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fic: BSG, Eyes Open to the Possibilities, Kara/Sam
disclaimer: not mine
pairing: Kara/Sam
set: Caprica, post-Resistance
length: 2800
rating: R/NC17, genre: pwp
notes: this was originally intended for the porn battle, using the prompt 'an itch that needs scratching', but I figured it could wait and got some other things done instead. This is the... fourth time I've done Kara and Sam's first time iirc. Much thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bluediamond421 for prodding to finish.
Eyes Open to the Possibilities
by ALC Punk!
The truck was almost a tank. Kara had loved it for that before the Cylons. Now, that was an added bonus--though the resistance had done a good job shooting it up, leaving scars and dents on the passenger side. If she'd had the money or time, she would get them buffed and filled, and then paint it again herself. She'd done the original paint job, after suckering the body shop into letting her moonlight when she was planet-side. She could follow a design or spray on straight colors and sealants with the best of them.
But there probably wasn't a body shop left unmolested by the Cylons.
"Nice truck."
Anders. He'd been interested in her since they'd pointed guns at each other--maybe because they'd met at gunpoint. Maybe for shits and giggles. Didn't matter. Kara wasn't on Caprica to get laid--especially not by a third-rate pyramid player.
"Thanks." Mostly ignoring him, she reached in the driver's side window and popped the hood.
He stayed where he was, hands in his pockets while she unhooked the latch, ignoring the sharp edge she'd never gotten filed down like she always did. There was something about getting her hands on an engine that centered her, though she was mostly double-checking that the bullets hadn't made their way through the paneling and into the engine block or nicked a fluid line.
"Need some help?" He was trying for affable and mostly succeeding.
Kara turned from the engine and found he'd moved closer--to look under the hood, probably. His eyes were on her, though, not the engine. "You loom at everyone, Anders?"
"Only short people," he shot back.
She rolled her eyes, "You can wipe the sweat out of my eyes," she suggested, enjoying how close he was, even if she was totally not planning on getting any closer, or letting him get closer.
He grinned and rubbed his palm against her forehead. "That good?"
"Gee, Sammy--now I know why they benched you," she leaned back against the truck and smirked, "you even suck as a towel boy."
"Don't call me Sammy." The words were almost a growl.
Delighted to have discovered something that annoyed him, she raised her eyebrows, "Why not?" Feeling almost bored, she turned away to inspect the engine again. Of course, it had run for the drive to Delphi Union, so she was probably worrying over nothing. And it wasn't like she could take the truck with her back to the Galactica.
"Looks good."
He had moved again, standing behind her, a line of heat against her back. She swallowed. She wasn't there to frak him--but frakking with him? Yeah. That, she could do. She pushed back from the truck, pressing into him.
One of his hands came to rest on the truck and he moved, hips pushing her forwards, pinning her between the truck and his body.
She wasn't here for this.
Frak what she was here for.
Kara turned her head, hand snaking up and behind her, yanking his mouth to hers. It was awkward and not the best kiss she'd ever given--even for a first kiss and she pulled away, regretting it even as she wanted to do it again, make it better. "I should--"
He moved in-between her and the truck, bending and kissing her. This time, it was better, his hands cradled her head, almost gentle, while his mouth teased hers until she pushed up on her toes, hand fisted in his collar and coaxed him into something a little deeper.
Laughter from nearby pulled them apart and Kara glared around Sam at Helo. "Shut up."
"Hey. Just making sure you didn't need help," Helo called, amused. His eyes flicked to Sam. "Guess you're covered."
"At least he isn't a Cylon--" she shot back, aware it was a low blow.
But Karl just snorted, "Don't know that, Starbuck. Maybe he is."
Kara looked up at Anders. "You a Cylon?"
"Frak, no."
"Good enough for me." She leaned up and kissed him again.
Helo made another joke at their expense, but left while they were still kissing. When he was gone, Kara pulled her mouth from Sam's and raised her eyebrows at him, challenging him to decide their next move, even as she tried to tell herself that her truck and her mission were the only priorities. Sam turned to the truck, fingers tugging at her shirt a little, palm warm against her waist, "This done?"
"Yeah." Kara looked over the engine one last time, promising to herself that she'd check the under-carriage later, then let Anders close the hood.
He climbed up onto the truck, legs dangling off the front, heels on the bumper. "Tell me about this battlestar of yours."
Kara blinked, then laughed as she followed him up, figuring the sex could wait. It would happen, she could feel that electric buzz in the air around them. She stretched out near the edge and nudged him with her leg, getting him to do the same. "It's bigger than your high school."
"Your ego is bigger than the frakkin' high school," he remarked.
She snickered and elbowed him, then rolled up onto that same elbow, perfectly willing to lean down and kiss him lazily.
Not that he objected, hand cupping her face, mouth moving gently as they figured each other out until they were breathing in unison, Kara half-sprawled on him.
"You miss Galactica," he murmured when she'd paused, settling on his chest, her head tucked against his shoulder. His fingers absently played with her hair, like he could stay there, on the cold truck hood with her for all eternity.
Maybe he could.
It was an unsettling thought. "I'll get back." She said, with a confidence she could feel. The stars were fitfully shining as the twilight deepened to true dark, mottled by the dust still in the atmosphere, and she wondered who was taking her spot in the CAP and who was getting paperwork foisted on them under the smiling pretext of "helping the over-worked CAG". She almost snorted. Lee wasn't over-worked.
They talked, then, casual shit: pyramid games and flight school, drunken exploits and games they'd watched. Talked until Kara was beginning to regret not following Helo. She'd never known a casual frak who wanted to spend so much time doing nothing but shooting the shit. Then again, most of them hadn't been Sam Anders, pyramid star who probably got a ton of offers all the damned time. Kinda like she did, when she wanted to flash her piloting credentials.
She pushed up on her elbow again, trying to read his face in the dark.
"What?"
"You gonna spend the night talking, Anders?"
He laughed softly, then replied. "You know they all think we've been frakking since we picked you up, right?"
Bending, Kara found his mouth with hers, "Helo says there's a pool going."
"Which one?"
"I put money on kicking you out for eating crackers."
He snickered and kissed her, fingers stroking through her hair and down her arms.
They both shifted, Kara giving into his urging and straddling him. It was an improved angle, bringing their bodies closer and she attacked his mouth, yanking his shirt up and then off when she paused for breath.
She didn't wait for him to work his hand under her shirts, just pulled them up and tossed them, leaving her straddling him in her sports bra and pants. The starlight provided enough illumination to see the black contrast the pale skin, but little else. It left a lot to the imagination, and Kara chuckled as she leaned down to kiss him again.
Half-naked changed things, charging the air around them. An intensity filled their kisses, driving thought away. It was too dark to see, but they didn't need sight. Just taste, touch and feel.
Kara moaned when his fingers brushed across her breasts.
Sound was good, too, like the sound of his breath catching when she got his pants open, and the complaints from him about the cold metal under his back.
Retaliating when she laughed, he got her bra up and out of the way so he could palm her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples an instant later, and making her gasp and then moan. Gods. He was hitting just the right spots, his mouth sucking at her neck when she shifted.
"Higher," he mumbled, pulling at her until her breasts were within range of his mouth.
Kara let out a sound that echoed a little in the courtyard, and wasn't sure she cared who might come looking to watch. Her hands fisted, then she growled, "Pants, Anders."
For a moment, he didn't seem to have heard, his tongue teasing one hard and aching nipple. Then he chuckled, "Pants, huh?"
She pulled away, shifting sideways and would have fallen off the hood if he hadn't grabbed for her when she yelped. Pulling her beneath him, he laughed, body shaking with his amusement.
"Not funny," she mumbled, grabbing for his belt.
He kissed her neck. "Not funny at all," he agreed, his voice an amused rumble.
Poking him, she got their pants and underwear off, but instead of thrusting in her, he tried for some foreplay. Kara had to admit there wasn't anything essentially bad about foreplay, she was just normally a get-in, get-out kind of woman with not much use for it.
Still, his fingers felt good, and she encouraged him until he got very slow with his movements. "Sam." She wriggled, turning her head to nip at his shoulder. "Hurry up."
He laughed, but his voice was a little strained when he tried to mock her. "In a hurry to leave?"
Kara reached down and wrapped her hand around him, squeezing, "Well, it depends on how long you last."
His mouth brushed over her shoulder and he caught her hand, sliding their fingers together, so both were stroking over him for a moment. Then he pulled them away and shifted, thrusting inwards.
The first ten seconds of penetration were too close and not enough, and Kara arched up into him.
"My feet are cold," Sam complained, before he moved again.
It was awkward for a moment, too-fast, then too-slow, then he hit just the right rhythm, and Kara let out a moan of encouragement. He wasn't the best she'd had, not until he was moving, his mouth on her neck and his hands bracing to either side, keeping him from crushing her. But there was no pretense about their movements, no price tags attached to a simple frak.
Kara wound her arms around him, pulling him down against her and hooked her legs over his waist, heels digging into his legs.
He could die here. The thought came unbidden, and she tightened her fingers on his back, digging in, urging him on faster. He could die here and she'd never know. She'd still be alive on Galactica, once she got the arrow back. The Cylons might kill her eventually, but he would already be dead.
The cheerful thought was banished when he slowed, eyes almost gleaming in the starlight.
"Sam."
He slowed even further, and it was almost torture, her body aching with the need to tighten that one last bit. "Sam. Sam, please."
For a moment, he froze completely, eyes wide as he looked at her, as though he could see through to the bottom of her soul. Kara wondered how that worked, how it could feel like she'd known him forever in that instant, and not at all in the next. He shivered and bent, kissing her as he moved again, rhythm too fast, but more than enough.
Kara dug her nails into his ass, his back, climaxing harder than she'd expected. Still reeling, she felt him follow her, collapsing half on her, half next to her, and she rolled her hips to keep him between her legs.
"Not bad," she encouraged, patting his shoulder and grinning a little at the baleful look he gave her.
His hands settled on her waist, "Can't believe we didn't fall off."
Reading his intentions, Kara tightened her legs around his waist, "You take me down, you're coming with me."
Letting his hands stroke slowly up her sides, he grinned a little, "Might be worth it." He sneakily cupped her breast, thumb passing over her still-sensitive nipple.
Kara bit her lip. "No, not worth it." She wriggled free of him and rolled off the other side, landing on unsteady feet. This was the part where she should be dressing and walking away. Kara Thrace didn't cuddle or spend the night, if she could help it.
Sitting up, he blinked at her. "Was it that bad?"
Keeping a blank look on her face, Kara shrugged, "On a scale of one to ten?"
"Objectively."
"No such thing." Unable to resist, she boosted back up onto the hood, on her knees. At the back of her mind, she enjoyed the way his eyes tracked over her skin. "You were a five."
"Ouch." He flopped backwards with a dramatic sigh, "There goes my ego. Damn."
Amused, Kara stretched out next to him, pillowing her head on his shoulder again and staring upwards, absently picking out star formations through the haze of clouds. From the Galactica, they didn't look like that, all tiny pin-points of light and dark swirled in a mess. "Thought you'd want the truth."
"Next time, lie a little." He suggested, shifting and pulling her closer.
Feeling sleepy and warm, Kara raised her eyebrows, even though he couldn't see her expression. "What makes you think there'll be a next time?"
He chuckled, "You mean I don't get a chance to prove myself an eight, then?"
If he could improve upon the prior performance... Kara licked her lips, wondering if she should cut him some slack, then decided not. "I guess."
"You sound so enthusiastic." His fingers teased down her arm, then swiped across her nipple, teasing it.
Kara bit her lip, as the night came back into sharp focus. "Hard to--"
He pinched the nipple, and she moaned, unable to help her reaction to his touch.
"Interesting," he mused, soothing the skin of her breast with his fingertips, "You liked that."
"Fluke," Kara suggested.
He laughed, but settled down, hand still. "Right."
It was awkward, then. He sounded so disappointed and uncertain. Kara pushed up on her elbow, peering at him, "Hey. Y'know... It was a joke."
"Yeah?"
Kara hooked her leg over him and kissed his mouth, savoring the way he felt, all naked warm skin pressed against her. "Yeah."
A laugh pushed air against her lips, and he was grinning. "Figured." Then he moved, rolling over and pulling her beneath him, hands settling on her waist as his lips kissed the hollow of her throat. "We should go to bed," he suggested.
Kara snickered, "We just did."
"Didn't mean sex," he murmured, still amused. He kissed her mouth again before pushing up and sliding off of her onto the ground.
"Jerk." She kicked at him and missed, then sighed, wishing he hadn't moved. The weight of his body had started her skin aching again. "You are, however, getting your re-match. Get back up here."
"Inside. First patrol'll be by to check the vehicles soon."
Kara's eyebrow raised and she propped herself up, staring at him challengingly. "You too chicken to get caught frakking me by your men?"
"Don't want to share." He replied, fingers closing on her ankle and tugging. "C'mon, 's warmer, too."
While he turned away to get dressed, Kara debated with herself, then sighed and slid off the hood behind him. "Inside will be warmer." She acknowledged, rooting around for her clothing and pulling it on haphazardly.
Once she had her boots on, she stared up into the sky, tracing the stars through the haze for a moment before she turned away from them. "Let's get it on, Sammy."
"I want to check that the perimeter's set. I'll catch up."
The shift from playful to business was easier for her than him, and her hand moved to the side-arm still on her belt before she relaxed, "I'll come with you." In the stillness of the night, she'd forgotten the danger (or maybe she'd hoped it was still there, giving them an edge as they frakked like the world had ended) that still faced them.
It took almost an hour and they were both silent as they returned, the laughter gone for the moment. They didn't speak as they stripped and climbed into the cot Sam was using. It was almost too cold until she was pressed against him, the blankets piled on and her head on his shoulder. The contact was enough for comfort, and Kara fell asleep with his snores filling the room.
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pairing: Kara/Sam
set: Caprica, post-Resistance
length: 2800
rating: R/NC17, genre: pwp
notes: this was originally intended for the porn battle, using the prompt 'an itch that needs scratching', but I figured it could wait and got some other things done instead. This is the... fourth time I've done Kara and Sam's first time iirc. Much thanks to
bluediamond421 for prodding to finish.Eyes Open to the Possibilities
by ALC Punk!
The truck was almost a tank. Kara had loved it for that before the Cylons. Now, that was an added bonus--though the resistance had done a good job shooting it up, leaving scars and dents on the passenger side. If she'd had the money or time, she would get them buffed and filled, and then paint it again herself. She'd done the original paint job, after suckering the body shop into letting her moonlight when she was planet-side. She could follow a design or spray on straight colors and sealants with the best of them.
But there probably wasn't a body shop left unmolested by the Cylons.
"Nice truck."
Anders. He'd been interested in her since they'd pointed guns at each other--maybe because they'd met at gunpoint. Maybe for shits and giggles. Didn't matter. Kara wasn't on Caprica to get laid--especially not by a third-rate pyramid player.
"Thanks." Mostly ignoring him, she reached in the driver's side window and popped the hood.
He stayed where he was, hands in his pockets while she unhooked the latch, ignoring the sharp edge she'd never gotten filed down like she always did. There was something about getting her hands on an engine that centered her, though she was mostly double-checking that the bullets hadn't made their way through the paneling and into the engine block or nicked a fluid line.
"Need some help?" He was trying for affable and mostly succeeding.
Kara turned from the engine and found he'd moved closer--to look under the hood, probably. His eyes were on her, though, not the engine. "You loom at everyone, Anders?"
"Only short people," he shot back.
She rolled her eyes, "You can wipe the sweat out of my eyes," she suggested, enjoying how close he was, even if she was totally not planning on getting any closer, or letting him get closer.
He grinned and rubbed his palm against her forehead. "That good?"
"Gee, Sammy--now I know why they benched you," she leaned back against the truck and smirked, "you even suck as a towel boy."
"Don't call me Sammy." The words were almost a growl.
Delighted to have discovered something that annoyed him, she raised her eyebrows, "Why not?" Feeling almost bored, she turned away to inspect the engine again. Of course, it had run for the drive to Delphi Union, so she was probably worrying over nothing. And it wasn't like she could take the truck with her back to the Galactica.
"Looks good."
He had moved again, standing behind her, a line of heat against her back. She swallowed. She wasn't there to frak him--but frakking with him? Yeah. That, she could do. She pushed back from the truck, pressing into him.
One of his hands came to rest on the truck and he moved, hips pushing her forwards, pinning her between the truck and his body.
She wasn't here for this.
Frak what she was here for.
Kara turned her head, hand snaking up and behind her, yanking his mouth to hers. It was awkward and not the best kiss she'd ever given--even for a first kiss and she pulled away, regretting it even as she wanted to do it again, make it better. "I should--"
He moved in-between her and the truck, bending and kissing her. This time, it was better, his hands cradled her head, almost gentle, while his mouth teased hers until she pushed up on her toes, hand fisted in his collar and coaxed him into something a little deeper.
Laughter from nearby pulled them apart and Kara glared around Sam at Helo. "Shut up."
"Hey. Just making sure you didn't need help," Helo called, amused. His eyes flicked to Sam. "Guess you're covered."
"At least he isn't a Cylon--" she shot back, aware it was a low blow.
But Karl just snorted, "Don't know that, Starbuck. Maybe he is."
Kara looked up at Anders. "You a Cylon?"
"Frak, no."
"Good enough for me." She leaned up and kissed him again.
Helo made another joke at their expense, but left while they were still kissing. When he was gone, Kara pulled her mouth from Sam's and raised her eyebrows at him, challenging him to decide their next move, even as she tried to tell herself that her truck and her mission were the only priorities. Sam turned to the truck, fingers tugging at her shirt a little, palm warm against her waist, "This done?"
"Yeah." Kara looked over the engine one last time, promising to herself that she'd check the under-carriage later, then let Anders close the hood.
He climbed up onto the truck, legs dangling off the front, heels on the bumper. "Tell me about this battlestar of yours."
Kara blinked, then laughed as she followed him up, figuring the sex could wait. It would happen, she could feel that electric buzz in the air around them. She stretched out near the edge and nudged him with her leg, getting him to do the same. "It's bigger than your high school."
"Your ego is bigger than the frakkin' high school," he remarked.
She snickered and elbowed him, then rolled up onto that same elbow, perfectly willing to lean down and kiss him lazily.
Not that he objected, hand cupping her face, mouth moving gently as they figured each other out until they were breathing in unison, Kara half-sprawled on him.
"You miss Galactica," he murmured when she'd paused, settling on his chest, her head tucked against his shoulder. His fingers absently played with her hair, like he could stay there, on the cold truck hood with her for all eternity.
Maybe he could.
It was an unsettling thought. "I'll get back." She said, with a confidence she could feel. The stars were fitfully shining as the twilight deepened to true dark, mottled by the dust still in the atmosphere, and she wondered who was taking her spot in the CAP and who was getting paperwork foisted on them under the smiling pretext of "helping the over-worked CAG". She almost snorted. Lee wasn't over-worked.
They talked, then, casual shit: pyramid games and flight school, drunken exploits and games they'd watched. Talked until Kara was beginning to regret not following Helo. She'd never known a casual frak who wanted to spend so much time doing nothing but shooting the shit. Then again, most of them hadn't been Sam Anders, pyramid star who probably got a ton of offers all the damned time. Kinda like she did, when she wanted to flash her piloting credentials.
She pushed up on her elbow again, trying to read his face in the dark.
"What?"
"You gonna spend the night talking, Anders?"
He laughed softly, then replied. "You know they all think we've been frakking since we picked you up, right?"
Bending, Kara found his mouth with hers, "Helo says there's a pool going."
"Which one?"
"I put money on kicking you out for eating crackers."
He snickered and kissed her, fingers stroking through her hair and down her arms.
They both shifted, Kara giving into his urging and straddling him. It was an improved angle, bringing their bodies closer and she attacked his mouth, yanking his shirt up and then off when she paused for breath.
She didn't wait for him to work his hand under her shirts, just pulled them up and tossed them, leaving her straddling him in her sports bra and pants. The starlight provided enough illumination to see the black contrast the pale skin, but little else. It left a lot to the imagination, and Kara chuckled as she leaned down to kiss him again.
Half-naked changed things, charging the air around them. An intensity filled their kisses, driving thought away. It was too dark to see, but they didn't need sight. Just taste, touch and feel.
Kara moaned when his fingers brushed across her breasts.
Sound was good, too, like the sound of his breath catching when she got his pants open, and the complaints from him about the cold metal under his back.
Retaliating when she laughed, he got her bra up and out of the way so he could palm her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples an instant later, and making her gasp and then moan. Gods. He was hitting just the right spots, his mouth sucking at her neck when she shifted.
"Higher," he mumbled, pulling at her until her breasts were within range of his mouth.
Kara let out a sound that echoed a little in the courtyard, and wasn't sure she cared who might come looking to watch. Her hands fisted, then she growled, "Pants, Anders."
For a moment, he didn't seem to have heard, his tongue teasing one hard and aching nipple. Then he chuckled, "Pants, huh?"
She pulled away, shifting sideways and would have fallen off the hood if he hadn't grabbed for her when she yelped. Pulling her beneath him, he laughed, body shaking with his amusement.
"Not funny," she mumbled, grabbing for his belt.
He kissed her neck. "Not funny at all," he agreed, his voice an amused rumble.
Poking him, she got their pants and underwear off, but instead of thrusting in her, he tried for some foreplay. Kara had to admit there wasn't anything essentially bad about foreplay, she was just normally a get-in, get-out kind of woman with not much use for it.
Still, his fingers felt good, and she encouraged him until he got very slow with his movements. "Sam." She wriggled, turning her head to nip at his shoulder. "Hurry up."
He laughed, but his voice was a little strained when he tried to mock her. "In a hurry to leave?"
Kara reached down and wrapped her hand around him, squeezing, "Well, it depends on how long you last."
His mouth brushed over her shoulder and he caught her hand, sliding their fingers together, so both were stroking over him for a moment. Then he pulled them away and shifted, thrusting inwards.
The first ten seconds of penetration were too close and not enough, and Kara arched up into him.
"My feet are cold," Sam complained, before he moved again.
It was awkward for a moment, too-fast, then too-slow, then he hit just the right rhythm, and Kara let out a moan of encouragement. He wasn't the best she'd had, not until he was moving, his mouth on her neck and his hands bracing to either side, keeping him from crushing her. But there was no pretense about their movements, no price tags attached to a simple frak.
Kara wound her arms around him, pulling him down against her and hooked her legs over his waist, heels digging into his legs.
He could die here. The thought came unbidden, and she tightened her fingers on his back, digging in, urging him on faster. He could die here and she'd never know. She'd still be alive on Galactica, once she got the arrow back. The Cylons might kill her eventually, but he would already be dead.
The cheerful thought was banished when he slowed, eyes almost gleaming in the starlight.
"Sam."
He slowed even further, and it was almost torture, her body aching with the need to tighten that one last bit. "Sam. Sam, please."
For a moment, he froze completely, eyes wide as he looked at her, as though he could see through to the bottom of her soul. Kara wondered how that worked, how it could feel like she'd known him forever in that instant, and not at all in the next. He shivered and bent, kissing her as he moved again, rhythm too fast, but more than enough.
Kara dug her nails into his ass, his back, climaxing harder than she'd expected. Still reeling, she felt him follow her, collapsing half on her, half next to her, and she rolled her hips to keep him between her legs.
"Not bad," she encouraged, patting his shoulder and grinning a little at the baleful look he gave her.
His hands settled on her waist, "Can't believe we didn't fall off."
Reading his intentions, Kara tightened her legs around his waist, "You take me down, you're coming with me."
Letting his hands stroke slowly up her sides, he grinned a little, "Might be worth it." He sneakily cupped her breast, thumb passing over her still-sensitive nipple.
Kara bit her lip. "No, not worth it." She wriggled free of him and rolled off the other side, landing on unsteady feet. This was the part where she should be dressing and walking away. Kara Thrace didn't cuddle or spend the night, if she could help it.
Sitting up, he blinked at her. "Was it that bad?"
Keeping a blank look on her face, Kara shrugged, "On a scale of one to ten?"
"Objectively."
"No such thing." Unable to resist, she boosted back up onto the hood, on her knees. At the back of her mind, she enjoyed the way his eyes tracked over her skin. "You were a five."
"Ouch." He flopped backwards with a dramatic sigh, "There goes my ego. Damn."
Amused, Kara stretched out next to him, pillowing her head on his shoulder again and staring upwards, absently picking out star formations through the haze of clouds. From the Galactica, they didn't look like that, all tiny pin-points of light and dark swirled in a mess. "Thought you'd want the truth."
"Next time, lie a little." He suggested, shifting and pulling her closer.
Feeling sleepy and warm, Kara raised her eyebrows, even though he couldn't see her expression. "What makes you think there'll be a next time?"
He chuckled, "You mean I don't get a chance to prove myself an eight, then?"
If he could improve upon the prior performance... Kara licked her lips, wondering if she should cut him some slack, then decided not. "I guess."
"You sound so enthusiastic." His fingers teased down her arm, then swiped across her nipple, teasing it.
Kara bit her lip, as the night came back into sharp focus. "Hard to--"
He pinched the nipple, and she moaned, unable to help her reaction to his touch.
"Interesting," he mused, soothing the skin of her breast with his fingertips, "You liked that."
"Fluke," Kara suggested.
He laughed, but settled down, hand still. "Right."
It was awkward, then. He sounded so disappointed and uncertain. Kara pushed up on her elbow, peering at him, "Hey. Y'know... It was a joke."
"Yeah?"
Kara hooked her leg over him and kissed his mouth, savoring the way he felt, all naked warm skin pressed against her. "Yeah."
A laugh pushed air against her lips, and he was grinning. "Figured." Then he moved, rolling over and pulling her beneath him, hands settling on her waist as his lips kissed the hollow of her throat. "We should go to bed," he suggested.
Kara snickered, "We just did."
"Didn't mean sex," he murmured, still amused. He kissed her mouth again before pushing up and sliding off of her onto the ground.
"Jerk." She kicked at him and missed, then sighed, wishing he hadn't moved. The weight of his body had started her skin aching again. "You are, however, getting your re-match. Get back up here."
"Inside. First patrol'll be by to check the vehicles soon."
Kara's eyebrow raised and she propped herself up, staring at him challengingly. "You too chicken to get caught frakking me by your men?"
"Don't want to share." He replied, fingers closing on her ankle and tugging. "C'mon, 's warmer, too."
While he turned away to get dressed, Kara debated with herself, then sighed and slid off the hood behind him. "Inside will be warmer." She acknowledged, rooting around for her clothing and pulling it on haphazardly.
Once she had her boots on, she stared up into the sky, tracing the stars through the haze for a moment before she turned away from them. "Let's get it on, Sammy."
"I want to check that the perimeter's set. I'll catch up."
The shift from playful to business was easier for her than him, and her hand moved to the side-arm still on her belt before she relaxed, "I'll come with you." In the stillness of the night, she'd forgotten the danger (or maybe she'd hoped it was still there, giving them an edge as they frakked like the world had ended) that still faced them.
It took almost an hour and they were both silent as they returned, the laughter gone for the moment. They didn't speak as they stripped and climbed into the cot Sam was using. It was almost too cold until she was pressed against him, the blankets piled on and her head on his shoulder. The contact was enough for comfort, and Kara fell asleep with his snores filling the room.
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I like getting to know you stuff less now that I've written a lot of it. Otoh, it's still amusing.
First time sex is never completely awesome. =D
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Frantic reunion sex. Hrm. Ys.
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I refused to believe Kara was a motor-mouth after sex, this early in their relationship. =D And I wasn't planning to end on such a low note, but it seemed to fit that they weren't quite bouncy once they were back.
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I sort of deeply love these two at any stage.