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fic: bsg porn battle, Maybe it's Curiosity, Cally/Tory
Disclaimer: not mine.
rating: NC17, warnings: porn
length: 2000+
pairing: Cally Henderson-Tyrol/Tory Foster
set: during Ties That Bind
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bsg_pornbattle, off the prompt 'stuck in a moment'. It is about three times as long as I'd expected it to be.
Maybe it's Curiosity
by ALC Punk!
Cally was on her way back to her quarters from Cottle's, her head down, filled with all sorts of stupid thoughts when she ran into the woman causing her problems. Suicide, despair, anger, and uncertainty, were all swirling around her brain, making it hard to think properly as Tory Foster stepped back from their near-collision. She looked just as shocked, so Cally didn't give eother of them time to recover.
Her mouth still tasted like cigarette ash and bitterness. "You."
"Cally--"
Whatever Tory was going to say, Cally didn't want to hear it. She grabbed the other woman, shoving at her, forcing her into the nearby small arms locker (empty since the Cylon incursion) with its hatch half-hanging open. "You listen to me," she snarled, all of her uncertainty crystalizing into anger and an ugly jealousy.
How could Galen look at her, Cally, when Tory was there? Tory, who was beautiful and confident, slim--with no stretch marks or belly from having a child--was like a goddess compared to her. Cally felt dumpy and haggard, even staring at her through a haze of anger.
"You stay away from my husband." The words were barely coherent, her hands shaking with her rage.
"It's not like that--we're not having an affair--" Grabbing for Cally's hands, Tory half-smiled, "You have to believe me."
Believe the woman who had been stroking Galen's hand? Who had been leaning in, like a lover just waiting to be asked for a kiss? Cally tried to pull her hands free and found Tory's grip too hard. "Don't lie to me--"
"I could." With a strange look in her eyes, Tory released Cally's hands only to step closer, one hand coming up to touch her face, cupping her cheek gently. "I could lie and say we've been sleeping together since New Caprica. That he talks about how he's tired of you whining, that we make love--"
Cally choked on her rage and balled her hand into a fist, swinging up, aiming for that perfect mouth with its too-wide lips.
"But those would be lies," Tory finished, voice thoughtful, Cally's fist in her hand, blocked faster than Cally had expected. "It's not him I want."
"I'm not stupid," yanking to free herself, she was almost surprised when she succeeded. She rubbed her fingers, caught, suddenly, in the whirlwind of her curiosity, of the myriad emotions that had propelled her away from Cottle's domain in a state that had led her to Tory. "Who is it you want?"
That strange look crossed Tory's face again, and then her lips curved a little, almost a smile. "You."
OK. That was frakking ridiculous, and Cally had to laugh at it, had to laugh at them, squaring off with the hatch half-open, where any passing marine could find the deck chief's wife yelling at the president's aide. Turning away, Cally shoved the hatch closed, not sure why she didn't just leave. She'd delivered her warning, she'd been frustrated in more than one urge, but she should go.
Except her skin was buzzing, itching with anger and something else: awareness.
Tory was attractive, she wasn't military, she didn't move with that sense of honor and duty. She just... moved. Slinked, almost. It was a business-like movement, Cally didn't deny that, but there was something almost predatory about the other woman. Something she found fascinating.
"Why me?" She didn't turn away from the hatch, not wanting to see the triumph in Tory's eyes. Cally's curiosity getting the better of her would probably work well, for Foster's plans (whatever they were).
"I don't know. There's just... something. Cally. You should leave." Tory's hand touched her shoulder, "I don't want to get between you and Galen."
Something about the way Tory said his name made Cally jerk away. She whirled, her hands grabbing Tory, slamming her up against one of the empty gun-racks. "You've already done that," she hissed, feeling a little fear at how fast her anger had returned.
"Yes," Tory said, and then she kissed her.
It was unexpected, and Cally wanted it to feel like nothing, but something almost electric shot through her, warmth pulsing along her veins for a long, terrifying instant, before Tory stopped, her eyes wide.
"This... This is different," she whispered, as if to herself.
Cally could feel where they were pressed against each other, her fingers hard on Tory's arms, their pulses not quite matching. She sucked in a breath to say something and couldn't. I hate you. She wanted to say that. She wanted to tell Tory to get out. Frak, she wanted to leave.
But something was stopping her. With a twist of her hips, she pushed her leg between Tory's and kissed her back, awkward for a moment before experience took over.
It was different than kissing a man, and yet the same factors--movement, taste, noses--caused her to shift and adjust until she was sucking at Tory's lower lip, teeth nibbling at it in a way that was making Tory whimper just a little, her body shifting and pressing into Cally's.
Cally could still taste cigarettes at the back of her throat as she pulled back and looked at Tory for a moment.
"Is that it?" Tory whispered, eyes heavy and dark, "Just going to kiss and walk away?"
Reaching down, Cally tugged Tory's shirt free and let her fingers tease the skin there. Gods. She should walk away, but there was some obstinate part of her that felt this was justice, of a sort. Which made no sense, but her marriage was falling apart, and this woman was to blame.
Making it for more than one reason would simply be icing on the cake.
"You really want this? You really want me?" Cally demanded, her anger back, this time providing a counter-point to the little thrill of arousal that being in charge had always given her.
"New experiences--yes, I do."
Several ideas ran through Cally's mind, and she shivered in anticipation for a moment before her practical side reminded her that having Tory on her knees would be awkward for them to be walked in on.
Pushing her hand up inside Tory's shirt further, Cally snapped her bra-band, then rubbed her thumb over Tory's erect nipple. "What if I walked out? Would you frak the next marine that walked by for your new experience?"
"No." With that odd look in her eyes again, Tory cupped Cally's face in her hands and kissed her.
There was a strange reverence in it that unsettled Cally and she broke free first, backing away and sitting down on the empty crate no one had bothered removing.
"Are you going to leave?" Suddenly efficient and business-like again, Tory began unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes challenging.
Watching for a moment, Cally found that her mouth was dry. She swallowed, suddenly wondering if her little fantasy flash was such a bad idea after all. "What if I wanted you to eat me out?" Galen liked doing it, but he wasn't exactly good at it--as fond as she was of him, he was less delicate and more... gung-ho.
The enthusiasm always had made up for a lot, though.
But Cally had heard about women--hell, if what Seelix said about Maggie was half-true, women were excellent at it.
Frak, the thought was getting her hot. Cally didn't know what the hell to make of that, she'd never really been into women--but then again, she hadn't had one staring at her with hungry eyes while she played with her own breasts in front of her.
Cally swallowed again and stood up, unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down. For some reason, she couldn't make herself take off her underwear, though.
"Sit down again," Tory suggested, moving away from the gun-rack, pulling off her blouse completely and leaving it behind, neatly draped from a hook. "I think I'd enjoy that."
"On your knees." The words came out in a whisper, and Cally cleared her throat, leaning forward and grabbing Tory's waist, pulling her in so Cally could kiss her belly, lips moving upwards as Tory slowly sank down between Cally's legs. When she was crouched, Cally kissed her lips again, then released her, following Tory's directions and leaning back against the wall.
Tory hovered for a moment, looking at her, then pushed Cally's shirts up and leaned in to take one of Cally's nipples between her lips for a quick, sharp, suck.
Sensitive, Cally let a cross between a squawk and a moan, then gasped when Tory's fingers began stroking her thighs and belly, dipping lower and lower until one hand palmed over her aching pussy.
"Imagine I'm Galen," Tory murmured, and the anger sparked at the back of Cally's mind to be drowned out in pleasure as Tory bent to her task.
She was nothing like Galen. Butterfly touches and brief little caresses and fingers testing, teasing, until Cally was gasping for breath, one hand tangled in Tory's hair while the other was white-knuckled on the edge of the box. She could feel her orgasm building, the climax climbing her spine until Tory licked again, deeper, harder.
Again and again until she couldn't feel anything but those insistent touches.
A loud sound started to escape Cally, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, not wanting to attract attention, but unable to keep still, writhing, as Tory expertly tongued her into an explosive climax.
Shuddering, Cally tried to catch her breath, to relax a little. But looking down, she could see a wicked gleam in Tory's eyes and Cally tightened her hand in the other woman's hair out of reflex an instant before Tory started it all over again.
"Wait--" Cally choked off her words in a low moan as Tory slid a finger into her, teasing and wriggling.
"Do you want me to stop?" Tory's breath puffed against Cally's sensitive skin and she whimpered softly. "Mmm. Someone's a little jumpy." She licked Cally from top to bottom, then reached up and tugged at Cally's wrist, "If you want me to stop, you have to let go."
Slowly, Cally untangled her fingers from Tory's hair, flexing them and slumping a little. "I need a rest," she mumbled.
Tory leaned her head on Cally's knee and looked up at her. "Do you believe me now?"
"Maybe." Shifting, Cally sat up again, then pushed at Tory, "Get off me."
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet--" Grabbing Cally's hips, she pulled and rocked backwards, yanking Cally off the crate.
Her knees hit the floor and she yelped as the cold grating bit deep. Angry again, she grabbed for Tory and found Tory falling backwards, laughing a little as Cally landed on top of her.
"That hurt," Cally growled, aware that Tory still had her pants on, though her breasts were pressed against Cally's, bare skin from neck to waist feeling tantalisingly different. No hair, flittered across her mind and then she bent her head and kissed Tory.
Tasting herself on Tory's mouth was different than on Galen's. Less stubble, for one thing.
"Please." Stroking her hands up Cally's sides, Tory then caught hers and pulled them down. "You feel so good, Cally. Please."
Unable to decide if the words were artificial, Cally worked Tory's pants loose and slid her hand inside, getting down between her legs. Tory was soaking her panties, and she shuddered as Cally stroked her through the damp fabric.
"Beg me," Cally hissed, fingers freezing.
Eyes locking, Cally could see a spark of anger at the back of Tory's before she rocked her hips and smiled, "Please, Cally. Please frak me."
Cally hadn't ever done this with a woman, and she should have felt awkward as she wormed her fingers inside Tory's panties. But she knew what should work, and Tory was very good at giving mumbling little directions until Cally was stroking her just right, making her moan and shift until Cally had to kiss her to keep the noise level down.
Making Tory Foster come apart in her hands wasn't something Cally had ever thought she'd do, but there was a sense of power in it that she rather enjoyed.
She kissed Tory's mouth, then her cheek and then bit at her neck, teeth almost marking her. Tory shuddered beneath her, crying out, the sound echoing too-loud in their deserted little locker.
Pulling her fingers free, Cally pushed up onto her knees again, then pressed them to Tory's lips. Tory opened her mouth, greedily sucking the taste from them, her eyes still dark as she watched Cally watching her. Cally bit her lip, but remained on her knees.
"I think this is never happening again," she said, her voice a little too-quiet. She turned away and stood to work on getting her pants back on and her clothes straightened.
Tory stood, completely unashamed in her dishevelment, her hair in a mess from Cally's fingers. "I was expecting you to say that."
Frowning, Cally finished fastening her pants, then tucked her shirts in. She wasn't sure she liked the implication that she was predictable. She grabbed for Tory again, backing her into the wall and kissing her fiercely. "You don't own me," she informed the president's aide. "You don't decide what's expected."
Tory's fingers pinched one of Cally's nipples, making her jump. "I'll keep that in mind."
Jerking free of her, Cally moved to the hatch, not caring if anyone caught Tory in a state of undress. "And one other thing," the anger was back, a little, coupled with a sense of unreality and dread. Something she didn't understand. She turned back to look at Tory, "You stay the frak away from my husband."
She didn't wait for a response, slamming the hatch behind her before heading back to quarters. It would be time for Nicky to be picked up from daycare soon, and she needed to wash her hands.
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rating: NC17, warnings: porn
length: 2000+
pairing: Cally Henderson-Tyrol/Tory Foster
set: during Ties That Bind
notes: This is for the
bsg_pornbattle, off the prompt 'stuck in a moment'. It is about three times as long as I'd expected it to be.Maybe it's Curiosity
by ALC Punk!
Cally was on her way back to her quarters from Cottle's, her head down, filled with all sorts of stupid thoughts when she ran into the woman causing her problems. Suicide, despair, anger, and uncertainty, were all swirling around her brain, making it hard to think properly as Tory Foster stepped back from their near-collision. She looked just as shocked, so Cally didn't give eother of them time to recover.
Her mouth still tasted like cigarette ash and bitterness. "You."
"Cally--"
Whatever Tory was going to say, Cally didn't want to hear it. She grabbed the other woman, shoving at her, forcing her into the nearby small arms locker (empty since the Cylon incursion) with its hatch half-hanging open. "You listen to me," she snarled, all of her uncertainty crystalizing into anger and an ugly jealousy.
How could Galen look at her, Cally, when Tory was there? Tory, who was beautiful and confident, slim--with no stretch marks or belly from having a child--was like a goddess compared to her. Cally felt dumpy and haggard, even staring at her through a haze of anger.
"You stay away from my husband." The words were barely coherent, her hands shaking with her rage.
"It's not like that--we're not having an affair--" Grabbing for Cally's hands, Tory half-smiled, "You have to believe me."
Believe the woman who had been stroking Galen's hand? Who had been leaning in, like a lover just waiting to be asked for a kiss? Cally tried to pull her hands free and found Tory's grip too hard. "Don't lie to me--"
"I could." With a strange look in her eyes, Tory released Cally's hands only to step closer, one hand coming up to touch her face, cupping her cheek gently. "I could lie and say we've been sleeping together since New Caprica. That he talks about how he's tired of you whining, that we make love--"
Cally choked on her rage and balled her hand into a fist, swinging up, aiming for that perfect mouth with its too-wide lips.
"But those would be lies," Tory finished, voice thoughtful, Cally's fist in her hand, blocked faster than Cally had expected. "It's not him I want."
"I'm not stupid," yanking to free herself, she was almost surprised when she succeeded. She rubbed her fingers, caught, suddenly, in the whirlwind of her curiosity, of the myriad emotions that had propelled her away from Cottle's domain in a state that had led her to Tory. "Who is it you want?"
That strange look crossed Tory's face again, and then her lips curved a little, almost a smile. "You."
OK. That was frakking ridiculous, and Cally had to laugh at it, had to laugh at them, squaring off with the hatch half-open, where any passing marine could find the deck chief's wife yelling at the president's aide. Turning away, Cally shoved the hatch closed, not sure why she didn't just leave. She'd delivered her warning, she'd been frustrated in more than one urge, but she should go.
Except her skin was buzzing, itching with anger and something else: awareness.
Tory was attractive, she wasn't military, she didn't move with that sense of honor and duty. She just... moved. Slinked, almost. It was a business-like movement, Cally didn't deny that, but there was something almost predatory about the other woman. Something she found fascinating.
"Why me?" She didn't turn away from the hatch, not wanting to see the triumph in Tory's eyes. Cally's curiosity getting the better of her would probably work well, for Foster's plans (whatever they were).
"I don't know. There's just... something. Cally. You should leave." Tory's hand touched her shoulder, "I don't want to get between you and Galen."
Something about the way Tory said his name made Cally jerk away. She whirled, her hands grabbing Tory, slamming her up against one of the empty gun-racks. "You've already done that," she hissed, feeling a little fear at how fast her anger had returned.
"Yes," Tory said, and then she kissed her.
It was unexpected, and Cally wanted it to feel like nothing, but something almost electric shot through her, warmth pulsing along her veins for a long, terrifying instant, before Tory stopped, her eyes wide.
"This... This is different," she whispered, as if to herself.
Cally could feel where they were pressed against each other, her fingers hard on Tory's arms, their pulses not quite matching. She sucked in a breath to say something and couldn't. I hate you. She wanted to say that. She wanted to tell Tory to get out. Frak, she wanted to leave.
But something was stopping her. With a twist of her hips, she pushed her leg between Tory's and kissed her back, awkward for a moment before experience took over.
It was different than kissing a man, and yet the same factors--movement, taste, noses--caused her to shift and adjust until she was sucking at Tory's lower lip, teeth nibbling at it in a way that was making Tory whimper just a little, her body shifting and pressing into Cally's.
Cally could still taste cigarettes at the back of her throat as she pulled back and looked at Tory for a moment.
"Is that it?" Tory whispered, eyes heavy and dark, "Just going to kiss and walk away?"
Reaching down, Cally tugged Tory's shirt free and let her fingers tease the skin there. Gods. She should walk away, but there was some obstinate part of her that felt this was justice, of a sort. Which made no sense, but her marriage was falling apart, and this woman was to blame.
Making it for more than one reason would simply be icing on the cake.
"You really want this? You really want me?" Cally demanded, her anger back, this time providing a counter-point to the little thrill of arousal that being in charge had always given her.
"New experiences--yes, I do."
Several ideas ran through Cally's mind, and she shivered in anticipation for a moment before her practical side reminded her that having Tory on her knees would be awkward for them to be walked in on.
Pushing her hand up inside Tory's shirt further, Cally snapped her bra-band, then rubbed her thumb over Tory's erect nipple. "What if I walked out? Would you frak the next marine that walked by for your new experience?"
"No." With that odd look in her eyes again, Tory cupped Cally's face in her hands and kissed her.
There was a strange reverence in it that unsettled Cally and she broke free first, backing away and sitting down on the empty crate no one had bothered removing.
"Are you going to leave?" Suddenly efficient and business-like again, Tory began unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes challenging.
Watching for a moment, Cally found that her mouth was dry. She swallowed, suddenly wondering if her little fantasy flash was such a bad idea after all. "What if I wanted you to eat me out?" Galen liked doing it, but he wasn't exactly good at it--as fond as she was of him, he was less delicate and more... gung-ho.
The enthusiasm always had made up for a lot, though.
But Cally had heard about women--hell, if what Seelix said about Maggie was half-true, women were excellent at it.
Frak, the thought was getting her hot. Cally didn't know what the hell to make of that, she'd never really been into women--but then again, she hadn't had one staring at her with hungry eyes while she played with her own breasts in front of her.
Cally swallowed again and stood up, unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down. For some reason, she couldn't make herself take off her underwear, though.
"Sit down again," Tory suggested, moving away from the gun-rack, pulling off her blouse completely and leaving it behind, neatly draped from a hook. "I think I'd enjoy that."
"On your knees." The words came out in a whisper, and Cally cleared her throat, leaning forward and grabbing Tory's waist, pulling her in so Cally could kiss her belly, lips moving upwards as Tory slowly sank down between Cally's legs. When she was crouched, Cally kissed her lips again, then released her, following Tory's directions and leaning back against the wall.
Tory hovered for a moment, looking at her, then pushed Cally's shirts up and leaned in to take one of Cally's nipples between her lips for a quick, sharp, suck.
Sensitive, Cally let a cross between a squawk and a moan, then gasped when Tory's fingers began stroking her thighs and belly, dipping lower and lower until one hand palmed over her aching pussy.
"Imagine I'm Galen," Tory murmured, and the anger sparked at the back of Cally's mind to be drowned out in pleasure as Tory bent to her task.
She was nothing like Galen. Butterfly touches and brief little caresses and fingers testing, teasing, until Cally was gasping for breath, one hand tangled in Tory's hair while the other was white-knuckled on the edge of the box. She could feel her orgasm building, the climax climbing her spine until Tory licked again, deeper, harder.
Again and again until she couldn't feel anything but those insistent touches.
A loud sound started to escape Cally, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, not wanting to attract attention, but unable to keep still, writhing, as Tory expertly tongued her into an explosive climax.
Shuddering, Cally tried to catch her breath, to relax a little. But looking down, she could see a wicked gleam in Tory's eyes and Cally tightened her hand in the other woman's hair out of reflex an instant before Tory started it all over again.
"Wait--" Cally choked off her words in a low moan as Tory slid a finger into her, teasing and wriggling.
"Do you want me to stop?" Tory's breath puffed against Cally's sensitive skin and she whimpered softly. "Mmm. Someone's a little jumpy." She licked Cally from top to bottom, then reached up and tugged at Cally's wrist, "If you want me to stop, you have to let go."
Slowly, Cally untangled her fingers from Tory's hair, flexing them and slumping a little. "I need a rest," she mumbled.
Tory leaned her head on Cally's knee and looked up at her. "Do you believe me now?"
"Maybe." Shifting, Cally sat up again, then pushed at Tory, "Get off me."
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet--" Grabbing Cally's hips, she pulled and rocked backwards, yanking Cally off the crate.
Her knees hit the floor and she yelped as the cold grating bit deep. Angry again, she grabbed for Tory and found Tory falling backwards, laughing a little as Cally landed on top of her.
"That hurt," Cally growled, aware that Tory still had her pants on, though her breasts were pressed against Cally's, bare skin from neck to waist feeling tantalisingly different. No hair, flittered across her mind and then she bent her head and kissed Tory.
Tasting herself on Tory's mouth was different than on Galen's. Less stubble, for one thing.
"Please." Stroking her hands up Cally's sides, Tory then caught hers and pulled them down. "You feel so good, Cally. Please."
Unable to decide if the words were artificial, Cally worked Tory's pants loose and slid her hand inside, getting down between her legs. Tory was soaking her panties, and she shuddered as Cally stroked her through the damp fabric.
"Beg me," Cally hissed, fingers freezing.
Eyes locking, Cally could see a spark of anger at the back of Tory's before she rocked her hips and smiled, "Please, Cally. Please frak me."
Cally hadn't ever done this with a woman, and she should have felt awkward as she wormed her fingers inside Tory's panties. But she knew what should work, and Tory was very good at giving mumbling little directions until Cally was stroking her just right, making her moan and shift until Cally had to kiss her to keep the noise level down.
Making Tory Foster come apart in her hands wasn't something Cally had ever thought she'd do, but there was a sense of power in it that she rather enjoyed.
She kissed Tory's mouth, then her cheek and then bit at her neck, teeth almost marking her. Tory shuddered beneath her, crying out, the sound echoing too-loud in their deserted little locker.
Pulling her fingers free, Cally pushed up onto her knees again, then pressed them to Tory's lips. Tory opened her mouth, greedily sucking the taste from them, her eyes still dark as she watched Cally watching her. Cally bit her lip, but remained on her knees.
"I think this is never happening again," she said, her voice a little too-quiet. She turned away and stood to work on getting her pants back on and her clothes straightened.
Tory stood, completely unashamed in her dishevelment, her hair in a mess from Cally's fingers. "I was expecting you to say that."
Frowning, Cally finished fastening her pants, then tucked her shirts in. She wasn't sure she liked the implication that she was predictable. She grabbed for Tory again, backing her into the wall and kissing her fiercely. "You don't own me," she informed the president's aide. "You don't decide what's expected."
Tory's fingers pinched one of Cally's nipples, making her jump. "I'll keep that in mind."
Jerking free of her, Cally moved to the hatch, not caring if anyone caught Tory in a state of undress. "And one other thing," the anger was back, a little, coupled with a sense of unreality and dread. Something she didn't understand. She turned back to look at Tory, "You stay the frak away from my husband."
She didn't wait for a response, slamming the hatch behind her before heading back to quarters. It would be time for Nicky to be picked up from daycare soon, and she needed to wash her hands.
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