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random Kara/Anders ficlet: snow angels
Or, making snow angels, anyway. er. Season two/three spoilers? I guess?
It's been snowing for three weeks. Not the kind that piles up to ten feet, but the kind that filters to the ground and accumulates slowly until one day, you're three-feet deep in it, cursing because you can't get from your tent to the bar. The bar at least has heating, most tents don't.
President Baltar made some half-hearted gesture at trying to help people stay warm by ordering a large tent to be stocked with one heater and some blankets. Anyone who wants can sleep there. But after a year spent in cramped spaceships and six months of freedom, most of the people in the settlement prefer their autonomy--even if it means freezing, frostbite, and Doc Cottle's rudeness when you try to get the latter treated.
Most of the people who were married, or paired up, at least had it a little better. Although living that close with someone you sometimes had shouting matches with wasn't always easy.
"Sam!" Kara yelped and dodged the second snowball before grabbing a handful and flinging it towards her husband.
He laughed and ducked out of the way easily.
Kara threw herself at him, trying to knock him over. Unfortunately, he was braced, and instead of falling over, he simply caught her and held her. "Ass." She punched at his shoulder, then wriggled in his grasp trying to get free.
"Shrew," he retorted, shifting and then dumping her into the snow.
On her back, she glared up at him. "This isn't helping your case, Anders."
"Didn't know I needed one." He returned, dropping to his knees and catching her hands when she would have thrown snow at him. Falling forwards, he trapped her underneath him, smirking.
"What the frak are you trying to accomplish, Sam? Permanent frostbite in your dick?"
A snort escaped him, "I'm trying to show you how to make a snow angel."
"By pinning me to the ground. Very hands-on of you."
"I figured it would keep you from kicking me."
Kara struggled for a moment, then sighed in defeat, "Fine."
"Fine?" His eyebrows went up and he peered at her, trying to gauge her expression. "What's fine?"
"Lots of things, Sammy."
He relaxed, letting his arms and hands take more of his weight. "That's good, baby," he grinned as he bent to kiss her.
Kara head-butted him, catching his nose with a crunch. While he was cursing she took advantage of his surprise to push against one of his arms, knocking him off-balance and to the side. Rolling, she pinned him, grinning madly at him. "Now who's on top?"
"You fight dirty," he informed her, his hands moving to her waist.
"Always." She bent and kissed him, mashing their lips together like a teenager on her first date before his mouth teased hers into something resembling a much nicer kiss, and she let out a pleased sound when his tongue stroked her lower lip. "You fight dirty, too," she pointed out a few minutes later, still straddling him, but considerably more comfortable against his chest.
Sam huffed out a breath at her, then spread his arms and began windmilling them up and down, "I might fight dirty, but I have a good reason to."
Trying not to fall over from an attack of laughter, Kara demanded, "What excuse?" before propping herself on his chest and laughing at him. "You look like an idiot, by the way."
"Sex." Sam explained, stopping and grabbing her hips again, tugging her down a bit more for emphasis.
Kara smirked, "I don't think your snow angel's gonna have a halo, Sam."
"Yours doesn't even have wings," he pointed out.
Laughing, she climbed off of him, then threw herself into the nearest pile of snow, knocking the breath out of herself and quickly demonstrating proper snow angel technique. While she churned the snow, Sam carefully sat up and then removed himself from his creation.
It wasn't half-bad.
Standing over Kara, he held out a hand, "I recommend not sleeping in the snow tonight. For one thing, I might freeze my balls off without you there to keep me warm."
"That would almost be a crime, Samuel." She asserted, sitting up and grabbing his hand, she let him haul her to her feet, then stepped out of her snow angel. Standing next to him, she compared the two, "Yours is tall."
"Yours has a skirt."
"She's wearing a blue dress," Kara informed him.
Sam, who had seen the blue dress she was referring to--while Kara was wearing it, no less--raised an eyebrow, "That could explain why mine is falling over his feet trying to get to her."
"Idiot."
He slung an arm around her shoulders and tucked her against his side. "You're shivering. Wanna go warm each other up?"
Kara snickered and elbowed him, then said, "Hell, yeah."
After all, it was frakking cold on New Caprica, and someone had to keep her warm.
It's been snowing for three weeks. Not the kind that piles up to ten feet, but the kind that filters to the ground and accumulates slowly until one day, you're three-feet deep in it, cursing because you can't get from your tent to the bar. The bar at least has heating, most tents don't.
President Baltar made some half-hearted gesture at trying to help people stay warm by ordering a large tent to be stocked with one heater and some blankets. Anyone who wants can sleep there. But after a year spent in cramped spaceships and six months of freedom, most of the people in the settlement prefer their autonomy--even if it means freezing, frostbite, and Doc Cottle's rudeness when you try to get the latter treated.
Most of the people who were married, or paired up, at least had it a little better. Although living that close with someone you sometimes had shouting matches with wasn't always easy.
"Sam!" Kara yelped and dodged the second snowball before grabbing a handful and flinging it towards her husband.
He laughed and ducked out of the way easily.
Kara threw herself at him, trying to knock him over. Unfortunately, he was braced, and instead of falling over, he simply caught her and held her. "Ass." She punched at his shoulder, then wriggled in his grasp trying to get free.
"Shrew," he retorted, shifting and then dumping her into the snow.
On her back, she glared up at him. "This isn't helping your case, Anders."
"Didn't know I needed one." He returned, dropping to his knees and catching her hands when she would have thrown snow at him. Falling forwards, he trapped her underneath him, smirking.
"What the frak are you trying to accomplish, Sam? Permanent frostbite in your dick?"
A snort escaped him, "I'm trying to show you how to make a snow angel."
"By pinning me to the ground. Very hands-on of you."
"I figured it would keep you from kicking me."
Kara struggled for a moment, then sighed in defeat, "Fine."
"Fine?" His eyebrows went up and he peered at her, trying to gauge her expression. "What's fine?"
"Lots of things, Sammy."
He relaxed, letting his arms and hands take more of his weight. "That's good, baby," he grinned as he bent to kiss her.
Kara head-butted him, catching his nose with a crunch. While he was cursing she took advantage of his surprise to push against one of his arms, knocking him off-balance and to the side. Rolling, she pinned him, grinning madly at him. "Now who's on top?"
"You fight dirty," he informed her, his hands moving to her waist.
"Always." She bent and kissed him, mashing their lips together like a teenager on her first date before his mouth teased hers into something resembling a much nicer kiss, and she let out a pleased sound when his tongue stroked her lower lip. "You fight dirty, too," she pointed out a few minutes later, still straddling him, but considerably more comfortable against his chest.
Sam huffed out a breath at her, then spread his arms and began windmilling them up and down, "I might fight dirty, but I have a good reason to."
Trying not to fall over from an attack of laughter, Kara demanded, "What excuse?" before propping herself on his chest and laughing at him. "You look like an idiot, by the way."
"Sex." Sam explained, stopping and grabbing her hips again, tugging her down a bit more for emphasis.
Kara smirked, "I don't think your snow angel's gonna have a halo, Sam."
"Yours doesn't even have wings," he pointed out.
Laughing, she climbed off of him, then threw herself into the nearest pile of snow, knocking the breath out of herself and quickly demonstrating proper snow angel technique. While she churned the snow, Sam carefully sat up and then removed himself from his creation.
It wasn't half-bad.
Standing over Kara, he held out a hand, "I recommend not sleeping in the snow tonight. For one thing, I might freeze my balls off without you there to keep me warm."
"That would almost be a crime, Samuel." She asserted, sitting up and grabbing his hand, she let him haul her to her feet, then stepped out of her snow angel. Standing next to him, she compared the two, "Yours is tall."
"Yours has a skirt."
"She's wearing a blue dress," Kara informed him.
Sam, who had seen the blue dress she was referring to--while Kara was wearing it, no less--raised an eyebrow, "That could explain why mine is falling over his feet trying to get to her."
"Idiot."
He slung an arm around her shoulders and tucked her against his side. "You're shivering. Wanna go warm each other up?"
Kara snickered and elbowed him, then said, "Hell, yeah."
After all, it was frakking cold on New Caprica, and someone had to keep her warm.
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And I want a Sam to warm ME up. Mmmmm.
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If we could clone him... Siiiiiiiiiiiigh.