If you would be so kind, put on those red-hot pants and take a stroll through my mind...

Dear Kara Thrace, Sam Carter, and Sam Anders,

Thanks to the three of you having pre-sex banter, I almost missed my exit. Could you PLEASE not do that again while I'm negotiating traffic?

Not to mention, Kara, that grabbing Anders to prove he's turned on by the idea is NOT conducive to me stopping at red lights.

No love,
Lyssie

fic: crossover SG-1/BSG, porn. Sam/Kara/Sam

Disclaimer: not mine. Rating: HAHAHAH. 18+
Pairing: This still makes my head hurt (DAMN YOU RDM--though, Sam/Kara was around before Anders was... hrm...) Sam Carter/Kara Thrace/Sam Anders.
Spoilers: Season 9 of SG-1 (vague), Season 2 of BSG (not vague).
Notes: Um. ok. So, there's this much larger fic that is not in any way finished, the bulk of which actually comes before this (and, seriously, when I write crossovers, I don't kill people off all that often, so the three still being alive after the fluffy pink teletubbies of doom destroy Ragnarok isn't a surprise or spoiler). The bulk of which will, hopefully, also be far less porny and far more gen. *mutters*
This fic is written from Sam Anders' point of view, thus, HE is Sam (and don't tell me how frakking confusing this is, damnit. I KNOW).
Quality is unknown. I'm too sleepy. All mistakes are my own, blah blah blah. (Yes, this is the fic that was in my brain when I ALMOST MISSED MY EXIT)
Length: 2,500+
Genre: PWP (no, really, there is NO plot here. This is, like, filler that will be easily skipped eventually)

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