Pilots Bingo: Frakking Kinky
Hee! Ya'll didn't think I was going to do a Pilots Bingo without getting to the smut, did you? Haaa! Hell no, my friends. :D:D
First, most of yesterday's bingos were drabbles woven into bigger stories of their own. Wonderful fic with lots of angst and hope and a smidgeon of smut. Our winner for Most Bingos:
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First, most of yesterday's bingos were drabbles woven into bigger stories of their own. Wonderful fic with lots of angst and hope and a smidgeon of smut. Our winner for Most Bingos:
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There are certainly others that tip things into NC-17 for me, but it's an easy enough rule to think of. :)
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It’s not exactly a field. And Sam is ever mindful that this isn’t really pyramid. When she closes her eyes, Kara sees the clear sky of that afternoon, feels the cool grass under her back, hears the ringing laughter of Zak and his friends. It’s the same weight and forbidden energy between them.
This time, she’s naked under Lee as he trusts hard and fast into her. Joe’s is quiet except for their ecstatic moans. Lee’s driving her into cold metal decking. The only blue she sees is the light of his eyes. And she almost hopes they get caught.
zak’s bed, NC-17Lee’s lying on Zak’s academy bunk, trying to keep his brother’s girlfriend out of his head. It’s not working. Even this place is filled with her, massage lotion tucked under the bed, black bra sticking out from the locker and the faint scent of sex and cigars. Visions of Kara Thrace riding his little brother into this very bed harden his cock. Closing his eyes, Lee unzips and begins to stroke. Maybe if he just indulges a little ( ... )
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The grass is soft beneath her back, the sun bright in the blue sky above them. There’s nothing to hide them, nothing to hide this. Lee makes love to her on this new world, a new beginning-she knows that’s what he’s thinking.
She wraps his arms around him, holds him close, keeps him inside her for as long as he’ll last. She wants to feel this-feel grounded, connected, close to him one last time.
When it’s over, she’ll be gone. She’s not ready to go, not yet. He deserves one last moment of pleasure to remember her by.
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She Cleans up Good, Panties R ( ... )
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These are great, bb! <3<3
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And the last two, so delicious!
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Kara squirms on the hospital bed, face flushed with pain when Lee arrives.
"Doc says I can't have any more painkillers. Stupid jerk. Can’t frakking sleep."
Lee stands next to her. "Sorry, Kara."
"Frak," she curses, gritting her teeth.
“Breathe through it,” he offers uselessly.
“Frak off, Lee. Do something that will actually help.”
He thinks for a moment and slides his fingers up her thigh to the V between her legs. Kara sinks back into the pillow with a sigh.
She’s tight and wet and comes with her hand clamped hard over her mouth.
“Perfect.” She closes her eyes.
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Not Your Best Friend, Supply Closet, R ( ... )
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And Resolutions is just cuddle-riffic!
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Kissing, NC-17
Lee pants, fingers straining against the smooth wall of the shower enclosure while Kara, on her knees in front of him, sprinkles light, chaste kisses along his cock. Her lips brush over his sensitive skin but don’t linger. The sensation is maddening; he needs her tongue, her mouth, her throat--he groans, finally grabs her head.
Kara pulls back, grins up at him as Lee threads his fingers tightly into her hair. Her eyes are bright and teasing. “Something you wanted, Captain?”
He pulls her head forward, thrusts his cock down her throat as she leans into him, comes so hard.
Last Time, RZak is passed out drunk on the floor again, along with a few of his fellow cadets. Lee and Kara’s eyes meet hungrily over the bodies. Last weekend they promised each other it was the last time, promised themselves ( ... )
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