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posted by [personal profile] fallon_ash at 02:32am on 26/03/2011 under , , ,
Just a round-up of the other 3 little ficlets I wrote for the Green Beer & Kisses: The [Totally Not] Annual [livejournal.com profile] femslash_today Porn Battle., but short enough that they're posted over there in the comments. I just like to have everything here as well. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] sakuracorr for beta!

All of them rated MATURE/EXPLICIT.


Conflicting Desires, Crossover, Stargate SG-1/Farscape, Vala/Aeryn, inferiority complex

There's something about Aeryn that drives Vala crazy. Everyone at SGC comments on how similar they are, how much they look alike, but all Vala can see are differences. Aeryn is just a little bit taller, she's a lot stronger, she's faster, her tactical mind is brilliant, and all the skills that Vala has, street smarts and schemes and a quick wit, are skills that Vala was forced to develop because she doesn't have the innate skills that Aeryn has.

If they're sparring, Vala can sometimes take Aeryn down, but the look in Aeryn's eyes always makes her wonder if Aeryn just lets her win sometimes. So she tries different approaches.

Vala has Aeryn tied up in her quarters, spread across the bed, knees pulled back and parted wide. Vala teases her into oblivion, hands and lips and leather straps and various vibrating toys and one or two that can be hot or cold at the press of a button.

Aeryn thrashes on the bed, as Vala yet against lowers the speed of the vibrator deep inside her but leaves it there, eases her mouth off her clit, watches as she jerks when she presses the ice-cold metal tip of a toy to Aeryn's nipples.

Then she sits back, waits a little longer, Aeryn's mumblings not coherent any longer, but the word please is in there. Vala finds a faux string of vibrating beads and a non-latex glove, lubes toy and fingers generously, and then gently teases her anus with both, and Aeryn whimpers.

Vala carefully maneuvers the first bead inside, pulls it out, then two in, one out. Finally she works all four of them in, and clicks it up to the first setting. Aeryn's mumblings turn into a continuous stream of sound.

Then Vala clicks up the other one was well, still inside Aeryn, the palm of her hand holding both of them in place, her thumb just reaching to rest against her clit, and finally she leans forward to tug on a nipple with her teeth, her thumb flicking her clit fast, and using her free hand to click up the vibrations as fast as possible.

Aeryn comes with a keening sound that is part pleasure part pain, struggles against the bonds, and Vala doesn't ease down the setting on the vibrators until it's turning more into pain than pleasure, and Aeryn is sweating and shuddering uncontrollable.

Then she gently slows down, eases the toys out, discards her glove, brushes her palms over Aeryn's damp skin. She unties her hands and feet, wraps her in a sheet, and Aeryn instinctively turns into Vala's embrace, her eyes closed and her breathing evening out.

Even then, with Aeryn so seemingly vulnerable and completely open, there's something about the curve of her brows, the superior arch of her lips, that makes Vala bristle. Something that says I could take you at any time, if only I wanted to.

Vala doesn't know which bothers her more, the fact that Aeryn could, or the possibility that Aeryn might not want to.


Labels, Rizzoli & Isles, Jane/Maura, perception

Maura pauses, three fingers inside Jane, her thumb resting against her clit, and Jane growls in frustration.

"Jane?" Her eyes have grown unfocused, as she rests more of her weight on her elbow next to Jane's shoulder.

"Yes?" Jane gets out between gritted teeth, gripping the headboard.

"Are we lesbians?"

Jane forgets about her frustration for a moment, stares at Maura incredulously, before shaking her head to clear it. "I guess so, I mean, lesbian or bisexual. As much as people think I'm butch, I have enjoyed my relationships with men in the past, so I would refer to myself as bisexual. I can't answer for you."



"Well, it just hadn't occurred to me I might be... you know."

"It hadn't occurred to you? Did the fact that we have been sleeping together for over three months escape your notice? My mother refers to you as her daughter-in-law-to-be for God's sake... no matter how many times I tell her not to..."

"I know, it's just... I've never really enjoyed a relationship with anyone at all before you, and it just didn't occur to me to label myself... "

"And now you want to?"

"Well, yes."

"Let's... let's put it like this. There's a naked bisexual woman in your bed who up until a minute ago was having a really good time. How you act in the next few minutes is gonna be highly indicative of whether you pass the Big Lesbian Exam..."

Maura ponders this for a moment. "Oh." Then her eyes go wide, and she tracks Jane's white-knuckled grip, the light sheen of sweat on her skin, the arch of her back and her hard nipples, and down to where her own hand is resting between Jane's legs. "OH."

"Yes, oh..."

Maura leans forward to kiss Jane. "Sorry." She resumes her slow thrusts, circling Jane's clit with purpose.

"Much better." Jane gets out as her hips rise to meet Maura's hand.

Then Maura stops again. "Hey. I thought lesbians were supposed to process everything?"



Frustration, Stargate SG-1, Sam/Vala, camping

Sam awakes in the middle of the night when a cold hand finds its way into her sleeping bag. Retrospectively she supposes she should have been alarmed, or at least alert, but as it is she doesn't even open her eyes.


She doesn't have to see the pout to know that it is there.

"It's not safe offworld, and especially not with the others so close."

Her face is suddenly covered in hair, and Sam splutters as Vala first bites her earlobe, then whispers into it. "It's been three weeks! No enemies, no signs of intelligent life whatsoever, no nothing! Who knows when we will get the DHD working again? I'm going insane!"

"Yes, well, do it silently, and let me sleep."

For a moment Sam almost thinks she's been successful, but then she feels a cool rush of air as Vala unzips her sleeping bag.


But no such luck. And to fight her would mean drawing more attention to them. As it is their voices are still covered by the breeze rustling the tents.

"Fine," her voice is back in Sam's ear. "I will do it myself."

She drapes herself over Sam, the warmth of her body and the softness of her hair more distracting than Sam cares to admit. Then Sam feels a hand making its way between their bodies, coming to a rest between Vala's legs. Sam should tell her to stop, but can't seem to get the words out.

Vala is breathing harder, and so is Sam. Vala's hand is moving between then, Vala's hips circling to meet it. Sam allows herself the indulgence of moving her hand to the small of Vala's back, fingertips brushing against the bare skin where her tank top has been pulled out of her pants.

Vala's face is buried against Sam's neck, and Sam almost misses the whispered words, has to recreate them from memory in the moments after she's felt Vala's lips moving against her throat. "I miss you."

Suddenly things make a lot more sense. Sam pulls Vala closer, presses a kiss to her forehead.

"I miss you too."

Vala draws a sharp breath, "Sam!" Her hand moves faster, and she mumbles something. "Close... been too long..." and then Sam feels her shuddering against her.

Vala nestles against Sam afterward. Sam is breathing heard, her pulse fast, and she needs pressure, anything, now, between her legs. Vala doesn't seem to notice, sleepy and pliable in Sam's arms.

"How do you do it? You don't even seem frustrated..."

Sam almost laughs at her, but she can hear the uncertainty under the flirty curiosity.

"I try not to think about it. It's the job, and as long as we're out here we're on duty. I just put it out of my mind."


"You just put it right back in. With a vengeance."

"Oh. Oh! I'll leave." Vala makes a move to disentangle herself, but Sam holds on.

"No you don't. You don't start something like that and then leave me here. I'll never be able to go back to sleep, and while I'm perfectly capable of working on no sleep, I prefer otherwise."

"Well, what do you suggest?" The smile is back in Vala's voice, and Sam feels fingers creeping over her stomach.

"Sadly, nothing as interesting as what I'm sure you're imagining." Sam finds Vala's hand, pushes it down toward her pants. "Make me come. And if you do it quickly and silently, I'll let you stay the rest of the night." While Vala can scream with the best of them it's only for show, her natural inclination is to be quiet. Sam, however, tends to be more involuntarily vocal.

Sam can almost hear the gears working in Vala's head as she weighs the pros and the cons, but in the end a need for closeness Vala would never admit to wins out. Vala's hand slips into her pants, and she circles her clit. First slowly, then adding pressure and speed in time with Sam's breathing. She knows her well, pushing up to kiss Sam's mouth in time to catch any stray moans, and soon Sam is coming, just Vala's fingertips on her clit and Vala's tongue in her mouth, layers of clothing between them.

"Much better." Sam sighs.

Vala squirms for a bit, pulls over her own sleeping bag to cover her exposed back, but then she settles down, her head on Sam's shoulder, arm curled tightly around Sam's waist.

Sam settles Vala more comfortably against her. "Just don't make a habit of..."

"Sleeping." Vala interrupts her. "Can't hear you..." She faux snores.

Sam smiles, kisses the top of her head, closes her eyes. Oh well.

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