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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)
Little Death Before Dishonor
by ALC Punk!
If there was one thing Samuel T. Anders hated most in the universe, it was waking up with a headache and the vague certainty that there was something wrong with the world. The headache was the product of a cylon backhand. The vague sense of uncertainty was explained a little more when he opened his eyes and turned his head.
He'd gone to bed far earlier than the others had, leaving them to celebrate. He'd expected Kara to eventually stagger up to bed and sleep next to him.
What he hadn't expected was that she'd bring company.
It was far too early in the morning for him to decide how he felt about that. He figured he'd eventually work around to hurt and betrayed, and all of that kind of stuff--after all, she was his wife. But then, it was Kara, and he'd long ago gotten the idea that very little was permanent with her except for her love of flying.
And she'd given that up for him.
His sleep-fogged mind finally worked out that both heads of blonde hair were female. The one face-down in the pillow appeared to be Colonel Carter. Now that was a surprise. If he'd been a betting man, Sam would have bet that Colonel Carter would cut her fingers off before getting anywhere near Kara Thrace. Hell, he'd been pretty sure they hated each other.
Apparently not, however, given the bits of nakedness he could see where the sheet had slipped. Plus, Carter was rather draped upon his wife rather suggestively.
It occurred to Sam that perhaps, part of the reason it didn't bother him was that it was a little bit hot.
He swallowed against that thought, trying to find outrage. Really trying.
As if on cue, Colonel Carter woke and lifted her head. She blinked blearily at him for at least thirty seconds before her eyes widened. Apparently, her brain had connected. She poked Kara. "Hey."
"Hey, y'self."
Given Carter's sudden intake, Sam was pretty sure the colonel had just found some portion of her anatomy groped. He wondered if he should warn her that Kara was rather horny in the morning. "Kara--Starbuck, I, this..."
Kara's eyes opened and she stared up at Carter with a mixture of lust, sleep, and mockery. "Spit it out, Carter."
"You're married," Carter blurted.
"I, ah, yes." Kara looked to the side and met Sam's eyes. "But, uh..."
Carter very carefully pushed upright and sat, still straddling Kara. She looked at Sam, too. "I'm sorry. If I hadn't been so drunk, I would have remembered."
Trying very hard, Sam managed to mostly avoid gaping at the naked colonel sitting on his wife. It was difficult, however, as she was rather attractive. Kara seemed to figure out his dilemma before the colonel herself did. She poked a finger into the colonel's waist. "Carter."
Giving up, Sam looked down at his equally-naked wife. There. At least she couldn't kill him now. Much.
"Hrm?"
"You're naked. 'Course, if you like giving Sammy here a show, don't let me stop you."
"Don't call me Sammy." Both of them said it, the reaction automatic.
Carter blinked, then grinned at Anders. Then she flushed and grabbed for the sheet. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, I should go. Um. Yes."
"Don't think so." Kara's hands closed on her waist and she wriggled, then sat up, kissing Carter between her breasts.
Swallowing his tongue was a bad idea. Swallowing his tongue was a bad idea. Sam had to repeat the mantra to himself. It was either that, or close his eyes. And he'd discovered that he really didn't want to close his eyes. Shouldn't he say something?
"Kara, you're married. This is wrong."
"It isn't if we're in an open relationship." Kara turned to look at him, face still close to Carter's breasts. "Sam, can we have an open relationship?"
"Um, uh..."
"Just for Carter."
"Wait. Don't I get a say in this?"
"Sure." Kara looked at Carter. "Do you want to have sex with me, or was the kissing and groping and nakedness just because you were lonely?"
Carter met Kara's look, then dropped her eyes and sighed. "I... I was lonely, too."
"Fine." Kara dropped back onto the bed, "Feel free to get dressed and leave."
Sam felt vaguely disappointed. There was going to be no hot sex. Sex he was sure he should feel upset about, but just couldn't. He wondered if that made him a doormat. Or if he just really loved Kara.
"I will," Carter said calmly. And then she leaned forward, hands braced to either side of Kara. "But I think I'd like to have sex, first." Her head turned and she looked at Sam. "Do you both share, or only Kara?"
Really, he should have an answer. But he couldn't think of one.
Luckily, Kara did, "Depends, honey."
"On?"
"What I think after we've had sex."
Carter seemed to think about that, and then she nodded and leaned down to kiss Kara.
The sound of them kissing coupled with the sight was enough to completely stop the blood flow in Sam's body. He shifted, trying not to give away his discomfort.
Soft murmurs, lazy movements, and then Sam really felt that life could end right now and he'd never regret it. Sam Carter was kissing her way down Kara's body. She stopped to lick and suck Kara's breasts (something Sam was rather fond of doing, himself, so he could understand the fascination), then continued down. She left teeth marks in Kara's belly and pressed indentations into her hips. Kara's words of encouragement were familiar.
As were the sounds she made when Carter's mouth finally reached her cunt.
Sam felt he should really feel jealous at Carter's sure tongue. After all, it had taken him several weeks to figure out how to make Kara react like that. But the sight of Kara arching off the bed, orgasm taking her with the colonel between her legs was something he hadn't thought he'd see.
He'd never even entertained the idea (at least, he didn't think he had. And if he had, the reality was far better than anything he could think of. Really).
Kara was beaded with sweat and panting when Carter finally raised her head. She was smirking as she kissed Kara's belly.
"What's the verdict?" asked Carter, slowly nibbling her way up to Kara's breasts.
"I don't know." Kara reached over and poked Sam. "Can I keep her?"
He released a breath and shifted. "Do I get to watch?"
Kara raised an eyebrow. "Kinky." She smirked and wriggled out from under Carter to yank the covers clear of Sam. "Hrm. Looks like you really do like to watch."
"I like to watch you."
"Mmm." Crawling closer, Kara kissed him, sliding her hand behind his head.
The kiss was sloppy and silly, and Sam almost laughed when she over-extended herself and lost her balance, sprawling across his chest. Of course, this put her within perfect groping distance, and he took full advantage of that, hands fitting against her breasts, thumb and fingers gently squeezing her nipples.
She growled and pressed against him, her free hand sliding down his side, fingers tightening on his hip.
The bed shifted as Carter climbed out. Sam was only really aware of it because Kara abruptly pulled away and looked over her shoulder. "Going somewhere?"
The other woman looked up from gathering her pants. "You seem... occupied."
Kara snorted, "If I have to get out of this bed, Carter, I'm tying you to the bedpost."
Really, Sam decided, he didn't need all that blood in his brain, did he?
"Look, Kara, it's ok. You're married--"
"We covered that, Carter." Kara's tone was soft and slightly dangerous. Sam knew that tone, it was the one that usually meant he'd be a little sore and stiff for two days because she'd really needed to get laid. Sometimes, he wondered if she was trying to punish him for taking flight away.
"Fine." Dropping her pants, Carter climbed back on the bed. She still looked uncertain, though. "It's just, I don't..."
"Hey," Sam felt he should say something, "It's, uh, hot."
His mama always had told him women appreciated honesty.
Carter raised her eyebrows at him, then grinned, "Thank you."
"Are we done worrying?" Kara didn't wait for an answer, pouncing on Carter and kissing her neck.
"Yes." Tilting her head to the side, Carter let out a soft little encouraging moan.
"Good."
Kara caught Carter's wrists and dragged her hands behind her back as she nipped at Carter's shoulders and neck. Another moan, and this one did things to Sam's insides that made him wonder if it was possible to die from watching hot porn.
It could be, he decided when Kara transferred both wrists to one hand and used her free one to slide between Carter's legs.
The colonel shuddered, hips moving against Kara's hand.
Really, he couldn't really tell what the frak was going on. But the image, and the reactions from Carter were more than enough to give a good idea. Not to mention Kara's somewhat crude running commentary. Although he had the perfect view to watch Kara suck one of Carter's nipples into her mouth.
With the commentary track silenced, Carter's moans and sighs were far more noticeable. Sam twitched, trying to keep his hands at his sides. It felt kind of rude to just, well, take himself in hand and enjoy the show.
Not without asking, at least. And he still kind of hoped Kara would remember him eventually.
Carter's breath suddenly caught, and then the moans changed to something Sam would have liked to describe as a scream. Except that it was more strangled and guttural, and cut off abruptly when Kara kissed her.
Still hot. And Carter was flushed and looked as if she hadn't quite expected that when Kara pulled away.
"Uh, Kara?" Sam tried to keep the plaintive note from his voice.
"Yeah?"
He coughed, then gestured down at himself when she looked at him. "A little help here?"
"What. Can't do it yourself?"
"It's more fun with help."
She smirked and released Carter. "Yes. Yes it is."
"Go help him out, Kara. Be charitable," Carter was still panting, but she looked amused and sexy as hell.
Uncertain whether he really wanted that help--especially given the evil glint in Kara's eyes, Sam considered rethinking everything and running. But then he'd be naked, and people would laugh at him. Probably. So he stayed right where he was when Kara straddled him and leaned forward to kiss him.
His hands came up to cup her face and then he stroked his fingers back through her hair.
A moment later, she had him positioned and slid down onto him.
Sam let out a strangled moan, wondering why it always felt both like coming home and as exciting as the first time they frakked with Kara. Not that he'd ever say such a stupid, poetic thing. Besides, he figured it was Ten-Point's fault he even thought in flowery languages. That boy had loved to read poetry out during breaks.
Over Kara's shoulder, he watched Carter approach. She stopped close to them and eyed them considerately before she kissed Kara's back.
Kara's rhythm jarred for a moment, before she pushed away from Sam's chest and turned to stare at Carter.
"Not a problem, is it?"
"Nah. Just a--" she paused as the angle change finally caught up with her responses to let out a moan of her own, "--surprise."
"Good," said Carter, and then she moved to straddle Sam's legs a bit further back, arms sliding around Kara's waist as she dropped her mouth to Kara's neck.
Sam figured he could definitely die right now and never ever be happier. Really. Instead of dying, he caught Kara's hips, pulling her down faster as she moved. Carter sitting on his legs impeded his own movements, but he didn't care, intent on making Kara come before he did (though how he'd held on this long was something he'd blame on his earlier headache).
"Oh, Vala," Kara suddenly moaned.
The words took a moment to register, and when they did, Sam blinked at her. "What?"
Carter, too, looked disturbed and surprised.
"Oh, Vala?" Kara repeated, smirking at him, then she laughed at his continued silence and surprise. "A joke, Sam. Just a joke."
"God, you're a bitch," opined Carter, fingers flexing and nails digging into Kara's belly. Sam could see the white lines left behind.
"You betcha." And Kara fell sideways, pulling off of Sam and laughing again. She propped herself on one hand, elbow bent and smirked, "I'm bored. It's Carter's turn."
"What?" Again, they both said the same thing. Sam decided this could become a bad habit.
"Hey, if we're into sharing, Carter should get some cock, too. Bet it's been a while."
Oh, this had been a bad idea, Sam suddenly realized. But then, marrying Kara Thrace was sometimes something he considered a really bad idea. He could have left her half a dozen times--she certainly could have left him more than a dozen times. And she hadn't. He shook his head, "It's all right. I'll, uh, just--"
"She's right," Carter noted. Then she leaned forward and kissed him gently.
The first thing he noticed was that she still tasted like Kara. It was enough to make him cup the back of her head, holding her close to suck the last remnants from her lips and chin. Then he stopped. "Are you sure?"
"Very." With a twist to her hips that was graceful and very different to Kara's sneak-attacks and methods of sliding onto him, she sank down.
Different, the same, it didn't matter, suddenly. Carter's breasts weren't where Kara's were, and she was taller. But Sam was pretty much incapable of thinking logically or with any sort of skill as she rocked against him.
But it was still Kara's mouth on his chest that sent him over the edge.
And how she fit and how Carter didn't fall off and how they switched who was kissing him wasn't something he was coherent enough to note.
He opened his eyes to find Kara looking at him, Carter propped against her back. She was still straddling him. "Hot," he managed, "That was very frakking hot."
"'S what I thought," Kara agreed. She leaned forward and kissed him. "Love you."
Grinning, he kissed her back. "Love you, too."
Carter coughed and removed herself from his legs and the bed, "I've really got to get ready for the day. Take a shower. There's reports to fill out and at least one more debriefing."
"Leaving so soon?" Kara asked, turning to watch.
"As I said, stuff."
"Hey," climbing off the bed, Kara touched Carter's shoulder. "You ok?"
"I'm good."
Figuring Kara would ruin whatever was happening, or at least, would put her foot in her mouth, Sam opened his own mouth and said, "Carter. It's really ok, ok?"
She met his gaze, then nodded, "I didn't mean to intrude."
"But we enjoyed it." He grinned, "Feel free to intrude whenever you feel the need."
"Mostly." Kara shot him a look.
Carter looked between them, then nodded, "All right. But I really do need to go now." She sounded regretful.
"Think of us in the shower, Carter." Kara advised, groping Carter's ass.
She smacked Kara's hand away. "Maybe. And maybe I'll be thinking of Vala."
They all had to laugh at that. Mostly.
-f
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)
Little Death Before Dishonor
by ALC Punk!
If there was one thing Samuel T. Anders hated most in the universe, it was waking up with a headache and the vague certainty that there was something wrong with the world. The headache was the product of a cylon backhand. The vague sense of uncertainty was explained a little more when he opened his eyes and turned his head.
He'd gone to bed far earlier than the others had, leaving them to celebrate. He'd expected Kara to eventually stagger up to bed and sleep next to him.
What he hadn't expected was that she'd bring company.
It was far too early in the morning for him to decide how he felt about that. He figured he'd eventually work around to hurt and betrayed, and all of that kind of stuff--after all, she was his wife. But then, it was Kara, and he'd long ago gotten the idea that very little was permanent with her except for her love of flying.
And she'd given that up for him.
His sleep-fogged mind finally worked out that both heads of blonde hair were female. The one face-down in the pillow appeared to be Colonel Carter. Now that was a surprise. If he'd been a betting man, Sam would have bet that Colonel Carter would cut her fingers off before getting anywhere near Kara Thrace. Hell, he'd been pretty sure they hated each other.
Apparently not, however, given the bits of nakedness he could see where the sheet had slipped. Plus, Carter was rather draped upon his wife rather suggestively.
It occurred to Sam that perhaps, part of the reason it didn't bother him was that it was a little bit hot.
He swallowed against that thought, trying to find outrage. Really trying.
As if on cue, Colonel Carter woke and lifted her head. She blinked blearily at him for at least thirty seconds before her eyes widened. Apparently, her brain had connected. She poked Kara. "Hey."
"Hey, y'self."
Given Carter's sudden intake, Sam was pretty sure the colonel had just found some portion of her anatomy groped. He wondered if he should warn her that Kara was rather horny in the morning. "Kara--Starbuck, I, this..."
Kara's eyes opened and she stared up at Carter with a mixture of lust, sleep, and mockery. "Spit it out, Carter."
"You're married," Carter blurted.
"I, ah, yes." Kara looked to the side and met Sam's eyes. "But, uh..."
Carter very carefully pushed upright and sat, still straddling Kara. She looked at Sam, too. "I'm sorry. If I hadn't been so drunk, I would have remembered."
Trying very hard, Sam managed to mostly avoid gaping at the naked colonel sitting on his wife. It was difficult, however, as she was rather attractive. Kara seemed to figure out his dilemma before the colonel herself did. She poked a finger into the colonel's waist. "Carter."
Giving up, Sam looked down at his equally-naked wife. There. At least she couldn't kill him now. Much.
"Hrm?"
"You're naked. 'Course, if you like giving Sammy here a show, don't let me stop you."
"Don't call me Sammy." Both of them said it, the reaction automatic.
Carter blinked, then grinned at Anders. Then she flushed and grabbed for the sheet. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, I should go. Um. Yes."
"Don't think so." Kara's hands closed on her waist and she wriggled, then sat up, kissing Carter between her breasts.
Swallowing his tongue was a bad idea. Swallowing his tongue was a bad idea. Sam had to repeat the mantra to himself. It was either that, or close his eyes. And he'd discovered that he really didn't want to close his eyes. Shouldn't he say something?
"Kara, you're married. This is wrong."
"It isn't if we're in an open relationship." Kara turned to look at him, face still close to Carter's breasts. "Sam, can we have an open relationship?"
"Um, uh..."
"Just for Carter."
"Wait. Don't I get a say in this?"
"Sure." Kara looked at Carter. "Do you want to have sex with me, or was the kissing and groping and nakedness just because you were lonely?"
Carter met Kara's look, then dropped her eyes and sighed. "I... I was lonely, too."
"Fine." Kara dropped back onto the bed, "Feel free to get dressed and leave."
Sam felt vaguely disappointed. There was going to be no hot sex. Sex he was sure he should feel upset about, but just couldn't. He wondered if that made him a doormat. Or if he just really loved Kara.
"I will," Carter said calmly. And then she leaned forward, hands braced to either side of Kara. "But I think I'd like to have sex, first." Her head turned and she looked at Sam. "Do you both share, or only Kara?"
Really, he should have an answer. But he couldn't think of one.
Luckily, Kara did, "Depends, honey."
"On?"
"What I think after we've had sex."
Carter seemed to think about that, and then she nodded and leaned down to kiss Kara.
The sound of them kissing coupled with the sight was enough to completely stop the blood flow in Sam's body. He shifted, trying not to give away his discomfort.
Soft murmurs, lazy movements, and then Sam really felt that life could end right now and he'd never regret it. Sam Carter was kissing her way down Kara's body. She stopped to lick and suck Kara's breasts (something Sam was rather fond of doing, himself, so he could understand the fascination), then continued down. She left teeth marks in Kara's belly and pressed indentations into her hips. Kara's words of encouragement were familiar.
As were the sounds she made when Carter's mouth finally reached her cunt.
Sam felt he should really feel jealous at Carter's sure tongue. After all, it had taken him several weeks to figure out how to make Kara react like that. But the sight of Kara arching off the bed, orgasm taking her with the colonel between her legs was something he hadn't thought he'd see.
He'd never even entertained the idea (at least, he didn't think he had. And if he had, the reality was far better than anything he could think of. Really).
Kara was beaded with sweat and panting when Carter finally raised her head. She was smirking as she kissed Kara's belly.
"What's the verdict?" asked Carter, slowly nibbling her way up to Kara's breasts.
"I don't know." Kara reached over and poked Sam. "Can I keep her?"
He released a breath and shifted. "Do I get to watch?"
Kara raised an eyebrow. "Kinky." She smirked and wriggled out from under Carter to yank the covers clear of Sam. "Hrm. Looks like you really do like to watch."
"I like to watch you."
"Mmm." Crawling closer, Kara kissed him, sliding her hand behind his head.
The kiss was sloppy and silly, and Sam almost laughed when she over-extended herself and lost her balance, sprawling across his chest. Of course, this put her within perfect groping distance, and he took full advantage of that, hands fitting against her breasts, thumb and fingers gently squeezing her nipples.
She growled and pressed against him, her free hand sliding down his side, fingers tightening on his hip.
The bed shifted as Carter climbed out. Sam was only really aware of it because Kara abruptly pulled away and looked over her shoulder. "Going somewhere?"
The other woman looked up from gathering her pants. "You seem... occupied."
Kara snorted, "If I have to get out of this bed, Carter, I'm tying you to the bedpost."
Really, Sam decided, he didn't need all that blood in his brain, did he?
"Look, Kara, it's ok. You're married--"
"We covered that, Carter." Kara's tone was soft and slightly dangerous. Sam knew that tone, it was the one that usually meant he'd be a little sore and stiff for two days because she'd really needed to get laid. Sometimes, he wondered if she was trying to punish him for taking flight away.
"Fine." Dropping her pants, Carter climbed back on the bed. She still looked uncertain, though. "It's just, I don't..."
"Hey," Sam felt he should say something, "It's, uh, hot."
His mama always had told him women appreciated honesty.
Carter raised her eyebrows at him, then grinned, "Thank you."
"Are we done worrying?" Kara didn't wait for an answer, pouncing on Carter and kissing her neck.
"Yes." Tilting her head to the side, Carter let out a soft little encouraging moan.
"Good."
Kara caught Carter's wrists and dragged her hands behind her back as she nipped at Carter's shoulders and neck. Another moan, and this one did things to Sam's insides that made him wonder if it was possible to die from watching hot porn.
It could be, he decided when Kara transferred both wrists to one hand and used her free one to slide between Carter's legs.
The colonel shuddered, hips moving against Kara's hand.
Really, he couldn't really tell what the frak was going on. But the image, and the reactions from Carter were more than enough to give a good idea. Not to mention Kara's somewhat crude running commentary. Although he had the perfect view to watch Kara suck one of Carter's nipples into her mouth.
With the commentary track silenced, Carter's moans and sighs were far more noticeable. Sam twitched, trying to keep his hands at his sides. It felt kind of rude to just, well, take himself in hand and enjoy the show.
Not without asking, at least. And he still kind of hoped Kara would remember him eventually.
Carter's breath suddenly caught, and then the moans changed to something Sam would have liked to describe as a scream. Except that it was more strangled and guttural, and cut off abruptly when Kara kissed her.
Still hot. And Carter was flushed and looked as if she hadn't quite expected that when Kara pulled away.
"Uh, Kara?" Sam tried to keep the plaintive note from his voice.
"Yeah?"
He coughed, then gestured down at himself when she looked at him. "A little help here?"
"What. Can't do it yourself?"
"It's more fun with help."
She smirked and released Carter. "Yes. Yes it is."
"Go help him out, Kara. Be charitable," Carter was still panting, but she looked amused and sexy as hell.
Uncertain whether he really wanted that help--especially given the evil glint in Kara's eyes, Sam considered rethinking everything and running. But then he'd be naked, and people would laugh at him. Probably. So he stayed right where he was when Kara straddled him and leaned forward to kiss him.
His hands came up to cup her face and then he stroked his fingers back through her hair.
A moment later, she had him positioned and slid down onto him.
Sam let out a strangled moan, wondering why it always felt both like coming home and as exciting as the first time they frakked with Kara. Not that he'd ever say such a stupid, poetic thing. Besides, he figured it was Ten-Point's fault he even thought in flowery languages. That boy had loved to read poetry out during breaks.
Over Kara's shoulder, he watched Carter approach. She stopped close to them and eyed them considerately before she kissed Kara's back.
Kara's rhythm jarred for a moment, before she pushed away from Sam's chest and turned to stare at Carter.
"Not a problem, is it?"
"Nah. Just a--" she paused as the angle change finally caught up with her responses to let out a moan of her own, "--surprise."
"Good," said Carter, and then she moved to straddle Sam's legs a bit further back, arms sliding around Kara's waist as she dropped her mouth to Kara's neck.
Sam figured he could definitely die right now and never ever be happier. Really. Instead of dying, he caught Kara's hips, pulling her down faster as she moved. Carter sitting on his legs impeded his own movements, but he didn't care, intent on making Kara come before he did (though how he'd held on this long was something he'd blame on his earlier headache).
"Oh, Vala," Kara suddenly moaned.
The words took a moment to register, and when they did, Sam blinked at her. "What?"
Carter, too, looked disturbed and surprised.
"Oh, Vala?" Kara repeated, smirking at him, then she laughed at his continued silence and surprise. "A joke, Sam. Just a joke."
"God, you're a bitch," opined Carter, fingers flexing and nails digging into Kara's belly. Sam could see the white lines left behind.
"You betcha." And Kara fell sideways, pulling off of Sam and laughing again. She propped herself on one hand, elbow bent and smirked, "I'm bored. It's Carter's turn."
"What?" Again, they both said the same thing. Sam decided this could become a bad habit.
"Hey, if we're into sharing, Carter should get some cock, too. Bet it's been a while."
Oh, this had been a bad idea, Sam suddenly realized. But then, marrying Kara Thrace was sometimes something he considered a really bad idea. He could have left her half a dozen times--she certainly could have left him more than a dozen times. And she hadn't. He shook his head, "It's all right. I'll, uh, just--"
"She's right," Carter noted. Then she leaned forward and kissed him gently.
The first thing he noticed was that she still tasted like Kara. It was enough to make him cup the back of her head, holding her close to suck the last remnants from her lips and chin. Then he stopped. "Are you sure?"
"Very." With a twist to her hips that was graceful and very different to Kara's sneak-attacks and methods of sliding onto him, she sank down.
Different, the same, it didn't matter, suddenly. Carter's breasts weren't where Kara's were, and she was taller. But Sam was pretty much incapable of thinking logically or with any sort of skill as she rocked against him.
But it was still Kara's mouth on his chest that sent him over the edge.
And how she fit and how Carter didn't fall off and how they switched who was kissing him wasn't something he was coherent enough to note.
He opened his eyes to find Kara looking at him, Carter propped against her back. She was still straddling him. "Hot," he managed, "That was very frakking hot."
"'S what I thought," Kara agreed. She leaned forward and kissed him. "Love you."
Grinning, he kissed her back. "Love you, too."
Carter coughed and removed herself from his legs and the bed, "I've really got to get ready for the day. Take a shower. There's reports to fill out and at least one more debriefing."
"Leaving so soon?" Kara asked, turning to watch.
"As I said, stuff."
"Hey," climbing off the bed, Kara touched Carter's shoulder. "You ok?"
"I'm good."
Figuring Kara would ruin whatever was happening, or at least, would put her foot in her mouth, Sam opened his own mouth and said, "Carter. It's really ok, ok?"
She met his gaze, then nodded, "I didn't mean to intrude."
"But we enjoyed it." He grinned, "Feel free to intrude whenever you feel the need."
"Mostly." Kara shot him a look.
Carter looked between them, then nodded, "All right. But I really do need to go now." She sounded regretful.
"Think of us in the shower, Carter." Kara advised, groping Carter's ass.
She smacked Kara's hand away. "Maybe. And maybe I'll be thinking of Vala."
They all had to laugh at that. Mostly.
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Heeeeeeeee! Yay! Hotness!
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Thank you =)
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And, Vala! XD
Thought you did pretty well with the Sam-Sam thing. None of the names were jarring, and it was a nice touch to have them say the same thing at the same time once or twice. Also, the last bit with Anders and Kara saying "love you" was perfect (and sad because it left Carter out, but that's why I liked it...because that's how it *would* be). Good fic. :)
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This was, iirc, pre-season three bsg angst, and thus, the happiness was more plausible.
Mwahaha. Now If I could just get the bulk of this puppy written. Sigh.