FIC: Giggles and Uncooked Pasta, RPF, Katee Sackhoff/Tricia Helfer
Title: Giggles and Uncooked Pasta
Fandom: RPF, Battlestar Galactica
Spoilers: None.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When they finally work each other completely naked--which takes a while, because Tricia doesn't really want to move away from Katee's tits, and Katee seems to want to taste every inch of Tricia's legs--Katee knows beyond all doubt that Tricia has done this with a girl before.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction involving real people. Events are all fictional.
A/N: My first RPF and my first lesbian smut. Written for bsg_pornbattle. Prompt: Katee/Tricia, giggling.
A hand with a French manicure holds Katee tight at the waist.
A mouth with lipstick long smudged away sucks at the base of her throat.
Katee giggles.
"What?" Tricia breathes.
"None of this has happened before." She giggles again.
Tricia cocks an eyebrow at her, confused.
"But maybe it will happen again?"
And Tricia gets it--the stupid tagline from the stupid show that they've been filming non-stop for days. Everyone needed a break and the first chance they got, Tahmoh threw one of his parties. One of his parties with too much alcohol and too few comfortable chairs. His place is supposed to be modern or something, but all that really means are solid colors and uncomfortable chairs. That's how all of this got started.
Katee leapt into the last comfortable seat and Tricia wasn't about to sit on the cold metal pokey thing that Tahmoh calls a couch. So she leapt on top of Katee.
After lots of giggling and some maneuvering, she was comfortably on her lap.
"Gods, your legs are long," Katee said and Tricia giggled some more.
"Are you really in a habit of saying Gods?"
Katee cringed and said, "Frak," giggling.
Jaime and Aaron sat across the room from them, well-past drunk and just watching. Tricia stretched a leg out at them.
"Like what you see, boys?"
"Our two hot costars groping each other?" Aaron asked.
Jaime grinned, goofy drunk, "Not at all."
"This is hardly groping," Katee said. "This is groping."
She slid a hand up Tricia's bare thigh and her other hand brushed over her chest light enough to tickle. Tricia shrieked with laughter. Katee beamed.
Somehow from there, and Tricia's not quite sure how because it's Tahmoh's party with too much alcohol, oh and also her tongue is in Katee's mouth, which makes it hard to think. But somehow from there they made it here, shirtless and making out in Tahmoh's walk-in pantry.
Tricia's bra is red, and that makes Katee giggle too--"Do you wear anything other than this color?"--but she traces the bra's edges with her tongue before Tricia can respond.
"Jesus, Katee."
Katee smiles. She's not quite sure what she's doing, because it's not like she's done this with a girl before, but Tricia's tits looked so damn good in that bra that she had to get her mouth on them. By the way Tricia's pushing them toward her, it was apparently the right decision.
Katee's bra is black, and mostly lace, so it's not like Tricia can't see the outline of her nipples already, poking through the thin fabric, but she wants it off now and reaches around to unclasp it. Her motor skills aren't what they used to be--before, how many gin and tonics was it?--and her fingers slip and fumble and Katee can't stop giggling.
"You are so drunk you're doing nothing but giggling, Katee Sackhoff," Tricia scolds.
"Well, you are so drunk you can't even get my fucking bra off, Tricia Helfer," she counters.
That sets them both into a fit of giggles. When it finally subsides, Katee unclasps her bra herself, and throws it somewhere toward the flour. Tricia pushes her against the racks of pasta--sorted by type: spaghetti and rotini and linguine, regular and whole wheat--and goes to first one nipple, then the other. Katee can't help but arch into her. She uses her teeth, because she's drunk enough to forget about being gentle. Katee cries out and they both freeze. Tricia looks up.
"Try to stay quiet, there are people outside!"
Katee giggles. "And they're sober enough to find us here?"
"Maybe they're drunk enough to find us here."
This just makes Katee giggle harder and Jesus, she really is drunk, and Tricia shuts her up by biting her nipples again.
When they finally work each other completely naked--which takes a while, because Tricia doesn't really want to move away from Katee's tits, and Katee seems to want to taste every inch of Tricia's legs--Katee knows beyond all doubt that Tricia has done this with a girl before. Because there's no way, no way that she could be that good with her mouth if it was her first time.
Katee's standing, mostly leaning against the rack of pasta, and Tricia's on her knees in front of her, tonguing her clit. She draws circles around it, pulls it between her teeth, and sucks. Katee comes with nothing but a half-moan and a shudder, because, Tricia told her to be quiet, and really, there are people outside. Tricia traces lazy circles on her inner thigh as she comes down.
When she finally thinks she can move again, Tricia kisses the crease of her thigh. Then she licks the sweat from Katee's skin. Her fingers are moving their pattern closer and closer and closer and Katee hadn't been sure she wanted to come again, but now she's jumping her hips, trying to force Tricia where she wants her.
But Tricia takes her time, brushes her tongue against Katee's folds. Her fingers play piano on Katee's thighs. Katee's still pushing her hips, but Tricia just teases until she whispers, "Please."
Then Tricia traces Katee's hole with her tongue, thumbs circling over her clit. She slides her tongue inside and Katee has to hold onto the pasta rack. Tricia backs off with her mouth but slides one, two, three fingers into Katee and twists. Katee squeaks, covers her mouth with one hand, and giggles. Tricia figures that's a good time to suck Katee's clit in her mouth, and she twists again. Katee comes harder the second time, barely staying on her feet.
But she does, and she's still standing when Tricia stands to kiss her. God she can taste herself, and she sucks at Tricia's tongue, bites her bottom lip while she teases her nipples. She's a little nervous because she can't be half as good as Tricia is at oral, but then it only takes three fingers and a brush to Tricia's clit before she comes, shuddering and biting her moan into Katee's shoulder.
They breathe together and slide down to the floor and pasta spills everywhere. There's nothing to do but burst into more giggles and sit there, naked, surrounded by uncooked pasta.
Fandom: RPF, Battlestar Galactica
Spoilers: None.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When they finally work each other completely naked--which takes a while, because Tricia doesn't really want to move away from Katee's tits, and Katee seems to want to taste every inch of Tricia's legs--Katee knows beyond all doubt that Tricia has done this with a girl before.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction involving real people. Events are all fictional.
A/N: My first RPF and my first lesbian smut. Written for bsg_pornbattle. Prompt: Katee/Tricia, giggling.
A hand with a French manicure holds Katee tight at the waist.
A mouth with lipstick long smudged away sucks at the base of her throat.
Katee giggles.
"What?" Tricia breathes.
"None of this has happened before." She giggles again.
Tricia cocks an eyebrow at her, confused.
"But maybe it will happen again?"
And Tricia gets it--the stupid tagline from the stupid show that they've been filming non-stop for days. Everyone needed a break and the first chance they got, Tahmoh threw one of his parties. One of his parties with too much alcohol and too few comfortable chairs. His place is supposed to be modern or something, but all that really means are solid colors and uncomfortable chairs. That's how all of this got started.
Katee leapt into the last comfortable seat and Tricia wasn't about to sit on the cold metal pokey thing that Tahmoh calls a couch. So she leapt on top of Katee.
After lots of giggling and some maneuvering, she was comfortably on her lap.
"Gods, your legs are long," Katee said and Tricia giggled some more.
"Are you really in a habit of saying Gods?"
Katee cringed and said, "Frak," giggling.
Jaime and Aaron sat across the room from them, well-past drunk and just watching. Tricia stretched a leg out at them.
"Like what you see, boys?"
"Our two hot costars groping each other?" Aaron asked.
Jaime grinned, goofy drunk, "Not at all."
"This is hardly groping," Katee said. "This is groping."
She slid a hand up Tricia's bare thigh and her other hand brushed over her chest light enough to tickle. Tricia shrieked with laughter. Katee beamed.
Somehow from there, and Tricia's not quite sure how because it's Tahmoh's party with too much alcohol, oh and also her tongue is in Katee's mouth, which makes it hard to think. But somehow from there they made it here, shirtless and making out in Tahmoh's walk-in pantry.
Tricia's bra is red, and that makes Katee giggle too--"Do you wear anything other than this color?"--but she traces the bra's edges with her tongue before Tricia can respond.
"Jesus, Katee."
Katee smiles. She's not quite sure what she's doing, because it's not like she's done this with a girl before, but Tricia's tits looked so damn good in that bra that she had to get her mouth on them. By the way Tricia's pushing them toward her, it was apparently the right decision.
Katee's bra is black, and mostly lace, so it's not like Tricia can't see the outline of her nipples already, poking through the thin fabric, but she wants it off now and reaches around to unclasp it. Her motor skills aren't what they used to be--before, how many gin and tonics was it?--and her fingers slip and fumble and Katee can't stop giggling.
"You are so drunk you're doing nothing but giggling, Katee Sackhoff," Tricia scolds.
"Well, you are so drunk you can't even get my fucking bra off, Tricia Helfer," she counters.
That sets them both into a fit of giggles. When it finally subsides, Katee unclasps her bra herself, and throws it somewhere toward the flour. Tricia pushes her against the racks of pasta--sorted by type: spaghetti and rotini and linguine, regular and whole wheat--and goes to first one nipple, then the other. Katee can't help but arch into her. She uses her teeth, because she's drunk enough to forget about being gentle. Katee cries out and they both freeze. Tricia looks up.
"Try to stay quiet, there are people outside!"
Katee giggles. "And they're sober enough to find us here?"
"Maybe they're drunk enough to find us here."
This just makes Katee giggle harder and Jesus, she really is drunk, and Tricia shuts her up by biting her nipples again.
When they finally work each other completely naked--which takes a while, because Tricia doesn't really want to move away from Katee's tits, and Katee seems to want to taste every inch of Tricia's legs--Katee knows beyond all doubt that Tricia has done this with a girl before. Because there's no way, no way that she could be that good with her mouth if it was her first time.
Katee's standing, mostly leaning against the rack of pasta, and Tricia's on her knees in front of her, tonguing her clit. She draws circles around it, pulls it between her teeth, and sucks. Katee comes with nothing but a half-moan and a shudder, because, Tricia told her to be quiet, and really, there are people outside. Tricia traces lazy circles on her inner thigh as she comes down.
When she finally thinks she can move again, Tricia kisses the crease of her thigh. Then she licks the sweat from Katee's skin. Her fingers are moving their pattern closer and closer and closer and Katee hadn't been sure she wanted to come again, but now she's jumping her hips, trying to force Tricia where she wants her.
But Tricia takes her time, brushes her tongue against Katee's folds. Her fingers play piano on Katee's thighs. Katee's still pushing her hips, but Tricia just teases until she whispers, "Please."
Then Tricia traces Katee's hole with her tongue, thumbs circling over her clit. She slides her tongue inside and Katee has to hold onto the pasta rack. Tricia backs off with her mouth but slides one, two, three fingers into Katee and twists. Katee squeaks, covers her mouth with one hand, and giggles. Tricia figures that's a good time to suck Katee's clit in her mouth, and she twists again. Katee comes harder the second time, barely staying on her feet.
But she does, and she's still standing when Tricia stands to kiss her. God she can taste herself, and she sucks at Tricia's tongue, bites her bottom lip while she teases her nipples. She's a little nervous because she can't be half as good as Tricia is at oral, but then it only takes three fingers and a brush to Tricia's clit before she comes, shuddering and biting her moan into Katee's shoulder.
They breathe together and slide down to the floor and pasta spills everywhere. There's nothing to do but burst into more giggles and sit there, naked, surrounded by uncooked pasta.