FIC: On-Set Tensions (BSG RPF, KS, NC-17)
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tellitslantTitle: On-Set Tensions
Author: Kathryne (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Fandom: Battlestar Galactica RPF
Word Count: 1,000
Pairing: Katee Sackhoff (/Tricia Helfer implied)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fight scenes always get her adrenaline pumping... she's spent the last three hours grappling with Tricia, and she's so turned on she can feel her pulse pounding between her legs.
Notes: Sort of based offscribblinlenore's Sex Toy Porn-a-rama. For pirateygoodness - not, like, because she's awesome, just because she made me. Practically with a time limit, so blame all errors on her. *g*
Disclaimer: I have never actually stalked any of the BSG actors around Vancouver and thus cannot state that any of the following has a basis in fact.
When the scene breaks, Katee practically runs for her trailer, waving a hand over her shoulder to placate – whoever it was that called her name. It's not that she doesn't want to hang around and crack jokes while they tear down the set. Because she does! She really does.
But fight scenes always get her adrenaline pumping, no matter how many takes they need. And due to some finicky lighting, take after take had been useless this afternoon. So she's spent most of the last three hours grappling with Tricia, and she's so turned on she can feel her pulse pounding between her legs.
She just needs a little alone time.
She shuts the trailer door behind her and bolts it with a sense of intense relief. Two steps take her across the small interior of the room to the couch, and she sinks down, spreads her legs and cups herself through her pants. It feels so good just to acknowledge the need she's been trying to ignore all afternoon that she nearly moans out loud. Then she hears one of the catering trolleys rattling past through the thin walls and catches herself.
Katee rubs herself slowly for a minute, pressing the seam of her pants against her clit and enjoying the friction of the fabric. But patience has never been her strong suit – and she's been patient enough today – and soon she unbuttons the fly and slips her hand in, inside her underwear, down between her lips where she's slick and hot and sensitive.
She does moan, this time, and wiggles down in her seat to give herself better access. Slides one finger inside and finds a rhythm, rolling her hips so she hits all the right spots inside and out. And it's good, it's exactly what she's been wanting for hours… it's just not quite enough. She's been wet and ready for so long, and now she needs something more.
Frustrated, she stops and gulps in a few breaths of air. Damned if she's going to lose this now, when it's been building for so long. After a moment's thought, she stands up and strips off her pants and underwear. Half-naked, she rummages through the very bottom drawer in her side table till she finds what she wants. She sits back down on the couch, sideways, one foot on the floor, flicks the vibrator on, and touches just the tip of it to her clit.
Her head sags against the couch back as the sensation washes through her. Oh yes, this was a good idea. She can feel the pressure throughout her body beginning to gather between her legs, can feel the muscles she's been working so hard tense up. She works the vibe in circles around her clit, bumps the intensity a notch higher and gasps into the couch cushions.
Without intending it, she's thinking about the fight scene from that afternoon. She's thinking about the training they received before shooting the actual scene, the hours she spent fitted up against Tricia's body, feeling the way she moves. The fight scenes are choreographed as surely as any dance would be, and they involve being just as close with her partner, pressed into her, learning how to touch her in order to throw her safely.
Katee thinks about running her hands down Tricia's bare arms, the brush of skin against her fingertips, and swallows.
The practice scenes were nowhere near as intense as the real thing. The bits where they went into glass cases or fell through the floor were done by stand-ins, but the rest was all them. Katee remembers all the rolling around, fighting for the upper hand, twisting in Tricia's arms and trying to keep the arrow out of her reach. Take after take, each time almost the same but not quite, but always the same shock of Tricia's skin against hers or Tricia's hips against her thigh.
And she remembers, as she fucks herself with two fingers and rolls the vibe over her clit, how tired the two of them got. How after one of the last takes, Tricia collapsed on top of her, belly to belly, breast to breast and hid her face in Katee's shoulder for just a moment.
Katee doesn't really mean to, but as she's thinking about the way Tricia smiled as they picked themselves up for another take, she comes so hard that her toes tingle. She keeps the vibe pressed against the side of her clit as she rides out the aftershocks, clenching around her own fingers every time she moves even slightly, until she's too sensitive, and she flicks the vibe off and sprawls panting on the couch.
She feels much better now. Much more relaxed. As long as she doesn't think too hard about what she was thinking about to get that way.
She shrugs off the rest of her clothes and climbs into her big fluffy bathrobe, loving the way it rustles against her skin. As she's washing off the last of her makeup, there's a knock at the door.
She opens it, and Tricia is there. Smiling. "Wanna come for a beer?" she asks.
"Uhh, sorry, what?" Katee totally missed that, even though she was staring at Tricia's lips while she spoke.
"Do you want to come for a beer with us, I sad," Tricia repeats. She looks at Katee with a bit of concern. "Or are you too tired? That was a lot of work today."
Katee shakes her head enthusiastically. "No! No, just let me hop in the shower and I'll be there," she promises.
"Haven't you showered yet?" Tricia rolls her eyes. "What've you been doing all this time?"
"Oh, just, you know. Relaxing." Katee thinks she manages not to blush, but from the look Tricia shoots her before nodding and walking off… well, she's not entirely sure. She watches until Tricia rounds a corner, and then comes to herself and closes the door.
This ought to be an interesting evening.
Author: Kathryne (
tellitslant)Fandom: Battlestar Galactica RPF
Word Count: 1,000
Pairing: Katee Sackhoff (/Tricia Helfer implied)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fight scenes always get her adrenaline pumping... she's spent the last three hours grappling with Tricia, and she's so turned on she can feel her pulse pounding between her legs.
Notes: Sort of based off
scribblinlenore's Sex Toy Porn-a-rama. For pirateygoodness - not, like, because she's awesome, just because she made me. Practically with a time limit, so blame all errors on her. *g*Disclaimer: I have never actually stalked any of the BSG actors around Vancouver and thus cannot state that any of the following has a basis in fact.
When the scene breaks, Katee practically runs for her trailer, waving a hand over her shoulder to placate – whoever it was that called her name. It's not that she doesn't want to hang around and crack jokes while they tear down the set. Because she does! She really does.
But fight scenes always get her adrenaline pumping, no matter how many takes they need. And due to some finicky lighting, take after take had been useless this afternoon. So she's spent most of the last three hours grappling with Tricia, and she's so turned on she can feel her pulse pounding between her legs.
She just needs a little alone time.
She shuts the trailer door behind her and bolts it with a sense of intense relief. Two steps take her across the small interior of the room to the couch, and she sinks down, spreads her legs and cups herself through her pants. It feels so good just to acknowledge the need she's been trying to ignore all afternoon that she nearly moans out loud. Then she hears one of the catering trolleys rattling past through the thin walls and catches herself.
Katee rubs herself slowly for a minute, pressing the seam of her pants against her clit and enjoying the friction of the fabric. But patience has never been her strong suit – and she's been patient enough today – and soon she unbuttons the fly and slips her hand in, inside her underwear, down between her lips where she's slick and hot and sensitive.
She does moan, this time, and wiggles down in her seat to give herself better access. Slides one finger inside and finds a rhythm, rolling her hips so she hits all the right spots inside and out. And it's good, it's exactly what she's been wanting for hours… it's just not quite enough. She's been wet and ready for so long, and now she needs something more.
Frustrated, she stops and gulps in a few breaths of air. Damned if she's going to lose this now, when it's been building for so long. After a moment's thought, she stands up and strips off her pants and underwear. Half-naked, she rummages through the very bottom drawer in her side table till she finds what she wants. She sits back down on the couch, sideways, one foot on the floor, flicks the vibrator on, and touches just the tip of it to her clit.
Her head sags against the couch back as the sensation washes through her. Oh yes, this was a good idea. She can feel the pressure throughout her body beginning to gather between her legs, can feel the muscles she's been working so hard tense up. She works the vibe in circles around her clit, bumps the intensity a notch higher and gasps into the couch cushions.
Without intending it, she's thinking about the fight scene from that afternoon. She's thinking about the training they received before shooting the actual scene, the hours she spent fitted up against Tricia's body, feeling the way she moves. The fight scenes are choreographed as surely as any dance would be, and they involve being just as close with her partner, pressed into her, learning how to touch her in order to throw her safely.
Katee thinks about running her hands down Tricia's bare arms, the brush of skin against her fingertips, and swallows.
The practice scenes were nowhere near as intense as the real thing. The bits where they went into glass cases or fell through the floor were done by stand-ins, but the rest was all them. Katee remembers all the rolling around, fighting for the upper hand, twisting in Tricia's arms and trying to keep the arrow out of her reach. Take after take, each time almost the same but not quite, but always the same shock of Tricia's skin against hers or Tricia's hips against her thigh.
And she remembers, as she fucks herself with two fingers and rolls the vibe over her clit, how tired the two of them got. How after one of the last takes, Tricia collapsed on top of her, belly to belly, breast to breast and hid her face in Katee's shoulder for just a moment.
Katee doesn't really mean to, but as she's thinking about the way Tricia smiled as they picked themselves up for another take, she comes so hard that her toes tingle. She keeps the vibe pressed against the side of her clit as she rides out the aftershocks, clenching around her own fingers every time she moves even slightly, until she's too sensitive, and she flicks the vibe off and sprawls panting on the couch.
She feels much better now. Much more relaxed. As long as she doesn't think too hard about what she was thinking about to get that way.
She shrugs off the rest of her clothes and climbs into her big fluffy bathrobe, loving the way it rustles against her skin. As she's washing off the last of her makeup, there's a knock at the door.
She opens it, and Tricia is there. Smiling. "Wanna come for a beer?" she asks.
"Uhh, sorry, what?" Katee totally missed that, even though she was staring at Tricia's lips while she spoke.
"Do you want to come for a beer with us, I sad," Tricia repeats. She looks at Katee with a bit of concern. "Or are you too tired? That was a lot of work today."
Katee shakes her head enthusiastically. "No! No, just let me hop in the shower and I'll be there," she promises.
"Haven't you showered yet?" Tricia rolls her eyes. "What've you been doing all this time?"
"Oh, just, you know. Relaxing." Katee thinks she manages not to blush, but from the look Tricia shoots her before nodding and walking off… well, she's not entirely sure. She watches until Tricia rounds a corner, and then comes to herself and closes the door.
This ought to be an interesting evening.
