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fic: newBSG, Brick Dust and Bells, R
disclaimer: not mine
pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders
rating: R, this one has some language and actual sex in it. Sort of.
length: 1400+
notes: Sequel to 'Boots on the Floor', also written for the Sixth Porn Battle, prompt 'acrid'.
Brick Dust and Bells
by ALC Punk!
Two days later, and Kara was no closer to catching Conoy. He'd slipped away before she could get him after her successful side-tracking of Anders. It was kind of a bitch, given that if she'd known he would avoid her so easily, she might have enjoyed her day with Anders in a far more profitable manner.
She'd picked up his trail just outside the moderately-sized town of Picon. Catching sight of him as she'd traveled down Main Street had been perfect. With a smug certainty, she followed him carefully, leaving Viper at Tigh's Saloon and continuing on foot. Images of Conoy hog-tied and gagged (the last time she'd had any conversation with him, he'd babbled on about streams and rivers way too much) filled her mind as she ducked into an alleyway to avoid him noticing her too soon.
"Fancy meeting you here."
Anders. His hands were on Kara's hips before she could say a word, pressing her up against the alley wall, blocking her from going for her gun. "I told you Cally would let you go."
He laughed, close enough that his breath ghosted across the skin of her neck, stirring the tangled hairs that had escaped her pony tail. "What you didn't mention was that she'd mock me for getting caught."
"Aw, your ego can't take mockery?" Kara tsked, shifting to press back against him, putting a little distance between herself and the brick wall. She didn't exactly fancy eating brick dust any time in the near future. "Or were you just disappointed that she wouldn't frak you."
"Oh, it can take it," he assured her, one arm going around her waist, tugging her shirt free of her pants.
Kara was a little surprised to find her body tightening in anticipation of what he was going to do--if he was going to do anything. Gods. Trying to remember that she was chasing Conoy, she opened her mouth to point that out when Sam's thumb stroked the skin of her belly, pressing in just enough that he could feel her muscles jump when she gasped instead of replying.
"Miss me?"
"Frak no," she snapped, the slight catch in her voice when his hand pushed her shirt up making the words a lie. It was hot and just windy enough that dust was kicking up every so often. Kara tried to focus on that instead of on Anders' hands and what they could do. Unfortunately, even with just the short amount of time she'd spent acquainting herself with them, she knew that was a lost cause.
When his hand came up abruptly and cupped her breast, she jumped, her nipple hardening quickly under the gentle brush of his thumb. "Liar."
"Didn't miss you," Kara corrected, spreading her legs and bracing one hand on the wall. "Just like your hands."
"Glad you admit to something." He was ready for when she pushed back, trying to break free and shoved her against the wall again, body pinning hers. "Gonna try and shoot me this time, Thrace?"
Tasting brick dust, Kara cursed, turning her head to glare over her shoulder. "Let me up, asshole."
"Why?"
Instead of answering verbally, Kara shifted and spun, knife in her hand pricking his skin through his shirt before he had time to grab her wrist. "Because I asked nicely."
Sam's hands went to either side of her, and he was careful not to lean into the knife. "All right."
Poking him enough he'd feel the sting, but not draw blood, Kara pulled the knife back and returned it to its sheath. Then she smirked up at him and reached up her hands to frame his face. "You should finish what you started, you know."
"I seem to recall you're the one with the problem finishing things," he pointed out, nevertheless bending to kiss her mouth.
Conoy, Kara reminded herself. Conoy is out there. But Anders tasted like coffee and smelled like sweat. The combination went to her head almost as fast as his hand on her breast had sparked a shock between her legs. Unable to help herself, she fumbled with her belt and button with one hand, getting them open enough to slide her hand down inside her pants.
Gods. There. She was already aching and damp, and she blamed not letting them finish two days before more than anything else.
It certainly wasn't because she enjoyed consistently frakking his brains out. Though Kara took leave to doubt that Anders had much in the way of brains. He pulled his mouth from hers and shifted back enough to figure out what the hell she was doing. And then he groaned and dropped his head against the wall behind her head, then laughed softly. "Turn around, Thrace."
"What?" Kara was concentrating on her fingers and the lack of movement now he was pressed so hard against her.
"Turn around. Think of it as payback for being cuffed to the bed and left behind."
Realizing what he had in mind--or what he probably had in mind, Kara seriously considered shooting the man to save herself the trouble of getting addicted to having sex with him. Stroking a finger into herself, she arched a little, "Make me."
He laughed and released her, hands moving to spin her around. Kara let him, catching herself against the bricks with both hands and laughing a little herself at how eager he was as he moved to press back up against her. "If I'd known you were this easy--"
"Don't make me regret not shooting you, Anders," Kara retorted.
"Wouldn't want to do that..." his hands slid up under her shirt to her breasts again, teasing and plucking at her nipples until she was biting her lip against the sounds she wanted to make.
"It wouldn't be hard to do," Kara mused, dropping her hand back down to push inside her pants. "I mean, once I'm done, here, I could draw, cock, and fire over my shoulder. You're so frakking tall, I'd probably hit you, too."
He laughed, kissing her neck and sliding his own hand down to join hers. He nudged her fingers aside, taking over. Slipping one, two fingers into her and starting a rhythm that had her rocking her hips into his, trying to get them deeper while his thumb flicked up and down.
"Ok, maybe I won't shoot you," she managed, panting and biting her lip with the need to moan. There was a fairly busy street not four yards away. Anyone could look in and see what he was doing. Funny how she hadn't thought of that until now. "Just wing you, or something--frak."
Kara stopped talking, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the wall. Fighting her need to make noise, she climaxed, senses tilting sideways and tasting the acrid tang of the bricks at the back of her throat as she came down, body sagging.
"That was fun," Anders murmured, sounding smug.
She was going to shoot him. Frak. Just give her a few seconds to recover, and she was going to shoot that frakking smug grin off his face.
He kissed her neck again, licking some of the sweat off of it and nuzzling right behind her ear.
A nearby clock began striking the hour, dragging her back to reality and Kara cursed aloud, dragging his hand from her pants. "Shit. Zip yourself up, Anders. I've got places to be."
"Conoy's got a room at the Biers Boarding House. It's three blocks over in the middle. Nice place." Anders chuckled as she turned to glare at him. "Told you he'd get away from you."
"You didn't," Kara informed him, refastening her pants and buckling her belt. Then she pulled her pistol. "I don't suppose you'd stay here?"
He caught her wrist, keeping the barrel pointed away from him. "You'd have to shoot me. Still, I suppose a sixty-forty split--"
"I get sixty."
"Nope."
They glared at each other for a moment, then Kara smirked, twisted her wrist to free it and pushed up on her toes to kiss him. "Yes." Then she kneed him in the balls and took off for the mouth of the alley.
It would take him only a few minutes to recover. But by then, she might have a pretty good start on cornering Conoy.
-f-
pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders
rating: R, this one has some language and actual sex in it. Sort of.
length: 1400+
notes: Sequel to 'Boots on the Floor', also written for the Sixth Porn Battle, prompt 'acrid'.
Brick Dust and Bells
by ALC Punk!
Two days later, and Kara was no closer to catching Conoy. He'd slipped away before she could get him after her successful side-tracking of Anders. It was kind of a bitch, given that if she'd known he would avoid her so easily, she might have enjoyed her day with Anders in a far more profitable manner.
She'd picked up his trail just outside the moderately-sized town of Picon. Catching sight of him as she'd traveled down Main Street had been perfect. With a smug certainty, she followed him carefully, leaving Viper at Tigh's Saloon and continuing on foot. Images of Conoy hog-tied and gagged (the last time she'd had any conversation with him, he'd babbled on about streams and rivers way too much) filled her mind as she ducked into an alleyway to avoid him noticing her too soon.
"Fancy meeting you here."
Anders. His hands were on Kara's hips before she could say a word, pressing her up against the alley wall, blocking her from going for her gun. "I told you Cally would let you go."
He laughed, close enough that his breath ghosted across the skin of her neck, stirring the tangled hairs that had escaped her pony tail. "What you didn't mention was that she'd mock me for getting caught."
"Aw, your ego can't take mockery?" Kara tsked, shifting to press back against him, putting a little distance between herself and the brick wall. She didn't exactly fancy eating brick dust any time in the near future. "Or were you just disappointed that she wouldn't frak you."
"Oh, it can take it," he assured her, one arm going around her waist, tugging her shirt free of her pants.
Kara was a little surprised to find her body tightening in anticipation of what he was going to do--if he was going to do anything. Gods. Trying to remember that she was chasing Conoy, she opened her mouth to point that out when Sam's thumb stroked the skin of her belly, pressing in just enough that he could feel her muscles jump when she gasped instead of replying.
"Miss me?"
"Frak no," she snapped, the slight catch in her voice when his hand pushed her shirt up making the words a lie. It was hot and just windy enough that dust was kicking up every so often. Kara tried to focus on that instead of on Anders' hands and what they could do. Unfortunately, even with just the short amount of time she'd spent acquainting herself with them, she knew that was a lost cause.
When his hand came up abruptly and cupped her breast, she jumped, her nipple hardening quickly under the gentle brush of his thumb. "Liar."
"Didn't miss you," Kara corrected, spreading her legs and bracing one hand on the wall. "Just like your hands."
"Glad you admit to something." He was ready for when she pushed back, trying to break free and shoved her against the wall again, body pinning hers. "Gonna try and shoot me this time, Thrace?"
Tasting brick dust, Kara cursed, turning her head to glare over her shoulder. "Let me up, asshole."
"Why?"
Instead of answering verbally, Kara shifted and spun, knife in her hand pricking his skin through his shirt before he had time to grab her wrist. "Because I asked nicely."
Sam's hands went to either side of her, and he was careful not to lean into the knife. "All right."
Poking him enough he'd feel the sting, but not draw blood, Kara pulled the knife back and returned it to its sheath. Then she smirked up at him and reached up her hands to frame his face. "You should finish what you started, you know."
"I seem to recall you're the one with the problem finishing things," he pointed out, nevertheless bending to kiss her mouth.
Conoy, Kara reminded herself. Conoy is out there. But Anders tasted like coffee and smelled like sweat. The combination went to her head almost as fast as his hand on her breast had sparked a shock between her legs. Unable to help herself, she fumbled with her belt and button with one hand, getting them open enough to slide her hand down inside her pants.
Gods. There. She was already aching and damp, and she blamed not letting them finish two days before more than anything else.
It certainly wasn't because she enjoyed consistently frakking his brains out. Though Kara took leave to doubt that Anders had much in the way of brains. He pulled his mouth from hers and shifted back enough to figure out what the hell she was doing. And then he groaned and dropped his head against the wall behind her head, then laughed softly. "Turn around, Thrace."
"What?" Kara was concentrating on her fingers and the lack of movement now he was pressed so hard against her.
"Turn around. Think of it as payback for being cuffed to the bed and left behind."
Realizing what he had in mind--or what he probably had in mind, Kara seriously considered shooting the man to save herself the trouble of getting addicted to having sex with him. Stroking a finger into herself, she arched a little, "Make me."
He laughed and released her, hands moving to spin her around. Kara let him, catching herself against the bricks with both hands and laughing a little herself at how eager he was as he moved to press back up against her. "If I'd known you were this easy--"
"Don't make me regret not shooting you, Anders," Kara retorted.
"Wouldn't want to do that..." his hands slid up under her shirt to her breasts again, teasing and plucking at her nipples until she was biting her lip against the sounds she wanted to make.
"It wouldn't be hard to do," Kara mused, dropping her hand back down to push inside her pants. "I mean, once I'm done, here, I could draw, cock, and fire over my shoulder. You're so frakking tall, I'd probably hit you, too."
He laughed, kissing her neck and sliding his own hand down to join hers. He nudged her fingers aside, taking over. Slipping one, two fingers into her and starting a rhythm that had her rocking her hips into his, trying to get them deeper while his thumb flicked up and down.
"Ok, maybe I won't shoot you," she managed, panting and biting her lip with the need to moan. There was a fairly busy street not four yards away. Anyone could look in and see what he was doing. Funny how she hadn't thought of that until now. "Just wing you, or something--frak."
Kara stopped talking, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the wall. Fighting her need to make noise, she climaxed, senses tilting sideways and tasting the acrid tang of the bricks at the back of her throat as she came down, body sagging.
"That was fun," Anders murmured, sounding smug.
She was going to shoot him. Frak. Just give her a few seconds to recover, and she was going to shoot that frakking smug grin off his face.
He kissed her neck again, licking some of the sweat off of it and nuzzling right behind her ear.
A nearby clock began striking the hour, dragging her back to reality and Kara cursed aloud, dragging his hand from her pants. "Shit. Zip yourself up, Anders. I've got places to be."
"Conoy's got a room at the Biers Boarding House. It's three blocks over in the middle. Nice place." Anders chuckled as she turned to glare at him. "Told you he'd get away from you."
"You didn't," Kara informed him, refastening her pants and buckling her belt. Then she pulled her pistol. "I don't suppose you'd stay here?"
He caught her wrist, keeping the barrel pointed away from him. "You'd have to shoot me. Still, I suppose a sixty-forty split--"
"I get sixty."
"Nope."
They glared at each other for a moment, then Kara smirked, twisted her wrist to free it and pushed up on her toes to kiss him. "Yes." Then she kneed him in the balls and took off for the mouth of the alley.
It would take him only a few minutes to recover. But by then, she might have a pretty good start on cornering Conoy.
-f-
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Unfortunately, even with just the short amount of time she'd spent acquainting herself with them, she knew that was a lost cause.
Awww!
And also aw, poor Anders! Always getting left behind. *giggles*
Though Kara took leave to doubt that Anders had much in the way of brains.
<3 I haven't heard anyone say "took leave to doubt" since Young Riders reruns on the Family Channel. :D