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5 minute Kara/Anders
based on the AU started in Post-game Analysis 101.
Sam wasn't expecting to see her again, but then again, he wasn't expecting to be at a charity tournament for the local flight school, either. She's drunk and laughing at something the tall man next to her is saying.
There's no point in pretending it's an accident that he walks into her when she's tipped backwards. Her friend looks amused when Sam's hands keep her from falling off the barstool.
"Gonna buy me a drink?" She asks, and it's the same flirty tone as last time.
There's no recognition in her eyes, but Sam doesn't care. "Sure." He doesn't take his hands off of her, and she doesn't pull away. "What're you drinking?"
"Guess." She wriggles, spilling backwards again so he has to catch her and whispers, "I haven't had enough to frak you yet, though."
"Maybe that's not what I want."
She hoots with derisive laughter, pulling away and turning to face him, "That's what you all want, honey."
Taking advantage of her position, Sam steps in between her legs, hands moving to her waist. "Maybe. Maybe not."
"Mhmm." She chuckles and leans forward, mouth touching his teasingly, "I've heard they say, once you go Starbuck, you never go back. Guess you're proof of that, Sam."
Sam wasn't expecting to see her again, but then again, he wasn't expecting to be at a charity tournament for the local flight school, either. She's drunk and laughing at something the tall man next to her is saying.
There's no point in pretending it's an accident that he walks into her when she's tipped backwards. Her friend looks amused when Sam's hands keep her from falling off the barstool.
"Gonna buy me a drink?" She asks, and it's the same flirty tone as last time.
There's no recognition in her eyes, but Sam doesn't care. "Sure." He doesn't take his hands off of her, and she doesn't pull away. "What're you drinking?"
"Guess." She wriggles, spilling backwards again so he has to catch her and whispers, "I haven't had enough to frak you yet, though."
"Maybe that's not what I want."
She hoots with derisive laughter, pulling away and turning to face him, "That's what you all want, honey."
Taking advantage of her position, Sam steps in between her legs, hands moving to her waist. "Maybe. Maybe not."
"Mhmm." She chuckles and leans forward, mouth touching his teasingly, "I've heard they say, once you go Starbuck, you never go back. Guess you're proof of that, Sam."