Dammit, i need a BSG icon, and like now!!
Title: Dreaming
Pairing: Laura/Starbuck, slight Starbuck/Lee
Rating: Definite NC-17
Summary: Starbuck has a wet dream that doesn't end where she expects it to.
Dislaimer: I'd put this one in the kink!fic category.
Kara had never really been one for
dreaming. Sure, she fantasized with the occasional day dream. But, the
realization that they were flights of fancy, a deviation from the
dreariness of her reality kept her from being one for dreaming. Her
nocturnal dreams were just as bad, when she dreamed at all. Months of
being on the run, living at the edge, sleep was a rarity. Something she
didn’t want to waste on dreams.
Except for tonight. It was a good dream. Hell, as far as dreams go, it
was a great one. She was lying on her bed, her real bed back on
Caprica. The one indulgence she‘d allotted herself, not the hard joke
of a cot passing itself off as one. The pillows, the sheets, the
mattress were soft in that way dream things are.
Lee was above her. Kneeling between her legs, her thighs draped over
his. His hands on her hips for leverage. He was naked, all skin and
sweat and inch after hard throbbing inch slick with her wetness gliding
over and across her clit playfully. He kept thrusting, teasing her with
promises of penetration. His lips spread in his typical cocky boyish
grin.
“Is this how you like it, Kara?”
She grunted. Arched her back for more pressure, more friction. Tilted
her head back to watch her hands wrap around the posts on her
headboard. “Get ready, flyboy, ‘cuz you’re about to have the ride of
your..”
Her heart began to hammer wildly. Those weren’t Lee’s hands gently
grasping her hips, or Lee’s smile causing her stomach to twist, or her
pussy to pulse achingly between her legs. Staring back at her wasn’t
Lee, but Laura the President of the frakking Colonies Roslin. Kara
licked her lips, dared a gaze past bare breasts and erect nipples to
the leather harness strapped around Roslin’s waist. To the inches of
hard, stiff shaft still sliding gently across Kara’s clit.
“Is this how you like it, Kara?” Laura asked, her hips continuing Lee’s
slow stroking motion. “I never took you for the slow, soft and sweet
type.”
“I have my days.”
“Mmmm,” Laura purred and Kara felt a shiver erupt like lightening down her spine. “I guess we all do.”
Laura placed her hands on either side of Kara’s head, leaned forward
until their faces were inches apart, until Kara could feel Laura’s
breasts against her own, and that stiff, hard shaft pressed against
her. “But, you’re more than softness and sweetness. You like frakking.
And you like getting frakked, don‘t you?”
“Madame President.”
“I’m not the President tonight, Kara. I‘m the sweat on your skin,” she
leaned closer, kissing across Kara’s jaw line. “The air burning your
lungs. The heat burning between your legs. And,” she shifted her hips
and Kara hissed as slowly, achingly slow, Laura entered her. Her voice
low and throaty, purring into Kara‘s ear. “I’m the cock in your pussy.
That is, if you want my cock in your pussy. Do you want me to frak you,
Kara?”
“Madame..”
“Laura,” she corrected her. Began a slow grind with her hips. “Is this
how you like it, Kara?” She stated in that warm, low tone of hers. The
tone that said I forgive you, I love you, now I’m going to kill you.
And all Kara could do was nod her head because to do otherwise might
give Laura the assumption Kara wanted her to stop. The last thing Kara
wanted was for this to stop.
“Is this how Lee fraks you? Or is this how you like it?”
And suddenly, Kara was on her knees, facing the wall, hands gripping
the top of the headboard. Laura behind her, on top of her, inside her.
A hand threaded through Kara’s hair, pulling her head back. Until her
ear was level with Laura’s mouth and Laura was, once again, purring in
her ear. “Moan for me, Kara. Come for me.”
Kara bit her lip. The first thrust was hard, deep. It jolted her body.
Sent shock waves of electricity rippling across her skin. The second
was harder. And harder still. Until Kara could feel her body writhing
under Laura, pushing into the woman. Until she was dripping with sweat,
feverish with heat, wanting anything and everything from Laura. All sex
and wanting, sin and forgiveness. As if she could be damned and
forgiven at the same time.
It lasted forever, in that way dreams can. And Kara thought, she could
spend forever here, in her old bed with the dream soft pillows, getting
frakking by Laura Roslin. But, it wasn’t enough to feel the friction,
the penetration, the hand on her clit jerking her off. She needed to
come. She wanted to come. But, she didn’t want it to end. To end would
mean the dream was over. To come would mean opening her eyes and
returning to the dreariness of reality.
“Come for me, Kara.”
Kara shook her head violently. Tasted the blood in her mouth as she bit
her lip harder. The need swelled inside her. Throbbed and ached and
pleaded for release. And still Kara held back, and still, Laura frakked
her.
Until, Kara could hold back no more.
Kara cried out as she came. A low throaty wail, her body shuddering, trembling as wave after wave cascaded through her.
Her eyes blinked open. She snapped them closed, as if to will herself
back into dreamland. To no avail. Kara sighed, running a hand over her
brow, then sliding her legs over the edge of her bunk. It was, of
course, the absolute wrong thing to do since her body still hummed, her
sex still tender and quivering from orgasm. But, it’s not like Kara was
one to always do the right thing.
She gazed around at the dull, gray walls. At the dreariness of her
reality. She wasn’t one for dreaming. But, as she fought to smile
against the cold metal floors chilling her feet, this one seemed a
fantasy worth holding on to.
END