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fic: newbsg, Kara/Anders, Post-game analysis 101
Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: 18+
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders
Set: AU, pre-series. genre: pwp
Spoilers: None.
Length: 1000 words.
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starbuck042786 wanted something comfy, like a couch. Hope this works.
Post-game analysis 101
by ALC Punk!
Sam Anders usually isn't the one being picked up, but he goes with it. The pilot is hot, interested, and has her own place.
They're on their way there within two drinks.
Not the best neighborhood, but he grew up in worse.
She doesn't say it isn't much when he follows her into the apartment. It isn't, either. Trash on the floor, paint on the walls. A glance at the tiny kitchen shows dishes, takeaway boxes--those are on the couch and the coffee table--and two pots still on the stove.
"You cook?" Sam is trying to break the ice, really.
"Not what we're here for, now is it?"
She has a point. His mama always said to ask women about their interests. Find out about them. He's never forgotten that, though it's sometimes hard when he wakes up alone. Or is the one leaving. Or, infrequently, leaves the bathroom stall first. "You do all the painting?"
"No, it just appeared."
He snorts and catches her, tugging her close enough to kiss. Subtlety is not a strong suit.
"Bed's this way," she finally says.
Sam kisses her again. "We need a bed?"
"Couch has springs poking out in half a dozen places."
Bed it is. He lets her lead the way.
She turns as he comes in. "You sure you're up for this?"
The challenge is more than enough for him to rise to the occasion, "Definitely." A moment later, he has one hand gripping the back of her neck, lips on hers, free hand working on the zippers of her flight suit.
Sam didn't really ask what she did, why she was standing out in the crowd after the pyramid match. He's got the basics--she's a pilot, probably an officer. The flight suit says that much. The painting on the wall might give him deeper insights, but he's more interested in frakking her.
He didn't give much away--pyramid player, by uniform. There wasn't any reason to.
Of course, she was hot, he decides hazily when her hands yank at his pants and one closes around his cock, squeezing gently.
"Definitely up for it," she murmurs in approval before kissing him again.
Sam wants to touch more of her, and ends up getting his hand tangled in her shirt. "Difficult."
"Idiot."
He lets her pull back and efficiently strip the flight suit off, kicking her boots to the side. A moment later, she skins the shirts and bra off. "Gods.." His hands hover for a moment before she growls with impatience and steps into them.
Kissing Starbuck while palming her breasts is a new experience. A happy experience. Especially when he figures out what makes her gasp into his mouth. He does it again and she arches, then shoves at his chest. "You're still dressed."
Between the two of them, groping, kissing and fondling, it takes far longer to undress him than it should.
When he's naked, she shoves him, toppling him onto the bed and following a second later.
Apparently, she's through with the foreplay, because a second later she's sliding down onto him. He has the impression of hot, slick, guh. Then she's moving and he's not really coherent enough to think of anything except how good she feels. His hands are back on her breasts, and she gasps again.
Sam gets impressions of her moving above him, head thrown back, skin slick with perspiration. It's something he hopes he remembers for a long time.
When she kisses him with desperation, he thrusts harder, timing himself with the panting of breath and the raggedness of her movements. Then she's moaning against his mouth, body shaking.
She's not graceful, sprawled across his chest. But he kinda likes it.
"Hey." She kisses his throat, then moves against him, making him moan. "Thought so." She moves again, this time slowly. So slowly he thinks he might kill her if she doesn't stop. Or if she does stop.
"Evil," he whispers before dragging her mouth back to his and kissing her fiercely.
"Now, now, Sammy."
"Don't call me that."
"Awww." She taunts a little, still moving far too slowly for his taste, "That gonna be a problem, Sammy?"
He smacks her ass, enjoying the way her breath catches for a second. "Not at all, Starbuck." His hands slide up her sides, pushing her up higher, straighter. They both gasp at the new angle.
"Good." Then she's moving again, faster this time.
"Yes." He hisses, hands resting on her hips. Almost, he thinks.
"Easy."
He'd object to that, but he's too busy enjoying himself. He growls, though, ending on an oddly high note.
"Very easy." She bends forward again, nipping at his lips.
Sam knocks one arm free to destabilize her and then rolls them. He's not hard anymore, but pressing against her still makes her squirm. "Look who's talking."
"Frak you."
"Not for a little while." He shifts to the side and gets his hand between them.
"Men. Useless once the first cartridge is spent."
"We're not all useless."
Three fingers make her eyes go wide and her mouth drop open in a breathy little moan. Smirking, he kisses her, stealing the next moan.
He busies his mouth with her breasts, appreciating the sounds she makes even as he enjoys nipping and sucking at them.
"Bastard," she manages before she comes again.
Flexing his fingers makes her curse more, and he lifts his head to watch her.
Starbuck's eyes are closed.
When she's limp, he removes his person to one side and studies her. "Hey. Should I go?"
Her eyes snap open and she looks at him. For a tiny second, there's something terribly vulnerable, then it's gone. "Frak off."
"Maybe I don't want to."
"You just asked if you should go."
"Maybe I'm tired."
She snorts, but doesn't hit him when he shifts slightly closer and nuzzles her shoulder.
He figures that's good enough. She can always kick him out in the morning--or he can head out when he wakes again. Either way, she smells good. And he's tired.
-f-
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders
Set: AU, pre-series. genre: pwp
Spoilers: None.
Length: 1000 words.
Notes:
starbuck042786 wanted something comfy, like a couch. Hope this works.Post-game analysis 101
by ALC Punk!
Sam Anders usually isn't the one being picked up, but he goes with it. The pilot is hot, interested, and has her own place.
They're on their way there within two drinks.
Not the best neighborhood, but he grew up in worse.
She doesn't say it isn't much when he follows her into the apartment. It isn't, either. Trash on the floor, paint on the walls. A glance at the tiny kitchen shows dishes, takeaway boxes--those are on the couch and the coffee table--and two pots still on the stove.
"You cook?" Sam is trying to break the ice, really.
"Not what we're here for, now is it?"
She has a point. His mama always said to ask women about their interests. Find out about them. He's never forgotten that, though it's sometimes hard when he wakes up alone. Or is the one leaving. Or, infrequently, leaves the bathroom stall first. "You do all the painting?"
"No, it just appeared."
He snorts and catches her, tugging her close enough to kiss. Subtlety is not a strong suit.
"Bed's this way," she finally says.
Sam kisses her again. "We need a bed?"
"Couch has springs poking out in half a dozen places."
Bed it is. He lets her lead the way.
She turns as he comes in. "You sure you're up for this?"
The challenge is more than enough for him to rise to the occasion, "Definitely." A moment later, he has one hand gripping the back of her neck, lips on hers, free hand working on the zippers of her flight suit.
Sam didn't really ask what she did, why she was standing out in the crowd after the pyramid match. He's got the basics--she's a pilot, probably an officer. The flight suit says that much. The painting on the wall might give him deeper insights, but he's more interested in frakking her.
He didn't give much away--pyramid player, by uniform. There wasn't any reason to.
Of course, she was hot, he decides hazily when her hands yank at his pants and one closes around his cock, squeezing gently.
"Definitely up for it," she murmurs in approval before kissing him again.
Sam wants to touch more of her, and ends up getting his hand tangled in her shirt. "Difficult."
"Idiot."
He lets her pull back and efficiently strip the flight suit off, kicking her boots to the side. A moment later, she skins the shirts and bra off. "Gods.." His hands hover for a moment before she growls with impatience and steps into them.
Kissing Starbuck while palming her breasts is a new experience. A happy experience. Especially when he figures out what makes her gasp into his mouth. He does it again and she arches, then shoves at his chest. "You're still dressed."
Between the two of them, groping, kissing and fondling, it takes far longer to undress him than it should.
When he's naked, she shoves him, toppling him onto the bed and following a second later.
Apparently, she's through with the foreplay, because a second later she's sliding down onto him. He has the impression of hot, slick, guh. Then she's moving and he's not really coherent enough to think of anything except how good she feels. His hands are back on her breasts, and she gasps again.
Sam gets impressions of her moving above him, head thrown back, skin slick with perspiration. It's something he hopes he remembers for a long time.
When she kisses him with desperation, he thrusts harder, timing himself with the panting of breath and the raggedness of her movements. Then she's moaning against his mouth, body shaking.
She's not graceful, sprawled across his chest. But he kinda likes it.
"Hey." She kisses his throat, then moves against him, making him moan. "Thought so." She moves again, this time slowly. So slowly he thinks he might kill her if she doesn't stop. Or if she does stop.
"Evil," he whispers before dragging her mouth back to his and kissing her fiercely.
"Now, now, Sammy."
"Don't call me that."
"Awww." She taunts a little, still moving far too slowly for his taste, "That gonna be a problem, Sammy?"
He smacks her ass, enjoying the way her breath catches for a second. "Not at all, Starbuck." His hands slide up her sides, pushing her up higher, straighter. They both gasp at the new angle.
"Good." Then she's moving again, faster this time.
"Yes." He hisses, hands resting on her hips. Almost, he thinks.
"Easy."
He'd object to that, but he's too busy enjoying himself. He growls, though, ending on an oddly high note.
"Very easy." She bends forward again, nipping at his lips.
Sam knocks one arm free to destabilize her and then rolls them. He's not hard anymore, but pressing against her still makes her squirm. "Look who's talking."
"Frak you."
"Not for a little while." He shifts to the side and gets his hand between them.
"Men. Useless once the first cartridge is spent."
"We're not all useless."
Three fingers make her eyes go wide and her mouth drop open in a breathy little moan. Smirking, he kisses her, stealing the next moan.
He busies his mouth with her breasts, appreciating the sounds she makes even as he enjoys nipping and sucking at them.
"Bastard," she manages before she comes again.
Flexing his fingers makes her curse more, and he lifts his head to watch her.
Starbuck's eyes are closed.
When she's limp, he removes his person to one side and studies her. "Hey. Should I go?"
Her eyes snap open and she looks at him. For a tiny second, there's something terribly vulnerable, then it's gone. "Frak off."
"Maybe I don't want to."
"You just asked if you should go."
"Maybe I'm tired."
She snorts, but doesn't hit him when he shifts slightly closer and nuzzles her shoulder.
He figures that's good enough. She can always kick him out in the morning--or he can head out when he wakes again. Either way, she smells good. And he's tired.
-f-
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For some reason, this line makes me insanely gleeful. It's possible that I just need to be sleeping. (glees)
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(And yay groping)
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(Anonymous) 2006-06-20 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, thanks for this story.
She's not graceful, sprawled across his chest. But he kinda likes it.
I LOVED that line. It´s so Starbuck to me.
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*g* I love that. Er, mostly 'cause I like the idea of them having had good sex, which is what it implies. Yes.
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