Pinch-hit, Kara Round
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: 18+ sex.
Set: early season one, pre-Act of Contrition.
Length: 1,200+
Zis is for sheepfairy, who wanted many things, but is ending up with Kara/Cally and shower nookie. title stolen from Something for Kate's Kaplan/Thornhill. (this would have been done much sooner if I were writing porn at work. sigh.)
Shake My Senses
by ALC Punk!
When Jane Cally was ten, she informed her mother that she was going to be a gardener. Her mother had sighed, bought her a trowel and seeds then set her loose on the backyard. Three weeks later, small plants began sprouting in neat rows in the corner the industrious ten year old had staked out as her 'garden'.
Diligently, she'd tended that garden until the flowers were blooming in the sunlight, the scents giving her ha heady joy.
Once they were gone, however, she'd abruptly changed her mind.
She, Jane Cally (forever after to be known as Calleria Janet) would become a famous poet.
Luckily, for her mother, that phase lasted as long as her tolerance for ribbing from classmates did.
Exactly two weeks.
If she remembered any of the tortured phrases from that time, she might be inclined to use them to describe the people of Galactica. A ship deserved a poet, but Cally had moved on. Her dilligence gave her the ability to tinker with engines and viper parts as surely as she had plants. Moving from the fleet into dental school had seemed a natural step.
Now, she was just another mechanic.
With a sigh, she trudged into the head, scanning the room quickly to see who was there: usual mix of off-duty pilots prepping for sleep, a few deck crew, and one communications tech from CIC. Shoving her shower kit in a locker, she began stripping the orange coverall, wrinkling her nose at the stains it contained. She'd have to get used to them, laundry wouldn't have a spare for at least two more days, thanks to someone misplacing the detergent.
If she were one of the deck guys, she probably wouldn't even shower (except for Socinus, but everyone know Soc was a bit pedantic about being clean). But Cally sometimes felt that her fastidious nature was the only thing that kept her sane. There might not always be soap, but water felt better than sweat and oil.
The hatch opened again, and Starbuck swaggered in, that kid who'd been tailing her for weeks following. "And this, as you know, is the head." She waved her cigar, then turned and shoved the kid back out of through the hatchway. "And you're too young for the things going on in here."
"Hey! Am not!" Boxey protested.
"Go bother Boomer, kid." With a flourish, Starbuck shut the hatch in his face, and leaned against it, smirking as she smoked the cigar a bit longer before carefully stubbing it out and stowing it in one of the pockets on her flight suit.
Chuckling a little to herself, Cally shoved her clothing in the locker and grabbed her soap and wash rag.
"Hey, Cally. How's my viper?"
Glancing sideways to catch the first movements of Starbuck stripping, Cally replied easily, "Fixed. Just needed a little TLC."
Yanking her shirts over her head, Kara snorted, "It's a machine, Cally. Machines need oil and kicking. Not TLC."
"If you say so, sir." Remembering that she was headed for the shower, Cally turned. "But they respond better when you treat 'em right."
Starbuck didn't reply.
Grabbing one of the corner showers, Cally twisted the knob until the spray was hard and steaming. She closed her eyes, enjoying the draft of cool air as someone exited through the hatch. A moment later, she stepped under the spray and let it flow down her body, slipping along her skin and washing away the grime and stink.
"I forgot my soap, can I borrow yours?"
Starbuck, Cally reflected as she opened her eyes, was shameless. And naked. And looking at her with that look that Cally sometimes saw when Boomer and the Chief were giving each other hell. She swallowed, suddenly. She was staring, she should stop.
"Soap?"
"Right. Soap." Cally blew out a breath and turned to grab for it.
"Hey." Starbuck's fingers brushed along her neck.
Cally turned her head back and blinked as she realized Starbuck was standing closer. "Um, sir?"
"Say no."
Before she could ask what Starbuck meant, the other woman was kissing her. Say no? Cally's brain was shutting down, electrical current running through her veins, breath catching at the back of her throat. She should say something. "Mrph?"
Starbuck pulled back. "I should--"
"Yes," said Cally, freed for a moment from Starbuck's mouth, then she stepped against Starbuck and reached up to cup her cheek. "Please."
A smile broke out on Starbuck's face, lighting up the room. Then she was moving, backing Cally into the wall. "I was hoping--" she cut herself off, mouth descending onto Cally's neck where she kissed the skin. "-hot," she mumbled.
"Shut up." Cally suggested, getting her hands on Starbuck's ass and discovering new territory. One of her legs slid between Starbuck's.
"Right."
No talking, then. Just hands and lips, skin meeting skin and the occasional murmur of encouragement and moan. The quiet of the locker area was reassuring, not that Cally thought Starbuck would mind if they got caught. But she would. Not that, if anyone had asked, she would have said what scared her more--not getting to finish having sex with Starbuck or getting caught.
All was mostly quiet until Cally shifted and banged Starbuck's elbow with her own.
"Sorry--" Her apology ended on a gasp, and Starbuck laughed as she looked at her before wriggling her finger again. Grabbing blindly for the shelf, Cally tried not to make a sound as her legs threatened to give out.
Lips meeting again in a desperate kiss, Cally was jarred into movement of her own, hands bolder, fingers mimicking Starbuck's until neither of them was able to think coherently.
Steam from the showers obscured more of the room, but not enough so that Cally missed Starbuck's eyes sliding closed. She didn't try to analyze it.
Her arm snaked around Starbuck's waist, supporting her as she recovered, and then it was Cally's turn.
Eyes wide, she bit her lip and let herself go.
"Good girl," Starbuck whispered into her neck. Her fingers slowed, then stopped and she stood there, half-draped on Cally who wasn't sure the wall was really going to support her much longer.
"Need to move," the smaller girl finally managed. Things were now sweatier and stickier, but in a far more pleasant way than having a fuel line break and cover you in fuel.
"Right." Starbuck nipped her neck, then disengaged, sliding her fingers out slowly.
Cally let out a whimper at the sensation and almost stopped her.
"I still need to borrow your soap."
Nodding, Cally gestured towards the small cake sitting on the shelf. "Feel free, sir."
Starbuck used Cally's shower to get her own wash rag wet, then soaped it and moved to a different shower. "Thanks."
Finally able to move a little, Cally pushed off from the wall and shakily retrieved her own rag. "Not a problem." She almost added 'sir', but that seemed a little formal at the moment.
Turning her face into the spray, she let the water bring her back firmly to reality. Which included Cylons, broken vipers, and the inevitable need for more soap.
With a sigh, she started washing, brain turning over the roster for the next day.
Across from her, Starbuck finished in record time, and headed for the lockers.
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Rating: 18+ sex.
Set: early season one, pre-Act of Contrition.
Length: 1,200+
Zis is for sheepfairy, who wanted many things, but is ending up with Kara/Cally and shower nookie. title stolen from Something for Kate's Kaplan/Thornhill. (this would have been done much sooner if I were writing porn at work. sigh.)
Shake My Senses
by ALC Punk!
When Jane Cally was ten, she informed her mother that she was going to be a gardener. Her mother had sighed, bought her a trowel and seeds then set her loose on the backyard. Three weeks later, small plants began sprouting in neat rows in the corner the industrious ten year old had staked out as her 'garden'.
Diligently, she'd tended that garden until the flowers were blooming in the sunlight, the scents giving her ha heady joy.
Once they were gone, however, she'd abruptly changed her mind.
She, Jane Cally (forever after to be known as Calleria Janet) would become a famous poet.
Luckily, for her mother, that phase lasted as long as her tolerance for ribbing from classmates did.
Exactly two weeks.
If she remembered any of the tortured phrases from that time, she might be inclined to use them to describe the people of Galactica. A ship deserved a poet, but Cally had moved on. Her dilligence gave her the ability to tinker with engines and viper parts as surely as she had plants. Moving from the fleet into dental school had seemed a natural step.
Now, she was just another mechanic.
With a sigh, she trudged into the head, scanning the room quickly to see who was there: usual mix of off-duty pilots prepping for sleep, a few deck crew, and one communications tech from CIC. Shoving her shower kit in a locker, she began stripping the orange coverall, wrinkling her nose at the stains it contained. She'd have to get used to them, laundry wouldn't have a spare for at least two more days, thanks to someone misplacing the detergent.
If she were one of the deck guys, she probably wouldn't even shower (except for Socinus, but everyone know Soc was a bit pedantic about being clean). But Cally sometimes felt that her fastidious nature was the only thing that kept her sane. There might not always be soap, but water felt better than sweat and oil.
The hatch opened again, and Starbuck swaggered in, that kid who'd been tailing her for weeks following. "And this, as you know, is the head." She waved her cigar, then turned and shoved the kid back out of through the hatchway. "And you're too young for the things going on in here."
"Hey! Am not!" Boxey protested.
"Go bother Boomer, kid." With a flourish, Starbuck shut the hatch in his face, and leaned against it, smirking as she smoked the cigar a bit longer before carefully stubbing it out and stowing it in one of the pockets on her flight suit.
Chuckling a little to herself, Cally shoved her clothing in the locker and grabbed her soap and wash rag.
"Hey, Cally. How's my viper?"
Glancing sideways to catch the first movements of Starbuck stripping, Cally replied easily, "Fixed. Just needed a little TLC."
Yanking her shirts over her head, Kara snorted, "It's a machine, Cally. Machines need oil and kicking. Not TLC."
"If you say so, sir." Remembering that she was headed for the shower, Cally turned. "But they respond better when you treat 'em right."
Starbuck didn't reply.
Grabbing one of the corner showers, Cally twisted the knob until the spray was hard and steaming. She closed her eyes, enjoying the draft of cool air as someone exited through the hatch. A moment later, she stepped under the spray and let it flow down her body, slipping along her skin and washing away the grime and stink.
"I forgot my soap, can I borrow yours?"
Starbuck, Cally reflected as she opened her eyes, was shameless. And naked. And looking at her with that look that Cally sometimes saw when Boomer and the Chief were giving each other hell. She swallowed, suddenly. She was staring, she should stop.
"Soap?"
"Right. Soap." Cally blew out a breath and turned to grab for it.
"Hey." Starbuck's fingers brushed along her neck.
Cally turned her head back and blinked as she realized Starbuck was standing closer. "Um, sir?"
"Say no."
Before she could ask what Starbuck meant, the other woman was kissing her. Say no? Cally's brain was shutting down, electrical current running through her veins, breath catching at the back of her throat. She should say something. "Mrph?"
Starbuck pulled back. "I should--"
"Yes," said Cally, freed for a moment from Starbuck's mouth, then she stepped against Starbuck and reached up to cup her cheek. "Please."
A smile broke out on Starbuck's face, lighting up the room. Then she was moving, backing Cally into the wall. "I was hoping--" she cut herself off, mouth descending onto Cally's neck where she kissed the skin. "-hot," she mumbled.
"Shut up." Cally suggested, getting her hands on Starbuck's ass and discovering new territory. One of her legs slid between Starbuck's.
"Right."
No talking, then. Just hands and lips, skin meeting skin and the occasional murmur of encouragement and moan. The quiet of the locker area was reassuring, not that Cally thought Starbuck would mind if they got caught. But she would. Not that, if anyone had asked, she would have said what scared her more--not getting to finish having sex with Starbuck or getting caught.
All was mostly quiet until Cally shifted and banged Starbuck's elbow with her own.
"Sorry--" Her apology ended on a gasp, and Starbuck laughed as she looked at her before wriggling her finger again. Grabbing blindly for the shelf, Cally tried not to make a sound as her legs threatened to give out.
Lips meeting again in a desperate kiss, Cally was jarred into movement of her own, hands bolder, fingers mimicking Starbuck's until neither of them was able to think coherently.
Steam from the showers obscured more of the room, but not enough so that Cally missed Starbuck's eyes sliding closed. She didn't try to analyze it.
Her arm snaked around Starbuck's waist, supporting her as she recovered, and then it was Cally's turn.
Eyes wide, she bit her lip and let herself go.
"Good girl," Starbuck whispered into her neck. Her fingers slowed, then stopped and she stood there, half-draped on Cally who wasn't sure the wall was really going to support her much longer.
"Need to move," the smaller girl finally managed. Things were now sweatier and stickier, but in a far more pleasant way than having a fuel line break and cover you in fuel.
"Right." Starbuck nipped her neck, then disengaged, sliding her fingers out slowly.
Cally let out a whimper at the sensation and almost stopped her.
"I still need to borrow your soap."
Nodding, Cally gestured towards the small cake sitting on the shelf. "Feel free, sir."
Starbuck used Cally's shower to get her own wash rag wet, then soaped it and moved to a different shower. "Thanks."
Finally able to move a little, Cally pushed off from the wall and shakily retrieved her own rag. "Not a problem." She almost added 'sir', but that seemed a little formal at the moment.
Turning her face into the spray, she let the water bring her back firmly to reality. Which included Cylons, broken vipers, and the inevitable need for more soap.
With a sigh, she started washing, brain turning over the roster for the next day.
Across from her, Starbuck finished in record time, and headed for the lockers.
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