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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.
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.