er, and one more...

[lyssie]

Drabble, this time. Sorry, Pornapalooza is still on hiatus. But to make up for it, a Kara Thrace/Sam Anders drabble which could be consider a spoiler for LYDB2.

Dude, my preabmble might be longer.

Four in the morning, and the rain is falling on their tent. Kara listens, and wonders that it all came to this. To nothing, in a way. She fought, and Samuel fought, and now there's... nothing. But nothing is kind of good since it means the man stretched next to her (half beneath her, because he's never broken her of the habit of sleeping as close as she possibly can--her rack wasn't big enough for two, and she'd done the sleeping alone thing for far too frakking long) is here and hers (and she's his, even if she refuses to be domestic about it).

--see? Short.

Comments

[alesia027.livejournal.com]

This isn't about your drabble, although I do like it, but about some of your Adama/Kara stuff. How much have you written? I have read "Fractured Sun" and was wondering if you had written more. I am thinking of playing around with the pairing and wanted to see what else is out there. Would you point me in the right direction?

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

I think there's been a few come across bsg2003fics I'd check out the memories and see what pops up. I, personally, haven't written anymore.

[rhi-silverflame.livejournal.com]

It's short, but dude, I'll take it. I love the detail about Kara's sleeping habits.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

I love the idea that they sleep close like puppies because there's no other room. And, er, it allows for easy groping.

[rhi-silverflame.livejournal.com]

And there's nothing wrong with easy groping. Especially with those two.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Sam Anders says it's like cake. You know you're not supposed to eat it, but you can't help sometimes grabbing a piece of frosting or a bit of cake to lick off your finger until before you know it, you've eaten half the cake.

And then you go make brownies, before the cake kicks your ass.

Frequently, the cake ambushes you for sex.

Possibly on her desk.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*uses window again to reply, because she feels the need to impart how pathetic she is*

You know the music from "I'll be back, there, I said it" ? IT MAKES ME SNIFFLE. And I know how it all ends! I know that, y'know, she does come back.

*looks pathetic*