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fic: newbsg. humanity is in the details, 18+
disclaimer: not mine.
pairing: Kara/Anders
Rating: 18+ smut.
Notes: no idea what I think of this. but happy holidays.
Humanity is in the details
by ALC Punk!
Sweat. Sweat and dirt, salt-tang in her mouth from kissing his skin. She can feel him below her, moving in rhythm, hips pressing against hers. Kara has her eyes closed.
Kara always has her eyes closed, like this.
Slick skin under her fingers, and her nails scrape, making him gasp.
She likes making him gasp. It breaks his concentration a little, gives her more control.
"Kara," he groans as she takes advantage and moves harder, taking him in more fully. His hands on her hips tighten, fingers digging in as if he wants to hold her in a particular place.
As though either of them could stop time and make indelible what they're doing.
"Kara," he says again.
She ignores him, hips moving again, nails scraping down his sides.
One hand loosens, catches her wrist and tugs it behind her back as he shifts and moves, rolling them.
Her eyes open slightly, letting her glare up through her lashes.
There's a smirk on Anders' lips as he thrusts, the movement making her back arch and a soft little sound escape her. Air. Just compressed air. Really. She tries to convince herself of that as he does it again.
Kara catches her breath and twists her wrist from his grasp. "Having fun?"
"Oh, yeah." He manages, dropping his head to kiss her neck.
There's strain in his movements. He's holding back. Kara's meets his next thrust extra hard, digging her heel into the bed and using her leverage to clash against him.
Her eyes slip closed again as he bites the skin above her collarbone.
Anders' movement changes, quickens. She recognizes what she knew earlier--he's not going to last. And now he's trying to quicken her responses, drag her pleasure from her before his spills away into the air.
She twists her hips slightly, catching him at an angle that proves too much for him.
He cries out against her breast, lips and tongue pausing in their attempts to heighten her response.
A moment later, he's boneless against her. Heavy. Her fingers tangle in his hair, stroking through a moment before she tugs. "Off."
"Sorry."
"Off." Doesn't matter what he is.
His mouth closes on her nipple, sucking gently.
Kara considers, then lets him stay. Especially when he shifts and the hand on her hip slides inwards.
The fingers quest for a moment before she jumps, electric shock running through her. They brush against her, but she's ready this time, and the shock is less. It's still enough to make him smirk against her skin.
"Off." She repeats again, but there's no command in it. Especially when his teeth brush her nipple and she gasps.
Then he lifts his head, and she can feel his gaze on her. She doesn't open her eyes. "All right." He rolls, bringing her with him, hand on her hips tugging her upwards as he wriggles downwards.
A shudder goes through her.
Pyramid players must need talented fingers. And his are some of the best, even if his team sucked. He gets another gasp from her and then a third when he kisses her belly.
She opens her eyes to look down at him, and wonders if his back will kill him for the angle it's at later.
But that's his own fault, and she loses her train of thought a moment later as his fingers press insistently at her and his teeth graze her belly.
Eyes drifting closed, she can't help but remember the last encounter with someone intent on her body. But that time she was distracted, because she couldn't quite bring herself to enjoy the man she was with. This time, Anders is adept at keeping her grounded to earth.
He's human.
She falls, the rush like the barrel rolls she put the Cylon raider through during test flights. Sex and flying, she thinks as she stifles her cry of pleasure, the only two things left worth fighting for.
Anders pulls her down against him, arm around her waist.
He still smells like sweat and dirt, and Kara kisses his shoulder before opening her eyes.
"Hey."
"Hey." She nudges him. "I should, ah--"
"Yeah." He lets her go, looking away. "Wouldn't want to get too attached, or anything."
"Yeah."
His fingers glide over her belly. "The pallet in the corner should be ok. I'll just get you a blanket."
She sucks in a breath, but gets up. "Right." She bends over for the rag she spotted earlier, and quickly swipes herself a few times before grabbing her underwear and pulling it on.
It isn't exactly armor, but if there's going to be a Cylon attack, she'd like to be ready for it.
Anders tucks her into the small bunk, then disappears back to his.
"Hey. Pyramid master." Her tone is mocking, "You better not snore."
"I don't. But if you do, I'll kick you."
She snorts and closes her eyes. The taste of sweat and salt is still at the back of her throat.
It's almost comforting.
-f-
pairing: Kara/Anders
Rating: 18+ smut.
Notes: no idea what I think of this. but happy holidays.
Humanity is in the details
by ALC Punk!
Sweat. Sweat and dirt, salt-tang in her mouth from kissing his skin. She can feel him below her, moving in rhythm, hips pressing against hers. Kara has her eyes closed.
Kara always has her eyes closed, like this.
Slick skin under her fingers, and her nails scrape, making him gasp.
She likes making him gasp. It breaks his concentration a little, gives her more control.
"Kara," he groans as she takes advantage and moves harder, taking him in more fully. His hands on her hips tighten, fingers digging in as if he wants to hold her in a particular place.
As though either of them could stop time and make indelible what they're doing.
"Kara," he says again.
She ignores him, hips moving again, nails scraping down his sides.
One hand loosens, catches her wrist and tugs it behind her back as he shifts and moves, rolling them.
Her eyes open slightly, letting her glare up through her lashes.
There's a smirk on Anders' lips as he thrusts, the movement making her back arch and a soft little sound escape her. Air. Just compressed air. Really. She tries to convince herself of that as he does it again.
Kara catches her breath and twists her wrist from his grasp. "Having fun?"
"Oh, yeah." He manages, dropping his head to kiss her neck.
There's strain in his movements. He's holding back. Kara's meets his next thrust extra hard, digging her heel into the bed and using her leverage to clash against him.
Her eyes slip closed again as he bites the skin above her collarbone.
Anders' movement changes, quickens. She recognizes what she knew earlier--he's not going to last. And now he's trying to quicken her responses, drag her pleasure from her before his spills away into the air.
She twists her hips slightly, catching him at an angle that proves too much for him.
He cries out against her breast, lips and tongue pausing in their attempts to heighten her response.
A moment later, he's boneless against her. Heavy. Her fingers tangle in his hair, stroking through a moment before she tugs. "Off."
"Sorry."
"Off." Doesn't matter what he is.
His mouth closes on her nipple, sucking gently.
Kara considers, then lets him stay. Especially when he shifts and the hand on her hip slides inwards.
The fingers quest for a moment before she jumps, electric shock running through her. They brush against her, but she's ready this time, and the shock is less. It's still enough to make him smirk against her skin.
"Off." She repeats again, but there's no command in it. Especially when his teeth brush her nipple and she gasps.
Then he lifts his head, and she can feel his gaze on her. She doesn't open her eyes. "All right." He rolls, bringing her with him, hand on her hips tugging her upwards as he wriggles downwards.
A shudder goes through her.
Pyramid players must need talented fingers. And his are some of the best, even if his team sucked. He gets another gasp from her and then a third when he kisses her belly.
She opens her eyes to look down at him, and wonders if his back will kill him for the angle it's at later.
But that's his own fault, and she loses her train of thought a moment later as his fingers press insistently at her and his teeth graze her belly.
Eyes drifting closed, she can't help but remember the last encounter with someone intent on her body. But that time she was distracted, because she couldn't quite bring herself to enjoy the man she was with. This time, Anders is adept at keeping her grounded to earth.
He's human.
She falls, the rush like the barrel rolls she put the Cylon raider through during test flights. Sex and flying, she thinks as she stifles her cry of pleasure, the only two things left worth fighting for.
Anders pulls her down against him, arm around her waist.
He still smells like sweat and dirt, and Kara kisses his shoulder before opening her eyes.
"Hey."
"Hey." She nudges him. "I should, ah--"
"Yeah." He lets her go, looking away. "Wouldn't want to get too attached, or anything."
"Yeah."
His fingers glide over her belly. "The pallet in the corner should be ok. I'll just get you a blanket."
She sucks in a breath, but gets up. "Right." She bends over for the rag she spotted earlier, and quickly swipes herself a few times before grabbing her underwear and pulling it on.
It isn't exactly armor, but if there's going to be a Cylon attack, she'd like to be ready for it.
Anders tucks her into the small bunk, then disappears back to his.
"Hey. Pyramid master." Her tone is mocking, "You better not snore."
"I don't. But if you do, I'll kick you."
She snorts and closes her eyes. The taste of sweat and salt is still at the back of her throat.
It's almost comforting.
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...er, if that makes any sense.
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But yeah, I think she can and does enjoy sex, but I think she's equally as facile with using it as a drug or a distraction.
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I just... don't see her being all gushy and happy and romantic.
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(This is true. And there may be Sam/Jack later. If they cooperate.)
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*offers them mince pies and brandy butter to be good, or possibly very, very bad. Whichever*
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So what I needed after dealing with the relatives. Oh yes.
*drools*
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Good! And I understand the need after relatives. Ugh.