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fic: TARDIS Afternoons, Rish, BSG/DW
Disclaimer: not mine.
Rating: R? Soft R, though, it doesn't get especially porntastic.
Fandoms: Doctor Who, re-imaged Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Amy/Rory/Kara/Sam
Prompt: role-play (Battlestar Galactica (2003)/Doctor Who (2005), Kara Thrace/Sam Anders/Amy Pond/Rory Williams)
Set: er. idk. Probably after all recent activities?
Length: 1900+
Comments: idek. I'm sure I can blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lizardbeth_j for this.
Summary: Amy likes to come up with new games to play.
TARDIS Afternoons
by ALC Punk!
"I get to be the Cylon infiltrator this time," Amy announced. She was holding a pair of manacles, and standing with one eyebrow raised and her hip cocked to the side.
Rory looked up from the book he'd been reading, and blinked. "What, now?"
"Yes, now." Looking over at the other side of the room where Kara had her feet propped in Sam's lap while she made doodles on a sketch pad someone had unearthed, Amy rattled the manacles. "Rory's the gullible scientist--Baltus, right?"
"We need a blonde wig," Kara suggested without looking up from her drawing.
Sam was watching the three of them with a lazy look in his eyes. Of course, Amy knew that could change in an instant--Sam Anders could be highly inventive when motivated. She raised her eyebrows at him, tilting her head slightly, "Oi, Anders, strip."
"Why?"
"You're the traitor I reveal," replied Amy cheerfully. She tossed the manacles at Kara, missing the sketch pad easily, then turned to rummage in the trunk they stored the costuming accoutrements in.
"Besides, Sammy," Kara said, her tone amused, "We all like watching you strip."
Rory let out a tuneless approximation of 'The Stripper', and Amy turned to throw a suit jacket at him. There was a tie to go with it, but she tossed that to Kara, figuring Sam would need some sort of restraint. Burrowing through the pile (anything that needed pressing was actually in the nearby free-standing cupboard, of course), she finally unearthed the pair of patent red leather heels that had made Rory swallow his tongue more than once.
"Shoe boxes," Rory suggested, voice muffled from where he was pulling the plain white dress shirt over his head. He hadn't bothered unbuttoning, and Amy made plans to make sure that she took care of those. Though unless she felt like some sewing again, yanking them off wasn't a good idea.
"Not enough room," she replied.
Kara was still sitting down, though the sketch pad was now tucked onto a shelf and out of the way.
"You're the prisoner escort," Amy told her, pulling the not exactly regulation uniform out of the closet.
The greatest thing about the TARDIS wardrobe room, Amy had found, was that it increased the likelihood of getting the Thraces and Rory into costume. Not only that, the TARDIS definitely had a secret kinky side, as she'd found more than one useful undergarment lurking in the room. The sort of thing she'd thought she might have to buy the next time they were somewhere that sold lingerie for human-shaped women (or men).
Kara snorted, but took the clothing-filled hanger and began changing from her scruffy jeans.
"We should oil Sam," Rory suggested as he got the jacket to lay properly and began looking around for his tie.
"Do they oil traitors?"
It was purely a rhetorical question, of course.
"Only when they whine, Sammy." Kara patted his shoulder, then turned so he could hook her bustier for her.
"Bad idea, didn't we have trouble getting it out of the sheets, last time?" Rory had turned from his search for the tie to look Sam up and down.
"The Doctor," replied Sam, one side of his mouth twitching into a grin, "Didn't want to know about our human practices."
"He never does."
"I think he gets off on it," Finished with the under-things that belonged to her uniform (minus the stockings, as she always complained about them), Kara was shrugging into the shirt. "Bet he gets good money for the footage from this room."
"The Doctor is not selling us as porn tapes," Rory objected.
"How do you know?"
"Because he wouldn't!"
Kara grinned, "He has to get all that currency from somewhere."
"I wonder if we'd get royalties," Sam mused. He ducked when Rory chucked a shoe at him, laughing.
"We'd have to object first," said Amy. She shrugged her shirt off and pulled out the slinky red dress that Rory was particularly fond of. No point in a bra, in the thing, so she tossed that to the side, too. She preened just a little when Rory's gaze became very focused on her. Married, and still had it.
Rory seemed to realize his distraction, and he gulped and said, "Well, we could stop."
"What, now?" Kara didn't look pleased. She'd finished pulling the leather pants on and was lounging back in her chair while Sam laced up her boots for her. If he didn't, she'd stay barefoot, and both Amy and Sam agreed that bare feet ruined the illusion. Though there had been times when they'd been more than appropriate. Beach Blanket Bingo had been very memorable, though Amy was sure that sand should not have gotten where it did (for one thing, no sand in the TARDIS swimming area). If the Doctor were filming them and releasing dvds of their little games, that one was probably a good seller.
"While pissing off Kara could be entertaining," said Sam as he finished one of the boots, "I think we ought to continue. Or I could get dressed again."
"No!" Amy and Kara said in unison. They traded smirks, and Kara wiggled her foot, rubbing her heel gently against the front of Sam's loincloth (Rory had been the unfortunate designer of the loincloth as costume-wear for traitors).
He straightened and sucked in a breath. "Right. Not dressing again for a while."
"Where's my tie?" Rory asked, having become resigned again--it wasn't that he objected, it was more that he sometimes seemed to think that he should. For the form of things, or some weird mumbo-jumbo about the subjugation of women (he'd said that in front of Kara, and she and Amy hadn't stopped laughing for a good five minutes). "If I'm being this scientist, I need it."
"Kara has it."
"Why does Kara have it?"
Amy found the blonde curly wig they'd picked up in Venice (less romantic, that time. Barely any time for a snog, and the Doctor had looked particularly grim afterwards) and shook it out. She made a face before pulling it on, and answering Rory. "To tie your hands with."
"My hands?"
"Yes." Kara stood up, wriggling a little to get comfortable, and held up the tie. "C'mon, Dr. Williams, you know you're the Cylon sympathizer in all of this."
"Wait, but I thought Amy was the infiltrator," Sam objected, sounding confused. He reached out and grabbed the manacles, "And I'm a traitor?"
"I am, but you can't see me." Amy winked at Kara, "Only Dr. Williams here can. Though I can touch all of you--" she reached out and groped Rory's ass before draping herself against him, all blonde curls and long legs in her red dress and heels.
Not to be out-done, Kara reached out and groped Sam.
"You can touch us?"
"Dr. Williams, do you like this?" Amy asked a question rather than answering. She stroked her hand down his chest and kissed the side of his neck.
"Uh-yeah. Yes. A lot."
"Dr. Williams?" Kara raised her eyebrows and looked more officious than her costume suggested. Sometimes, Amy could see the part of Kara Thrace who'd commanded viper pilots. She was a formidable woman in any guise, but at these times reminded Amy of her mother when she was arguing with her own sister.
"Uh, Captain Thrace, ma'am." He shifted, as though uncomfortable. "Yes?"
"I asked you a question, doctor." Kara moved towards them, threateningly. "Do you have a detector that works?"
"He does if it's a hard-on," muttered Sam.
Amy bit her lip, but couldn't stop the giggle from escaping. Sam grinned at her, then returned to looking suitably confused or terrified, or whatever he was trying for--which mostly consisted of lounging and almost flashing them all.
"Oh, Rory," Amy murmured, sliding her hand down inside his pants.
Rory made a strangled noise.
"Dr. Williams, are you all right?" Kara asked, her voice sweet as she moved closer.
"I'm--fine--" he gasped, as Amy's fingers teased the tip of his slowly hardening erection. "No need--to--"
"No need, Rory?" With a sigh, Amy pulled her hand away from him and slinked her way to Kara, walking around her. "Oh, I like this one," she said.
"Shouldn't I be manacled?" Sam asked, leaning over on his elbow so he could reach out and tug at the back of Kara's pants with his fingers hooked in her waistband. "Or is this a 'prisoner escapes and ravishes' scenario?"
"I should kiss her," replied Amy, leaning up to do just that to Kara, who made a delightfully confused noise and flailed her hands around.
Behind her, Rory made some sort of affirmative noise, and Amy could feel Sam's fingers brush her wrist. She pulled her hand away, though and stepped away.
"What was that?" Kara demanded, waving her hand through the air in front of her face. She glared at Rory. "Dr. Williams, is this a side effect of your machine?"
"My machine?"
Kara bit her lip, a laugh threatening to escape; Amy could see it in the way her mouth was twisting. "The detector, doctor," she managed to say.
"Oh, yes, that--uh..." Rory manfully came to his own rescue, and shrugged, "It's hard to say, Captain. Not all of the side-effects of the machine have been discovered as of yet. It's... ah, in our next round of testing."
"Testing, doctor?" With a chuckle, Amy draped herself all over him again, her hands stroking over his body. She was beginning to regret the jacket and shirt he was wearing. Half-naked Rory, disheveled and flushed, was even more attractive than fully-clothed Rory. "And just what are you planning to test, hrm?"
Rory slid an arm around her, then seemed to remember that would look strange and tried to pretend he had his hand on his hip. "The, uh--" he squeaked as her hand slid inside the front of his trousers again.
"I'm beginning to think being a traitor must be pretty boring," Sam said. Kara had pulled further away from him while kissing Amy, and he was left to his own devices--still shackle-less, though.
"You were saying something, doctor," Kara prompted. She was smirking again, her eyes watching Amy's hand come up and start working on Rory's buttons. "About the side-effects?"
"I'm not a side-effect, Rory," whispered Amy as she licked the side of his neck.
"This man is a suspected Cylon," Kara turned and grabbed Sam's wrists, hauling him up off the bed. He was half-laughing as he stood up, wiggling his hips.
"I'm not a Cylon," Sam teased, though he let Kara slide the manacles on and lock them shut. He took advantage of her being so close and kissed her before she could evade him.
Then again, Kara didn't usually dodge being kissed by her husband. Amy could understand why; he had excellent technique.
"Sure you aren't, sparky," she teased back, kissing him for a little longer than was probably necessary.
"Rory--"
Amy was interrupted by the door banging open. The Doctor stared at them for a moment, his eyes going wide. Then he blinked and recovered. "Oi, you lot, there's an invasion going on that we have to protect the Hnunga from--" Without waiting for a response, he backed out and disappeared.
He was back a moment later, frowning, "And Sam, put some trousers on, I'm fairly certain the Hnungans have a nudity taboo."
Amy groaned. And just when it was beginning to get interesting, too. She brushed her knuckles against Rory's cock again, then pulled her hand out of his pants with a sigh. "Do we have time to change?"
"Yes, fine, maybe--Amy, have you dyed your hair?"
She pulled the wig off and stepped out of her heels. The running shoes were still in the pile of her discarded clothes and she went to put them on, first. After all, invasions usually required a lot of running.
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Rating: R? Soft R, though, it doesn't get especially porntastic.
Fandoms: Doctor Who, re-imaged Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Amy/Rory/Kara/Sam
Prompt: role-play (Battlestar Galactica (2003)/Doctor Who (2005), Kara Thrace/Sam Anders/Amy Pond/Rory Williams)
Set: er. idk. Probably after all recent activities?
Length: 1900+
Comments: idek. I'm sure I can blame
lizardbeth_j for this.Summary: Amy likes to come up with new games to play.
TARDIS Afternoons
by ALC Punk!
"I get to be the Cylon infiltrator this time," Amy announced. She was holding a pair of manacles, and standing with one eyebrow raised and her hip cocked to the side.
Rory looked up from the book he'd been reading, and blinked. "What, now?"
"Yes, now." Looking over at the other side of the room where Kara had her feet propped in Sam's lap while she made doodles on a sketch pad someone had unearthed, Amy rattled the manacles. "Rory's the gullible scientist--Baltus, right?"
"We need a blonde wig," Kara suggested without looking up from her drawing.
Sam was watching the three of them with a lazy look in his eyes. Of course, Amy knew that could change in an instant--Sam Anders could be highly inventive when motivated. She raised her eyebrows at him, tilting her head slightly, "Oi, Anders, strip."
"Why?"
"You're the traitor I reveal," replied Amy cheerfully. She tossed the manacles at Kara, missing the sketch pad easily, then turned to rummage in the trunk they stored the costuming accoutrements in.
"Besides, Sammy," Kara said, her tone amused, "We all like watching you strip."
Rory let out a tuneless approximation of 'The Stripper', and Amy turned to throw a suit jacket at him. There was a tie to go with it, but she tossed that to Kara, figuring Sam would need some sort of restraint. Burrowing through the pile (anything that needed pressing was actually in the nearby free-standing cupboard, of course), she finally unearthed the pair of patent red leather heels that had made Rory swallow his tongue more than once.
"Shoe boxes," Rory suggested, voice muffled from where he was pulling the plain white dress shirt over his head. He hadn't bothered unbuttoning, and Amy made plans to make sure that she took care of those. Though unless she felt like some sewing again, yanking them off wasn't a good idea.
"Not enough room," she replied.
Kara was still sitting down, though the sketch pad was now tucked onto a shelf and out of the way.
"You're the prisoner escort," Amy told her, pulling the not exactly regulation uniform out of the closet.
The greatest thing about the TARDIS wardrobe room, Amy had found, was that it increased the likelihood of getting the Thraces and Rory into costume. Not only that, the TARDIS definitely had a secret kinky side, as she'd found more than one useful undergarment lurking in the room. The sort of thing she'd thought she might have to buy the next time they were somewhere that sold lingerie for human-shaped women (or men).
Kara snorted, but took the clothing-filled hanger and began changing from her scruffy jeans.
"We should oil Sam," Rory suggested as he got the jacket to lay properly and began looking around for his tie.
"Do they oil traitors?"
It was purely a rhetorical question, of course.
"Only when they whine, Sammy." Kara patted his shoulder, then turned so he could hook her bustier for her.
"Bad idea, didn't we have trouble getting it out of the sheets, last time?" Rory had turned from his search for the tie to look Sam up and down.
"The Doctor," replied Sam, one side of his mouth twitching into a grin, "Didn't want to know about our human practices."
"He never does."
"I think he gets off on it," Finished with the under-things that belonged to her uniform (minus the stockings, as she always complained about them), Kara was shrugging into the shirt. "Bet he gets good money for the footage from this room."
"The Doctor is not selling us as porn tapes," Rory objected.
"How do you know?"
"Because he wouldn't!"
Kara grinned, "He has to get all that currency from somewhere."
"I wonder if we'd get royalties," Sam mused. He ducked when Rory chucked a shoe at him, laughing.
"We'd have to object first," said Amy. She shrugged her shirt off and pulled out the slinky red dress that Rory was particularly fond of. No point in a bra, in the thing, so she tossed that to the side, too. She preened just a little when Rory's gaze became very focused on her. Married, and still had it.
Rory seemed to realize his distraction, and he gulped and said, "Well, we could stop."
"What, now?" Kara didn't look pleased. She'd finished pulling the leather pants on and was lounging back in her chair while Sam laced up her boots for her. If he didn't, she'd stay barefoot, and both Amy and Sam agreed that bare feet ruined the illusion. Though there had been times when they'd been more than appropriate. Beach Blanket Bingo had been very memorable, though Amy was sure that sand should not have gotten where it did (for one thing, no sand in the TARDIS swimming area). If the Doctor were filming them and releasing dvds of their little games, that one was probably a good seller.
"While pissing off Kara could be entertaining," said Sam as he finished one of the boots, "I think we ought to continue. Or I could get dressed again."
"No!" Amy and Kara said in unison. They traded smirks, and Kara wiggled her foot, rubbing her heel gently against the front of Sam's loincloth (Rory had been the unfortunate designer of the loincloth as costume-wear for traitors).
He straightened and sucked in a breath. "Right. Not dressing again for a while."
"Where's my tie?" Rory asked, having become resigned again--it wasn't that he objected, it was more that he sometimes seemed to think that he should. For the form of things, or some weird mumbo-jumbo about the subjugation of women (he'd said that in front of Kara, and she and Amy hadn't stopped laughing for a good five minutes). "If I'm being this scientist, I need it."
"Kara has it."
"Why does Kara have it?"
Amy found the blonde curly wig they'd picked up in Venice (less romantic, that time. Barely any time for a snog, and the Doctor had looked particularly grim afterwards) and shook it out. She made a face before pulling it on, and answering Rory. "To tie your hands with."
"My hands?"
"Yes." Kara stood up, wriggling a little to get comfortable, and held up the tie. "C'mon, Dr. Williams, you know you're the Cylon sympathizer in all of this."
"Wait, but I thought Amy was the infiltrator," Sam objected, sounding confused. He reached out and grabbed the manacles, "And I'm a traitor?"
"I am, but you can't see me." Amy winked at Kara, "Only Dr. Williams here can. Though I can touch all of you--" she reached out and groped Rory's ass before draping herself against him, all blonde curls and long legs in her red dress and heels.
Not to be out-done, Kara reached out and groped Sam.
"You can touch us?"
"Dr. Williams, do you like this?" Amy asked a question rather than answering. She stroked her hand down his chest and kissed the side of his neck.
"Uh-yeah. Yes. A lot."
"Dr. Williams?" Kara raised her eyebrows and looked more officious than her costume suggested. Sometimes, Amy could see the part of Kara Thrace who'd commanded viper pilots. She was a formidable woman in any guise, but at these times reminded Amy of her mother when she was arguing with her own sister.
"Uh, Captain Thrace, ma'am." He shifted, as though uncomfortable. "Yes?"
"I asked you a question, doctor." Kara moved towards them, threateningly. "Do you have a detector that works?"
"He does if it's a hard-on," muttered Sam.
Amy bit her lip, but couldn't stop the giggle from escaping. Sam grinned at her, then returned to looking suitably confused or terrified, or whatever he was trying for--which mostly consisted of lounging and almost flashing them all.
"Oh, Rory," Amy murmured, sliding her hand down inside his pants.
Rory made a strangled noise.
"Dr. Williams, are you all right?" Kara asked, her voice sweet as she moved closer.
"I'm--fine--" he gasped, as Amy's fingers teased the tip of his slowly hardening erection. "No need--to--"
"No need, Rory?" With a sigh, Amy pulled her hand away from him and slinked her way to Kara, walking around her. "Oh, I like this one," she said.
"Shouldn't I be manacled?" Sam asked, leaning over on his elbow so he could reach out and tug at the back of Kara's pants with his fingers hooked in her waistband. "Or is this a 'prisoner escapes and ravishes' scenario?"
"I should kiss her," replied Amy, leaning up to do just that to Kara, who made a delightfully confused noise and flailed her hands around.
Behind her, Rory made some sort of affirmative noise, and Amy could feel Sam's fingers brush her wrist. She pulled her hand away, though and stepped away.
"What was that?" Kara demanded, waving her hand through the air in front of her face. She glared at Rory. "Dr. Williams, is this a side effect of your machine?"
"My machine?"
Kara bit her lip, a laugh threatening to escape; Amy could see it in the way her mouth was twisting. "The detector, doctor," she managed to say.
"Oh, yes, that--uh..." Rory manfully came to his own rescue, and shrugged, "It's hard to say, Captain. Not all of the side-effects of the machine have been discovered as of yet. It's... ah, in our next round of testing."
"Testing, doctor?" With a chuckle, Amy draped herself all over him again, her hands stroking over his body. She was beginning to regret the jacket and shirt he was wearing. Half-naked Rory, disheveled and flushed, was even more attractive than fully-clothed Rory. "And just what are you planning to test, hrm?"
Rory slid an arm around her, then seemed to remember that would look strange and tried to pretend he had his hand on his hip. "The, uh--" he squeaked as her hand slid inside the front of his trousers again.
"I'm beginning to think being a traitor must be pretty boring," Sam said. Kara had pulled further away from him while kissing Amy, and he was left to his own devices--still shackle-less, though.
"You were saying something, doctor," Kara prompted. She was smirking again, her eyes watching Amy's hand come up and start working on Rory's buttons. "About the side-effects?"
"I'm not a side-effect, Rory," whispered Amy as she licked the side of his neck.
"This man is a suspected Cylon," Kara turned and grabbed Sam's wrists, hauling him up off the bed. He was half-laughing as he stood up, wiggling his hips.
"I'm not a Cylon," Sam teased, though he let Kara slide the manacles on and lock them shut. He took advantage of her being so close and kissed her before she could evade him.
Then again, Kara didn't usually dodge being kissed by her husband. Amy could understand why; he had excellent technique.
"Sure you aren't, sparky," she teased back, kissing him for a little longer than was probably necessary.
"Rory--"
Amy was interrupted by the door banging open. The Doctor stared at them for a moment, his eyes going wide. Then he blinked and recovered. "Oi, you lot, there's an invasion going on that we have to protect the Hnunga from--" Without waiting for a response, he backed out and disappeared.
He was back a moment later, frowning, "And Sam, put some trousers on, I'm fairly certain the Hnungans have a nudity taboo."
Amy groaned. And just when it was beginning to get interesting, too. She brushed her knuckles against Rory's cock again, then pulled her hand out of his pants with a sigh. "Do we have time to change?"
"Yes, fine, maybe--Amy, have you dyed your hair?"
She pulled the wig off and stepped out of her heels. The running shoes were still in the pile of her discarded clothes and she went to put them on, first. After all, invasions usually required a lot of running.
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DYINGGGGGGGGGGG So funny!
(and if this is due to me scribbling Sam&Eleven non-porn then I TAKE ALL CREDIT. but if you're blaming me for the prompt, IT WAS NOT MY IDEA. :P )
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But trying to work out the logistics was too much for my brain to not attack, apparently.
Thank you! =D
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He was back a moment later, frowning, "And Sam, put some trousers on, I'm fairly certain the Hnungans have a nudity taboo."
lol, perfect :)
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I was really sort of feeling how they all fit together, as I wrote, and I think they would all... tolerate each other, and enjoy the adventure, as it were. But Sam and Amy are both flirts.
Tolerate isn't the right word, either. Comfortable with each other might be better.
Thank you! =D
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ahem.
Thank you =D