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fic: BSG, AU, Knowing Your Interrogation Techniques, Round One, Kara/Sam
disclaimer: not mine
rating: R? sex, guns
pairing: Kara/Sam
genre: AU, no spoilers for canon
length: 1000
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bsg_pornbattle, prompt 'spy'. Er. It is longer than I'd thought it would be.
Knowing Your Interrogation Techniques, Round One
by ALC Punk!
There were days when being a secret agent had its advantages. Today was one of them, Kara Thrace decided, tipping her head back and making an approving noise.
She was supposed to be tracking down a defector, taking the woman in and receiving R's grudging approval. It was something she really needed to earn back given her bungling the last two jobs (not technically her fault, but good people had died, and information had been lost). This was mostly a milk run, meant to give her something to do to get her out of R's hair.
Instead, Kara Thrace found herself sprawled inelegantly on a desk, one hand fisted in Sam Anders' hair and the other gripping the edge of the oak and glass monstrosity. He was one of her better contacts, even if he was a smug bastard given to suggesting very inappropriate activities (not that she objected to them, usually). Unfortunately, she'd gotten nowhere before he'd halted the verbal portion of their conversation. Not that she was averse to the things he was doing with his mouth (dear Gods, his mouth), but that shouldn't be her primary objective.
Really, she should be concentrating on her mission. If she could just remember what the hell it was.
Defector, she reminded herself. There was a woman who would be meeting her, as soon as Anders coughed up the meeting location. All she needed to do was get him to stop.
Instead, her fingers tightened in his hair, and she let out a breathless little sound of encouragement.
Not that he needed to be encouraged--he was always very smug about how easily he got her off like this. Kara let him be smug, enjoying the part leading up to the sex where she half-resisted his suggestions and he half-resisted hers. Sometimes, that led to things like shoving him into a stairwell in Delphi and sucking him off while the enemy agents after them barely missed finding them before he came with a growl.
He was enjoying himself down there, humming, teasing and sucking, gliding little kisses along her thighs just to make her whimper in protest. When he finally slid two fingers into her, twisting them while he sucked hard at her, she shattered in less than ten seconds.
The climax actually left her drained for a moment while he gentled his movements and then rested his cheek against her leg.
"I was looking for something else, you know," she murmured, her breath still too-quick.
He looked up her body, smirking at her, "Didn't hear you objecting when I was kissing you." Slowly standing, his hands caressed her legs while he bent to kiss her neck. "You gonna object to this, too?"
"Not as such, no." Kara turned her head, capturing his mouth with hers for a long, wet kiss that made her re-think her strategy of leaving in the next five minutes. "You still haven't answered my original question," she whispered, hand reaching down to stroke him through his still-buttoned pants.
"Don't think I remember a question," he shot back, hands gripping her hips while he pressed in against her. She wondered if he cared about the wet spot she was going to leave on him if he kept doing that. Hell, the wet spot he'd create himself--she rocked her hips, rubbing into him, feeling him shiver a little in appreciation.
Kara made an unimpressed noise and pulled his mouth to hers. She skimmed her lips along his jaw, then whispered, "The drop-point, Anders."
"Still not a question," he thrust his hips into her harder, groaning a little when she shifted so the contact was even more intimate. "Like your skirt, by the way." He ruffled the edge of the bunches of fabric up around her waist. "Kinda girly."
"Girly, huh?" She chuckled and then poked his ribs with her favorite pistol, "Get in the chair."
He made a disappointed noise, but pulled free, sitting down in the office chair with a raised eyebrow, "Did you think I wouldn't tell you without some incentive?"
"You've had your incentive." Kara didn't know how long they'd have in the darkened office; the corporation was mostly dead for the night, and had seemed a good place for a meeting (at the time). If they were caught they'd be one more set of corporate clones, trying to spice up their sex life.
Standing, she didn't bother retrieving her panties from the floor as she moved towards him, swaying a little more than normal in the high-heeled boots she'd decided on when planning her ensemble. Sliding her leg between his, she lifted her knee, pressing down against him firmly, "Now. If you want more incentive, I think you should talk."
"Or what?"
"I leave. You're not the only contact I've got who knows the information--" turning serious for a moment, she re-holstered her gun and pulled her knee off of him. "This is vital, Anders. The person I'm meeting could get betrayed at any moment."
He groaned, "Are you postponing the rest of this to do your job?"
"Guess I am," she admitted, turning away to retrieve her panties. Speaking the words aloud had reminded her that there was more to this than the two of them and their little sex games.
She was pulling her underpants back up her legs when there was the sound of a commotion further down the hall.
"No one else should be here," Anders was already out of the chair again, leaning next to the door, eyes narrowed with concentration. "I checked the security logs before suggesting it for just that reason."
"Security?" Kara had her pistol out again as she moved up next to him.
"They patrol up here in an hour."
She flashed him a grin, "Next time, we'll have to make sure we get caught by something more benign."
From the corridor came the stillness that heralded someone listening followed by the sound of gunfire. They backed away from the door as it splintered under the onslaught.
"Next time," he said, pulling her towards the window, "I'm making you wear nothing but your gun holsters."
-f-
rating: R? sex, guns
pairing: Kara/Sam
genre: AU, no spoilers for canon
length: 1000
notes: for the
bsg_pornbattle, prompt 'spy'. Er. It is longer than I'd thought it would be. Knowing Your Interrogation Techniques, Round One
by ALC Punk!
There were days when being a secret agent had its advantages. Today was one of them, Kara Thrace decided, tipping her head back and making an approving noise.
She was supposed to be tracking down a defector, taking the woman in and receiving R's grudging approval. It was something she really needed to earn back given her bungling the last two jobs (not technically her fault, but good people had died, and information had been lost). This was mostly a milk run, meant to give her something to do to get her out of R's hair.
Instead, Kara Thrace found herself sprawled inelegantly on a desk, one hand fisted in Sam Anders' hair and the other gripping the edge of the oak and glass monstrosity. He was one of her better contacts, even if he was a smug bastard given to suggesting very inappropriate activities (not that she objected to them, usually). Unfortunately, she'd gotten nowhere before he'd halted the verbal portion of their conversation. Not that she was averse to the things he was doing with his mouth (dear Gods, his mouth), but that shouldn't be her primary objective.
Really, she should be concentrating on her mission. If she could just remember what the hell it was.
Defector, she reminded herself. There was a woman who would be meeting her, as soon as Anders coughed up the meeting location. All she needed to do was get him to stop.
Instead, her fingers tightened in his hair, and she let out a breathless little sound of encouragement.
Not that he needed to be encouraged--he was always very smug about how easily he got her off like this. Kara let him be smug, enjoying the part leading up to the sex where she half-resisted his suggestions and he half-resisted hers. Sometimes, that led to things like shoving him into a stairwell in Delphi and sucking him off while the enemy agents after them barely missed finding them before he came with a growl.
He was enjoying himself down there, humming, teasing and sucking, gliding little kisses along her thighs just to make her whimper in protest. When he finally slid two fingers into her, twisting them while he sucked hard at her, she shattered in less than ten seconds.
The climax actually left her drained for a moment while he gentled his movements and then rested his cheek against her leg.
"I was looking for something else, you know," she murmured, her breath still too-quick.
He looked up her body, smirking at her, "Didn't hear you objecting when I was kissing you." Slowly standing, his hands caressed her legs while he bent to kiss her neck. "You gonna object to this, too?"
"Not as such, no." Kara turned her head, capturing his mouth with hers for a long, wet kiss that made her re-think her strategy of leaving in the next five minutes. "You still haven't answered my original question," she whispered, hand reaching down to stroke him through his still-buttoned pants.
"Don't think I remember a question," he shot back, hands gripping her hips while he pressed in against her. She wondered if he cared about the wet spot she was going to leave on him if he kept doing that. Hell, the wet spot he'd create himself--she rocked her hips, rubbing into him, feeling him shiver a little in appreciation.
Kara made an unimpressed noise and pulled his mouth to hers. She skimmed her lips along his jaw, then whispered, "The drop-point, Anders."
"Still not a question," he thrust his hips into her harder, groaning a little when she shifted so the contact was even more intimate. "Like your skirt, by the way." He ruffled the edge of the bunches of fabric up around her waist. "Kinda girly."
"Girly, huh?" She chuckled and then poked his ribs with her favorite pistol, "Get in the chair."
He made a disappointed noise, but pulled free, sitting down in the office chair with a raised eyebrow, "Did you think I wouldn't tell you without some incentive?"
"You've had your incentive." Kara didn't know how long they'd have in the darkened office; the corporation was mostly dead for the night, and had seemed a good place for a meeting (at the time). If they were caught they'd be one more set of corporate clones, trying to spice up their sex life.
Standing, she didn't bother retrieving her panties from the floor as she moved towards him, swaying a little more than normal in the high-heeled boots she'd decided on when planning her ensemble. Sliding her leg between his, she lifted her knee, pressing down against him firmly, "Now. If you want more incentive, I think you should talk."
"Or what?"
"I leave. You're not the only contact I've got who knows the information--" turning serious for a moment, she re-holstered her gun and pulled her knee off of him. "This is vital, Anders. The person I'm meeting could get betrayed at any moment."
He groaned, "Are you postponing the rest of this to do your job?"
"Guess I am," she admitted, turning away to retrieve her panties. Speaking the words aloud had reminded her that there was more to this than the two of them and their little sex games.
She was pulling her underpants back up her legs when there was the sound of a commotion further down the hall.
"No one else should be here," Anders was already out of the chair again, leaning next to the door, eyes narrowed with concentration. "I checked the security logs before suggesting it for just that reason."
"Security?" Kara had her pistol out again as she moved up next to him.
"They patrol up here in an hour."
She flashed him a grin, "Next time, we'll have to make sure we get caught by something more benign."
From the corridor came the stillness that heralded someone listening followed by the sound of gunfire. They backed away from the door as it splintered under the onslaught.
"Next time," he said, pulling her towards the window, "I'm making you wear nothing but your gun holsters."
-f-