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BSG: AU, porn battle, streetlights named desire, Kara/Sam
disclaimer: not mine
rating: R, sex
pairing: Kara/Sam
length: 1000+
spoilers: ...none.
genre: AU
prompt: Sam/Kara, don't stop believing - So. Um. BSG mini!fic. It had to happen. Y'know? (pornbattle)
streetlights named desire
by ALC Punk!
One of the best things (not that there were many) about being stuck in a teen body (the whole cloning thing being something Kara didn't plan on thinking about) was the flexibility. Sure, as an adult, she'd been pretty good at twisting and shifting, bending and lunging. But as a teen? While there was less stamina in certain aspects, there was definitely more flexibility.
There was also something to be said for weird teenage rituals on Earth. High school dances, for one.
Kara wasn't entirely certain how Athena had convinced her to go, but lounging against a piller, watching everyone dance like idiots was at least mildly entertaining.
"Wanna dance?" Unsurprisingly, someone had worked up the nerve to ask her to dance.
"D'no, is the captain of the basketball team allowed to dance with the juvenile delinquent who kicks his ass?" Kara shot back, smirking up at Sam Anders, who was still nice and tall, though a little shorter than she was used to, as a teen.
He snickered, "Afraid people will think you're trying to be popular? We could try it and see, I'm sure I could make you adored by the school at large..."
"Frak you," she suggested.
Sam's eyes darkened as he moved closer, sort of looming, since he still could. "I seem to recall doing so already. Twice. This morning." he caught her hand in his and tugged.
Rolling her eyes, Kara let him lead her onto the dance floor. She could sort of dance. He could sort of dance.
They wouldn't really look out of place, since no one else could dance, either. Kara did take full advantage, though, rubbing up against him and laughing when he grabbed the hands she'd groped him with.
"Kara!" But he wasn't really objecting. He was laughing and pulling her closer as the music turned soft and slow.
Objecting seemed a waste of time, especially since winding her arms around his neck brought her body flush with his. And he was definitely not unhappy to have her there. "Poor baby," she whispered, kissing his neck, sucking just hard enough to make him press against her harder.
"Yeah? I got the hottest chick in the whole sucking my neck," his voice lowered, "Maybe thinkin' about frakkin' me."
"Maybe?" Kara snickered and shifted, reaching her hand down between them, and fiddling with the button at the top of his pants. "You want me to jack you off right on the dancefloor, Sammy?"
He stared at her, then moved, dragging her off the floor. They were almost running by the time they broke into the hallway outside the gym. Sam shoved her ahead of him, laughing when she cursed at him over her shoulder. "We need an empty room."
"Getting picky in your old age," Kara mocked, trying the first four doors before finding an open office. She was already tugging her dress up (Athena having suckered her into something shiny, blue, and frothy), eyeing the room for potential surfaces. "Desk?"
"Chair?" he suggested, kicking the door and grabbing her, leaning down to bite at her neck.
"No--" she squirmed in his arms.
Sam let her turn and kissed her, feeling her dress bunch up between them.
"Zipper," Kara muttered against his mouth before sucking his tongue into hers and making his brain shut down.
She almost laughed when all he could do was tug at it, not co-ordinated enough to pull it down. It was a good thing they'd been practicing this, or she was pretty sure Sam would have already embarassed himself, ruining another pair of pants. She giggled at that thought, wriggling her hips, trying to see if she could make him do it again.
"Kara--" he growled, hands stilling her for a moment, "Stop that."
"Awww. You know you like it."
"Yeah. Love it." Pushing her back, he nudged her legs apart, hand sliding between them. "Not the only one enjoying things," was his smug comment before he began fingering her through her damp panties.
Kara squirmed, pretty certain he could get her off right then, and wondering if he'd shut the frak up and do it, or if she'd have to wait. She leaned into the edge of the desk, tugging her dress up and bent back a little, like she was stretching. "Make up your mind, Sam."
"Think you're gonna come for me, first," he replied, hand tugging her leg wider, fingers slipping underneath the silk to slide into her.
"Worried you won't last?"
Taunting him was a mistake, she realized, seeing the flash of his teeth before he bent and tugged her dress down enough to get at her breasts. Kara managed not to squeak when he scraped his teeth over a nipple, but she couldn't help tightening around his fingers.
At the back of her head, she could hear Athena telling her not to wreck the dress. Kara arched up into Sam's mouth and decided she didn't care.
His thumb circled up, maddeningly slow before pressing hard enough to make her emit sounds that would have been embarrassing in a room full of people, but were just a turn-on to the man (who looked like a teenager) between her legs. His little smirk in the semi-dark told her he was proud of himself and he hadn't even made her climax yet.
Kara smacked his shoulder, "Hurry up. Someone might come looking for you."
"Nah," he slowed even further, "They all know I'm fucking the hottest girl in school."
Fuck. Kara hadn't heard him say that in days, both of them still too used to frak. She bit down on her lip, a little shocked at how hot that was for him to say. Maybe she was acclimating a little too well to Earth.
"Are you?"
He sucked hard on her nipple, then asked, "Am I what?"
"Fucking the hottest girl in school, Sammy?"
"Frak, yes," he replied, sliding a third finger into her and flicking her clit just right.
Kara smacked her hand against the edge of the desk, then grabbed for his head, pulling his mouth back to hers, letting him swallow her whimpers and moans as she climaxed.
"Gods, baby," he groaned, before undoing his pants with her help.
She muffled a protest when he pulled his fingers free, just long enough to tug her underwear out of the way before sliding in.
"Shit," he muttered, kissing her neck, "Not gonna last long."
Giggling, she reached down to grope his ass, "Them's the breaks, Sammy. You get to be all youthful and adventurous--" she groaned a little when he thrust extra-hard, burying himself in deep, "--but you got no stamina."
"Yeah?" he panted, nipping and sucking at her throat, hands busy with her breasts.
Kara spanked him, the sound a little louder than she was expecting. She did it again before he could protest, then smirked a little when he lost it, spasming and slumping forwards, pressing her back onto the desk.
"Gods."
"Yeah?" She stroked her fingers through his hair, "You gonna get it back up anytime soon, or should I go looking for some more help. Maybe that stupid kid in my Spanish class might be up for a little frakking?"
"Frak no," tightening his hold on her, Sam licked her neck, "Ain't no teen gonna fuck my hot wife."
"Oh, baby, that's so romantic."
It occurred to Kara that she could still hear the music from the gym; raising her head, she discovered that the door had never shut all the way, and was now half-open, a very wide-eyed sophomore staring at them. "Frak off," she suggested.
The boy gulped, then yanked the door closed and ran.
Which was good. Kara had the feeling the song playing would have made her want to vomit if she'd been subjected to it for long.
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlight, people ....
-f-
with aplogies to Journey, but you know all the worst high school dances have Journey played, at some point.
rating: R, sex
pairing: Kara/Sam
length: 1000+
spoilers: ...none.
genre: AU
prompt: Sam/Kara, don't stop believing - So. Um. BSG mini!fic. It had to happen. Y'know? (pornbattle)
streetlights named desire
by ALC Punk!
One of the best things (not that there were many) about being stuck in a teen body (the whole cloning thing being something Kara didn't plan on thinking about) was the flexibility. Sure, as an adult, she'd been pretty good at twisting and shifting, bending and lunging. But as a teen? While there was less stamina in certain aspects, there was definitely more flexibility.
There was also something to be said for weird teenage rituals on Earth. High school dances, for one.
Kara wasn't entirely certain how Athena had convinced her to go, but lounging against a piller, watching everyone dance like idiots was at least mildly entertaining.
"Wanna dance?" Unsurprisingly, someone had worked up the nerve to ask her to dance.
"D'no, is the captain of the basketball team allowed to dance with the juvenile delinquent who kicks his ass?" Kara shot back, smirking up at Sam Anders, who was still nice and tall, though a little shorter than she was used to, as a teen.
He snickered, "Afraid people will think you're trying to be popular? We could try it and see, I'm sure I could make you adored by the school at large..."
"Frak you," she suggested.
Sam's eyes darkened as he moved closer, sort of looming, since he still could. "I seem to recall doing so already. Twice. This morning." he caught her hand in his and tugged.
Rolling her eyes, Kara let him lead her onto the dance floor. She could sort of dance. He could sort of dance.
They wouldn't really look out of place, since no one else could dance, either. Kara did take full advantage, though, rubbing up against him and laughing when he grabbed the hands she'd groped him with.
"Kara!" But he wasn't really objecting. He was laughing and pulling her closer as the music turned soft and slow.
Objecting seemed a waste of time, especially since winding her arms around his neck brought her body flush with his. And he was definitely not unhappy to have her there. "Poor baby," she whispered, kissing his neck, sucking just hard enough to make him press against her harder.
"Yeah? I got the hottest chick in the whole sucking my neck," his voice lowered, "Maybe thinkin' about frakkin' me."
"Maybe?" Kara snickered and shifted, reaching her hand down between them, and fiddling with the button at the top of his pants. "You want me to jack you off right on the dancefloor, Sammy?"
He stared at her, then moved, dragging her off the floor. They were almost running by the time they broke into the hallway outside the gym. Sam shoved her ahead of him, laughing when she cursed at him over her shoulder. "We need an empty room."
"Getting picky in your old age," Kara mocked, trying the first four doors before finding an open office. She was already tugging her dress up (Athena having suckered her into something shiny, blue, and frothy), eyeing the room for potential surfaces. "Desk?"
"Chair?" he suggested, kicking the door and grabbing her, leaning down to bite at her neck.
"No--" she squirmed in his arms.
Sam let her turn and kissed her, feeling her dress bunch up between them.
"Zipper," Kara muttered against his mouth before sucking his tongue into hers and making his brain shut down.
She almost laughed when all he could do was tug at it, not co-ordinated enough to pull it down. It was a good thing they'd been practicing this, or she was pretty sure Sam would have already embarassed himself, ruining another pair of pants. She giggled at that thought, wriggling her hips, trying to see if she could make him do it again.
"Kara--" he growled, hands stilling her for a moment, "Stop that."
"Awww. You know you like it."
"Yeah. Love it." Pushing her back, he nudged her legs apart, hand sliding between them. "Not the only one enjoying things," was his smug comment before he began fingering her through her damp panties.
Kara squirmed, pretty certain he could get her off right then, and wondering if he'd shut the frak up and do it, or if she'd have to wait. She leaned into the edge of the desk, tugging her dress up and bent back a little, like she was stretching. "Make up your mind, Sam."
"Think you're gonna come for me, first," he replied, hand tugging her leg wider, fingers slipping underneath the silk to slide into her.
"Worried you won't last?"
Taunting him was a mistake, she realized, seeing the flash of his teeth before he bent and tugged her dress down enough to get at her breasts. Kara managed not to squeak when he scraped his teeth over a nipple, but she couldn't help tightening around his fingers.
At the back of her head, she could hear Athena telling her not to wreck the dress. Kara arched up into Sam's mouth and decided she didn't care.
His thumb circled up, maddeningly slow before pressing hard enough to make her emit sounds that would have been embarrassing in a room full of people, but were just a turn-on to the man (who looked like a teenager) between her legs. His little smirk in the semi-dark told her he was proud of himself and he hadn't even made her climax yet.
Kara smacked his shoulder, "Hurry up. Someone might come looking for you."
"Nah," he slowed even further, "They all know I'm fucking the hottest girl in school."
Fuck. Kara hadn't heard him say that in days, both of them still too used to frak. She bit down on her lip, a little shocked at how hot that was for him to say. Maybe she was acclimating a little too well to Earth.
"Are you?"
He sucked hard on her nipple, then asked, "Am I what?"
"Fucking the hottest girl in school, Sammy?"
"Frak, yes," he replied, sliding a third finger into her and flicking her clit just right.
Kara smacked her hand against the edge of the desk, then grabbed for his head, pulling his mouth back to hers, letting him swallow her whimpers and moans as she climaxed.
"Gods, baby," he groaned, before undoing his pants with her help.
She muffled a protest when he pulled his fingers free, just long enough to tug her underwear out of the way before sliding in.
"Shit," he muttered, kissing her neck, "Not gonna last long."
Giggling, she reached down to grope his ass, "Them's the breaks, Sammy. You get to be all youthful and adventurous--" she groaned a little when he thrust extra-hard, burying himself in deep, "--but you got no stamina."
"Yeah?" he panted, nipping and sucking at her throat, hands busy with her breasts.
Kara spanked him, the sound a little louder than she was expecting. She did it again before he could protest, then smirked a little when he lost it, spasming and slumping forwards, pressing her back onto the desk.
"Gods."
"Yeah?" She stroked her fingers through his hair, "You gonna get it back up anytime soon, or should I go looking for some more help. Maybe that stupid kid in my Spanish class might be up for a little frakking?"
"Frak no," tightening his hold on her, Sam licked her neck, "Ain't no teen gonna fuck my hot wife."
"Oh, baby, that's so romantic."
It occurred to Kara that she could still hear the music from the gym; raising her head, she discovered that the door had never shut all the way, and was now half-open, a very wide-eyed sophomore staring at them. "Frak off," she suggested.
The boy gulped, then yanked the door closed and ran.
Which was good. Kara had the feeling the song playing would have made her want to vomit if she'd been subjected to it for long.
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlight, people ....
-f-
with aplogies to Journey, but you know all the worst high school dances have Journey played, at some point.
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They are emancipated minors.
And of course Karl laughs at them. big!Karl does, too.
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And I echo
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See above! Because 'Thena is shrunken, as is Boomer (who got to keep 'Sharon' as her name).
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Mostly.
Thank you =D