fic: BSG, Scylla and Charybdis, Kara/Sam, R

[lyssie]

disclaimer: not mine
rating: R, sex, language, married people doing married things
pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders
set: post-No Exit, future spec based on something that was running around the Skiffy boards (and LJ-land, too, I think?)
length: 3000+
notes: I... this is the porn inspired by the crazy people. palmetto said one bit was hot. ymmv. (note for those going 'but, you just posted...' this was finished Thursday night but needed editing. and the previous fic was finished last night and needed the same)

Scylla and Charybdis
by ALC Punk!

further: a recent prevailing theory is that, to save Sam's life and with the slathering of Galactica with Cylon Goop, they'll have to turn Sam into Galactica's hybrid. I... seriously cannot see Ron actually doing this (despite the SKIFI nature of the infodump in No Exit). But the thing is, if Sam is naked and covered in goo, Kara is still gonna wanna hit that. palmetto assures me this is so, and I'm inclined to agree with her (she also said I should call it this, as it's a far more poetic version of 'goo and a hard place'.

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"You come here often?" Kara Thrace quipped, sauntering into the small chamber they'd set up for the hybrid Galactica had abruptly acquired when Sam Anders' body had begun to fail. Of course, now that he was floating in goo, hooked into the ship's systems and able to control it all with barely a thought, he seemed healthier than he'd been in a while.

And it was weird seeing him in the hastily-constructed tank, fluid supporting him. Not to mention, he was naked.

Kara figured, after finding her own dead body, who was she to quibble about things like existence and Cylonity? Besides, Sam being naked was definitely worth a look or two, jacked into the Galactica or not.

Though none of that was on her face as she looked down at him (maybe the appreciation was).

"...conduits fused..." Sam focused on her, smiling slightly, "Just a second, Kara--" He murmured several more phrases, dealing with ship's systems, before he stopped and simply looked up at her, eyes wide and dark.

It wasn't the first time she'd visited him, and he was always more coherent than the hybrids on the base ships. Sometimes, Kara wondered if he hated her for giving the go-ahead to save his life. They hadn't yet had that awkward conversation about what she'd done to him. They'd danced around it a few times, but like always, they didn't talk about the important shit.

"Hey." Sam held up a hand to her.

Kara looked at it for a moment before crouching and taking it. His tattoo was stark against his skin, and Kara felt something twist in her gut at the thought that he would stay in that tank until he died. She took a breath, then released it. Maybe now was a good time to have that conversation. "Sam--"

"No, Kara--" he tugged at her hand, shaking her a little. "I need you to understand. It's ok. This. It's. It's not what I would have--" he closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, the blue intense and vibrant as his eyes searched hers.

"I couldn't let you die."

There was no way for him to resurrect. Ellen, the others, they talked about a home colony, a place where the technology could be rebuilt. But that was months, maybe years, in the future. And Kara had always prefered to live in the now.

"I know." He smiled at her, that wierd smile that had sent shivers down her spine when she'd seen it in the infirmary. "Kara, I remember, I remember so much."

All the things she'd wanted to say before came back and she smiled back for a moment, thinking about them.

The Galactica suddenly lurched and Kara was shocked to find herself falling forward. She hit the surface of the liquid with a splash and yelped. The fluid was warmer than she'd expected, sucking at her legs as she tried to get up so she could stand. Sam was a little in the way, too, his hand still hanging onto hers.

Kara pushed down on his hip and shifted and then sputtered a little as she glared at him. "You did that on purpose."

"Me?" He smirked, eyes light as he helped her sit, straddling his lap.

Feeling annoyed and reckless, and wanting to see how far she could push him, she tugged her tanks off. "These are soaked, you asshole." Dropping them to the side left her exposed, but the wet material would have chafed.

"Mhmm." He replied, hands going to buttons on her pants. "Y'know, this could get a lot more comfortable."

"Don't make an offer you can't complete the deal on," Kara snapped, leaning closer, letting her mouth brush his.

Sam didn't answer in words. His hand closed on the back of her neck, pulling her in firmly. He wasn't cold, or dead. He was alive and his mouth still felt the same. Kara stroked her hands up and around his neck, stopping when she encountered the connections in his spine.

"It's ok," he mumbled against her mouth, "You can't hurt me."

She missed his hair--there was stubble starting to grow in, but Kara could remember how good it had felt, fingers combing through his hair, tugging at it to guide him.

Heat flashed through her, and she bit at his lower lip, drawing it between hers and sucking before changing tactics, licking up into his mouth and catching a moan he couldn't quite hide. She grinned, doing it again.

"Baby. Baby, you keep that up," he murmured, voice husky, "And I'm gonna accuse you of having no follow-through."

Kara snickered as she pulled back, hands stroking down his chest and beneath the liquid. "Oh, like you can--" she broke off, eyes wide as she felt him, hard in her hands. "Gods, Sammy..."

He twitched, sucked in a breath, then said, "I'm still me, Kara."

"Yeah." She bent forward again, kissing him, mouth hard, then soft as her hands teased him.

Sam's hands clamped on her wrists, pulling her fingers off of him. "Stop that," he growled into her mouth.

Moving up, Kara straddled him, her knees brushing the sides of the tank as she fought for balance--the tank wasn't that deep, but hooking her feet behind her gave her more stability. Putting her hands on the sides of the tank, she raised her brows. "Or what?"

He groaned as she rocked against him, her pants just the right friction with the wet stickiness of the liquid in the tank. "Kara--"

It was the only warning she had as Galactica rocked and Kara found herself lurching forward, clinging to him. "You did that on purpose," she accused him again, trying to untangle herself.

Sam cupped a breast, thumb brushing her nipple. "Don't know what you're talkin' about, baby."

"You're learning fine control." She arched a little, enjoying the attention before reality crashed into her. "Sam, I don't, how--?"

"First, you gotta take your pants off," he suggested, snickering a little at her.

"Jackass." She smacked his shoulder, then struggled up, almost falling out of the tank before she got herself leaning against the lip while she struggled out of material suddenly too-tight from being soaked and goopy. "Gods. I'm going to have one hell of a time explaining this to the laundry."

"Tell 'em you fell in a vat of goo?"

Kara giggled, almost losing her balance and sliding down further before she grabbed the side. "Shut up."

A garbled, random string of sounds came from his very closed mouth as he watched her, eyes dark with laughter and desire.

"What?"

He repeated himself, still with his mouth closed.

Kara smacked his arm. "Talk, dammit."

"You told me not to."

Glaring at him, she got her pants down to her knees and hoisted herself further out of the tank. "Never stopped you before."

"I'm military now, I'm s'posed to follow orders."

Gods. She was giggling again, and that felt so wrong--but then, she was about to frak her strapped into a tank husband turned cylon turned hybrid, who was also apparently a frickin' genius rocket scientist. And if she thought about that too much, she might change her mind. But then again, Sam was stretched out, naked.

No contest, really. "What," she asked, working at the knot on her boot, pants tangled and in the way, "Were you saying?"

"You might want to take your boots off before your pants," he replied.

"Little late, jackass."

"Noticed, baby."

Kara ignored him again and worked the laces free, shoving her pants and boots into a pile with her tanks. Stepping back into the tank was nice, since she'd begun to freeze and the warm liquid seemed to curl around her legs, pulling her back in. She slid back to her former position, straddling Sam and smirking at him a little.

His hands went to her breasts like magnets, and she snickered.

"Always did love these," he mumbled, pushing himself up a little and kissing her.

Kara kissed him back enthusiastically, then stopped, an idea occuring to her, "Sam. You sure this is a good idea? I mean, with you wired into the control systems and all?"

"Most of it's already monitored by other computers, I just sort of... tweak, here and there," He kissed her neck. "It can handle normal operations without me. Unless you want me to start making course corrections while I play with your breasts?"

In answer, she shifted, brushing over him forward and back, rocking too gently. The feel of him against her was the same as always, and she growled before flattening out and sliding down onto him.

The Galactica didn't lurch.

It felt so different, frakking Sam with white light bathing both of them in mercilous glare, the liquid sucking and pulling at both of them. His hands stroked her sides and legs, pulling her as he pushed up. They were both trying too hard until Kara bit his shoulder, tasting skin and something she couldn't identify. She made a face after realizing it was the goo he was floating in.

"Sorry--" his hand cupped the side of her face, pulling her in for a kiss.

Kara slipped, pushing him down and sliding harder onto him. Almost too-fast, but the way they both gasped told her it was almost right.

Adjusting the rhythm had never seemed so hard before. But in a tank, it was different, both slipping a little and sliding too much until Kara found her best chance at staying properly in sync with him was to put one hand on the lip of the tank above Sam's head and use it to anchor herself. Sam's hands clutched at her hips, helping her move.

Kara thought about everything that had come before, all that had led up to this moment. I'm not real, Sam. I burned my body on Earth. I don't know what I am. Things she remembered whispering to him while he'd been unconscious and unresponsive.

Now, hand on his shoulder, mouth seeking his in a kiss that made her want to rake her nails down his skin, Kara wondered if any of that mattered. If they mattered, in the grand scheme of the plans of Gods and God.

"Kara..." Sam kissed her again, almost desperate.

Recognizing the signs, Kara laughed a little and sped up, grinding down against him, enjoying his incoherence as his body begged her, hands demanding as they moved to her breasts again.

With his hands off of her hips, she was free to move at a different angle, leaning back enough that she could feel him slow, though his body strained to reach orgasm. Her own was close, just waiting for something to push her over that edge.

She was moving almost lazily against him, rocking her hips and grinding down onto him until he pinched hard on one of her nipples, the spike of pain going through her like fire.

Nerves flaring, Kara dropped forward again, riding him until the world went away.

For an instant, there was nothing, and then there were stars. Colliding, cart-wheeling, gliding past her and through her--she could touch them, if she wanted, could pull them to her and tumble over and over. Somehow, she could still feel her body, tied to Sam's, tied to the Galactica in a way that made reality rush back too fast, and then she was crashing, falling forever as her body spasmed.

"...jump..." Sam murmured.

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Kara came to herself, focusing on the white noise of the chamber and Sam's fingers stroking her hips. Warm liquid shifted along her legs as she pulled her forehead off of his shoulder. "What the frak?" she said, voice barely-there, though she was proud of herself for managing words with the way her tongue seemed unable to cooperate.

"Thought you'd--" he shifted beneath her, hands tightening as though afraid she'd go, "--like that."

Staying right there was a better option than trying to stand. For one thing, Kara was more than certain her legs wouldn't support her. And though it was almost too-warm against them, it helped distract from the way her skin felt too-tight. "That's--" she looked him in the eye, "that's what you see."

"Sort of." His hands brushed up her sides, wet with sweat and fluid from the tank, leaving a trail that made her shiver as a slight breeze ghosted past them.

A little moan escaped her when he palmed her breasts, hands hot against them in a way that had her squirming again, feeling the shock of contact down to her toes. "Gods, Sam..." She shivered and put her hand on his shoulder. "I don't know if I can handle that again."

He smiled a little, and let his hands stroke down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her up a little further. "Lean back, baby."

Still a little too-limp to stand, Kara walked her hands down the sides of the tank, slowly shifting until she was up-right again. A part of her wanted to get up and go, run before she had a chance to take it all in. "You're a Cylon," she said, looking down at him as he stroked her hips, sending more sparks through her blood.

"Yeah." His hand slid down her hip, thumb curving in to stroke against her.

Biting her lip, trying not to react, Kara said, "And you didn't tell me."

"Nope." He pressed a little harder, finding just the right spot to slowly circle, circle, maddeningly slow.

With the warm gooey liquid, there was just enough friction to make her bite her lip harder, hanging onto her train of thought with determination. "Sam," she gasped, "Answer the frakking question."

"What question?"

"This should be weird," she said, instead of asking her question. Not that she could remember what it was.

"Uh-huh."

"I'm naked. Frakking a Cylon hybrid." Like it was a laundry list of her faults--or Sam's.

"Noticed," he leered, "I like both parts of that."

"Long as I don't go get cozy with the one on the baseship, right?" She smirked at him, not mentioning how she'd probably rather shoot the baseship hybrid than get naked and slippery with her.

"Can I watch?"

Kara laughed at him, leaning back a little more and almost slipping. "Gods--shit, Sam. What is this stuff, anyway?"

"Nutrients."

She doesn't get a chance to ask him anything else as his fingers join the efforts of his thumb. Gods. Sam was always good with his hands. Kara closed her eyes and felt her skin heat again, body stretching taut as he stroked her to orgasm, slow, but sure.

This time, it was just a normal orgasm, intense and making her cry out, but there weren't constellations streaming through her body as she lost control. Kara came down, tasting sweat and metal at the back of her throat and trying to decide if she was upset that he hadn't connected them again.

"Only works when I'm coming, too," Sam murmured, rocking his hips and making her twitch a little.

Dragging herself forward, she flopped against his chest and laughed a little, wondering if he'd understand if she cried. "Gods, Sam..."

"We survived," he said.

"This isn't survival." She jerked away from him and climbed out of the tank, suddenly angry at him, at herself. At everyone in the Gods-damned universe. "Frak!" She swore, slipping on the deck and banging her knee.

"I'd rather be alive than be dead, Kara."

"Oh, frak you--" she jerked upright again, grabbing her clothing. Heading for the hatch was the fastest route to sanity, and Kara wasn't sure why she'd come in the first place.

"I love you."

Words neither of them said. Kara stopped at the closed hatch, leaning her forehead against the metal. "Don't do this, Sam."

There was frustration in his voice when he replied, "Kara, I can't chase you. I can't get out of this frakking tank. But I can talk."

"Fine." She slammed her bundle down and whirled, stalking back to glare down at him. "You love me. So, what, that negates lying, Sam? Because it doesn't. And it doesn't tell me--"

"You're Kara Thrace," he replied, eyes telling her that he remembered at least some of what she'd said when he was near-death. "I don't care about anything else."

"Asshole."

"I love you, too."

Kara narrowed her eyes and knelt, reaching down to slide her hand into the goo. She closed her fingers around him, and snorted, "You just wanna get laid again."

"You're hot and naked, this is a surprise?"

Rolling her eyes, Kara let him pull her back in with him, arching close so his mouth could close on her breasts.

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