FIC: Harvest (BSG, Laura/Maya, NC-17)
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tellitslantHarvest
by Kathryne, tellitslant@livejournal.com
Fandom: BSG
Pairing: Laura/Maya
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 2x20, obliquely
Disclaimer: Ron Moore's, not mine. Although he owes me for Mary McDonnell not being at Comic-Con.
Summary: Laura misses the things she used to be able to do with food.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jennyo in the Get Laura Laid ficathon. (I am late to my own ficathon, which is... really rather sad. Only a couple of hours, though! *g*)
New Caprica was a frakking waste of a planet, Maya decided, pulling her hood up in a futile attempt to keep the rain from running down the back of her neck. The settlers had hoped that the dry cold they'd experienced for their first seven months on the planet had meant that the change of seasons would bring them some heat.
Maya frowned as a gust of wind slapped her wetly in the face. No such luck; instead of dry cold, they now had wet cold. Frakking great.
On the other hand, she thought, turning down yet another avenue of identical green canvas, they also had a growing season, miserably short as it was, and that meant food that hadn't been dehydrated or canned or frozen.
For the first time in well over a year, Maya was actually looking forward to making a meal. They'd unearthed some kind of root vegetable earlier that day, and oh, Maya had plans for it. She hurried towards her tent, mentally cataloguing the meagre contents of her pantry, and slipped through her tent flap, only to find Laura already standing over the small stove.
Maya drew breath to ask a question – what are you doing here? where's Isis? – but she was distracted by the delicious scent in the air. "What are you making?" she blurted instead, shedding her coat and stepping up behind Laura to peer over her shoulder. "It smells amazing."
She couldn't see Laura's smile, but she heard it in Laura's voice and felt it in the hand that curled back and stroked the inside of her thigh. "Finally this Godsforsaken planet has produced something worthwhile," Laura said, not taking her eye off the pot she was stirring. "Fruit, Maya! Did you ever visit the berry farms outside Caprica City? It was the best part of any summer, and oh, the things I could do with those berries…."
She turned in Maya's arms, and her eyes were so bright and alive that Maya giggled and had to lean in to kiss her. Their lips met – familiar, after nearly half a year, but still enough to excite Maya and set her heart pounding.
Then Laura opened her mouth beneath Maya's, and suddenly there was a new taste against Maya's tongue. It was dark and earthy, but somehow sweet as well, and Maya drew back, licking Laura's lips as she went.
"What is that?" she asked, then laughed as she realized the futility of her question.
"Here," Laura said, reaching behind her and then pressing a small berry to Maya's lips. Maya let the berry slip in and bit down to find the same sweetness flood her mouth. Laura smiled at the expression of obvious delight that crossed Maya's face.
"So what amazing things are you making with this berry?" Maya asked throatily, her hands flexing on Laura's hips.
Laura's eyes suddenly widened. "Damn," she gasped, twisting out of Maya's embrace and back to the stove. She swiftly pulled the thickening sauce off the heat, giving it a quick stir before dipping a finger into it. She popped the finger directly into her mouth, licking the sauce off and sighing in relief. "Thought I might have ruined it," she explained with a small grin. "But it's still good. Here." She dipped her finger back into the pot and held it out to Maya.
Maya stepped closer and Laura reached up, trailing the thick purple sauce over the other woman's lips. Maya groaned and sucked Laura's finger into her mouth, her tongue lapping at the sensitive pad before swirling up and down the sides. She sucked the last drops of sauce off before allowing Laura to withdraw, though not without the barest hint of teeth nipping at her fingertip.
Laura shivered and Maya leaned in, kissing her with lips that were still messy with sauce. The small tent was warm from the stove's heat, and Maya slid her hands under Laura's sweater, pulling it up and off. She bent her head, placing sticky, open-mouthed kisses along Laura's collarbone. Laura gasped and threaded her fingers into Maya's damp hair.
With one hand Maya undid Laura's bra; the other snaked behind them to dip into the still-warm pot. She scooped up a fingerful of sauce and brought it forward, letting it run down between Laura's breasts as she jumped and squirmed. Maya grinned wickedly, running sticky fingers over Laura's breasts before bringing them to her mouth and letting Laura watch as she licked herself clean.
Laura moaned, her hands moving to undo Maya's pants. But Maya stopped her, pinning Laura's hands behind her back and admiring the way it thrust Laura's chest out. "Not yet," Maya said, and licked a broad stroke across the tops of Laura's breasts.
She pulled Laura away from the stove and they toppled back onto the bed; Maya straddled her and sat up, tugging her own shirt and bra off in order to keep them from getting covered in sauce. This was new and different for her, but somehow, with Laura, she'd come to expect her boundaries would be pushed, and she leaned down to curl her tongue around Laura's nipple eagerly.
Laura rolled her hips up against Maya. "Told you I did incredible things with berries," she said, tipping her head back.
Maya snickered against Laura's flesh. "But have you done this incredible thing before?" she asked. "Wait, of course you have," she answered herself, slipping her hand under the waistband of Laura's pants. "I'm sure you've done this with every food you could get your hands on, on Caprica. Chocolate sauce made from melted chocolate. Real, heavy whipped cream. You've probably been hand-fed mangoes in bed and had to clean the mess up." She suited action to words, licking down the gentle curve of Laura's belly, sliding pants and underwear off and kneeling between Laura's legs.
"Not this food, though," Maya continued. "This one's new. This one's ours."
Laura laughed, then gasped as Maya set her mouth back on sensitive flesh. "Should we go pick the rest of the berries ourselves, then? Tell the rest of the colony that they can't have any, we need every last one?"
"We can say it's for educational purposes," Maya suggested. "I know I've learned a few things from you." She slid two fingers into Laura's wet heat. "And I think I've been a very good student."
"Yes," Laura gasped. "You – you've learned well."
"Well, I did have an excellent teacher," Maya said, pressing biting kisses across Laura's hips and the tops of her thighs. "And I was very motivated." She closed her teeth gently around Laura's clit and Laura came hard, whining deep in her throat.
"Gods," Laura said, minutes later, pulling Maya up to lay atop her. "I'm going to have to cook for you more often."
Maya grinned and kissed Laura deeply, just barely tasting the sweetness of the sauce, buried as it was under the flavours of Laura's own juices. "I'm particularly excited by pasta," she informed Laura, breaking off the kiss. "Some good al dente fusilli, maybe?"
Laura snorted and shook her head. "Stop talking and take your pants off," she suggested, already unzipping Maya's fly. Maya stood up obediently and shimmied out of pants and underwear, letting them fall in a heap before crawling back up Laura's body.
"What would you cook for me, then?" Maya asked, settling herself back against Laura's leg and moaning at the contact. "Something exotic?"
"No," Laura said thoughtfully, settling her hands on Maya's hips to control her movement. "Actually, I wish we had vanilla beans. I'd love to make some proper vanilla ice cream." Her voice roughened. "Eating ice cream off your skin would be delicious. A scoop here, a drop running off there...." Her fingers traced Maya's shoulderblade, the base of her neck, the peak of her nipple, and Maya shuddered and moved faster.
"And then," Laura continued, "once I was done, once I was ready, I would take my cold, cold tongue and...." She slid two fingers up against Maya and barely had to rub before Maya cried out and came, imagining the sensation.
She fell bonelessly forward, curling up against Laura's side and trying to catch her breath. Finally she stretched and looked up. "What was the sauce supposed to go on?" she asked absently.
To her surprise, Laura began to chuckle. "I hadn't gotten that far yet," she replied. "But I was sure we'd find something to do with it."
by Kathryne, tellitslant@livejournal.com
Fandom: BSG
Pairing: Laura/Maya
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 2x20, obliquely
Disclaimer: Ron Moore's, not mine. Although he owes me for Mary McDonnell not being at Comic-Con.
Summary: Laura misses the things she used to be able to do with food.
Notes: Written for
jennyo in the Get Laura Laid ficathon. (I am late to my own ficathon, which is... really rather sad. Only a couple of hours, though! *g*)New Caprica was a frakking waste of a planet, Maya decided, pulling her hood up in a futile attempt to keep the rain from running down the back of her neck. The settlers had hoped that the dry cold they'd experienced for their first seven months on the planet had meant that the change of seasons would bring them some heat.
Maya frowned as a gust of wind slapped her wetly in the face. No such luck; instead of dry cold, they now had wet cold. Frakking great.
On the other hand, she thought, turning down yet another avenue of identical green canvas, they also had a growing season, miserably short as it was, and that meant food that hadn't been dehydrated or canned or frozen.
For the first time in well over a year, Maya was actually looking forward to making a meal. They'd unearthed some kind of root vegetable earlier that day, and oh, Maya had plans for it. She hurried towards her tent, mentally cataloguing the meagre contents of her pantry, and slipped through her tent flap, only to find Laura already standing over the small stove.
Maya drew breath to ask a question – what are you doing here? where's Isis? – but she was distracted by the delicious scent in the air. "What are you making?" she blurted instead, shedding her coat and stepping up behind Laura to peer over her shoulder. "It smells amazing."
She couldn't see Laura's smile, but she heard it in Laura's voice and felt it in the hand that curled back and stroked the inside of her thigh. "Finally this Godsforsaken planet has produced something worthwhile," Laura said, not taking her eye off the pot she was stirring. "Fruit, Maya! Did you ever visit the berry farms outside Caprica City? It was the best part of any summer, and oh, the things I could do with those berries…."
She turned in Maya's arms, and her eyes were so bright and alive that Maya giggled and had to lean in to kiss her. Their lips met – familiar, after nearly half a year, but still enough to excite Maya and set her heart pounding.
Then Laura opened her mouth beneath Maya's, and suddenly there was a new taste against Maya's tongue. It was dark and earthy, but somehow sweet as well, and Maya drew back, licking Laura's lips as she went.
"What is that?" she asked, then laughed as she realized the futility of her question.
"Here," Laura said, reaching behind her and then pressing a small berry to Maya's lips. Maya let the berry slip in and bit down to find the same sweetness flood her mouth. Laura smiled at the expression of obvious delight that crossed Maya's face.
"So what amazing things are you making with this berry?" Maya asked throatily, her hands flexing on Laura's hips.
Laura's eyes suddenly widened. "Damn," she gasped, twisting out of Maya's embrace and back to the stove. She swiftly pulled the thickening sauce off the heat, giving it a quick stir before dipping a finger into it. She popped the finger directly into her mouth, licking the sauce off and sighing in relief. "Thought I might have ruined it," she explained with a small grin. "But it's still good. Here." She dipped her finger back into the pot and held it out to Maya.
Maya stepped closer and Laura reached up, trailing the thick purple sauce over the other woman's lips. Maya groaned and sucked Laura's finger into her mouth, her tongue lapping at the sensitive pad before swirling up and down the sides. She sucked the last drops of sauce off before allowing Laura to withdraw, though not without the barest hint of teeth nipping at her fingertip.
Laura shivered and Maya leaned in, kissing her with lips that were still messy with sauce. The small tent was warm from the stove's heat, and Maya slid her hands under Laura's sweater, pulling it up and off. She bent her head, placing sticky, open-mouthed kisses along Laura's collarbone. Laura gasped and threaded her fingers into Maya's damp hair.
With one hand Maya undid Laura's bra; the other snaked behind them to dip into the still-warm pot. She scooped up a fingerful of sauce and brought it forward, letting it run down between Laura's breasts as she jumped and squirmed. Maya grinned wickedly, running sticky fingers over Laura's breasts before bringing them to her mouth and letting Laura watch as she licked herself clean.
Laura moaned, her hands moving to undo Maya's pants. But Maya stopped her, pinning Laura's hands behind her back and admiring the way it thrust Laura's chest out. "Not yet," Maya said, and licked a broad stroke across the tops of Laura's breasts.
She pulled Laura away from the stove and they toppled back onto the bed; Maya straddled her and sat up, tugging her own shirt and bra off in order to keep them from getting covered in sauce. This was new and different for her, but somehow, with Laura, she'd come to expect her boundaries would be pushed, and she leaned down to curl her tongue around Laura's nipple eagerly.
Laura rolled her hips up against Maya. "Told you I did incredible things with berries," she said, tipping her head back.
Maya snickered against Laura's flesh. "But have you done this incredible thing before?" she asked. "Wait, of course you have," she answered herself, slipping her hand under the waistband of Laura's pants. "I'm sure you've done this with every food you could get your hands on, on Caprica. Chocolate sauce made from melted chocolate. Real, heavy whipped cream. You've probably been hand-fed mangoes in bed and had to clean the mess up." She suited action to words, licking down the gentle curve of Laura's belly, sliding pants and underwear off and kneeling between Laura's legs.
"Not this food, though," Maya continued. "This one's new. This one's ours."
Laura laughed, then gasped as Maya set her mouth back on sensitive flesh. "Should we go pick the rest of the berries ourselves, then? Tell the rest of the colony that they can't have any, we need every last one?"
"We can say it's for educational purposes," Maya suggested. "I know I've learned a few things from you." She slid two fingers into Laura's wet heat. "And I think I've been a very good student."
"Yes," Laura gasped. "You – you've learned well."
"Well, I did have an excellent teacher," Maya said, pressing biting kisses across Laura's hips and the tops of her thighs. "And I was very motivated." She closed her teeth gently around Laura's clit and Laura came hard, whining deep in her throat.
"Gods," Laura said, minutes later, pulling Maya up to lay atop her. "I'm going to have to cook for you more often."
Maya grinned and kissed Laura deeply, just barely tasting the sweetness of the sauce, buried as it was under the flavours of Laura's own juices. "I'm particularly excited by pasta," she informed Laura, breaking off the kiss. "Some good al dente fusilli, maybe?"
Laura snorted and shook her head. "Stop talking and take your pants off," she suggested, already unzipping Maya's fly. Maya stood up obediently and shimmied out of pants and underwear, letting them fall in a heap before crawling back up Laura's body.
"What would you cook for me, then?" Maya asked, settling herself back against Laura's leg and moaning at the contact. "Something exotic?"
"No," Laura said thoughtfully, settling her hands on Maya's hips to control her movement. "Actually, I wish we had vanilla beans. I'd love to make some proper vanilla ice cream." Her voice roughened. "Eating ice cream off your skin would be delicious. A scoop here, a drop running off there...." Her fingers traced Maya's shoulderblade, the base of her neck, the peak of her nipple, and Maya shuddered and moved faster.
"And then," Laura continued, "once I was done, once I was ready, I would take my cold, cold tongue and...." She slid two fingers up against Maya and barely had to rub before Maya cried out and came, imagining the sensation.
She fell bonelessly forward, curling up against Laura's side and trying to catch her breath. Finally she stretched and looked up. "What was the sauce supposed to go on?" she asked absently.
To her surprise, Laura began to chuckle. "I hadn't gotten that far yet," she replied. "But I was sure we'd find something to do with it."
