RPF Drabbles - McDonnell/Bamber/Sackhoff/The Ed/Hogan and a Partridge in a Pear Tree
Here are a few RPF drabbles I wrote based on prompts given to me by some really dirty frakkers.
Hallway Wall
Mary/Eddie, Dragon*Con
“Somebody’s gonna see us.”
Mary’s arms slip around his neck despite her words of warning.
“I don’t care,” he murmurs. She shivers as he backs her against the hallway wall. His hardness presses against her leg.
He tastes the side of her neck, an acrid mixture of perfume and the tangy salt of her skin.
She pants into his ear as his hand slides up the side of her jeans-clad thigh, up under the side of the dress shirt that’s unbuttoned temptingly low. The skin of her side is soft, warm, inviting.
“You should care,” she breathes.
“So should you.”
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Wake-up Call
Mary McDonnell/Jamie Bamber, at a convention, Captain Apollo
Mary feels Jamie’s hot mouth on her back before she’s even fully awake. She chuckles, a low rumble in her chest. He plants kisses down her back and along the swell of her hip.
“What?” he murmurs. He licks the sensitive crease where her thigh meets her ass. She shivers.
“All the girls,” she says, teasing. “They certainly love you, Captain Apollo.”
She feels the heat of his chest as he rises over her back. He nibbles on her shoulder.
“Do I get to call you Madame President?”
She looks into his eyes. “ Maybe, if you’re a good boy.”
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So Say We
Mary McDonnell/Michael Hogan, bitching about EJO
Mary’s crossed leg is kicking a steady beat. She takes a slow, calming breath, her arms folded across her chest. Michael watches her, cautiously amused.
“He just wouldn’t shut the fuck up,” she says.
“I know,” Michael responds.
“I know you know.” Her laugh is short, intolerant.
Her leg kicks, keeping time.
“Seriously. Ron couldn’t get a word in edgewise.” Her hand sifts through her hair. “And then he...he did that...that thing.”
“Oh.” Michael cringes. “That?”
“Yes, that.”
“The So Say W--”
“Mike, if I hear it one more time, I’m gonna wring somebody’s neck.”
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The Airlock Set
Mary McDonnell/Katee Sackhoff, airlock
Near the back of Stage I is the airlock set. It hasn’t been on screen since season one but for some reason, it still sits at the ready, just in case.
Katee’s eyes have barely adjusted to the darkness when she feels soft lips brush against her own.
Her heartbeat races. She takes a soft bottom lip between her teeth, feels the rough texture of Mary’s tongue as it greets her own. Katee makes fists into the long, soft hair that cascades over Mary’s shoulders.
Their moans are soft, their whimpers barely audible as hands wander, fingers slide, skin shivers.
Hallway Wall
Mary/Eddie, Dragon*Con
“Somebody’s gonna see us.”
Mary’s arms slip around his neck despite her words of warning.
“I don’t care,” he murmurs. She shivers as he backs her against the hallway wall. His hardness presses against her leg.
He tastes the side of her neck, an acrid mixture of perfume and the tangy salt of her skin.
She pants into his ear as his hand slides up the side of her jeans-clad thigh, up under the side of the dress shirt that’s unbuttoned temptingly low. The skin of her side is soft, warm, inviting.
“You should care,” she breathes.
“So should you.”
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Wake-up Call
Mary McDonnell/Jamie Bamber, at a convention, Captain Apollo
Mary feels Jamie’s hot mouth on her back before she’s even fully awake. She chuckles, a low rumble in her chest. He plants kisses down her back and along the swell of her hip.
“What?” he murmurs. He licks the sensitive crease where her thigh meets her ass. She shivers.
“All the girls,” she says, teasing. “They certainly love you, Captain Apollo.”
She feels the heat of his chest as he rises over her back. He nibbles on her shoulder.
“Do I get to call you Madame President?”
She looks into his eyes. “ Maybe, if you’re a good boy.”
___________________________________________
So Say We
Mary McDonnell/Michael Hogan, bitching about EJO
Mary’s crossed leg is kicking a steady beat. She takes a slow, calming breath, her arms folded across her chest. Michael watches her, cautiously amused.
“He just wouldn’t shut the fuck up,” she says.
“I know,” Michael responds.
“I know you know.” Her laugh is short, intolerant.
Her leg kicks, keeping time.
“Seriously. Ron couldn’t get a word in edgewise.” Her hand sifts through her hair. “And then he...he did that...that thing.”
“Oh.” Michael cringes. “That?”
“Yes, that.”
“The So Say W--”
“Mike, if I hear it one more time, I’m gonna wring somebody’s neck.”
___________________________________________
The Airlock Set
Mary McDonnell/Katee Sackhoff, airlock
Near the back of Stage I is the airlock set. It hasn’t been on screen since season one but for some reason, it still sits at the ready, just in case.
Katee’s eyes have barely adjusted to the darkness when she feels soft lips brush against her own.
Her heartbeat races. She takes a soft bottom lip between her teeth, feels the rough texture of Mary’s tongue as it greets her own. Katee makes fists into the long, soft hair that cascades over Mary’s shoulders.
Their moans are soft, their whimpers barely audible as hands wander, fingers slide, skin shivers.