Contagion (Blakes 7/Dayna/Cally/Explicitish FemSlash Sex)
Title:Contagion
Author:entropy_house
Rating:Explicit Femslash sex
Word count:812
Summary: Dayna and Cally discover points of commonality.
(Prompt was Blake's 7, Cally/Dayna, telepathy! - left behind)
Contagion
After Avon left, Cally looked again at the sketch she'd made of Auron. She wished she could draw people, but then, if she could, they'd be cold, static images. Dead. She could look at the buildings in her drawing and pretend that they were still alive, just... not outside.
A tear slowly trickled down her cheek. Her people had hidden from the universe, hidden from a prophecy of death by disease. It was a pity the prophet hadn't been able to name the agent who brought that disease.
"Servalan," she said softly.
"Yes."
Cally looked up to see Dayna standing in the doorway she'd left open after Avon's brief and awkward attempt to console her. Dayna looked fierce and wild, and so beautiful that Cally's heart ached.
"Servalan killed my father, and I'm going to kill her for that." Dayna came close and touched Cally's cheek. "Will you forgive me for taking your revenge? You must hate her more than I do."
Cally closed her eyes. "No. I don't. I don't hate her." She opened her eyes again and looked at Dayna sadly. "Hate...hurts the one who hates. I don't deserve that pain on top of my loss. And neither do you." Cally sighed. "When you kill her, what will you have done to yourself?"
Dayna looked puzzled. "Nothing. I'll be glad she's dead, and my father avenged. Are you saying you wouldn't kill her if you had the chance?"
"I would kill her to prevent her hurting anyone else. Blake understood. He had a chance to kill Travis and refused, because he would have enjoyed it." Cally put down the sketch.
"That's stupid!" Dayna scowled. "If he had killed Travis... Vila told me it was Travis who betrayed everyone to the aliens. If he'd died before that, there would have never been a war, and Servalan would never come to Sarran." Her eyes were bleak. "My father would still be alive if Blake hadn't been too noble to kill Travis."
"Dayna... it's... I wish I could explain. I can't, not with words." Tears began flowing down her cheeks again. "And there is no one left to tell it properly."
Dayna looked appalled. "Don't cry, Cally! Here, you can tell me what you mean, in my mind. Go ahead. Really."
Craving that connection she'd done without for so long, and had so briefly again before her sister was slaughtered with the rest of Auron, Cally's resistance collapsed. She knew it was wrong. It went against all the laws and moral strictures of Auron to do this with someone who could not properly consent. She knew it was the moral equivalent of pederasty. Dayna had no idea what she offered. But it had been so long. And Dayna's mind was beautiful, clean and strong and full of fire.
Cally took Dayna's hands in her own and sent her mind blazing into Dayna's eyes, seeking the truth and wholeness of the young woman's soul. Dayna screamed, eyes wide in sudden terror, paralyzed as Cally plunged into her, merged with her, gave her memories and feelings, hopes and fears, the feel of touching her sister, the love, the laughter and teasing, the tears and loneliness when they were separated. And then Dayna surprised Cally. She couldn't send her thoughts, but she...opened her mind, and let Cally see her with her sister. There was no one else for them. Servalan didn't kill her. Dayna blamed herself. She'd let Lauren stay out alone to protect them, because she was fascinated by Avon, and wanted to spend time with him. It was her fault Lauren died.
Cally reassured her, with soft mind touch, and then with her hands... and her lips... and...she wasn't sure at what point the merging became two-sided, but Dayna was kissing her and pushing up the hem of Cally's tunic and shoving her hand inside her trousers.
They tumbled back onto Cally's bed, which she would have sworn was too small for the both of them, but they managed, they managed very well indeed. So well that they never noticed Avon returning to stare into the open doorway for a long moment before he triggered the seal mechanism and walked off down the corridor.
Dayna was life. Dayna was fierce fire and hot blood and the sudden sharpness of an arrow driving into flesh, a knife into a heart. Dayna was death, and life, and beauty and Cally cried out, coming in mind and body, endlessly jerking with pleasure and the wonder of understanding.
They fell back together, and Dayna smiled at her, a clean, fierce smile. "Now, do you hate Servalan?" Dayna asked.
Cally closed her eyes and stroked Dayna's smooth, hot back. "Yes, I do," she replied softly. "I hate her for what she did to you." And now I am no better than Servalan. Cally wept again, while Dayna held her.
Author:entropy_house
Rating:Explicit Femslash sex
Word count:812
Summary: Dayna and Cally discover points of commonality.
(Prompt was Blake's 7, Cally/Dayna, telepathy! - left behind)
Contagion
After Avon left, Cally looked again at the sketch she'd made of Auron. She wished she could draw people, but then, if she could, they'd be cold, static images. Dead. She could look at the buildings in her drawing and pretend that they were still alive, just... not outside.
A tear slowly trickled down her cheek. Her people had hidden from the universe, hidden from a prophecy of death by disease. It was a pity the prophet hadn't been able to name the agent who brought that disease.
"Servalan," she said softly.
"Yes."
Cally looked up to see Dayna standing in the doorway she'd left open after Avon's brief and awkward attempt to console her. Dayna looked fierce and wild, and so beautiful that Cally's heart ached.
"Servalan killed my father, and I'm going to kill her for that." Dayna came close and touched Cally's cheek. "Will you forgive me for taking your revenge? You must hate her more than I do."
Cally closed her eyes. "No. I don't. I don't hate her." She opened her eyes again and looked at Dayna sadly. "Hate...hurts the one who hates. I don't deserve that pain on top of my loss. And neither do you." Cally sighed. "When you kill her, what will you have done to yourself?"
Dayna looked puzzled. "Nothing. I'll be glad she's dead, and my father avenged. Are you saying you wouldn't kill her if you had the chance?"
"I would kill her to prevent her hurting anyone else. Blake understood. He had a chance to kill Travis and refused, because he would have enjoyed it." Cally put down the sketch.
"That's stupid!" Dayna scowled. "If he had killed Travis... Vila told me it was Travis who betrayed everyone to the aliens. If he'd died before that, there would have never been a war, and Servalan would never come to Sarran." Her eyes were bleak. "My father would still be alive if Blake hadn't been too noble to kill Travis."
"Dayna... it's... I wish I could explain. I can't, not with words." Tears began flowing down her cheeks again. "And there is no one left to tell it properly."
Dayna looked appalled. "Don't cry, Cally! Here, you can tell me what you mean, in my mind. Go ahead. Really."
Craving that connection she'd done without for so long, and had so briefly again before her sister was slaughtered with the rest of Auron, Cally's resistance collapsed. She knew it was wrong. It went against all the laws and moral strictures of Auron to do this with someone who could not properly consent. She knew it was the moral equivalent of pederasty. Dayna had no idea what she offered. But it had been so long. And Dayna's mind was beautiful, clean and strong and full of fire.
Cally took Dayna's hands in her own and sent her mind blazing into Dayna's eyes, seeking the truth and wholeness of the young woman's soul. Dayna screamed, eyes wide in sudden terror, paralyzed as Cally plunged into her, merged with her, gave her memories and feelings, hopes and fears, the feel of touching her sister, the love, the laughter and teasing, the tears and loneliness when they were separated. And then Dayna surprised Cally. She couldn't send her thoughts, but she...opened her mind, and let Cally see her with her sister. There was no one else for them. Servalan didn't kill her. Dayna blamed herself. She'd let Lauren stay out alone to protect them, because she was fascinated by Avon, and wanted to spend time with him. It was her fault Lauren died.
Cally reassured her, with soft mind touch, and then with her hands... and her lips... and...she wasn't sure at what point the merging became two-sided, but Dayna was kissing her and pushing up the hem of Cally's tunic and shoving her hand inside her trousers.
They tumbled back onto Cally's bed, which she would have sworn was too small for the both of them, but they managed, they managed very well indeed. So well that they never noticed Avon returning to stare into the open doorway for a long moment before he triggered the seal mechanism and walked off down the corridor.
Dayna was life. Dayna was fierce fire and hot blood and the sudden sharpness of an arrow driving into flesh, a knife into a heart. Dayna was death, and life, and beauty and Cally cried out, coming in mind and body, endlessly jerking with pleasure and the wonder of understanding.
They fell back together, and Dayna smiled at her, a clean, fierce smile. "Now, do you hate Servalan?" Dayna asked.
Cally closed her eyes and stroked Dayna's smooth, hot back. "Yes, I do," she replied softly. "I hate her for what she did to you." And now I am no better than Servalan. Cally wept again, while Dayna held her.