Battlestar Erotica

Fic: "in a wild sky", Kara/Leoben, Rated Mature.

2008-09-11T19:05:13Z

Title: in a wild sky
Author: sionnain
Pairing: Kara/Leoben
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Breathplay. Contains spoilers for Season 4.

AN: The title is from Nick Cave's Do you love me? This fic is set in the same 'verse as hopelessly tangled and is, in fact, a prequel. It was also written for lilibel for the Fall Fandom Fest! Thanks to meresy for a very fabulous beta! My spine glowing obsession may firmly be laid at transtempts feet :-)

(in a wild sky).

Back with Your Racks as the Stacks You Know (1/1)

2008-09-02T18:15:05Z

Title: Back with Your Racks as the Stacks You Know
Author: kiki_miserychic
Pairings: Helena Cain/Gina Inviere
Summary/Spoilers: A small measure of Helena and Gina's downtime. Minor Razor relationship spoiler.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Written for thearchive2's challenge 07 - found.

"What is this?" Helena asked, demanding an answer with a hard edge to her voice. Her hands held a Poladro at the corners, fingers barely touching the waxy plastic of the image.

Helena and Gina had casually stepped into the office to continue their conversation. Of course, that hadn't been the real reason for their departure, but the rest of the CIC had been more than willing to pretend it was.

"This was going to be your present, but I can see that you've already found it." Gina replied with benevolently sarcastic seeping through her voice. Hiding the photograph had been unsuccessful, despite trapping it between the worn and yellowed pages of a Gemenese book of hymns. She lent Helena the book knowing that she would not look at it for a while. The hymnal came back down on the table with a slide of thick leather, though Gina had been expecting a loud slap.

"I don't need gifts from you, not like this." Helena said, even as she was staring at the saturated tones of the photograph.

Gina remained by the bulkhead door, weighing her options. She wandered through the office to the personal quarters area, dragging her fingers lightly across the sleek walls as she moved.

"I thought it would be fun. I borrowed a flash machine from a new mechanic and no one really cares about inks anymore." She sat down at the edge of Helena's bunk, pushing herself farther in until her back rested against the cold bulkhead. Helena's gaze was still held by the photograph in her hands, which made Gina smile a sly grin as she raised her right leg onto the bunk, leaving her other firmly planted on the floor. She waited for Helena to forget about the Poladro and pay attention to the scene before her, but Helena stayed oblivious to the real life images in favor of the still moment trapped in ink.

The muffled thud of Gina's uniform hitting the corner of the table brought Helena out of whatever thoughts she had. She jerked her head around to take in the sight of Gina's body draped over her bunk. Gina's full breasts spread above the few visible ribs of her body, leading down to the virtuous appearance of the white panties that she still wore.

Wasting no more time, Helen let the photograph fall from her fingers to join the pile of clothing at her feet, landing soundlessly. Helena made quick work of removing her own uniform down to her tanks and shorts.

Gina allowed herself to smile even wider, bringing her other leg up to press against the inside of the other as Helena all but ran to her, kneeling on the bunk at her feet. Helena pressed the palm of her hand over the front of Gina's panties. The movement pushed Gina down into the bunk as she uselessly struggled to create more friction with her resistance. Lying back against the few pillows, Gina felt a sudden rush of energy as she watched Helena travel up her body. The heat nearly poured off Helena as she meandered circles over Gina's still together knees with the pads of her thumbs.

With a crook of one eyebrow, Helena's fingertips walked up Gina's thighs until she reached the place where they met her torso. Helena slipped her warm fingers between the cloth and Gina's white skin, and then began sliding the fabric down. The knuckles of Helena's fingers brushed feather-light over Gina's skin as the simple underwear were haltingly tugged down her legs. Gina closed her eyes to the quiet snap as the clothing passed over her knees, then her ankles. Helena's mouth went dry as she gracefully tossed the meager piece of cloth onto the floor.

Gina spread her legs farther apart. The skin around her was pulled to the sides, revealing her pale pink inner lips to Helena. Helena gripped the two knees on either side of her shoulders, sending minute flickers through Gina. Placing her finger just above Gina's pelvic bone, she looked for her target area. She witnessed the flesh move as she gathered the outer folds of skin gently to pinch them together. A pleased giggle told Helena everything she needed as Gina's clit jumped, the muscles contracting and rolling in an effort to escape the stimulation. Eyes closed, Gina squeezed her own inner muscles, willing herself closer while Helena kept a persistent hand around her. Gina's lungs dragged air in with abruptly rapid stretches as Helena licked the rough of her tongue over the rounded peaks of Gina's nipples. Gina sighed as air passed across dampened skin in Helena's absence, Gina wanting her to pull and tug harder.

Barely stroking the nerves, Helena used her right hand to hold her open while only the middle finger from her other hand worked the exposed strip. Helena kept retracing the torturously sluggish path from clit to opening and back again. Gina could feel parts of her body going numb. Trying to compose herself Gina took in three steady breaths, then glanced at Helena's face. Her own face relaxed into a smirk as Helena's two fingers languidly sought entrance. Gina's body was held tight with anticipation; Helena eased the pressure when Gina's muscles receded, then pressed down to explore the inside. Flattening her fingers and sliding them sideways against the slick texture, Helena added a third digit.

"I'm not a precious flower, frak me already," Gina commanded, her voice cracking and harsh, yet serene as it echoed off the metal surrounding the room.

Twisting her hand and fingers until the palm faced up, Helena began her search for just the right spot. Gina's vision brightened considerably, the lights turned on full blast. Helena positioned her mouth over Gina's clit outlining the edge, letting her teeth barely graze Gina's hood, producing a full body shiver. Helena lightly suctioned the area to her mouth and pulled back a slight measure, then released. Gina voiced her approval with a few choice words from the Gemenese lexicon. Helena repeated the action several times, each eliciting the same reaction.

Helena pressed her tongue against the back of her teeth and commenced sucking in earnest. Gina dug her fingers into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, leaving a trail of long pink welts. Helena seized the underneath of Gina's thigh to hold her in place as her body jerked in feverish movements. The two tanks Helena was wearing began to cling to her back, rubbing against her skin, making her feel warm. Getting her fingers far inside Gina, Helena thrust against her, propelling Gina's entire body back.

"Too hot," Gina moaned, wrenching the thin sheet from under her back. Her groan drew out into a satisfying growl as she felt the coolness of the bunk beneath her. Temperature under control, her hands reached blindly for Helena. Finding the tangled and sweaty mess of Helena's hair, Gina dug her fingers deep into the strands trying to steer her in the right direction. Helena felt the urge to smirk and let herself be guided. Giving up all pretense Gina frakked herself up against Helena's face. Quickening the pace, grinding her welcoming mouth down, Helena brought Gina off.

A gasp pushed out from Gina's lips as if astonished by her own orgasm. She felt like there was a weight pulling her down; attached to her internal organs, an unseen force making her feel heavy. The silken liquid streamed out of her and down Helena's chin and neck. Helena brushed the flat of her tongue over Gina twice more. Gina let out a keening whimper followed by a sudden increase in the heat dampening the front of Helena's tanks. Helena released the tender flesh between her lips and leaned back on her haunches.

Gina grabbed for Helena's arms, maneuvering their bodies into what she considered a comfortable position. Helena usually thought otherwise, but a few hours of sweaty heat never moved her to voice objection. If nothing else she was refreshed by Gina's pressing need to create a jumbled web of their limbs.

No matter what else was going on in the ship, Gina always clung after sex. Helena wished it felt troublesome or irritating, yet the salt of Gina's skin and her scent created an envelope as inviting as any game of triad on board.

Gina attempted to snake her long arm around Helena's waist to slip down inside, but Helena turned, denying Gina access.

"I'll wait until later because I have your photo for then. Are there more?" Helena allowed herself to shift against Gina's hair, glancing over to the Poladro that rested atop Gina's apparel.

"I laughed in the first one, so that's the second I didn't think you'd want that one." Gina burrowed even closer into her, causing their hips to struggle teasingly against each other. Both too tired to start anything, it only generated more heat between them.

"I like that one better," Helena proclaimed, not seeing the serpentine curves of Gina's body and face.

Fic: burning and turning (kara/leoben) rated Adult.

2008-08-18T14:44:39Z

Title: burning and turning
Author: sionnain
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Kara/Leoben
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Some very slight breathplay. Spoilers for Season 3 of BSG.
Summary: Kara dreams.

AN: My thanks to resolute and spuffyduds for the awesome beta! The title is from the Dylan Thomas poem Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed.

(burning and turning).

Fic: Sunlight and Shade (Roslin/Adama, MA)

2008-08-16T18:40:22Z

Title: Sunlight and Shade
Author: Trialia
Rating: MA
Word Count: 2757
Beta: general_jinjur & unavitasegreta
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Laura Roslin/Bill Adama
Spoilers: Revelations
Summary: They don’t have to hide, now.

(She can't stop herself from burying a hand in his hair, nails on his scalp, pressing him deeper, closer to where she wants him.)

I'm the One and Only Sound (1/1)

2008-08-06T02:30:21Z

Title: I'm the One and Only Sound
Author: kiki_miserychic
Pairing: Natalie/the drowned 6
Summary/Spoilers: If you can be good, you'll live forever / If you're bad, you'll die when
you die. Set sometime between Exodus Part 2 (3x04) and Faith (4x08).
Disclaimer: not mine
Author's Note: Written for hot_toaster in the Cylons vs. Humans INTERNATIONAL FEMSLASH DAY ficathon.

I'm the One and Only Sound

Hearing Only One True Note (1/1)

2008-08-06T02:26:58Z

Title: Hearing Only One True Note
Author: kiki_miserychic
Pairing: Boomer/Caprica
Summary/Spoilers: The world is moving beyond Boomer and Caprica's grasp. Takes place in the slight gap between Exodus Part 1 and 2 (3x03 and 3x04)
Disclaimer: not mine
Author's Note: Written for hot_toaster in the Cylons vs. Humans INTERNATIONAL FEMSLASH DAY ficathon.

Hearing Only One True Note

Kara/Lee/Sam NC-17: The Price of Survival. PWP ficlet

2008-07-30T21:36:32Z

Just call it angsty PWP.

Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Kara/Lee/Sam
Rating: NC-17.
Spoilers: Mid Season 3; around Eye of Jupiter
Wordcount: 770 or so.
Disclaimer: The characters, alas, do not belong to me, nor does the show. No profit made nor sought. Just a labour of love…

Written for wisteria’s Porn Battle. Prompt: BSG, Kara/Lee/Sam, Yes

Unbetaed (gasp).

She never meant for this to happen, but the flesh is weak, and ambrosia feeds the urge and saps the will. It’s hot, too hot and sweaty on this damn planet, the stench of algae pervades everything, but the draw of Lee’s mouth, of his fingers touching her, probing, of his tongue, gods, teasing her in slow maddening circles, takes her beyond thought.

BSG Fic - One Third

2008-07-17T14:02:43Z

Title: One Third
Authors: volatile/becisvolatile
Rating: M/R
Spoilers: Through to Revelations
Characters: Lee/Leoben (sorta) but the implication of Lee/Kara is key.
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1400+
Summary: He thinks the door is her favourite part of their house. She uses it so very often.
Disclaimer: Not my sandpit.
Notes: My second contribution to wisteria_’s Porn Battle, uses the prompts Lee/Leoben and Delusion. To be honest, I actually put forward this prompt myself. I was desperate to see it done and when, as I’d figured, no one really rushed at it I realised I was just looking for an excuse to fool around with it myself. I think the short stabby sentences detract from the overall story, but I honestly couldn’t explain what was happening any other way. I felt like the story was playing out in pithy little moments. Try not to be dissuaded by the slash, if you blink you’ll miss it and this is still very Lee/Kara-ish.

One Third

bsg_erotica @ 2008-07-16T16:51:00

2008-07-16T20:51:04Z

untitled (does smut ever really need a title?)

pairing: Kara/Karl

rating: ummm NC-17 just to be safe. it's not quite as filthy as i normally like to write.

setting: pre mini. before any significant others, alive or dead, came into the picture.

summary: it's smut, so no summary needed,right?

A/N: a friend of mine had a birthday yesterday so this was written and posted for her. unbeta'd.

As Kara walks through the room she ignores the looks she feels being directed towards her. She stops and casts a pointed glance over her shoulder to see the occupants quickly turn back to watching tv or playing cards or,in the case of a few,studying the floor or the corner of the ceiling. She heads down the hall, looking for room 1011. Finding it she knocks and stands back.

The door opens and the face of her best friend pokes out. "Hey!" Karl erupts into a laugh and steps out.

"I feel like all the boys are looking at me," Kara says, feeling and looking more annoyed than uncomfortable. She watches as Karl looks down the hall and nods.

"That's cuz all the boys are looking at you," he says with a smile.

"Ok. I thought so," Kara replies. She stands up on her tip toes and kisses him gently on the lips.

Karl hides his surprise but goes along with it. They'd decided to be friends after things got too complicated with them being so far apart so he isn't expecting anything like this. When she pulls away he quietly asks,"What was that for?"

Kara quickly looks over her shoulder,then turns back to him and whispers back,"So they'll leave me alone."

"Ah," he replies, then pulls her closer and brings his mouth to hers."Then we better make it look convincing." Kara nods, so he kisses her with a little more force and wraps his arms around her,pulling her into his room. He shuts the door and pulls away from the kiss.

Kara looks up at him,still smiling but now with a gleam in her eye. Grabbing him by the cheek she pulls him in for another kiss. "I don't think that'll be enough to get them to back off." Reaching down she starts to pull his tank out of his shorts.

Karl just shrugs, a slow grin spreading over his face and kisses her again as he begins to undo the buttons on her shirt. He lets out a muffled grunt as her nails sear into his back and she not so gently pulls the shirt up his back, almost hanging him with it before he can pull away from her lips. His mouth finds her again and he pulls her shirt down off her shoulders and helps her twist and turn out of it. With a speed and dexterity that gets a laugh from her he undoes her bra with one hand and throws it over his shoulder.

Kara moans and runs her fingers through his hair as he picks her up off the ground and gently bites first one nipple then the other. She bites his neck and snakes her hand down between them to rub the bulge of his cock through the shorts. Before she knows it, she's on his desk and he's working her pants and underwear off at a feverish pace. She lets out another moan as his finger finds her clit and begins to rub it in soft,slow circles. Her hand begins to tug at his shorts, but he pushes her hand away.

"Agathon, what the frak are you doi-" the rest of her question comes out in a strangled cry as he holds her down and buries his face between her thighs. His tongue glides over her clit a few times, then down between the delicate folds of flesh and finally find their way into her where it swirls around. This gets a convulsive jerk and a near scream from her.

Karl smiles up at her bewteen her thighs and runs the fingertips of both hands along her hip bones and up her stomach until he reaches her nipples. Then he gently twists, pulls and pinches them. He almost laughs as her eyes roll back into her head when he begins to suck on her clit.

After a few minutes of this agonizingly sweet torture Kara pulls him up by his ears and kisses him while yanking down his shorts. He'll get his blowjob later, but right now it's time to get down to business. She raises her right leg and he obligingly puts it on his left shoulder and she groans an order to quite playing.

He bites her lip and chuckles, the slowly pushes his cock inside her. When he's all the way in he twists his hips in a circle, grinding a little deeper inside her. When he feels her teeth sink into his shoulder he returns the favor by biting her neck as he pulls out and then slams back inside her, making her yelp and then laugh,then growl as he thrusts in a rhythm that switches from slow to fast and then in between, with every few thrusts accented with a grind.

"Oh..frak..yes...right there!" Kara pants as she digs her nails in his shoulders then pounds his chest. Then as she's not sure if she can take anymore he finds the spot, the one that sends her through the roof. "Like..that..just..like..that..GODS!" The final word comes out in a roar and her body spasms, then locks, then spasms again.

Picking her up and carrying her to his bed Karl lays her down gently, kissing her deeply. As he lays down next to her she moves her head over and rests it on his chest, stroking his shoulder and bicep.

"Happy Birthday, by the way," Karl whispers.

"Mmm, thank you," she replies quietly. Turning her face up to him she smiles and places a kiss on his chin. "You think the boys will leave me alone now?"

"I don't think you have to worry about them bugging you now," Karl answers, then pulls her on top of him and chuckles as he slides back inside her,making her eyes widen in surprise and then close in delight.

fin

BSG Fic - Transparency

2008-07-13T11:55:20Z

Title: Transparency
Authors: volatile/becisvolatile
Rating: R
Spoilers: Through to Unfinished Business
Characters: Kara/Lee
Genre: Angst, pr0n.
Word Count: 600+
Summary: She’s the only person he knows who wears shades in space. Lee knows that the slick aviators cover a multitude of sins.
Disclaimer: Not my sandpit.
Notes: My contribution to wisteria_’s Porn Battle, uses the prompts Kara/Lee and ‘Shades’, it’s set soon after The Dance of Unfinished Business.

Transparency

fic: paint it black (five times it was the nail polish's fault) [1/1]

2008-07-07T21:25:41Z

Title: Paint It Black (Five Times It Was the Nail Polish's Fault)
Author: kimberlite
Fandoms: Velvet Goldmine (Curt), Jericho (Jake/Stanley), Stargate: Atlantis (John/Rodney), Stargate: SG-1 (Cam), Battlestar Galactica (Sam(/Lee)/Kara))
Ratings: up to NC-17
Word count: ~3,700
Disclaimer: These shows are so not mine, I'm just having fun.
Notes: Thanks, as always, to splix for encouragement and beta.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Summary: This is what happens when you combine 113 degree heat, painting 60 nails during a play date, and kink_bingo. Be afraid. ;)

Paint It Black (Five Times It Was the Nail Polish's Fault)

more fic

2008-06-26T14:12:24Z

A Limit to Defy - Laura/unidentified pilot, M
Any Way But Lightly - Laura/Bill, post-Revelations, MA

:)

2008-06-02T17:37:59Z

Newbie here, so I may as well make a round-up post, I think :) All of the following stories are rated T or above, mostly M.

written fanfiction
From Here (Bill/Laura, @ ff.net)
Withdrawn (Cain/Gina, spoilers for Pegasus & Razor)
Sex Ed. (Laura/Adar, spoilers for Epiphanies, @ ff.net)
Political and Personal (Laura/Tom Zarek)
Valid Recreation (Cain/Gina)
Before The Storm (Bill/Laura)
In Medias Res (Bill/Laura)
Held For A Dreamer (Bill/Laura, sequel to In Medias Res)
Captivated (Bill/Laura, spoilers through Escape Velocity)
Remembered (Helo/Athena, spoilers through s3)
Provocation (Athena/Kara, spoilers through s3)
Conclusion (Bill/Laura)
Whirlwind (Bill/Laura, spoilers for Maelstrom)
Inarticulate (Bill/Laura, sequel to Whirlwind, spoilers for Maelstrom)
Imagination (Bill/Laura)
Silhouette (Bill/Laura, vague spoilers for Sine Qua Non)

podfic
Before the Storm & Don't Look Down (Bill/Laura, Laura/unknown)

Fic - Get a Grip

2008-04-25T04:25:21Z

(Author's note: BSG, Gaius/Gaius, R, 1185 words. Some vague spoilers for the early part of Season 4, but nothing huge I don't think. This is a rather silly story I dashed off today since I needed to get it out of my head in order to work on other, more important things. Nevertheless, I hope it amuses someone.)

It was like looking into a mirror with just a slight curve or ripple to it, so his reflection came back to him subtly different in ways he couldn't quite pin down. The hair, the clothes were both better-groomed but that wasn't all. His double was pulled together in less superficial ways as well, because he didn't seem like he was constantly floundering on the inside, making everything up as he went along. He seemed like he knew what he was doing and why he was there, even if Gaius himself had no frakking clue.

Currently, most of the cult members he seemed to have somehow acquired were off doing whatever cult members did when they weren't praying or frakking or gazing at him adoringly. Probably refining tylium ore or repairing waste-reclamation processors or something similarly unpleasant – because really, one's life would have to be fairly awful before Gaius could possibly seem like a valid saviour, or at least that was his privately-held opinion.

Well, semi-privately, if that other him counted as a separate person. He wasn't so sure about that, though.

Right now, for instance, the other Gaius was perched on the edge of his pile-of-cushions bed. He'd been there since he woke up, but Gaius – the real Gaius, that is – was trying to ignore him. It wasn't working out so well.

"Most of them know you're a fraud, you know."

"Then why do they keep coming here?" he muttered, keeping his voice low in case any of his followers happened to be within earshot.

"Because they also know you're less of a fraud than any of the other leaders they might choose to follow. Because, deep inside, everyone knows they're a fraud, and you speak to that fear in your own strange little fashion. Oh, and probably some of them came because they hoped they might get to frak you," he added, almost as an afterthought.

"I did notice there are about ten times as many women here as there are men," Gaius admitted.

"Yes, well, you didn't think that was a coincidence, did you?" His doppleganger tipped his head to one side, contemplatively. "And most of the men are gay."

"Really?"

"Oh, definitely. I mean, a few are probably drawn here by the sheer concentrated pussy – to pick up your leavings, if you will – but most of them are hoping you'll want a bit of variety eventually."

Gaius grimaced. "It's not really my thing."

"There was that time at math camp, when you were fifteen…"

"That's not the same! And how do you even know…? Oh, frak it. You're my own personal dementia, of course you know everything I know."

"I'm not a hallucination."

"A manifestation of my subconscious, then, trying to sabotage me."

His mirror image shrugged. "Believe that if it makes you sleep easier."

"It doesn't."

"I know." He had that annoying smirk on his face again. Gaius hoped he didn't look quite so smug when he knew he was right, but somehow he suspected he did.

"If you're not a hallucination, then prove it," he challenged him.

"How, precisely, would you suggest I do that?"

"See, that's just what a hallucination would say. You can't prove it."

"You didn't think your Six was imaginary, did you? A delusion?"

"I…" Gaius hesitated. "At first, I thought she might be."

"And what finally convinced you otherwise?"

"Plenty of things. She came out with things I could never have thought of on my own. She knew what was going to happen… she…"

"She frakked you."

Gaius stuck his chin out. "It wasn't that, it…"

"And it didn't feel like you were doing it to yourself, did it."

"…No," he admitted, after a moment's delightful reminiscence.

"Right then," said the other Gaius, settling down onto the pillows beside him. He had, Gaius realized, done that disconcerting thing where his clothing suddenly changed, except in this case it had changed to, well, nothing.

"Wait a minute!" He scrambled back, but bumped up against the bulkhead and found he had nowhere else to go. "This is ….amazingly wrong, even for me."

"But you have to admit, you didn't expect it. Is this something your subconscious would do to you?" His double arched a suggestive eyebrow.

"Maybe," Gaius said, struggling to look anywhere but at himself. "We were, after all, just talking about that, ah, that time, and perhaps it brought up certain…memories, and… Good lord, do I actually look like that?!"

"I know, what are all those women thinking, eh?" His other self shook his head, bemused. "As an aside, if I were a figment of your imagination, don't you think I'd be a little bit more, well, impressive?" He stroked himself lazily. "I mean, it’s not shabby, don't get me wrong, but not really the stuff legends are made of."

"I've never had any complaints," said Gaius stiffly. "About that, anyway," he amended.

"No, well, of course. Not to your face. And you know what they say – it's what you do with it that counts." He grinned slyly and took Gaius by the hand. "So show me what you can do."

Gaius jerked back. "Absolutely not! It's depraved, disgusting, it's…"

His double shrugged. "If you're right and I'm just some projection of your fractured little mind, then it's no worse than masturbation. Come on, Gaius, get a grip on yourself," he said, far too cheerfully, and reached out to take him in hand.

To his surprise, after a moment or two of awkwardness, Gaius found he was responding to his double's – his own? – touch. "Fine. But I absolutely draw the line at kissing," he warned him as he grudgingly followed suit, wrapping his hand around something that felt eerily familiar and yet, at the same time, wasn't. There was something vertiginous about the experience of jerking himself off from the other side, like an out-of-body experience gone strangely awry.

It really wasn't anything like masturbation; he had to admit that much. Like with anyone, there were the occasional moments when his partner's grip wasn't quite what he would have preferred had he been doing it himself, too rough, say, or too slow. But there were also those wonderful, dizzying flashes – plenty of them, as it happened – when the fact that it was someone else's hand on him, giving him what he hadn't known he wanted until that precise second, made it feel infinitely better than anything he could have done on his own. He ground his hips steadily against his double's fist, shoulders hunched, their legs slowly entangling themselves, until finally they came – together, of course.

"I sincerely hope," said the other Gaius afterwards, "that we'll have no more of this hallucination talk."

"My word on it," Gaius agreed, settling back onto the cushions, arms folded behind his head. "Perhaps," he continued playfully, "you're a succubus. Wait, what's the male version of a succubus? Is it an incubus? You can be that, if you'd rather – oh, bugger, he's gone again. Well, no matter. I'm sure he'll be back again, at some amazingly inconvenient moment."

That night, Gaius slept more soundly than he had in ages.

Fic: When white-cheeked Aurora (the Dawn) climbs the heavens, Parts 1-3

2008-03-28T23:18:10Z

Title: When white-cheeked Aurora (the Dawn) climbs the heavens
Characters: Lee, Anders, Kara
Categories: angst, romance, genderswap, abuse of mythology
Rating: Mature
Spoilers: Through the end of season 3 and the flashbacks in Razor
Word count: 7,000 total

Summary: A new future for Kara, Lee and Sam where Lee needs to get Kara back, Sam needs to atone for his cylonity and Kara has plans of her own. Follows after Keeping All the Pieces Nice and Neat, but it is not at all necessary to read that one first.

A/N: The title is from Ibycus. This story is partially based on some of the Greek/Roman symbolism presented in Maelstrom and the prophecies mentioned in Razor. Huge thank-you's to becisvolatile and amaleka_crone for their masterful beta-fu.

Part One -- Part Two -- Epilogue

carve your name into my arm, nc17, anders/duck

2008-03-21T07:24:32Z

Title: Carve Your Name Into My Arm
Fandom, Pairing: bsg, anders/duck
Rating, Words: nc17, 2250
Table, Prompts: bsg_slashathon, name, scent, float
Summary: Tucker loses Nora and Sam doesn't know if he'll ever find Kara. Tucker blames Tyrol for Nora's death and starts wishing for his own. (Set between eps of the Resistance webisodes, and during Occupation.)
A/N: Thank you kmousie for the awesome and speedy beta as usual. I bow down to you.
He swears he can smell the rain.

One Foggy, Foggy Night (Karl/Lee, R)

2008-03-01T17:56:48Z

Title: One Foggy, Foggy Night
Pairing: Karl Agathon and Lee Adama (plus their Muse)
Rating: Adult Only
Warnings: Slash, sexual, a bit kinky, but all in good fun
Prompt: Three words: mistake, circle, real
Summary: Academy Fic. Kara sent them here on a dare, and they are caught in yet another game: “Here are the rules. You must not let go; you must not touch the floor. You must see everything and say nothing. Not a yell, not a curse, not a whimper.”

Follow me.

BSG fic: Decline and Fall, K/L, NC-17

2008-02-12T17:32:13Z

A little crossposting (I lie. A lot) of a new K/L fic, written for the klficathon:

Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Author: elzed
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Pre-series fic - Academy setting.
Spoilers: Miniseries, which can’t really count as spoilers, right?
Wordcount: 9,500 or so.
Disclaimer: The characters, alas, do not belong to me, nor does the show. No profit made nor sought. Just a labour of love…

Betaed by the peerless overnighter, of whom I am not worthy; checked for canon consistency by the lovely helen_c, for which many thanks.

Decline and Fall

(with apologies for the inevitable crossposting spammage)

Title: Washed clean with rain (1/1)

2008-01-28T11:35:44Z

Title: Washed clean with rain (Reference)
Setting: Occurs before the miniseries. Spoils some of the backstory revealed in season 1.
Summary: Kara started lying to Commander Adama the second she met him, and ten minutes later, she knew she wasn't going to be able to stop.
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Bill Adama
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: They're not my characters and I make no profit.
Notes: For Carla and T-1, with love. Thanks to Todd for beta-reading.

Washed clean with rain

This is Jason's fault. Does it to him every time.

2008-01-25T20:30:44Z

Unwound
by Ammonite7
Lee Adama and Jason Wainwright
Rating: ADULT - SLASH -,which means DON'T READ IF YOU AREN'T OLD ENOUGH OR YOU DON'T CARE FOR SUCH THINGS!
Spoilers: None
Summary: It's the summer after Lee's first year of Fleet Academy, and he's off on a motorcycle trip with his best friend.
Disclaimer: I borrowed him, temporarily, wish I could keep him.
One shot in answer to a challenge: First Time Fic, as in making love, or sex, het or whatever . . .

The hand is firm against his head now, fingers spread, tangled in his hair, the hair he hasn't cut since summer started, since he became this other person, the one his father, his family and the military will never know, not even Zak.

bsg_erotica @ 2008-01-15T14:10:00

2008-01-15T19:10:30Z

Posting with permission:

A while back, I started to hear this soft... sucking sound. Turns out, cynthia_arrow could hear it too. We discussed the matter, and after further investigation, we came to realize that the sucking sound we were hearing? Was the major suckage that is the extreme lack of boyslash in the BSG fandom!

Obviously, some higher power was afoot, pointing us the path to our destiny. God or gods, we heard the call and we answered it. We created bsg_slashathon. You can join now, readers and writers alike, and if you are so inclined, sign-ups start on January 20th. (RPF Welcome!)

bsg_slashathon

BSG fic: How Apollo Took On Dionysus, And Lost (or the futility of denying the obvious) K/L NC-17

2008-01-14T23:30:51Z

Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Author: elzed
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Rating: NC-17.
Spoilers: Season One, first half of Season Two-ish... Set both pre-mini and mid-season Two, pre-Pegasus.
Wordcount: 11,100 or so.
Disclaimer: The characters, alas, do not belong to me, nor does the show. No profit made nor sought.

Betaed by the peerless overnighter; checked for canon consistency by the lovely bop_radar and helen_c) for which heartfelt thanks.

How Apollo Took On Dionysus, And Lost (or the futility of denying the obvious) 1/2 because it's a bit long for a single post...
How Apollo Took On Dionysus, And Lost (or the futility of denying the obvious) 2/2

Crossposted to a gazillion other comms, so apologies if it keeps spamming your flist...

The Missing Year ~ Update!

2007-12-30T01:05:12Z

Title: KIN
Chapter: NINETEEN
WC: 4,979
Rating: MA
Characters: Roslin, Yarred, Zarek, Kara
Disclaimer: See site index.

Thank you again to everyone for all the support you’ve shown this little tale of mine.
As always, comments & reviews are welcome and greatly appreciated.

KIN

bsg_erotica @ 2007-12-20T02:19:00

2007-12-20T07:20:11Z

title: this body houses a soul
fandom, pairing: bsg, kara/leoben
rating, warnings: r, post-crossroads
summary: kara wakes up in a cylon basestar and leoben is waiting for her
a/n: all 700 words written for dayln03 whose computer went ker-plooey today. beta read by kmousie (for whom my heart will always go gah-thunk!).

Lies. Lies. Lies.

BSG Fic - Sucker, NC-17

2007-12-04T07:32:17Z

Title: Sucker
Authors: volatile/becisvolatile
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kara/Helo
Genre: Pure filth.
Summary: In the quiet of the rec room she could hear the hard candy click against his teeth and she bit back a warning about cavities. Like she cared what he did with his mouth.
Disclaimer: Not my sandpit.
Notes: Uhm… I have no defence. I wanted to write it so I did. Be warned, this fic depicts inappropriate use of confectionery. Thanks to angylinni for telling me it didn’t, er, suck. All mistakes are my own.

Sucker