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ficlet: BSG, Kara/Sam, Crackers Don't Matter, PG/PG13
So, um, I spammed this at someone earlier, and realized that it's never going to get longer. And, well, anyway. So, I had this plan to do a whole series of universe X stories named after universe Y episode titles. This one is obvsly Farscape.
New Caprica.
Er, also not mine.
title: Crackers Don't Matter
There were cracker crumbs in their bed again. Sam wriggled, trying to rid his skin of the feel of them. Unfortunately, that just made it worse. Kara, for her part, didn't seem to notice them. She did notice him moving, though.
"Sam?" Her voice was thick with sleep.
"Crumbs." Sam knew he sounded cranky. He didn't care, "You are such a slob, Kara."
"I don't recall," she informed him, her tone more awake, "Being the only one eating the crackers, Sam."
She had a point. Still. "You brought them."
"Yeah?" She prodded him in the side, "And you ate most of 'em, Mr. Bottomless Pit."
"Hey, I'm a growing athlete," he replied, tone lazy.
"I can tell." Her fingers prodded his belly, "And you're only growing here."
"Nope." Catching her hand, he brought it up to his biceps and flexed, "Right here, baby."
"Ah-ha ha," Kara snickered at him.
"Are you mocking my efforts, Kara?" Sounding suitably hurt, Sam drew back from her.
"Yes." She snickered herself into a giggle.
He sighed, "I don't know why. I'm doing it all for you, baby. To build up my stamina."
"Oh, stamina. Is that why?" Kara leaned closer to him, half-sprawling on his chest. "You don't have stamina problems, Sammy."
"Yeah?" Amused, he cupped the back of her head, fingers playing with her hair. "I don't, huh?" He let her calling him Sammy pass. For once.
"Except when I drink you under the table." Smirking, she lifted herself further up his body, teasingly brushing her lips against his. "Then you have no stamina and pass out on me."
"No man," Sam defended his honor, "can match Colonel Tigh shot for shot and survive, Kara." He firmly tugged her mouth down onto his.
After kissing him thoroughly, Kara pulled back, "Says you. I can manage just fine."
"You're not a man," was his logical reply. To prove this assumption, he brought one hand up and groped her breasts efficiently.
Gasping a little, Kara wriggled against him, smug, "Definitely not a man."
He'd gotten off his point, Sam suddenly remembered. He glared at her, "You're trying to distract me, Kara."
"Me?"
"Yes, you." He poked her nose, then grabbed her hands when she would have retaliated. "You ate crackers in bed, Kara. Our bed. And now there are crumbs in my ass."
"Poor baby," she mocked him, not even trying to break free.
-f-
New Caprica.
Er, also not mine.
title: Crackers Don't Matter
There were cracker crumbs in their bed again. Sam wriggled, trying to rid his skin of the feel of them. Unfortunately, that just made it worse. Kara, for her part, didn't seem to notice them. She did notice him moving, though.
"Sam?" Her voice was thick with sleep.
"Crumbs." Sam knew he sounded cranky. He didn't care, "You are such a slob, Kara."
"I don't recall," she informed him, her tone more awake, "Being the only one eating the crackers, Sam."
She had a point. Still. "You brought them."
"Yeah?" She prodded him in the side, "And you ate most of 'em, Mr. Bottomless Pit."
"Hey, I'm a growing athlete," he replied, tone lazy.
"I can tell." Her fingers prodded his belly, "And you're only growing here."
"Nope." Catching her hand, he brought it up to his biceps and flexed, "Right here, baby."
"Ah-ha ha," Kara snickered at him.
"Are you mocking my efforts, Kara?" Sounding suitably hurt, Sam drew back from her.
"Yes." She snickered herself into a giggle.
He sighed, "I don't know why. I'm doing it all for you, baby. To build up my stamina."
"Oh, stamina. Is that why?" Kara leaned closer to him, half-sprawling on his chest. "You don't have stamina problems, Sammy."
"Yeah?" Amused, he cupped the back of her head, fingers playing with her hair. "I don't, huh?" He let her calling him Sammy pass. For once.
"Except when I drink you under the table." Smirking, she lifted herself further up his body, teasingly brushing her lips against his. "Then you have no stamina and pass out on me."
"No man," Sam defended his honor, "can match Colonel Tigh shot for shot and survive, Kara." He firmly tugged her mouth down onto his.
After kissing him thoroughly, Kara pulled back, "Says you. I can manage just fine."
"You're not a man," was his logical reply. To prove this assumption, he brought one hand up and groped her breasts efficiently.
Gasping a little, Kara wriggled against him, smug, "Definitely not a man."
He'd gotten off his point, Sam suddenly remembered. He glared at her, "You're trying to distract me, Kara."
"Me?"
"Yes, you." He poked her nose, then grabbed her hands when she would have retaliated. "You ate crackers in bed, Kara. Our bed. And now there are crumbs in my ass."
"Poor baby," she mocked him, not even trying to break free.
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Oh, I've done drabbles, but I tend to try for at least 1000+. Some days, I don't make it.
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