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rose_griffes) wrote2008-11-01 10:05 am
rose_griffes) wrote2008-11-01 10:05 am
BSG fic (Kara/Sam, make up your own title)
summary: Kara/Sam, New Caprica; pre-wedding, pre-'Unfinished Business' flashbacks (so, spoilers through 3.09, technically)
rating/warning: PGish for sex talk (even though nothing actually happens, mwahahahaha!) and creepiness
note: I wrote an earlier version of this for
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lyssie's birthday. I wasn't happy with it, so I started toying with it more... and it got longer and even more shmoopy. I think I'd better stop now before I have Kara and Sam adopting Boxey, Jake the dog and a litter of kittens.thanks to
daybreak777 for looking over this a second timeDB called it bittersweet fluff. So...
She's still breathing, light chest movement visible. He doesn't want to look lower because he knows what he'll see--swollen stomach, machinery below. A grotesque mockery of creation, and he can't endure witnessing it again. Kara's eyes are closed; he doesn't know if he could bear seeing her aware of her surroundings.
A hand grips his and he jumps as he turns around to look. Gods... his little sister is lying on the next bed; she's looking at him with accusation and he--
Sam's nightmare was interrupted by a sudden weight on his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw Kara's face in front of his, a mischievous smiling lighting it up.
"Hey, Sammy!"
"Uh--" His brain felt fuzzy and his heart was beating double-time. "What time is it?"
"Middle of the night." She sounded way too enthusiastic when she said it. "Did some donut runs, then I decided to stay planetside. Next shift is in two days."
Kara, sitting on top of him and happy; not on a farm hooked up to a baby-making machine. She'd already lit the candle near his bed. Sam studied her face--her dark eyes, the way her hair framed her face as it trailed halfway out of her ponytail. Last week when he'd seen her, she'd been distant, but now she was relaxed and clearly pleased with herself. Shifting across his hips, her flight suit squeaked as she leaned forward and put her elbows above his shoulders, her face close to his.
"So, did you miss me?" she asked.
Reaching up, he pushed a strand of her hair out of the way. "Hm." He put his hand behind her head, pulling her down for a long kiss. "Nope," he replied.
She pulled away and sat up, her weight across his hips. "Well, maybe I should go away longer, then."
Sam pushed himself up with one hand and grabbed her wrists with the other. "Didn't miss you at all," he told her, punctuating the words with more kisses. Lacing his fingers into her hair, he pulled out her ponytail holder and began massaging her scalp.
Kara sat still and made an appreciative noise in the back of her throat. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned her cheek against his while he continued rubbing.
"How was your shift?"
"Boring recon. Boring supply runs." Her breath was warm against his neck. "I did a spiral in the raptor, though." She leaned back look at him. "Helo didn't think I could do more than two loops in atmo."
That explained her giddy mood--she was always more upbeat when she'd pulled a stunt during her shift.
Leaning forward again, she nudged him with her head as a sign for him to continue rubbing her scalp. "The rest was routine. We've gotten enough supplies down here now that we're slowing down the donut runs."
"Mmm. Looking for something else to do?"
"Why?"
Keeping his tone light, Sam replied, "There's some welding jobs available now. They need people who've used a torch before."
She pulled back again. Looking at him with eyes narrowed, she said, "Is this another attempt to act domestic?"
"Domestic? You with a welding torch?" He laughed. "You could weld a new bed frame. That might be domestic."
"Speaking of that--are you going to put this bedframe to use, or are you just going to sit there and play with my hair?"
Sam flopped back against his pillow and put his hands behind his head. "You're still wearing your flight suit. Too much work."
She wriggled her hips against his and he wanted to respond in kind, but the nightmare he'd been having was still clinging to him. Middle of the night--that meant cylons coming or a big raid or... nothing good. Kara's presence was comforting but he could still feel the memories revived by the dream. It was one he'd had far too often since leaving Caprica.
Kara was clearly impatient. "Too tired?"
"No." He waited a beat. "Maybe." He thought about telling her of the nightmares, or about the things that used to happen if they were awakened at night. He didn't, though. Instead he reached up with his hand and traced her lower lip with his index finger. "I really am glad you came. Can you wait until morning?" He wanted to add: and stay here with me, now?
She stared at him for a moment. Maybe the look on his face gave something away, because instead of making a joke about leaving and looking elsewhere to fill her needs, she sighed and leaned forward, burying her face against the hollow between his neck and shoulder. "Okay."
He trailed his fingers through her hair again, then shifted her weight so she was half on him, half on the bed.
"You're really not going to help me out of my flight suit, are you?"
"Nope."
She chuckled; he felt the movement from her laugh against his chest. "You know, for being my personal property, you're not very cooperative."
"S'right."
She sat up and peeled her arms out of the flight suit. Looking resigned and cold, she stood up and pulled off the rest of the suit as quickly as she could. He appreciated the view--the contrast of Kara's vivid personality with the gray and black tanks and gray panties made him smile.
Finishing up, she jumped under the covers with him, pulling away a large portion of the blankets.
"Hey!" he protested.
"That's the price you have to pay for not helping me," she said, and grinned sadistically at him.
He'd pay it. Between her weird pilot shifts and his job planet-side, they didn't see each other much. Add in her mercurial mood shifts; he tried not to hope for more from her but sometimes he just wanted to hold on to her and not let her leave... Nothing would make her run away faster, though. And this was okay, too. More than okay.
One benefit of seeing her here--the cold, damp weather meant she was draped all over him when she stayed the night. Too bad she was a blanket hog, he mused. She was already winding down from her adrenaline high; he could feel her relaxing against him.
Gods, this was the best tranquilizer--her weight on him, reassuring him that she was okay. The last pieces of the nightmare slid away for the moment.
Sam reached over to the clothing pile next to the bed and grabbed a pair of socks. Kara always woke up with cold feet; he decided to take preventive measures this time. He slid his hand down her leg and almost got whacked in the head by her elbow. He grunted as he moved his head away from her swinging arm.
"Whatever you're doing down there, it tickles." She gave him a questioning look.
"Giving you socks. So you don't wake me up later with your freakishly cold toes."
Kara snickered, then obligingly lifted her foot closer to his hand. "This a new kink of yours, Sam?" she asked as he slid the sock onto her foot.
"Cold toes?"
She poked him in the chest. "No, socks."
"Yeah, babe. 'Cause socks are sexy." He flopped down on the lumpy pillow again and pretended to leer. Kara laughed and draped herself over him again; they fumbled for a comfortable position. She yawned, leaned over and nipped his shoulder with her teeth, then settled back against him. It kind of hurt, actually.
"Frak, what was that for?" he asked.
"Marking where to start later." She grinned at him then leaned over and blew out the candle.
"I was gonna remind you anyway," he mumbled in the dark.
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She sat up and peeled her arms out of the flight suit. Looking resigned and cold, she stood up and pulled off the rest of the suit as quickly as she could. He appreciated the view--the contrast of Kara's vivid personality with the gray and black tanks
<--- One of my favorite lines, for some reason. :)
"Yeah, babe. 'Cause socks are sexy." He flopped down on the lumpy pillow again and pretended to leer.
LOL. Socks are so not sexy. But these two are pretty darn adorable. <3 Nice job!
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Heh, thanks!
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I like both versions, but this one has more small touches and things about the dream. *gleeful*
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Aww, they are kind of sweet, aren't they? But the bitter is knowing what will happen later. But for a while they had something on N.C.
The dream scared me! Again! You have a thing with creepiness too, my friend. And Caprica. And that week. I am glad Kara made Sam forget scary dreams. I will pretend there will be no more scary dreams for either of them, forever after!
I like your almost-porn-but-not writings. :-)
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Mwahahahahah!Er, I mean, sorry! ;-) Creepy is fun in fic... or on my TV (sometimes). Not so much in real life, though.I like your almost-porn-but-not writings. :-)
Aw, thanks! Next time I shall include more kissing!
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I pretty much want to cuddle this story. I love Sam here, with his nightmares and his having socks for Kara so her toes don't get cold. And really, who doesn't love Kara in her undies?
I love fics where Sam has his own life outside of Kara. We don't get to see much of him that doesn't have to do with her in canon, so just the mention that he does in fact have a job down there is happy-making. And the observation about Kara that she always seems happiest when she's done some crazy madness while flying... Love it.
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I also, strangely, loved how non-sexual this was. Obviously it's great when they're being sexy, but they're just so comfortable and even mellow here. It's adorable. Moreover, in a weird way, I kind of like how Sam shoots her down a couple of times. He's not her mindless slave, as he is in much of fanfic (and sometimes canon). And Kara doesn't mind.
This line really cracked me up with its adorableness: "You're still wearing your flight suit. Too much work."
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Oh, thank you! I've always found it tricky to write fic about pairs that satisfies me, so I'm thrilled that Kara and Sam's interactions seem fitting to you.
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I love Sam. I love Lee. But I really really LOVE the dynamic here. I don't know if you saw, but Latteaddict did a great picspam of Sam / Kara for New Years. Just gorgeous!
Anyhow! Just thought I'd say THANK YOU! Lovely fic!
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Perhaps it's friendslocked? I'm not seeing it.
Thanks for commenting on the fic! Kara/Sam ended up my "I don't want to ship anyone on this show but somehow they drew me in" couple.
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Some of my favorite K/S stuff