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Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: R. ish. Lesbians. Sex.
Set: After Six Degrees of Seperation.
Notes: all Qwirky's fault. Bah.
Second note: Please do not tell me to stop writing.
Just Like Me
by ALC Punk! It's a tangle of limbs. Pale ones and bronze ones. Extra bronze ones that make no sense until two dark heads surface, kissing fiercely while the blonde watches. "Does this count as masturbation?" She finally asks, one hand buried fully in the Boomer to her right. Boomer to her left growls as Boomer's fingers tangle inside of her. "Shut up." "Mmm. Can't decide, can you." She wants to mock them, can't help but mock them. Not when they're like this. "I said," a fist impacts her jaw, and Boomer smirks as the bruise appears, "Shut up." "Was that for Caprica?" "Maybe." Six fingers shove into her, and Six arches, her breath catching on the wave of sensation. "She's so easy," One Boomer says to the other. "Mmm. So are you, really." "Bite me." "Gladly." Six feels the shift as Boomer moves to go down on herself. She gives a breathless laugh as the fingers insde of her wriggle and writhe, and the orgasm shatters her control. Things come in pieces, then. Dark hands moving on pale skin and pale hands tangled in dark hair. Tongues and breasts, nipples and fingertips. Thrusts and moans and whimpers of pain/pleasure that shatter seconds later. And light, always light as her back arches, her nipples harden, her autonomic responses shift her/them (it) ever closer towards fulfillment. Boomer kisses Sharon and Six winds her hands into both of them, fingers long and fluid. It takes less time for her to make them shatter, and she takes pride in her skill before they turn on her, fingers and lips and tongues driving her insane until she's arching and begging them for release. She comes hard, hand clenching the sheets so tightly she wonders if they're reduced to their molecular components. "Well, that was fun," Boomer says, sliding up Six's body to lick her breasts while Boomer slides down the both of them, hands gliding over sweat-soaked skin. "You were right." "Women are more fun, yes." "I told you." Boomer says before closing her mouth on the sweet spot behind Six's left knee. Too much stimulation, and Six bucks Boomer off, rolling her onto her back while Sharon grabs her legs. Someone else's turn for the pleasure and they kiss hungrily as fingers slide in and out. More pieces, reflections in a mirror driven by sensations overwhelming her mind (their mind), and Six can feel something in all of them reaching. It's Baltar's wet dream, she decides as they fall down into darkness. -f- © 2005 ALC Punk! |