Ice Cream Sandwich (Blakes 7/coc-Dayna/Avon/Cally/Explicit Het Sex)
Title: Ice Cream Sandwich
Author: Entropy_house
Rating: Fairly explicit hetero sex; strongly implied girlslash
Warnings: Playful, even silly in places
Word count: 1400 words
Summary: Women who know what they want, get what they want.
(the prompt was: Avon's out of his depth - "We'll all die eventually anyway, might as well have fun in the meanwhile.")
Ice Cream Sandwich
Dayna had been sleeping with Cally since coming on board Liberator. Cally missed her clone sisters and Dayna missed her adoptive sister, Lauren. Most of the time all they did was cuddle, because they preferred men but Cally explained how that could get complicated on a ship with three men and two women.
But even the most ingenious toys and friendly caresses just weren't enough for Dayna. "A girl's got needs, damn it," she told Cally one night, throwing her latest invention, the Vibropussy, across the rooom. "I want MEAT!"
Cally laughed. "We could talk Avon into letting us have a holiday."
Dayna frowned and threw herself sulkily into a chair. "I don't want a rent-a-boy. They're all the same."
"How would you know?" Cally asked, as she curled herself up to practise Auron yoga.
"I saw the vids in Avon's room."
"Dayna!" Cally sat up, shocked. "You should not have invaded his privacy!"
"I haven't invaded his privacy.... yet! Look, Cally, I know he likes men, but he likes women, too. And he's not like Tarrant, he won't get all gallant about sex. Or like Vila, make a big deal about it, and be upset if we decide not to do it again."
"We?"
"Well, you don't think I'd go and have Avon all by myself! I'm not selfish!" Dayna went over to Cally and cuddled up next to her, opening her eyes wide and looking as sweet as a kitten. "Please? Look, Cally, I know we're going to get killed one of these days, but I want to have a little fun first!"
Cally was weakening. "Well... what if Avon doesn't want us?"
Dayna grinned and bounced to her feet. "What? He's not blind! He can see how beautiful and desirable and clever and wonderful..." At that point, Cally broke out into giggles. Dayna laughed, and said, "Look, if he's watching those horrible porn vids for relief, then he certainly won't say no, provided we tell him it's just... you know, for stress relief, that's all. And we're not expecting anything else."
Cally sighed. "You're not going to let up on this, are you?"
"No." Dayna went to their shared closet and began rummaging. "Help me find something that'll knock Avon's eyeballs out of his head."
"Oh, all right. The worst he can do is say no." Cally got up and began holding dresses up to Dayna, eying them critically.
----------@^@----------
Avon answered his door announcer with a 'What is it, I'm busy,' that wasn't really a question.
"It's me," Dayna said, "and Cally. We need to see you."
"Later."
"Avon, I could blow the door in," Dayna said, ignoring Cally's frantic negative headshaking.
The door slid open and Avon stood in the opening, giving Dayna a half-powered glare. "What is so impor...?" Avon's voice trailed off in mid-protest. Dayna was wearing a white lace gown that faithfully followed her contours, setting off the lovely velvet dark of her skin. Next to her, Cally was in red satin cut up to the waist at the thigh and down to the navel from the throat. Avon visibly swallowed. "What the hell is this?"
Cally rolled her eyes at Dayna. "You're right. He must be as badly in need of sexual relief as we are. Avon... can't you guess?"
"Ah." Avon backed up. "Crew relations... bad... and Dayna's too young... and you're alien..."
Dayna and Cally followed Avon into the room, shutting and locking the door panel behind them. "Avon," Dayna said in a voice like sun-warmed honey, "darling... we only want to fuck your brains out. Then we'll let you go back to giving orders."
"Yes," Cally added. "It's nothing to do with romance, or anything silly like that. We just want to use you sexually, without regard for your feelings. And then we'll forget all about you, and not have any more respect for you in the morning than we do now. Or any less, I suppose."
Avon blinked. "Ah. Well, I do prefer to make the advances, myself."
Dayna pinned him up against the wall with her breasts. "We know you've been busy. We're just saving you time. Isn't this more efficient?" She put a hand down to his crotch and measured him. "Nice."
Avon coughed. His voice deepened. "Dayna, I'm old enough to be your father."
"Oh, good, I hope you learned something in all those years." Dayna began running her nails up and down the increasingly obvious bulge in his trousers. "I love learning new things."
Cally stripped while Dayna kept Avon occupied. "We already visited the med-unit, so you don't have to worry about a thing. Just... "
"Lie back and think of the rebellion?" Avon said as sarcastically as he could manage with Dayna fondling his balls.
"If that arouses you." Cally went to his bed and programmed it to expand to triple its normal size.
"Oh, come on," Dayna said. "Please?"
Avon sighed. "All right. But only because you won't go away until I do." Avon grabbed Dayna and kissed her fiercely. Dayna responded in kind. Cally hummed and checked her fingernail varnish for a few minutes.
Dayna, Cally said telepathically. I thought we were going to share?
Dayna broke away from Avon, and giggled. "Come to bed, Avon. We'll be gentle."
Avon laughed and began undressing. "I hope not." After a few seconds, Cally began 'helping' him while Dayna peeled out of her dress, which took less time than getting off Avon's first layer of clothes.
"Honestly Avon, you should have your circulation checked," Cally said after they got off the leather over-vest, the suede jacket, the pima cotton shirt, and the knit turtleneck, only to be faced with a sleeveless undershirt. "You shouldn't be that cold!"
"It can't be that," Dayna remarked, having ripped off his boots and unzipped his trousers to discover a distinct lack of underpants. "Unless he's got a different circulatory system below the waist." She eyed his erection and took it in hand like a wriggly puppy. "Hmmm..."
Avon's normally pale complexion had already been flushed with arousal, but his cheeks brightened even more at Dayna's words. "Perhaps I'm sensitive."
Cally grinned. "In any particular place?" Experimentally, she leaned forward to take one of his nipples in her mouth.
"AHHH!" Avon yelped. "Don't do that!"
Cally pulled back, disappointed.
"I meant, without warning." Avon pulled her close and kissed her, using plenty of tongue. Cally giggled in his mind as she and Dayna guided him to the bed.
"Me, first," Dayna declared, wrestling Avon flat on his back. Somehow, Avon didn't quite manage to resist her. Possibly the handgrip she had on his genitals had something to do with it.
We don't have to take turns, Cally thought to both of them at once.
"Well, he's only got one cock." Dayna gave it a squeeze. "But it's a very nice one!"
Avon yelped. "Dayna! Have a care!"
"Oh, don't be such a baby. I read all about it. It won't break from a squeeze." She grinned evilly.
Avon eyed her uneasily. "I'd rather you didn't break it at all. I'm quite attached to it."
Dayna giggled and mounted him, bringing his hands up to fondle her breasts. Avon stopped complaining in order to moan as she tightened on him. Her face glistened and her eyes were darker than ever. "Oh, Avon! That's so good!" She started riding him hard.
Cally watched for a moment and then she got on the bed and straddled Avon's shoulders. You know what to do, she thought at him as she knelt above his face. Avon looked rebellious for a moment. I taste like chocolate.
Avon's curiosity got the better of him. He opened his mouth and began licking the delicate flesh she offered him. Cally moaned into his mind, and did something that felt like orgasm, even though his body didn't come. He gasped and licked harder, bucking his hips up hard.
Dayna yelled and bounced on him.
Cally insinuated her mind fingers into crevices Avon hadn't suspected he owned, and drove him completely insane.
The bed creaked.
A lot.
----------@^@----------
Much, much, much later, the women lay one to either side of Avon, cuddling him and playing with his chest hair. Avon turned an accusing look on Cally. "You lied. You don't taste like chocolate."
Cally smiled. "Yes, I do. You've never had Auron chocolate."
Dayna giggled.
Author: Entropy_house
Rating: Fairly explicit hetero sex; strongly implied girlslash
Warnings: Playful, even silly in places
Word count: 1400 words
Summary: Women who know what they want, get what they want.
(the prompt was: Avon's out of his depth - "We'll all die eventually anyway, might as well have fun in the meanwhile.")
Ice Cream Sandwich
Dayna had been sleeping with Cally since coming on board Liberator. Cally missed her clone sisters and Dayna missed her adoptive sister, Lauren. Most of the time all they did was cuddle, because they preferred men but Cally explained how that could get complicated on a ship with three men and two women.
But even the most ingenious toys and friendly caresses just weren't enough for Dayna. "A girl's got needs, damn it," she told Cally one night, throwing her latest invention, the Vibropussy, across the rooom. "I want MEAT!"
Cally laughed. "We could talk Avon into letting us have a holiday."
Dayna frowned and threw herself sulkily into a chair. "I don't want a rent-a-boy. They're all the same."
"How would you know?" Cally asked, as she curled herself up to practise Auron yoga.
"I saw the vids in Avon's room."
"Dayna!" Cally sat up, shocked. "You should not have invaded his privacy!"
"I haven't invaded his privacy.... yet! Look, Cally, I know he likes men, but he likes women, too. And he's not like Tarrant, he won't get all gallant about sex. Or like Vila, make a big deal about it, and be upset if we decide not to do it again."
"We?"
"Well, you don't think I'd go and have Avon all by myself! I'm not selfish!" Dayna went over to Cally and cuddled up next to her, opening her eyes wide and looking as sweet as a kitten. "Please? Look, Cally, I know we're going to get killed one of these days, but I want to have a little fun first!"
Cally was weakening. "Well... what if Avon doesn't want us?"
Dayna grinned and bounced to her feet. "What? He's not blind! He can see how beautiful and desirable and clever and wonderful..." At that point, Cally broke out into giggles. Dayna laughed, and said, "Look, if he's watching those horrible porn vids for relief, then he certainly won't say no, provided we tell him it's just... you know, for stress relief, that's all. And we're not expecting anything else."
Cally sighed. "You're not going to let up on this, are you?"
"No." Dayna went to their shared closet and began rummaging. "Help me find something that'll knock Avon's eyeballs out of his head."
"Oh, all right. The worst he can do is say no." Cally got up and began holding dresses up to Dayna, eying them critically.
----------@^@----------
Avon answered his door announcer with a 'What is it, I'm busy,' that wasn't really a question.
"It's me," Dayna said, "and Cally. We need to see you."
"Later."
"Avon, I could blow the door in," Dayna said, ignoring Cally's frantic negative headshaking.
The door slid open and Avon stood in the opening, giving Dayna a half-powered glare. "What is so impor...?" Avon's voice trailed off in mid-protest. Dayna was wearing a white lace gown that faithfully followed her contours, setting off the lovely velvet dark of her skin. Next to her, Cally was in red satin cut up to the waist at the thigh and down to the navel from the throat. Avon visibly swallowed. "What the hell is this?"
Cally rolled her eyes at Dayna. "You're right. He must be as badly in need of sexual relief as we are. Avon... can't you guess?"
"Ah." Avon backed up. "Crew relations... bad... and Dayna's too young... and you're alien..."
Dayna and Cally followed Avon into the room, shutting and locking the door panel behind them. "Avon," Dayna said in a voice like sun-warmed honey, "darling... we only want to fuck your brains out. Then we'll let you go back to giving orders."
"Yes," Cally added. "It's nothing to do with romance, or anything silly like that. We just want to use you sexually, without regard for your feelings. And then we'll forget all about you, and not have any more respect for you in the morning than we do now. Or any less, I suppose."
Avon blinked. "Ah. Well, I do prefer to make the advances, myself."
Dayna pinned him up against the wall with her breasts. "We know you've been busy. We're just saving you time. Isn't this more efficient?" She put a hand down to his crotch and measured him. "Nice."
Avon coughed. His voice deepened. "Dayna, I'm old enough to be your father."
"Oh, good, I hope you learned something in all those years." Dayna began running her nails up and down the increasingly obvious bulge in his trousers. "I love learning new things."
Cally stripped while Dayna kept Avon occupied. "We already visited the med-unit, so you don't have to worry about a thing. Just... "
"Lie back and think of the rebellion?" Avon said as sarcastically as he could manage with Dayna fondling his balls.
"If that arouses you." Cally went to his bed and programmed it to expand to triple its normal size.
"Oh, come on," Dayna said. "Please?"
Avon sighed. "All right. But only because you won't go away until I do." Avon grabbed Dayna and kissed her fiercely. Dayna responded in kind. Cally hummed and checked her fingernail varnish for a few minutes.
Dayna, Cally said telepathically. I thought we were going to share?
Dayna broke away from Avon, and giggled. "Come to bed, Avon. We'll be gentle."
Avon laughed and began undressing. "I hope not." After a few seconds, Cally began 'helping' him while Dayna peeled out of her dress, which took less time than getting off Avon's first layer of clothes.
"Honestly Avon, you should have your circulation checked," Cally said after they got off the leather over-vest, the suede jacket, the pima cotton shirt, and the knit turtleneck, only to be faced with a sleeveless undershirt. "You shouldn't be that cold!"
"It can't be that," Dayna remarked, having ripped off his boots and unzipped his trousers to discover a distinct lack of underpants. "Unless he's got a different circulatory system below the waist." She eyed his erection and took it in hand like a wriggly puppy. "Hmmm..."
Avon's normally pale complexion had already been flushed with arousal, but his cheeks brightened even more at Dayna's words. "Perhaps I'm sensitive."
Cally grinned. "In any particular place?" Experimentally, she leaned forward to take one of his nipples in her mouth.
"AHHH!" Avon yelped. "Don't do that!"
Cally pulled back, disappointed.
"I meant, without warning." Avon pulled her close and kissed her, using plenty of tongue. Cally giggled in his mind as she and Dayna guided him to the bed.
"Me, first," Dayna declared, wrestling Avon flat on his back. Somehow, Avon didn't quite manage to resist her. Possibly the handgrip she had on his genitals had something to do with it.
We don't have to take turns, Cally thought to both of them at once.
"Well, he's only got one cock." Dayna gave it a squeeze. "But it's a very nice one!"
Avon yelped. "Dayna! Have a care!"
"Oh, don't be such a baby. I read all about it. It won't break from a squeeze." She grinned evilly.
Avon eyed her uneasily. "I'd rather you didn't break it at all. I'm quite attached to it."
Dayna giggled and mounted him, bringing his hands up to fondle her breasts. Avon stopped complaining in order to moan as she tightened on him. Her face glistened and her eyes were darker than ever. "Oh, Avon! That's so good!" She started riding him hard.
Cally watched for a moment and then she got on the bed and straddled Avon's shoulders. You know what to do, she thought at him as she knelt above his face. Avon looked rebellious for a moment. I taste like chocolate.
Avon's curiosity got the better of him. He opened his mouth and began licking the delicate flesh she offered him. Cally moaned into his mind, and did something that felt like orgasm, even though his body didn't come. He gasped and licked harder, bucking his hips up hard.
Dayna yelled and bounced on him.
Cally insinuated her mind fingers into crevices Avon hadn't suspected he owned, and drove him completely insane.
The bed creaked.
A lot.
----------@^@----------
Much, much, much later, the women lay one to either side of Avon, cuddling him and playing with his chest hair. Avon turned an accusing look on Cally. "You lied. You don't taste like chocolate."
Cally smiled. "Yes, I do. You've never had Auron chocolate."
Dayna giggled.