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Title: The Bright World
Rating: NC17
Prompt: Cally/Boomer; league
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Cally/Boomer; implied Chief/Boomer and Chief/Cally
Summery: A follow up piece to Sans.
She stepped over the threshold of the door and out of the harsh light. As Boomer left Cally’s cell, she thought back to only a few minutes before. Laying on the concrete floor with her head thrown back, Cally had looked like she was glowing. Boomer could feel the smooth skin of the other woman’s breasts and taste the salt of her clit. She knew that she wasn’t supposed to be thinking of Cally while they frakked but she couldn’t help it.
Cally had been laying on her back, her legs only a little bit spread, moaning plaintively as Boomer had slid her fingers, one by one, into her. And while she had been distracted by this, Boomer had leaned in to kiss her, gently, on the mouth. It had been slow, almost worshipful. She knew that it probably didn’t mean anything to Cally that it had happened but Boomer replayed the feel of Cally’s lips on hers over and over again. The way she would kiss someone she loved. She thought back, wondering why she had done it, why she had kissed someone who had put a round through her with no remorse. And then it came to her.
Laying against that gray floor and in the light of those unrelenting overheads, Cally had looked like a goddess.
Rating: NC17
Prompt: Cally/Boomer; league
Fandom: BSG
P/C: Cally/Boomer; implied Chief/Boomer and Chief/Cally
Summery: A follow up piece to Sans.
She stepped over the threshold of the door and out of the harsh light. As Boomer left Cally’s cell, she thought back to only a few minutes before. Laying on the concrete floor with her head thrown back, Cally had looked like she was glowing. Boomer could feel the smooth skin of the other woman’s breasts and taste the salt of her clit. She knew that she wasn’t supposed to be thinking of Cally while they frakked but she couldn’t help it.
Cally had been laying on her back, her legs only a little bit spread, moaning plaintively as Boomer had slid her fingers, one by one, into her. And while she had been distracted by this, Boomer had leaned in to kiss her, gently, on the mouth. It had been slow, almost worshipful. She knew that it probably didn’t mean anything to Cally that it had happened but Boomer replayed the feel of Cally’s lips on hers over and over again. The way she would kiss someone she loved. She thought back, wondering why she had done it, why she had kissed someone who had put a round through her with no remorse. And then it came to her.
Laying against that gray floor and in the light of those unrelenting overheads, Cally had looked like a goddess.