
3) When I registered my concerns with the author, katamaran78 kindly told me to suck it, she doesn't do girly!bits, but I was welcome to engage in a little femslash self-help if I was so inclined.
4) With an assist from my everpresent and degenerate personal assistant, xmaidelx , predictably this suggestion turned into a dare.
5) Never being averse to a little self-help, or as you have all have learned by now much to my chagrin capable of maturely turning down a smutly good dare ...
6) I give you a femslash remix (rated MA obviously) of Ch. 2, Scene 2 of Epoch. My apologies to katamaran78 for stealing and corrupting her prose and sandwiching my smut in between.
7) Oh and don't hate me if it sucks. I was dared.
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~ Twenty-nine years before the Fall ~
Lieutenant Laura Roslin, Colonial Fleet
Battlestar Helios
"You know," Helena said as she passed the bottle of Ambrosia back to Laura. "I think you might just be a better pilot than me. I hate to admit it." She giggled and looked over sheepishly. "The bottle makes the truth come out."
Laura took the bottle from her and took a long swig, the sweet taste first making her mouth water and then burn as it went down her throat. She laughed heartily, the alcohol having long since made her feel giddy. She leaned against the underside of the bunk and stretched her legs out across the floor. "The Commander kept putting my ass on CAP rotations, so yeah, I guess so," she agreed with a giggle. "I've had a lot of practice."
Helena laughed, a little snort punctuating the end of it. "Estelin's an ass," she proclaimed firmly.
Laura shook her head. "He's not an ass," she protested with a giggle. "He has a nice ass. I like him." After a moment of consideration, she decided to expand on her statement. "I like him a lot. He's kinda cute. He has very nice...hands." She snorted before she took another sip of Ambrosia. "And eyes. Nice eyes. I do love blue eyes."
Helena was frowning at her now. "Don't you even think about it," she warned darkly.
"I can think about it," Laura said emphatically. "It's not like I have anyone else to really think about on this frakking ship." She laughed again, closing her eyes and giggling with amusement. She leaned against Helena's shoulder, the Ambrosia making her more than tipsy. "I mean, I've looked long and hard, very long and hard, at every man on this ship and can't think of one I would frak. Isn't that sad? They're all either too rough or too goofy or too...male for lack of a better way to describe it. Military men are jackasses." She sighed and giggled again, wiping her mouth with her hand.
"Maybe you're not looking in the right places," Helena said quietly.
"Right. Pilot's lounge, hangar deck, mess hall, every corridor and closet...where else is there to look?" Laura leaned her head against the wall and sighed. She opened her eyes and looked sidelong at Helena. "What?" she asked with a roll of her eyes.
Helena was looking at her strangely, eyes narrowed, lips parted. She suddenly leaned over and brushed her lips across Laura's, her hand coming up to cup her face.
Laura's lips parted slightly, and she closed her eyes instinctively. It took her a second or two to register what was going on through her alcohol-induced stupor. Gasping, she began to pull back when Helena cupped the back of her neck to stop her.
“Give it a chance, Laura. What have you got to lose?” she asked as she brought her other hand up to brush her friend’s cheek.
Sensing Laura’s hesitation, her eyes narrowed further. “Come on, Firebird. I dare you.”
Laura could never resist a challenge, especially when drunk off her ass, and she quickly reached in for a kiss, shoving her tongue between Helena’s eagerly parting lips, proving her mettle. She tried to figure out if Helena tasted any different, before giggling and pulling her lips away as the woman’s hands brushed under her tanks, fingers fluttering over her skin.
“Giving up already?” Helena taunted.
“Not likely,” Laura protested as she quickly climbed into her friend’s lap, straddling her before lifting the bottle of alcohol to pound down another shot.
“We’ll just see who gives up first,” she boasted, slamming the bottle down on the deck and then pulling her tanks over her head.
Helena laughed heartily, the look in her eyes a mixture of hunger and triumph, as she ran her hands through Laura’s hair and then down her back. “So beautiful,” she said quietly as her eyes briefly softened before she dove at Laura’s mouth, matching the younger woman’s moan with a far more urgent one of her own.
The room swirled around her, the alcohol really taking effect now, as Laura tried to focus. She had to admit that she found Helena’s breasts fascinating. She had only once touched another woman’s pair, her roommate in college when they had been drunk and curious if they felt any different when they were attached to someone else, but this was quite different. She wondered if the little things that drove her crazy would do the same for Helena. As she swirled her tongue around her friend’s nipple, she deduced that that answer was yes.
“Let’s move this to the rack,” Helena suggested breathlessly as she tugged on Laura’s hair to get her attention.
Laura laughed at the sensation. She knew her hair was hot. Every lover she’d ever had had spent an inordinate amount of time with their hands lost in it. That was a surreal thought. Helena was her lover now. But Laura quickly shrugged it away. The wetness currently pooling between her thighs surprising yet compelling enough to keep her sufficiently in the moment.
The women stumbled as they stood, fumbling with zippers and fasteners as they finished stripping each other. Before Laura could figure out what to do next, Helena guided her into the bunk, easing in alongside her and kissing her again.
As they kissed, Laura let her hands wander down Helena’s neck, between the valley that split her breasts and then lazily brushed her fingers back and forth along her stomach. She was so soft. Her body was completely toned. Lean and strong, and yet it felt so different from all the soldier’s bodies Laura had ever touched like this before. Helena sighed at her touch. Gentle. Vulnerable. That was something new too.
Helena suddenly covered Laura’s hand with her own, dragging it downward, stopping them when they reached the juncture between her legs. “This is what you do to me,” she purred as she guided Laura’s fingers through her folds, spreading her wetness on them, before directing her touch to the small bundle of nerves at her center.
When Helena gasped, Laura had to admit she liked it. The power she knew she wielded intoxicating. Men were such fools for always trying to get out of this part. Carefully, curiously, she dipped a finger inside Helena, then another, and then another. The feel of the warm silky flesh familiar, and yet so different from when she did this to herself. As Helena began to writhe beneath her and beg for more, Laura picked up the pace. She recognized the signs and circled her thumb around her friend’s clit in counterpoint to the thrusts of her hand, kissing away her cries as she did until Helena thrust her hips hard against her hand and bit down on her lip.
Before Laura could object to the pain, Helena had flipped her and straddled her hips. “Your turn,” she breathed as she dove at Laura’s neck and began kissing her way down her body.
“Oh frak!” Laura cried out suddenly as she felt Helena’s tongue swirl around her core. That was one sensation that was definitely not different. Her hand clutched the sheet as she heard Helena giggle before nipping again at her flesh and then thrusting her fingers roughly inside her. Laura lost count of the number of time she loudly invoked the names of the Gods before Helena was finished with her.
Laura dozed with Helena spooned against her back. Coming down from the high of her orgasm, she felt the familiar heaviness in her head and roiling in her stomach of an oncoming hangover. She’d really earned this one. She still couldn’t quite believe what she’d done. It had been interesting and fun, if a bit strange, but also stupid and reckless. The latter becoming her specialty these days it seemed. She had to learn to stop accepting dares.
“See, you had nothing to lose,” Helena whispered in her ear as she lazily stroked Laura’s stomach, drawing senseless patterns in her skin.
“Hmm?” Laura murmured, not processing her words through the pounding that had started inside her head.
“I love you, Laura,” she whispered in response.
Now that she heard, as her stomach flipped and she shot up so quickly that she banged her head on the upper bunk.
“What the frak?” Laura nearly shouted as she scrambled out of the rack, rubbing her head.
“It’s okay, Laura,” Helena said soothingly as she sat up.
“It’s not frakking okay, Hel.” Laura shook her head. “This was a terrible mistake. We’re friends.”
Helena blinked in confusion.
“Just friends,” Laura said again for emphasis.
Her friend's shoulders slumped forward as she drew in a shuddering breath. "I knew you were unsure … had never … but I thought tonight …"
Laura could hear the utter defeat and heartbreak in her voice. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes as she realized how bad she had just frakked up. She’d led her best friend on, broken her heart. Standing there naked, she’d never felt so exposed.
“I love you Hel, but just as a friend,” she explained as she walked back toward the rack, kneeling down beside where Helena sat. “Tonight was just me being curious. And drunk. Very drunk,” Laura offered with emphasis. “I’m sorry, but I can’t be the kind of woman you need. That’s not who I am.” She reached out and took Helena’s hand in hers. “The last thing I ever wanted was to hurt you. Your friendship means so much to me. That’s something I could never stand to lose.”
Helena's eyes suddenly flashed darkly and her jaw clenched. "I just frakking made an idiot out of myself. Gods!" she gasped as she stood up suddenly and pulled at her hair angrily. Laura reached a hand towards her as she tried to rise as well. Helena backed away, her eyes wild. "Don't frakking touch me. I won't bother you any more." She dressed quickly, storming out of the officers' quarters before she’d even finished pulling her tanks over her head, leaving a stunned Laura alone.
Laura slid slowly down the side of her bunk to the floor, her tears coursing down her cheeks.
1) If you haven't been reading katamaran78 's kickass A/U epic, Through A Glass, Lightly, then go there immediately and start and come back later. You won't get the point of my slashy good smut until you do.
2) If you are already one of the cool kids, then you know that in this AU Laura and Cain have a tortured past, but sadly not THAT deliciously tortured. So I lodged my complaint after this installment (Epoch Ch. 2 here) that they so should have gone THERE, resting my demands on the irrefutably logical and correct point that Laura can never really have too much sex or be seen naked too many times. Any objections? Didn't think so!
2A) Besides think of the drama! Did you see what happened the last time a frak went awry for Helena Cain?
3) When I registered my concerns with the author, katamaran78 kindly told me to suck it, she doesn't do girly!bits, but I was welcome to engage in a little femslash self-help if I was so inclined.
4) With an assist from my everpresent and degenerate personal assistant, xmaidelx , predictably this suggestion turned into a dare.
5) Never being averse to a little self-help, or as you have all have learned by now much to my chagrin capable of maturely turning down a smutly good dare ...
6) I give you a femslash remix (rated MA obviously) of Ch. 2, Scene 2 of Epoch. My apologies to katamaran78 for stealing and corrupting her prose and sandwiching my smut in between.
7) Oh and don't hate me if it sucks. I was dared.
***
~ Twenty-nine years before the Fall ~
Lieutenant Laura Roslin, Colonial Fleet
Battlestar Helios
"You know," Helena said as she passed the bottle of Ambrosia back to Laura. "I think you might just be a better pilot than me. I hate to admit it." She giggled and looked over sheepishly. "The bottle makes the truth come out."
Laura took the bottle from her and took a long swig, the sweet taste first making her mouth water and then burn as it went down her throat. She laughed heartily, the alcohol having long since made her feel giddy. She leaned against the underside of the bunk and stretched her legs out across the floor. "The Commander kept putting my ass on CAP rotations, so yeah, I guess so," she agreed with a giggle. "I've had a lot of practice."
Helena laughed, a little snort punctuating the end of it. "Estelin's an ass," she proclaimed firmly.
Laura shook her head. "He's not an ass," she protested with a giggle. "He has a nice ass. I like him." After a moment of consideration, she decided to expand on her statement. "I like him a lot. He's kinda cute. He has very nice...hands." She snorted before she took another sip of Ambrosia. "And eyes. Nice eyes. I do love blue eyes."
Helena was frowning at her now. "Don't you even think about it," she warned darkly.
"I can think about it," Laura said emphatically. "It's not like I have anyone else to really think about on this frakking ship." She laughed again, closing her eyes and giggling with amusement. She leaned against Helena's shoulder, the Ambrosia making her more than tipsy. "I mean, I've looked long and hard, very long and hard, at every man on this ship and can't think of one I would frak. Isn't that sad? They're all either too rough or too goofy or too...male for lack of a better way to describe it. Military men are jackasses." She sighed and giggled again, wiping her mouth with her hand.
"Maybe you're not looking in the right places," Helena said quietly.
"Right. Pilot's lounge, hangar deck, mess hall, every corridor and closet...where else is there to look?" Laura leaned her head against the wall and sighed. She opened her eyes and looked sidelong at Helena. "What?" she asked with a roll of her eyes.
Helena was looking at her strangely, eyes narrowed, lips parted. She suddenly leaned over and brushed her lips across Laura's, her hand coming up to cup her face.
Laura's lips parted slightly, and she closed her eyes instinctively. It took her a second or two to register what was going on through her alcohol-induced stupor. Gasping, she began to pull back when Helena cupped the back of her neck to stop her.
“Give it a chance, Laura. What have you got to lose?” she asked as she brought her other hand up to brush her friend’s cheek.
Sensing Laura’s hesitation, her eyes narrowed further. “Come on, Firebird. I dare you.”
Laura could never resist a challenge, especially when drunk off her ass, and she quickly reached in for a kiss, shoving her tongue between Helena’s eagerly parting lips, proving her mettle. She tried to figure out if Helena tasted any different, before giggling and pulling her lips away as the woman’s hands brushed under her tanks, fingers fluttering over her skin.
“Giving up already?” Helena taunted.
“Not likely,” Laura protested as she quickly climbed into her friend’s lap, straddling her before lifting the bottle of alcohol to pound down another shot.
“We’ll just see who gives up first,” she boasted, slamming the bottle down on the deck and then pulling her tanks over her head.
Helena laughed heartily, the look in her eyes a mixture of hunger and triumph, as she ran her hands through Laura’s hair and then down her back. “So beautiful,” she said quietly as her eyes briefly softened before she dove at Laura’s mouth, matching the younger woman’s moan with a far more urgent one of her own.
The room swirled around her, the alcohol really taking effect now, as Laura tried to focus. She had to admit that she found Helena’s breasts fascinating. She had only once touched another woman’s pair, her roommate in college when they had been drunk and curious if they felt any different when they were attached to someone else, but this was quite different. She wondered if the little things that drove her crazy would do the same for Helena. As she swirled her tongue around her friend’s nipple, she deduced that that answer was yes.
“Let’s move this to the rack,” Helena suggested breathlessly as she tugged on Laura’s hair to get her attention.
Laura laughed at the sensation. She knew her hair was hot. Every lover she’d ever had had spent an inordinate amount of time with their hands lost in it. That was a surreal thought. Helena was her lover now. But Laura quickly shrugged it away. The wetness currently pooling between her thighs surprising yet compelling enough to keep her sufficiently in the moment.
The women stumbled as they stood, fumbling with zippers and fasteners as they finished stripping each other. Before Laura could figure out what to do next, Helena guided her into the bunk, easing in alongside her and kissing her again.
As they kissed, Laura let her hands wander down Helena’s neck, between the valley that split her breasts and then lazily brushed her fingers back and forth along her stomach. She was so soft. Her body was completely toned. Lean and strong, and yet it felt so different from all the soldier’s bodies Laura had ever touched like this before. Helena sighed at her touch. Gentle. Vulnerable. That was something new too.
Helena suddenly covered Laura’s hand with her own, dragging it downward, stopping them when they reached the juncture between her legs. “This is what you do to me,” she purred as she guided Laura’s fingers through her folds, spreading her wetness on them, before directing her touch to the small bundle of nerves at her center.
When Helena gasped, Laura had to admit she liked it. The power she knew she wielded intoxicating. Men were such fools for always trying to get out of this part. Carefully, curiously, she dipped a finger inside Helena, then another, and then another. The feel of the warm silky flesh familiar, and yet so different from when she did this to herself. As Helena began to writhe beneath her and beg for more, Laura picked up the pace. She recognized the signs and circled her thumb around her friend’s clit in counterpoint to the thrusts of her hand, kissing away her cries as she did until Helena thrust her hips hard against her hand and bit down on her lip.
Before Laura could object to the pain, Helena had flipped her and straddled her hips. “Your turn,” she breathed as she dove at Laura’s neck and began kissing her way down her body.
“Oh frak!” Laura cried out suddenly as she felt Helena’s tongue swirl around her core. That was one sensation that was definitely not different. Her hand clutched the sheet as she heard Helena giggle before nipping again at her flesh and then thrusting her fingers roughly inside her. Laura lost count of the number of time she loudly invoked the names of the Gods before Helena was finished with her.
Laura dozed with Helena spooned against her back. Coming down from the high of her orgasm, she felt the familiar heaviness in her head and roiling in her stomach of an oncoming hangover. She’d really earned this one. She still couldn’t quite believe what she’d done. It had been interesting and fun, if a bit strange, but also stupid and reckless. The latter becoming her specialty these days it seemed. She had to learn to stop accepting dares.
“See, you had nothing to lose,” Helena whispered in her ear as she lazily stroked Laura’s stomach, drawing senseless patterns in her skin.
“Hmm?” Laura murmured, not processing her words through the pounding that had started inside her head.
“I love you, Laura,” she whispered in response.
Now that she heard, as her stomach flipped and she shot up so quickly that she banged her head on the upper bunk.
“What the frak?” Laura nearly shouted as she scrambled out of the rack, rubbing her head.
“It’s okay, Laura,” Helena said soothingly as she sat up.
“It’s not frakking okay, Hel.” Laura shook her head. “This was a terrible mistake. We’re friends.”
Helena blinked in confusion.
“Just friends,” Laura said again for emphasis.
Her friend's shoulders slumped forward as she drew in a shuddering breath. "I knew you were unsure … had never … but I thought tonight …"
Laura could hear the utter defeat and heartbreak in her voice. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes as she realized how bad she had just frakked up. She’d led her best friend on, broken her heart. Standing there naked, she’d never felt so exposed.
“I love you Hel, but just as a friend,” she explained as she walked back toward the rack, kneeling down beside where Helena sat. “Tonight was just me being curious. And drunk. Very drunk,” Laura offered with emphasis. “I’m sorry, but I can’t be the kind of woman you need. That’s not who I am.” She reached out and took Helena’s hand in hers. “The last thing I ever wanted was to hurt you. Your friendship means so much to me. That’s something I could never stand to lose.”
Helena's eyes suddenly flashed darkly and her jaw clenched. "I just frakking made an idiot out of myself. Gods!" she gasped as she stood up suddenly and pulled at her hair angrily. Laura reached a hand towards her as she tried to rise as well. Helena backed away, her eyes wild. "Don't frakking touch me. I won't bother you any more." She dressed quickly, storming out of the officers' quarters before she’d even finished pulling her tanks over her head, leaving a stunned Laura alone.
Laura slid slowly down the side of her bunk to the floor, her tears coursing down her cheeks.