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fic: After the Band Plays, Kara/Sam, PG13, groping etc.
disclaimer: not mine
length: 2000
pairing: Kara/Sam
spoilers: SaGN
set: er....
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hecatesknickers.
After the Band Plays
by ALC Punk!
She is going to give him so much shit.
Tucking a handful of long blonde hair behind one ear, Kara Thrace wove her way between concert-goers, laughing a little inside at the teenagers swooning over Sam Anders' latest hit. They all thought he was singing to them, the way his soulful blue gaze had swept the auditorium. Her hair had escaped from the slicked-back ponytail she normally sported (at least when not flying), which annoyed her a little but she didn't think anyone would mind.
Unable to resist the little smirk on her lips as she finally reached the door leading to backstage, Kara wondered what the women swooning would think if they knew Sam Anders was singing to a scrubby little pilot, just on leave from a long tour on an aircraft carrier. Probably be unimpressed and turn up their noses.
"Restricted, miss," the guard on the right said as she stopped in front of them expectantly.
"Oh, right--" Digging in her pocket, she produced the laminated pass Sam had mailed her months ago. She'd had more than a few close calls with that pass, but none of her poker buddies had succeeded in winning it off of her. And she was quite a bit richer for their stupidity. "He sent me this."
He looked it over, then handed it back with a nod and opened the door. Behind her, Kara could hear annoyed voices, women (and some men), loudly complaining that the guards were letting anyone who wasn't one of Sam's best friends and fans backstage. She ignored them.
Backstage was quieter, the sounds muffled by thick white walls and a band of carpeting down the center of the cement hallway.
It wasn't hard to spot Sam's door, since there were two people standing around--Tory Foster, his agent; and Galen Tyrol, the technician who ran the boards for him. Kara grinned when she spotted them. Tory didn't exactly see Kara as a good match for her rock star, but then again, it was hard to imagine who Foster would prefer outside of herself.
"Thrace."
"Hey--" Kara laughed a little as Tyrol hauled her into a hug, big jovial grin on his face. "My ribs!"
"Didn't think you'd make it," he replied, setting her back on her feet, "Last we'd heard, your plane was delayed in Washington."
She made a face, "It was. So I borrowed another one and flew here."
"Please tell me you're joking," Foster said, her voice filled with a slight amount of worry. Being the publicist and agent for Sam Anders occasionally left her with a lot of stress, especially when he got linked to such controversial women.
"Can't." With a careless shrug, Kara reached for the doorknob. "I'll give it back tomorrow. Promise."
Leaving Foster groaning and Tyrol grinning, Kara slipped inside the dressing-room, closing the door with a thud.
The sound caused the room's only occupant--very obviously in the attached bathroom, given the water still running--to shout, "I meant it, Foster, I don't want to be disturbed!"
"So I should go away, then?" Kara asked.
Silence for a moment, and then Sam came out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him. His pants were half-unzipped and he'd left his shirt behind. Not that Kara objected, eyes greedily taking in the expanse of naked skin before her. "Kara?"
"No, it's that girl you were dedicating your song to," she replied, rolling her eyes.
A grin dragged at his lips and he came towards her, "I wasn't sure if you'd make it, I mean, Galen said--" he caught her hands with his, a little uncertain as he looked at her."
"Not my fault the navy is shit at getting a pilot home. If they'd let me take my plane..." She grinned even more at the way he didn't seem sure of her and pushed up on her toes, one hand going to the back of his neck, "So you missed me?"
"Hell, yes--" he dropped his hands to her waist and hauled her close, dipping his head to kiss her.
Glad to see his uncertainty had passed, Kara wrapped her arm up around his neck and stroked her other hand down his chest, ignoring the fact that he was getting her uniform wet. She was going to give him shit about that song. Just as soon as she got tired of kissing him.
Which would take about a century, so she reluctantly pushed him away and leaned back into the door. "So. Dedicated to the woman you love, huh? Pretty touchy-feely, there, Anders."
"Who says it was about you?" he teased, turning to go back into the bathroom for a towel.
"Oh! Was it for one of your groupies? 'Oh, Sammy!'," she imitated, her voice high-pitched as she followed him, "'You're so DREAMY and sexy!'"
"Thank you."
Laughing a little, Kara leaned against the door jam, watching as he finished clearing the counter. He mopped up the water from the counter with a towel. "You are so good at cleaning, Anders. Wanna come do my apartment for me?"
"Gonna pay me?"
"Hell, no." She pushed away from the wall and turned away to poke around his dressing room. Absently, she undid the buttons of her uniform tunic, feeling a little less constricted when her jacket was crumpled across one of the spare chairs.
"Did you want dinner?" Sam asked, coming out with his shirt on and neatly tucked into his pants.
Kara missed his bare chest, but admitted that sharing it with the crowd probably waiting outside the stage door would be annoying. "Oh, I don't need food, Sammy. I have you!"
Not missing her sweet and syrupy tone, he raised his eyebrows, "Still pissed about the dedication, huh?"
"Didn't say I was pissed." Kara pushed past him into the bathroom to wash her hands, needing something to do. She wasn't used to men wearing their hearts on their sleeves and telling a crowd of ten thousand that they loved her. And she didn't really want to be used to it, either.
"Annoyed, then--"
She turned to look at him, smirking a little, "Nah. Amused. You are such a sappy asshole, Anders."
"Helps that you're so hot, Thrace," he shot back, moving into the bathroom and crowding her up against the sink and its counter. "So, are you actually hungry, or did you eat?"
"Why, you got plans?"
"I was thinking of finding out how many times I can make you say my name--" he grinned as she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and bent his head, mouth hovering over hers. "Unless you can think of a good reason you wouldn't."
"You could be lousy in bed," Kara suggested, trying to get his hands back on her.
"That a challenge?"
She stepped into him, pressing up against his chest and making him grab her to keep both their balances, "Guess, rock star."
A laugh escaped him and he kissed her again, fingers tugging her blouse from her trousers and sliding underneath. "I've always liked a challenge, though what happens if I disappoint?"
"I shoot you."
They both laughed, and Sam pulled away from her to head back into the other room. "Let me finish packing my gear and we can head off to dinner."
A little sad he hadn't just followed her urging and gotten them both off in the bathroom, Kara had to concede that there wasn't a bed to be used in the small room. She grabbed her jacket and pulled it back on. "What needs to be packed?"
It didn't take them long to get everything ready to go, and by then Tyrol was knocking on the door saying the bus was pulled up and ready to go. The three of them lugged Sam's guitars and other paraphernalia to the outer door where they stopped. Foster was there with several burly security guards. Kara had to raise an eyebrow until the double doors were opened and she realized that the roar she'd been hearing wasn't from the bus. There was a large crowd of fans, cheering and waving. Some were shrieking at Sam that they loved him, and Kara saw more than one flash her breasts for his benefit.
Once on the bus, Kara followed Sam into the rear compartment, laughing at him when he flopped down on a seat with a great sigh. "Oh, it's so hard to be you, Sammy. All those nubile women, not to mention the men--"
He rolled his head and looked at her, smirking a little, "Gonna try to make me forget 'em?"
"Don't have to 'try'." Kara replied cheerfully, moving to sit across from him. "My tits are better, for one thing."
"I don't know, there was that one redhead--"
"Redheads now, huh?" Not in the least bit worried, Kara settled into her seat and wriggled a little to get comfortable. After thirty-six hours of travel, she wasn't exactly happy to be moving again, but it beat sitting in that drafty stadium.
"Think we should stop so you can buy some hair dye?"
Kara snickered, but still threw him a glare, "Not funny, Anders. Last time I dyed my hair they cited me and I was grounded for ten days."
"Red is not the same as blue, Kara."
"You haven't met my CO," she retorted. Saul Tigh would like to see her busted back to corporal, if he could. But she was too good a pilot for them to ground like that, so she retained her lieutenancy. It didn't help Tigh's case that his CO thought she was just fine, and considered her frequent stays in hack as just simply soldierly hijinks.
"Not sure I want to. He sounds worse than my old orchestra master." Sam shifted on his seat, then stood and came towards her, "Move over."
"Why?"
He snorted and leaned down, hand on the seat in front of her, "Because I want to grope you and that's hard to do from the other side of the bus."
"Thought you liked redheads better."
"Changed my mind," he murmured, kissing her again and staying up-right even when the bus bounced around a turn.
Kara fisted her hand in his shirt again and moved, hauling him down onto the seat next to her. They shifted until Kara was kneeling, straddling his lap for stability. Her fingers stroked through his hair, messing it up as much as possible. His hands tugged her jacket off and then slid under the back of her shirt, stroking her skin again. Kara enjoyed the sensation for a little while before pulling back and smirking down at him.
"Thought you were buying me dinner, first."
His eyebrows shot up, "Didn't know you were hungry."
"Starving." She smacked his shoulder, "I've been in one plane or another since Tuesday."
"It's almost Friday, Kara."
"Yes." She leaned down and kissed him again, "That's why you're buying me dinner, rock star."
He laughed, hands stroking down her back as he grinned at her lazily, "Do I get a reward if I do?"
"Sure." Her smirk got deeper and she leaned back, balancing easily, "I won't castrate you for dedicating a song to a woman you couldn't even name."
Sam blinked at her, then laughed, "You're pissed because I didn't name you?"
"Nope. Pissed because every woman thinks it's them." She leaned back down, mouth brushing his, "And you're mine, not theirs."
A soft groan escaped Sam, and his hands tightened on her back, pulling her firmly against him. "Not my fault. Foster's decision."
Kara made a crude suggestion and kissed him harder.
Neither of them paid attention when the bus stopped. But when Tyrol barged in and swore, they reluctantly parted. After all, Kara was definitely starving, and Sam probably was, too. And he needed more mocking for his ridiculous dedication before she let him feel her up some more.
-f-
length: 2000
pairing: Kara/Sam
spoilers: SaGN
set: er....
notes: I blame
hecatesknickers.After the Band Plays
by ALC Punk!
She is going to give him so much shit.
Tucking a handful of long blonde hair behind one ear, Kara Thrace wove her way between concert-goers, laughing a little inside at the teenagers swooning over Sam Anders' latest hit. They all thought he was singing to them, the way his soulful blue gaze had swept the auditorium. Her hair had escaped from the slicked-back ponytail she normally sported (at least when not flying), which annoyed her a little but she didn't think anyone would mind.
Unable to resist the little smirk on her lips as she finally reached the door leading to backstage, Kara wondered what the women swooning would think if they knew Sam Anders was singing to a scrubby little pilot, just on leave from a long tour on an aircraft carrier. Probably be unimpressed and turn up their noses.
"Restricted, miss," the guard on the right said as she stopped in front of them expectantly.
"Oh, right--" Digging in her pocket, she produced the laminated pass Sam had mailed her months ago. She'd had more than a few close calls with that pass, but none of her poker buddies had succeeded in winning it off of her. And she was quite a bit richer for their stupidity. "He sent me this."
He looked it over, then handed it back with a nod and opened the door. Behind her, Kara could hear annoyed voices, women (and some men), loudly complaining that the guards were letting anyone who wasn't one of Sam's best friends and fans backstage. She ignored them.
Backstage was quieter, the sounds muffled by thick white walls and a band of carpeting down the center of the cement hallway.
It wasn't hard to spot Sam's door, since there were two people standing around--Tory Foster, his agent; and Galen Tyrol, the technician who ran the boards for him. Kara grinned when she spotted them. Tory didn't exactly see Kara as a good match for her rock star, but then again, it was hard to imagine who Foster would prefer outside of herself.
"Thrace."
"Hey--" Kara laughed a little as Tyrol hauled her into a hug, big jovial grin on his face. "My ribs!"
"Didn't think you'd make it," he replied, setting her back on her feet, "Last we'd heard, your plane was delayed in Washington."
She made a face, "It was. So I borrowed another one and flew here."
"Please tell me you're joking," Foster said, her voice filled with a slight amount of worry. Being the publicist and agent for Sam Anders occasionally left her with a lot of stress, especially when he got linked to such controversial women.
"Can't." With a careless shrug, Kara reached for the doorknob. "I'll give it back tomorrow. Promise."
Leaving Foster groaning and Tyrol grinning, Kara slipped inside the dressing-room, closing the door with a thud.
The sound caused the room's only occupant--very obviously in the attached bathroom, given the water still running--to shout, "I meant it, Foster, I don't want to be disturbed!"
"So I should go away, then?" Kara asked.
Silence for a moment, and then Sam came out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him. His pants were half-unzipped and he'd left his shirt behind. Not that Kara objected, eyes greedily taking in the expanse of naked skin before her. "Kara?"
"No, it's that girl you were dedicating your song to," she replied, rolling her eyes.
A grin dragged at his lips and he came towards her, "I wasn't sure if you'd make it, I mean, Galen said--" he caught her hands with his, a little uncertain as he looked at her."
"Not my fault the navy is shit at getting a pilot home. If they'd let me take my plane..." She grinned even more at the way he didn't seem sure of her and pushed up on her toes, one hand going to the back of his neck, "So you missed me?"
"Hell, yes--" he dropped his hands to her waist and hauled her close, dipping his head to kiss her.
Glad to see his uncertainty had passed, Kara wrapped her arm up around his neck and stroked her other hand down his chest, ignoring the fact that he was getting her uniform wet. She was going to give him shit about that song. Just as soon as she got tired of kissing him.
Which would take about a century, so she reluctantly pushed him away and leaned back into the door. "So. Dedicated to the woman you love, huh? Pretty touchy-feely, there, Anders."
"Who says it was about you?" he teased, turning to go back into the bathroom for a towel.
"Oh! Was it for one of your groupies? 'Oh, Sammy!'," she imitated, her voice high-pitched as she followed him, "'You're so DREAMY and sexy!'"
"Thank you."
Laughing a little, Kara leaned against the door jam, watching as he finished clearing the counter. He mopped up the water from the counter with a towel. "You are so good at cleaning, Anders. Wanna come do my apartment for me?"
"Gonna pay me?"
"Hell, no." She pushed away from the wall and turned away to poke around his dressing room. Absently, she undid the buttons of her uniform tunic, feeling a little less constricted when her jacket was crumpled across one of the spare chairs.
"Did you want dinner?" Sam asked, coming out with his shirt on and neatly tucked into his pants.
Kara missed his bare chest, but admitted that sharing it with the crowd probably waiting outside the stage door would be annoying. "Oh, I don't need food, Sammy. I have you!"
Not missing her sweet and syrupy tone, he raised his eyebrows, "Still pissed about the dedication, huh?"
"Didn't say I was pissed." Kara pushed past him into the bathroom to wash her hands, needing something to do. She wasn't used to men wearing their hearts on their sleeves and telling a crowd of ten thousand that they loved her. And she didn't really want to be used to it, either.
"Annoyed, then--"
She turned to look at him, smirking a little, "Nah. Amused. You are such a sappy asshole, Anders."
"Helps that you're so hot, Thrace," he shot back, moving into the bathroom and crowding her up against the sink and its counter. "So, are you actually hungry, or did you eat?"
"Why, you got plans?"
"I was thinking of finding out how many times I can make you say my name--" he grinned as she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and bent his head, mouth hovering over hers. "Unless you can think of a good reason you wouldn't."
"You could be lousy in bed," Kara suggested, trying to get his hands back on her.
"That a challenge?"
She stepped into him, pressing up against his chest and making him grab her to keep both their balances, "Guess, rock star."
A laugh escaped him and he kissed her again, fingers tugging her blouse from her trousers and sliding underneath. "I've always liked a challenge, though what happens if I disappoint?"
"I shoot you."
They both laughed, and Sam pulled away from her to head back into the other room. "Let me finish packing my gear and we can head off to dinner."
A little sad he hadn't just followed her urging and gotten them both off in the bathroom, Kara had to concede that there wasn't a bed to be used in the small room. She grabbed her jacket and pulled it back on. "What needs to be packed?"
It didn't take them long to get everything ready to go, and by then Tyrol was knocking on the door saying the bus was pulled up and ready to go. The three of them lugged Sam's guitars and other paraphernalia to the outer door where they stopped. Foster was there with several burly security guards. Kara had to raise an eyebrow until the double doors were opened and she realized that the roar she'd been hearing wasn't from the bus. There was a large crowd of fans, cheering and waving. Some were shrieking at Sam that they loved him, and Kara saw more than one flash her breasts for his benefit.
Once on the bus, Kara followed Sam into the rear compartment, laughing at him when he flopped down on a seat with a great sigh. "Oh, it's so hard to be you, Sammy. All those nubile women, not to mention the men--"
He rolled his head and looked at her, smirking a little, "Gonna try to make me forget 'em?"
"Don't have to 'try'." Kara replied cheerfully, moving to sit across from him. "My tits are better, for one thing."
"I don't know, there was that one redhead--"
"Redheads now, huh?" Not in the least bit worried, Kara settled into her seat and wriggled a little to get comfortable. After thirty-six hours of travel, she wasn't exactly happy to be moving again, but it beat sitting in that drafty stadium.
"Think we should stop so you can buy some hair dye?"
Kara snickered, but still threw him a glare, "Not funny, Anders. Last time I dyed my hair they cited me and I was grounded for ten days."
"Red is not the same as blue, Kara."
"You haven't met my CO," she retorted. Saul Tigh would like to see her busted back to corporal, if he could. But she was too good a pilot for them to ground like that, so she retained her lieutenancy. It didn't help Tigh's case that his CO thought she was just fine, and considered her frequent stays in hack as just simply soldierly hijinks.
"Not sure I want to. He sounds worse than my old orchestra master." Sam shifted on his seat, then stood and came towards her, "Move over."
"Why?"
He snorted and leaned down, hand on the seat in front of her, "Because I want to grope you and that's hard to do from the other side of the bus."
"Thought you liked redheads better."
"Changed my mind," he murmured, kissing her again and staying up-right even when the bus bounced around a turn.
Kara fisted her hand in his shirt again and moved, hauling him down onto the seat next to her. They shifted until Kara was kneeling, straddling his lap for stability. Her fingers stroked through his hair, messing it up as much as possible. His hands tugged her jacket off and then slid under the back of her shirt, stroking her skin again. Kara enjoyed the sensation for a little while before pulling back and smirking down at him.
"Thought you were buying me dinner, first."
His eyebrows shot up, "Didn't know you were hungry."
"Starving." She smacked his shoulder, "I've been in one plane or another since Tuesday."
"It's almost Friday, Kara."
"Yes." She leaned down and kissed him again, "That's why you're buying me dinner, rock star."
He laughed, hands stroking down her back as he grinned at her lazily, "Do I get a reward if I do?"
"Sure." Her smirk got deeper and she leaned back, balancing easily, "I won't castrate you for dedicating a song to a woman you couldn't even name."
Sam blinked at her, then laughed, "You're pissed because I didn't name you?"
"Nope. Pissed because every woman thinks it's them." She leaned back down, mouth brushing his, "And you're mine, not theirs."
A soft groan escaped Sam, and his hands tightened on her back, pulling her firmly against him. "Not my fault. Foster's decision."
Kara made a crude suggestion and kissed him harder.
Neither of them paid attention when the bus stopped. But when Tyrol barged in and swore, they reluctantly parted. After all, Kara was definitely starving, and Sam probably was, too. And he needed more mocking for his ridiculous dedication before she let him feel her up some more.
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I am frightened at having ideas for more (especially if I get to put Billy on bass somewhere and Kara and Helo in a bar fight. Or something.)
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AND HAHAH. Yes, true. She hasn't quite reached Kara finding Earth age yet (then again, Sam is... not as old, either).
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*gleeful* Now I demand something more like this from canon.
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Oh, Earth Sam and Earth Kara! You are awesome and I want to know how you met!
Lyssie, you made my day as always!
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I have not decided how they met! I may have to open it for suggestions. Because on the one hand, I like the idea of a random bar brawl sort of hook-up. But then there's also that Sam is doing the USO thing and Kara drags him off to climb him, or---
SO MANY CHOICES.
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Thank you =)
your turn. *flees*no subject
put up the prompt for porn battle and I will try to do something not dripping with angst, I swear. You know there's a good chance it'll go longno subject
I'm ok with long. I'm sort of torn about where they meet. I should also get cracking on those promptsno subject
I clearly need to be a bad influence more often.
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Thank you =)