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Entry tags:
fic: BSG, Walking on Air, Kara/Sam, R
disclaimer: not mine
pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders
set: post-Revelation AU (not Toasterlandia, though)
rating: R, sex, language
genre: ...well, it's not gen. fluff! (these two do not fit 'romance'.)
length: 1700
notes: this is a rather ridiculously silly and porny (not to mention, plotless) sequel to On a Wing and a Prayer. And, yes, most of this had been written, it just needed an ending (I think I got bogged down during the porn).
Walking on Air
by ALC Punk!
Kara was on her way back from a routine recce when she spotted her husband lazily looping in circles. It was still kind of a shock to see him fly without a viper, but she was mostly used to it. On an impulse, she radioed in that she'd be a little while and turned her nose, heading straight for him. He saw her coming, and seemed to pause before he flew away, glancing back once to make sure she was following.
A laugh escaped her as they flew a complicated spiral and loop, with the viper gaining on him until she flipped over and waved at him through the canopy.
He waved back, an amused grin on his face.
Kara landed her viper and hopped out, that pop and surge of adrenaline from flying soaking through her veins as she watched Sam come closer.
"Hey, baby," he said, dropping down to the ground next to her and looming over her, practically shoving her up against the viper. She could feel the energy coming off of him, smell the sweat and dirt on his skin.
"Fancy flying, Longshot."
"Mmm." He grinned, bending his head to kiss her, though he stopped before he did, "Wanna go for a ride, Starbuck?"
Kara's eyebrows went up, "You think that's such a good idea?"
"Only one way to find out--" His hands pulled her up into him and he lifted her a little, spinning them both around before he took a strange little hop-leap and pushed off into the air.
The sensation of being upside-down and the wrong way around made Kara swallow something close to a shriek, her arms clamping around his chest, "Sam--"
"Hang on," he advised, his wings snapping a little with the effort of propelling them up and into the air.
With altitude, Kara actually felt a little safer. She glanced sideways, watching the ground below them for a moment before looking up into Sam's face. "I hope you know how to land."
"Yup." The grin on his face was full of exhileration, "Hook your legs around me," he suggested, wings tilting so they suddenly started spiralling. "I'm going to flip us."
There was nothing like the feel of wind sliding past her, while her husband spun them around in the air. Kara let out a whoop, suddenly understanding a little bit why he had tried flying in the first place. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist as he got them high into the sky. For an instant, they hung there, up-right and almost dancing.
Sam gave his wings a flip and he was suddenly on his back, Kara plastered to his front.
They were falling, and she didn't care.
Kissing him might have been a bad idea, but, frak, it felt good. All that adrenaline and tension slid over her skin, and she pulled her mouth free of his so he could gain a little control back, flipping them over and striving upwards again.
They glided, Sam's mouth demanding and hard against hers, both of them getting off on the danger. It wouldn't take much to send them both crashing to the ground: kissing a little too long could do it easily.
Sam pulled his mouth from hers before that could happen, breath ragged, but also laughing a little as he folded his wings, sending them towards the ground at a rate Kara had only seen a few times. Free-fall on a red and dust-covered moon made her shiver a little.
His wings spread again, and they skimmed low to the ground until coming up over a small ridge presented them with her viper again and he back-winged, landing a little too hard.
They went down, Sam yelping and cursing a little as Kara hit first and his wings got tangled with each other.
Kara snickered at him, legs still around his waist, even as her body protested the landing. "Gotta work on those, baby."
"Normally," he said, hands yanking at the zipper of her flight suit, pulling it down as he sorted out his wings while his head drifted down her neck, mouth hot on her skin, "Not distracted." He nipped at the skin of her shoulder, one hand yanking her tanks out of his way.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, as she arched a little, suddenly aware of the sweat on her skin and the buzzing underneath that. Kara shoved a hand under his shirts, reaching down and stroking her fingers over the join of back and wing.
The caress made him shudder against her, a groan escaping as he pulled his mouth from her skin. "Keep that up, we're over before we start."
"I know," she smiled sweetly at him, the pulled at his shoulder. "I don't need grass in my hair, Sam."
"Don't wanna be all naked and covered in dirt?" he asked, hands sliding inside her flight suit.
Kara scraped her nails against the skin of his back, digging in slightly when his body tensed. "There's a blanket in the viper, somewhere. Emergency stores for a crash."
He stared at her for a moment, then nodded and scrambled free of her hold, almost falling once he'd gotten to his feet. Kara followed him, hands stroking up under his shirts. There was a bit of fumbling, Sam shifting around, hands pulling her in front of him, and she was trapped between him and the viper, his mouth against hers again.
Not that she minded, fingers stroking through his hair as she sucked at his tongue.
"Blanket," he growled a little while later, hands under her shirts and on her breasts. Kara didn't remember him getting her flight suit off her shoulders, but it didn't matter.
"Cockpit." Ducking her head, she licked his shoulder, biting it a moment later. "Emergency kit strapped to the side. Painted with an orange stripe."
With effort, he pulled free of her and pulled himself up into the cockpit long enough to find the emergency kit and yank it off the rack. While he was busy with that, Kara started stripping her flight suit off the rest of the way, shoving her boots off and standing there in her socks and underwear for a moment, enjoying the breeze cooling the sweat on her skin.
"Damn," he muttered, staring at her.
Kara snickered and grabbed the kit from him. "Clothes, Sam."
"Uh-huh."
With neither of them giving a frak about who could stumble upon them, it wasn't long before Kara had the blanket spread out under the viper and Sam was naked. She stared at him, standing proud and sure in the sunlight, his wings spread a little, the feathers catching the wind and fluttering.
Swallowing, she turned away, ducking under and rolling onto her back. The blanket wasn't really big enough for this, but it would do.
"Damn." Sam said again before he followed her down, crawling under the viper with his wings half-furled. He kissed her belly and up to her breasts before her hands grabbed for his head, pulling him up so she could kiss him as he slid between her legs.
They'd tried sex with her on top since he'd gotten his wings, and it didn't work out so well. On their sides took too much effort for the quick'n'dirty frak she was craving. Kara hooked her legs around his waist.
"Whatcha waitin' for?" She asked against his mouth.
His hands brushed down her body, as he took his sweet time positioning himself for his first thrust. "Nothin'," he murmured.
Her answer was a gasp as he slid into her.
It was something that scared her, just a little, with her hands on his back, brushing up and down, soft feathers tickling her fingers. Sam's wings had been a shock and they still were, except for those times when she was a little disconcerted to discover how much she liked them being around.
With her hands on his back as he set a too-slow rhythm, Kara wondered a little what would have happened if his wings had manifested when they were on New Caprica. A giggle escaped her, picturing Sam Anders flying around that dreary planet. Actually, it wasn't that much worse than Earth was, but Earth was warmer. It felt different, too, almost as if the planet were welcoming them in some way. Two months since they'd moved to the plateau filled with grass and trees, less than that since they'd started laying foundations for real buildings... it was something Kara could get used to.
Head tilted back, Kara could smell the rain coming and the dirt underneath them, grass tickling her skin where one of them slipped off the blanket.
The smells clashed with the viper's sharp tang of tyllium and grease, the metal and plastic from her flight suit. Heady scents that dragged her into half a dozen memories of sex on the Galactica and planet-side, alcohol burning down her throat in too many tiny bars and shitholes.
"Kara," Sam's mouth on hers dragged her back, pinning her for an instant to the shiny grey blanket, the heat from his body blanketing every sense as she climaxed.
Coming back down, she rubbed her fingers against the edges of his wings, feeling him shudder.
She was getting used to this: to him, to the wings, to knowing that every moment she was living would be on a planet and not a battlestar. The word for the feeling that suffused her as he relaxed against her, but kept himself propped up a little was contentment. Something she wasn't sure how to feel without also wanting to run.
"Hey." Sam kissed her shoulder, then smirked a little as he looked at her.
"I should maybe check in." It was a lame excuse. "They might wonder where the viper went."
"Tell 'em your hot husband distracted you," he suggested, slowly pulling free of her and crawling backwards out from under the viper.
"My crazy, Cylon husband."
He smacked her leg, then disappeared, his voice making weird breathy noises, like he was stretching. "Yeah, that, too."
With a sigh, Kara slowly followed him out into the slowly clouding sunlight. "Guess civilization still wants us."
As if on cue, her radio blared a warning sound, and then Racetrack's voice demanded her location and situation. Kara took Sam's helpful (and gropey) hand up and grabbed the receiver to answer back.
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pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders
set: post-Revelation AU (not Toasterlandia, though)
rating: R, sex, language
genre: ...well, it's not gen. fluff! (these two do not fit 'romance'.)
length: 1700
notes: this is a rather ridiculously silly and porny (not to mention, plotless) sequel to On a Wing and a Prayer. And, yes, most of this had been written, it just needed an ending (I think I got bogged down during the porn).
Walking on Air
by ALC Punk!
Kara was on her way back from a routine recce when she spotted her husband lazily looping in circles. It was still kind of a shock to see him fly without a viper, but she was mostly used to it. On an impulse, she radioed in that she'd be a little while and turned her nose, heading straight for him. He saw her coming, and seemed to pause before he flew away, glancing back once to make sure she was following.
A laugh escaped her as they flew a complicated spiral and loop, with the viper gaining on him until she flipped over and waved at him through the canopy.
He waved back, an amused grin on his face.
Kara landed her viper and hopped out, that pop and surge of adrenaline from flying soaking through her veins as she watched Sam come closer.
"Hey, baby," he said, dropping down to the ground next to her and looming over her, practically shoving her up against the viper. She could feel the energy coming off of him, smell the sweat and dirt on his skin.
"Fancy flying, Longshot."
"Mmm." He grinned, bending his head to kiss her, though he stopped before he did, "Wanna go for a ride, Starbuck?"
Kara's eyebrows went up, "You think that's such a good idea?"
"Only one way to find out--" His hands pulled her up into him and he lifted her a little, spinning them both around before he took a strange little hop-leap and pushed off into the air.
The sensation of being upside-down and the wrong way around made Kara swallow something close to a shriek, her arms clamping around his chest, "Sam--"
"Hang on," he advised, his wings snapping a little with the effort of propelling them up and into the air.
With altitude, Kara actually felt a little safer. She glanced sideways, watching the ground below them for a moment before looking up into Sam's face. "I hope you know how to land."
"Yup." The grin on his face was full of exhileration, "Hook your legs around me," he suggested, wings tilting so they suddenly started spiralling. "I'm going to flip us."
There was nothing like the feel of wind sliding past her, while her husband spun them around in the air. Kara let out a whoop, suddenly understanding a little bit why he had tried flying in the first place. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist as he got them high into the sky. For an instant, they hung there, up-right and almost dancing.
Sam gave his wings a flip and he was suddenly on his back, Kara plastered to his front.
They were falling, and she didn't care.
Kissing him might have been a bad idea, but, frak, it felt good. All that adrenaline and tension slid over her skin, and she pulled her mouth free of his so he could gain a little control back, flipping them over and striving upwards again.
They glided, Sam's mouth demanding and hard against hers, both of them getting off on the danger. It wouldn't take much to send them both crashing to the ground: kissing a little too long could do it easily.
Sam pulled his mouth from hers before that could happen, breath ragged, but also laughing a little as he folded his wings, sending them towards the ground at a rate Kara had only seen a few times. Free-fall on a red and dust-covered moon made her shiver a little.
His wings spread again, and they skimmed low to the ground until coming up over a small ridge presented them with her viper again and he back-winged, landing a little too hard.
They went down, Sam yelping and cursing a little as Kara hit first and his wings got tangled with each other.
Kara snickered at him, legs still around his waist, even as her body protested the landing. "Gotta work on those, baby."
"Normally," he said, hands yanking at the zipper of her flight suit, pulling it down as he sorted out his wings while his head drifted down her neck, mouth hot on her skin, "Not distracted." He nipped at the skin of her shoulder, one hand yanking her tanks out of his way.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, as she arched a little, suddenly aware of the sweat on her skin and the buzzing underneath that. Kara shoved a hand under his shirts, reaching down and stroking her fingers over the join of back and wing.
The caress made him shudder against her, a groan escaping as he pulled his mouth from her skin. "Keep that up, we're over before we start."
"I know," she smiled sweetly at him, the pulled at his shoulder. "I don't need grass in my hair, Sam."
"Don't wanna be all naked and covered in dirt?" he asked, hands sliding inside her flight suit.
Kara scraped her nails against the skin of his back, digging in slightly when his body tensed. "There's a blanket in the viper, somewhere. Emergency stores for a crash."
He stared at her for a moment, then nodded and scrambled free of her hold, almost falling once he'd gotten to his feet. Kara followed him, hands stroking up under his shirts. There was a bit of fumbling, Sam shifting around, hands pulling her in front of him, and she was trapped between him and the viper, his mouth against hers again.
Not that she minded, fingers stroking through his hair as she sucked at his tongue.
"Blanket," he growled a little while later, hands under her shirts and on her breasts. Kara didn't remember him getting her flight suit off her shoulders, but it didn't matter.
"Cockpit." Ducking her head, she licked his shoulder, biting it a moment later. "Emergency kit strapped to the side. Painted with an orange stripe."
With effort, he pulled free of her and pulled himself up into the cockpit long enough to find the emergency kit and yank it off the rack. While he was busy with that, Kara started stripping her flight suit off the rest of the way, shoving her boots off and standing there in her socks and underwear for a moment, enjoying the breeze cooling the sweat on her skin.
"Damn," he muttered, staring at her.
Kara snickered and grabbed the kit from him. "Clothes, Sam."
"Uh-huh."
With neither of them giving a frak about who could stumble upon them, it wasn't long before Kara had the blanket spread out under the viper and Sam was naked. She stared at him, standing proud and sure in the sunlight, his wings spread a little, the feathers catching the wind and fluttering.
Swallowing, she turned away, ducking under and rolling onto her back. The blanket wasn't really big enough for this, but it would do.
"Damn." Sam said again before he followed her down, crawling under the viper with his wings half-furled. He kissed her belly and up to her breasts before her hands grabbed for his head, pulling him up so she could kiss him as he slid between her legs.
They'd tried sex with her on top since he'd gotten his wings, and it didn't work out so well. On their sides took too much effort for the quick'n'dirty frak she was craving. Kara hooked her legs around his waist.
"Whatcha waitin' for?" She asked against his mouth.
His hands brushed down her body, as he took his sweet time positioning himself for his first thrust. "Nothin'," he murmured.
Her answer was a gasp as he slid into her.
It was something that scared her, just a little, with her hands on his back, brushing up and down, soft feathers tickling her fingers. Sam's wings had been a shock and they still were, except for those times when she was a little disconcerted to discover how much she liked them being around.
With her hands on his back as he set a too-slow rhythm, Kara wondered a little what would have happened if his wings had manifested when they were on New Caprica. A giggle escaped her, picturing Sam Anders flying around that dreary planet. Actually, it wasn't that much worse than Earth was, but Earth was warmer. It felt different, too, almost as if the planet were welcoming them in some way. Two months since they'd moved to the plateau filled with grass and trees, less than that since they'd started laying foundations for real buildings... it was something Kara could get used to.
Head tilted back, Kara could smell the rain coming and the dirt underneath them, grass tickling her skin where one of them slipped off the blanket.
The smells clashed with the viper's sharp tang of tyllium and grease, the metal and plastic from her flight suit. Heady scents that dragged her into half a dozen memories of sex on the Galactica and planet-side, alcohol burning down her throat in too many tiny bars and shitholes.
"Kara," Sam's mouth on hers dragged her back, pinning her for an instant to the shiny grey blanket, the heat from his body blanketing every sense as she climaxed.
Coming back down, she rubbed her fingers against the edges of his wings, feeling him shudder.
She was getting used to this: to him, to the wings, to knowing that every moment she was living would be on a planet and not a battlestar. The word for the feeling that suffused her as he relaxed against her, but kept himself propped up a little was contentment. Something she wasn't sure how to feel without also wanting to run.
"Hey." Sam kissed her shoulder, then smirked a little as he looked at her.
"I should maybe check in." It was a lame excuse. "They might wonder where the viper went."
"Tell 'em your hot husband distracted you," he suggested, slowly pulling free of her and crawling backwards out from under the viper.
"My crazy, Cylon husband."
He smacked her leg, then disappeared, his voice making weird breathy noises, like he was stretching. "Yeah, that, too."
With a sigh, Kara slowly followed him out into the slowly clouding sunlight. "Guess civilization still wants us."
As if on cue, her radio blared a warning sound, and then Racetrack's voice demanded her location and situation. Kara took Sam's helpful (and gropey) hand up and grabbed the receiver to answer back.
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