Fics: Kink drabbles/commentfics, R-NC17

[lanalucy]

Theme: First or second person drabbles


Prompt: Laura/Sam Anders - she's always had a thing for pyramid players.
Call Me Red

I like thinking she used her political clout to get me a private shower and locker room. I let her think I have no idea who she is, because clearly, she loves the anonymity of it. That flirtatious grin. That, “You can call me Red.” the first time.

Red. Apt name, but it’s all I can do not to let Gods, Laura! So frakkin’ tight! slip when I ease into her up against my locker. I give her the star “Sam Anders is a love god” treatment, as usual, and her breathy grunts are going straight to my cock, and I’m already too close to coming.

I shove a hand between us, only to fumble my fingers into hers as we both slip-slide over her clit and she moans, long and loud, and I can’t hold out any longer. I frak harder and deeper for a couple more strokes and I have to bury my face in her shoulder to keep her name in my head where it belongs when I come, too.

Thank gods for high-altitude training. Otherwise, my quaking thighs would collapse and I’d crush the Secretary of Education. Wall-frakking is harder than it looks.

Prompt: Kara/Helo, hot and sweaty
Drive Me Crazy

When he got the zipper all the way down, his eyes bugged out at what I was wearing. “Frak, Kara! How did you get away with that under your flight suit without anyone noticing?”

I gave him my most mysterious smile. “Starbuck secret, Helo.”

He shoved my hands out of the way with a tense growl and stripped my flight suit off. He was sweaty and pushy and I’ve never understood why something that was usually the kiss of death in any other guy turned me on so much when it was him.

His fingers slipped on my own sweaty skin. His hand dug into my ass and pulled me to the edge of the table. Without any warning, he sank his cock into me.

“He..Helo!” It came out in an embarrassing squeak, as my orgasm rolled through my body. How does he do this to me?

Helo, smug grin on his face, paced himself, planning to make me come again before he did. Luckily I always had an ace in the hole when I planned to drive Helo into alpha mode. I pulled his mouth to mine, kissed him sloppily, and bit my way up his jaw to his ear. “Love you, Karl.”

“Oh, gods, Kara!” His hips jerked as his arms tightened around me. “You mean it?”

My turn to wear the smug smile.

Prompt: Kara/Helo, crappy hotel on shore leave
Seaside Estates

I couldn’t believe this place. No way could I do it here. Seaside Estates, my ass. “You have your camp gear, Kara?”

She scanned the parking lot and the dilapidated building, grinned at me. “Always.” She reached into the glove box for her map. “There’s a camp about twenty-five miles outside of town.”

As soon as I pulled into the spot, I knew it was perfect. “Stay there, Kara.” I got out and walked around the truck to open her door.

She scooted to the edge of the seat and lifted her face. “So Karl…”

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you ask me, so I can say yes, so we can get with the celebratory frakking.”

I opened my mouth, stunned silent, and Kara grinned up at me. “I have to -” I clamped my hand over her mouth.

“I’m doing it, Kara, or you aren’t getting laid again until we’re married. And you haven’t even met my family yet. It’ll be at least a year.” Under my hand, she very carefully nodded. “Good.”

I bent down to kiss her, foot on the stepboard for leverage, and glided my hand up under her jean skirt. I groaned into her mouth. Hot, wet, naked. How had she figured it out? I teased her clit until she moaned, then withdrew.

“Karl! What the frak?”

“We’re going to set up our tent first, because when we “get with the celebratory frakking,” it’s not going to be with my ass waving in the wind.” She hopped out and had the tent half-erected in less than five minutes. Just gotta know how to motivate her. I stood there another few seconds, then set up the rest of the camp - firepit, food bag hanging from the tree, our bags right beside the tent opening.

Her hands snuck around my waist, trembling a little, and I could feel her nose pressing into my spine. I pulled her around in front of me. “Kara?’

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Will you marry me?”

She nodded. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her. “I can’t hear you, Kara.”

She put her arms around my neck and lifted herself until she could wrap her legs around my waist, gods, I love a strong woman! then leaned forward to whisper, “I love you, Karl, and I want to marry you. I would do it right now if we could find a priest. Yes, Karl. And if you don’t frak me now, you won’t be getting any until we’re married.”

My threat had been idle and we’d both known it, but I was certain she meant every word. I wrapped my arms around her hips and walked her to the tent, where I knelt to crawl in. The bags were rolled out and zipped together. I had to let go of her to get to the zipper of my jeans, and Kara was naked in seconds, scooting toward the top of the bags.

I grabbed her ankle and yanked her back, sliding into place. Kara made this adorable noise and I grinned at her. “You said you wanted it now, right?” I didn’t even wait for her nod to keep going. Moments later, we were both panting and giggling and murmuring soppy love crap to each other and Kara stopped, looking over my shoulder.

“Karl, when you’re all done feeling me up, maybe you could get rid of the snake and zip the frakkin’ tent. I’m not into sharing.”

I glanced over my shoulder, and thank the gods my girlfriend isn’t the screaming type, ‘cause frak. It’s not poisonous, but it’s bigger than I care to see inside my tent, and any other girl would probably have already been halfway back to Caprica City. Without me.

Prompt: Kara/Laura, hands of a Viper pilot
Empress's New Clothes

“What happened to your hands?” Laura was turning my hands over in hers, sounding horrified. So not what I’d been going for.

“I got a manicure. Now my skin is all soft and…”

“But I liked your hands the way they were!”

Why was she not thrilled that my calluses and rough spots were gone?

“But…”

Maybe it wasn’t the calluses she was worried about… I tossed her over my shoulder and headed for the bedroom.

“Kara Thrace, you put me down right this minute!” She kicked her legs, but not hard enough to convince me she meant it.

I dropped her - carefully - on the bed and snuck my hand under her skirt while we scrambled to get into a less awkward spot in the middle of the bed. I don’t know what she’d been doing while I was gone, but Laura Roslin did not require any prep today. I smiled to myself. Fingers inside, crooking and sliding, thumb starting with a barely-there touch, sure to drive her closer to the edge with aggravation.

“Gods. Harder, Kara.” She said it pleadingly, an attempt to make me believe she wanted more. I knew, though. Whatever she’d been doing while I was gone, she didn’t need a firmer touch. She was already on the edge.

I frakked deeper and harder and faster with my fingers and bent closer to pepper nipping kisses over her mouth. “I might have gotten a manicure, Laura, but I’ve still got the hands of a Viper pilot. I can still frak you within an inch of your life.”

She nodded, eyes closed, breath coming in snatches, quiet moans beginning to ease out of her throat. She started to quiver and I frakked just that little bit faster, going in for a lazier kiss, completely at odds with what my hand was doing. She shattered, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her feminine little scream exactly what I’d been thinking about when I’d left the house to get my hands done.

“Love you.” I loved saying it when she couldn’t say it back, when she was still strung out from orgasm and could hardly breathe yet. I loved letting it settle on her skin like a warm blanket that would always be there no matter what else she was wearing.

Prompt: Kara/Lee, viper seat
Long Trip Down

“What the frak do you think you’re doing, Kara?” He climbed the ladder and hung on the opening, checking all the instruments to make sure I wasn’t trying for a quick getaway.

Good. He’s easier to push when he starts out a little miffed. “Gods, Lee, I’m just sitting here. I can finally bend my knee and I needed to be in my Viper.”

“You’re not cleared to fly, Kara.” He was reining it in. Trying, anyway.

“C’mon Lee. Look at me. Am I really trying to get my bird out into space like this?”

I saw the very second he took in what he’d been looking at. Me. In my panties and tanks. Shorts draped over the joystick. I smiled.

“Lieutenant…” He’d raised his voice a bit, as if anyone were in the least bit interested. “I think your seat needs adjusting. Why didn’t you tell me you’d been having this issue?”

By the time he said “issue,” his fingers were flexing inside me and I was trying so hard not to let on. Cally glanced over at us and I tried to wave at her. She looked puzzled for a moment, and I prayed she’d stay on her side of the flight deck. Then she took a long trip down Lee’s backside and smirked. She winked at me and went back to cleaning tools.

I closed my eyes, breathing out “Lee...”

“Problem, Kara?”

I looked up. He was grinning smugly at me from barely six inches away. I just shook my head, unable to talk. I would never tell him, but I loved the way his eyes gleamed when he knew how close I was, when he knew he was the one who’d gotten me there.

He took a quick look around the flight deck before turning back to me. He stroked deeper, his thumb firmer on my clit, and said, “Come for me, Kara,” just before he kissed me hard and pulled back.

My hands flailed for something to hold on to, and I bit my lip to keep the wail in. Lee held my eyes until I stopped shaking, pulled his fingers out gently and wiped them down the front of his tank. I raised my brow and he just shrugged. “I’ll catch whiffs of you for the rest of the day.”

I laughed and caught Cally looking again. I winked at her and we both watched Lee back down the ladder. Lee looked up from the flight deck and asked, “You need any help getting back to your bunk?”

I licked my lips slowly and watched his eyes darken. “I think I can manage.” I quirked my brow. “Unless you’ve got time for me to return the favor?”

I smiled at his heartfelt “Frak!” as he looked at his watch and realized where he was supposed to be right now. I watched his ass until he disappeared at the top of the ladder, and slumped back in my seat. Frak indeed. I needed a nap now, and first I’d have to put my shorts back on and climb that damn ladder myself. I should have said yes.

The ladder clanged and Cally’s head popped up. “Figured you’d pushed yourself farther than you should have and might need some help.”

Cally needed to be promoted. Always did her job with a smile and an eye toward how else she could help. I smiled weakly. “Thanks, Cally.”

She reached in and grabbed my shorts. “C’mon, sir. Let’s get these back on, then get you down the ladder.”

“Hope Chief knows what an asset you are to him, Cally.” I lifted my ass so she could slide the shorts up my hips.

She shrugged and took a step down. “Okay, can you stand?”

I nodded and leaned heavily on the edge of the plane as I climbed out. Cally stayed one step in front of me until I was on the flight deck again, then angled her arm out.

I slipped my hand inside her elbow.

“I know you were happy to be in your plane again, sir, but maybe next time you should make sure that the Captain can stick around to get you back to your bunk.”

She said it in such a monotone way that I was almost shocked when I looked at her and saw the wicked humor in her eyes. I laughed so hard I almost tripped over my own feet. “Gods, Cally.”

“Sorry, sir.” She grinned as she said it, so I knew she was laughing on the inside that the indomitable Starbuck lost her flight deck legs after a good orgasm.

I climbed up that ladder carefully, and assured Cally that I could get back to the bunkroom on my own. I might have to hang onto the damn corridor walls the whole way, but I didn’t tell her that.

“Glad you got a chance to sit in your plane again, sir. I’m sure you really needed that.” She winked at me and headed back down to the flight deck to get back to work.