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HI.
SFF, as scheduled, will not be seen tonight. Sorry. Um. Martian Manhunter was on my Galactica?
Instead. Instead, I bring you screencaps from the SF teaser preview on their site. http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/code/video.html.
And, a little, um, ficlet, inspired by said teaser. Yes. SPOILERS FOR THE EPISODE CONTAINED WITHIN.
It's like a pretty slide show, in a way...
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Next, some fic. Normal spoiler warnings apply, normal warnings, Adult.
Sam's not thinking about the next five minutes. Sam is thinking about now, and the woman in his arms. The woman who is panting as she moves, little gasps that go straight to his blood like electric shocks. He's thinking about how hard he has to push, how quick, how deft for that one little moan she makes on the high end.
And when she does it he almost smirks. Because this is his wife, and she's gorgeous and annoying, beautiful and obnoxious and if he wears her out, maybe she'll stay.
The tiny little thought is shoved into a corner, along with the hope it causes. Because he knows her. He knows she's not going to stay anymore than she has the last half dozen times. He'll push her over the edge into orgasm and he'll snuggle up and she'll go cold.
But there's some sense of satisfaction that as she breaks, she whimpers his name.
He takes the comfort in that as his body, over-loaded with sensation, follows hers. Takes comfort as the sweat begins to cool and he kisses down her cheek.
And she pulls away, like he thought she would.
Only, this time, he can't quite let it go.
The little thought he's had bypasses his brain and exits his lips. "Kara, I want you back."
And he knows what she's going to say, knows, even as she glances away for her shirts, that it was stupid.
In five minutes, he thinks as she leaves without a word, in five minutes, he'll have to think about the future again.
Maybe next time, she'll stay.
Instead. Instead, I bring you screencaps from the SF teaser preview on their site. http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/code/video.html.
And, a little, um, ficlet, inspired by said teaser. Yes. SPOILERS FOR THE EPISODE CONTAINED WITHIN.
It's like a pretty slide show, in a way...
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Next, some fic. Normal spoiler warnings apply, normal warnings, Adult.
Sam's not thinking about the next five minutes. Sam is thinking about now, and the woman in his arms. The woman who is panting as she moves, little gasps that go straight to his blood like electric shocks. He's thinking about how hard he has to push, how quick, how deft for that one little moan she makes on the high end.
And when she does it he almost smirks. Because this is his wife, and she's gorgeous and annoying, beautiful and obnoxious and if he wears her out, maybe she'll stay.
The tiny little thought is shoved into a corner, along with the hope it causes. Because he knows her. He knows she's not going to stay anymore than she has the last half dozen times. He'll push her over the edge into orgasm and he'll snuggle up and she'll go cold.
But there's some sense of satisfaction that as she breaks, she whimpers his name.
He takes the comfort in that as his body, over-loaded with sensation, follows hers. Takes comfort as the sweat begins to cool and he kisses down her cheek.
And she pulls away, like he thought she would.
Only, this time, he can't quite let it go.
The little thought he's had bypasses his brain and exits his lips. "Kara, I want you back."
And he knows what she's going to say, knows, even as she glances away for her shirts, that it was stupid.
In five minutes, he thinks as she leaves without a word, in five minutes, he'll have to think about the future again.
Maybe next time, she'll stay.
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Piiiiiiiics!
*dies*
I haven't done my write-up about 3.04 (lazy) but if I wasn't a shipper before, that whole scene where Anders found her, and the mix of joy and love and worry and the kiss is just...turns me into a sad, brainless fangirl.
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I'm still distracted by the porn on my screen. And it isn't even live.
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And I think I need to lie down a bit :)
Btw, the fic is totally awesome. I am brain-fried and am only functioning on a double esspresso or I'd have a comment more worthy of how good and bleak and hopeful at the same time it is, but it really is amazing.
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Thank you =) I am all brainfried from squee and glee and the paranoia that this will be the last good thing that happens to them FOREVER.
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You could have called, though. I would have happily wandered off. Because, er, only Kara was keeping me watching?
(I have glee I typed, but then, I went, "er, wait..." so I ask before spoiling)
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...was it tonight's that you saw or was it another?
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Mmm, so much pretty. The boxing stuff is going to make me laugh my ass off, but I'll take more of this side of it, and very happily.
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And the promised SQUEEEE!!!!
Loved all of it!
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But these photos totally cured all my ills.
So BSG - stop with all the emo and manpain and making up backstories that just doesn't work with canon and stick with the naked Sam and Kara please. Thank you.
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And, dude, as long as I do BSG like I do SG-1 (ie, don't think too hard), I'm all good. Except for Tigh. He's allowed a little manpain. Although, you will note that he is using it to bitchslap sense into other people. yes.
like Kara. Whom he will mock for throwing a good thing away.*seconds vote*