Challenge #86: Lies
Challenge #86 Lies
Title: Missing Her
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Laura/Kara
Disclaimer: Don’t own them
Rating: NC13
Wordcount: 250
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Because I was in the mood for a PWP
Kara wrapped her hand into Laura’s hair pulling her head back, her free hand finding its way under the President’s blouse. “I think you’re lying.” She stated, smiling widely, looking incredibly pleased with herself. “I think you missed me a lot while I was off collecting your arrow.”
Laura shook her head, presidential pout firmly in place.
“Really?” keeping Laura’s head back with an almost painful grip in her hair, Kara trailed a series of kisses along her throat, distracting Laura from the hand moving slowly downwards, currently tracing figure of eights across her stomach.
“Really.” The word would have had more weight if it weren’t for the slight catch in her voice.
“So to recap, you didn’t miss me; you didn’t miss this?” Used to piloting a viper, Kara had exquisite control, forcing a response from Laura in the form of a soft whimper and an arching of her back.
Laura shook her head, her breathing ragged, aroused.
“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider? I could be persuaded to be more ‘helpful’ if you admitted your weakness.” Kara grinned at the expression in Laura’s eyes.
Laura gasped as Kara ramped the persuasive caressing of her body up a level, grasping the arms of the chair in almost painfully hard grip. The younger woman was having far too much fun with this in her opinion. She was almost tempted into admitting she had missed her, but that would mean losing the game, and Laura didn’t like to lose.
Title: Missing Her
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Laura/Kara
Disclaimer: Don’t own them
Rating: NC13
Wordcount: 250
Unbetad
Because I was in the mood for a PWP
Kara wrapped her hand into Laura’s hair pulling her head back, her free hand finding its way under the President’s blouse. “I think you’re lying.” She stated, smiling widely, looking incredibly pleased with herself. “I think you missed me a lot while I was off collecting your arrow.”
Laura shook her head, presidential pout firmly in place.
“Really?” keeping Laura’s head back with an almost painful grip in her hair, Kara trailed a series of kisses along her throat, distracting Laura from the hand moving slowly downwards, currently tracing figure of eights across her stomach.
“Really.” The word would have had more weight if it weren’t for the slight catch in her voice.
“So to recap, you didn’t miss me; you didn’t miss this?” Used to piloting a viper, Kara had exquisite control, forcing a response from Laura in the form of a soft whimper and an arching of her back.
Laura shook her head, her breathing ragged, aroused.
“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider? I could be persuaded to be more ‘helpful’ if you admitted your weakness.” Kara grinned at the expression in Laura’s eyes.
Laura gasped as Kara ramped the persuasive caressing of her body up a level, grasping the arms of the chair in almost painfully hard grip. The younger woman was having far too much fun with this in her opinion. She was almost tempted into admitting she had missed her, but that would mean losing the game, and Laura didn’t like to lose.