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Entry tags:
fic: BSG, Improvements on Old Variations, R, Kara/Sam
disclaimer: not mine
pairing: Kara/Sam
raiting: R, sex
set: spec future.
length: 1000+
notes: by popular demand, sequel to Scylla and Charybdis. It was supposed to be a drabble.
Improvements on Old Variations
by ALC Punk!
She's fresh off CAP, Hoshi's and the Chief's words are still-ringing in her ears. Trying to play chicken with a heavy raider had made both her and the other pilot far too amused, but the Galactica hadn't thought it was funny. At least, that was the message passed on via Hoshi.
Not that it matters. Kara's skin is itching, her body vibrating with that adrenaline high she knew well from combat and stunts in the air.
She's moving too fast when she gets to the hybrid chamber, stumbling a little over the threshold to slow down.
"Hey, Sammy--" she gets out, giggling as he turns a little and looks at her, eyes tracking her movements like a man starved. She drops to her knees and leans down, kissing him before he can say anything. She spares a thought for whatever vital ship's systems she might be interrupting, then stops caring and steadies herself when his fingers drag at her hair.
"Mmmph," is his reply before she lets his mouth go and just smirks down at him. "You greet everyone like this, baby?"
"Frak no--" she licks his nose and then sits back on her heels, lips pulling into a grin. "Only you, hot stuff."
Sam looks down at himself, then snorts, "Oh, yeah, goo is hot, baby."
"When it's coating you?" Kara is back on her feet, moving to the hatch and kicking it closed. She doesn't really care if someone walks in on them, but Sam had never been all that happy about frakking in the pilots' quarters with the curtains closed. Her hands yank at her zippers while she kicks her boots off.
He watches in silence as she gets everything off, nipples hardening in the cool air of the room, sweat slicking down her back from the CAP and her near-breathless run up here. "Gods." He sucks in a breath, then shifts and she can see the way his skin flushes, even with the light as a back-drop, and smirks.
"See somethin' you like?" Climbing into the tank is always slightly jarring, the liquid sucking at her legs as she moves to straddle him. He's already half-hard beneath her and a laugh escapes her. "Oh, yeah."
His fingers slide back into her hair, tugging out the elastic band around her ponytail and pulling her mouth to his for a prolonged, tongue-involved kiss that leaves them both panting. "Kara..." His hands cup her face for an instant before he loses track of his thoughts as she moves, body shifting and sliding down onto him.
Sometimes, she thinks he feels different like this--bigger, harder, something that makes little sense since he's the same man she frakked so long ago on the principal's desk at Delphi Union.
Kara's used to how this goes, even when the rush hits and she's floating, seeing stars and feeling Sam as more than just a physical presence. She comes back, gasping and kissing him almost frantically, body still shivering a little with aftershocks as his hands stroke up and down her back.
Relaxing into him, cuddling with his skin warm against hers is something she's getting used to.
The goo makes sucking noises when she finally pushes back up a little. "Hey, baby," she murmurs, rocking a little, feeling his hands tighten on her hips. "Flying gets you hot, too, huh?"
"Saw what you did earlier," his fingers dig into her skin, pulling her down hard against him. "Wondered if you'd end up in here."
Kara bites her lip and stares down at him. Gods.
"Love how you are after flying--"
"Sayin' I'm predictable, Longshot?" Dropping back down, she kisses him before he can answer, sucking at his lower lip while his hands leave her hips and slide up and between them, fingers brushing over her nipples. A moan escapes her when he pinches them.
"Hell, yeah."
Kara stretches, pressing and sliding against him in a way that makes his breath hitch. She giggles a little, kissing his neck. "Ain't the only predictable one here."
He chuckles, then shifts, "Hang on a minute, Kara."
Not moving, she feels his muscles shift, body tensing again for an instant. The stars slide against her brain again, and then they're gone. "What the hell?"
"Didn't know if that would work," he murmurs, brushing his fingers through her hair again.
"Just for that--" she pushes up and slides down his legs until she can move them, leaving her kneeling on the floor of the tank, his legs to either side of her.
"Uh, Kara--"
She pulls a little at his hips, raising him until he's floating nearly on the surface. "Don't drown me, Sammy," she suggests before leaning forward, hand pulling his cock free of the liquid so she can lick the tip.
"Frak." His hands grab the sides of the tank, like he's got to hang on to keep from falling somewhere and Kara smirks a little before sucking at him. "Kara, I can't--"
His words get lost, garbled as she works at him, fingers gripping and stroking in time with her mouth and tongue until he's hard again. She wonders how their frakking affects the Galactica, but isn't actually sure she cares. Besides, Hoshi once explained that Sam didn't have much to do with the operations, he was just there to improve stability as they went through jumps or conducted in-flight maneuvers. Not that the battlestar could turn on a pin like the viper did.
When she lets him go, he makes a moan of protest. Kara laughs, voice low and taunting, "Want more, baby?"
"Gods, Kara--" His knuckles are white, fingers clenching on the lip of the tank. "Get up here."
Laughing again, she clambers back to her prior position, straddling him, legs and arms coated in goo. She can still taste him on her tongue when he kisses her, hands pulling down while he braces and thrusts upwards.
It's less intense, that early rush to get the edge off gone, but the way she aches as his hands and mouth and body pull at her skin makes it sweeter when the climax tumbles over her. This time, there are planets--Caprica from space, Picon with its never-ending swirls of dust storms, Geminon all dull greys and stark greens.
She collapses into his chest, content to stay right where she is.
"Gotta stop meetin' like this," he mumbles, shifting her a little before that connection echoes between them for an instant.
"Mmm." She tucks her head under his chin. "Wake me when the Cylons invade."
"Willdo."
-f-
pairing: Kara/Sam
raiting: R, sex
set: spec future.
length: 1000+
notes: by popular demand, sequel to Scylla and Charybdis. It was supposed to be a drabble.
Improvements on Old Variations
by ALC Punk!
She's fresh off CAP, Hoshi's and the Chief's words are still-ringing in her ears. Trying to play chicken with a heavy raider had made both her and the other pilot far too amused, but the Galactica hadn't thought it was funny. At least, that was the message passed on via Hoshi.
Not that it matters. Kara's skin is itching, her body vibrating with that adrenaline high she knew well from combat and stunts in the air.
She's moving too fast when she gets to the hybrid chamber, stumbling a little over the threshold to slow down.
"Hey, Sammy--" she gets out, giggling as he turns a little and looks at her, eyes tracking her movements like a man starved. She drops to her knees and leans down, kissing him before he can say anything. She spares a thought for whatever vital ship's systems she might be interrupting, then stops caring and steadies herself when his fingers drag at her hair.
"Mmmph," is his reply before she lets his mouth go and just smirks down at him. "You greet everyone like this, baby?"
"Frak no--" she licks his nose and then sits back on her heels, lips pulling into a grin. "Only you, hot stuff."
Sam looks down at himself, then snorts, "Oh, yeah, goo is hot, baby."
"When it's coating you?" Kara is back on her feet, moving to the hatch and kicking it closed. She doesn't really care if someone walks in on them, but Sam had never been all that happy about frakking in the pilots' quarters with the curtains closed. Her hands yank at her zippers while she kicks her boots off.
He watches in silence as she gets everything off, nipples hardening in the cool air of the room, sweat slicking down her back from the CAP and her near-breathless run up here. "Gods." He sucks in a breath, then shifts and she can see the way his skin flushes, even with the light as a back-drop, and smirks.
"See somethin' you like?" Climbing into the tank is always slightly jarring, the liquid sucking at her legs as she moves to straddle him. He's already half-hard beneath her and a laugh escapes her. "Oh, yeah."
His fingers slide back into her hair, tugging out the elastic band around her ponytail and pulling her mouth to his for a prolonged, tongue-involved kiss that leaves them both panting. "Kara..." His hands cup her face for an instant before he loses track of his thoughts as she moves, body shifting and sliding down onto him.
Sometimes, she thinks he feels different like this--bigger, harder, something that makes little sense since he's the same man she frakked so long ago on the principal's desk at Delphi Union.
Kara's used to how this goes, even when the rush hits and she's floating, seeing stars and feeling Sam as more than just a physical presence. She comes back, gasping and kissing him almost frantically, body still shivering a little with aftershocks as his hands stroke up and down her back.
Relaxing into him, cuddling with his skin warm against hers is something she's getting used to.
The goo makes sucking noises when she finally pushes back up a little. "Hey, baby," she murmurs, rocking a little, feeling his hands tighten on her hips. "Flying gets you hot, too, huh?"
"Saw what you did earlier," his fingers dig into her skin, pulling her down hard against him. "Wondered if you'd end up in here."
Kara bites her lip and stares down at him. Gods.
"Love how you are after flying--"
"Sayin' I'm predictable, Longshot?" Dropping back down, she kisses him before he can answer, sucking at his lower lip while his hands leave her hips and slide up and between them, fingers brushing over her nipples. A moan escapes her when he pinches them.
"Hell, yeah."
Kara stretches, pressing and sliding against him in a way that makes his breath hitch. She giggles a little, kissing his neck. "Ain't the only predictable one here."
He chuckles, then shifts, "Hang on a minute, Kara."
Not moving, she feels his muscles shift, body tensing again for an instant. The stars slide against her brain again, and then they're gone. "What the hell?"
"Didn't know if that would work," he murmurs, brushing his fingers through her hair again.
"Just for that--" she pushes up and slides down his legs until she can move them, leaving her kneeling on the floor of the tank, his legs to either side of her.
"Uh, Kara--"
She pulls a little at his hips, raising him until he's floating nearly on the surface. "Don't drown me, Sammy," she suggests before leaning forward, hand pulling his cock free of the liquid so she can lick the tip.
"Frak." His hands grab the sides of the tank, like he's got to hang on to keep from falling somewhere and Kara smirks a little before sucking at him. "Kara, I can't--"
His words get lost, garbled as she works at him, fingers gripping and stroking in time with her mouth and tongue until he's hard again. She wonders how their frakking affects the Galactica, but isn't actually sure she cares. Besides, Hoshi once explained that Sam didn't have much to do with the operations, he was just there to improve stability as they went through jumps or conducted in-flight maneuvers. Not that the battlestar could turn on a pin like the viper did.
When she lets him go, he makes a moan of protest. Kara laughs, voice low and taunting, "Want more, baby?"
"Gods, Kara--" His knuckles are white, fingers clenching on the lip of the tank. "Get up here."
Laughing again, she clambers back to her prior position, straddling him, legs and arms coated in goo. She can still taste him on her tongue when he kisses her, hands pulling down while he braces and thrusts upwards.
It's less intense, that early rush to get the edge off gone, but the way she aches as his hands and mouth and body pull at her skin makes it sweeter when the climax tumbles over her. This time, there are planets--Caprica from space, Picon with its never-ending swirls of dust storms, Geminon all dull greys and stark greens.
She collapses into his chest, content to stay right where she is.
"Gotta stop meetin' like this," he mumbles, shifting her a little before that connection echoes between them for an instant.
"Mmm." She tucks her head under his chin. "Wake me when the Cylons invade."
"Willdo."
-f-