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porn battle fic: Strategy is Everything, Kara/Sam, R
disclaimer: not mine
rating: R, sex
pairing: Kara/Sam
set: post-Resistance
length: too long for a comment
prompt: team captain
Strategy is Everything
by ALC Punk!
"You're team captain, huh? That mean you get all the expensive soaps?" Kara asked, watching Sam Anders watch her as she stripped. They were showering after their pyramid game, both still panting from the exertion. She shouldn't be taunting him anymore, but that electric thrill that sent her rolling away from him during the game, was riding her spine.
There'd been a connection since they drew down on each other, a moment of something that hadn't quite gone away.
But mocking him, flashing her tits, was more fun than having a serious conversation. Kara was never one for subtlety, anyway. He didn't seem to mind that, didn't seem to object to her being there in the boys' locker room.
"Why, you wanna smell all flowery, lieutenant?" He tossed his shirt at the bench and missed.
Kara snickered, "No wonder you all lost so much."
"It's a matter of strategy," he replied, kicking a shoe in the same direction. He hopped on one foot, closer to her.
"Strategy, huh?" Kara unfastened her pants, feeling the pull in her muscles as she bent to push them down to the floor, taking her underwear with them.
He chuckled, sounding much closer. "I've been getting good with strategy."
Straightening, Kara found him in her personal space, practically looming. She tilted her head back and smirked at him. "You call this strategy?" She didn't back off, knowing her could see the way her skin was coming up in goose bumps. It was cold in the locker room, except where the heat from his skin rolled against hers.
"You're lookin' kinda cold there."
"No shit." Stepping into him, she pushed up on her toes, her breasts brushing against him teasingly. With a hand on his shoulder, she murmured, "I hope the hot water works better here than on Galactica," before spinning away from him and heading into the showers.
She laughed a little at the cranky sound he made behind her before yelping as the cold tile made her feet hurt.
"The hot water isn't so great," he warned her.
Kara glanced back at him as she twisted the taps on. "Then you better get in here to keep me warm."
It wasn't his strategy that led her to press against him, letting his hands roam her body, belly, legs, arms, and finally her breasts, as the lukewarm water continued to be lukewarm. It was the frakking cold. With him touching her, though, she stopped being cold. His fingers left trails of fire along her skin, his mouth (when he finally started using it to suck the cold sweat from the back of her neck) made her back arch in anticipation.
"Need some soap?" he asked, suddenly stepping away.
Kara glared at his retreating ass, wondering if he was trying to annoy her, or if it was accidental. Given the glint in his eyes as he returned and handed her the bar and a rag, it was on purpose.
"Playing hard to get, captain?" she asked, soaping the cloth and swiping her arms.
"Strategy," he replied, using his own cloth and bending to wash his legs.
"Uh-huh. You just afraid of slipping and falling?" It wasn't like he was uninterested. She could see he was half-hard, and his eyes couldn't stop staring at her when he thought she was distracted.
Not that she minded. Frak, she was having a hard time not simply jumping him. He was pretty. Lean and fit, with distracting blue eyes and a smirk that got right under her skin while his touch went to her gut. Making an irritated sound of her own, Kara quickly finished soaping up and stood under the shower to rinse off. "After we're clean, your ass is mine, Anders."
"Yeah?" He crowded up against her again, hands suddenly sliding around her waist.
Kara leaned her head back, eyes closed. "You gonna do anything or are you just being a frakking tease again?"
"Strategy," he suggested before his hands stroked her belly, one sliding up and one sliding down. Kara let out a little sound and felt his lips smirking on the back of her throat as he did more than just tease a little.
Her skin on fire from his touch, Kara stopped minding the lukewarm water.
At some point, she dropped the rag and lurched forward, her hands grabbing for the wall, slipping on the tile until she found the soap dishes. Sam pushed up against her, almost losing his footing before he steadied himself, laughing softly. "There are better ways to do this."
"Live dangerously," she suggested, turning around and pushing up to kiss him, her hands grabbing for his head.
He kissed her a little desperately, then grabbed for her hips, grinding against her, but not lifting her any higher. It was maddening, feeling how hard he was.
"Your strategy sucks."
A laugh escaped him, then he groaned and pulled away, keeping them both from falling as he pulled her into the corner, where more than one soap dish formed a sort of ledge. It was almost the right height, and Kara grabbed onto his shoulders for stability as her legs wrapped around his waist.
There wasn't time for talking, then, just doing. Fingers and mouths, Kara's nails scraping his ass, Sam's lips sucking at her shoulder. Kara thought a little wildly that maybe his strategy hadn't been that bad before she tumbled off the edge of the world. He was still there when she came back, body slumped and pinning her to the wall. Cold tile dug into her ass, and her still-scratched shoulder was aching from the misuse.
"We should wash your back," she mumbled, feeling him laugh a little.
"It's cold now."
"That why we moved?"
He didn't answer as he stepped back and helped her back to the ground. Kara tried not to wince as her hips protested the abuse. Gods, she was going to feel this later.
"So, as team captain, do you get all the best food?" Kara asked as she stepped under the now ice-cold water. It didn't feel good, but there was sweat and sex to wash off if she wanted to be vaguely presentable. Though she kinda thought she'd be dirty again later, if Sam could find them another convenient, flat, surface.
He snorted and joined her, retrieving one of the cloths and handing it to her, once he was done with it. "What do I look like, a God?"
"From where I'm standing..." Smirking, Kara brushed her hands against his limp dick, "Not so much anymore."
"It's COLD." He defended.
"Guess we'll have to warm you up, then." She turned the water off and headed for the locker room. "I hope you brought towels."
rating: R, sex
pairing: Kara/Sam
set: post-Resistance
length: too long for a comment
prompt: team captain
Strategy is Everything
by ALC Punk!
"You're team captain, huh? That mean you get all the expensive soaps?" Kara asked, watching Sam Anders watch her as she stripped. They were showering after their pyramid game, both still panting from the exertion. She shouldn't be taunting him anymore, but that electric thrill that sent her rolling away from him during the game, was riding her spine.
There'd been a connection since they drew down on each other, a moment of something that hadn't quite gone away.
But mocking him, flashing her tits, was more fun than having a serious conversation. Kara was never one for subtlety, anyway. He didn't seem to mind that, didn't seem to object to her being there in the boys' locker room.
"Why, you wanna smell all flowery, lieutenant?" He tossed his shirt at the bench and missed.
Kara snickered, "No wonder you all lost so much."
"It's a matter of strategy," he replied, kicking a shoe in the same direction. He hopped on one foot, closer to her.
"Strategy, huh?" Kara unfastened her pants, feeling the pull in her muscles as she bent to push them down to the floor, taking her underwear with them.
He chuckled, sounding much closer. "I've been getting good with strategy."
Straightening, Kara found him in her personal space, practically looming. She tilted her head back and smirked at him. "You call this strategy?" She didn't back off, knowing her could see the way her skin was coming up in goose bumps. It was cold in the locker room, except where the heat from his skin rolled against hers.
"You're lookin' kinda cold there."
"No shit." Stepping into him, she pushed up on her toes, her breasts brushing against him teasingly. With a hand on his shoulder, she murmured, "I hope the hot water works better here than on Galactica," before spinning away from him and heading into the showers.
She laughed a little at the cranky sound he made behind her before yelping as the cold tile made her feet hurt.
"The hot water isn't so great," he warned her.
Kara glanced back at him as she twisted the taps on. "Then you better get in here to keep me warm."
It wasn't his strategy that led her to press against him, letting his hands roam her body, belly, legs, arms, and finally her breasts, as the lukewarm water continued to be lukewarm. It was the frakking cold. With him touching her, though, she stopped being cold. His fingers left trails of fire along her skin, his mouth (when he finally started using it to suck the cold sweat from the back of her neck) made her back arch in anticipation.
"Need some soap?" he asked, suddenly stepping away.
Kara glared at his retreating ass, wondering if he was trying to annoy her, or if it was accidental. Given the glint in his eyes as he returned and handed her the bar and a rag, it was on purpose.
"Playing hard to get, captain?" she asked, soaping the cloth and swiping her arms.
"Strategy," he replied, using his own cloth and bending to wash his legs.
"Uh-huh. You just afraid of slipping and falling?" It wasn't like he was uninterested. She could see he was half-hard, and his eyes couldn't stop staring at her when he thought she was distracted.
Not that she minded. Frak, she was having a hard time not simply jumping him. He was pretty. Lean and fit, with distracting blue eyes and a smirk that got right under her skin while his touch went to her gut. Making an irritated sound of her own, Kara quickly finished soaping up and stood under the shower to rinse off. "After we're clean, your ass is mine, Anders."
"Yeah?" He crowded up against her again, hands suddenly sliding around her waist.
Kara leaned her head back, eyes closed. "You gonna do anything or are you just being a frakking tease again?"
"Strategy," he suggested before his hands stroked her belly, one sliding up and one sliding down. Kara let out a little sound and felt his lips smirking on the back of her throat as he did more than just tease a little.
Her skin on fire from his touch, Kara stopped minding the lukewarm water.
At some point, she dropped the rag and lurched forward, her hands grabbing for the wall, slipping on the tile until she found the soap dishes. Sam pushed up against her, almost losing his footing before he steadied himself, laughing softly. "There are better ways to do this."
"Live dangerously," she suggested, turning around and pushing up to kiss him, her hands grabbing for his head.
He kissed her a little desperately, then grabbed for her hips, grinding against her, but not lifting her any higher. It was maddening, feeling how hard he was.
"Your strategy sucks."
A laugh escaped him, then he groaned and pulled away, keeping them both from falling as he pulled her into the corner, where more than one soap dish formed a sort of ledge. It was almost the right height, and Kara grabbed onto his shoulders for stability as her legs wrapped around his waist.
There wasn't time for talking, then, just doing. Fingers and mouths, Kara's nails scraping his ass, Sam's lips sucking at her shoulder. Kara thought a little wildly that maybe his strategy hadn't been that bad before she tumbled off the edge of the world. He was still there when she came back, body slumped and pinning her to the wall. Cold tile dug into her ass, and her still-scratched shoulder was aching from the misuse.
"We should wash your back," she mumbled, feeling him laugh a little.
"It's cold now."
"That why we moved?"
He didn't answer as he stepped back and helped her back to the ground. Kara tried not to wince as her hips protested the abuse. Gods, she was going to feel this later.
"So, as team captain, do you get all the best food?" Kara asked as she stepped under the now ice-cold water. It didn't feel good, but there was sweat and sex to wash off if she wanted to be vaguely presentable. Though she kinda thought she'd be dirty again later, if Sam could find them another convenient, flat, surface.
He snorted and joined her, retrieving one of the cloths and handing it to her, once he was done with it. "What do I look like, a God?"
"From where I'm standing..." Smirking, Kara brushed her hands against his limp dick, "Not so much anymore."
"It's COLD." He defended.
"Guess we'll have to warm you up, then." She turned the water off and headed for the locker room. "I hope you brought towels."
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Well, yes. But he's dishing it out just as often, usually. It was just her turn, this time.
Thank you =D
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Your banter was, as always, spot on and hilarious. :)
"What do I look like, a God?"
"From where I'm standing..." Smirking, Kara brushed her hands against his limp dick, "Not so much anymore."
"It's COLD." He defended.
Wow. Win. Haha.
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Thank you! I can never resist a chance to mock Sam (or Pete or any other male, really) ;D