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bsg ficlet: ot3 in three parts, NC17
rating: NC17
Some of you might remember this written at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
palmetto's bidding. For some reason, Kara, Sam and Lee were all talkative in my head and I comment-spammed prolix_allie.
eta: note, OT3=Kara/Sam/Lee, in this instance.
"No, you need your hand there, Lee--"
Sam's got his head tilted back, torn between lust and amusement and something else, and--frak, but Kara's pointers are good, but Lee has a bit better control, or something, and--
"Hands, Lee--" Kara makes an impatient sound and moves--
She's pressed up against Sam's side, hand reaching down to where Lee's head is, and Sam is suddenly not thinking, not at all. Gods, she smells good--he's kissing her before he's fully aware of moving his head, and now it's better.
--
Lee doesn't really notice when Kara stops talking and joins them. He thinks it happened before Sam's hand clenched in his hair, but he's a little busy to examine when that happened.
He just knows that he can suddenly hear her, that little breathy moan and gasp combination that makes his blood shiver and his body twitch to make her do it again. Pulling up slightly higher than before, he finds Kara on her knees, Sam's mouth on her breasts, both their hands between her legs.
Lee practically bites down, but stops himself in time, because that reaction would stop everything, especially with his mouth where it is.
He speeds up, just a little. He wants a part of her, too, if Sam's in the mood to share more than himself.
--
This wasn't what she'd been planning--not that Kara planned much these days. Earth, Sam, Cylons, nothing was really making much sense anymore.
But this, a moment of sheer lust, wet skin and sweat sliding down her back, was something she could grasp. Like she'd grasped Sam earlier, before Lee wandered in (she'd told him to show up earlier and got bored waiting).
Maybe it still scares her a little, deep down (Gods, Sam's fingers) that they both said yes so easily, that Lee didn't seem to care, that Sam was already hard and ready at the thought--
Or maybe it doesn't scare her so much as make her want to be worth whatever it is they see in her--
Kara shoves the thought aside, laughing even as Sam gives that peculiar grunting sound he always does when he comes, and his mouth leaves her breasts, head tilting back again as he stares up at her, something a little scary in his eyes.
-f-
Some of you might remember this written at
palmetto's bidding. For some reason, Kara, Sam and Lee were all talkative in my head and I comment-spammed prolix_allie.eta: note, OT3=Kara/Sam/Lee, in this instance.
"No, you need your hand there, Lee--"
Sam's got his head tilted back, torn between lust and amusement and something else, and--frak, but Kara's pointers are good, but Lee has a bit better control, or something, and--
"Hands, Lee--" Kara makes an impatient sound and moves--
She's pressed up against Sam's side, hand reaching down to where Lee's head is, and Sam is suddenly not thinking, not at all. Gods, she smells good--he's kissing her before he's fully aware of moving his head, and now it's better.
--
Lee doesn't really notice when Kara stops talking and joins them. He thinks it happened before Sam's hand clenched in his hair, but he's a little busy to examine when that happened.
He just knows that he can suddenly hear her, that little breathy moan and gasp combination that makes his blood shiver and his body twitch to make her do it again. Pulling up slightly higher than before, he finds Kara on her knees, Sam's mouth on her breasts, both their hands between her legs.
Lee practically bites down, but stops himself in time, because that reaction would stop everything, especially with his mouth where it is.
He speeds up, just a little. He wants a part of her, too, if Sam's in the mood to share more than himself.
--
This wasn't what she'd been planning--not that Kara planned much these days. Earth, Sam, Cylons, nothing was really making much sense anymore.
But this, a moment of sheer lust, wet skin and sweat sliding down her back, was something she could grasp. Like she'd grasped Sam earlier, before Lee wandered in (she'd told him to show up earlier and got bored waiting).
Maybe it still scares her a little, deep down (Gods, Sam's fingers) that they both said yes so easily, that Lee didn't seem to care, that Sam was already hard and ready at the thought--
Or maybe it doesn't scare her so much as make her want to be worth whatever it is they see in her--
Kara shoves the thought aside, laughing even as Sam gives that peculiar grunting sound he always does when he comes, and his mouth leaves her breasts, head tilting back again as he stares up at her, something a little scary in his eyes.
-f-