DRABBLE CYCLE: KINKS / BSG2003 / Various Pairings
Title: Extra-curricular
Prompt: altered states
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Cally Henderson
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Summary: You're not really going to use that, are you?
Starbuck barely glanced at the post-flight before her hand whipped out to grab the wrench in Cally's other hand. She hefted in in her fist, her eyes a little glazed from stims, and said, "Might work. 's big enough." She staggered off, mumbling.
Cally hurried after her. She had a feeling about the sultry slur in Starbuck's voice.
"Sir?"
Starbuck turned, swaying in place. "Cally?"
"Yes, sir." Cally looked around, and guided Starbuck into the supply room. "I'd like to make a suggestion, sir?"
"Can't it wait? Got somethin' to take care of."
Cally let her eyes drift down to the wrench, then back up to meet Starbuck's eyes. "I think a hand would work better, sir. And who knows who's touched that wrench?"
Starbuck's eyes gleamed. "A hand? You gotta hand in mind, Specialist?"
Cally held up her hands, palms out, one flat, one curled into a fist.
Starbuck ripped at her fastenings. "Can't get all the way undressed. No time."
"It's okay, sir. I know what to do." She backed Starbuck to a table and pushed her facedown. She yanked Starbuck's shorts down and carefully, firmly, worked her fingers inside. When she tightened her hand into a fist and worked her clit with the other hand, Starbuck shuddered and collapsed.
She let Starbuck recover, pulled her clothes back together, and helped her to stand again.
"They teach that in Specialist School, Cally?"
"Dental School, sir."
"Good to know." Starbuck swaggered off, ready for another go at the cylons.
Title: Whipped
Prompt: whipped
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Helena Cain/Gina Inviere
Rating: PG
Word count: 153
Summary: She'd never admit it out loud.
She didn't know what it was about Gina, but she made Helena burn. All she had to do was look at her, and Helena's skin blazed with need. She was currently going over the upgrade plans with the department heads, and Helena sat, silent, in her chair at the head of the table.
As much as she preferred to stand during meetings, waste as little time as possible, today she was grateful for the support of the chair. The egg vibrated in a varying pattern, somehow harder every time Gina looked at her. It was all she could do to keep her face in its habitual scowl.
Sitting for meetings. Wearing a toy with someone else at the controls. Two nights ago, Gina'd had Helena screaming in the shower, hoping the deck plating surrounding the Admiral's quarters really was soundproof.
She didn't like to admit it, even to herself, but she was whipped.
Title: Unfettered
Prompt: worship
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Undisclosed
Rating: PG
Word count: 114
Summary: Slow, lazy, loving.
She lapped at Kara: long, luxurious strokes with her tongue. Kara relaxed into it, the lazy pace lulling her into a state of semi-consciousness. Her imagination wandered unfettered.
She was a Goddess, being worshiped by a priestess.
She was an Empress, being cleaned by a slave.
She was a virgin, being prepared for sacrifice.
She was a kitten, being cleaned by a mama cat.
Abruptly, she came back to full awareness with a firm but gentle bite on her inner thigh, a growl of irritation.
She was who she was - a woman being adored by her lover.
She carded her fingers into the long hair and tugged. It was time to move things along.
Title: Flick
Prompt: bruising/biting
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Louanne Katraine/Kara Thrace
Rating: PG
Word count: 189
Summary: The one that always works.
Kat checked the bunkroom again, then slid her curtain closed and opened the towel.
She scrunched her fingers in her drying curls, pulling past her comfort zone. God wasn't gentle, after all, and God was directing.
She bit her lip on the whimper, letting her hands fall to her neck. She rubbed in soft circles, then gathered the skin and pinched. Her hips jerked. Oh. She'd have bruises there tomorrow.
Both hands to her breasts now, cupping and molding, scraping her thumbnails over her hardening nipples, then index fingers and thumbs tightened and held. Her thighs flexed and her heels dug into the blanket until she wanted to scream. She let go and pushed her hands between her legs, one hand pulling at her pubic hair and pinching her thigh, the other attacking her clit with rough, deliberate strokes.
In her mind, God slouched against the hatch, her tongue flicking at the taste of the cigar on her lips, teasing the possibility of that tongue on Kat. Her eyes squinted at Kat, she growled, "Come, Katraine," and Kat thrashed in her rack.
God never failed to get her off.
Title: Mission
Prompt: toys
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Helena Cain/Gina Inviere
Rating: R
Word count: 215
Summary: Gina knows what her mission is.
She knew what she was, knew she was built for this, but she practiced anyway. She could modulate her voice, change the chemical balance of her pheromones, anything she needed to do. When she was satisfied she could seduce any woman, especially a disinterested one, she let One know she was ready for her assignment.
Helena believed herself to be hard, implacable, a woman who could not be coerced. But Gina knew things, things from the "first" war with the humans, things she knew Helena had locked away in a box in her mind.
All it took was a little push, and Helena Cain was putty in Gina's hands. She thought it was all her idea. She thought she was the dominant personality. Even said in so many words she'd never been on the receiving end of that toy.
But all Gina had to do was say the right words in just the right way, and Helena all but begged for it. Her lips glistened in the pale light from the edges of the room, her hands scrabbled for the strap-on. She lay back on that rack and spread her legs like the inferior being she was.
Gina frakked her hard and fast and deep and didn't stop until Helena was limp.
Humans. So easy.
Title: Lily White
Prompt: texture
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Laura Roslin/Kara Thrace
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Summary: Kara loves it.
She adored the soft, supple feel of Laura's skin, like the finest kid leather under her exploring fingers and lips, except between her legs, where she was like liquid silk when she was aroused.
Warm, wet, glistening, smelling of something quintessentially Laura Roslin, encased in panties made of something so soft, Kara didn't even have a word for it.
She draped the panties over her face, flicked out her tongue, and plunged her fingers in. It didn't take long. Never did. Even from seven jumps away, Laura Roslin had her in the palm of her lily-white hand.
Kara loved it.
Whew! Finished right at the witching hour!
Full list here.
Prompt: altered states
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Cally Henderson
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Summary: You're not really going to use that, are you?
Starbuck barely glanced at the post-flight before her hand whipped out to grab the wrench in Cally's other hand. She hefted in in her fist, her eyes a little glazed from stims, and said, "Might work. 's big enough." She staggered off, mumbling.
Cally hurried after her. She had a feeling about the sultry slur in Starbuck's voice.
"Sir?"
Starbuck turned, swaying in place. "Cally?"
"Yes, sir." Cally looked around, and guided Starbuck into the supply room. "I'd like to make a suggestion, sir?"
"Can't it wait? Got somethin' to take care of."
Cally let her eyes drift down to the wrench, then back up to meet Starbuck's eyes. "I think a hand would work better, sir. And who knows who's touched that wrench?"
Starbuck's eyes gleamed. "A hand? You gotta hand in mind, Specialist?"
Cally held up her hands, palms out, one flat, one curled into a fist.
Starbuck ripped at her fastenings. "Can't get all the way undressed. No time."
"It's okay, sir. I know what to do." She backed Starbuck to a table and pushed her facedown. She yanked Starbuck's shorts down and carefully, firmly, worked her fingers inside. When she tightened her hand into a fist and worked her clit with the other hand, Starbuck shuddered and collapsed.
She let Starbuck recover, pulled her clothes back together, and helped her to stand again.
"They teach that in Specialist School, Cally?"
"Dental School, sir."
"Good to know." Starbuck swaggered off, ready for another go at the cylons.
Title: Whipped
Prompt: whipped
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Helena Cain/Gina Inviere
Rating: PG
Word count: 153
Summary: She'd never admit it out loud.
She didn't know what it was about Gina, but she made Helena burn. All she had to do was look at her, and Helena's skin blazed with need. She was currently going over the upgrade plans with the department heads, and Helena sat, silent, in her chair at the head of the table.
As much as she preferred to stand during meetings, waste as little time as possible, today she was grateful for the support of the chair. The egg vibrated in a varying pattern, somehow harder every time Gina looked at her. It was all she could do to keep her face in its habitual scowl.
Sitting for meetings. Wearing a toy with someone else at the controls. Two nights ago, Gina'd had Helena screaming in the shower, hoping the deck plating surrounding the Admiral's quarters really was soundproof.
She didn't like to admit it, even to herself, but she was whipped.
Title: Unfettered
Prompt: worship
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Undisclosed
Rating: PG
Word count: 114
Summary: Slow, lazy, loving.
She lapped at Kara: long, luxurious strokes with her tongue. Kara relaxed into it, the lazy pace lulling her into a state of semi-consciousness. Her imagination wandered unfettered.
She was a Goddess, being worshiped by a priestess.
She was an Empress, being cleaned by a slave.
She was a virgin, being prepared for sacrifice.
She was a kitten, being cleaned by a mama cat.
Abruptly, she came back to full awareness with a firm but gentle bite on her inner thigh, a growl of irritation.
She was who she was - a woman being adored by her lover.
She carded her fingers into the long hair and tugged. It was time to move things along.
Title: Flick
Prompt: bruising/biting
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Louanne Katraine/Kara Thrace
Rating: PG
Word count: 189
Summary: The one that always works.
Kat checked the bunkroom again, then slid her curtain closed and opened the towel.
She scrunched her fingers in her drying curls, pulling past her comfort zone. God wasn't gentle, after all, and God was directing.
She bit her lip on the whimper, letting her hands fall to her neck. She rubbed in soft circles, then gathered the skin and pinched. Her hips jerked. Oh. She'd have bruises there tomorrow.
Both hands to her breasts now, cupping and molding, scraping her thumbnails over her hardening nipples, then index fingers and thumbs tightened and held. Her thighs flexed and her heels dug into the blanket until she wanted to scream. She let go and pushed her hands between her legs, one hand pulling at her pubic hair and pinching her thigh, the other attacking her clit with rough, deliberate strokes.
In her mind, God slouched against the hatch, her tongue flicking at the taste of the cigar on her lips, teasing the possibility of that tongue on Kat. Her eyes squinted at Kat, she growled, "Come, Katraine," and Kat thrashed in her rack.
God never failed to get her off.
Title: Mission
Prompt: toys
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Helena Cain/Gina Inviere
Rating: R
Word count: 215
Summary: Gina knows what her mission is.
She knew what she was, knew she was built for this, but she practiced anyway. She could modulate her voice, change the chemical balance of her pheromones, anything she needed to do. When she was satisfied she could seduce any woman, especially a disinterested one, she let One know she was ready for her assignment.
Helena believed herself to be hard, implacable, a woman who could not be coerced. But Gina knew things, things from the "first" war with the humans, things she knew Helena had locked away in a box in her mind.
All it took was a little push, and Helena Cain was putty in Gina's hands. She thought it was all her idea. She thought she was the dominant personality. Even said in so many words she'd never been on the receiving end of that toy.
But all Gina had to do was say the right words in just the right way, and Helena all but begged for it. Her lips glistened in the pale light from the edges of the room, her hands scrabbled for the strap-on. She lay back on that rack and spread her legs like the inferior being she was.
Gina frakked her hard and fast and deep and didn't stop until Helena was limp.
Humans. So easy.
Title: Lily White
Prompt: texture
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Laura Roslin/Kara Thrace
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Summary: Kara loves it.
She adored the soft, supple feel of Laura's skin, like the finest kid leather under her exploring fingers and lips, except between her legs, where she was like liquid silk when she was aroused.
Warm, wet, glistening, smelling of something quintessentially Laura Roslin, encased in panties made of something so soft, Kara didn't even have a word for it.
She draped the panties over her face, flicked out her tongue, and plunged her fingers in. It didn't take long. Never did. Even from seven jumps away, Laura Roslin had her in the palm of her lily-white hand.
Kara loved it.
Whew! Finished right at the witching hour!
Full list here.