Bonus Drabble
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riarambles, because it's been well deserved. Ria, I only wish that hot pilotsex inspired me more!!
BSG. Pre-mini series.
*
She's almost there, so very close, bucks up her hips to meet his thrust, her knees pulled up by his sides, his long legs practically dangling off the bed.
He hikes up her hips, rears back, sliding her ankles up onto his shoulders, grins and slams back into her. She grins back, grabs his short hair, shaking his head just a little, grunts as he hits exactly the right spot and starts to peak as the door flies open.
"What the frak?"
Helo keeps thrusting, dumb boy brain stuck in frak mode, eyes wide, horrified. Kara unbends her ankle, knees him away. Sharon stands in the doorway, jaw open, turns, walks quickly away.
Kara rolls her eyes. "Karl, move your ass." She ruffles his head and he collapses on to the sweaty sheets, rolling to his back, covering his eyes with his arm.
"Frak," Kara says again, gets dressed.
*
She goes to the gym before she goes to find Sharon. Works off the tail end of near orgasm on the punching bag, brings herself off in the shower but it's not warm hands, not quick fingers and a hard cock. It's just her – just Kara Thrace and her own self-control. She laughs, choking on the water in the shower. Oh yeah, she's all about the self-control.
When she finds Sharon in the lower rec hall, Boomer's already getting pretty damned close to piss drunk. It's a weird role reversal and Kara's pretty fracking sure that she doesn't like the switch.
She sits down next to her friend, drains her beer in a gulp, takes the half-full one out of Sharon's hand, drinks that too.
Sharon stares at her with those wide doe eyes and Kara tries like hell not to feel guilty.
"He and I," she says. "We've known each other a long time. It's not… it doesn't mean anything."
Sharon opens her mouth to protest, snaps it shut quickly. "I shouldn't care," she whispers. "I should be happy that it's you he's fracking, that he's fracking anyone instead of watching me like I ripped out his heart." Her small fist squeezes and she looks down, surprised.
Kara shrugs. "You moved on." She meets Sharon's eye. The other woman blinks, looks down at her clenched hands, then looks back up at Kara.
"And you haven't," Sharon says. Her voice is kind and she doesn't need to mention Zac.
*
They switch to bourbon after that, toasting the fleet and the many and varied members of it along with their many and varied members.
Kara's always been amazed at the number of dirty jokes Boomer knows. It's those wide doe eyes. She looks like such an innocent. The other pilots always want to see that O of shock on her pretty mouth. The innocence is a front. Boomer's as dirty as the rest of them.
"Hey, you know," Sharon sways into her, nudging Kara with her elbow. "I useta with Helo, and you slept with Helo, so thass almost like I've slept with you."
She smiles wide and sweet and Kara chokes, shoots bourbon out through her nose, laughs as she wipes her face.
"Believe me, if you'd slept with me, you'd remember." Kara growls, struggling for serious, then breaks down into a low, and unexpected giggle.
Sharon leans forward, breath hot and acidic, "Thass what I've heard."
Later, looking back, she's not sure why she kisses Sharon Valeri, not sure if it's any different from any of the other kisses she's shared with pilots over the years. It's hot, sweet, tingling from the burn of decent bourbon. Sharon's mouth is cool, small and she closes her eyes when she kisses, looks like a little girl.
There's a hooting holler when they break away from each other, both a little dazed, but Kara pumps her fists in the air. "Ladies and gentleman, the show's officially over."
Sharon giggles, slings her arm around Kara's shoulders.
"Wanna go back to my rack?" she slurs.
*
They stumble through the narrow hallways, duty still hours away. They're both on special rotation, prepping for the pomp and circumstance of Galactica's retirement, and the rest of Sharon's bunk mates are out flying drills.
"Never fracked a girl," Sharon says, and slides her arms around Kara's neck.
"I'm not a girl," Kara thinks, "Just another fracked up pilot and by the gods, this is just what we do."
She kisses Sharon again, and it's too … soft, too nice. This isn't what she wants. She moves her mouth away, whispers in Sharon's ear. "Thought you were fracking the Chief."
Sharon goes limp, drops her arms. "Yeah," she says, and the drunk is gone, rubbed right off.
She scrubs at her mouth, looks up at Kara. Her eyes are hot, hard, ready for flight. But there's fear there too.
"I think I love… I was gonna…I went to see Helo to… I thought the sex might clear my head." She smirks and then takes a step away, her face a tight grimace. "Didn't expect to see you getting your … head cleared."
She looks at Kara wide eyed, and then they both snort, giggling just a little at the punchline.
"If it helps," Kara says, deadpan, "I'm pretty sure Karl's head is still blocked." Sharon chokes on the harsh bark of laughter, covers her mouth with her hands.
"He's a big boy," she stutters out, and they both start to howl with laughter. "He can fix the blockage himself."
"Might need to use one of those suction hoses down in the bay," Kara chortles, trying to breathe through the laughter.
Laughing so hard that tears are running down her face, Sharon sits on the lower bunk, covers her face in her hands, scrubbing hard. She looks up at Kara.
"You know how it feels, when you shoot out of the run, when you hit open space and you're ready to fire and everything syncs together, thrusters and firing controls and acceleration, it's like you could do it forever..."
"Yeah." She knows exactly what that feels like. It's the only time she feels... complete.
"I think I fracking love him," Sharon says. "It feels like that, everything in tune, like I could do it forever. That's … not good."
Kara sits down next to her. "No," she says softly, "It really isn't."
riarambles, because it's been well deserved. Ria, I only wish that hot pilotsex inspired me more!!BSG. Pre-mini series.
*
She's almost there, so very close, bucks up her hips to meet his thrust, her knees pulled up by his sides, his long legs practically dangling off the bed.
He hikes up her hips, rears back, sliding her ankles up onto his shoulders, grins and slams back into her. She grins back, grabs his short hair, shaking his head just a little, grunts as he hits exactly the right spot and starts to peak as the door flies open.
"What the frak?"
Helo keeps thrusting, dumb boy brain stuck in frak mode, eyes wide, horrified. Kara unbends her ankle, knees him away. Sharon stands in the doorway, jaw open, turns, walks quickly away.
Kara rolls her eyes. "Karl, move your ass." She ruffles his head and he collapses on to the sweaty sheets, rolling to his back, covering his eyes with his arm.
"Frak," Kara says again, gets dressed.
*
She goes to the gym before she goes to find Sharon. Works off the tail end of near orgasm on the punching bag, brings herself off in the shower but it's not warm hands, not quick fingers and a hard cock. It's just her – just Kara Thrace and her own self-control. She laughs, choking on the water in the shower. Oh yeah, she's all about the self-control.
When she finds Sharon in the lower rec hall, Boomer's already getting pretty damned close to piss drunk. It's a weird role reversal and Kara's pretty fracking sure that she doesn't like the switch.
She sits down next to her friend, drains her beer in a gulp, takes the half-full one out of Sharon's hand, drinks that too.
Sharon stares at her with those wide doe eyes and Kara tries like hell not to feel guilty.
"He and I," she says. "We've known each other a long time. It's not… it doesn't mean anything."
Sharon opens her mouth to protest, snaps it shut quickly. "I shouldn't care," she whispers. "I should be happy that it's you he's fracking, that he's fracking anyone instead of watching me like I ripped out his heart." Her small fist squeezes and she looks down, surprised.
Kara shrugs. "You moved on." She meets Sharon's eye. The other woman blinks, looks down at her clenched hands, then looks back up at Kara.
"And you haven't," Sharon says. Her voice is kind and she doesn't need to mention Zac.
*
They switch to bourbon after that, toasting the fleet and the many and varied members of it along with their many and varied members.
Kara's always been amazed at the number of dirty jokes Boomer knows. It's those wide doe eyes. She looks like such an innocent. The other pilots always want to see that O of shock on her pretty mouth. The innocence is a front. Boomer's as dirty as the rest of them.
"Hey, you know," Sharon sways into her, nudging Kara with her elbow. "I useta with Helo, and you slept with Helo, so thass almost like I've slept with you."
She smiles wide and sweet and Kara chokes, shoots bourbon out through her nose, laughs as she wipes her face.
"Believe me, if you'd slept with me, you'd remember." Kara growls, struggling for serious, then breaks down into a low, and unexpected giggle.
Sharon leans forward, breath hot and acidic, "Thass what I've heard."
Later, looking back, she's not sure why she kisses Sharon Valeri, not sure if it's any different from any of the other kisses she's shared with pilots over the years. It's hot, sweet, tingling from the burn of decent bourbon. Sharon's mouth is cool, small and she closes her eyes when she kisses, looks like a little girl.
There's a hooting holler when they break away from each other, both a little dazed, but Kara pumps her fists in the air. "Ladies and gentleman, the show's officially over."
Sharon giggles, slings her arm around Kara's shoulders.
"Wanna go back to my rack?" she slurs.
*
They stumble through the narrow hallways, duty still hours away. They're both on special rotation, prepping for the pomp and circumstance of Galactica's retirement, and the rest of Sharon's bunk mates are out flying drills.
"Never fracked a girl," Sharon says, and slides her arms around Kara's neck.
"I'm not a girl," Kara thinks, "Just another fracked up pilot and by the gods, this is just what we do."
She kisses Sharon again, and it's too … soft, too nice. This isn't what she wants. She moves her mouth away, whispers in Sharon's ear. "Thought you were fracking the Chief."
Sharon goes limp, drops her arms. "Yeah," she says, and the drunk is gone, rubbed right off.
She scrubs at her mouth, looks up at Kara. Her eyes are hot, hard, ready for flight. But there's fear there too.
"I think I love… I was gonna…I went to see Helo to… I thought the sex might clear my head." She smirks and then takes a step away, her face a tight grimace. "Didn't expect to see you getting your … head cleared."
She looks at Kara wide eyed, and then they both snort, giggling just a little at the punchline.
"If it helps," Kara says, deadpan, "I'm pretty sure Karl's head is still blocked." Sharon chokes on the harsh bark of laughter, covers her mouth with her hands.
"He's a big boy," she stutters out, and they both start to howl with laughter. "He can fix the blockage himself."
"Might need to use one of those suction hoses down in the bay," Kara chortles, trying to breathe through the laughter.
Laughing so hard that tears are running down her face, Sharon sits on the lower bunk, covers her face in her hands, scrubbing hard. She looks up at Kara.
"You know how it feels, when you shoot out of the run, when you hit open space and you're ready to fire and everything syncs together, thrusters and firing controls and acceleration, it's like you could do it forever..."
"Yeah." She knows exactly what that feels like. It's the only time she feels... complete.
"I think I fracking love him," Sharon says. "It feels like that, everything in tune, like I could do it forever. That's … not good."
Kara sits down next to her. "No," she says softly, "It really isn't."
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Date: 2006-06-23 09:16 pm (UTC)Ouchouchouchouchouch.
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Date: 2006-06-24 01:48 am (UTC)*fangirls you*
That last exchange! *dies*
You've just made Sharon more interesting in less than 1000 words than she's been in two seasons. Congratulations.
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Date: 2006-06-26 12:49 am (UTC)Thank you for my hot pilotsex!
*loves*