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BSG, Kara/Anders, generally.
"Five cubits he gets in to see her."
'Track looked up from her cards and gave Hot Dog a scornful look. "That's pathetic. Try something harder."
"Ten and he gets a kiss?" Tossed in Seifer.
"Bet it'll be his normal style kiss, too," 'Track snorted. "The man has no subtlety or variety. Have you seen the way he just grabs onto them?"
"You're just pissed he never went after you," Cally inserted. "First Helo, now Anders. Must suck to be you."
The others hooted in amusement.
-*-
Sam's outlook = fatalistic, Sam visiting the Oracle.
"I'm not even sure why I'm here." Sam said. The scent of herbs and spices that he couldn't quite name was acrid, almost burning his nostrils and into his brain. He wondered if he was looking for tangible proof, here in the shadows. Something he could point to and say, 'this is why she's dead'. Some way he could stop blaming himself.
The Oracle lit another candle, a strange smile touching her lips. "And yet, you have faith that the words Leoben said were true."
Sam jerked in surprise--he hadn't expected to know that. Or to guess, which was perhaps all that it was. His only contact with oracles in the past had generally been from a distance. "Maybe my faith is misplaced."
"Because you believe in death, but not life." The Oracle replied, her face serene once more.
That was a lie. Rubbing a hand over his eyes, Sam stood. "You know what? Forget it. This was a bad idea."
He was nearly to the door when the Oracle said, her tone filled with something strange, "Samuel. Kara Thrace's destiny has yet to be fulfilled."
Freezing for a moment, Sam entertained the notion that she could be anywhere near right and then discarded it. He laughed softly. "That's a bad cover band, you know."
Then he stepped out of the makeshift sanctum and was gone, leaving behind a slight breeze and the scent of foreboding.
-
Sex was a tangible thing. Sam could touch it, taste it, smell it, feel it in his body as he frakked a woman he barely knew against a wall, or took her in his rack, or moved in behind her in a nameless hall that has traffic only at certain times of the day. The schedule is like clockwork, and everyone is grateful for it.
When he hit orgasm, he always thought of Kara. Her name echoed in his mind, but his mouth and eyes were closed, leaving that secret safe.
Faith was not tangible. And Kara's love was a rarely tangible thing.
-*-
"It's a great idea."
Sam snorted, and glanced at Barolay with a 'help me out here' look on his face. Jean, for her part, snorted back and ignored him completely. "It is not a great idea," Sam finally objected.
Looking up from where she was carefully tying her drawstring so that her pants hung even lower than normal, Kara smirked at him. "You're just afraid I'll end up flashing everyone."
"Maybe." Suddenly amused, despite his objections, Sam reached out and caught her by the wrist, pulling her into his personal space.
"Maybe?" Kara mocked, her eyebrows up as she looked up.
Sam snaked a hand around to pat her ass. "How'd you like it if I flashed everyone?"
A hoot of laughter came from Kara, and she suddenly leaned against his chest, stretching up to brush her lips against his chin. "There's a difference, Sam."
"Oh?"
"Yeah." She bit his chin, "You're my personal property."
Sam snorted, "No difference, then." His arms caught her, holding her tightly against him.
Kara's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. "Really."
"If you two are done trying to have pre-match sex, the game is about to start," Barolay called, her voice dry and sarcastic.
"Later," Sam promised Kara.
"Maybe there won't be a later," Kara muttered at him.
He'd been starting to let her go, and stopped. His hand moved to cup her cheek and he kissed her, lips pressing hard against hers. "Unless you're planning to kill me, there will be a later," he murmured.
"Gonna spank me if I miss that appointment?" Kara mocked as she pulled away, the only indication that the kiss had affected her was her flushed cheeks.
"If I have to."
"Kinky."
"You two in or out?" Barolay demanded, sticking her head back in and glaring.
"We're in, we're in," Sam replied.
"And I am totally going to get us a win." Muttered Kara from behind him.
Sam glanced over his shoulder, unable to keep from gazing at the skin she was displaying with her pants that low. He swallowed. "Maybe we should skip Pyramid."
"Hell, no."
-*-
"This is not going to work."
"It is."
"No, it's--frak--not."
Sam Anders sounded just a little breathless. With a pleased little smirk, Kara Thrace licked her lips and pursed them at him. "You doubtin' my prowess, Anders?"
"I'm definitely doubting mine." He peered to his left and eyed the drop to the ground. It seemed unreasonably far below. But then again, when they'd started this, ithad seemed like a good idea at the time. A lot of things he'd done with Kara had started out as good ideas. Climbing a tree for sex wasn't even the most dangerous. Sam was fairly certain he'd have nightmares about the scaffolding incident.
"Don't move, Sam," Kara suggested as she settled on his lap.
"Not moving is good." He acknowledged, nevertheless getting his hand under her shirts.
-*-
"Bullshit."
Sam laughs, hands pulling his shirt over his head as he replies to Kara's challenge. "Not bullshit."
"Yeah, right," mocks Kara, already naked, with her hands on her hips. "You totally cannot recite Kitaris' Ode while frakking."
Dropping his pants, Sam lazily grins at her before he starts, the words low and cadenced.
She laughs at him and kisses his mouth, mid-word. They both chuckle.
He mouths words against her neck as they stagger back to the rack. Kara breaks away from him to climb in and he follows her, hands smoothing her skin.
It's a long poem and Kara keeps interrupting him with mouth, hands and body.
She loses the thread of his words during her climax, but he's still on track when she comes back to herself. She laughs, arching up and trying her best to drag him over the edge.
"Five cubits he gets in to see her."
'Track looked up from her cards and gave Hot Dog a scornful look. "That's pathetic. Try something harder."
"Ten and he gets a kiss?" Tossed in Seifer.
"Bet it'll be his normal style kiss, too," 'Track snorted. "The man has no subtlety or variety. Have you seen the way he just grabs onto them?"
"You're just pissed he never went after you," Cally inserted. "First Helo, now Anders. Must suck to be you."
The others hooted in amusement.
-*-
Sam's outlook = fatalistic, Sam visiting the Oracle.
"I'm not even sure why I'm here." Sam said. The scent of herbs and spices that he couldn't quite name was acrid, almost burning his nostrils and into his brain. He wondered if he was looking for tangible proof, here in the shadows. Something he could point to and say, 'this is why she's dead'. Some way he could stop blaming himself.
The Oracle lit another candle, a strange smile touching her lips. "And yet, you have faith that the words Leoben said were true."
Sam jerked in surprise--he hadn't expected to know that. Or to guess, which was perhaps all that it was. His only contact with oracles in the past had generally been from a distance. "Maybe my faith is misplaced."
"Because you believe in death, but not life." The Oracle replied, her face serene once more.
That was a lie. Rubbing a hand over his eyes, Sam stood. "You know what? Forget it. This was a bad idea."
He was nearly to the door when the Oracle said, her tone filled with something strange, "Samuel. Kara Thrace's destiny has yet to be fulfilled."
Freezing for a moment, Sam entertained the notion that she could be anywhere near right and then discarded it. He laughed softly. "That's a bad cover band, you know."
Then he stepped out of the makeshift sanctum and was gone, leaving behind a slight breeze and the scent of foreboding.
-
Sex was a tangible thing. Sam could touch it, taste it, smell it, feel it in his body as he frakked a woman he barely knew against a wall, or took her in his rack, or moved in behind her in a nameless hall that has traffic only at certain times of the day. The schedule is like clockwork, and everyone is grateful for it.
When he hit orgasm, he always thought of Kara. Her name echoed in his mind, but his mouth and eyes were closed, leaving that secret safe.
Faith was not tangible. And Kara's love was a rarely tangible thing.
-*-
"It's a great idea."
Sam snorted, and glanced at Barolay with a 'help me out here' look on his face. Jean, for her part, snorted back and ignored him completely. "It is not a great idea," Sam finally objected.
Looking up from where she was carefully tying her drawstring so that her pants hung even lower than normal, Kara smirked at him. "You're just afraid I'll end up flashing everyone."
"Maybe." Suddenly amused, despite his objections, Sam reached out and caught her by the wrist, pulling her into his personal space.
"Maybe?" Kara mocked, her eyebrows up as she looked up.
Sam snaked a hand around to pat her ass. "How'd you like it if I flashed everyone?"
A hoot of laughter came from Kara, and she suddenly leaned against his chest, stretching up to brush her lips against his chin. "There's a difference, Sam."
"Oh?"
"Yeah." She bit his chin, "You're my personal property."
Sam snorted, "No difference, then." His arms caught her, holding her tightly against him.
Kara's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. "Really."
"If you two are done trying to have pre-match sex, the game is about to start," Barolay called, her voice dry and sarcastic.
"Later," Sam promised Kara.
"Maybe there won't be a later," Kara muttered at him.
He'd been starting to let her go, and stopped. His hand moved to cup her cheek and he kissed her, lips pressing hard against hers. "Unless you're planning to kill me, there will be a later," he murmured.
"Gonna spank me if I miss that appointment?" Kara mocked as she pulled away, the only indication that the kiss had affected her was her flushed cheeks.
"If I have to."
"Kinky."
"You two in or out?" Barolay demanded, sticking her head back in and glaring.
"We're in, we're in," Sam replied.
"And I am totally going to get us a win." Muttered Kara from behind him.
Sam glanced over his shoulder, unable to keep from gazing at the skin she was displaying with her pants that low. He swallowed. "Maybe we should skip Pyramid."
"Hell, no."
-*-
"This is not going to work."
"It is."
"No, it's--frak--not."
Sam Anders sounded just a little breathless. With a pleased little smirk, Kara Thrace licked her lips and pursed them at him. "You doubtin' my prowess, Anders?"
"I'm definitely doubting mine." He peered to his left and eyed the drop to the ground. It seemed unreasonably far below. But then again, when they'd started this, ithad seemed like a good idea at the time. A lot of things he'd done with Kara had started out as good ideas. Climbing a tree for sex wasn't even the most dangerous. Sam was fairly certain he'd have nightmares about the scaffolding incident.
"Don't move, Sam," Kara suggested as she settled on his lap.
"Not moving is good." He acknowledged, nevertheless getting his hand under her shirts.
-*-
"Bullshit."
Sam laughs, hands pulling his shirt over his head as he replies to Kara's challenge. "Not bullshit."
"Yeah, right," mocks Kara, already naked, with her hands on her hips. "You totally cannot recite Kitaris' Ode while frakking."
Dropping his pants, Sam lazily grins at her before he starts, the words low and cadenced.
She laughs at him and kisses his mouth, mid-word. They both chuckle.
He mouths words against her neck as they stagger back to the rack. Kara breaks away from him to climb in and he follows her, hands smoothing her skin.
It's a long poem and Kara keeps interrupting him with mouth, hands and body.
She loses the thread of his words during her climax, but he's still on track when she comes back to herself. She laughs, arching up and trying her best to drag him over the edge.
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So, I had a free-floating bit of K/S text. This seems like the place for it...
She has to admit the new still hasn't worn off. Seeing him in a flight suit shouldn't be as hot as it is. It probably wouldn't be if he'd been flying when she met him—the gods knew she'd frakked enough pilots in her day not to be impressed by the uniform—or even if she watched him learn and had time to get used to it, maybe saw him be a piss-poor pilot, awkward in his tanks and boots. But she flew away from Galactica with him a civvie, and when she came back, he was throwing off a helmet and coming down out of a viper, barking at the Chief and hollering across the way at another pilot, and somehow her whole body rocked to a stop.
Godsdamn.
The fact that it was still godsdamn after several weeks of seeing the same kind of display, or after running into him stripping down in the head, or watching him quietly tie his boots in the small hours of the early before CAP—well, that was just disconcerting. But she tried to roll with it. She rolled so well, in fact, that he had been totally seduced into not saying a damn word about how she was always making excuses now to be around him, even if it meant losing sleep. On a regular basis.
Probably, he didn't say anything because he was doing the same damn thing.
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I demand this, dammit. Hotness and pilots and constantly making excuses to be around each other. *happysigh*
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Makes sense that Sam would go to see the Oracle, since he knew Kara went there right before she died.
Faith was not tangible. And Kara's love was a rarely tangible thing.
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Yaay for pyramid foreplay!
"Yeah, right," mocks Kara, already naked, with her hands on her hips. "You totally cannot recite Kitaris' Ode while frakking."
Haha! I believe in you, Sam. *reads the rest and swoons*
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Man, I totally believe in Sam. Now I just demand it on my tv.