BSG, Bible Quotations, Jeanne/Paulla, R - 294
Title: Bible Quotations
Prompt: #294 - free
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Jeanne/Paulla
Rating: R, sex.
Word count: 250
A/N: Well, that was unexpected. =D I blame bluediamond421 for not dissuading me when I said, rather abruptly, "I feel like writing Jeanne/Paulla porn. I wonder what the prompt for this week is?"
Jeanne's got this thing about Paulla reciting scripture to her while they're frakking. "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want," Paulla will whisper, taking an agonizingly slow time to kiss her way from one side of Jeanne's throat to the other. Stopping to suck at that spot that makes Jeanne's breath catch. Laughing when Jeanne makes that annoyed little sound in the back of her throat. The words of a scripture cadged from a half-understood religion that no one remembers starting etch their way into Jeanne's skin as Paulla sucks a nipple into her mouth, teeth sharp against the sensitive skin.
"--maketh me lie down in green pastures," Paulla's voice is harsh while her fingers smooth down Jeanne's abdomen, one hand pushing and tugging at her hip until Jeanne is spread wide for her. Quivering, Jeanne waits, anticipation making her pant.
It's not really a game, but Paulla always pushes, makes her wait. Her lips curve wickedly as she ducks down finally, voice half-muffled. "He leadeth me beside still waters..."
Fingers tightening in the threadbare sheets below them, Jeanne finishes the quotes in her head, past hearing. Past thinking.
When she returns to herself, she is drifting, free of everything with Paulla sitting back on her heels, watching her. Sometimes, Paulla's fingers will already be straying down. Stroking between her legs as though watching Jeanne, hearing, tasting, feeling her is almost enough.
Paulla doesn't like hearing scripture as Jeanne pulls her back down to their bed.
Prompt: #294 - free
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Jeanne/Paulla
Rating: R, sex.
Word count: 250
A/N: Well, that was unexpected. =D I blame bluediamond421 for not dissuading me when I said, rather abruptly, "I feel like writing Jeanne/Paulla porn. I wonder what the prompt for this week is?"
Jeanne's got this thing about Paulla reciting scripture to her while they're frakking. "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want," Paulla will whisper, taking an agonizingly slow time to kiss her way from one side of Jeanne's throat to the other. Stopping to suck at that spot that makes Jeanne's breath catch. Laughing when Jeanne makes that annoyed little sound in the back of her throat. The words of a scripture cadged from a half-understood religion that no one remembers starting etch their way into Jeanne's skin as Paulla sucks a nipple into her mouth, teeth sharp against the sensitive skin.
"--maketh me lie down in green pastures," Paulla's voice is harsh while her fingers smooth down Jeanne's abdomen, one hand pushing and tugging at her hip until Jeanne is spread wide for her. Quivering, Jeanne waits, anticipation making her pant.
It's not really a game, but Paulla always pushes, makes her wait. Her lips curve wickedly as she ducks down finally, voice half-muffled. "He leadeth me beside still waters..."
Fingers tightening in the threadbare sheets below them, Jeanne finishes the quotes in her head, past hearing. Past thinking.
When she returns to herself, she is drifting, free of everything with Paulla sitting back on her heels, watching her. Sometimes, Paulla's fingers will already be straying down. Stroking between her legs as though watching Jeanne, hearing, tasting, feeling her is almost enough.
Paulla doesn't like hearing scripture as Jeanne pulls her back down to their bed.