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bsg/sg fic: Blowing Off Steam, Sam Carter/Kara Thrace, R
disclaimer: they are so not mine
fandom: BSG/SG
pairing: Sam Carter/Kara Thrace (not to be confused with Kara Thrace/Sam Anders)
length: barely tops 1000
rating: oh, god, R. mostly non-explicit sex. slight restraint? (I'm sorry, at this point, I'm like "idk how to categorize, it's hot") Language.
set: ...er, sometime in season two.
notes: I cannot believe how hard it was to get back into the groove of writing this Sam and Kara. But it is done, for, er, it is sort of belatedly![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
woodface's birthday present.
Blowing Off Steam
ALC Punk!
A little high coming off her latest CAP, Kara Thrace tracked Sam Carter to the gym. They both tended to gravitate there when they had energy to work off, and a post-CAP high was no exception. Kara practically bounced her way in, pleased to find the place empty except for Carter, her fists encased in gloves as she hit at the bag.
"Ain't that a waste of time?" Kara taunted, leaning against the wall and appreciating the way Sam's breasts strained and bounced in her sports bra.
"No." Circling, Sam sent another combination at the bag, then she turned to roll her eyes at Kara, "It keeps me in shape."
"Sex keeps you in shape," suggested Kara.
Sam snorted and moved to strip off the gloves, obviously catching onto Kara's little mood. She turned back and drank some water before moving to join Kara in holding up the wall. "So. Good CAP?"
"Boring," Kara suggested.
"Everything that doesn't end in a major fire-fight is boring to you."
Snickering, Kara stole the water bottle and took a swig of her own, "Too damn right, Sam."
"If they're so boring, you should let me take your turn. Next time."
"And have you on a double-shift? Uh-uh." Kara shook her head, then handed the water bottle back.
"Then don't complain," suggested Sam.
"I like complaining."
"So I've noticed."
With a snort, Kara reached out for the bottle again, and Sam started to hand it to her. There was a moment of fumbling and then Kara found herself splashed while Sam started laughing at the outrage in her expression. "Carter--"
"Sorry--" Kara was very sure which of them started the tickling and poking fight, as she moved into Sam, grabbing for her sides while Sam tried to get away, laughing harder.
It wasn't long before it had escalated until they were both poking at each other rapidly, giggles and snorts punctuating the movements as they chased each other around the room. Sam soon found that didn't work so well, and turned to face Kara, keeping her guard up while letting herself back away.
With a smirk, Kara backed Sam into a corner and pinned her to the wall, and it became something else.
She leaned into Sam, catching her hands and pinning them above her head. "That's enough of that."
"Oh?" Sam pushed out with her hips.
"Yeah, you splashed me on purpose," pushing back, Kara used her body to keep Sam from moving. "Carter."
"Did not. Thrace."
Chuckling, Kara nuzzled the side of Sam's neck, tongue darting out to lick over her pulse. "You're being too rambunctious for the gym."
"I'm being rambunctious?" Sam asked, her tone prim, though Kara could feel her amusement in the way giggles were bubbling their way through her body. "You're the one who started it. At least there's no one here to see."
"Right." Rolling her eyes, Kara licked Sam's neck again, "Because you care about people watching you poke me."
Sam's giggle was answer enough, and she twisted her hips, trying to push Kara away, though her hands remained still, Kara's grip keeping them above her head. "Well, when you put it like that... I suppose we could keep the Bucket's porn industry going."
Her skin was warm, and Kara wondered if she were blushing. She pulled her head back and kissed Sam, not bothering with anything so simple as a brush of the lips.
Kissing Sam was one of the better ways to occupy herself, especially when Sam was all buzzed from a good workout and Kara was buzzed from CAP. She pressed into her, feeling Sam shift, her legs opening so Kara's thigh could press between them.
It was with an almost lazy feeling that Kara rocked her hips into Sam's, searching for the exact movement that would make her head tip back and a moan start low in her throat.
"Kara," Sam whispered, the panel making a flat sound as the back of her head met it. She twisted her hands, but Kara's grip tightened, holding her.
"Yes?"
Shifting, Kara tugged Sam's wrists behind her head, giving herself a little slack so she could lick her way along the curve of Sam's sports bra, tasting sweat and Sam, a heady mixture that made her aware of the heat between her own legs.
Sam, first. She was moving against Kara's leg now, soft little moans escaping her even as she tried to muffle them.
"Been waiting all day to do this to you," Kara told her, teeth nipping at her skin before she straightened enough to kiss her again.
"What, poke me?" gasped Sam, an edge in her voice.
Gods, she was close. Kara felt a mixture of pride, lust and exultation as she stopped her own movements and Sam made a frustrated noise. "Pinning you down, frakking you until you're begging..." Kara shrugged and leaned to the side a little, giving Sam the leverage to move again.
"My hands get free, I'm gonna..."
"Gonna what?" Delighted at her inability to answer, Kara managed to use the confusion to get one of her hands free so she could slide her hand down between them. Sam's cutoff shorts had nice, wide legs, and Kara slipped her hand inside. Her thumb wriggled down and in until Sam made a sexy little noise that went right to Kara's libido.
Samantha Carter breaking apart under Kara's ministrations was one of the hotter things Kara had seen. And heard. She soaked up the knowledge that she'd done this to the other woman and then pressed into her harder, pushing her through into an after-shock.
Yanking her hands free of Kara's inattentive grip, Sam patted her cheek and sagged into the wall, bending forward so that she was leaning her head on Kara's shoulder.
"Gods, you're hot," Kara told her, slowly pulling her hand free.
"Thank you," murmured Sam, "I think I need to sit down now." Pulling away, she staggered to one of the benches and sank onto it.
Licking her fingers clean, Kara leaned into the wall, content for the moment to just watch Sam recover. If she knew Carter, once she'd gotten her breath back, round two would be even more explosive. Kara was looking forward to it.
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fandom: BSG/SG
pairing: Sam Carter/Kara Thrace (not to be confused with Kara Thrace/Sam Anders)
length: barely tops 1000
rating: oh, god, R. mostly non-explicit sex. slight restraint? (I'm sorry, at this point, I'm like "idk how to categorize, it's hot") Language.
set: ...er, sometime in season two.
notes: I cannot believe how hard it was to get back into the groove of writing this Sam and Kara. But it is done, for, er, it is sort of belatedly
woodface's birthday present. Blowing Off Steam
ALC Punk!
A little high coming off her latest CAP, Kara Thrace tracked Sam Carter to the gym. They both tended to gravitate there when they had energy to work off, and a post-CAP high was no exception. Kara practically bounced her way in, pleased to find the place empty except for Carter, her fists encased in gloves as she hit at the bag.
"Ain't that a waste of time?" Kara taunted, leaning against the wall and appreciating the way Sam's breasts strained and bounced in her sports bra.
"No." Circling, Sam sent another combination at the bag, then she turned to roll her eyes at Kara, "It keeps me in shape."
"Sex keeps you in shape," suggested Kara.
Sam snorted and moved to strip off the gloves, obviously catching onto Kara's little mood. She turned back and drank some water before moving to join Kara in holding up the wall. "So. Good CAP?"
"Boring," Kara suggested.
"Everything that doesn't end in a major fire-fight is boring to you."
Snickering, Kara stole the water bottle and took a swig of her own, "Too damn right, Sam."
"If they're so boring, you should let me take your turn. Next time."
"And have you on a double-shift? Uh-uh." Kara shook her head, then handed the water bottle back.
"Then don't complain," suggested Sam.
"I like complaining."
"So I've noticed."
With a snort, Kara reached out for the bottle again, and Sam started to hand it to her. There was a moment of fumbling and then Kara found herself splashed while Sam started laughing at the outrage in her expression. "Carter--"
"Sorry--" Kara was very sure which of them started the tickling and poking fight, as she moved into Sam, grabbing for her sides while Sam tried to get away, laughing harder.
It wasn't long before it had escalated until they were both poking at each other rapidly, giggles and snorts punctuating the movements as they chased each other around the room. Sam soon found that didn't work so well, and turned to face Kara, keeping her guard up while letting herself back away.
With a smirk, Kara backed Sam into a corner and pinned her to the wall, and it became something else.
She leaned into Sam, catching her hands and pinning them above her head. "That's enough of that."
"Oh?" Sam pushed out with her hips.
"Yeah, you splashed me on purpose," pushing back, Kara used her body to keep Sam from moving. "Carter."
"Did not. Thrace."
Chuckling, Kara nuzzled the side of Sam's neck, tongue darting out to lick over her pulse. "You're being too rambunctious for the gym."
"I'm being rambunctious?" Sam asked, her tone prim, though Kara could feel her amusement in the way giggles were bubbling their way through her body. "You're the one who started it. At least there's no one here to see."
"Right." Rolling her eyes, Kara licked Sam's neck again, "Because you care about people watching you poke me."
Sam's giggle was answer enough, and she twisted her hips, trying to push Kara away, though her hands remained still, Kara's grip keeping them above her head. "Well, when you put it like that... I suppose we could keep the Bucket's porn industry going."
Her skin was warm, and Kara wondered if she were blushing. She pulled her head back and kissed Sam, not bothering with anything so simple as a brush of the lips.
Kissing Sam was one of the better ways to occupy herself, especially when Sam was all buzzed from a good workout and Kara was buzzed from CAP. She pressed into her, feeling Sam shift, her legs opening so Kara's thigh could press between them.
It was with an almost lazy feeling that Kara rocked her hips into Sam's, searching for the exact movement that would make her head tip back and a moan start low in her throat.
"Kara," Sam whispered, the panel making a flat sound as the back of her head met it. She twisted her hands, but Kara's grip tightened, holding her.
"Yes?"
Shifting, Kara tugged Sam's wrists behind her head, giving herself a little slack so she could lick her way along the curve of Sam's sports bra, tasting sweat and Sam, a heady mixture that made her aware of the heat between her own legs.
Sam, first. She was moving against Kara's leg now, soft little moans escaping her even as she tried to muffle them.
"Been waiting all day to do this to you," Kara told her, teeth nipping at her skin before she straightened enough to kiss her again.
"What, poke me?" gasped Sam, an edge in her voice.
Gods, she was close. Kara felt a mixture of pride, lust and exultation as she stopped her own movements and Sam made a frustrated noise. "Pinning you down, frakking you until you're begging..." Kara shrugged and leaned to the side a little, giving Sam the leverage to move again.
"My hands get free, I'm gonna..."
"Gonna what?" Delighted at her inability to answer, Kara managed to use the confusion to get one of her hands free so she could slide her hand down between them. Sam's cutoff shorts had nice, wide legs, and Kara slipped her hand inside. Her thumb wriggled down and in until Sam made a sexy little noise that went right to Kara's libido.
Samantha Carter breaking apart under Kara's ministrations was one of the hotter things Kara had seen. And heard. She soaked up the knowledge that she'd done this to the other woman and then pressed into her harder, pushing her through into an after-shock.
Yanking her hands free of Kara's inattentive grip, Sam patted her cheek and sagged into the wall, bending forward so that she was leaning her head on Kara's shoulder.
"Gods, you're hot," Kara told her, slowly pulling her hand free.
"Thank you," murmured Sam, "I think I need to sit down now." Pulling away, she staggered to one of the benches and sank onto it.
Licking her fingers clean, Kara leaned into the wall, content for the moment to just watch Sam recover. If she knew Carter, once she'd gotten her breath back, round two would be even more explosive. Kara was looking forward to it.
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Loved it!
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*cuddles lots and lots* Thank you, hon.
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Thank you! =D
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Nooooooooo! Thank you! *CLIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS*
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AND NOW I GO SLEEP! Night!
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Samantha Carter breaking apart under Kara's ministrations was one of the hotter things Kara had seen. And heard.
I'm totally with Kara on that one! :D
Thank you for sharing them. ^^
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Blowing Off Steam