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ficlet: BSG, post-series
Paulla/Ishay/Lee. Porny. Unedited.
Paulla knows Ishay is easy, Layne she'll whisper, mouth trailing down the back of Ishay's neck while her hands clench on the edge of the lab bench. You want me to leave, Layne?
The answer is always no and Paulla has more than one bruise, courtesy Ishay's less-than-gentle reaction to sex after the fall of the colonies. It gets worse on Earth, worse when there's no lab bench, just rocks and trees and Ishay's worn-out boots and Paulla's dirt-encrusted fingernails.
Adama is something new and different, something that Ishay gets, but Paulla's still not certain about until he's arguing with her about where the best place for a settlement is and she pushes him up against a tree--
Rough hands close on her hips, yanking her in against him, and she thinks a little too giddily that this was exactly what she wanted.
Too late, she remembers she was meeting Ishay down here.
Not that it matters, warm heat presses up against her back, and the question is presented against her neck, Layne's voice a little huskier than it should be, Do you want me to leave, Paulla?
Her no gets lost in Lee Adama's mouth, but it doesn't matter--her hand is reaching behind, pulling at Ishay's tunic, holding her close.
Then Ishay's laughing, pulling them both away from the tree and sliding between them, turning and kissing Paulla, legs getting tangled together, both grabbing onto Lee, who's not balanced enough to keep them up-right.
Grass is more forgiving than metal and concrete, and Paulla arches, wriggling free and turning to drag Ishay's tunic off, Lee joining her an instant later, while Ishay argues over their clothed state--
It doesn't take much to get them mostly-naked. Enough for hands and mouths, for Lee to be pressing into Paulla's hand and Ishay to be kissing her way between Paulla's breasts.
The sunlight makes them all shine too-bright, and Paulla has to close her eyes, one hand tangling fingers in Ishay's half-wrecked pony-tail, almost afraid this is a dream. If it's an illusion, Lee's half-strangled moan of complaint when Ishay smacks his ass seems wrong.
She thinks, coming down and scraping her nails against Lee's back while Ishay is beneath him, that she could get used to this.
Paulla knows Ishay is easy, Layne she'll whisper, mouth trailing down the back of Ishay's neck while her hands clench on the edge of the lab bench. You want me to leave, Layne?
The answer is always no and Paulla has more than one bruise, courtesy Ishay's less-than-gentle reaction to sex after the fall of the colonies. It gets worse on Earth, worse when there's no lab bench, just rocks and trees and Ishay's worn-out boots and Paulla's dirt-encrusted fingernails.
Adama is something new and different, something that Ishay gets, but Paulla's still not certain about until he's arguing with her about where the best place for a settlement is and she pushes him up against a tree--
Rough hands close on her hips, yanking her in against him, and she thinks a little too giddily that this was exactly what she wanted.
Too late, she remembers she was meeting Ishay down here.
Not that it matters, warm heat presses up against her back, and the question is presented against her neck, Layne's voice a little huskier than it should be, Do you want me to leave, Paulla?
Her no gets lost in Lee Adama's mouth, but it doesn't matter--her hand is reaching behind, pulling at Ishay's tunic, holding her close.
Then Ishay's laughing, pulling them both away from the tree and sliding between them, turning and kissing Paulla, legs getting tangled together, both grabbing onto Lee, who's not balanced enough to keep them up-right.
Grass is more forgiving than metal and concrete, and Paulla arches, wriggling free and turning to drag Ishay's tunic off, Lee joining her an instant later, while Ishay argues over their clothed state--
It doesn't take much to get them mostly-naked. Enough for hands and mouths, for Lee to be pressing into Paulla's hand and Ishay to be kissing her way between Paulla's breasts.
The sunlight makes them all shine too-bright, and Paulla has to close her eyes, one hand tangling fingers in Ishay's half-wrecked pony-tail, almost afraid this is a dream. If it's an illusion, Lee's half-strangled moan of complaint when Ishay smacks his ass seems wrong.
She thinks, coming down and scraping her nails against Lee's back while Ishay is beneath him, that she could get used to this.
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