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Harvest

by sugargroupie

G, 132 words

Summary: She tastes the gray girl first.

Disclaimer: Not mine; O'Bannon, Henson, Kemper, et. al.

Notes: Spoilers for Twice Shy, written for the farscapefriday minor character challenge.

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The energy is intoxicating as it prickles along her skin, fueling her hunger as much as her own fear. Tension crawls up her spine at the rotting hands in her hair and over her body. He has long since served his purpose, and Talikaa has other needs to fulfill.

She tastes the gray girl first, young and fierce; vulnerable even with a gun in her hand. The others are a fleeting touch away, so full of life and intensity. They pay for her freedom with their own lives and she does not regret taking what they so readily offer.

Talikaa savors the eagerness Chiana wears like a second skin, holds the sex on her tongue during harvest before seeking out the others. They are food, calling to her, and she must eat.

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