FIC: the model's only natural predator (with pirateygoodness, BSGRPF, KS/TH, NC-17)

[tellitslant]

Title: the model's only natural predator
Authors: Jane (pirateygoodness) and Kathryne (tellitslant)
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica RPF
Word Count: 3,452
Pairing: Katee Sackhoff/Tricia Helfer
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Katee's spent all night looking at Tricia's long, bare legs and remembering what they feel like tangled with her own.
Notes: Thanks to projectjulie for the beta.

Disclaimer: Fiction, fiction, and more fiction.



Katee blames it on Tricia's dress.

Yeah, it's definitely the dress's fault.

Or maybe Tricia's, because she's the one who chose today of all days to declare that it was summer and break out that tiny wisp of a dress. The deep blue one that shifts and clings to her body in all the right places, with the hemline barely long enough to be decent.

So Katee's spent all night looking at Tricia's long, bare legs and remembering what they feel like tangled with her own.

Then again. If Tricia hadn't worn that dress, Katee probably wouldn't have followed her into the bathroom, and they wouldn't have ended up in a stall together making out like a couple of teenagers, so she blames the dress. But as Katee cups Tricia's ass to pull their bodies together, her fingers slide under the hemline and brush against silky lingerie, and she realizes that actually, the dress isn't as bad as she thought. It's – well. It's really convenient.

Tricia giggles into Katee's mouth. "So what's this about?" she asks, sounding very composed for someone having a makeout session in a public toilet stall. "I mean, not that I'm complaining, but the surroundings leave something to be desired…"

Katee smiles and pulls her closer. "You look even more amazing than you usually do," she confesses. "I couldn't wait to touch you any longer." She shrugs. "It's your dress's fault. I had to get my hands under it." And that's exactly what she does, tugging the dress up and sliding her hands down into Tricia's panties. She cups Tricia's ass, squeezing a little, then starts trying to coax her underwear off.

Tricia grabs her hand quickly and holds it in place. "Quit it!" she hisses. She doesn't move away from where they're pressed together, though, and Katee knows she's more turned on than she sounds. So she stretches her fingers out slowly, making Tricia squirm against her.

"But I want you now," she says honestly. She hasn't tried the direct route with Tricia before, and she's hoping the novelty will pay off. She actually pouts a little for maximum effect. Tricia practically purrs at that, and Katee's pretty sure she's going to win this round, so she starts tugging at the lingerie again. It takes a little longer for Tricia to stop her this time.

"Not here, okay?" she says, pulling Katee's hand out from under the dress. "We will. After. But not here."

Katee doesn't want to wait any longer, though. She slides her other hand around and presses her knuckle right against the fabric between Tricia's legs, and she rubs. Tricia gasps at the contact. "Are you sure you want to wait?" Katee asks innocently, as if she doesn’t know just how badly Tricia wants to grind down against Katee's hand and come.

Tricia swallows. "Maybe," she says breathily, and leans in to kiss Katee again. "Maybe we should leave?"

Katee grins at her, and Tricia smiles back as she presses Katee against the stall wall with her hips, and Katee moans and arches into Tricia's body. When Tricia eventually pulls back, Katee whimpers, before she remembers, right.

They're taking this someplace where they can both lie down.

"Meet me in your room?" Katee asks, aware that she's almost begging but not really caring. She knows where Tricia's room is, naturally – that was one of the first things she found out after checking in. She doesn't usually invite herself up like this, but she's pretty sure Tricia's not going to say no.

And she doesn't, of course. She laughs and her eyes flash as she unwinds herself from Katee. "Ten minutes," she says, and slips out of the stall, graceful as ever. Katee has to take a little more time before she faces possible cameras or observant friends, has to let the flush fade from her cheeks and stop her legs from shaking. When she gets back to the bar, Tricia's gone, which is good: it means she doesn’t have to make her goodbyes knowing Tricia's watching her, thinking about what they're going to do together.

Even so, her entire body is humming with anticipation by the time she makes it up to Tricia's room. The pause that follows her knock seems to last forever, until finally Tricia pulls the door open and Katee steps inside and they're alone.



Tricia's still wearing her heels and her dress (that dress, the one Katee hasn't been able to stop thinking about all night), and she's standing in the middle of the room looking exactly as good as she did downstairs. Possibly even better. And the way she moves toward Katee - struts, really, like she's still on a runway, crossing her feet and swaying her hips - makes it impossible for Katee to resist kissing her.

So she doesn't even try. Instead, Katee just pulls Tricia to her and turns, so she can press herself up against Tricia's body against the wall. She rises up onto the very tips of her toes, winds her arms around Tricia's neck and brings their mouths together.

Katee loves this, loves the way it feels to kiss Tricia, slowly. The urgency is still there, but it's not as insistent, because she knows that this time Tricia won't stop her. So she's content, for a moment, to rub along Tricia and let her hands run over bare shoulders and arms.

And when she slides her hands down Tricia's sides and snags her thumbs under the elastic of Tricia's panties, she just keeps going, pulling them all the way down her legs and off. She settles back on her heels and looks up the long line of Tricia's body, and Tricia leans back against the wall and bites her lip.

Katee wants to draw this out, wants to tease and flirt and watch the way Tricia squirms when she needs more than she's getting, but mostly what she wants is to put her mouth on Tricia. So she runs her hands back up Tricia's legs and nudges them apart. "I love this dress," she says conversationally, and her breath raises goosebumps on Tricia's skin.

Tricia makes a noise that sounds like she's glad Katee approves.

Katee runs her hands up the backs of Tricia's legs, feeling goosebumps rise along the smooth skin. Tricia's hands flex against the wall, but she doesn't say a word, just shifts her feet slightly further apart. Katee smiles and takes the hint. Leaning up, she lifts Tricia's hem just slightly – she hardly needs to move it at all, the dress is so short – and presses kisses across the tops of her thighs before finally putting her mouth where Tricia wants it.

Tricia gasps and arches her hips forward as Katee's tongue slides over sensitive flesh. Katee makes a satisfied noise at finding Tricia wet and slick, at feeling Tricia squirm against her mouth. She smiles a hidden smile and licks again, slowly. Eating Tricia out always turns her on, always makes her need to slide a hand down between her own legs and rub her clit in time with the rhythm she's setting for Tricia. And this - Tricia up against the wall, both of them still wearing dresses that will be splashed all over the internet tomorrow - it's even better than usual.

She flattens her tongue and draws it in strong, broad strokes from the bottom of Tricia's slit up along the sensitive skin and over her clit, again and again, not too fast but not too slow either. Just even, steady strokes, loving the feel of it and the way Tricia gets wetter and wetter all over her mouth. Tricia's got one hand resting on Katee's head, sliding her fingers through Katee's hair and sending shivers down her spine to pool between her legs. She feels like she's been getting wet since she first saw Tricia in this dress, and now all she wants is to get her out of it.

But then, that would be rushing things. And Katee wants and wants, she really does, but she can't just let Tricia come. Not when Tricia's been teasing her all night with that dress barely brushing against the curve of her ass, and that smile like Tricia knows just what it does to her.

So Katee waits, tongue steady and patient until she feels Tricia's thighs tense and her hips rock forward the tiniest bit, and then she stops. Sits back again to look up at her work - to see how Tricia's chest is flushed and there are two bright spots of red on her cheeks, and how Tricia's looking down, huffy as anything – and she can feel it under her hands as Tricia tries to keep her thighs still.

Katee slides her hands higher up the backs of Tricia's thighs to cup her ass. She smiles up at Tricia, makes sure their eyes are locked before she digs in her fingernails, lets herself feel that surge of satisfaction right on her clit when Tricia shivers.

Keeping her eyes on Tricia's, she takes a breath, purses her lips, and blows a steady stream of cool air right on Tricia's clit. Tricia's hips jerk involuntarily, and Katee just watches as she squirms above her, feels muscles flexing under her hands as Tricia bites her lip and tries not to make a sound.

Katee leans in again, drags her tongue slowly along that warm, heavy slickness and ends with the tip right on Tricia's clit, pressure but not friction like she knows Tricia needs. Then she pulls her head away and blows again, gentle and easy but closer this time, lips barely brushing Tricia's skin, and this time she feels-hears-sees the reaction she needs as Tricia cries out and twists her hips, trying to make Katee move nearer. Go faster.

Yes. That's what she's been waiting for.

She puts her mouth back on Tricia, twirls the tip of her tongue around Tricia's clit, over and over and she's not teasing any more. Now she's serious about making Tricia come.

Katee slides one hand from where it was cupping Tricia's ass and brushes a finger along her slit before slipping it inside, just one finger, just a little more stimulation. She fucks Tricia slowly, finger curled, concentrating on trying to rub just the right spot inside her and still work her clit. It takes Katee a minute before she falls into a rhythm, but when she does, she can feel it immediately. Tricia practically starts vibrating.

Katee presses harder with her tongue against Tricia's clit. A few more swipes and that's it, Tricia's done, coming around Katee's finger, against her mouth, whimpering as she peaks. Katee slips her fingers out of Tricia, gentle and slow, watches Tricia shiver at the feeling. She's so beautiful, Katee can't help but just stare, like she's never seen a naked woman before.



Tricia takes a long, shaky breath and slides down the wall, calves flexing impossibly against those four-inch heels until she's sitting in front of Katee, knees bent and thighs spread and long legs on either side of her, those shoes still planted on the floor.

Seeing her like that, flushed and post-coital and still open in front of Katee, that fluttery excuse for a dress hitched up around her thighs and hardly even hinting at covering her up, just makes Katee want to go down on her again.

Damn her.

She seriously considers it for a moment, runs one knuckle gently across Tricia's clit as she comes down with a lust-soaked smile on her face, but then Tricia moves. Shifts her body and extends those long, gorgeous legs until one is sticking straight out and one is bent at the knee to wrap around Katee's back and pull her closer, and there's a part of Katee that's absolutely boggling at how anyone can be this flexible, but. It's a pretty small part. Because the rest of her is occupied with the fact that Tricia's capturing Katee's fingers with one hand and reaching around to unzip Katee's dress with the other, until it's nothing but black fabric pooling around her waist and between their bodies.

"Have I ever told you," Tricia says, moving Katee's hand along her own slit as she unclasps Katee's bra, "how much I love your tits?" She tosses the bra aside and cups one of Katee's breasts in her hand, rubbing her thumb over the nipple.

Katee leans into the sensation and practically purrs. "Yeah, well, don't let me stop you," she says breathlessly. She can't decide where to focus her attention – how good Tricia's fingers feel on her skin, or how hot it is that Tricia still has her other hand curved behind Katee's, working their fingers together through her own slickness. She's not quite sure how Tricia can multitask well enough to play with Katee's tits at the same time as she folds Katee's fingers together and slips two of them into herself. But somehow, she can, and Katee's definitely not complaining. Tricia sets the pace, fucking herself with Katee's fingers.

"I do," Tricia continues, drawing aimless designs lightly over the sensitive skin underneath Katee's breasts. "I love the way your nipples look. I love the way they feel in my hands. And I love the noises you make when I bite them." She smiles mischievously and dips her head to take a nipple between her teeth.

There are about three things that happen at once.

The first is Tricia biting down on her nipple - the way that makes Katee hiss and rise up a little, because Tricia knows just how to toe the line between hurting Katee and making her absolutely wild. The other thing it does is make Katee's fingers twitch, instinctively, and she folds them into her palms at the sharpness of that beautiful, even-filthier-than-it-looks mouth.

The third thing is Tricia's orgasm.

Because Katee's fingers are curling and flexing with the feel of this, but two of them are inside Tricia, fucking her absently while Tricia's hand slides over Katee's breasts. And when Tricia bites down, Katee's fingers moving forward tap her inner walls just so, and she shudders and tightens around Katee's hand like it's a surprise.



Tricia raises her head, still coming down but looking like she's got ideas, and oh. Maybe it was a surprise.

And something about that turns Katee on so much she's almost speechless, as she and Tricia slide their fingers out together. She rests her slick hand high on Tricia's thigh. "Did you just. . ."

Tricia doesn't answer.

Instead, she moves, practically pouncing on Katee and pushing her down onto her back, Tricia's thighs gripping hers and that silky blue nothing of a dress covering the hot, damp pressure of Tricia's hips against her stomach.

Katee's going to go ahead and take that as a 'yes.'

She rubs her shoulders into the plush of the carpet, enjoying the contrast between its scratching against her back and Tricia's dress whispering over her front. Tricia leans down to kiss her, pressing hot silk into her already flushed skin, and Katee reaches up, pulling all of Tricia's weight down on her.

They kiss almost lazily for a while, but as much as Katee loves making out with Tricia, she has never been the most patient person. So she wiggles her hips under Tricia, working the remains of her dress down, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, until she can kick them both off, leaving herself naked and Tricia still almost fully almost fully clothed (if that tiny dress counted as clothed in the first place).

It's pretty hot.

A bit more wiggling, laughing through sloppy kisses, and then Katee's got one leg between Tricia's and, yes. Grinding up against Tricia, feeling Tricia's wetness slide against her thigh. Yes. She lets her head fall back against the carpet and digs her fingers into Tricia's shoulders as she finally just says it, this tiny needy sound that would barely be a word if Tricia didn't know her so well, "Yes."

Tricia takes that hint, with a low, devious laugh, and pauses just long enough for Katee to bend one knee and clutch at the small of Tricia's back, feeling smooth blue silk under her fingers.

Then Tricia's shimmying down to settle between her legs and Tricia's hands are tracing the lines of her hips, following them to where Katee is hot and slippery, to where that slow pulse of need has been building all night long. She moans and tilts her hips up, pressing into Tricia's touch, which skates over her skin lightly, just a hint of what Tricia's going to do to her.

Tricia knows better than to tease Katee for long, though. As Katee's hips lift up towards her hand again, she moves in sync, sliding a finger into Katee's slit. Katee gasps, feels her inner muscles flex as Tricia thrusts into her slowly, and rocks forward into the rhythm.

Tricia trails her other hand over the skin of Katee's stomach, drifting lower and lower until she reaches Katee's clit.

Tricia's fingers practically slip off, Katee's so wet, but she keeps moving, pressing and rubbing as Katee squirms and pushes back against her strokes. Katee's panting now – she's been waiting all night, and finally having Tricia's hands on her is almost unbearable. She digs her fingers into the carpet, rubbing her palms into the roughness as she hovers on the edge.

She opens her eyes and looks up - wanting to ask for more, faster, something - and sees Tricia watching her hungrily. Tricia grins, sudden and quick, and Katee knows which game this is.

"You close, honey?" Tricia says, and her voice is low and measured, but as she gets to 'close' she thrusts into Katee hard, and Katee can't not gasp as she nods. Tricia keeps talking, still after something. "I want you to look at me."

And so Katee does.

She wills her eyes open and keeps them on Tricia, traces the shape of Tricia's half-open mouth with her gaze as Tricia says it again, "Look at me."

Katee's so busy staring at Tricia's mouth, Tricia's eyes, the one dress strap that's just barely sliding off Tricia's shoulder with the motion of her hand inside Katee, that she doesn't notice when Tricia's weight shifts and her fingers twist until she's gone, muscles shuddering against Tricia's touch.

It takes her a minute.

A nice, long minute, where she catches her breath and sighs happily at the slippery-friction of Tricia's fingers sliding out of her. And when she finally has thoughts again, she realizes that same hand is dancing across her skin, tracing invisible pictures that dry into goosebumps along the curve of her hip and down her thigh. Katee sits up on her elbows. "What are you doing?"

"Don't interrupt me," Tricia says, a smile in her eyes as she dips down between Katee's thighs and comes back with slick fingers. "I'm an artist."

Katee giggles and grabs around Tricia's wrist, stilling her. "Your art tickles," she says, slurring a little more drowsily than she'd like. "Stop it."

Tricia laughs back. But she lets Katee pull her closer, shifts until they're nose to nose and grinning at each other, Katee pressing damp skin against the cool silk of Tricia's dress, even as she knows that'll ruin it. And something about that thought - either ruining that dress or the oddness of pressing against fabric when she could be pressing against Tricia - seems wrong, somehow. She sneaks her fingers under the fabric and tugs it up, over Tricia's head and off, throws it so it falls somewhere out of the way.

Katee kisses Tricia, long and lazy, and pulls back with another slow smile. "That was a good dress."

"Yeah?" Tricia asks, brushing the hair out of Katee's eyes.

Katee just smiles, and leans into Tricia until she rolls onto her back, and Katee can rest her head on her shoulder. "Yeah."

"You know," Tricia says, and waits for Katee's little noise of go on before she continues. "For a good dress, it took you forever to get me out of it."

Katee blinks. "What?"

Tricia just waits. And it takes Katee a moment, because she's sleepy and her limbs are heavy and liquid from sex, and thinking critically about anything is kind of an effort. When it finally dawns on her, that Tricia wore that on purpose, she sighs, feeling like an idiot for not getting it sooner.

"Bitch," Katee finally says, not that she means it. Tricia chuckles low in her throat and shrugs, cuddling closer like she knows that.

After all. It was a really good dress.

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_slutknot_/]

.....
So hot.

:)

[akamine_chan]

Wow, that was yummy.

[jengrrrl.livejournal.com]

HOTNESS! SAUCY HOTNESS! Okay, that makes it sound like a taco or something, but you get the idea. DELICIOUS! :D

[disturbed-muse.livejournal.com]

Um... uh. *thunk*

I, ah, think that was the sound of my brain falling out.

[adventurepants.livejournal.com]

You guys are neat.

[irishmystery.livejournal.com]

I can't get enough of these two....especially with the new pics of them on their bikes. You definitely make their encounters believable. It would suit Tricia to hold back more and for Katee to be eager. Both are really hot together. Thanks for sharing!

[murasaki1200.livejournal.com]

So this is like, pretty awesome and made me look at the pics of Tricia and Katee and their bikes (courtesy of jetgrl78)in a completely different way.

[sinandmisery.livejournal.com]

so...i've read this a total of about 5 times now, trying to come up with the perfect comment and still, all i can come up with is *DED*

...i think that about sums it up.

[beerbad.livejournal.com]

That was pretty much amazing. They are so adorable and pretty and HOT together!

[projectjulie.livejournal.com]

THIS STORY IS A TRASHY WHORE, AND I LOVE IT.

that was obviously always the ending. you just didn't put it in the draft so I could be SURPRISED, right?

[lizadizzle.livejournal.com]

:O .... :O! sooooo hot. o.m.g

i started to read this at work *G* and then was like "um... ok not here." lol but now that i've read it... i'm in serious need of shower. *G*

you rawk :)