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fic: bsg porn battle, Left Standing Naked, hobbitOT4
disclaimer: not mine
rating: NC17, sex, pwp
pairing: Athena/Helo/Kara/Sam (oh, ot4 of hotness)
length: 1400
notes: post-Ron's Daybreak. porn battle prompt 'ridiculous'. I am apparently not porned out, yet.
Left Standing Naked
by ALC Punk!
It's their favorite place to run to, when Hera is otherwise occupied. Sharon's in the lead, laughing over her shoulder at Karl, teasing him by pulling her shirt up just a little, then letting it drop. She's always in the lead, these days, but she doesn't let it show. And even if he gets annoyed, he doesn't let it show, either.
The little glade is surrounded by trees and bushes, just secluded enough for some really nice sex. But it's close enough to hear, if something goes wrong.
Sharon slows to wind through the trees and then freezes.
There's someone there, already. Someone plural, obviously enjoying the place for the same reason she and Helo were going to. She glares a little, listening as the woman lets out an enthusiastic moan.
"Hey--" Karl stops when she waves a hand at him.
The man laughs a little, and Sharon bites her lip as the sounds of really good sex wash over her. She was already keyed up, ready to climb Karl and ride him until she'd come hard.
Earth isn't big enough, she decides, though her annoyance is fleeting.
"Right there, Gods." The woman's voice is familiar, filled with lust and a tone Sharon remembers. Late nights, early mornings, any time that Starbuck could get a man (or woman) between her legs, and she'd never been too careful about clearing the room.
Her eyes go wide, and she glances at Karl, wondering if he hears the familiar woman, too.
"C'mon, baby, c'mon, Kara."
It's him, too.
Sharon shivers, but can't help reaching behind her to stroke Karl through his pants. God. He's hard already, pushing into her touch for an instant before he moves, pushing her up against the tree, hands tugging her shirt up so he can get to her breasts.
Pressing into his hands and the tree isn't enough, and Sharon unbuttons her pants, sliding her hand down between her legs. It's easy to stroke in time to the couple nearby, easy to gage her own responses as they pant and moan, feeding her own pleasure until Karl makes a strangled noise, rocking against her and the woman cries out, both sensations sending Sharon into her own climax.
"Someone's watching." The woman Kara, pants, her voice barely there.
The man groans, and it's definitely Sam when he replies, "Don't care. 'Sides, you get hot being watched."
"Oh, frak you--" she shoots back, but she's laughing.
Sharon pulls her hand free and steps away from the tree, heading into the glade, determined to find out if she's insane or if she really is hearing Kara Thrace and Sam Anders.
"That's ok," Karl says, right behind her as she stops at the edge, staring at Kara and Sam, Kara's legs up around his waist and his mouth on her breasts, "Sharon gets off on watching."
Kara tips her head back and smirks at them, "Thought I heard someone."
There's something not-quite-right about them, but Sharon doesn't care. She has no words for what they are, no idea how to deal with them being here, now. "You're dead," she whispers, even though her body's still singing with the orgasm they've caused. "This is frakking insane. How are you here?"
"Um."
Sam lifts his head from Kara's chest and grins, and it's freaky, seeing him whole and not bald in a tub, "Angels."
"Only way you'd have this stamina," Kara mocks, tugging at his shoulder.
"This is frakked-up." Ok, Sharon hates how she sounds whiney and uncertain, but Kara and Sam should be dead.
"Just go with it," suggests Karl, hand curving around her waist as he steps closer, pressing into her.
He's still hard, and Sharon swallows, a tingle sliding down her spine. God. She just wanted a quick frak, and now it's too complicated. "Karl--"
"Want you. Don't care if the gods or god, or frakking angels, are watching." His hands grab her hips and he rocks hard into her, making them both gasp. "Unless you want to watch me jerk off, but I think we both get enough hand action as it is."
"Helo, you were always all talk--" Kara breaks off to moan.
The sound goes straight down Sharon's back to her toes and she pulls free of Karl. It's easy to throw her shirt and bra to one side, and her boots get kicked to another. Her pants were already undone and she shoves them down her legs, taking her underwear with them. Naked, she drops to her knees next to Sam and Kara, a strange smile on her face.
"Hey." Kara's looking at her, and there's something unfathomable there before she reaches up, fingers trailing against Sharon's cheek.
"I used to hear you." Bending down, Sharon shifts onto her hands and knees, nuzzling Kara's neck. She smells so human it's frightening. "In your rack, when you were showing off that you had someone to frak you."
"Turned you on, didn't it," it's not a guess, and Kara's hand cups Sharon's breast. It feels real. "Got you wet."
Kneeling is hard on Karl's leg, and Sharon forgets that until his hand on her spine pulls her head up. She glances at him, then shakes her head, "C'mere, baby. Lay down on your back."
He's naked, hard and looking torn for a moment before he complies, sliding down underneath her, his head pillowed on Kara's breasts. Sharon grins at the sight, remembering more than one whispered little fantasy during the last few years. Her fingers stroke him lazily.
"Sharon."
"C'mon, Sharon, frak him." Starbuck's fingers are stroking through Karl's hair, though more of her focus is back on Sam.
"Bet I can hold out longer."
The challenge from Sam makes Karl's eyes widen, and Sharon doesn't wait for his answer, lowering herself and taking him in deep. "Mmm. Baby. We can do better."
It's not hard to fall into the same rhythm, to lean down, making the angle sharper, better. To kiss Kara, bending and twisting, knowing that the sight is making Sam jerk his hips too fast. Sharon finds herself not caring if this is real or not. It feels good, the sunlight is just enough to warm her skin, and the breeze is just enough to tease her damp nipples when she pushes up and away from Karl's mouth.
"Last, Sam--" Kara moans, ruining the effectiveness of her order.
His strangled apology is lost as he shudders in Kara's grasp. His eyes are still open, watching Sharon with something like speculation before he rolls free of Kara and gets to his knees.
"Karl, you don't mind, do you?" Sam asks.
Twisting his head to look at the other man, Karl's hands tighten on Sharon's hips. But he's smirking a little, "Nah, man."
Sharon finds the answer to the question she didn't ask when Sam crawls around behind her, his legs straddling Karl and his hands snaking around her waist and stroking up her belly to her breasts.
A moan escapes her, and she moves faster against Karl, feeling every inch of him.
"Sorry, Karl, I'm not a pillow."
Sharon feels the shift and her eyes open to find Kara eeling around, pushing up on her knees and leaning forward. They kiss, Sharon tangling her fingers in Kara's sweat-damp hair while Kara's hands join Sam's and Karl's.
They're teasing her, all three of them with light, quick strokes that aren't enough (but are too much). Sharon grinds down against Karl, feeling almost desperate for the orgasm she can feel, for the fulfillment of this moment. With three sets of hands on her body, she finds the tipping point, Kara's fingers brushing between her legs, slipping in and pressing up.
Kara and Sam hold her between them as she goes limp, Karl still trapped beneath her, gasping and begging just a little.
"You beat us, Sharon," Kara whispers, laughing and kissing her mouth again, pinching her nipples, carefully turned so Karl can see the show. "Guess you win this round."
"Frak." Karl says, and then he's gone, too, fingers digging into Sharon's hips as he spasms inside of her.
Bracing herself on his chest, Sharon blinks then blinks again.
"They're gone."
Looking a little drained, but definitely happily-frakked, Karl smiles a little. "Were they ever here?"
It's a question Sharon doesn't have the answer to.
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rating: NC17, sex, pwp
pairing: Athena/Helo/Kara/Sam (oh, ot4 of hotness)
length: 1400
notes: post-Ron's Daybreak. porn battle prompt 'ridiculous'. I am apparently not porned out, yet.
Left Standing Naked
by ALC Punk!
It's their favorite place to run to, when Hera is otherwise occupied. Sharon's in the lead, laughing over her shoulder at Karl, teasing him by pulling her shirt up just a little, then letting it drop. She's always in the lead, these days, but she doesn't let it show. And even if he gets annoyed, he doesn't let it show, either.
The little glade is surrounded by trees and bushes, just secluded enough for some really nice sex. But it's close enough to hear, if something goes wrong.
Sharon slows to wind through the trees and then freezes.
There's someone there, already. Someone plural, obviously enjoying the place for the same reason she and Helo were going to. She glares a little, listening as the woman lets out an enthusiastic moan.
"Hey--" Karl stops when she waves a hand at him.
The man laughs a little, and Sharon bites her lip as the sounds of really good sex wash over her. She was already keyed up, ready to climb Karl and ride him until she'd come hard.
Earth isn't big enough, she decides, though her annoyance is fleeting.
"Right there, Gods." The woman's voice is familiar, filled with lust and a tone Sharon remembers. Late nights, early mornings, any time that Starbuck could get a man (or woman) between her legs, and she'd never been too careful about clearing the room.
Her eyes go wide, and she glances at Karl, wondering if he hears the familiar woman, too.
"C'mon, baby, c'mon, Kara."
It's him, too.
Sharon shivers, but can't help reaching behind her to stroke Karl through his pants. God. He's hard already, pushing into her touch for an instant before he moves, pushing her up against the tree, hands tugging her shirt up so he can get to her breasts.
Pressing into his hands and the tree isn't enough, and Sharon unbuttons her pants, sliding her hand down between her legs. It's easy to stroke in time to the couple nearby, easy to gage her own responses as they pant and moan, feeding her own pleasure until Karl makes a strangled noise, rocking against her and the woman cries out, both sensations sending Sharon into her own climax.
"Someone's watching." The woman Kara, pants, her voice barely there.
The man groans, and it's definitely Sam when he replies, "Don't care. 'Sides, you get hot being watched."
"Oh, frak you--" she shoots back, but she's laughing.
Sharon pulls her hand free and steps away from the tree, heading into the glade, determined to find out if she's insane or if she really is hearing Kara Thrace and Sam Anders.
"That's ok," Karl says, right behind her as she stops at the edge, staring at Kara and Sam, Kara's legs up around his waist and his mouth on her breasts, "Sharon gets off on watching."
Kara tips her head back and smirks at them, "Thought I heard someone."
There's something not-quite-right about them, but Sharon doesn't care. She has no words for what they are, no idea how to deal with them being here, now. "You're dead," she whispers, even though her body's still singing with the orgasm they've caused. "This is frakking insane. How are you here?"
"Um."
Sam lifts his head from Kara's chest and grins, and it's freaky, seeing him whole and not bald in a tub, "Angels."
"Only way you'd have this stamina," Kara mocks, tugging at his shoulder.
"This is frakked-up." Ok, Sharon hates how she sounds whiney and uncertain, but Kara and Sam should be dead.
"Just go with it," suggests Karl, hand curving around her waist as he steps closer, pressing into her.
He's still hard, and Sharon swallows, a tingle sliding down her spine. God. She just wanted a quick frak, and now it's too complicated. "Karl--"
"Want you. Don't care if the gods or god, or frakking angels, are watching." His hands grab her hips and he rocks hard into her, making them both gasp. "Unless you want to watch me jerk off, but I think we both get enough hand action as it is."
"Helo, you were always all talk--" Kara breaks off to moan.
The sound goes straight down Sharon's back to her toes and she pulls free of Karl. It's easy to throw her shirt and bra to one side, and her boots get kicked to another. Her pants were already undone and she shoves them down her legs, taking her underwear with them. Naked, she drops to her knees next to Sam and Kara, a strange smile on her face.
"Hey." Kara's looking at her, and there's something unfathomable there before she reaches up, fingers trailing against Sharon's cheek.
"I used to hear you." Bending down, Sharon shifts onto her hands and knees, nuzzling Kara's neck. She smells so human it's frightening. "In your rack, when you were showing off that you had someone to frak you."
"Turned you on, didn't it," it's not a guess, and Kara's hand cups Sharon's breast. It feels real. "Got you wet."
Kneeling is hard on Karl's leg, and Sharon forgets that until his hand on her spine pulls her head up. She glances at him, then shakes her head, "C'mere, baby. Lay down on your back."
He's naked, hard and looking torn for a moment before he complies, sliding down underneath her, his head pillowed on Kara's breasts. Sharon grins at the sight, remembering more than one whispered little fantasy during the last few years. Her fingers stroke him lazily.
"Sharon."
"C'mon, Sharon, frak him." Starbuck's fingers are stroking through Karl's hair, though more of her focus is back on Sam.
"Bet I can hold out longer."
The challenge from Sam makes Karl's eyes widen, and Sharon doesn't wait for his answer, lowering herself and taking him in deep. "Mmm. Baby. We can do better."
It's not hard to fall into the same rhythm, to lean down, making the angle sharper, better. To kiss Kara, bending and twisting, knowing that the sight is making Sam jerk his hips too fast. Sharon finds herself not caring if this is real or not. It feels good, the sunlight is just enough to warm her skin, and the breeze is just enough to tease her damp nipples when she pushes up and away from Karl's mouth.
"Last, Sam--" Kara moans, ruining the effectiveness of her order.
His strangled apology is lost as he shudders in Kara's grasp. His eyes are still open, watching Sharon with something like speculation before he rolls free of Kara and gets to his knees.
"Karl, you don't mind, do you?" Sam asks.
Twisting his head to look at the other man, Karl's hands tighten on Sharon's hips. But he's smirking a little, "Nah, man."
Sharon finds the answer to the question she didn't ask when Sam crawls around behind her, his legs straddling Karl and his hands snaking around her waist and stroking up her belly to her breasts.
A moan escapes her, and she moves faster against Karl, feeling every inch of him.
"Sorry, Karl, I'm not a pillow."
Sharon feels the shift and her eyes open to find Kara eeling around, pushing up on her knees and leaning forward. They kiss, Sharon tangling her fingers in Kara's sweat-damp hair while Kara's hands join Sam's and Karl's.
They're teasing her, all three of them with light, quick strokes that aren't enough (but are too much). Sharon grinds down against Karl, feeling almost desperate for the orgasm she can feel, for the fulfillment of this moment. With three sets of hands on her body, she finds the tipping point, Kara's fingers brushing between her legs, slipping in and pressing up.
Kara and Sam hold her between them as she goes limp, Karl still trapped beneath her, gasping and begging just a little.
"You beat us, Sharon," Kara whispers, laughing and kissing her mouth again, pinching her nipples, carefully turned so Karl can see the show. "Guess you win this round."
"Frak." Karl says, and then he's gone, too, fingers digging into Sharon's hips as he spasms inside of her.
Bracing herself on his chest, Sharon blinks then blinks again.
"They're gone."
Looking a little drained, but definitely happily-frakked, Karl smiles a little. "Were they ever here?"
It's a question Sharon doesn't have the answer to.
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*cackles*
Thank you =D
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I love BSG's OT4 of hotness...and you write them so well and in all of their porny brilliance...:D
ITA with merry about Helo & Sharon's reactions. Helo's all "What's up, guys? Let's frak" but Sharon has a few concerns about dead bodies 'cause, kinky as she may be, she's not about to go there:)
Also...Athena/Kara may be my favorite BSG femslash pairing...though Boomer/Caprica is right up there too. Helo/Anders...no question they're my fav. BSG slash pairing:)!
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Sometimes, I forget how hot the OT4 is. And then Athena and Kara start kissing or the boys do some sort of sneaky, sexy thing and my brain just implodes again.
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Thank you. (they are ridiculously hot)