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lyssie ([personal profile] lyssie) wrote2010-01-07 08:11 pm

*hands* bsg femslash for the porn battle: Kara/Natalie, Ascendant, R

disclaimer: not mine
rating: R? Kissing and licking and sex and improprieties of the highest order.
pairing: Kara Thrace/Natalie
length: 1250
genre: AU
prompt: top hat and tails (which is how it ended up quasi-regency)
notes: no, seriously, quasi-regency England, complete with earls, marchionesses and ladies. (I wrote this at work and joked about it being my letter to Santa, did not mention it was PORN)

Ascendant
by ALC Punk!

Lady Natalie hadn't exactly propped up the wall all evening--neither had she danced her feet off, pacing herself well during the ball. The Earl of Conoy's presentation of his youngest sister was a success, even if she were already spoken for (Natalie had seen young Agathon, an honorable, gazing at his beloved from afar). For the Earl, appearances were all that mattered, even if he had spent the evening vainly searching for the woman he currently had a tendre for. Of course, the current front-runner for his title was the Lady Caprica, Natalie's cousin.

"May I have this dance?"

Her thoughts interrupted, Natalie turned to behold a slightly shorter gentleman gazing up at her. His laughing hazel eyes gave him away, and Natalie revised herself. Lady Kara Thrace was rather splendid in her disregard for the proprieties. Her knee-length pantaloons and hose molded themselves to her legs delightfully. Some cunning artifice pulled her more than adequate figure in, giving her an appearance of being a rather barrel-chested man. Her super-fine coat fit her square shoulders with no inches to spare.

Aware that it might not be long before the masquerading marchioness was accosted by Lord Conoy, Natalie gave a pert answer, "I don't think we should."

"Live a little." Eyes glinting with laughter, the faux-marquess caught her hand and tugged her expertly onto the floor as the orchestra struck up a waltz.

Of course it was a waltz. Of course Lady Kara was an expert at leading a woman through the intricate dance. Natalie was pleased at the movements she was led through, just enough flash to blend in with the rest of the couples on the floor. No one looked twice at too-tall Lady Natalie Conoy and her current partner, though a few might have noticed he wasn't quite what he seemed.

The swirling of the movements gave her openings for heedless chatter, the sort of thing one says on the dance floor. The weather, her dogs, Lord Adama's latest acquisition of a winning race horse. Nothing about who they were, and what they were meant for, what they could or couldn't do. Natalie took refuge in such persiflage, enjoying the light patter and feigning no need for deeper converse. Lady Kara knew her better, of course, but she didn't push.

As the orchestra drew their tune to a close, Kara twirled her under an archway and out into a hallway. Only a few marked their departure from the room, and gave an indulgent smile. Lady Natalie, after all, was still searching for someone to capture her heart and perhaps it would be this new swain.

With a wicked little grin on her face, Lady Kara took her hand and set off at a quick pace, taking several turns through the labyrinthine halls of Conoy House until they arrived at a secluded little alcove that only a few knew of.

Natalie didn't object as she found herself pressed up against the wall, the statue of Artemis blocking any casual view of them.

"Do I have long enough, do you think?" Kara murmured, eyes glinting with desire.

This would not be the first time, and Natalie felt her breath grow fast as she considered what Kara could do with her right there. "Hurry," she murmured, ducking her head and kissing the other woman. In the beginning, she had worried about her reputation, almost protested, until Lady Kara's fingers and mouth showed her the pleasure she could derive from such a diversion. Were Kara a man, this would be beyond the pale. As a woman, it was merely an eccentricity that no one remarked upon.

Kara's mouth delving against her innermost being was intoxicating, and she almost shoved at her shoulders, as Kara slowly slid to her knees. Tilting her head down, Natalie watched her, thinking about how she would stop her mouth and keep her cries quiet. This time.

The clothing Kara wore, the illusion of man, gave it a new edge, though and Natalie could feel that she was already taut with anticipation, almost slick with need.

Kara's hands slowly pushed Natalie's skirts up, bunching them and giving them over to Natalie's care (she held on as best she could, though her fingers were already clenching, knuckles white with her desire). Leaning forward, Kara's fingers lightly danced over her legs, sliding up inside her drawers and stroking her.

It was almost torture, to hold still while Kara's fingers worked over her, teasing and testing, plunging hard and quick (Natalie squeaked in an effort not to moan aloud) until her knees were beginning to shake. By the time Kara had bared her to the air, spreading her and pressing her mouth to skin, Natalie was almost past bearing. Her breath froze in her lungs before she hastily raised her hand, stifling her cries as Kara's tongue worked at her.

Kara took her time, even then, teasing until Natalie's hand dropped to her head, wordlessly pressing her closer as she arched into Kara's open mouth.

The cry she tore from Natalie then was unexpected, and Natalie clamped a hand over her mouth again, flushing with desire and the wicked urge to do it again, to be found in such a decadent state, Kara Thrace on her knees before her, skirts bunched at her hips.

As Natalie came down from her climax, Kara slowly leaned back and cleaned her face with her handkerchief. There was something curiously intent about her gaze as she watched Natalie.

"We will be missed soon," Natalie murmured, in an effort to distract.

Lady Kara tugged her clothing back in place, smoothing Natalie's skirts down over her legs again, her fingers flirting underneath the hem for a moment, causing Natalie to wriggle and gasp.

Before she did it all over again, Kara regretfully cleaned her fingers, sucking Natalie's taste from them before wiping her hands on the bottom of Natalie's skirt and standing up, stretching her legs. She smiled a little as she kissed Natalie, letting her taste herself before drawing back. "I'm going to watch you the rest of the night, knowing how slick and swollen you still are for me. Do you think you can survive that?"

Natalie's breath caught, but the challenge made her straighten, fingers shaking her skirts, one hand reaching up to check that her hair was still secured. She knew if she stepped away that her legs might threaten to give out for a moment, but she refused to give Lady Kara the satisfaction of knowing that.

"You may imagine what you wish."

Kara gave a soft laugh, mouth near Natalie's ear when she whispered, "You, spread golden and naked upon my bed."

The words and the heated look in Kara's eyes were nearly Natalie's undoing. But her brother would be searching for one or both of them soon, and there was no time to investigate Kara's new idea. Not at the moment, at least. And besides, Natalie still had a care for her own reputation, if Kara didn't.

"We shall return to the ballroom," she ordered, hands setting Kara away from her before she slipped back into the hallway. Pausing in a mirror, she adjusted one ruffle before continuing.

There would be other nights, nights when she would not have to worry about discovery. And then perhaps, there would be more, and she would feel Kara Thrace shudder apart for her, fingers slick and mouth discovering what it could.

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