bsg ficlet: random Kara/Sam, with reference to Sam/Lee

[lyssie]

rating: er, PG13, sexual innuendo, some language, lots of references, but, um.... maybe a little close to R if you have a good imagination?
spoilers: season four.

I blame palmetto.

"You what?" Kara sounds weird. Like she's torn between laughing and hitting him.

Sam shifts onto his back and claps a hand over his eyes. Gods (is he even allowed to use that anymore?), he shouldn't have opened his big frakkin' mouth.

A finger pokes him in the shoulder, "No, really, Sam. You and Lee?" Kara starts snickering, the finger disapearing as she props herself on his arm with her hand. "How many times?"

"You were dead," he defends, like he needs an excuse.

"How many?"

"A few."

Kara starts laughing, a belly laugh that he can feel vibrating the entire bed. Then she flops across his chest with a sigh, "So. Now I'm alive, do I get to watch?"

"No."

"No? Aw, why not, Sammy?" She wriggles around a bit until she's more draped on all of him, one hand reaching up to flip his tags around, making them chime off-key. "Afraid?"

Sam blinks at her a little, "You're alive," he says, like that's an explanation. In his head, it is. She's alive and he doesn't need another outlet, doesn't feel the urge to cheat that she apparently thinks he might. Sam thinks of terminology like forbidden roses and wonders if he's been re-reading too many books on poetry.

"Yeah, yeah, but I wanna see Lee go down on you," she says, the words almost a whine. Then she snickers, "I could give him pointers."

So, maybe, just maybe, the thought sends a flash of desire through Sam. But he isn't exactly sure whether being turned on by his wife wanting to watch him is ok, or maybe sick and a little twisted. He thinks about watching her get frakked and decides it's the latter, even as he slides his hands inside her shirts.

"Like that idea?" her voice suddenly a little breathless, she presses into his hands.

"Maybe," is his reply before he catches at her shirts, tugging upwards. What happens next is kinda like clockwork, or maybe a rule of thumb: put Kara Thrace and Sam Anders in proximity of one another, with a modicum of privacy, and they will frak. And if Sam's murmurs contained references to Lee Adama's mouth wrapping around him, it was just an added little bonus.

-f-

Comments

[theastolat.livejournal.com]

I read this purely because it wasn't A/R. I consider myself rewarded for my aversion. This was scrumptious!

[mamaboolj.livejournal.com]

I can't tell you how many times I cracked up reading this. But, this one got the biggest laugh:

"I could give him pointers."

And this is one down...many more to go in my "must read" list

*glares at clock and open excel spreadsheets*

[frolicndetour.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah, but I wanna see Lee go down on you," she says, the words almost a whine. Then she snickers, "I could give him pointers."

So, maybe, just maybe, the thought sends a flash of desire through Sam.

AND ALLIE

This is awesome. And calls for a sequel.