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ficlet: no title today, Kara/Anders, PG13 for language/adult situations
random NewCap (a pause in the midst of typing this while I answer my phone and tell the very drunk young woman that, no, Van is not here and she has the wrong number. At least, I think that's who she asked for) fluffy ficlet. is, like, 600 words.
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pirateygoodness
It's not like he minds it. He's just, y'know, curious about it. Most times, he doesn't even really notice, and Sam figures she's totally to blame for that fact. He kinda loves that she's to blame for that fact, actually.
Not that she makes him close his eyes, but--
He's just so focused on what he's doing, trying to make sure he hits all the right spots before he goes, that--well. He doesn't notice a lot of the time.
Sometimes, he thinks that's all to the good. Even though it's puzzling.
But it sticks at the back of his mind, and sits there, ticking away, waiting until he's lazy and sated and stupid enough to ask.
"Huh?"
Kara's half-awake, draped over the bed like she belongs there and he doesn't. He's long since stopped wondering how the frak someone so tiny can steal the entire bed. He'd complained to Chief, once, and Tyrol had just snorted and said Cally did the same thing and if Sam ever figured out how to stop it, he'd appreciate it, since he was beginning to think he'd never get any sleep again.
"You close your eyes," he says, not really thinking much beyond how fast he's going to fall asleep just as soon as she answers. He's exhausted from a long day of digging trenches. Not to mention the sex they'd just had. There's sweat all over both of them and finger marks on his hips and he's pretty sure the hickey on the side of her neck is going to get her mocked for days.
"Sam." She makes a move like she's going to get up, then doesn't, "When do I close my eyes?"
Her tone of voice says she thinks he's an idiot for asking her this stupid question. And maybe he is, but now he's extra-curious. Some part of his brain wonders if she's dodging on purpose. "When you're climaxing." He could be crude, but he's sleepy. Being crude might get them started again, and he's pretty sure that early-morning work detail is led by a sadist.
Being late due to lack of sleep because he'd had sex again with his very attractive wife would be a bad excuse.
She makes a faint noise and her finger pokes him. "You notice that shit?"
"Yeah, I do." Sorta. When he's not concentrating on other things.
A shift and her head lifts. In the diffuse light from the lamps in the street, she looks amused. "You pay attention to when I have my eyes closed while we're having sex."
"Yes."
She snickers and settles back down, her hand patting his chest, "You are such a moron."
"Hey!"
The outrage doesn't wake him that much, though, and he can feel sleep pulling at him. So instead of groping her, he just makes a discontented noise and prods her a little with a finger.
"Moron," she whispers sleepily.
"Shrew," he manages to fire back.
A sleepy chuckle escapes her.
Sam's smug about making her laugh and thus is almost asleep before it occurs to him that she never answered. He pokes her again. "So. Why?"
"Because you're just that good. Moron."
She sounds like she's practically asleep, but it doesn't matter. He got an answer to his question that means he'll probably be walking on air (and giving her extra oral sex) for days. Just before he falls into a dream about flying raptors, he mumbles, "So're you."
"Damn right."
-f-
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pirateygoodnessIt's not like he minds it. He's just, y'know, curious about it. Most times, he doesn't even really notice, and Sam figures she's totally to blame for that fact. He kinda loves that she's to blame for that fact, actually.
Not that she makes him close his eyes, but--
He's just so focused on what he's doing, trying to make sure he hits all the right spots before he goes, that--well. He doesn't notice a lot of the time.
Sometimes, he thinks that's all to the good. Even though it's puzzling.
But it sticks at the back of his mind, and sits there, ticking away, waiting until he's lazy and sated and stupid enough to ask.
"Huh?"
Kara's half-awake, draped over the bed like she belongs there and he doesn't. He's long since stopped wondering how the frak someone so tiny can steal the entire bed. He'd complained to Chief, once, and Tyrol had just snorted and said Cally did the same thing and if Sam ever figured out how to stop it, he'd appreciate it, since he was beginning to think he'd never get any sleep again.
"You close your eyes," he says, not really thinking much beyond how fast he's going to fall asleep just as soon as she answers. He's exhausted from a long day of digging trenches. Not to mention the sex they'd just had. There's sweat all over both of them and finger marks on his hips and he's pretty sure the hickey on the side of her neck is going to get her mocked for days.
"Sam." She makes a move like she's going to get up, then doesn't, "When do I close my eyes?"
Her tone of voice says she thinks he's an idiot for asking her this stupid question. And maybe he is, but now he's extra-curious. Some part of his brain wonders if she's dodging on purpose. "When you're climaxing." He could be crude, but he's sleepy. Being crude might get them started again, and he's pretty sure that early-morning work detail is led by a sadist.
Being late due to lack of sleep because he'd had sex again with his very attractive wife would be a bad excuse.
She makes a faint noise and her finger pokes him. "You notice that shit?"
"Yeah, I do." Sorta. When he's not concentrating on other things.
A shift and her head lifts. In the diffuse light from the lamps in the street, she looks amused. "You pay attention to when I have my eyes closed while we're having sex."
"Yes."
She snickers and settles back down, her hand patting his chest, "You are such a moron."
"Hey!"
The outrage doesn't wake him that much, though, and he can feel sleep pulling at him. So instead of groping her, he just makes a discontented noise and prods her a little with a finger.
"Moron," she whispers sleepily.
"Shrew," he manages to fire back.
A sleepy chuckle escapes her.
Sam's smug about making her laugh and thus is almost asleep before it occurs to him that she never answered. He pokes her again. "So. Why?"
"Because you're just that good. Moron."
She sounds like she's practically asleep, but it doesn't matter. He got an answer to his question that means he'll probably be walking on air (and giving her extra oral sex) for days. Just before he falls into a dream about flying raptors, he mumbles, "So're you."
"Damn right."
-f-