DISCLAIMER: Battlestar Galactica is the property of Glen A. Larson, Sci-Fi Channel, R & D TV, Sky and NBC Universal. No infringement intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written as part of a porn battle. Y'all are going to hate me for this one, you've been warned, without actually be warned. You'll see what I mean. ;)
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Default Programming
By carpesomediem
There were things a leader was programmed to do, human and Cylon alike. Kara Thrace knew this was not one of them. This… This moment of weakness was treason. She ran her tongue up the inside of Natalie's thigh, gently spreading her legs apart. Natalie offered little struggle, surprisingly, even when Kara took control of the situation, taking her onto her back and slowly climbing down her body.
Now, her head was settled between the Cylon's legs, blowing softly on the skin before her. Natalie's hands instinctively – if you could call it that – were in Kara's hair, wanting to both pull her up into a kiss and push her deeper into her. Natalie wanted more, she wanted something elusive; something Kara Thrace would never, ever give. Either way, Kara's lips were making a trek of their own, and the blonde wasn't about to let a toaster show her the finger points of frakking.
Natalie arched her hips as Kara's tongue came to rest momentarily before darting into her and then slowly making its way to her center. She circles methodically, with purpose. Natalie can't help but think, between gasps, that this must be the only time Kara Thrace truly feels in control. When she's nestled between someone's legs, having her way with them and bringing them to the brink.
"Turn around," Kara growled forcefully, not waiting for the taller woman to respond before turning her around and forcing her on all fours. The metal beneath them grinded into Natalie's exposed knees as Kara thrust three fingers, without warning, into her.
"God!" Natalie yelped, not ready for such an assault. And that's exactly what it was. There was nothing sweet about how Kara was frakking her, it was hard and fast, and if Natalie wasn't a Cylon, Kara was sure she would break her.
Kara had wrapped her fingers in Natalie's head, pulling the other woman's head back violently to see her as she continued to pump deeper and deeper. Natalie was wrapped around her, involuntarily spasming around fingers which seemed to make Kara angrier. She'd thrust harder, deeper, curling with each thrust, sending both a wave of pleasure coupled with intense pain as uncut nails scratched her insides.
Kara didn't relent the first time Natalie came, screaming out in agony. Nor did she the second time, fingers drenched, slipping as Kara tried to direct her rage into the Cylon. She was panting herself, close to her own release, but not wanting to give Natalie the satisfaction of making her come. So, she continued her onslaught, until she felt a trembling hand stop her mid-thrust, holding her hand in place, still deep inside.
"I… want… a… try…" Natalie barely whispered between labored breaths, forcing Kara's fingers from her, causing her body to tremble at the loss of contact. Kara released Natalie's hair as an afterthought, watching the other woman's head drop and her weight drop into the metal below them. Natalie had collapsed, bringing Kara down on top of her.
She quickly mounted Kara, pinning her wrists above her head. For a moment, fear trickled through Kara's system as she realized that there was no way out. That's when she realized, despite Natalie's calm demeanor, her body was still trembling, still responding. A cocky smirk overcame Kara's mouth of its own volition.
"You think you're so good, don't you?" Natalie teased, smiling.
"Why don't you tell me?" Kara challenged, holding her gaze.
"I'm still better."
She cupped a strong hand behind Kara's neck, pulling her up into another kiss, but before either one of them knew it, a sickening crack filled the room. Natalie pulled back, watching as Kara's eyes rolled into the back of her head, still lidded with traces of desire.
Natalie dropped Kara's head to the floor with a thud and stood weakly, licking her lips and wiping her hands on naked thighs, still sticky with traces of herself.
"Is it done?" another copy asked. She turned, merely nodding before returning her attention to the dead woman. Even though Kara Thrace was a means to several ends for Natalie, every human was to meet their end first.
After all, a leader does what they're programmed to do.
The End