Porn Battle
THE PORN BATTLE COMMENCESTo join the battle, all you need to do is write the porniest bit of fiction you can, or make the hottest manip or painting. That's all folks - just one bit of steamy, panty-wetting porn. Any fandom, or original fiction, any type of pairing (het, slash, threesomes, whatever), no limits on content! Make it as kinky or as ( Read more... )
Sam caught her by the front of her orange jumpsuit and shoved her back into the viper, leaning into her and kissing her. It wasn't a very nice kiss, but it felt good to be doing something, anything, with her lips that wasn't breathing and talking. Arms slid around her waist and then Kara was kissing her back.
Vaguely, Sam figured the Galactica could go down in flames, and she wouldn't notice. Not with Kara's lips on hers.
She abruptly pulled back, and leaned her forehead against Kara's, shivering a little with the need running through her. The need to touch her, taste her, feel Kara come apart against her. "I--"
"Storage room sounds good, Carter."
"Right." Sam stepped away, caught Kara's hand and started across the deck to the hall leading to the storage room. It was the nearest empty space. And most of the deck crew new better than to be anywhere near the it after a CAP. Too many pilots needed the relief of tension. Some of them had even gone to such lengths as to stick a small pile of blankets for use in a corner.
Sam shoved the hatch open and dragged Kara in, immediately turning and kissing her again, pushing her into the wall while the hatch was still open.
"Unless," Kara murmured against her lips, "You plan on sharing me, Carter..."
Flushing a little, Sam moved to slam the hatch closed.
Kara caught her from behind, pressing her against the bulkhead. "You're really horny."
Not bothering to answer, Sam turned and kissed her again, one hand working at the fastenings of Kara's coveralls. They were far easier to get into than her flight suit and two seconds later, she had Kara's breasts within reach. She cupped one, rolling her thumb up to brush the nipple.
Kara moaned against her mouth, arching into the touch. Her hands tugged at Sam's flight suit.
"No." Sam slid her lips to Kara's neck and licked. "Me, first."
"You tellin' me not to move, Sam?"
Sam pulled back and smirked, thumb brushing over the nipple again. "Depends. You going to cooperate?"
"Make me." Kara challenged, moving to unzip Sam's flight suit.
"Do I have to order you?" asked Sam, reluctantly releasing Kara's breast and catching Kara's hands in her own. She leaned into Kara again, tugging her arms up over both their heads. "Or is this going to require attention to detail?"
Kara squirmed against her, one leg hooking around hers. "I don't behave for anyone, Sam."
"So I've noticed." Releasing one hand, Sam skimmed her fingers through the opening in the coverall and stroked Kara's belly. She nudged her Kara's thighs apart with her leg, "No moving, Lieutenant."
Kara's free hand groped her ass. "No, sir."
Snorting, Sam slipped her hand into Kara's pants, teasing beneath the edge of her underwear. She was slick and ready, and Sam slid two fingers into her without asking. Kara gasped.
"Going to behave?" Sam asked lazily, stroking her fingers in and out slowly.
"Nope." The hand on her ass squeezed, although Kara's breath sped up.
Sam slid her thumb over Kara's clit, moving to kiss her as she gasped. She did it again, moving thumb and fingers in tandem until Kara was whimpering into her mouth.
Then she stopped, pulled her hand out and stepped back.
"Sam?" Kara eyed her, panting and flushed.
"Hands above your head, Lieutenant. Now."
"Mmm. Like this?" Kara licked her lips and slid her arms over her head, lacing her fingers together. She was smirking.
"Good job." Stepping closer, Sam reached out and brushed her fingers over Kara's half-uncovered breasts.
Kara growled, "Sam."
Chuckling, Sam leaned over and kissed her, sliding her hand into Kara's pants again to finish what she'd started. Surprisingly, Kara stayed relatively still. Sam doubted it would last past her orgasm. Impatient, she stroked her fingers quicker, mouth capturing every sound Kara made until she shuddered underneath the assault.
Sam barely had time to register Kara's release before the other woman's hands were tugging at her flight suit again. "My turn."
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