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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[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.

[badcoverband]

Kara sighs the longest sigh, fingers positively digging into that hip, squeezing soft skin as she adds her free hand to his other hip. She tries to urge him downward, hips pushing upward, but his lack of budging makes her growl in frustration even as she arches into his teeth on her neck.

“I’ll--yeah, yeah, I’ll follow you,” she huffs, ready to tear him open and thus tear herself open (but he’s already done that for her, down to her very soul). “Always with you. Just come on. I know you need it. I do too. Need you.”

Her mumbling is frantic almost, every nerve ending standing on end, on edge, her teeth and jaw grit with the effort of him not moving.

“Doesn’t it feel good?”

[tolditslant]

Wolfwood allows this, allows her words to dribble like honey through his ears, into his head, to swarm; he allows the little tugs of his hips, the thrusts into him, and even pushes back on the up-thrust, drawing a little more of the dildo inside, little by little, until she remains halfway inside.

"Mmmgood...really good...feels really full, full of ya...Kara, Kara you feel--"

He, too, sighs with the heaviest of sounds, with his entire soul, and shifts up onto his knees to push himself down a little more, just a little, and twists his hips to change up the angle. His pupils are blown wide and black, fingers tight around her arms.

"Ask and ye shall receive...or something like that."

[badcoverband]

Kara laughs, albeit a breathy and choked laugh, teeth sinking into her lower lip when he pushes back to meet her. It’s still not enough -- how he can go so long being a teasing bastard is beyond her. She practically squirms and shakes, legs tenting up to push up against him.

“You’re so frakkin’ cheesy,” she rolls her eyes, even as her breath catches in her chest. (Takes one to know one.) “You’re the receiving one here, don’t you forget it.”

For now.

Watching his flushed face, slack-jawed and sweaty with the effort of holding back, she feels a twist in her gut that heightens the temperature of her blood. She feels a mixture of elation and disbelief that she’s looking at this sight in front of her, a gorgeous sight for sure (even more because she knows it’s at her hand -- or other things). She feels anchored by his hands on her arms.

“Yeah,” she finally speaks, voice raw with effort, “you feel good too, Nicholas, so good.”

Her hands drift down to his thighs, feeling the muscle shifting beneath them. Very few things in this life can top something like this.

[tolditslant]

"Y'mean you won't receive my body, Thrace? Real cheap of you. As usual. I thought that's what the whole struggle here was..."

Speaking of struggle, Wolfwood bounces down on the balls of his feet, voice a low groan that buzzes through them, his fingers tight around her. He takes it inch by inch, and then, then-- he slams down hard, only to rise up with a tremble and a pivot, again and again he does this until he's breathless, until his voice is robbed from him. Honeyed eyes squeeze shut as his mouth slants.