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bantha_fodder) wrote2005-09-26 12:10 pm
bantha_fodder) wrote2005-09-26 12:10 pm
Entry tags:
- bsg,
- fic,
- kara/lee,
- lee,
- lee/dualla
[fic] directions sweat under the sheets [bsg] [kara and lee sexing]
title: directions sweat under the sheets
author: bantha_fodder
fandom: bsg
rating: SEX
spoilers: final cut
oppression number one: when the pilots are walking away from the hangar and the camera in final cut.
***
He puts a hand on her shoulder; says, don't give them the time of day in the things he doesn't say; pushes her towards an exit.
Checks for witnesses.
*
"That bitch!" she says. She pushes his hand away, and he doesn't know if she's talking about Biers or Kat. He thinks it matters, but he picks his battles.
Besides, they can fight for themselves.
Kara strikes out at a bulkhead, punches it and gives a kick to the wall for good measure. Recoils and shakes her foot with pain, and Lee tries not to laugh.
"You can take that wall, Kara," says Lee. He tries to goad her, cheer her up, but she gives him a look, and knows what he's doing.
"Not like it's hard enough, without those frakkers in our faces every minute. Better watch them, Lee. Next they'll be asking to take a seat on a raptor during battle."
"Kara," he says, and approaches her slowly, arms out, voice soft, like he's calming a wild beast.
The similarities do not go unnoticed.
"Kara," he says again. "That's not going to happen, and you know it."
She punches the wall again, but she doesn't really mean it, and he can tell.
"Calm down," he says, though he doesn't need to, and brings his hands to rest on her shoulders. "Don't want the cameras to catch you beating up a wall," he says with a smile, and she gives a feral grin in return.
"I can think of other things that shouldn't get caught on camera," she says, and reaches for the neck of his tanks. She twists her fingers in the material and pulls. He flies towards her, flings his arms out and presses his hands against the wall on either side of her head.
"Kara," he says warningly as she draws him closer.
"Lee," she says, and gives him this mocking grin, all challenge and lust, and he's not one to back down from her.
He kisses her. Nips at her lips and she laughs. "You can do better than that," she says, and she untangles her hands from his tanks and holds his face to hers. Kara is all dry lips and sharp teeth until she pushes her tongue into his mouth and he slips his hands under her tanks and suddenly she is all soft curves and warm skin. He pushes her tanks up and over her head, and with his hands still covered in her clothes she takes the opportunity to reach for his belt.
"Not going to take off my tanks?" he asks, mock-offended.
"Take your own tanks off," she says. "I'm kind of busy here." She draws his zip down, and pauses to grasp his cock.
"I can see that," he says, and pushes her back against the wall.
"That's cold!" she yelps.
"Deal with it," he replies, and reaches a hand into her pants. She leans forward and kisses him again. She groans against his mouth as he slides a finger inside her, and she tightens her grip on his cock. Starts moving her hand up and down the length of him, and when she stops he hisses. "Kara," he breathes out against her neck, and she shivers.
"Come on Lee. Put a little more effort into it."
He gives her a disbelieving look, meets her eyes, and bites down on her neck as he slides another finger inside her. Her head against the wall, she pants and thrusts towards him, and as she starts to shudder he stops, and uses his free arm to pin her still against the wall.
"You can't be serious," she says, and he grins as he pushes his pants down and slides into her.
"I am," he says, and thrusts. She holds him closes and presses her nails into his back, and as she tightens around his cock and silently mouths words into the cool ship air he comes.
They part and do up their pants; reach for their tanks. "Wouldn't want that on camera, huh?" he asks, and she reaches for him, squeezes his wrist. Lets go.
"We don't get those sorts of channels anymore," she says.
He laughs, and they bump shoulders as they wander off. "You'd make a fortune."
"Porn Stars of the Galactica," she laughs. "I'm thinking about it.
END
author: bantha_fodder
fandom: bsg
rating: SEX
spoilers: final cut
oppression number one: when the pilots are walking away from the hangar and the camera in final cut.
***
He puts a hand on her shoulder; says, don't give them the time of day in the things he doesn't say; pushes her towards an exit.
Checks for witnesses.
*
"That bitch!" she says. She pushes his hand away, and he doesn't know if she's talking about Biers or Kat. He thinks it matters, but he picks his battles.
Besides, they can fight for themselves.
Kara strikes out at a bulkhead, punches it and gives a kick to the wall for good measure. Recoils and shakes her foot with pain, and Lee tries not to laugh.
"You can take that wall, Kara," says Lee. He tries to goad her, cheer her up, but she gives him a look, and knows what he's doing.
"Not like it's hard enough, without those frakkers in our faces every minute. Better watch them, Lee. Next they'll be asking to take a seat on a raptor during battle."
"Kara," he says, and approaches her slowly, arms out, voice soft, like he's calming a wild beast.
The similarities do not go unnoticed.
"Kara," he says again. "That's not going to happen, and you know it."
She punches the wall again, but she doesn't really mean it, and he can tell.
"Calm down," he says, though he doesn't need to, and brings his hands to rest on her shoulders. "Don't want the cameras to catch you beating up a wall," he says with a smile, and she gives a feral grin in return.
"I can think of other things that shouldn't get caught on camera," she says, and reaches for the neck of his tanks. She twists her fingers in the material and pulls. He flies towards her, flings his arms out and presses his hands against the wall on either side of her head.
"Kara," he says warningly as she draws him closer.
"Lee," she says, and gives him this mocking grin, all challenge and lust, and he's not one to back down from her.
He kisses her. Nips at her lips and she laughs. "You can do better than that," she says, and she untangles her hands from his tanks and holds his face to hers. Kara is all dry lips and sharp teeth until she pushes her tongue into his mouth and he slips his hands under her tanks and suddenly she is all soft curves and warm skin. He pushes her tanks up and over her head, and with his hands still covered in her clothes she takes the opportunity to reach for his belt.
"Not going to take off my tanks?" he asks, mock-offended.
"Take your own tanks off," she says. "I'm kind of busy here." She draws his zip down, and pauses to grasp his cock.
"I can see that," he says, and pushes her back against the wall.
"That's cold!" she yelps.
"Deal with it," he replies, and reaches a hand into her pants. She leans forward and kisses him again. She groans against his mouth as he slides a finger inside her, and she tightens her grip on his cock. Starts moving her hand up and down the length of him, and when she stops he hisses. "Kara," he breathes out against her neck, and she shivers.
"Come on Lee. Put a little more effort into it."
He gives her a disbelieving look, meets her eyes, and bites down on her neck as he slides another finger inside her. Her head against the wall, she pants and thrusts towards him, and as she starts to shudder he stops, and uses his free arm to pin her still against the wall.
"You can't be serious," she says, and he grins as he pushes his pants down and slides into her.
"I am," he says, and thrusts. She holds him closes and presses her nails into his back, and as she tightens around his cock and silently mouths words into the cool ship air he comes.
They part and do up their pants; reach for their tanks. "Wouldn't want that on camera, huh?" he asks, and she reaches for him, squeezes his wrist. Lets go.
"We don't get those sorts of channels anymore," she says.
He laughs, and they bump shoulders as they wander off. "You'd make a fortune."
"Porn Stars of the Galactica," she laughs. "I'm thinking about it.
END
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*squees*
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Please tell me that I will be oppressed by you again.
Slowly.
Yes. Oh My Yes. Verrrreeee slowly and carefully.
Somebody find me a cooling soothing unoppressive drink... I'll be over here feeling overwhelmed by the hotness of oppression.
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I'm glad you changed "she tightens around her cock" to "she tightens around his cock". Had me concerned for a moment there. At least I swear that's what it was the first time I read it.
Overall, definitely not bad. I honestly think you write well. You write at a professional level when one considers the nuts and bolts of language, in my opinion. Still reckon you need to write more original fiction. I find the obsessive examination, reexamination, re-layering, re-casting, recycling, navel-gazing etc. etc. of fanfic verges on the tedium of heavily introspective self-mythological blogging, if you know what I mean. Wouldn't it be more fun? Yeah, I know, I just don't understand. But seriously.
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Heh.
I need a pornier icon. For real.
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Yes, I approve.
I need sexy porn icons.
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Rawr!
/em fans herself
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Mmm, porn stars of the Galactica...
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um, will it have Teh Hot Sexing in every chapter?
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Verrrrrrrry nice, hon. I like the mix of frustration and sex and, as always, your Lee and Kara voices are excellent. *applauds*
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