Fic: Kara/ Caprica
this was an entry for the valentines battle but as usual, i'm late.
it's for a kara/caprica prompt: broken
it's some strong ADULT . set sometime in my head because the timeline is probably after a main character's possible, upcoming demise or a demise in which the galactica crew thinks said cast member is dead but is really with caprica who somehow left galactica too.
so there
Kara/ Caprica---human
Kara felt the sting of a palm against her cheek. Inside her mouth she tasted copper and stroked her tongue over her teeth almost contemplatively. The blonde who dealt the blow stared at her empty hand incredulously.
“Well that didn’t take you long. From love to hate in sixty seconds.”
Kara’s voice sounded rough and coarse in the confines of the make-shift prison as she addressed the cylon in front of her.
The blonde looked up at Kara; confusion writ large over her stunning features.
“What you said, about Gaius. Those were horrible things.”
Kara watched the blonde thoughtfully , said quietly, “I don’t generally write sonnets for traitors.”
The leggy blonde didn’t respond but reached for Kara, smoothing an apology over her lips with her hand.
The pilot thought about collusion. Thought briefly about the collaboration that was happening in this freak-show relationship.
She spoke softly, her words chasing the kiss her lips placed on the palm, “When will you let me go home?”
Kara watched the emotion flicker in the blonde’s eyes. Tried hard not to believe that it was real pain.
The blonde pulled her hand back again, looked down almost sorrowfully at the smear of blood across the heel.
“What do you have to get home to, Kara?”
The pilot felt the cool links of chain around her neck, felt the outline of the dogtag against her chest and ached without needing a reason.
“I belong there. I’m human.”
The blonde pushed Kara back into the pillows behind her, sliding one unbelievably long leg between the pilot’s thighs.
“They don’t love you, Kara. Not like I love you.”
The words thrashed around in Kara’s head. Echoes of her mother hung in her ears.
Kara accepted the weight even as her mind revolted against it.
“You don’t know what love is, honey.”
The blonde dropped her head to Kara’s bare abdomen, her lips tracing the puckered, faded scar before trailing up to her chest.
Kara reluctantly let her eyes closed. Tried hard not to think of Baltar. Tried hard not to remember that this body, and those lips were the reason he sold out their civilization. She tried real hard to convince herself that this was not collaboration.
Caprica’s lips left the underside of her breast and her eyes caught Kara’s.
“It’s not love that makes you human, Kara.”
The pilot dropped her hand to the back of Caprica’s head, coaxing it down again toward her breasts.
Even with her eyes screwed shut and Caprica’s voice a mere whisper against her sensitive flesh, she heard the rest of the statement.
“It’s hate.”
Kara rolled, the silky sheets straining against her legs as she pulled Caprica under her. Her eyes were bright as she looked down at the dangerous smile on the cylon’s face.
“I hate you.”
Caprica surged up, capturing Kara’s lips and rocking their hips together. She felt the human responding passionately, as always. Anger suited Kara Thrace. It made her more than formidable.
Caprica abandoned Kara’s lips momentarily to slide her tongue along the vein in Kara’s neck. Pausing at the point where neck and jaw intersected at an angle, she said into Kara’s skin, “You’re alive.”
Kara gripped Caprica’s throat hard enough to bruise, turning the blonde’s face to meet her own before letting her lips descend feverishly to meet the other woman’s. Caprica’s smile broadened as Kara’s hand came up to cup her breast less than gently.
Caprica’s nipples scraped pleasingly against Kara’s body and hands. Kara brutally pinched a nipple and Caprica squirmed beneath her, unabashedly begging Kara to continue. Kara’s mouth was set in a hard line as she watched the blonde write underneath her. She tasted the remnants of iron in her mouth and dropped again to Caprica, sucking the cylon’s tongue into her mouth as her fingers twisted the nipple between them.
Caprica was mewling now, knowing instinctively that this was the true form of humans. This abandoned, wild, demanding beast that was somehow beautiful and terrifying. Humans were destroyers, but there was something grand in detruction. She ground her hips against Kara’s, sucking one of her fingers between her lips seductively. Kara groaned as the heat of Caprica’s mouth enveloped her finger. She could feel the fingertip pulsing with blood and she stooped her head to pull a nipple into her own lips, mirroring Caprica. The blonde cried out desperately, her love for Kara wrapped up in the needy, hollow sobs. Kara pushed her hand into the space between Caprica’s thighs, sliding two fingers into the warm, sticky entrance of her body. She didn’t wait for the blonde to adjust, immediately began moving her fingers. Caprica’s breath rushed out of her, her fingernails dragging against Kara’s back as the pilot hovered over her.
Kara growled heatedly at the sharp rake of nails over her back. She gave Caprica’s clit a particularly ruthless swipe and smiled as Caprica practically screamed at the touch.
Caprica rocked frantically against Kara’s hand. Her body was nearing critical mass as Kara’s fingers drove her to distraction.
Kara ducked her head again, biting the flesh over Caprica’s shoulder hard enough to leave marks. The cylon peaked spectacularly. The black expanse of space against the tan of her lids was all the cylon could see. She thought about poor Three. One didn’t have to die to have a religious experience. Shattering against the hands and mouth of Kara Thrace was close enough.
Above her Kara panted heavily, her arms and neck marked with the scrapes of Caprica’s fingernails.
Her voice was weaker, hoarse and hopeless.
“You really love me.”
Caprica smiled, wanting to pull Kara close and show her how much.
it's for a kara/caprica prompt: broken
it's some strong ADULT . set sometime in my head because the timeline is probably after a main character's possible, upcoming demise or a demise in which the galactica crew thinks said cast member is dead but is really with caprica who somehow left galactica too.
so there
Kara/ Caprica---human
Kara felt the sting of a palm against her cheek. Inside her mouth she tasted copper and stroked her tongue over her teeth almost contemplatively. The blonde who dealt the blow stared at her empty hand incredulously.
“Well that didn’t take you long. From love to hate in sixty seconds.”
Kara’s voice sounded rough and coarse in the confines of the make-shift prison as she addressed the cylon in front of her.
The blonde looked up at Kara; confusion writ large over her stunning features.
“What you said, about Gaius. Those were horrible things.”
Kara watched the blonde thoughtfully , said quietly, “I don’t generally write sonnets for traitors.”
The leggy blonde didn’t respond but reached for Kara, smoothing an apology over her lips with her hand.
The pilot thought about collusion. Thought briefly about the collaboration that was happening in this freak-show relationship.
She spoke softly, her words chasing the kiss her lips placed on the palm, “When will you let me go home?”
Kara watched the emotion flicker in the blonde’s eyes. Tried hard not to believe that it was real pain.
The blonde pulled her hand back again, looked down almost sorrowfully at the smear of blood across the heel.
“What do you have to get home to, Kara?”
The pilot felt the cool links of chain around her neck, felt the outline of the dogtag against her chest and ached without needing a reason.
“I belong there. I’m human.”
The blonde pushed Kara back into the pillows behind her, sliding one unbelievably long leg between the pilot’s thighs.
“They don’t love you, Kara. Not like I love you.”
The words thrashed around in Kara’s head. Echoes of her mother hung in her ears.
Kara accepted the weight even as her mind revolted against it.
“You don’t know what love is, honey.”
The blonde dropped her head to Kara’s bare abdomen, her lips tracing the puckered, faded scar before trailing up to her chest.
Kara reluctantly let her eyes closed. Tried hard not to think of Baltar. Tried hard not to remember that this body, and those lips were the reason he sold out their civilization. She tried real hard to convince herself that this was not collaboration.
Caprica’s lips left the underside of her breast and her eyes caught Kara’s.
“It’s not love that makes you human, Kara.”
The pilot dropped her hand to the back of Caprica’s head, coaxing it down again toward her breasts.
Even with her eyes screwed shut and Caprica’s voice a mere whisper against her sensitive flesh, she heard the rest of the statement.
“It’s hate.”
Kara rolled, the silky sheets straining against her legs as she pulled Caprica under her. Her eyes were bright as she looked down at the dangerous smile on the cylon’s face.
“I hate you.”
Caprica surged up, capturing Kara’s lips and rocking their hips together. She felt the human responding passionately, as always. Anger suited Kara Thrace. It made her more than formidable.
Caprica abandoned Kara’s lips momentarily to slide her tongue along the vein in Kara’s neck. Pausing at the point where neck and jaw intersected at an angle, she said into Kara’s skin, “You’re alive.”
Kara gripped Caprica’s throat hard enough to bruise, turning the blonde’s face to meet her own before letting her lips descend feverishly to meet the other woman’s. Caprica’s smile broadened as Kara’s hand came up to cup her breast less than gently.
Caprica’s nipples scraped pleasingly against Kara’s body and hands. Kara brutally pinched a nipple and Caprica squirmed beneath her, unabashedly begging Kara to continue. Kara’s mouth was set in a hard line as she watched the blonde write underneath her. She tasted the remnants of iron in her mouth and dropped again to Caprica, sucking the cylon’s tongue into her mouth as her fingers twisted the nipple between them.
Caprica was mewling now, knowing instinctively that this was the true form of humans. This abandoned, wild, demanding beast that was somehow beautiful and terrifying. Humans were destroyers, but there was something grand in detruction. She ground her hips against Kara’s, sucking one of her fingers between her lips seductively. Kara groaned as the heat of Caprica’s mouth enveloped her finger. She could feel the fingertip pulsing with blood and she stooped her head to pull a nipple into her own lips, mirroring Caprica. The blonde cried out desperately, her love for Kara wrapped up in the needy, hollow sobs. Kara pushed her hand into the space between Caprica’s thighs, sliding two fingers into the warm, sticky entrance of her body. She didn’t wait for the blonde to adjust, immediately began moving her fingers. Caprica’s breath rushed out of her, her fingernails dragging against Kara’s back as the pilot hovered over her.
Kara growled heatedly at the sharp rake of nails over her back. She gave Caprica’s clit a particularly ruthless swipe and smiled as Caprica practically screamed at the touch.
Caprica rocked frantically against Kara’s hand. Her body was nearing critical mass as Kara’s fingers drove her to distraction.
Kara ducked her head again, biting the flesh over Caprica’s shoulder hard enough to leave marks. The cylon peaked spectacularly. The black expanse of space against the tan of her lids was all the cylon could see. She thought about poor Three. One didn’t have to die to have a religious experience. Shattering against the hands and mouth of Kara Thrace was close enough.
Above her Kara panted heavily, her arms and neck marked with the scrapes of Caprica’s fingernails.
Her voice was weaker, hoarse and hopeless.
“You really love me.”
Caprica smiled, wanting to pull Kara close and show her how much.