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bsg porn that is too long, wtf. Kara/Sam
God, do I have to disclaimer? I am so going to be late. (btw, this is what happens when I watch things like Trick or Treat, people)
fairground, how an angel gets its wings, attack of the giggles, public indecency
"I love this time of year," Kara said cheerfully.
She and Sam were walking through crowded streets, their wings on display for all the world to see. But no one was looking twice. They were careful with the feathers, avoiding things like sickles and swords, batons and shepherd's crooks. Everyone around them was dressed in some outlandish costume, making them feel as though they fit right in.
"You would."
Kara glanced at him, grinning. She was wearing a white drape, barely covering her from neck to knee. And she'd persuaded Sam into something that wasn't much more than a loin cloth. It gave her a nice expanse of his chest to ogle. "You don't like dressing up and pretending to be human, baby?"
He snickered, eyes looking her up and down. "Is that what we're doing? Thought were pretending to be angels."
"Drunken angels," she shot back, swaying her hips as she stalked into his personal space. Her hands were itching to touch him, so she did, fingers grabbing his waist. "Just like half the people here."
She wasn't wrong about that. They'd passed more than one couple kissing, snuggling, or more. And it wasn't as though Kara needed suggestions or ideas to improve her sex life (she got more than enough as it was, and it was definitely varied). But there was something extra decadent and sexy for pretending to be something they weren't, if only for the one night of the year that angel costumes wouldn't look out of place.
"Trick or treat!" Shouted a small child, running by them in a ridiculous clown costume.
"Treat, please," Sam joked, leaning down to kiss Kara, ignoring the few people who bothered to notice that two angels were kissing in the middle of the street.
Eventually, though, Kara nudged him, teasingly tugging at his half-toga and making him growl about how there was a little too much of a breeze. Which set her to giggling and dancing away from him, avoiding the crowd, but not really. More than a few people glared at the drunken angel in their midst, though a few were also eye-rolling or amused.
Sam chased her, finally cornering her in an alley off the main street of the party. "Playing hard to get, huh?"
"Uh-huh--" She pushed up on her toes, kissing him enthusiastically while reaching down to press her fingers against his cock through his toga. "C'mon, baby, haven't you ever wanted to frak an angel?"
"In an alley?" he asked huskily, his eyes dancing with amusement. But he couldn't help but groan as she stroked him.
With a grin, Kara turned around, arching her back and looking at him over her shoulder, "It can't be that hard, can it? Just a little effort, Sammy, and we can help you soar."
He groaned at her ridiculous pun, then took her hips and leaned down, careful with her wings, to nip at her neck and shoulders. Kara pushed back into him, her ass pressing against his hardening member, and he seriously considered all the reasons this was a very bad idea. But then again, when had he ever listened to reason in regards to Kara?
"Yeah? You wet for me already, baby?" He asked, tugging her skirt out of his way and discovering she hadn't bothered with underwear. Frak. If he hadn't already been hard before, that did it.
"What the hell do you think? Been teasing me all night," she pointed out, wriggling her ass at him. "Hurry up, Sam."
Sam had to admit that her idea of costuming was very convenient for a quick frak in an alley as he tugged up his toga and shifted, hands pulling at her hips until he could thrust into her. The first few were shallow until she moved, going up on her toes.
"Not tall enough," Sam panted, mocking her a little, and thrusting extra hard, so she wouldn't have the brain to mock back.
She growled, but couldn't manage anything more coherent, one hand between her legs, stroking herself in time to his thrusts. Sam could feel her fingertips brushing him every so often, and had to concentrate not to come.
Hooking an arm around her waist, he bent a little, freeing up his hand so he could fumble and grope his way to her breasts, kneading and stroking them through her top. Finding a nipple, he pinched it.
"Nng. C'mon, Sammy," Kara moaned, "Show me how an angel gets its wings."
Snickering, he bent his head, nipping at the back of her neck and moving harder, faster. "Yeah? That lame idea all you got?" He pinched her nipple again, harder.
Her reply was a strangled moan as she climaxed, jerking back into him and nearly knocking them both over when her legs gave out.
Grateful for the alley wall, Sam pressed her into it, giving her a moment before he moved again, thrusting until he lost himself, and then he was even more grateful for the wall being there, as his legs got a little shaky.
"Frak, baby," Kara mumbled, nudging him with her elbow. "That doesn't stop being hot."
"What, me frakking you so hard you can't think?"
She snickered, "No, you being easy, Sammy."
Pulling away, Sam started to try to restore them to something a little less devilish and a little more angelic. He couldn't resist slapping Kara's ass, though.
Which was the perfect time for the policeman to find them. He glared. "All right, you two, let's go."
"Are we under arrest, officer?" Kara asked, turning away from the wall and tugging her skirt down again, her eyes wide in an attempt at innocence.
He didn't look fooled, "Public indecency. Move."
And that was how two angels on Halloween found themselves banged up. The story of how Kara seduced Sam into further sexual shenanigans while in their cell is another one entirely, however.
fairground, how an angel gets its wings, attack of the giggles, public indecency
"I love this time of year," Kara said cheerfully.
She and Sam were walking through crowded streets, their wings on display for all the world to see. But no one was looking twice. They were careful with the feathers, avoiding things like sickles and swords, batons and shepherd's crooks. Everyone around them was dressed in some outlandish costume, making them feel as though they fit right in.
"You would."
Kara glanced at him, grinning. She was wearing a white drape, barely covering her from neck to knee. And she'd persuaded Sam into something that wasn't much more than a loin cloth. It gave her a nice expanse of his chest to ogle. "You don't like dressing up and pretending to be human, baby?"
He snickered, eyes looking her up and down. "Is that what we're doing? Thought were pretending to be angels."
"Drunken angels," she shot back, swaying her hips as she stalked into his personal space. Her hands were itching to touch him, so she did, fingers grabbing his waist. "Just like half the people here."
She wasn't wrong about that. They'd passed more than one couple kissing, snuggling, or more. And it wasn't as though Kara needed suggestions or ideas to improve her sex life (she got more than enough as it was, and it was definitely varied). But there was something extra decadent and sexy for pretending to be something they weren't, if only for the one night of the year that angel costumes wouldn't look out of place.
"Trick or treat!" Shouted a small child, running by them in a ridiculous clown costume.
"Treat, please," Sam joked, leaning down to kiss Kara, ignoring the few people who bothered to notice that two angels were kissing in the middle of the street.
Eventually, though, Kara nudged him, teasingly tugging at his half-toga and making him growl about how there was a little too much of a breeze. Which set her to giggling and dancing away from him, avoiding the crowd, but not really. More than a few people glared at the drunken angel in their midst, though a few were also eye-rolling or amused.
Sam chased her, finally cornering her in an alley off the main street of the party. "Playing hard to get, huh?"
"Uh-huh--" She pushed up on her toes, kissing him enthusiastically while reaching down to press her fingers against his cock through his toga. "C'mon, baby, haven't you ever wanted to frak an angel?"
"In an alley?" he asked huskily, his eyes dancing with amusement. But he couldn't help but groan as she stroked him.
With a grin, Kara turned around, arching her back and looking at him over her shoulder, "It can't be that hard, can it? Just a little effort, Sammy, and we can help you soar."
He groaned at her ridiculous pun, then took her hips and leaned down, careful with her wings, to nip at her neck and shoulders. Kara pushed back into him, her ass pressing against his hardening member, and he seriously considered all the reasons this was a very bad idea. But then again, when had he ever listened to reason in regards to Kara?
"Yeah? You wet for me already, baby?" He asked, tugging her skirt out of his way and discovering she hadn't bothered with underwear. Frak. If he hadn't already been hard before, that did it.
"What the hell do you think? Been teasing me all night," she pointed out, wriggling her ass at him. "Hurry up, Sam."
Sam had to admit that her idea of costuming was very convenient for a quick frak in an alley as he tugged up his toga and shifted, hands pulling at her hips until he could thrust into her. The first few were shallow until she moved, going up on her toes.
"Not tall enough," Sam panted, mocking her a little, and thrusting extra hard, so she wouldn't have the brain to mock back.
She growled, but couldn't manage anything more coherent, one hand between her legs, stroking herself in time to his thrusts. Sam could feel her fingertips brushing him every so often, and had to concentrate not to come.
Hooking an arm around her waist, he bent a little, freeing up his hand so he could fumble and grope his way to her breasts, kneading and stroking them through her top. Finding a nipple, he pinched it.
"Nng. C'mon, Sammy," Kara moaned, "Show me how an angel gets its wings."
Snickering, he bent his head, nipping at the back of her neck and moving harder, faster. "Yeah? That lame idea all you got?" He pinched her nipple again, harder.
Her reply was a strangled moan as she climaxed, jerking back into him and nearly knocking them both over when her legs gave out.
Grateful for the alley wall, Sam pressed her into it, giving her a moment before he moved again, thrusting until he lost himself, and then he was even more grateful for the wall being there, as his legs got a little shaky.
"Frak, baby," Kara mumbled, nudging him with her elbow. "That doesn't stop being hot."
"What, me frakking you so hard you can't think?"
She snickered, "No, you being easy, Sammy."
Pulling away, Sam started to try to restore them to something a little less devilish and a little more angelic. He couldn't resist slapping Kara's ass, though.
Which was the perfect time for the policeman to find them. He glared. "All right, you two, let's go."
"Are we under arrest, officer?" Kara asked, turning away from the wall and tugging her skirt down again, her eyes wide in an attempt at innocence.
He didn't look fooled, "Public indecency. Move."
And that was how two angels on Halloween found themselves banged up. The story of how Kara seduced Sam into further sexual shenanigans while in their cell is another one entirely, however.