laura/kara, 'sacrifice'
Title: Sacrifice
Author: pocketwitch
Pairing: Laura Rosln/Kara Thrace
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 2.
Author's Note: Part 8 of my Laura/Kara series (yes, the one that was originally meant to be a one-shot ...)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Offshoot #1: Unsaid
mesoterica is the most incredible beta ever to beta. She doesn't just deserve any old Girl Scout Cookies, she deserves Samoas.
“I don’t expect you to always be at my beck and call, you know.”
“What?”
Laura smiled, raised an eyebrow. Brushed her fingers through Kara’s hair. “You don’t have to shuttle over here every time I express an interest in seeing you. If you’re not feeling up to it, or you have other plans, I assure you I won’t fly into a rage.”
“You think I’d be here if I didn’t want to be?”
“I think this is the first time you’ve ever been far away when you’ve kissed me. I think you’re brooding over something, and either you want to tell me about it or you don’t. If you don’t, perhaps we should try this another night.”
Kara sighed, leaned back into the sofa, closed her eyes. “It’s stupid. And you won’t like it.”
“Either you want to tell me about it or you don’t.”
Her eyes opened again; sought out Laura’s. Studying. Appraising. Laura met them evenly. Waited.
“I tried to frak Lee.”
“Tried?”
“He stopped it. It was … idiotic, the whole thing. I just wanted a frak, and … I don’t know what he wanted. Something else. I don’t even know why I tried in the first place.”
A small grin played at Laura’s mouth; her tone was decidedly casual. “Wanting a frak isn’t a good enough reason?”
Kara’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not angry?”
Laura’s chuckle was low and rueful. “Because my lover, who is half my age, and whom I never acknowledge in public, may want a sex life that doesn’t always revolve entirely around me?”
“Well, yeah,” Kara responded, her mouth quirking up at the side. “Something like that.”
“What you do when you’re not with me is none of my business. Unless you want it to be.”
“You don’t mind me talking about it?”
“Do you think I haven’t thought about this before?” The tilt of Kara’s head was enough to answer Laura’s question. Kara did not suspect the extent to which Laura had pondered, agonized. Not over the idea of sharing Kara; that was something that she had expected she was doing from the start, whether she knew about it or not.
Laura was no longer dying. Kara was no longer her last wish. This was no longer rooted safely in the realm of the temporary. She would not disappear from Kara’s life, leaving her to grieve, to mourn, to move on.
Whether to continue with this relationship - continue into the realm of the indefinite, continue to complicate Kara’s life, continue to allow Kara to complicate hers - had been a difficult choice for Laura to make. The fact that it was the only choice had not for a second made it easy.
“I don’t expect to keep you to myself, Kara. I told you that you’d find Anders again. At the time I didn’t think I’d live to see it. Now it seems that I will, and for better or for worse neither of us has chosen to end this. I imagine that choice will involve some … adjustments … for both of us as time goes on.”
“If I find him again, and he still … you wouldn’t …”
“Make you choose?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t see what the point in that would be. You have to live your life. I don’t want any restrictions between us and I really don’t want you to ever be afraid to talk to me. Gods know you’ve done your share of supporting me when I needed it, I’d like to think I could offer the same to you.”
“Somehow talking to you about man trouble just seems weird.”
“I’m sure it does,” she stated, nodding. “Maybe you’ll just have to get used to the idea. Besides, you could find far less qualified confidantes. There doesn’t have to be frakking involved for me to understand the difficulties of dealing with Adama men.”
For a moment they watched each other, expressions neutral. For a moment. And then they were both laughing, loud and wild peals that started as giggles and grew to cackles as they gasped for breath, leaned toward each other.
Kara’s hand was on Laura’s thigh as they calmed, gradually, and Laura was still slightly winded when she spoke, though her voice had no difficulty transitioning once more to seriousness.
“There is only one thing I would ask.”
Fingertips lazy along Laura’s leg, trailing from knee to hip, eyes focusing once more on Laura’s, her own laughter a bit more of a struggle to banish fully. “What is it?”
“When you are with me, I want you to be with me. If you can’t, for whatever reason, then don’t.”
Kara nodded, the laughter now gone completely from her voice. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I won’t.”
“Good. Now.” She covered Kara’s hand with her own, pressing it against the inside of her thigh. “Are you with me?”
Kara’s breath caught, and she scooted closer to Laura, her fingers curling against Laura’s leg, sliding against the fabric of her nightgown. “Yes ma’am.”
“Glad to hear it.”
And Laura’s hands shot out whipfast to Kara’s face, holding firm as Laura moved in to kiss her, to kiss her hard, to plunge her tongue into Kara’s mouth, to push her back, back until she was lying on the sofa, Laura perched over her, still kissing, kissing until Kara was dizzy and gasping, until Laura herself heaved a breath against Kara’s mouth and then went right back to it, her claim on Kara’s mouth ferocious.
The kissing didn’t slow as Laura released Kara’s face, reached down to unfasten Kara’s pants, fingers nimble, efficient. Unfastened, pulled down, down as far as she could, clothes bunched around Kara’s knees before Laura released her mouth - but not before biting down on her lower lip, biting down with a force that made Kara yelp - and only for as long as it took to pull clothing off, away, to toss it aside and lean back in, pressing against Kara, pinning her, running her tongue broadly against the bite mark before thrusting it once more between her lips.
By the time Laura let her go Kara was panting. Eyes wide, staring up at Laura, staring at this woman claiming her with sudden fierceness. Laura’s eyes were as ruthless as her tongue, commanding full attention as she raised a hand, took three fingers into her mouth, wetting them thoroughly before sliding them out, her tongue darting across her fingertips just before her hand lowered to press between Kara’s legs.
Her head lowered with her hand, mouth to Kara’s once more, but this time she hovered; lips dusting across Kara’s, her soft, even breaths hushed against Kara’s ragged gasps.
She touched a kiss to the left corner of Kara’s mouth as she slid one finger inside. She did the same to the right, a second finger joining the first. Kara’s hands were at her hips now, clinging, and she did not hesitate, her lips pressing squarely against Kara’s as she added the third finger, pushed them in deep, growling against Kara’s mouth, growling at the feel of Kara wrapped around her fingers, wrapped and shifting, landscape rolling and changing as Kara’s hips strained and finally Laura began to thrust. She started slow, slow and deep, her head raising just enough to watch Kara, and Kara’s eyes were wary, Kara’s breath was labored, Kara’s fingers were digging into her flesh, but Kara was moving with her. Kara was meeting her thrusts and as her pace increased - and it did increase, and rapidly at that, moving with no more hesitation than her confidence required - Kara started to moan, allowed her eyes to fall shut.
Laura’s fingers were relentless. Fast and deep and faster and deeper and Kara had one leg hanging off the side of the sofa, foot planted on the floor, the other raised, hooked around Laura, her hands held firmly to Laura’s hips, anchoring herself with a desperation that would surely leave marks.
The rhythm that Laura sustained was rough and demanding and as soon as it was set she matched it once again with her kisses and Kara was squirming, whimpering, clutching. Laura frakked her without pity. Laura frakked her without mercy. Laura frakked her until the sounds from her throat reminded Laura of what she heard echoing in her own head whenever she hung in the balance of Kara’s hands and mouth, needing, helpless.
And then Laura frakked her harder. Harder, her tongue buried in Kara’s mouth effectively preventing words, allowing for nothing but inarticulate cries. Harder, and Kara was shaking, and she didn’t have to plead with words, didn’t have to ask with her voice; the vehemence of her hips shoving onto Laura’s fingers bypassed language.
Harder, and her thumb on Kara’s clit gave no warning, was just there, suddenly, circling, firm, and Kara’s orgasm gave no warning, was just there, and Kara was coming, bucking against Laura so hard that Laura had to reclaim her balance, was at once reminded of the strength of this woman beneath her. Kara was coming and her howls were muffled vibrations pouring into Laura’s mouth. Kara was coming and Laura wondered if her fingers would bruise from the force of the clenching.
It ended like it started, sudden, all at once, and Kara stilled, fingers uncurling from Laura’s hips, arms falling limp. Laura pressed one gentle kiss to Kara’s lips before sitting up, withdrawing her hand, slowly, resting it against Kara’s thigh, slick fingers brushing lazy strokes across Kara’s skin.
Kara’s eyes were open. Open and Laura’s breath caught, Laura stared down at her, her hand not at Kara’s thigh spreading against Kara’s chest, palm pressing against it.
Kara watched Laura’s hand rising and falling more slowly as she recovered. For several moments there was no motion save breath.
When Kara smiled it was full and bright. When Kara smiled Laura was smiling back before she was aware of it. When Kara spoke her voice was soft and craggy.
“That was unexpected.”
“Yes. It was.”
“What, you hadn’t planned on pouncing on me and frakking me senseless?”
“I don’t usually plan these things in advance. I’m hardly the strategist that you are.”
“Liar.”
Laura snorted. “You said you wanted a frak.”
Kara’s eyes widened with the realization. She raised a hand to Laura’s shoulder. “You didn’t have to -“
“Stop telling me what I don’t have to do. I don’t give because I have to. No more than you do.”
Laura’s tone was scolding, almost harsh, and Kara’s expression was abashed, fingers apologetic against Laura’s skin. “I know. It’s … hard.”
“I know. Get used to it.” She smiled then, smiled with all the warmth absent from her voice, and Kara’s returned smile was as pleased as it was sheepish.
Sheepish, for a moment, and then impish, her hand brushing at the strap of Laura’s nightgown, brushing it off of Laura’s shoulder.
And Laura was aching for it, the heat of Kara’s pleasure still coursing through her, unsated. Laura was aching and Laura could barely imagine how Kara so frequently went without, gave with such intensity, gave and elicited such response, gave and gave and gave and seemed satisfied. Laura was aching, but Laura was determined.
A hand raised to put the strap back in place. Words allowing for no appeal. “Not tonight.”
Kara frowned. “You don’t want -“
Laura leaned down, swiped her tongue along Kara’s ear. “Desperately. But tonight was yours.” Kara tried to protest, but Laura interrupted, and her voice was a grinning whisper, a promise, a challenge.
“Make it up to me next time.”
Author: pocketwitch
Pairing: Laura Rosln/Kara Thrace
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 2.
Author's Note: Part 8 of my Laura/Kara series (yes, the one that was originally meant to be a one-shot ...)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Offshoot #1: Unsaid
mesoterica is the most incredible beta ever to beta. She doesn't just deserve any old Girl Scout Cookies, she deserves Samoas.
“I don’t expect you to always be at my beck and call, you know.”
“What?”
Laura smiled, raised an eyebrow. Brushed her fingers through Kara’s hair. “You don’t have to shuttle over here every time I express an interest in seeing you. If you’re not feeling up to it, or you have other plans, I assure you I won’t fly into a rage.”
“You think I’d be here if I didn’t want to be?”
“I think this is the first time you’ve ever been far away when you’ve kissed me. I think you’re brooding over something, and either you want to tell me about it or you don’t. If you don’t, perhaps we should try this another night.”
Kara sighed, leaned back into the sofa, closed her eyes. “It’s stupid. And you won’t like it.”
“Either you want to tell me about it or you don’t.”
Her eyes opened again; sought out Laura’s. Studying. Appraising. Laura met them evenly. Waited.
“I tried to frak Lee.”
“Tried?”
“He stopped it. It was … idiotic, the whole thing. I just wanted a frak, and … I don’t know what he wanted. Something else. I don’t even know why I tried in the first place.”
A small grin played at Laura’s mouth; her tone was decidedly casual. “Wanting a frak isn’t a good enough reason?”
Kara’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not angry?”
Laura’s chuckle was low and rueful. “Because my lover, who is half my age, and whom I never acknowledge in public, may want a sex life that doesn’t always revolve entirely around me?”
“Well, yeah,” Kara responded, her mouth quirking up at the side. “Something like that.”
“What you do when you’re not with me is none of my business. Unless you want it to be.”
“You don’t mind me talking about it?”
“Do you think I haven’t thought about this before?” The tilt of Kara’s head was enough to answer Laura’s question. Kara did not suspect the extent to which Laura had pondered, agonized. Not over the idea of sharing Kara; that was something that she had expected she was doing from the start, whether she knew about it or not.
Laura was no longer dying. Kara was no longer her last wish. This was no longer rooted safely in the realm of the temporary. She would not disappear from Kara’s life, leaving her to grieve, to mourn, to move on.
Whether to continue with this relationship - continue into the realm of the indefinite, continue to complicate Kara’s life, continue to allow Kara to complicate hers - had been a difficult choice for Laura to make. The fact that it was the only choice had not for a second made it easy.
“I don’t expect to keep you to myself, Kara. I told you that you’d find Anders again. At the time I didn’t think I’d live to see it. Now it seems that I will, and for better or for worse neither of us has chosen to end this. I imagine that choice will involve some … adjustments … for both of us as time goes on.”
“If I find him again, and he still … you wouldn’t …”
“Make you choose?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t see what the point in that would be. You have to live your life. I don’t want any restrictions between us and I really don’t want you to ever be afraid to talk to me. Gods know you’ve done your share of supporting me when I needed it, I’d like to think I could offer the same to you.”
“Somehow talking to you about man trouble just seems weird.”
“I’m sure it does,” she stated, nodding. “Maybe you’ll just have to get used to the idea. Besides, you could find far less qualified confidantes. There doesn’t have to be frakking involved for me to understand the difficulties of dealing with Adama men.”
For a moment they watched each other, expressions neutral. For a moment. And then they were both laughing, loud and wild peals that started as giggles and grew to cackles as they gasped for breath, leaned toward each other.
Kara’s hand was on Laura’s thigh as they calmed, gradually, and Laura was still slightly winded when she spoke, though her voice had no difficulty transitioning once more to seriousness.
“There is only one thing I would ask.”
Fingertips lazy along Laura’s leg, trailing from knee to hip, eyes focusing once more on Laura’s, her own laughter a bit more of a struggle to banish fully. “What is it?”
“When you are with me, I want you to be with me. If you can’t, for whatever reason, then don’t.”
Kara nodded, the laughter now gone completely from her voice. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I won’t.”
“Good. Now.” She covered Kara’s hand with her own, pressing it against the inside of her thigh. “Are you with me?”
Kara’s breath caught, and she scooted closer to Laura, her fingers curling against Laura’s leg, sliding against the fabric of her nightgown. “Yes ma’am.”
“Glad to hear it.”
And Laura’s hands shot out whipfast to Kara’s face, holding firm as Laura moved in to kiss her, to kiss her hard, to plunge her tongue into Kara’s mouth, to push her back, back until she was lying on the sofa, Laura perched over her, still kissing, kissing until Kara was dizzy and gasping, until Laura herself heaved a breath against Kara’s mouth and then went right back to it, her claim on Kara’s mouth ferocious.
The kissing didn’t slow as Laura released Kara’s face, reached down to unfasten Kara’s pants, fingers nimble, efficient. Unfastened, pulled down, down as far as she could, clothes bunched around Kara’s knees before Laura released her mouth - but not before biting down on her lower lip, biting down with a force that made Kara yelp - and only for as long as it took to pull clothing off, away, to toss it aside and lean back in, pressing against Kara, pinning her, running her tongue broadly against the bite mark before thrusting it once more between her lips.
By the time Laura let her go Kara was panting. Eyes wide, staring up at Laura, staring at this woman claiming her with sudden fierceness. Laura’s eyes were as ruthless as her tongue, commanding full attention as she raised a hand, took three fingers into her mouth, wetting them thoroughly before sliding them out, her tongue darting across her fingertips just before her hand lowered to press between Kara’s legs.
Her head lowered with her hand, mouth to Kara’s once more, but this time she hovered; lips dusting across Kara’s, her soft, even breaths hushed against Kara’s ragged gasps.
She touched a kiss to the left corner of Kara’s mouth as she slid one finger inside. She did the same to the right, a second finger joining the first. Kara’s hands were at her hips now, clinging, and she did not hesitate, her lips pressing squarely against Kara’s as she added the third finger, pushed them in deep, growling against Kara’s mouth, growling at the feel of Kara wrapped around her fingers, wrapped and shifting, landscape rolling and changing as Kara’s hips strained and finally Laura began to thrust. She started slow, slow and deep, her head raising just enough to watch Kara, and Kara’s eyes were wary, Kara’s breath was labored, Kara’s fingers were digging into her flesh, but Kara was moving with her. Kara was meeting her thrusts and as her pace increased - and it did increase, and rapidly at that, moving with no more hesitation than her confidence required - Kara started to moan, allowed her eyes to fall shut.
Laura’s fingers were relentless. Fast and deep and faster and deeper and Kara had one leg hanging off the side of the sofa, foot planted on the floor, the other raised, hooked around Laura, her hands held firmly to Laura’s hips, anchoring herself with a desperation that would surely leave marks.
The rhythm that Laura sustained was rough and demanding and as soon as it was set she matched it once again with her kisses and Kara was squirming, whimpering, clutching. Laura frakked her without pity. Laura frakked her without mercy. Laura frakked her until the sounds from her throat reminded Laura of what she heard echoing in her own head whenever she hung in the balance of Kara’s hands and mouth, needing, helpless.
And then Laura frakked her harder. Harder, her tongue buried in Kara’s mouth effectively preventing words, allowing for nothing but inarticulate cries. Harder, and Kara was shaking, and she didn’t have to plead with words, didn’t have to ask with her voice; the vehemence of her hips shoving onto Laura’s fingers bypassed language.
Harder, and her thumb on Kara’s clit gave no warning, was just there, suddenly, circling, firm, and Kara’s orgasm gave no warning, was just there, and Kara was coming, bucking against Laura so hard that Laura had to reclaim her balance, was at once reminded of the strength of this woman beneath her. Kara was coming and her howls were muffled vibrations pouring into Laura’s mouth. Kara was coming and Laura wondered if her fingers would bruise from the force of the clenching.
It ended like it started, sudden, all at once, and Kara stilled, fingers uncurling from Laura’s hips, arms falling limp. Laura pressed one gentle kiss to Kara’s lips before sitting up, withdrawing her hand, slowly, resting it against Kara’s thigh, slick fingers brushing lazy strokes across Kara’s skin.
Kara’s eyes were open. Open and Laura’s breath caught, Laura stared down at her, her hand not at Kara’s thigh spreading against Kara’s chest, palm pressing against it.
Kara watched Laura’s hand rising and falling more slowly as she recovered. For several moments there was no motion save breath.
When Kara smiled it was full and bright. When Kara smiled Laura was smiling back before she was aware of it. When Kara spoke her voice was soft and craggy.
“That was unexpected.”
“Yes. It was.”
“What, you hadn’t planned on pouncing on me and frakking me senseless?”
“I don’t usually plan these things in advance. I’m hardly the strategist that you are.”
“Liar.”
Laura snorted. “You said you wanted a frak.”
Kara’s eyes widened with the realization. She raised a hand to Laura’s shoulder. “You didn’t have to -“
“Stop telling me what I don’t have to do. I don’t give because I have to. No more than you do.”
Laura’s tone was scolding, almost harsh, and Kara’s expression was abashed, fingers apologetic against Laura’s skin. “I know. It’s … hard.”
“I know. Get used to it.” She smiled then, smiled with all the warmth absent from her voice, and Kara’s returned smile was as pleased as it was sheepish.
Sheepish, for a moment, and then impish, her hand brushing at the strap of Laura’s nightgown, brushing it off of Laura’s shoulder.
And Laura was aching for it, the heat of Kara’s pleasure still coursing through her, unsated. Laura was aching and Laura could barely imagine how Kara so frequently went without, gave with such intensity, gave and elicited such response, gave and gave and gave and seemed satisfied. Laura was aching, but Laura was determined.
A hand raised to put the strap back in place. Words allowing for no appeal. “Not tonight.”
Kara frowned. “You don’t want -“
Laura leaned down, swiped her tongue along Kara’s ear. “Desperately. But tonight was yours.” Kara tried to protest, but Laura interrupted, and her voice was a grinning whisper, a promise, a challenge.
“Make it up to me next time.”