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]

Despite being unable to feel her clench around him, he feels her shockwaves of release in many other ways, just as pleasurable and numbing as they are. It's as if he's being crushed, she presses so hard against his chest, breasts squashed against him where her nipples brush along his pecs, sending little shivers down his spine, down his legs where they falter on either side of her hips.

"Come on...come on...come on, Kara...every last bit outta you..."

Instead of letting her go, his arms twine around her tightly, fucking himself on the dildo over again, pulling her back only to slam her back in, arching up to rut his throbbing cock up against her belly as he does so. Only a few more pumps of his hips should do it, he's so close he can taste it.

His vision swims and he pants hard, eyes squeezed shut to the onslaught of fuzziness.

[badcoverband]

Her hand, trembling with shocks ripping through her still, shoves its way between their bodies to grip his cock, allows her body's vibrations to emulate how she clenches around her end of the dildo. It’s hard to keep a steady rhythm of strokes but she allows his movements to guide her too. It helps he’s being so kind in doing much of the work with those hips.

She follows his order and lets her body fully rock and shudder; the only thing that would make this better were if she could come inside him the way she wants -- but this will have to do. And it certainly does the trick well enough. Her free hand digs crescent-shaped marks into a hip.

“I’m--can you feel it? Me?”

She mumbles, it’s all she can do, voice shaking as much as she is in and out.

“Nicholas, Nicholas... haaah… won’t you come for me? Want to see it--want to see you.”

[tolditslant]

About damn time she follow orders. Wolfwood's grateful, if the little series of grunts that issue from him are any indication, if the arches from crescent moons dug into his skin like the craters of a planet are any hint. He all but holds himself in half to meet her movements, grip knuckle-white on her sides as he grinds, hard, into her, so much so that the pressure tears a wheeze out of the bottom of his lungs.

They rattle. They rattle because of her.

"Feel you, feel you, feel you-- aaaahh..."

Expression twisting with mounting pleasure, his hips stutter once, twice, thrice before he pins her to him close, close enough to feel her heart; the heat inside him seems to sear him from the inside out as he empties himself between their stomachs with a cry.

He blinks hard, vision unable to clear the fuzz and white among his vision, before he slumps back, Kara still in his arms.

[badcoverband]

Kara's hips continue to shake of their own accord, her own release following through his. She's perfectly capable taking orders from him thankyouverymuch, especially when she's this boneless as he is beneath her. She slides her hand out from between them, the slickness of his come on their bellies, and the fingers on her other hand draw designs idly on one broad shoulder. She can't help but still rock slightly, not entirely ready to give up her own sensations.

"As much as I just hate saying I told you so..."

She smirks against his mouth, hot and wet and bitten bright cherry red and lightly drags fingers up his side.

"You already can't get enough of this one yet, can you? It won't be too long before you're whining for it again like a good boy."

She gives the slightest rotation of her hips albeit pointedly to spark all his nerve endings all over again.

[tolditslant]

Hips jerked upward and forward, Wolfwood can only cling to her, fingers indented blue-purple bruises into her back while he shakes-shakes-shakes to the mercy of her hips, in a mimicry of their previous rhythm.

"Mmmm...sh-shut up...don't wanna hear that from yuh- you...and slow down before I-I..."

He circles his hips back, the sparks of nerves make his overstimulated body shudder, too much in so little time. He dips his head to bury his face in her hair, a shaky sob-sigh leaves his mouth.

[badcoverband]

She loves the scent of him like this especially; everything is purely them, open for only each other to see, to feel and taste. To memorize. Her smugness is a cover, really, for the things that bubble up in her chest and in the back of her mind when she isn't paying attention or when she's drifting off to sleep.

Sometimes she finds herself committing a cardinal sin in actively acknowledging them, rolling them around her imagination and seeing how they taste on the tip of her tongue.

But in front of him? No way in hell. Certainly not out loud, either. Those are untested waters.

She presses her lips gently to his neck in a warm kiss as his breath cards through her sweaty hair. She can allow a little mercy and just slumps against him finally though the silence doesn't last. After a few moments she shifts and,

"This table's uncomfortable as hell anyway," she grumbles, pushing up on her elbows and wrinkling her nose cutely.

"Though you're doing your best. Y'not the worst pillow I've ever had."

[tolditslant]

He'd question her line of thinking, that fond look in her eye and the lingering touch a little more if he weren't so damn tired. Boneless, to be exact. Her warmth is missed when she removes herself from his person somewhat, or he at least misses her tits squashed ontop. Like the perfect dessert.

Ducking his head, Wolfwood plops a kiss onto that cute wrinkled nose.

"Who's the one who decided on that? Get your own pillow, then, I'm not yours."

Isn't he, though? In every way that counts, in the come coaxed because of her, laid across his stomach, in the sweat that begins to dry in the line of his hair. He sighs, lets his knees settle around her more comfortable. They're getting kinda stiff.

[badcoverband]

“You’re whatever I say you are, Nicholas. Don't you forget it.”

Kara huffs and straightens, and as much as it kills her to do so, she pulls entirely out of him. After a swipe of her finger across his stomach, her tongue catching the slickness with a wicked grin as accompaniment, she makes her way -- shakily, her legs wobbly from the effort though it had been well worth it -- over to one of the many empty bunks, shoving aside the curtain.

She drops onto the bed and leans back onto her hands, the dildo still securely inside. She arches an eyebrow at him where she’s left him, quite literally, hanging. The grin is still spread wide across her features and she drags her tongue across her upper lip pointedly.

“Well? It’s not gonna ride itself.”

It’s too late. She’s already addicted to the look on his face when she’s inside him with this one.

[tolditslant]

Wolfwood's still left oversensitive, every pore and node in his body tingles like it's on fire, like he's been seared to the marrow. The pointed tongue swipe and look in those hazels earn a pointed look of his own which then flickers to his own jelly-feeling legs.

"Nope, looks like it ain't. But if you could I'm sure you would."

He doesn't move, though. Not quite yet. No, the priest is lazy. Playing hard to get. Whatever you want to call it. He stretches languidly, that long line of his body twisting with well-worked muscle, and lays astride the table, knees open slightly.

"After all the trouble you've caused, I might need a minute."

[badcoverband]

Kara rolls her eyes. Stupid sexy smug priest bastard. He infuriates her sometimes, for all the fun he can be.

"Fine. Looks like I'll do all the work myself. As usual."

Without further ado, she grips the curve between the two dildos then begins working the one inside her back and forth, in and out. She lets her eyes fall shut, lips parting in a soft moan.

"Mmmm... yeah...looks like I don't need you after all. Not like you need this." She locks eyes with him and grins a wicked grin. "No use denying it when I can see it in your eyes. C'mon, Nicholas... "

Her tongue swipes over her lips but never does she falter in her rhythm, hips meeting the movements of the dildo between her fingers.

"After I'm done I'll just peace out, find someone else to take up the challenge. Baltar, maybe, he seems like he'd be all about my new special cock. It's been f--haaa--fun. You'll be missing it every single day. Missing me filling you up inside."

[tolditslant]

Oh this little shit. Kara Thrace is the second biggest pain in the ass he knows, right alongside Vash the Stampede. Her trouble is less about getting him killed and more about humiliated and on his knees, but maybe he's rather take that.

....He can think about a thing or two he'd rather take, dammit. Tongue swiping along his lips, long fingers curl around his cock and begin to stroke slowly, teasingly working himself back up. He doesn't seem to be in much of a rush, is he? Honeyed eyes watch her, scale along her body as she works herself open with the toy and as he works in time.

"Mmmm...Baltar? Pretty sure you'd get pissed cause he'll cry the entire time. I think you'll miss me more...more than I'll miss your smell...your grip on my hips..." His cock starts to swell to life in his hand.

[badcoverband]

Kara snorts, though it transforms into a slow, low groan as she hitches a leg up to widen her position. Her eyes are positively spitting fire at him and she can't help but draw her lower lip between her teeth. Anger itches under her skin but so does the refusal of her stubborn personality, keeping her from giving in. He knows just the things to say and do to press her pretty little buttons and she comes back, again and again. She can't really see herself doing anything different for the time being.

"Oh, I can get by without you."

She hums at a particularly nice sensation, her own lie sitting heavy in her throat alongside the moan.

"But you know there'll never be someone who can pull you apart like me. Every time, Wolfwood. But why deny it longer when I know you're dying for this, for me stretching you just the way you like? Til you feel like you're gonna burst..."

[tolditslant]

"Ah-aaahhh... So-sorry, can't hear you over the sound of how damn wet I am inside....too bad you can't come in me and feel that..." As he practically croons this, head tipped up to the ceiling, he strokes the fingers of his opposite hand around his entrance, lets them delve inside just up to the first joint, mimicking her own rhythm.

"Do like the feel of you inside...but if you're so ready for twink pity babies I can't stop ya...maybe your boy Lee will be interested in a little session with me."

His eyes are dark, nearly pitch black where they swivel to look at her. Is it a challenge or a promise? All he knows is he's just about ready, precum smeared around his cock and making the glide along his palm easy peasy. His blood is boiling like what he'd imagine a volcano to be like. She sure is a vision, sprawled out, leg hitched up and sweat shining. Damn.

"Ka-kara...." It comes off hitched from a whine.

[badcoverband]

A higher-pitched moan slides out of her as easily as the toy does. If he's wet it's nothing compared to her, and watching him prep himself isn't helping. If he isn't gonna be the end of Kara Thrace it'll be a surprise to her.

Her heart is hammering so hard she feels dizzy, and they haven't even really begun this round yet. She can't help but pick up the pace as the insistence in her blood rises. Come the frak on, she wants to command but also refuses to give him the satisfaction. So she settles for the closest.

"Oh shut the frak up, Wolfwood," she hisses, fire spat with every syllable. "He wouldn't be able to dream of taking it like you do. And if you don't soon..."

She squeezes her eyes shut,tongue sweeping over her lips in any attempt to get some kind of control over the situation. She can't keep her gaze from him long though, he's just that captivating.

The thought of him above her, pressing his hips into hers as she presses the dildo into him, is enough to send her ever closer to the edge (already and again, hardly surprising).

"I'll--haaah--be forced to come without you and you'll be left thinking about what could have been."

[tolditslant]

His toes curl like they're going to tug him off the edge of the table and towards Kara. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, and he can't tear honeyed eyes away from the sight of her movement, desperate hips and deep pushes of the dildo inside her, god, and the sounds. Not just the moans and whimpers, but the squelch of the dildo inside her....his nipples grow hard at the sight.

"Kara, Kara, Kara...don't you dare come without me or I'll make you regret it," he growls through his back-teeth, the movements of his hand slowing down, down, down to teasing strokes inside him, his opposite hand pulling entirely off from his cock.

And that's when his knees bend and he sits up, sways.

"No....but he might take me. You know he's got a thing for getting on his knees. Just think about him with that shitty mouth of his stretched full of my cock...Nnnngh, that's a great thought..."

[badcoverband]

She can’t help if the image he paints for her makes her moan louder, makes the shocks traveling through her even stronger. Her “boy” Lee and her man Wolfwood having fun without her? Yeah, that’s a damn good mental image. It makes her blood boil, makes her hands stutter in the rhythm they’ve set with both the dildo and the other on tweaking her nipples.

“Gods, shut up! H-haaa...just w-what would you do if I came right now? W-wouldn’t be able to take your eyes off me, I bet. Do nothing but watch. Hnnnnn...”

Her back twists and she stares up at the ceiling of the bunk, trying to keep her vision from going fuzzy and staving off her release as long as she can. Her cheeks are bright red from the effort, flushed red spreading across her chest with every stroke.

A whine curls out of the back of her throat on the tail end of a sigh.

“Nicholas...only you…”

[tolditslant]

"I'll get right up off this table and fuck myself on that dildo until you can't breathe," he snarls, voice tight as the grip he has on his cock now, milking himself for what he's worth. His toes curl again, his knees shake as he curls a finger deep, and uses a bead of precum that dangles dangerously from the tip of his cock to stroke himself back up again.

She looks close. She looks adorable. Wolfwood feels a smile coming on (to stave off the orgasm, of course)

"Kara...do you want me? Do you really want me?"

His voice grows gravelly, a gravel path on the road of life as he slowly pivots his hips into his fingers, a high moan tapers off.

[badcoverband]

Too late, priesty-boy. With an offer as tempting as that, how is a lady to resist?

Kara feels the onslaught of delirium consistent with approaching orgasm sneak up on her much more quickly than she'd anticipated.

"Yes--I wanna see you try--Nnn...no, Nicholas, I need you, right now--"

She whimpers and her vision goes out promptly as she feels the flame inside her explode, rendering her into ashes and remnants of the galaxy all in one; she cries out a string of words, which only his name can be deciphered out of. She keeps her eyes on him while her body rocks, pulling her end of the dildo deeper inside her, her body shuddering around it.

When she comes to again, she refocuses her gaze, panting to regain her breath.

"Mmm...that would've been better if it were you. But I'm waiting for you to show me you're a man of your word."

[tolditslant]

Wolfwood's expression when he realizes the natural progression of things has tipped Kara over the edge is stony. His back teeth gnash together and, before he even notices, he's hopped of the table and hobbled (cock bouncing between this thighs, slick) to close the distance between them.

His knees slam on either side of her hips on the bunk as his hands, claw-like in this moment, curl over broad shoulders to push her down. Wolfwood looms closer and closer until his cock brushes against her belly, until he can inhale her own breath.

"Who gave you permission for that, ay? I think I made it clear what I'd do to you if you came....I'm gonna have to make you come so many times you come nothing but air. What do you say?"

He rocks, unsteadily on his knees, lets his cock rut into her belly, avoids the dildo entirely as he looks deep into her eyes.

[badcoverband]

The breath Kara's regained goes right out of her again when he shoves her down. Her hips shift automatically to urge his cock closer to her, and her eyes water with the effort of not blinking but it's as though she can't, as though he'd frozen her in time. Her brain's just returning back to all systems go, sort of...still hazy around the edges, but finally she swallows hard and blinks.

"I don't need anyone's permission," she finally manages, voice shaking as much as her heart against her ribcage. "Least of all yours. 'parently don't need anyone at all."

She lets a smirk overtake her lips even as it quickly falls to give way to a moan. Silver-tongued is one way to put it, and he knows it. She's positive he can feel the heat emanating from her, and she rocks against him pressed between their bellies, as well as the dildo between them, still pressing on her clit and her sweet spot inside.

When she speaks again her voice has dropped a pitch; the fire in his eyes is enough to send her into overdrive. (As if she weren't already.)

"I say that's a helluva bargain, Wolfwood."

[tolditslant]

He snorts, rolls his hips to press into her belly over and over, but never once gives her any relief inside, doesn't pull himself back to hover over the dildo. Not once.

One hand glides down her shoulder, rakes nails along her ribs, over each groove, until he slides down to where the dildo is still slotted inside her. A thumb presses against it, pushes it down against her again and again as he snarls.

"Yeah? What'll you pay for this kinda bargain?"

Maybe that soul of hers. He sounds more like a grim reaper here, breath ragged and voice low, than a man of the cloth. Then again, with all this heat curled between them it's honestly no wonder it's like this.

"Kara...Kara..."

[badcoverband]

Kara whines, squeezes her eyes shut and rocks into him. She arches easily into his touch, goosebumps prickling up and following the path of his hand and can’t help a rough buck up against him when he teases the dildo. Once she’s done killing him with her newest, current favorite toy, she’ll resurrect him (again) and kill him all over again for this teasing.

It’s his fault they’re in this mess, anyway. His fault for liking it so much.

His voice grates against her like petting a cat against the lay of its fur, like jagged teeth biting into every nerve ending that burns anyway--burns for him. She brings a leg up as best she can to rest against his backside, urging him on.

“I already paid,” she says with a wry albeit shaky grin. “Fifty cubits, in fact. Show a little--mmm, Nicholas…show some goddamn appreciation.”

She’ll be happy to give her soul to him, already has if anyone asks, really; Kara feels it slip from her easily when she’s with him anyway, slip into those large hands where he holds it delicately despite sharp teeth and eyes that cut through her like glass.

She knows she deserves it, but if he doesn't quit teasing her soon, she'll go crazy.

[tolditslant]

His brows shoot skyhigh. Wolfwood gives a gentle rocking against her, lets himself slide down, down, his cock rubs against one of Kara's thighs instead, and he ruts for a moment, appears to think.

"Fifty? Seriously? No wonder you've never got money for good shit...though this was pretty good. I think I'll have another test drive, though."

Test drive, right, like he isn't going to slam him self down and tease the shit out of her. Okay, sure. In the meantime, Wolfwood frees up one of his hands from her shoulder and takes Kara's hand in his, guides it to one of his hips.

Then he turns his head to lay a kiss upon the soft skin of her forearm.

"Oh I appreciate it...so much...wanna know?"

[badcoverband]

"Shut up, I drive a good bargain."

She harrumphs, though her fingers curl around his hip easily and a sigh pushes out of her mouth. She moves her thigh to meet his cock's rhythm, clenching around the dildo dangerously at the movement, at him pressed against her. Warmth floods her insides at those lips brushing her skin.

What the fuck. When did she get so soft about him? (Too long ago and before she could even stop it are the correct answers.)

"Yeah, don't you priests have to show thanks or somethin'?" she mutters, lightly raking her nails back and forth across the skin at his hip. "Praying to God for your blessings or some crap? It's okay, though, Nicky. You can pray to me instead."

Right...with that grin, it makes one wonder just what about Kara Thrace is supposed to be angelic.

[tolditslant]

"Pray? To you?" A low chuckle fills his chest, buzzes through his lips against her skin and honeyed eyes roll, then seem to roll backwards at the push of her hips, the pressure that builds in the pit of his belly.

"Nah, I don't think prayer's gonna help us anymore...good ol' hard work might. A kinda pilgrimage. Dunno if you can handle it...but I'll guide you. For a small fee."

His mouth splits into a smirk, all teeth, pearly whites which descend to sink into her neck as his hips move backwards and slowly, slowly he pushes himself down over the dildo in one fell swoop. Oh, but he doesn't push further past the rim, merely lets the tip stretch him to the brim, lets it fill him up.

Slowly, slowly he rotates his hips, long neck bared as a moan falls from his mouth. He balances himself on the balls of his feet and sighs.