“This is gonna hurt, Kara.” Helo warned, gripping the tape between his thumb and forefinger.
“Just do it, Helo. Hurry up!” Kara took a breath and held it, waiting for the sharp tear of tape separating from skin.
Behind her, Helo broke into a wide smile, knowing that if she turned and saw his grin, he’d get a fist in the face. He straightened his expression and spoke firmly. “Okay, on three.” He paused. “One. Two–“ and he tore the tape from her flesh.
Kara yelled out, both from the pain and the surprise. She slammed a hand over the wounded flesh and growled at Helo. “You motherfrakker! Godsdamn that hurt.”
Helo jumped back, no longer able to hold back his laughter. If she wasn’t in so much pain, she’d chase him out of the room. “Well, what did you expect, Kara, you’re the one who had to have these frakking things.” He laughed and carefully pulled the sticky tape from the thin box of Caprican cigars.
Kara grimaced and turned around, bent over slightly as the sensitive flesh on her backside burned under her hand. She grabbed the box of cigars and inhaled deeply. “When I fire up these babies, you’ll be wishing you’d smuggled some in, too, my friend.” She twisted around and removed her hand to examine the offended skin. She chuckled softly. “And besides, Helo, I knew they’d never search down my pants.”
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Caprican cigar, This is gonna hurt
Date: 2010-02-09 03:32 am (UTC)“Just do it, Helo. Hurry up!” Kara took a breath and held it, waiting for the sharp tear of tape separating from skin.
Behind her, Helo broke into a wide smile, knowing that if she turned and saw his grin, he’d get a fist in the face. He straightened his expression and spoke firmly. “Okay, on three.” He paused. “One. Two–“ and he tore the tape from her flesh.
Kara yelled out, both from the pain and the surprise. She slammed a hand over the wounded flesh and growled at Helo. “You motherfrakker! Godsdamn that hurt.”
Helo jumped back, no longer able to hold back his laughter. If she wasn’t in so much pain, she’d chase him out of the room. “Well, what did you expect, Kara, you’re the one who had to have these frakking things.” He laughed and carefully pulled the sticky tape from the thin box of Caprican cigars.
Kara grimaced and turned around, bent over slightly as the sensitive flesh on her backside burned under her hand. She grabbed the box of cigars and inhaled deeply. “When I fire up these babies, you’ll be wishing you’d smuggled some in, too, my friend.” She twisted around and removed her hand to examine the offended skin. She chuckled softly. “And besides, Helo, I knew they’d never search down my pants.”