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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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.

[badcoverband]

Kara’s teeth worry her lower lip as she watches him watch her; a bit of an exhibitionist (understatement of the year), she holds his gaze while she parts her own legs and slides the end of the dildo belonging to her (as he belongs to her--) inside herself.

A low-pitched moan sounds as she drops her head, moving the dildo slightly to adjust and breath coming out choppily with each adjustment. It rubs both against her clit and her g-spot and she knows even by herself it would be enough to remember for a long time.

But with Wolfwood? It’ll take more than many deaths to forget something like this.

Kara barely contains a groan as she steps closer, skin almost--torturously--close to skin, the heat of him rolling off his back and into her very pores.

“Yeah, I’m really sure you’d do something--” she presses the head of the much-larger dildo against his entrance, just inside, and her hand finds purchase on his hip, “--if I missed. Lucky for you, I’m a good shot.”

Another shaky sigh, then,

“You’re so ready for me, you just can’t stand it.”

Is what she growls before pushing into him deep, her own hiccuping breath accompanying the movement with the shocks running through her already. Her other hand comes around to drag her fingers across his mouth, wishing more than anything she could actually feel the clenching of his walls around her and this impressively large cock; but one takes what one can get.

Staying stationary is making her sweat, beads rolling off her skin easily already and it’s with a trembling voice she huffs,

“I never disappoint, Nicholas. Don’t you frakkin forget it.”

[tolditslant]

She might not be able to feel that, but Kara will definitely feel as well as see Wolfwood's spine snap straight, canines biting down into her skin hard enough to render flesh and dig into bone; getting her hand anywhere near his mouth in this moment is way too dangerous...but she's lucky it wasn't her throat.

He pants through it, frozen in place and slumped over the table, the only movement comes from heaving breaths and trembles in his limbs.

"Fuck you. This...it-it's too- I can't believe you got-- Kah-Kara..."

The burn is always the most annoying, because he can't have her move right now, as wonderful, damning to be filled as it is, the stretch is almost too much he can feel it even in the clench of his teeth. So his fingers form a fist around his cock to work himself back up, slowly, acutely aware of the warm fake cock ready and waiting. But the fire in his blood hasn't died out and the furl of want in his belly only sparks.

[badcoverband]

And feel it she does -- she pushes a hiss out of her mouth along with an especially emphatic “frak” as the pain rips through her from her fingers. She wishes it had been her throat, wants him to sink his teeth into her very bones, tear her asunder like she does him. She wants him in her very bloodstream, coursing through her like the fire that envelops her veins.

She runs her other hand up his spine, fingers lingering over old, faded scars then she settles with a thumb on the back of his neck, running it in gentle circles as she pants with the effort of keeping still. Then she curls over him, hips pushing up more snugly against his (a feat that seems as if it should be impossible but Kara always finds a way, it’s her specialty in life). The result is shocks shooting down her own spine with the friction inside her.

“Oh shut up and relax, you can’t get enough of it already,” she huffs against his ear, dragging her tongue over the shell of it. “It’s your favorite, isn’t it? Tell me.”

Finally Kara can’t stand it so she pulls out a fraction before sliding back in, repeating the motion but with longer strokes each time, feeling the resistance of him give way more and more each time. The rhythm is slow and lazy, but won’t be for long; her eyes squeeze shut as she rocks into him, feeling the hard surface of the table supporting them, the cold contrasting with the heat of their bodies slicking together.

She bats his hand away from his cock and replaces it with her own, fingers expertly stroking him while she strokes inside him too. She’s determined to drive him insane.

[tolditslant]

Slowly, agonizingly slowly does he push back in gentle hitches of hips, knuckles white where he's clutched at the edges of the table; every single push of the dildo inside him makes him see white behind squeezed eyelids, vision fuzzy when he peeks beneath his eyelashes.

The cold of the table sends pleasant little goosebumps where he bumps into it with his thighs, and while he does grumble when she bats his hand away, his palm skims up his own chest to tweak at his nipples instead, until they're perky little points.

"It's...its good...but too much, too much...Nnnn.. I'm full, so--"

Every time he rocks back into her a low groan spills from his mouth, head bowed until all he can see is their blurred reflection in the surface of the table.

[badcoverband]

“Too much? Aw, I thought you had more resolve than that.”

She teases, her own head bowing to rest her forehead on the back of his shoulder, her own breath catching constantly and the strokes around his cock growing erratic. It’s harder to do two things at once when the shocks shooting through her are enough to render her near-useless. But she perseveres, because that’s what Kara Thrace does best. (Fucking Wolfwood is certainly a close second.)

Kara sinks her teeth into a muscular shoulder, whimpering at the friction and pressure of the end inside her. She can almost swear she feels a thrumming connection between the two of them where they’re connected, that’s how much their combined energy crackles and sparks.

“Yeah, y-yeah you’re full,” she pants, breasts pressed against his back where she’s bent over him, hips working him dutifully. “But you love it, don’t you? L-love my cock inside you.”

The build-up’s been there, been simmering under the surface the whole time, but with this, with the movements of their bodies like two musicians in sync, she feels it twisting in the pit of her belly, the fire stoked and slowly rising in flame.

[tolditslant]

A low hiss thrums through him to mingle with those glorious sounds of hers which buzz through their skin, setting the churning in his belly on overdrive-- his heart could leap from his throat at any moment, but all he can do is whimper and push back on every downthrust she drives into him; he's nearly overstimulated from just this much and its hard to just regulate his breathing, especially with the hold she has on his cock.

"m full, really really....too full...Kara, Kara, its-- it's really..."

His jaw snaps shut, almost as if some conscious part of him not overwhelmed with pleasure is still stubborn. Imagine that, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, stubborn. So much so that, steeling himself, he rocks back slightly, then rolls his hips in tight little circles, using the table as leverage to gain power (because, you know, shaking legs he's trying to ignore).

What he can't ignore is the flame steadily rising inside him.

"Don't you? Wish you could feel how tight I am inside...?"

[badcoverband]

The feeling of him solid under her, meeting her push for pull, his own noises -- all of it makes her whimper more, press her sweaty forehead against his back, her free hand grabbing his ass and squeezing as hard as she can. Giving him a sensory overload wasn’t the plan per se but it isn’t something she’ll stop anytime soon, either. Tit(s) for tat, is what she says.

“N-no, you’re.. ahhh… you’re just perfect.”

Her voice drops to almost a soothing coo, the hand on his cock slowing in its movements even as her hips piston forward without a decrease in speed. His name pours from her lips like poison, burning and sinking into his very spine, at least she hopes, just as his words do to her.

Kara moans and squeezes shut her eyes as she imagines him tight at his suggestion, imagines what it would be like if it were her instead of her fingers, instead of this dildo, but she’ll take what she can get. And the satisfaction of making him squirm and gasp and pant is enough to satiate her appetite for now. Plus the friction rubbing inside her is maddening, and she moves her hand from his ass to his hair, twisting soft strands around her fingers.

“Yes-- yes, I do. I do, I do...w-wish I could feel you. You feel so fucking good.”

She purrs in his ear, even as her words are staccato, broken by huffs and pants of her own. There’s nothing quite like this in the whole wide universe, and she tries not to think about how luck hasn’t completely shit on her when it comes to having met him -- because if she thinks too hard about it, it might change in an instant.

For now it’s them, only them, in this moment.

[tolditslant]

He keens beneath her, elbows heavy and meeting the surface of the table as he bows even further so the angle shifts inside him; Kara slams into his sweet spot with every slide, it gets easier and easier, he gets more and more slick inside until the sounds are this side of embarrassing and Wolfwood would care, he really would, if it wasn't for the series of sparks that rush through him with every push. His spine lights up and its all he can do to not fall the fuck over.

"Just think...tight, tight, tight and all hot around you...can you feel it? Just as tight as you're probably gettin' right now," his voice is slurred towards the end, there, as he shoves back hard, a howl caught in the back of his throat. His head is swimming and he can hardly breathe but, oh, but--

He wouldn't change this for a second.

"Your cock's so thick...s'filling me up till-- aaaahh.. till I can't stand it...Kara, Kara, Kara..."

[badcoverband]

Kara’s hands move to settle on his hips, dragging him back hard to meet her forward movements because if she’s not careful she’ll fall the hell over too. Her legs are jelly and trembling like his, and her breaths grow more and more ragged.

His scent fills her head surely as she fills him up, sweaty and smoky and something altogether Wolfwood. She lets it seep deep into her memory, stores it away to think about forever, just as she does with his words, with the sensations coursing through her. No matter how many times death embraces her she’s sure she’ll never forget this.

This is definitely the best purchase yet. Good work, Thrace, she mentally congratulates herself.

“Y-yeah-- yeah I feel it,” she groans, teeth marking his shoulder blades, his back, the back of his neck. “I -- I’m tight just for you, Nicholas… want you…”

Kara whimpers, pressure building deep in the pit of her belly as the slide of them together echoes in her ears, thrums in her veins.

“Nnnn… Nicholas-- you’re shameless-- you.. .ahhh… you can’t get enough, can you? You love the way I make you feel.”

[tolditslant]

"Ah-ah-ah...!" His cock throbs between his thighs as he ruts in her hand, grunts, tries to push back into her; but those powerful slams of her hips, hands steering him back, back, back, has his voice turned into a warble, tatters of whimpers and cries leaving his mouth because--

"Good, so good, it's really fuckin-- right there, right there--"

He's seeing stars, shameless, shameless is right. It's as if she's hit more than just his sweet spot, all limits are forgotten and he's loud as hell. Spine bowing and arching into every push, he pulls back and forth against her, voice tight.

[badcoverband]

“Mmmm… yeah… I knew you--you’d come around eventually,” she grins as she hisses in his ear, teeth pulling at it then as is one of her many specialties.

“Right here?”

She shoves forward with a particularly hard slam aimed right at his prostate, a cry ripping out of her lungs at the movement and sensations it creates in her too, rubbing her in all the right places even as she does to him. She pushes one of his legs apart more and up so his knee rests on the table to deepen the angle even more.

And because she likes having him wide open at her mercy.

“Nicholas, you’re… you’re all I…” her voice falters, trailing off as she instead drops kisses onto the back of his neck, over the vertebrae ridged under her mouth again and again.

[tolditslant]

The howl that shakes the rafters is heard from at least a hallway away, to which no one will go investigate. Not even rock-paper-scissors for it. Wolfwood is very sure in that moment he about died, because not a sound entered his ears after that, not even his own cries which remain with every shove.

Back bowed, he leans forward until he feels a jolt of cold against his cheek where it rests against the table and a low, loud ground rumbles through him, fingers sneaking beneath him to pull at his cock. His remaining hand, bracing him, trembles. Sweat makes it difficult to get a good grip on he table.

"Kara, Kara, Kara, lemme...turn...lemme turn...on the table...get it deeper, deeper, need you, deep--"

He shivers and shakes through every surge of pleasure, her lips both soft and nips sharp along his skin, oversensitive and just as hot as the furl of volcanic heat inside him. He's slowly losing his mind, growing dizzy with pleasure, he can hardly think.

[badcoverband]

Kara lifts her head and makes some kind of choked sound of agreement before pulling away (slowly, dragging out every node of pleasure along the way), already missing his heat against her. She grabs a wrist and jerks him up from the tabletop, hissing in his ear,

“Come on, then.”

Her breath fans hotly across his face, tousling his hair; for the brief second the dildo is out of him, she replaces at least some of the friction with three fingers again, only temporarily, anything to make him squirm more. She knows the angle will be even better for her too, and besides--

“Need to see you...need to be inside you again...hurry up, Nicholas...”

[tolditslant]

Wrenching from her grip, he grants her a look just as heated, just as jagged around the edges, enough to cut, right back in return.


"You're always so damn pushy...it's a wonder I don't just finish this myself if you didn't feel so damn good," he mumbles into the skin of her shoulder, curling against her on wobbling legs, hips that twitch with every motion of her goddamn three fingers, still sensitive inside from her movements; then situates himself back onto the table, cool surface making him hiss-- his skin puckers with goosebumps but all he does is run a palm along his chest, quivering stomach muscles until fingers encircle his cock.

His knees all but slide open like a well oiled-- well.

"Come on, then. Show me what you've got. Too bad you can't come inside me, but you'll have me to worry about."

She'll forget all about it, his hands on her hips, her gliding inside--

[badcoverband]

The pit of her stomach drops out at that look and she grabs handfuls of his thighs to push him open even wider, digging her fingernails into yielding skin. Her chuckle is deep, raspy, and hardly amused even as a smirk tugs at a corner of her lips.

“You wouldn’t be able to stand it,” she growls against his jaw, rubbing her cheek against his prickly stubble, letting it serve as a reminder that he’s alive (well,...) and warm against her, lets it send shivers through her as she thinks of it on other parts of her skin, rubbing maddeningly.

“I’ll show you, mmm, yeah,” she mutters, holding those thighs while she shoves inside him again, so easily and comfortingly, like it’s coming home (and isn’t it? He is home, home in a way nothing has ever been for her…).

Her fingers twine in his hair again, kissing him as she begins setting up the rhythm again, pulling him forward to deepen and adjust the angle even more, just as he’d requested. Her sigh-turned-moan rumbles against him and into his mouth, and she’s vaguely aware of the grip he has on her but more than aware of the rubbing against and inside her just as she thinks of the friction inside him.

“I--I want to so bad,” she bites at his lips. “Come inside you...but I w-will anyway…do my best… How’s it feel now? Hmm?”

[tolditslant]

He might not be able to stand period after this, she holds him open so wide if Wolfwood was anyone but himself he could have dislocated something. But for him, oh, but for him its the most pleasant of feelings, being spread open so wide and speared open until all he can think about is the heat of her pressed to his chest, about the length inside him.

"Haaah...! Ah-ah, not so-- Kara, not so faaa-aaah..."

Wolfwood's own groans exchanged with hers are swallowed up by the panting of their breaths, the rumbles caught between them which convey just as much heat as their dance of movement.

Its tight-tight-tight almost to the point of too much, its certainly too much to think, it takes him a few moments, a few push-pulls of hips that slot and slide the dildo back into him, pressed so snugly he has to suck in a whimper.

"It's good, good, good...feels so full...so full of you..." He moans, ducking his head to lick a stripe along the valley of her breasts, breathes in her scent and memorizes it.