BSG ficlet: How (Dualla/Seelix, NC-17)
How cynthia_arrow learned to stop worrying and love the femmeslash. With a slightly strange pairing. IDK-it's what wanted to be written? it involves two of my girlcrushes? Just go with it.
Title: How
Pairing: Dualla/Seelix
Rating: I never do my porn halfway, folks
Summary: Drunk!porn. And Dee's as much as first-timer as I am. 1700 words.
Note: Logistically, this takes place between "Six of One" and "The Ties That Bind," but there are no real spoilers.
How
She's not sure how she happened to be kissing Diana Seelix in the rec room, but perhaps the how is not the point. Or the why.
Or the who. To her surprise, it doesn't seem to matter that Seelix is a girl. Not especially when she's this wasted and she only needs somebody's hands on her, and fast. It's been too long. Even when she was with Lee, it was often too damn long.
Not that it's not about Seelix being a girl. It's not like she hasn't noticed. All night she's been watching her laughing and drinking and exchanging in-jokes with Racetrack and giving Anders hell and kicking Narcho's ass at cards. She's watched her chewing on her lips, licking them, scratching at her long neck and at her collarbone, pulling at her tanks like she's still not used to wearing them, like they don't sit right on her breasts. And all Dee could think was they seemed to sit pretty well from what she could see.
So Seelix is definitely a girl, but thank the gods she's not a delicate sort of person. Dee is frakking tired of people she has to tiptoe around. Her lips are soft against hers and her skin is shockingly smooth where their arms fall together, but Dee somehow never thought of kissing another girl as being this aggressive. Because Seelix's tongue-Diana's, she tries to tell herself, but this is how she knows her, and she knows that she's not Anastasia, either-her tongue is about as eager as any really drunk guy's, and that somehow makes it okay. Makes it better, in fact. Makes it easier to grab her by both sides of the neck-carefully and desperately at the same time, trying to keep a balance that doesn't feel quite balanced enough-and tongue frak her.
Seelix's thighs are warm on top of hers, and she's starting to get that ache between her legs, concentrating until it's a definite throb of blood, that good-horrible tightness at her clit, up into her cunt. Hands, she needs. Her own if nothing else. She thinks she'd be perfectly happy to do it for herself if she can keep kissing Seelix like this, keep feeling their breasts heave together, press together, rub together in ways that are oh, perfect somehow. She wonders if Seelix is doing it on purpose. Hell, she wonders why Seelix is doing this at all.
But of course she's doing it on purpose. Never mind that they're here in public where anyone could practically trip over them, but Seelix is pulling at the bottom of her tanks, pulling them up over her breasts until she can see her bra, slipping her hands up under her it, and Dee nearly comes from that, those perfect fumbling hands curving palms around the weight of her tits and then rubbing thumbs against her nipples. She presses her face to Seelix's neck to muffle moans, and she sucks at her neck absently as long as she can before Seelix is suddenly pushing up her bra and dragging her face down to suck in one of her nipples, to make Dee gasp and then moan. One of Seelix's hands gropes for her mouth, to get her to stop being so frakking loud. Somehow, Dee ends up sucking in two of her fingers, and when she hears Seelix whimper at that, for no good frakking reason, she sucks harder.
But it's not enough. Seelix's mouth pulling tight around her nipple, tighter and tighter as she sucks it into a point and keeps sucking-well, it's good, but it's too good and it's making her frakking crazy. She tries to shift her hips into Seelix's for some friction, and Seelix does, too, but it's really really not enough. Their hips are moving faster and faster and it's really only making Dee hornier without the possibility of relief, so she finally grabs Seelix's face again, turns it toward hers, and kisses her wet and hard on the mouth, like she's supposed to have ESP and know this means she wants to be frakked. However it works, she wants it.
Maybe Seelix does have ESP, because she suddenly pulls Dee's tanks back down and stands up and pulls Dee to her feet, both of them swaying a bit with the ambrosia, swaying into each other, before she pulls her toward the door. She doesn't have a frakking clue where they'll go-the head? foolishly pray the bunk room is deserted?-but she follows her anyway. But about the time they get to the door, Dee pushes Seelix back into the wall with one palm against her stomach and shoots her a hard look, one that says: Stay. You run and I won't be able to catch you. You can't be the one to stop this because I wouldn't know how to start again. Then hands shaking and head throbbing, Dee shuts the door and turns it closed, locked.
But Seelix has no intention of stopping or running. And she is no fool: she grins as she wastes no time pulling her by the hand, toward her and the wall. She does this dizzying turn with them until she's got Dee pinned to the wall, one thigh grinding against her, kissing her like she means it.
Godsdamn, she does mean it. Dee realizes that if either of them was going it stop or run, it was going to be her, and she's giddy with thankfulness that Seelix's hand is sliding over her stomach, steady and steadying, asking her-telling her-to keep going, to stay.
Once it becomes clear that she will, Seelix works open her fly and slides a hot hand down below the waistband of her underwear until she's slipping a finger right over her clit and down into her. Two fingers now, and Dee bucks up against her hand. Seelix makes this pleased sighing sound, still kissing her as if to absorb it as well as the whimpers coming from Dee's mouth. She can't frakking help it, not as Seelix's thumb presses into her clit and she decides it's high time she tried to get into Seelix's pants, too. Reciprocity and all that, right? Except all she wants to do is thrust against her fingers and just let herself feel everything there is to feel, the jerk of her body that seems more like a roll with the alcohol in her system and her hormones all kicked up and Seelix's lovely, lovely fingers inside her.
But as much as it would be nice to stay passive, she wants to move, to do something. She tears her mouth away and lets her lips make a wet trail down over her jaw and her neck. Then it occurs to her that her hands could do far more interesting things than clutch Seelix around the ribs, so she cups Seelix's breasts through her tanks, and when that feels nice-and seems to feel really nice to Seelix-she sets about getting her hands up under all that fabric. As she squeezes both of her nipples at once, already hard and now her back's arching her whole body into it, Seelix jerks and she can't tell if it's a good jerk or a bad one. So she pinches her nipples easier now, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, but Seelix jerks again, rubbing at her clit harder. It's- Frak, Dee. It's fine. It's- Gods. More.
Seelix's body is still bucking against hers, and even though she can feel herself getting wetter and wetter, flooding slick warmth over Seelix's fingers, she feels like she's in complete control of her body. Okay, so she's a little wobbly still, and she's more forceful and clumsy than she'd maybe want to be, but she knows exactly what she wants to do with her hands, so she does it. She works open Seelix's fly and pulls down her underwear low enough to see wiry hair and flashes of pink flesh, and she slips her hand down into the warm space between her legs and probes up with her fingers until she finds her slit. Seelix grunts impatiently and thrusts down until those fingers slip up and into her and-
Oh.
She doesn't quite know how she got here. This was just an evening of bullshit and cards. This was just her looking and smiling and letting herself flirt, maybe just a little. But now she's got her fingers in Seelix's cunt, her other hand still rubbing at one of her tits, and Seelix's mouth is bending to her own breasts again, mouthing one through her tanks and bra, and her fingers are doing amazing things with her clit, and she doesn't even mind when Seelix reaches down to guide her-because, no, frak, she really has no idea what she's doing but she'd really like to-pressing her fingers into place at that small button of flesh that she knows, now, by the way she's pushing her into the wall and dragging up her tanks to suck at bare skin-she knows is what she needs to be touching, and how.
Seelix comes first, squeezing her body into it and all but shoving her back into the wall with the force of it for a moment before she settles into a nice, steady rhythm with her hips. Dee closes her eyes and feels warm breath against her neck, so much wetness in that hot space between Seelix's legs; feels the cool air meeting her nipples, damp with saliva. She pulls Seelix closer, still groping at her breasts until they're too close to do anything but let their bodies fall together, breasts, too. Seelix whispers something in her ear, maybe about how hot she is or how much she wants to see her come, but all Dee hears and feels is now, godsdammit, please and she comes with a gasp. Comes-up against a wall, Seelix's hands down her pants, her arms twined around her, their chests heaving together.
It occurs to her, then, as she's getting her breath back just before Seelix steals it again with a kiss, that you really can't lock the rec room door from the inside. She wonders how she let herself get drunk enough to forget that.
She wonders, too, if it was completely the fault of the alcohol. As she lets herself be kissed, she thinks not, but that kind of wondering can wait for much, much later.
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Title: How
Pairing: Dualla/Seelix
Rating: I never do my porn halfway, folks
Summary: Drunk!porn. And Dee's as much as first-timer as I am. 1700 words.
Note: Logistically, this takes place between "Six of One" and "The Ties That Bind," but there are no real spoilers.
How
She's not sure how she happened to be kissing Diana Seelix in the rec room, but perhaps the how is not the point. Or the why.
Or the who. To her surprise, it doesn't seem to matter that Seelix is a girl. Not especially when she's this wasted and she only needs somebody's hands on her, and fast. It's been too long. Even when she was with Lee, it was often too damn long.
Not that it's not about Seelix being a girl. It's not like she hasn't noticed. All night she's been watching her laughing and drinking and exchanging in-jokes with Racetrack and giving Anders hell and kicking Narcho's ass at cards. She's watched her chewing on her lips, licking them, scratching at her long neck and at her collarbone, pulling at her tanks like she's still not used to wearing them, like they don't sit right on her breasts. And all Dee could think was they seemed to sit pretty well from what she could see.
So Seelix is definitely a girl, but thank the gods she's not a delicate sort of person. Dee is frakking tired of people she has to tiptoe around. Her lips are soft against hers and her skin is shockingly smooth where their arms fall together, but Dee somehow never thought of kissing another girl as being this aggressive. Because Seelix's tongue-Diana's, she tries to tell herself, but this is how she knows her, and she knows that she's not Anastasia, either-her tongue is about as eager as any really drunk guy's, and that somehow makes it okay. Makes it better, in fact. Makes it easier to grab her by both sides of the neck-carefully and desperately at the same time, trying to keep a balance that doesn't feel quite balanced enough-and tongue frak her.
Seelix's thighs are warm on top of hers, and she's starting to get that ache between her legs, concentrating until it's a definite throb of blood, that good-horrible tightness at her clit, up into her cunt. Hands, she needs. Her own if nothing else. She thinks she'd be perfectly happy to do it for herself if she can keep kissing Seelix like this, keep feeling their breasts heave together, press together, rub together in ways that are oh, perfect somehow. She wonders if Seelix is doing it on purpose. Hell, she wonders why Seelix is doing this at all.
But of course she's doing it on purpose. Never mind that they're here in public where anyone could practically trip over them, but Seelix is pulling at the bottom of her tanks, pulling them up over her breasts until she can see her bra, slipping her hands up under her it, and Dee nearly comes from that, those perfect fumbling hands curving palms around the weight of her tits and then rubbing thumbs against her nipples. She presses her face to Seelix's neck to muffle moans, and she sucks at her neck absently as long as she can before Seelix is suddenly pushing up her bra and dragging her face down to suck in one of her nipples, to make Dee gasp and then moan. One of Seelix's hands gropes for her mouth, to get her to stop being so frakking loud. Somehow, Dee ends up sucking in two of her fingers, and when she hears Seelix whimper at that, for no good frakking reason, she sucks harder.
But it's not enough. Seelix's mouth pulling tight around her nipple, tighter and tighter as she sucks it into a point and keeps sucking-well, it's good, but it's too good and it's making her frakking crazy. She tries to shift her hips into Seelix's for some friction, and Seelix does, too, but it's really really not enough. Their hips are moving faster and faster and it's really only making Dee hornier without the possibility of relief, so she finally grabs Seelix's face again, turns it toward hers, and kisses her wet and hard on the mouth, like she's supposed to have ESP and know this means she wants to be frakked. However it works, she wants it.
Maybe Seelix does have ESP, because she suddenly pulls Dee's tanks back down and stands up and pulls Dee to her feet, both of them swaying a bit with the ambrosia, swaying into each other, before she pulls her toward the door. She doesn't have a frakking clue where they'll go-the head? foolishly pray the bunk room is deserted?-but she follows her anyway. But about the time they get to the door, Dee pushes Seelix back into the wall with one palm against her stomach and shoots her a hard look, one that says: Stay. You run and I won't be able to catch you. You can't be the one to stop this because I wouldn't know how to start again. Then hands shaking and head throbbing, Dee shuts the door and turns it closed, locked.
But Seelix has no intention of stopping or running. And she is no fool: she grins as she wastes no time pulling her by the hand, toward her and the wall. She does this dizzying turn with them until she's got Dee pinned to the wall, one thigh grinding against her, kissing her like she means it.
Godsdamn, she does mean it. Dee realizes that if either of them was going it stop or run, it was going to be her, and she's giddy with thankfulness that Seelix's hand is sliding over her stomach, steady and steadying, asking her-telling her-to keep going, to stay.
Once it becomes clear that she will, Seelix works open her fly and slides a hot hand down below the waistband of her underwear until she's slipping a finger right over her clit and down into her. Two fingers now, and Dee bucks up against her hand. Seelix makes this pleased sighing sound, still kissing her as if to absorb it as well as the whimpers coming from Dee's mouth. She can't frakking help it, not as Seelix's thumb presses into her clit and she decides it's high time she tried to get into Seelix's pants, too. Reciprocity and all that, right? Except all she wants to do is thrust against her fingers and just let herself feel everything there is to feel, the jerk of her body that seems more like a roll with the alcohol in her system and her hormones all kicked up and Seelix's lovely, lovely fingers inside her.
But as much as it would be nice to stay passive, she wants to move, to do something. She tears her mouth away and lets her lips make a wet trail down over her jaw and her neck. Then it occurs to her that her hands could do far more interesting things than clutch Seelix around the ribs, so she cups Seelix's breasts through her tanks, and when that feels nice-and seems to feel really nice to Seelix-she sets about getting her hands up under all that fabric. As she squeezes both of her nipples at once, already hard and now her back's arching her whole body into it, Seelix jerks and she can't tell if it's a good jerk or a bad one. So she pinches her nipples easier now, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, but Seelix jerks again, rubbing at her clit harder. It's- Frak, Dee. It's fine. It's- Gods. More.
Seelix's body is still bucking against hers, and even though she can feel herself getting wetter and wetter, flooding slick warmth over Seelix's fingers, she feels like she's in complete control of her body. Okay, so she's a little wobbly still, and she's more forceful and clumsy than she'd maybe want to be, but she knows exactly what she wants to do with her hands, so she does it. She works open Seelix's fly and pulls down her underwear low enough to see wiry hair and flashes of pink flesh, and she slips her hand down into the warm space between her legs and probes up with her fingers until she finds her slit. Seelix grunts impatiently and thrusts down until those fingers slip up and into her and-
Oh.
She doesn't quite know how she got here. This was just an evening of bullshit and cards. This was just her looking and smiling and letting herself flirt, maybe just a little. But now she's got her fingers in Seelix's cunt, her other hand still rubbing at one of her tits, and Seelix's mouth is bending to her own breasts again, mouthing one through her tanks and bra, and her fingers are doing amazing things with her clit, and she doesn't even mind when Seelix reaches down to guide her-because, no, frak, she really has no idea what she's doing but she'd really like to-pressing her fingers into place at that small button of flesh that she knows, now, by the way she's pushing her into the wall and dragging up her tanks to suck at bare skin-she knows is what she needs to be touching, and how.
Seelix comes first, squeezing her body into it and all but shoving her back into the wall with the force of it for a moment before she settles into a nice, steady rhythm with her hips. Dee closes her eyes and feels warm breath against her neck, so much wetness in that hot space between Seelix's legs; feels the cool air meeting her nipples, damp with saliva. She pulls Seelix closer, still groping at her breasts until they're too close to do anything but let their bodies fall together, breasts, too. Seelix whispers something in her ear, maybe about how hot she is or how much she wants to see her come, but all Dee hears and feels is now, godsdammit, please and she comes with a gasp. Comes-up against a wall, Seelix's hands down her pants, her arms twined around her, their chests heaving together.
It occurs to her, then, as she's getting her breath back just before Seelix steals it again with a kiss, that you really can't lock the rec room door from the inside. She wonders how she let herself get drunk enough to forget that.
She wonders, too, if it was completely the fault of the alcohol. As she lets herself be kissed, she thinks not, but that kind of wondering can wait for much, much later.
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