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fic: Kara/Sam, BSG, What the Flight Manual Doesn't Recommend, Page Eight, R
Battlestar Galactica, Anders/Starbuck, wires
disclaimer: not mine
rating: R. sex, language
pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders
length: 1700+
set: round about Sine Qua Non, pre-Revelations, but post the Demetrius arc
notes: this is for the Porn Battle, but it sort of went over. Sigh.
What the Flight Manual Doesn't Recommend, Page Eight
by ALC Punk!
If someone had told Kara that finding her husband surrounded by the guts of a raptor would be attractive, she would have laughed. First of all, Sam didn't know shit about raptor systems, not how they were put together or how to track a fault to its source.
But here he was, surrounded by wires and a junction box or two, diagnostic screen in one big hand as he fiddled under the console, his head tilted and neck at an angle that has to hurt.
"Pilot and deckhand, huh, Sammy?" The caustic tone of her voice is harsher than she'd intended. But she remembered his words on the basestar, and wondered what else there was about him that she'd missed.
"Someone has to keep these birds in the air," he replied, tone absent.
"What'd you do, get Sharon to jack you into the raptor's systems? Download schematics?" It was a joke, but he flinched and she wondered about that. But not too hard.
He finished what he was doing and set the screen to the side, rolling his shoulders as he looked up at her, eyes calm. "I had a lot of time to do a lot of reading after New Caprica." He tilted his head back against the console and smirked at her a little, "It's not that different from deciphering old pyramid plays."
"Oh, bullshit." It was weird to think of him pestering the Chief, though. Falling back on old routines, Kara moved towards him and dropped to her knees next to him. "You know you're scheduled for CAP in two hours, right?"
"Hardball said she'd stick her head in," he confirmed.
Kara realized that she was disappointed that he didn't reach out and touch her. Time was, Sam wouldn't be able to keep his hands from her person. She wondered if the change was because of her treatment of him on the Demetrius, or something else. Maybe he couldn't handle her being back from the dead. Not really.
"Then we got time."
"Time?"
She smirked, leaning forward, hand latching onto the console next to his head, "Ever frakked in a raptor, ensign?"
Maybe he'd been waiting for permission. His hand snaked out to pull at her flight suit, "You offering, Captain?"
It's different, looking down at him here in this place that was so much more her domain than his. He'd been in her rack, she'd been in his on the Salpica, they'd frakked in a few storage rooms. But a raptor is closer to her home, closer to a viper (even if Kara wasn't so sure she felt at home anywhere, now that she'd been to Earth. But at least Earth wasn't pulling at her skin anymore). He'd invaded that, with his flight suit and his damned height and his easy grin as he traded insults like a viper pilot who'd been out in the black for years.
His hand pulled at her again, fingers snagged in one of her pockets. "Should I close the hatch, or are you gonna be quiet?"
That made her laugh a little, and she started unzipping her suit, pulling it off her arms and leaving it bunched at her waist. While she could use a shower, she doubted Sam would give a shit. "Oh, I don't think it's me that's caused more than one noise violation."
"Quiet Kara Thrace, huh?" He chuckled and unzipped his own flight suit, reaching inside to stroke himself as he watched her. "Gonna have to be fast, if I'm going to be recovered enough to fly."
"Anders, didn't they teach you how to frak and fly?" Mockingly, she leaned in and kissed him, getting distracted from her next thought by his mouth on hers. Gods. Even with the exhaustion still bubbling below the surface, Kara felt more alive than she had in months. Years, maybe.
"Didn't go to the academy, Starbuck." He replied, mouth pulling away from hers and drifting down to her throat, where he sucked hard on the pulse-point.
She squirmed and smacked his shoulder. "You leave a mark, I will schedule you triple shifts--"
"Ooh, baby, you're hot when you're being CAG."
Gods. He was mocking her. Kara narrowed her eyes and reached down, nails blunt, but digging into his skin through his shirts. "Don't think you wanna piss me off, Sammy."
"Heard that." His hands moved to her waist, pushing her flight suit down and one slipped inside her underwear.
Kara fisted her hand in his shirt, breath hissing out as she involuntarily rocked her hips, pressing into his fingers.
"Try not to rip my shirt, baby. Quartermaster already gave me shit for the last one you ruined."
"Shut up," she suggested, mouth hard against his. Realizing that only one of his hands was on her body, she brushed her hand down his other arm, following it to where he was slowly stroking himself. Wrapping her fingers around him, she bit down on his lower lip.
He twitched, moaning into her mouth.
Balanced on her knees, leaning into him, Kara didn't feel precarious. It wasn't like hanging off a cliff or getting caught in a tailspin, feeling your viper fall towards atmosphere. And that scared her. The sense of rightness, of comfort had her pulling back from him, panting a little.
"Kara?"
"Nothing. Just--" She ached, body tense, that feeling of something unfinished tugging at her. If she walked out now, she'd be annoyed for the rest of the day. Shit. Why had she started this? If she stayed... She could get it over with fast, like yanking a band-aid off. She had ten hours to go before getting her own shower and rack time, and twitching every time someone bumped into her would only add to her reputation as a crazy bitch.
She wouldn't mind that.
Decision made, she stood and shoved her flight suit down her legs, yanking a boot off with it. "I'm late for a meeting."
"Get down here, then," he suggested, almost amused. He stroked himself, hips rocking a little as he watched her.
"Frak--" she knelt back, crawling into his lap, straddling him and barely noticing the cold of the raptor's floor against her knees as his hands slid up the back of her shirt.
Bracing herself on the console, she yelped a little when his cold hands brushed around her stomach and moved up to her breasts. Even through the bra, she could feel how cold they were. "You been handling ice, Sammy?"
"Nah." He pushed her shirts and bra out of his way, then leaned in and kissed her hardening nipple.
"I said this needed to be fast--" she shoved at his shoulder, trying to wriggle down, needing him inside of her now. This needed to be over and done with.
He laughed a little, then licked her nipple, "I didn't agree to anything, Kara."
Kara's reply was lost in a strangled little moan as his mouth closed over the nipple. Her eyes drifted closed and she leaned into his mouth, fingers reaching to slide though his hair. Gods. Reaching down as far as she could, she brushed a finger over the tip of his cock, smirking a little at the way his breath caught when she did it again.
His hands brushed against her skin, then he tilted his head back, releasing her nipple, and sighed. "This your first frak in a raptor?"
Surprised and thrown a little, Kara answered truthfully, "No." She shifted downwards, his hands helping her until she could slide down onto him, a moan escaping her.
"Didn't think so." He flicked his finger against her neglected nipple, then began encouraging her to move.
Finding the right rhythm, with the decking beginning to make her knees numb and the chill in the air making her regret taking her flight suit off, Kara was torn between the sense that this was routine and a strange feeling of inevitability. The last time she'd been anywhere close to frakking someone in a raptor, Lee Adama had ended things with tortured looks and stupid logic.
Sam kissed her mouth, distracting her train of thought. Maybe that was a good thing.
With one hand on the console, Kara kept herself moving, amused at Sam's little whispers of encouragement, his hands dragging at her skin until she was lost to everything but the smell of plastic and him. Coming down, she could still feel him, hard and steady inside of her.
"Mmm." She nipped his lip again, then pulled her mouth free of his, hands brushing against his shoulders. "I could get up and leave, y'know."
He laughed a little and his hands clamped down on her hips, fingers pressing into her flesh in a way that made her twitch and grind down against him. "Don't think you're goin' anywhere, Kara."
"You wanted to be frakked in a raptor, Sammy," she pointed out, her breath still short. His hands and his dick weren't helping her breathing to slow down, either, and she arched a little, hand back on the console to pull herself up before she dropped down, taking him in even deeper.
"Think you're the one who offered," he pointed out, before she did that long, slow thing again.
Kara could feel how close she was and she laughed again, "You're such an easy slut, honey."
"Look who's talking," he fired back, voice too breathless for there to be any venom.
Which was just as well. She slapped his shoulder again, then concentrated on squeezing down as she frakked him into orgasm. It didn't take very long, his mouth desperate against hers as he came.
Kara felt him sag back against the console and relaxed into him with a snicker. "Good thing you're not a screamer, Sammy."
"Didn't try hard enough," he teased back.
Someone climbed up onto the wing of the raptor, boots echoing dully through the bay outside. "Longshot?" Diana Seelix called, "You done, we--"
Kara twisted around and waved at Hardball. "Don't worry, he'll be ready."
"Looks like he already was," the deckhand-turned-pilot muttered before she shrugged. "Catch you later, Anders."
Sam was laughing a little, breath coming out in little puffs against her ear until she turned back to glare at him. "Sorry, it's just--" His hands on her waist tugged a little, "--all those times on New Caprica, and we don't get caught until now?"
"Oh, we got caught," Kara assured him, though she shared his amusement. She kissed him with a loud smack. "You just were too busy to notice."
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disclaimer: not mine
rating: R. sex, language
pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders
length: 1700+
set: round about Sine Qua Non, pre-Revelations, but post the Demetrius arc
notes: this is for the Porn Battle, but it sort of went over. Sigh.
What the Flight Manual Doesn't Recommend, Page Eight
by ALC Punk!
If someone had told Kara that finding her husband surrounded by the guts of a raptor would be attractive, she would have laughed. First of all, Sam didn't know shit about raptor systems, not how they were put together or how to track a fault to its source.
But here he was, surrounded by wires and a junction box or two, diagnostic screen in one big hand as he fiddled under the console, his head tilted and neck at an angle that has to hurt.
"Pilot and deckhand, huh, Sammy?" The caustic tone of her voice is harsher than she'd intended. But she remembered his words on the basestar, and wondered what else there was about him that she'd missed.
"Someone has to keep these birds in the air," he replied, tone absent.
"What'd you do, get Sharon to jack you into the raptor's systems? Download schematics?" It was a joke, but he flinched and she wondered about that. But not too hard.
He finished what he was doing and set the screen to the side, rolling his shoulders as he looked up at her, eyes calm. "I had a lot of time to do a lot of reading after New Caprica." He tilted his head back against the console and smirked at her a little, "It's not that different from deciphering old pyramid plays."
"Oh, bullshit." It was weird to think of him pestering the Chief, though. Falling back on old routines, Kara moved towards him and dropped to her knees next to him. "You know you're scheduled for CAP in two hours, right?"
"Hardball said she'd stick her head in," he confirmed.
Kara realized that she was disappointed that he didn't reach out and touch her. Time was, Sam wouldn't be able to keep his hands from her person. She wondered if the change was because of her treatment of him on the Demetrius, or something else. Maybe he couldn't handle her being back from the dead. Not really.
"Then we got time."
"Time?"
She smirked, leaning forward, hand latching onto the console next to his head, "Ever frakked in a raptor, ensign?"
Maybe he'd been waiting for permission. His hand snaked out to pull at her flight suit, "You offering, Captain?"
It's different, looking down at him here in this place that was so much more her domain than his. He'd been in her rack, she'd been in his on the Salpica, they'd frakked in a few storage rooms. But a raptor is closer to her home, closer to a viper (even if Kara wasn't so sure she felt at home anywhere, now that she'd been to Earth. But at least Earth wasn't pulling at her skin anymore). He'd invaded that, with his flight suit and his damned height and his easy grin as he traded insults like a viper pilot who'd been out in the black for years.
His hand pulled at her again, fingers snagged in one of her pockets. "Should I close the hatch, or are you gonna be quiet?"
That made her laugh a little, and she started unzipping her suit, pulling it off her arms and leaving it bunched at her waist. While she could use a shower, she doubted Sam would give a shit. "Oh, I don't think it's me that's caused more than one noise violation."
"Quiet Kara Thrace, huh?" He chuckled and unzipped his own flight suit, reaching inside to stroke himself as he watched her. "Gonna have to be fast, if I'm going to be recovered enough to fly."
"Anders, didn't they teach you how to frak and fly?" Mockingly, she leaned in and kissed him, getting distracted from her next thought by his mouth on hers. Gods. Even with the exhaustion still bubbling below the surface, Kara felt more alive than she had in months. Years, maybe.
"Didn't go to the academy, Starbuck." He replied, mouth pulling away from hers and drifting down to her throat, where he sucked hard on the pulse-point.
She squirmed and smacked his shoulder. "You leave a mark, I will schedule you triple shifts--"
"Ooh, baby, you're hot when you're being CAG."
Gods. He was mocking her. Kara narrowed her eyes and reached down, nails blunt, but digging into his skin through his shirts. "Don't think you wanna piss me off, Sammy."
"Heard that." His hands moved to her waist, pushing her flight suit down and one slipped inside her underwear.
Kara fisted her hand in his shirt, breath hissing out as she involuntarily rocked her hips, pressing into his fingers.
"Try not to rip my shirt, baby. Quartermaster already gave me shit for the last one you ruined."
"Shut up," she suggested, mouth hard against his. Realizing that only one of his hands was on her body, she brushed her hand down his other arm, following it to where he was slowly stroking himself. Wrapping her fingers around him, she bit down on his lower lip.
He twitched, moaning into her mouth.
Balanced on her knees, leaning into him, Kara didn't feel precarious. It wasn't like hanging off a cliff or getting caught in a tailspin, feeling your viper fall towards atmosphere. And that scared her. The sense of rightness, of comfort had her pulling back from him, panting a little.
"Kara?"
"Nothing. Just--" She ached, body tense, that feeling of something unfinished tugging at her. If she walked out now, she'd be annoyed for the rest of the day. Shit. Why had she started this? If she stayed... She could get it over with fast, like yanking a band-aid off. She had ten hours to go before getting her own shower and rack time, and twitching every time someone bumped into her would only add to her reputation as a crazy bitch.
She wouldn't mind that.
Decision made, she stood and shoved her flight suit down her legs, yanking a boot off with it. "I'm late for a meeting."
"Get down here, then," he suggested, almost amused. He stroked himself, hips rocking a little as he watched her.
"Frak--" she knelt back, crawling into his lap, straddling him and barely noticing the cold of the raptor's floor against her knees as his hands slid up the back of her shirt.
Bracing herself on the console, she yelped a little when his cold hands brushed around her stomach and moved up to her breasts. Even through the bra, she could feel how cold they were. "You been handling ice, Sammy?"
"Nah." He pushed her shirts and bra out of his way, then leaned in and kissed her hardening nipple.
"I said this needed to be fast--" she shoved at his shoulder, trying to wriggle down, needing him inside of her now. This needed to be over and done with.
He laughed a little, then licked her nipple, "I didn't agree to anything, Kara."
Kara's reply was lost in a strangled little moan as his mouth closed over the nipple. Her eyes drifted closed and she leaned into his mouth, fingers reaching to slide though his hair. Gods. Reaching down as far as she could, she brushed a finger over the tip of his cock, smirking a little at the way his breath caught when she did it again.
His hands brushed against her skin, then he tilted his head back, releasing her nipple, and sighed. "This your first frak in a raptor?"
Surprised and thrown a little, Kara answered truthfully, "No." She shifted downwards, his hands helping her until she could slide down onto him, a moan escaping her.
"Didn't think so." He flicked his finger against her neglected nipple, then began encouraging her to move.
Finding the right rhythm, with the decking beginning to make her knees numb and the chill in the air making her regret taking her flight suit off, Kara was torn between the sense that this was routine and a strange feeling of inevitability. The last time she'd been anywhere close to frakking someone in a raptor, Lee Adama had ended things with tortured looks and stupid logic.
Sam kissed her mouth, distracting her train of thought. Maybe that was a good thing.
With one hand on the console, Kara kept herself moving, amused at Sam's little whispers of encouragement, his hands dragging at her skin until she was lost to everything but the smell of plastic and him. Coming down, she could still feel him, hard and steady inside of her.
"Mmm." She nipped his lip again, then pulled her mouth free of his, hands brushing against his shoulders. "I could get up and leave, y'know."
He laughed a little and his hands clamped down on her hips, fingers pressing into her flesh in a way that made her twitch and grind down against him. "Don't think you're goin' anywhere, Kara."
"You wanted to be frakked in a raptor, Sammy," she pointed out, her breath still short. His hands and his dick weren't helping her breathing to slow down, either, and she arched a little, hand back on the console to pull herself up before she dropped down, taking him in even deeper.
"Think you're the one who offered," he pointed out, before she did that long, slow thing again.
Kara could feel how close she was and she laughed again, "You're such an easy slut, honey."
"Look who's talking," he fired back, voice too breathless for there to be any venom.
Which was just as well. She slapped his shoulder again, then concentrated on squeezing down as she frakked him into orgasm. It didn't take very long, his mouth desperate against hers as he came.
Kara felt him sag back against the console and relaxed into him with a snicker. "Good thing you're not a screamer, Sammy."
"Didn't try hard enough," he teased back.
Someone climbed up onto the wing of the raptor, boots echoing dully through the bay outside. "Longshot?" Diana Seelix called, "You done, we--"
Kara twisted around and waved at Hardball. "Don't worry, he'll be ready."
"Looks like he already was," the deckhand-turned-pilot muttered before she shrugged. "Catch you later, Anders."
Sam was laughing a little, breath coming out in little puffs against her ear until she turned back to glare at him. "Sorry, it's just--" His hands on her waist tugged a little, "--all those times on New Caprica, and we don't get caught until now?"
"Oh, we got caught," Kara assured him, though she shared his amusement. She kissed him with a loud smack. "You just were too busy to notice."
-f-
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Ohh, OUCH.
It's different, looking down at him here in this place that was so much more her domain than his.
I imagine that was quite an adjustment.
It wasn't like hanging off a cliff or getting caught in a tailspin, feeling your viper fall towards atmosphere. And that scared her. The sense of rightness, of comfort had her pulling back from him, panting a little.
Oh. the perversity. That's so Kara.
Also, wow. *fans self* Yaay Porn!!!
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Can you tell I still have issues with Kara never ever ever noticing how wiggy Sam was?
I imagine that was quite an adjustment.
Yup. Especially given that she left and he was off somewhere else, and came back, and he was living in her bunk... ;]
Oh. the perversity. That's so Kara.
She does tend to push things like comfort away.
And it adds extra irony when she finds out he's a CylonThank you =)
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Now, if I could just find more inspiration for other pairings and prompts. *stalks them*
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Plus, I've been reading your fic on fanfic.net. Can't wait to read more.
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There's a large number of people fond of Kara/Sam, most can be found around either
Now that I'm done pimping, thank you! =)
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I seriously got all giddy when I discovered the Sam/Kara world. I giggled and excitedly told my cousin, who got me into the show. She was not impressed. She is a K/L 'shipper.
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Also, I've written a lot of pointless PWP with them, so I figure, sometimes, I should write something vaguely plotty (also, that time around SQN is so filled with questions about what everyone was doing, it makes it fun to poke)
Seelix has probably caught them at it before, since they're not exactly subtle, sometimes. I love her lots, too, I just don't write her as often, unfortunately.
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HAH. I'm trying to write more. I just... need a different universe to work in.