Sam felt the leather of the glove brush her cheek as she watched Kara climb into the Viper.
"Don't worry. I've survived worse." Kara looked down at Sam, her eyes looking up towards the pilot.
"I know." Sam sighed.
Kara quickly strapped herself into the fighter, readying the craft for take-off. Without thinking, Sam leapt up the ladder and grabbed Kara's head, pulling her as close as she could, planting a soul kiss on her lips, holding the short blonde hair tightly.
"And when you get back, there will be more of this." Sam promised, a glint in her eye. And Kara knew that there would be a lot of straps in use that night.
Kara had found an unused storeroom on the Galactica, and over time, she had built a few creature comforts into the small room.
Currently, Sam was strapped into one of these... comforts. Bound at the wrists and ankles, blindfolded, the white linen of the cloth blending into her blonde hair, writhed as Kara tortured her.
The young fighter jock slowly stroked her fingertips up and down Sam's exposed skin.
"Why such a deep kiss before I left?" Kara started accusatorily.
"I... I..." Same struggled to find the words in between the deep breaths she had to take, resisting Kara's soft and subtle tortures.
"There's no room for love in our world. Only passion." Kara cooed into Sam's ear, gently licking it in-between words.
"I... wanted you to be..." Sam gasped. "Yes, my lady."
Kara smiled. "Good. And now... the feathers."
Sam gasped and readied herself for a full night of passion.
*completely unrelated* 30 STM, so cool. I will one day vid 'Hunter' for Kara. Yknow, one day in an alternate universe.
And maybe that universe will have BSG with gayness actually shown :P Kara had so been frakkin Kat, it's obvious. (Is it bad I saw more between her and Kat than between her and *Lee*? Maybe it's just gonna take me a few more years to fully understand why people ship those two.)
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"Don't worry. I've survived worse." Kara looked down at Sam, her eyes looking up towards the pilot.
"I know." Sam sighed.
Kara quickly strapped herself into the fighter, readying the craft for take-off. Without thinking, Sam leapt up the ladder and grabbed Kara's head, pulling her as close as she could, planting a soul kiss on her lips, holding the short blonde hair tightly.
"And when you get back, there will be more of this." Sam promised, a glint in her eye. And Kara knew that there would be a lot of straps in use that night.
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That said, whoot!
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Currently, Sam was strapped into one of these... comforts.
Bound at the wrists and ankles, blindfolded, the white linen of the cloth blending into her blonde hair, writhed as Kara tortured her.
The young fighter jock slowly stroked her fingertips up and down Sam's exposed skin.
"Why such a deep kiss before I left?" Kara started accusatorily.
"I... I..." Same struggled to find the words in between the deep breaths she had to take, resisting Kara's soft and subtle tortures.
"There's no room for love in our world. Only passion." Kara cooed into Sam's ear, gently licking it in-between words.
"I... wanted you to be..." Sam gasped. "Yes, my lady."
Kara smiled. "Good. And now... the feathers."
Sam gasped and readied herself for a full night of passion.
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Spoke too soon.
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And maybe that universe will have BSG with gayness actually shown :P Kara had so been frakkin Kat, it's obvious. (Is it bad I saw more between her and Kat than between her and *Lee*? Maybe it's just gonna take me a few more years to fully understand why people ship those two.)
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BWAHAHAHAHAH. You've pretty much just made my day. ;)