Ack, she wrote WHAT?!
I should be in bed already--last night I woke up at 3 a.m. and couldn't stop coughing. But I think I have a draft--not a final one, but close--completed for my femme_fic story. Someday I will make a really whiny post about writing that story, but since I'm not actually done yet, it will have to wait.
Oh, I have another ficlet. Sharon/Helo, on Earth. Pregnancy hormones do strange things.
The first time had been different. Locked in a cell, almost raped by Caine's men, the last thing she wanted to feel was sexual desire. Then the fear of losing the baby kicked in--scared of being forced into an abortion, scared of a miscarriage. The miracle of Hera's birth had eased the pain, given her and Helo a fresh start.
That had been taken away, too. But God wasn't through with miracles, and they got their little girl back.
Now she was pregnant again. They were on Earth, in a house with separate bedrooms for Hera and her future sibling. No news of the other cylon; they had disappeared months before the fleet found the way here.
Her doctor here hadn't been told that she was a cylon, only that she had a 'rare blood anomoly.' The tiny woman had taken blood samples, muttering phrases like rH positive and protein keys.
The first trimester Sharon was constantly nauseated. Each night she curled up in their bed, shoving Helo to the edge. The bowl (in case she vomited) was near her, as were crackers and a glass of water. It was awful.
Now, though, she felt amazing. The doctor had come up with a treatment and the nausea subsided. She hadn't had any blood spotting in weeks. Her hair was growing fast and her libido had roared back. She had managed to get Helo to adjust to sex each night after Hera went to sleep, and was gradually adding in morning sex as well.
Tonight his hand was curled over her stomach; he had started snuggling again after she stopped kicking him away. She poked his hand; he didn't react. His breathing pattern stayed even, so she reached back and poked his torso.
"What?"
"I want sex, Helo."
He muttered something incomprehensible into her shoulder blade. She reached back with her hand. That got a reaction. "Hey, watch what you're grabbing!"
"Karl! Sex now!"
"Again?
"Yes." When he didn't move right away she started reaching back again.
"Okay, okay!" He moved his head closer to her neck and inhaled deeply. "Give me a moment." He kissed her neck and moved the hand that was already on her stomach. But he didn't move it anywhere else--he just drew a circle.
"Karl," she said with a warning tone in her voice.
"You only want me for one thing." His voiced warbled dramatically. She couldn't see his grin but she knew it was there.
Turning her head back as far as she could, she smiled back. "That's right. Now give up the goods."
"Yes, sir."
Oh, I have another ficlet. Sharon/Helo, on Earth. Pregnancy hormones do strange things.
The first time had been different. Locked in a cell, almost raped by Caine's men, the last thing she wanted to feel was sexual desire. Then the fear of losing the baby kicked in--scared of being forced into an abortion, scared of a miscarriage. The miracle of Hera's birth had eased the pain, given her and Helo a fresh start.
That had been taken away, too. But God wasn't through with miracles, and they got their little girl back.
Now she was pregnant again. They were on Earth, in a house with separate bedrooms for Hera and her future sibling. No news of the other cylon; they had disappeared months before the fleet found the way here.
Her doctor here hadn't been told that she was a cylon, only that she had a 'rare blood anomoly.' The tiny woman had taken blood samples, muttering phrases like rH positive and protein keys.
The first trimester Sharon was constantly nauseated. Each night she curled up in their bed, shoving Helo to the edge. The bowl (in case she vomited) was near her, as were crackers and a glass of water. It was awful.
Now, though, she felt amazing. The doctor had come up with a treatment and the nausea subsided. She hadn't had any blood spotting in weeks. Her hair was growing fast and her libido had roared back. She had managed to get Helo to adjust to sex each night after Hera went to sleep, and was gradually adding in morning sex as well.
Tonight his hand was curled over her stomach; he had started snuggling again after she stopped kicking him away. She poked his hand; he didn't react. His breathing pattern stayed even, so she reached back and poked his torso.
"What?"
"I want sex, Helo."
He muttered something incomprehensible into her shoulder blade. She reached back with her hand. That got a reaction. "Hey, watch what you're grabbing!"
"Karl! Sex now!"
"Again?
"Yes." When he didn't move right away she started reaching back again.
"Okay, okay!" He moved his head closer to her neck and inhaled deeply. "Give me a moment." He kissed her neck and moved the hand that was already on her stomach. But he didn't move it anywhere else--he just drew a circle.
"Karl," she said with a warning tone in her voice.
"You only want me for one thing." His voiced warbled dramatically. She couldn't see his grin but she knew it was there.
Turning her head back as far as she could, she smiled back. "That's right. Now give up the goods."
"Yes, sir."