one...cut a hole in a box; two...put your toys in that box

[badcoverband]

Who would’ve guessed carrying around the box would be so heavy? Then again, Kara hadn’t planned to be still lugging it around, but when summoned to the CIC she knows she can’t reply, “Sure, be there in a sec after I drop off all these dildos and buttplugs” (and yes, she absolutely considered it), and a detour would’ve taken too long. No doubt it would’ve pissed off the old man.

So, she has no choice but to carry them around, the box full of every color toy imaginable of varying shapes, sizes, and uses. Vibrators and strap-ons scattered throughout added to the lovely aesthetic of it all. She’d just added the latest purchase, an addition she was particularly looking forward to trying. It had captured her attention the first time she’d seen it, and after a little careful research she had very quickly decided it was to be her next.

Well, technically his next, but he doesn’t yet know that.

Yet.

When Kara saunters into the CIC, more than one pair of eyes turn her way, eyeing the package. No doubt questioning whether it’s some kind of Cylon device to be examined. Adama looks ready to say something but he doesn’t, only watching in silence as she makes her way over.

But then--

Then Kara’s unerring grace (right…) fails her and she trips over a forgotten incline in the floor. She watches almost in slow motion as the box goes flying out of her arms, which shoot out to break her own fall. The top pops open, as she knew it would (why the frak hadn’t she taped it -- probably because she hadn’t cared that much, truthfully), and out spills every single silicone object within. Purple, pink, green, fleshy -- they all litter the floor with the stark contrast against the gray metal -- but Kara reaches for the newest purchase first, the precious cargo that must be salvaged at all costs, before she begins picking up the others.

Everyone stares in horror, fascination, and with some, even amusement. Tigh looks particularly traumatized, and Adama looks...well, Kara’s not quite sure how she’s supposed to interpret that expression. So she does the only thing she can think of as she throws one after another back into the box.

“Thought this place could use a little interior decorating.”

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[tolditslant]

Somehow or another, as it has been since the beginning of time within the particles of the universe, no doubt, Wolfwood has been dragged on another side quest thanks to Vash the Stupid Ass Stampede. This time its, you guessed it, escorting a little old lady across one of the hallways of the Galactica, which can be more or less a street with traffic of warm bodies and various goods instead of steel. Over steel.

He doesn't mind so much, the old lady is curious about where they come from, but some of her questions....at some point he lets Vash handle the rest. He can't be bothered.

And its just as they're passing her through a particularly thick group of people does Wolfwood feel it.

A disturbance in the force. The sensation is so potent he actually stops in the middle of the hall to stare in the distance. Its as if someone walked over his grave. Vash doesn't notice his absence yet as he and the woman continue on, and that's alright.

He doesn't want him to. Because he doesn't want to make this his problem.

Especially given the bad feeling he has in the pit of his belly.

[badcoverband]

Kara deals with the looks as best she can, with a big grin and winks at a few who seem particularly enthralled with the now re-stuffed box at her feet. Some eyes fixate on it as if committing its contents to memory -- maybe they all want some, she thinks with a wry smile -- but Adama gives her the strangest looks while Tigh just holds back a bitchy remark probably the entire time. Some refuse to look at Kara or meet her gaze, and it’s hard to keep from laughing at them all. (Lee happens to be one of them, about which she feels particularly smug.)

How can they fight Cylons endlessly yet be so traumatized by sex toys? What a buncha wimps.

Kara contributes her expertise and sage wisdom as needed, pointing out the flaws as always and volunteering herself for the head of the mission (which had been unanimously decided anyway as the others knew they wouldn’t hear the end of it otherwise) and finally -- finally -- it’s over and she’s dismissed along with the others.

Time to get moving.

So, she gathers up the box, making sure of her footing before she exits. She intends to drop off the package in her bunk but as she rounds a corner she spots the object of her soon-in-the-future plans.

“Hey, Nicky D.!”

She shouts, earning a few looks as she approaches her special “friend” and adjusts the box in her arms.

“Just the man I wanted to see.”

[tolditslant]

Ah, now it all makes sense. The moment her voice filters into his ears everything clicks into place. This must be the disturbance he felt deep in the core of his being.

He once said nothing save for more space battles between plant like sentient beings would surprise him anymore but he's since jinxed the hell out of himself.

This will probably be one of those times. So, dutifully ignoring the rest of the world around them, Wolfwood steels the pit in his belly and flips his sunglasses up into his bangs so he can give her and the box a proper look.

"That's me, apparently. What can I do for you, Captain? Is there another rowdy party between the viper pilots I've got to break up because for some reason the CO thinks I'm your wide?"

He's got a bit of that bitchy look going on, amusement far from his tone. He is prepared for this, Kara. He knows something is afoot. He's just having trouble figuring out what and that makes him a stick in the ass.

Or, well. Other things.

[badcoverband]

The smirk appears on Kara’s face in a matter of a split second when his eyes flicker over her and her special gift. Gifts. Many, many gifts. Say what you will about Kara Thrace, but a bitch knows how to build a collection. And she definitely knows how to showcase her collections. Having a hobby is important.

“The question is what I can do for you and your holy spirit. A confession couldn’t hurt my eternal soul, anyway.”

She laughs at her own joke, then shifts the box to shove it against his chest and into his arms. She eats that bitchy look up as she always does. The thought of the plans in store make her stomach twist wonderfully. She’s so giddy she can hardly wait for his surprise.

“Rowdy party between the pilots, not quite. Rowdy, maybe. Besides, the CO isn’t wrong, y’know. You’re a dutiful little wife, and it’s not like you got any plans.”

She begins to walk off, motioning with a finger for him to follow her. Now the hard part--finding a place. Luckily, the search doesn’t last too long as she spots an empty bunk room ahead. She has no idea why it’s empty, but that’s not important. What’s important is what’s in store for Wolfwood and his delicate ass.

[tolditslant]

Wolfwood rolls his eyes so hard he's surprised they don't fall out of his head. Sometimes he wants nothing more than to lock her in a lavatory for awhile when she doesn't just cut right to the chase. Maybe its remnants from the planet of dust and dirt lightyears back, or maybe he's just a dick. But probably both. He's always been working towards a deadline only he could hear.

"It might not hurt yours, but mine is another story. As a matter of fact I do have something--" When his gaze drifts in search of that familiar red coat, its nowhere to be seen. Of all the times for Vash to actually fuck off for once.

Heavy shoulders slump forward.

"Cut it the fuck out about that wife stuff. As if I don't get it enough. There's no ring, and no, those don't count."

He has to sigh. Of all the things to get himself into, it was this can of worms....the situation not-- well-- sometimes he wonders. He follows, because she's right, he has nothing else to do. And as he does, he can't help but feel the stares that burn into the back of his shirt, right into the skin.

Something is afoot and it isn't just Kara being Kara.

[badcoverband]

“All it takes is a ring? You’re easier than I thought all along. No use for this, then.”

She slaps the side of the box then turns toward him, gesturing toward the standard empty table in the middle of the room. She pushes the door toward being shut but doesn’t bother with the lock, her excitement too high.

“You can set it down there, but don't look yet.”

How grateful she is for the help! How genuinely she cares for her generous priestly friend. He probably expects some kind of payment for his trouble, lugging around the unexpectedly-weighty box. Lucky for her she’s got just the solution.

She turns toward him and grins, predatory around the edges.

“Close your eyes and stick a hand inside.”

She walks up behind him, stands up on tiptoe and whispers in his ear, “It’s a treasure hunt and you, Nicholas..." cue a hand on his shoulder, "you'll know the prize when you find it.”

[tolditslant]

He wants to know what's in there. He doesn't want to know. He wants to know. He does not want to fucking know. He wants to--

Wolfwood immediately freezes, notices his hand is outstretched, drops it to his side where fingers can twitch uselessly, restlessly.

"I'm not falling for that. Knowing you, there's a rattle snake inside. Have you ever had to mess with one of those in your perfect little regulated planet out there in space? They're nasty little buggers."

He (unsuccessfully) hides a shiver with a look over his shoulder at her, fingers curled around one of her hips. When he speaks, his voice is low and gravelly.

"Why don't you give me a hint...its the least you could do for making me come all this way."

[badcoverband]

Now it’s Kara’s turn to roll her eyes, even as she sighs against his neck when she feels those fingers settle familiarly on her hip. His scent rolls off him easily and it makes her swallow hard before speaking again.

“Of course, we have plenty of things that go bump in the night. But why would I waste a perfectly good rattlesnake on you, Wolfwood?”

She grasps his unoccupied hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over the palm while stretching out his arm again toward the box. Her other arm encircles his waist, fingers playing oh so absentmindedly with the button on his jacket.

“Hmm... you were obedient this time so I guess I can indulge.”

She thinks for a moment on what exactly that should be, then her lips curl into a sly smile. Her voice drops a pitch and she undoes the suit button finally.

“It’s smaller than a Viper, but bigger than Charlie Charlie Challenge. Now quit being a frakking wimp already.”

Charlie Charlie Challenge being the latest obtained dick in the box -- until this one. The wait’s killing her but she’d prepared for his goddamn stubbornness. She’s prepared to wait it out as long as it takes.

[tolditslant]

His cheeks are aflame the moment she utters those titles, and yes, ah yes that is indeed enough to have him wrenching out of her grasp to rip the box open one handed, cardboard flaps flying as fingers circle around the very first toy.

Holding it at eyelevel, the priest is quiet for about six beats and then he waves it under her nose, mouth thinned into a grim line.

"What the fuck is this?! Did you serious- do you honestly think this'll fit?! Not to mention..." Four fingers and a thumb clamp over the delicate bones in Kara's wrist, squeezing tight.

"You really walked all the way out here with that? Who knows who could have seen you!"

Oh Wolfwood. You have no goddamn idea what she has wrought. He's already heated enough (mind spinning with possibilities--), ready to kill la kill, but this just takes the cake. It doesn't help that the very prominent blush on his cheeks just won't dissipate, not since the light touch she granted him with...and now this.

Fuck.

[badcoverband]

Wolfwood’s grip is so tight around her wrist she hopes it’ll bruise, heart hammering in her chest at the sensation, at the thought of her being marked for him and at the thought of being inside him with that, her most worthy investment yet. And they haven’t even begun. Talk about bang for your buck.

Kara licks her lips very deliberately, staring up at him through her lashes as her other hand slides up to rest on the part of his chest exposed by his low shirt. Then a can’t-be-helped smirk threatens to spill over into a fit of hysterical laughter at the memory of all the faces in the CIC following her spill, and how innocent her boyf-- priestly man friend can be sometimes.

“At least I woulda been memorable. Could you imagine the look on the old man’s face?”

Eh...she'll tell him later. What he doesn't know,... etc. She hides a laugh within a laugh but her throat is still heavy with the racing thoughts in her mind stemming from the nerve endings in her wrist and the man in front of her. She grasps the other part of the toy, the narrower part for her and locks eyes with him, chin up.

“Thought you’re a man of faith, Wolfwood. But if you’re not ready for the divine truth, I’m sure I can find some other cockslut in this place who would actually appreciate my generous gifts.”

[tolditslant]

"No, I can't, and you shouldn't either or else you'll be tempted. Some of us have gotta deal with your shitty salary, you know. Since you sure ain't worried," he plays off the gruff note of his voice as irritation rather than the heat that coils beneath her fingers on his chest.

That fire in her eyes doesn't help matters either. Real anger as well as a flare of desire in his belly bursts to the surface, heat concentrated around the nape of his neck, overhyped in the heat of his palm around her wrist, which he wrenches back.

"Fuck off. Good luck finding someone who can take you on one on one without crying....face it, the pussies around here can't deal with you so you gravitate towards someone different. Always have."

He leans in close, nose to nose with her, until their lips touch

(just a spark through his veins)

"Admit it. I'm it for you. Because that little boy scout can't take it, can he?"

His fingers close around her own which hold the dildo.

just so you know i accidentally typed "dioldo" at first so there's that

[badcoverband]

Kara’s heart thuds at the anger rolling off him so close against her. Her free fingers hook beneath his shirt to tug unapologetically, hearing two tears of fabric as a choked laugh escapes her. When he leans in just so, voice gruff and scratching deliciously against her spine as he dutifully defends his place at the top of the Kara chain, she feels dizzy.

“He was about to piss hims-- would be about to, I mean. If he ever happened to see this.”

Smooth, Thrace. She’ll chalk up the heat in her cheeks to his face against hers, and Lords know she’s got a will of steel to hold his gaze without blinking while spouting the semi-bullshit. Lee had looked particularly stricken.

Kara leans in to grab his lower lip between her teeth when his fingers cover hers encircling the dildo, its weight a reminder of the task at hands.

“Mmm, yeah, you are,” she swipes a tongue along his lower lip before biting harder and pulling him toward her; she relishes in the feel of his stubble against her chin.

“You’re it. You take it so beautifully…” she gives a light scratch of her fingernails across his belly, “so quit your godsdamn whining and take it.”

life is like a box of dildos

[tolditslant]

"You want him to see it. You want him to see you take me, just to get him mad, just to see him try something. See what he'll do. If he'll pussy out or fight for you," he growls into her mouth, top lip curving to meet hers against him; the long line of his body arches where pure fire trails along his belly, a bolt strikes right down to his cock.

A free hand dips into the waistband of Kara's pants, toy with the elastic of her underwear. He's actually surprised, if she had this plan from the start, that she's wearing any.

"Don't tell me what to do...if you think flattery'll get you anywhere, think again. I know you did something else...I can feel it."

With every word, his hand curves around until fingers trace along her heat.

"Tell me."

u never know what dick u'll get

[badcoverband]

A noise between a groan and a sigh pushes out of Kara’s lungs at the picture he paints for her, but the retort on the tip of her tongue flies off faster than a firecracker (which is what she is, he the flame).

“You got it, Nicholas. I want him to see you take every frakking inch and think about what he’s missing,” her grin tilts crookedly, dangerously, and she nips along his jaw. “I want him to think about how much you burn inside for it. For me.”

Kara tries to hide a gasp when his hand slopes down, biting the inside of her cheek hard as she feels him against her, torturous and teasing. She resists the urge to grind against him -- she won’t give him the satisfaction.

“You can feel it?” She snorts, though her eyes stray to a random steel beam restlessly. “What, you some kinda oracle now? You feel a tingle in your balls? Besides, I didn’t do anything. Fate is just often out of our control, that’s one thing I know now.”

She rips the rest of the shirt open, probably the sixth one this week and it isn’t even Friday yet, before leaning forward and swirling her tongue around one of his nipples before blowing cool air on it. Best distract him before she starts asking too many questions.

Deny everything, isn’t that how the saying goes?

but it'll always be a dick

[tolditslant]

"I feel a tingle alright," he murmurs against her, his head lolled back and chest arching, helpless to her heated mouth, and then-- "Fuck, that's cold--"

A huff drifts along her hair where he's pressed his face, and the fingers which trace the outline of her through the underwear press in to rub at her clit through the fabric, very, very gently.

"Not sure if I want to be used like that...don't mind being used, but like that? For your sick shit? What makes you think I'm gonna stand for it."

As he says this he rubs the tip of his finger, underwear and all, around her, over and over again. He grows as hot as she feels inside, from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair. And it only grows stronger with every word that slithers from those plump lips.

He's distracted, yet concentrated. It's dangerous.

after all this time? always

[badcoverband]

“H-haaa…”

Her eyes flutter shut at his fingers’ insistence, her own tightening more around the dildo while the other drops to palm his cock over his pants, somewhat clumsily, but so what if he’d caught her off-guard. For once in his life (right…), let him have this satisfaction. She’s already impossibly wet for him, growing even more so at his refusal to dip past the barrier of fabric, at the steady pressure and rhythm and the thoughts of their soon-future plans.

“What makes you think you have a choice?” her voice trembles, breath catching in her chest with every drag of his finger. “I’m not open to negotiations. You’re mine to do with as I please.”

Kara’s mouth finds his hungrily, saliva strung between them when she barely pulls back, only enough to rasp,

“You don’t usually mind being used for my ‘sick shit.’ Do -- nnngh -- do you need a reminder of why you just can’t get enough?”

god dammit

[tolditslant]

Hips surge forward against that teasing palm, not enough, never enough (maybe cockslut was ri-), the pressure on this side of irritatingly good, so close to enough with one more little push. But he's also pleasantly preoccupied with her, one finger dips into her underwear to slide between her folds, just to see how wet she is for him, enough to where he slides in smooth.

"Don't we always have a choice? Isn't that what the old man said...? How disrespectful, Thrace..."

A breath hisses through his teeth, caught on the tail end of a moan that he presses into the side of her jaw, teeth scoring along soft skin.

"I think I do need a reminder, yeah. And while you're at it, you can tell me just what the hell it is you did...you're changing the subject," he slurs.

[badcoverband]

Kara moans as a shudder shakes her bones when he touches her where she aches and burns for him; her hips rock automatically, teeth biting into her lower lip. She sets the dildo on the table behind him just briefly enough to undo his pants with a quickness, breathy moans following the nip at her jaw. She pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock, and her thumb brushes over the precum beaded at the tip.

“Respect’s never really been my thing,” she closes her eyes, leaning into him, wanting--needing more, more like she knows he needs more--

“No choices when destiny’s involved,” she mumbles while pulling his ear with her mouth. “Looks like yours is to get a reminder you won’t forget for days.”

She takes the dildo in hand again in the dip between the two shafts, and drags it down the crack of his ass. Then as she looks up through her lashes, a smirk pulls pretty at her lips even as her voice shakes with the motions of his finger.

“‘fraid you’re gonna have to try harder than that to get it out of me.”

[tolditslant]

Just when he thought his cheeks couldn't get any redder, he actually feels a pull in his entrance, nearly drawing him in, drawing the dildo to him, and his hips give another abortive jerk backwards.

"Nnnh...at least prep me, you bitch..." it's nearly a whimper, not held back by his tongue, not one inch. Speaking of....his finger dips deeper inside her, gently gliding along her walls, hot and ready, just as ready as he is. He has the decency to push his hips into her, meeting pressure for pressure, and a sigh escapes Wolfwood.

"Oh yeah? Is this helping? Or is it gonna cost me blood...?"

His teeth worry at her jaw, all along until her ear, soft and red hot to match her flush, he bites down on the flesh beneath it, hard.

[badcoverband]

“Oh, Wolfwood,” she gives a throaty, thick laugh. “Patience. Prepping you is almost the best part. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The words come out staccato, broken by pants and huffs that punctuate the musical lilt to her phrases. She rolls her hips with a groan at his deepening strokes and leans into him as best she can--this time not just for her balance despite how weak she does in fact feel, but rather because of reaching toward the box behind him. Her breasts are squished against his chest, and the angle changes the intensity of the sparks with every drag of his finger inside her.

She digs through the toys for a second, sweat rolling down her neck with the effort of keeping him moving in her and searching until finally-- finally-- her fingers close around the bottle she knew she’d stored in there.

Kara widens her legs more for balance as much as she can with her clothes still on (which begs the question: why are they still on?) as she pops open the lid and pours it over her fingers, slicking up his cock in the preamble, to the same rhythm of his finger inside her. That fucking maddening rhythm.

“Ohh…, yes...yeah, helping… mmm…” She licks her lips and puts forth her best effort for more. “I --gods, this is..you’re…”

She tries again.

“It involves our new friend,” she nods toward the dildo, once again sitting on the table. "Our very noticeable new friend."

Kara’s eyes are hooded, searching through glazed-over want as they peer into his honey gaze. She returns his favor, slipping a slick hand down his backside, sliding down slowly and circling his entrance before pressing inside just to the first knuckle of her middle finger. For now.

“But you’re--you’ll h-have to make a greater sacrifice than that for more, but don’t worry,” she leans in closer, slipping her index finger in alongside her other digit, again just to the first knuckle, feeling the walls clench around them.

“I’ll have your blood too.”

[tolditslant]

Hips jerk, an automated response to the sudden pressure of two fingers that insist on teasing and pursue no further. God damn, his body is automatically ready, like its instinct after all this time, legs braced to take more and head bowing, chin pressed to the top of blonde hair. He mirrors the deep curl of fingers inside her, adding a second while his free hand squeezes a palm full of her ass.

Cock giving a warning twitch, he unsuccessfully bites back a whine in the back of his throat, the sound rumbling where her breasts are pressed hot against him.

"Take it, then. Or try. I'll have you know this conquering is gonna take a bit more...I won't just roll over. I'll have you over first," he breathes into her hair, scent filling him up as surely as she will.

[badcoverband]

Kara moans against his neck at the slide of that second finger, her own hips threatening to buck for them to go deeper, but his hand on her ass keeps her from doing so, except the smallest roll backward. In appreciation she finally slides all the way inside him, fingers working him to a rhythm only she can hear.

“Why don’t you, then? All I see now is you squirming and trying not to show how curious you are about it. I doubt you could take me if you tried.”

She catches his mouth hungrily (but isn’t it always hungrily? yes--she’s always famished, all for him) and scissors her fingers as best she can given the angle. Two won’t be enough, she knows this and he knows this, but he’s gotta earn it a little more.

“Take off your frakking pants, Wolfwood. You’re gonna need more than this.”

She orders, earning some kind of strength in her voice at the familiar task of taking charge; somewhat evens out the catches in her voice and breath at the movement inside her, the delicious drags a taste of what’s to come.

The pressure of his fingers inside her pressing urgently close because of her remaining clothes is enough to drive her insane. She needs more, she needs to give him more...it's a dangerous dance and one misstep can lead to their unraveling.

[tolditslant]

Her voice works like puppet string, fine and thin looking until you try to move opposite and you're snagged, blood and all-- like a charm, the hand on her ass slides away to snag to the waistband of his own pants to tug them down in one fell, shaky swoop, underwear and all. The movement isn't enough to hide the trembling of his knees as they knock together and widen for Kara's work on him, his own fingers stalling and jerking erratically inside her.

All Wolfwood can do is lean his weight back against the table with every rock of hips against her fingers, his teeth find purchase along the column of her throat. Her pulse skyrockets beneath his tongue, where he worries it there over and over for some semblance of control, of something, of connection, of that rush of the river of life--

"Nnnh...Kara, c'mon...hurry up...need--" he groans into her neck, inhaling sharply. If he doesn't get it now he's going to go insane.

"Could and would if you would just--"

[badcoverband]

"If I'd just what?"

She presses her mouth to his temple, leaning into him while she rocks her hips against his fingers.

Without warning she adds a third finger, stroking harder, faster. She separates those fingers, feeling his walls give way to her thorough preparation.

"Need it too, Nicholas," she huffs and presses just the tip of a fourth finger inside his entrance, keeping the others moving relentlessly.

Then she withdraws and shimmies out of her own pants and takes the toy in hand.

"Can't wait...can't wait," she mutters as she slicks up both the larger shaft that'll be inside him and the slightly smaller addition for her.

The idea of being connected with him in this way, different than the usual strap ons makes her heart thud almost out of her chest.

"Bring your best game."

[tolditslant]

When she withdraws her fingers all Wolfwood can do to keep himself upright is half twist around, elbow and palm braced on the surface of the table to aid his wobbly legs. They're like jelly, damnably, and he feels empty, damn empty, like he's at a loss when she pulls away. He looks over one broad shoulder to watch her movements, cock twitching at the thought of that searing connection threading between them once more.

"Can't either, can't, can't, can't...I need you...to not miss this time, Thrace," he groans while he rocks back on his heels, fully facing the table now with his ass presented to her.

(like a holy chalice, but there's no blood of Christ to bare)

"Don't I always? It's you who has all the pressure on you. Don't disappoint." A hand curls around his own hip to take his cock in hand, pumping himself lazily.