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oh, hey, look... fic: BSG, Daybreakverse, Little Red Barn, Kara/Sam, R
disclaimer: not mine
pairing: Kara/Thrace/Sam Anders
rating: PG13/R, language, sexual innuendo, kissing, groping, etc.
spoilers: Revelation, Daybreakverse
length: 1900
notes: prodded by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
palmetto a while ago. Isn't all porn, there is some vague... well, it is Sam and Kara, so it is mostly groping and sex.
Little Red Barn
by ALC Punk!
Like any good barn, the structure Tyrol designed and the mixed crew of Cylons and humans constructed had a hay loft. It wasn't actually used for hay, of course. Most people didn't think their first attempt at a crop would produce grass let alone the kind which would provide hay. Though that was beside the point, since there were no animals to require hay that were housed in the barn. There weren't many animals at all, really.
The loft was used for storage: bits of machinery, tools that had broken, a stack of unused firewood, a pile of tarps and several blankets for when naps and late nights were required.
It was also a popular place for pilots, ground crew and even civilians to go for a little private time. Tents and bunkhouses might be good for sleeping in, but only high-ranking crew had separate quarters, and even there, the walls were paper thin. As Starbuck once cracked, there was only so many times you could frak in the woods without getting tired of grass in your ass.
Which was just as well, since Starbuck made frequent use of the loft. Sometimes, she chased her husband up the ladder, sometimes it was other way around. On one memorable occasion, they made it up the ladder, but their clothing didn't.
It was just bad luck that Racetrack had needed Tyrol's help with something that day.
-*-
Kara was shoving at him before they made it inside the barn, "Move, Longshot."
A laugh escaped him and he grabbed for her hands, adroitly side-stepping a rake as he dragged her after him into the cool darkness. "I'm movin', babe. Shakin', too." Mid-day meant it was empty and free, a circumstance they were both pleased with. One week of extra CAPs and flights, shuttling down more colonists and stopping more land disputes than should be required of any CAG had left Kara cranky and starved for touch.
"Frak you--" she launched herself forward and over the rake, crashing into him and knocking him up against a support pillar. Her mouth hovered close to his, breath passing over his lips. "C'mon, Sammy. Hurry up."
Grabbing her hips, he pulled her hard against him, laughing as he let her take his mouth. The kiss was involved, full of tongues and hands and fingers pulling and shoving. Sam got her flight suit open and her tanks half-off before she dug her nails into his shoulders, "Gods, Kara," he growled, fingers tightening in the fabric of her tanks, feeling the washed-too-many-times fabric give just a little.
"Too slow." Kara said before jerking free and yanking her tanks off. Her bra came next, thrown towards the rack that normally held rakes and shovels. It missed, but she ignored that fact to work on her boots.
Sam took the hint and started on his own clothing, wondering if they were having a race (if so, Kara was definitely ahead, unless he felt like ripping something).
Dropping her socks and underwear on top of the heap of her flight suit, Kara stalked barefoot to the ladder and started up, calling sweetly over her shoulder, "Get up here or I'm doing this myself."
Since that was sort of a hot image, Sam grinned up at her as he shucked his underwear, "Yeah, baby? You promise?"
Off the ladder almost as fast as she'd gotten on it, Kara snickered, "You think I'd let you up here to watch?" She grabbed the upper end of the ladder, holding it away from the edge. "I could pull this up and leave you all alone, Sammy."
Moving swiftly, he wrapped his hands around a rung, "Don't think so, Starbuck. You're gonna have to let me up the ladder, or I'll leave you up there without a way down."
"You'll miss the show," she threatened as she let go and whirled away, disappearing from his view in an instant.
Sam swore and hurried up the ladder, pretty sure he didn't want to miss a single moment of a naked, horny Kara Thrace.
-*-
Two farmers had spent an hour delaying her on her last run, arguing over whether she'd delivered all the supplies they'd ordered. It had gotten bad enough, Kara had nearly pulled her side-arm and shot one of the motherfrakkers. She could still feel her irritation as Sam reached the top of the ladder. He was being too damned slow, but he didn't seem to realize the danger he was in.
Moving forward, she grabbed for his shoulders, nearly toppling them both back to the floor of the barn before he was able to lurch forward and half-roll onto the boards of the loft.
"Frak, Kara--"
"Now, Sam." She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up and he came, hands catching her by the waist before he ducked and tossed her over his shoulder.
She shrieked as she swung down, her hands smacking both butt cheeks while he started whistling and walking back towards the ratty pile of over-used blankets. "You asshole! Put me the frak down, or I've finding some rusty metal and castrating you--"
"That's not much of an incentive."
Kara growled and smacked his ass again before groping his legs and worming one hand between them. She could just barely brush his balls. It was enough to make him freeze for an instant, a shudder going through him. Then he tipped forward and set her back on her feet. Smirking up at him, Kara put her hands on her hips, "Thought you'd see it my way."
He was ready for her when she moved to tackle him, catching her and side-stepping to dissipate her momentum as he kissed her, mouth hot and devouring.
So Kara dropped her hand and cupped him, she made encouraging little noises as he hardened against her fingers before squeezing a little too hard. Sam's hands closed on her arms, fingers tightening for an instant as he pushed her backwards.
When he pulled back from her mouth, eyes dark, she laughed up at him, "Something wrong?"
"Nah," He ran his hands down her arms and then bumped up against her. "Thought you wanted to frak, Kara?"
Reminded, Kara dropped onto the blankets, dragging him down with her. They wrestled, Kara using tactics that would have been frowned upon in her academy days to get the upper hand. She shoved him onto his back and followed him, legs draping to either side of his torso. "It's a good thing you're a Cylon," she informed him as she bent forward so his talented mouth could have access to her breasts.
"Why's that?" he asked between nipples.
He bit down, though, and Kara's hands clenched in the blankets. "Gods..."
-*-
"Frak," Racetrack growled as she kicked the door into the barn. The place was deserted from the outside, and just as empty once she was looking inside. She'd needed to have a chat with Tyrol about the manifold in her raptor. It was making a persistent buzzing and Laird claimed there was nothing wrong.
She might have turned and headed towards the distant group she could see in the fields if she hadn't spotted the randomly-strewn clothing.
Damn. For once, she might have gossip before Punchline. Maggie would enjoy lording it over the Cylon, depending on who was up in the frakking loft. She was quiet as she made her way inside, easily identifying the inside-out flight suit as Captain Thrace's once she'd kicked one flap over.
A smirk broke out on her face as she listened to the activities in the loft above and eyed the ladder.
This would pay Starbuck back for that two days of having that stupid idiot Leapfrog training as her ECO. The only reason Maggie had gotten rid of the Two was that Starbuck had found him a better match: Redwing had gotten on her bad side again.
Luckily, the ladder was made of light materials, otherwise Racetrack might have needed to call in the cavalry as she tipped it back and then lugged it out of the barn. She slammed it into the door on her way out, but didn't think that had stopped the two in the loft. At least, there were no shouts of outrage as she hurried towards the air-strip.
"Racetrack!" It was one of the Eights, though not Punchline. Maggie was getting not great, but ok at recognizing them, though it was still difficult. This looked like one of the newer ones, the shiny uncertainty not quite worn off of her.
Maggie gave her another two weeks before she fell into her own place in the scheme of things. "What's up?"
"Sunflower," the Eight said, a wry twist to her lips, "And, yeah, I know," she continued with an eye-roll before she nodded at the ladder, "Need some help?"
"I was thinking of washing the canopy of my raptor. Yeah, thanks."
Together, they got the ladder to the airstrip, stopping only once along the way to have a chat with Tyrol as he headed from one work detail to another, bag of tools over his shoulder. It was with satisfaction that Maggie saw him divert towards the greenhouse at the edge of one of the fields.
-*-
"Uh, Kara?"
Stretching lazily, seriously considering dragging Sam back into the pile of blankets and working him over until he could frak her again, Kara grinned up at her husband as he came back from going to fetch the clothing they'd left strewn everywhere. It would be shift-change, soon, and some idiot might try to confiscate it all. "Yeah?"
Running a hand through his hair, Sam stared down at her for a moment, obviously appreciating the view. "The ladder's gone."
"Did it fall over?"
"Nope. It's gone," he replied, "Someone must have needed it while we were frakking."
Kara frowned, "That's not funny, Sam."
"I'm not joking."
The sincerity in his words was enough to get her on her feet. She sashayed past him, stopping for a grope and a kiss before heading to the edge of the loft. Sam was right. The ladder was gone. And so, for that matter, were their clothes.
"We really weren't paying attention," he said, coming up behind her. Now, he sounded amused.
"I'm distracting, honey. It's a talent."
He snickered and tugged her back against him. "So now what?"
"We decide whose ass to kick. Maybe nap." Kara stretched, leaning into him and feeling incredibly lazy. If she couldn't get to the ground, she didn't have to do paperwork. That felt like a damned good trade-off to being stuck in the loft with her incredibly warm and hot husband. Even if he was a Cylon and sometimes got on her nerves.
There'd be time later to find out who needed payback. In the meantime... Kara's hand drifted back to grope his hip.
-f-
pairing: Kara/Thrace/Sam Anders
rating: PG13/R, language, sexual innuendo, kissing, groping, etc.
spoilers: Revelation, Daybreakverse
length: 1900
notes: prodded by
palmetto a while ago. Isn't all porn, there is some vague... well, it is Sam and Kara, so it is mostly groping and sex. Little Red Barn
by ALC Punk!
Like any good barn, the structure Tyrol designed and the mixed crew of Cylons and humans constructed had a hay loft. It wasn't actually used for hay, of course. Most people didn't think their first attempt at a crop would produce grass let alone the kind which would provide hay. Though that was beside the point, since there were no animals to require hay that were housed in the barn. There weren't many animals at all, really.
The loft was used for storage: bits of machinery, tools that had broken, a stack of unused firewood, a pile of tarps and several blankets for when naps and late nights were required.
It was also a popular place for pilots, ground crew and even civilians to go for a little private time. Tents and bunkhouses might be good for sleeping in, but only high-ranking crew had separate quarters, and even there, the walls were paper thin. As Starbuck once cracked, there was only so many times you could frak in the woods without getting tired of grass in your ass.
Which was just as well, since Starbuck made frequent use of the loft. Sometimes, she chased her husband up the ladder, sometimes it was other way around. On one memorable occasion, they made it up the ladder, but their clothing didn't.
It was just bad luck that Racetrack had needed Tyrol's help with something that day.
-*-
Kara was shoving at him before they made it inside the barn, "Move, Longshot."
A laugh escaped him and he grabbed for her hands, adroitly side-stepping a rake as he dragged her after him into the cool darkness. "I'm movin', babe. Shakin', too." Mid-day meant it was empty and free, a circumstance they were both pleased with. One week of extra CAPs and flights, shuttling down more colonists and stopping more land disputes than should be required of any CAG had left Kara cranky and starved for touch.
"Frak you--" she launched herself forward and over the rake, crashing into him and knocking him up against a support pillar. Her mouth hovered close to his, breath passing over his lips. "C'mon, Sammy. Hurry up."
Grabbing her hips, he pulled her hard against him, laughing as he let her take his mouth. The kiss was involved, full of tongues and hands and fingers pulling and shoving. Sam got her flight suit open and her tanks half-off before she dug her nails into his shoulders, "Gods, Kara," he growled, fingers tightening in the fabric of her tanks, feeling the washed-too-many-times fabric give just a little.
"Too slow." Kara said before jerking free and yanking her tanks off. Her bra came next, thrown towards the rack that normally held rakes and shovels. It missed, but she ignored that fact to work on her boots.
Sam took the hint and started on his own clothing, wondering if they were having a race (if so, Kara was definitely ahead, unless he felt like ripping something).
Dropping her socks and underwear on top of the heap of her flight suit, Kara stalked barefoot to the ladder and started up, calling sweetly over her shoulder, "Get up here or I'm doing this myself."
Since that was sort of a hot image, Sam grinned up at her as he shucked his underwear, "Yeah, baby? You promise?"
Off the ladder almost as fast as she'd gotten on it, Kara snickered, "You think I'd let you up here to watch?" She grabbed the upper end of the ladder, holding it away from the edge. "I could pull this up and leave you all alone, Sammy."
Moving swiftly, he wrapped his hands around a rung, "Don't think so, Starbuck. You're gonna have to let me up the ladder, or I'll leave you up there without a way down."
"You'll miss the show," she threatened as she let go and whirled away, disappearing from his view in an instant.
Sam swore and hurried up the ladder, pretty sure he didn't want to miss a single moment of a naked, horny Kara Thrace.
-*-
Two farmers had spent an hour delaying her on her last run, arguing over whether she'd delivered all the supplies they'd ordered. It had gotten bad enough, Kara had nearly pulled her side-arm and shot one of the motherfrakkers. She could still feel her irritation as Sam reached the top of the ladder. He was being too damned slow, but he didn't seem to realize the danger he was in.
Moving forward, she grabbed for his shoulders, nearly toppling them both back to the floor of the barn before he was able to lurch forward and half-roll onto the boards of the loft.
"Frak, Kara--"
"Now, Sam." She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up and he came, hands catching her by the waist before he ducked and tossed her over his shoulder.
She shrieked as she swung down, her hands smacking both butt cheeks while he started whistling and walking back towards the ratty pile of over-used blankets. "You asshole! Put me the frak down, or I've finding some rusty metal and castrating you--"
"That's not much of an incentive."
Kara growled and smacked his ass again before groping his legs and worming one hand between them. She could just barely brush his balls. It was enough to make him freeze for an instant, a shudder going through him. Then he tipped forward and set her back on her feet. Smirking up at him, Kara put her hands on her hips, "Thought you'd see it my way."
He was ready for her when she moved to tackle him, catching her and side-stepping to dissipate her momentum as he kissed her, mouth hot and devouring.
So Kara dropped her hand and cupped him, she made encouraging little noises as he hardened against her fingers before squeezing a little too hard. Sam's hands closed on her arms, fingers tightening for an instant as he pushed her backwards.
When he pulled back from her mouth, eyes dark, she laughed up at him, "Something wrong?"
"Nah," He ran his hands down her arms and then bumped up against her. "Thought you wanted to frak, Kara?"
Reminded, Kara dropped onto the blankets, dragging him down with her. They wrestled, Kara using tactics that would have been frowned upon in her academy days to get the upper hand. She shoved him onto his back and followed him, legs draping to either side of his torso. "It's a good thing you're a Cylon," she informed him as she bent forward so his talented mouth could have access to her breasts.
"Why's that?" he asked between nipples.
He bit down, though, and Kara's hands clenched in the blankets. "Gods..."
-*-
"Frak," Racetrack growled as she kicked the door into the barn. The place was deserted from the outside, and just as empty once she was looking inside. She'd needed to have a chat with Tyrol about the manifold in her raptor. It was making a persistent buzzing and Laird claimed there was nothing wrong.
She might have turned and headed towards the distant group she could see in the fields if she hadn't spotted the randomly-strewn clothing.
Damn. For once, she might have gossip before Punchline. Maggie would enjoy lording it over the Cylon, depending on who was up in the frakking loft. She was quiet as she made her way inside, easily identifying the inside-out flight suit as Captain Thrace's once she'd kicked one flap over.
A smirk broke out on her face as she listened to the activities in the loft above and eyed the ladder.
This would pay Starbuck back for that two days of having that stupid idiot Leapfrog training as her ECO. The only reason Maggie had gotten rid of the Two was that Starbuck had found him a better match: Redwing had gotten on her bad side again.
Luckily, the ladder was made of light materials, otherwise Racetrack might have needed to call in the cavalry as she tipped it back and then lugged it out of the barn. She slammed it into the door on her way out, but didn't think that had stopped the two in the loft. At least, there were no shouts of outrage as she hurried towards the air-strip.
"Racetrack!" It was one of the Eights, though not Punchline. Maggie was getting not great, but ok at recognizing them, though it was still difficult. This looked like one of the newer ones, the shiny uncertainty not quite worn off of her.
Maggie gave her another two weeks before she fell into her own place in the scheme of things. "What's up?"
"Sunflower," the Eight said, a wry twist to her lips, "And, yeah, I know," she continued with an eye-roll before she nodded at the ladder, "Need some help?"
"I was thinking of washing the canopy of my raptor. Yeah, thanks."
Together, they got the ladder to the airstrip, stopping only once along the way to have a chat with Tyrol as he headed from one work detail to another, bag of tools over his shoulder. It was with satisfaction that Maggie saw him divert towards the greenhouse at the edge of one of the fields.
-*-
"Uh, Kara?"
Stretching lazily, seriously considering dragging Sam back into the pile of blankets and working him over until he could frak her again, Kara grinned up at her husband as he came back from going to fetch the clothing they'd left strewn everywhere. It would be shift-change, soon, and some idiot might try to confiscate it all. "Yeah?"
Running a hand through his hair, Sam stared down at her for a moment, obviously appreciating the view. "The ladder's gone."
"Did it fall over?"
"Nope. It's gone," he replied, "Someone must have needed it while we were frakking."
Kara frowned, "That's not funny, Sam."
"I'm not joking."
The sincerity in his words was enough to get her on her feet. She sashayed past him, stopping for a grope and a kiss before heading to the edge of the loft. Sam was right. The ladder was gone. And so, for that matter, were their clothes.
"We really weren't paying attention," he said, coming up behind her. Now, he sounded amused.
"I'm distracting, honey. It's a talent."
He snickered and tugged her back against him. "So now what?"
"We decide whose ass to kick. Maybe nap." Kara stretched, leaning into him and feeling incredibly lazy. If she couldn't get to the ground, she didn't have to do paperwork. That felt like a damned good trade-off to being stuck in the loft with her incredibly warm and hot husband. Even if he was a Cylon and sometimes got on her nerves.
There'd be time later to find out who needed payback. In the meantime... Kara's hand drifted back to grope his hip.
-f-
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