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*accomplishes fluffy Kara/Sam ficlet* (BSG, het, PG13, naked people)
not mine, obvsly. set during Sine Qua Non, 400 words.
It shouldn't have come as such a surprise.
Kara was soaked in sweat, limp, and very pleased with herself. So was the man draped across her rack underneath her, his damp legs and arms tangled with hers.
"Frak, Kara," Sam mumbled, kissing the underside of her jaw before sagging back against the pile of rosters she'd shoved out of the way when he'd stalked into the bunkroom, fresh off CAP and looking hot, dangerous, and ready to punch something.
"Wondered what it'd be like." Her own voice wasn't much above a mumble, either. Frakking her husband while he was riding a viper high was like playing three games of pyramid in a row followed by a round with the marine sergeant.
It was a wonder they'd managed to clear the bunkroom before he'd been in her personal space, the energy spilling against her skin.
She knew what it was like, that mixture of danger and boredom that left you filled with adrenaline and need. It had been a long time since she'd had the time or energy to feel it. Too many shifts, too much to worry about, now that her head was on straight again.
The pull to find Earth was mostly gone, and she sometimes felt lonely without it.
Sam stroked a hand down her back, then patted her side. "I should let you get back to paperwork."
Regretting the responsibility, Kara heaved a sigh and untangled herself from him. She winced when her feet landed on the metal floor, the cold stealing her breath. "Get your ass to the showers, Longshot. Then grab some rack time before your next CAP."
"Yes, Cap'n." He lazily saluted her, then slowly climbed to his feet.
There was something magnificent about him, all lean muscle and cocky attitude. Kara seriously considered shoving him back into her bed for another round.
A banging on the door suggested that might not be the best idea. "Next time, take a cold shower."
"Did I wear you out that much?" Sam asked, his tone amused, eyes unreadable.
Kara smacked his shoulder lightly, then handed him his underwear. "Get dressed before Hotdog gets tired of waiting."
The rosters were slightly crumpled when Kara retrieved them after pulling her shirt on. She flattened them on the table, then started hunting for her socks. Pants were nice, but her toes were freezing. Besides, everyone had seen her ass by now.
-f
It shouldn't have come as such a surprise.
Kara was soaked in sweat, limp, and very pleased with herself. So was the man draped across her rack underneath her, his damp legs and arms tangled with hers.
"Frak, Kara," Sam mumbled, kissing the underside of her jaw before sagging back against the pile of rosters she'd shoved out of the way when he'd stalked into the bunkroom, fresh off CAP and looking hot, dangerous, and ready to punch something.
"Wondered what it'd be like." Her own voice wasn't much above a mumble, either. Frakking her husband while he was riding a viper high was like playing three games of pyramid in a row followed by a round with the marine sergeant.
It was a wonder they'd managed to clear the bunkroom before he'd been in her personal space, the energy spilling against her skin.
She knew what it was like, that mixture of danger and boredom that left you filled with adrenaline and need. It had been a long time since she'd had the time or energy to feel it. Too many shifts, too much to worry about, now that her head was on straight again.
The pull to find Earth was mostly gone, and she sometimes felt lonely without it.
Sam stroked a hand down her back, then patted her side. "I should let you get back to paperwork."
Regretting the responsibility, Kara heaved a sigh and untangled herself from him. She winced when her feet landed on the metal floor, the cold stealing her breath. "Get your ass to the showers, Longshot. Then grab some rack time before your next CAP."
"Yes, Cap'n." He lazily saluted her, then slowly climbed to his feet.
There was something magnificent about him, all lean muscle and cocky attitude. Kara seriously considered shoving him back into her bed for another round.
A banging on the door suggested that might not be the best idea. "Next time, take a cold shower."
"Did I wear you out that much?" Sam asked, his tone amused, eyes unreadable.
Kara smacked his shoulder lightly, then handed him his underwear. "Get dressed before Hotdog gets tired of waiting."
The rosters were slightly crumpled when Kara retrieved them after pulling her shirt on. She flattened them on the table, then started hunting for her socks. Pants were nice, but her toes were freezing. Besides, everyone had seen her ass by now.
-f