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A Little TLC
By trancer


"This is all your fault, you know," Kara huffed angrily, sliding gingerly onto her bunk.

"How's this MY fault?" Sharon gaped at her.

Kara folded her arms across her chest, trying valiantly not to blush. "It's bruised."


"There's like a bone or something down there and when we.." she trailed off unable to repeat the words. "You broke my vagina."

Sharon held a hand over her mouth, tried desperately not to giggle. And failed. Starbuck shot her an angry look. She raised her hands defensively. "It was your idea in the first place."

"You didn't have to say 'yes'."

"Well, if I would have known it could break your vagina, I would have," she sat down on the edge of the bunk, her fingers edging towards the button on Kara's slacks. "Can I see?"

"NO!" Kara swatted her hand away. "This isn't funny, Sharon. The Doc says I have to stay on my back for a coupla days."

"I thought you liked being on your back!" She laughed, dodged the fist aiming for her arm but winding up taking the punch anyway. She paused, her eyes going all smoky and bedroomy. "C'mon, let me see it."

"Sharon," Kara sighed.

"Please," Sharon smiled at the lack of resistance as she undid the button. "It's not like I haven't seen it before. Let me make this right."


"Oh, you know," she straddled Starbuck's legs, planted a kiss on the exposed stomach, her hands pulling the slacks down Starbuck's hips. "A little TLC. Maybe," she wiggled her eyebrows lasciviously, "kiss it and make it better."

"Well," Starbuck's lips cracked into the tiniest of smiles as she pulled her hands behind her head. "You did break it. The least I could do is let you try to fix it."

"Mmmm, I'm very good at trying. And this time, " Sharon purred, pulling a thigh over her shoulder. "I'll get it right."

The End

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