fic: Things the Flight Manual Doesn't Recommend: Page Three, Kara/Anders, 18+
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: 18+ Sex. Length: 1,500+
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders, Kara/Viper, Kara/Viper/Anders. Did I mention the sex?
Set: LYDB2. Vague spoilers.
Notes: Everyone can blame rhi_silverflame. And winamp's inability to give me angsty songs.
Things the Flight Manual Doesn't Recommend: Page Three
by ALC Punk!
"So, it's okay if I sit up here?"
Kara rolled her eyes and didn't look up from the instrumentation she was checking. "Yes, Sam, it's fine." After three weeks on Galactica, and he was still fidgety, like a kid in a candy store. She wanted to blame him, but couldn't, exactly. There was very little for him to do. Hell, with the CAP reduced, there was very little for her to do, either.
"Good."
Finally finished with her tweaking--which hadn't really been needed, but it had been something to do--Kara looked up and found Sam straddling the engines of her viper. Really, Kara thought to herself, there shouldn't be a damned thing hot about it. No reason for her mouth to go a little dry, nothing to cause the sudden tightening in her belly. Except that it was Sam Anders, and he was straddling her viper.
No psychoanalyst, Kara ignored part of that, and concentrated on the rest. "Having fun up there?"
He grinned, "Oh, yeah."
Kara pulled the cockpit closed and clambered up in front of him, not quite straddling the viper, more kneeling. "You are, huh?"
"Yup."
Not giving him a chance to guess her intentions, Kara pounced, pushing him onto his back and straddling his waist. He yelped, the sound muffled as her mouth claimed his without any sort of finesse.
"Kara--"
"Shut up."
He flailed slightly, then she felt his legs shifting, adjusting, and--ah. She pressed back against him, swallowing his groan smugly. A hand yanked at her coveralls, digging through layers to reach her skin. Anders really was becoming an expert at getting into her clothing, Kara decided happily as she nipped at his mouth.
Planting her hands to either side of him, Kara pushed up and found there was just enough stability on top of a viper to balance over her lover. "Like my viper, huh?"
His fingers stroked her side, "Yup."
"Good." Really wishing orange coveralls weren't all-encompassing, Kara began yanking at it, pulling it off her shoulders. Men had it easier, of course, she decided a little resentfully as Sam steadied while she tried to strip without falling the twelve feet onto the steel decking.
"Boots," he offered helpfully, groping her stomach.
Kara groaned, then wriggled until she could get to one boot, then the other. They dropped to the deck with loud clangs, and she swore, ducking down to lie flat on top of Sam.
"Worried about getting caught?" He teased, getting her coveralls past her hips. His hands then yanked her shirts up and stroked the bared skin.
She shivered, "Chief would halt my fun."
"That would be bad," he agreed before pulling her up enough to kiss her breasts.
A growl escaped Kara as he teased her, and she slid her fingers into his hair, tugging. "Sam."
He nipped at one hard nipple, making her gasp. Then he licked the other.
Shoving with her legs, Kara shed the rest of her coveralls along with her underwear. Now she was mostly naked, on top of her viper (and her man). Sam took advantage of the lack of clothing to grope her ass, then slide his hand between her legs.
Reaching between them, Kara expertly unbuttoned him and pulled his hard cock free, stroking lightly.
He arched into her with a groan, mouth leaving her breasts as she shifted down, straddling his hips. "Kara, are you sure--"
"Shut up," she grunted, sliding down onto him.
His hand went to the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to his as she began to move.
They both were trying to be quiet, but the thrill of getting caught, coupled with the viper beneath them meant neither could help the occasional gasp. Kara actually giggled when he banged his head on the fuselage. She didn't apologize, though. She just made him want to hit his head again. Though this time, he didn't.
"Ow," he mumbled.
"You'll recover."
"Bitch." But he was smirking, hands tracing her skin as she moved. As he moved against her.
Then they couldn't speak, breath too occupied with trying to breathe and trying to be quiet, and when he pinched a nipple, she almost fell sideways off the viper. And then it was a battle of who could make the other react more. Until Kara finally orgasmed, back arched, mouth latched onto Sam's neck. Her cry was muffled by his skin, the shudders caught and amplified by his hands on her back and sides.
Sam's hands at her waist kept her immobile when she would have started again to get him off. "What?"
"I thought I heard something."
"What?" Kara lifted her head and cast a glance towards the far end, where the specialists had been working. As far as she could tell, they were still there. Looking the other way, however, she found the Chief of the Deck eyeing them. "Oh, frak."
Chief Tyrol coughed, then glanced away from them, "Sir, I think your viper is in perfect condition. Might I recommend you head to your rack?"
Noting that her coveralls had made it all the way to the floor, Kara smirked slightly, "I would, Chief, but I'm afraid my pants are on the floor."
Sam had his hand over his face, as if not being able to see the Chief meant the Chief couldn't see him. Or maybe he was just embarrassed. Although it certainly hadn't stopped him from still being very happy she was right where she was. She wriggled a little, just to be evil. He stifled a moan.
A cough, again, and she reached out and accepted the coveralls Chief had kindly picked up for her. "Thanks, Chief. We'll, ah, go finish this elsewhere."
"Very good, sir." A faint flush stained his cheeks.
Kara smirked and wriggled again, drawing a growl from Sam. "Night, Chief."
He fled.
"Kara."
She reluctantly climbed off of him, coveralls still in one hand, "Sam? Think you can move, or are you stuck to my viper?"
"I can move." He removed his hand and glared at her.
Kara clambered down the ladder then began pulling on her clothing. Except her underwear. She wasn't quite sure where they'd ended up, but they had not been in the coverall. Through her socks, the deck was cold, too. She hopped around until she located both boots.
Before she could put them on, Sam caught her from behind, holding her still and nipping at her neck. A yelp escaped her, and she elbowed him.
He licked the base of her neck and tugged at her coveralls. Since they'd only been at her waist, this made them slide down to her knees again. "Sam, I thought--"
If there was one thing she hadn't minded, it was that he was taller than her. Unfortunately, it gave him the advantage. His arms tightened, and he lifted her off her feet, then walked her towards the crate that, she realized, was rather a useful height.
Figuring out his intentions, she was ready when he set her back down and turned to eye him, "Afraid you won't make it back to our quarters?"
"Nope." He nudged his knee between her legs and bent to kiss and nip at her neck and shoulders.
Kara shivered under the assault and bent forward, then discovered a problem. "I need a box, Sam."
A snort escaped him and he slipped a finger into her, causing her to gasp.
"Your--damn--" Kara moaned. "--legs're too long."
"Picky."
"Realistic." Kara caught his wrist and tugged his fingers away from her cunt. Glancing around for her boots, she pushed her ass back against him, making him gasp. "Got an idea. Take off your boots."
While he did that, Kara checked that Chief hadn't returned and then pulled her own boots back on. A quick search also produced a pallet that might be just the thing. She set it down and stepped onto it, bouncing to make sure it wouldn't break randomly. "Yeah..."
Sam caught her waist, moving back into position. He grunted approval before pushing at her shoulders.
Bending forwards, Kara felt him shift and then slide in. The angle wasn't perfect, not for her. But Sam seemed not to have a problem with it. He bent and sucked at the back of her neck, one hand curving underneath to stroke her belly as he thrust.
Considering being evil, Kara nevertheless kept an eye out for anyone who might interrupt them while meeting Sam's movements with her own variation. Carefully, of course. She was pretty sure she didn't want to find out what would happen if the pallet broke beneath their combined weight and movement. Luckily, Sam really hadn't needed too much before he came, teeth in her skin and a soundless cry that made her smug.
Feeling him slump, she wriggled. "Hey."
He kissed the abused skin at the back of her neck and reluctantly straightened, pulling free of her. "We should take the Chief's advice."
"I was going to before you went all caveman." she teased, pulling the coveralls on over her boots. She zipped it most of the way.
Sam finished tucking himself away, and reached out to catch her hand. "You didn't object."
"Hell, no." She smacked his ass. "Let's go to bed."
"Sounds like a plan."
Kara briefly wondered which hapless technician would find her underwear, then stopped caring. Sex with Sam was a much more interesting prospect.
Rating: 18+ Sex. Length: 1,500+
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders, Kara/Viper, Kara/Viper/Anders. Did I mention the sex?
Set: LYDB2. Vague spoilers.
Notes: Everyone can blame rhi_silverflame. And winamp's inability to give me angsty songs.
Things the Flight Manual Doesn't Recommend: Page Three
by ALC Punk!
"So, it's okay if I sit up here?"
Kara rolled her eyes and didn't look up from the instrumentation she was checking. "Yes, Sam, it's fine." After three weeks on Galactica, and he was still fidgety, like a kid in a candy store. She wanted to blame him, but couldn't, exactly. There was very little for him to do. Hell, with the CAP reduced, there was very little for her to do, either.
"Good."
Finally finished with her tweaking--which hadn't really been needed, but it had been something to do--Kara looked up and found Sam straddling the engines of her viper. Really, Kara thought to herself, there shouldn't be a damned thing hot about it. No reason for her mouth to go a little dry, nothing to cause the sudden tightening in her belly. Except that it was Sam Anders, and he was straddling her viper.
No psychoanalyst, Kara ignored part of that, and concentrated on the rest. "Having fun up there?"
He grinned, "Oh, yeah."
Kara pulled the cockpit closed and clambered up in front of him, not quite straddling the viper, more kneeling. "You are, huh?"
"Yup."
Not giving him a chance to guess her intentions, Kara pounced, pushing him onto his back and straddling his waist. He yelped, the sound muffled as her mouth claimed his without any sort of finesse.
"Kara--"
"Shut up."
He flailed slightly, then she felt his legs shifting, adjusting, and--ah. She pressed back against him, swallowing his groan smugly. A hand yanked at her coveralls, digging through layers to reach her skin. Anders really was becoming an expert at getting into her clothing, Kara decided happily as she nipped at his mouth.
Planting her hands to either side of him, Kara pushed up and found there was just enough stability on top of a viper to balance over her lover. "Like my viper, huh?"
His fingers stroked her side, "Yup."
"Good." Really wishing orange coveralls weren't all-encompassing, Kara began yanking at it, pulling it off her shoulders. Men had it easier, of course, she decided a little resentfully as Sam steadied while she tried to strip without falling the twelve feet onto the steel decking.
"Boots," he offered helpfully, groping her stomach.
Kara groaned, then wriggled until she could get to one boot, then the other. They dropped to the deck with loud clangs, and she swore, ducking down to lie flat on top of Sam.
"Worried about getting caught?" He teased, getting her coveralls past her hips. His hands then yanked her shirts up and stroked the bared skin.
She shivered, "Chief would halt my fun."
"That would be bad," he agreed before pulling her up enough to kiss her breasts.
A growl escaped Kara as he teased her, and she slid her fingers into his hair, tugging. "Sam."
He nipped at one hard nipple, making her gasp. Then he licked the other.
Shoving with her legs, Kara shed the rest of her coveralls along with her underwear. Now she was mostly naked, on top of her viper (and her man). Sam took advantage of the lack of clothing to grope her ass, then slide his hand between her legs.
Reaching between them, Kara expertly unbuttoned him and pulled his hard cock free, stroking lightly.
He arched into her with a groan, mouth leaving her breasts as she shifted down, straddling his hips. "Kara, are you sure--"
"Shut up," she grunted, sliding down onto him.
His hand went to the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to his as she began to move.
They both were trying to be quiet, but the thrill of getting caught, coupled with the viper beneath them meant neither could help the occasional gasp. Kara actually giggled when he banged his head on the fuselage. She didn't apologize, though. She just made him want to hit his head again. Though this time, he didn't.
"Ow," he mumbled.
"You'll recover."
"Bitch." But he was smirking, hands tracing her skin as she moved. As he moved against her.
Then they couldn't speak, breath too occupied with trying to breathe and trying to be quiet, and when he pinched a nipple, she almost fell sideways off the viper. And then it was a battle of who could make the other react more. Until Kara finally orgasmed, back arched, mouth latched onto Sam's neck. Her cry was muffled by his skin, the shudders caught and amplified by his hands on her back and sides.
Sam's hands at her waist kept her immobile when she would have started again to get him off. "What?"
"I thought I heard something."
"What?" Kara lifted her head and cast a glance towards the far end, where the specialists had been working. As far as she could tell, they were still there. Looking the other way, however, she found the Chief of the Deck eyeing them. "Oh, frak."
Chief Tyrol coughed, then glanced away from them, "Sir, I think your viper is in perfect condition. Might I recommend you head to your rack?"
Noting that her coveralls had made it all the way to the floor, Kara smirked slightly, "I would, Chief, but I'm afraid my pants are on the floor."
Sam had his hand over his face, as if not being able to see the Chief meant the Chief couldn't see him. Or maybe he was just embarrassed. Although it certainly hadn't stopped him from still being very happy she was right where she was. She wriggled a little, just to be evil. He stifled a moan.
A cough, again, and she reached out and accepted the coveralls Chief had kindly picked up for her. "Thanks, Chief. We'll, ah, go finish this elsewhere."
"Very good, sir." A faint flush stained his cheeks.
Kara smirked and wriggled again, drawing a growl from Sam. "Night, Chief."
He fled.
"Kara."
She reluctantly climbed off of him, coveralls still in one hand, "Sam? Think you can move, or are you stuck to my viper?"
"I can move." He removed his hand and glared at her.
Kara clambered down the ladder then began pulling on her clothing. Except her underwear. She wasn't quite sure where they'd ended up, but they had not been in the coverall. Through her socks, the deck was cold, too. She hopped around until she located both boots.
Before she could put them on, Sam caught her from behind, holding her still and nipping at her neck. A yelp escaped her, and she elbowed him.
He licked the base of her neck and tugged at her coveralls. Since they'd only been at her waist, this made them slide down to her knees again. "Sam, I thought--"
If there was one thing she hadn't minded, it was that he was taller than her. Unfortunately, it gave him the advantage. His arms tightened, and he lifted her off her feet, then walked her towards the crate that, she realized, was rather a useful height.
Figuring out his intentions, she was ready when he set her back down and turned to eye him, "Afraid you won't make it back to our quarters?"
"Nope." He nudged his knee between her legs and bent to kiss and nip at her neck and shoulders.
Kara shivered under the assault and bent forward, then discovered a problem. "I need a box, Sam."
A snort escaped him and he slipped a finger into her, causing her to gasp.
"Your--damn--" Kara moaned. "--legs're too long."
"Picky."
"Realistic." Kara caught his wrist and tugged his fingers away from her cunt. Glancing around for her boots, she pushed her ass back against him, making him gasp. "Got an idea. Take off your boots."
While he did that, Kara checked that Chief hadn't returned and then pulled her own boots back on. A quick search also produced a pallet that might be just the thing. She set it down and stepped onto it, bouncing to make sure it wouldn't break randomly. "Yeah..."
Sam caught her waist, moving back into position. He grunted approval before pushing at her shoulders.
Bending forwards, Kara felt him shift and then slide in. The angle wasn't perfect, not for her. But Sam seemed not to have a problem with it. He bent and sucked at the back of her neck, one hand curving underneath to stroke her belly as he thrust.
Considering being evil, Kara nevertheless kept an eye out for anyone who might interrupt them while meeting Sam's movements with her own variation. Carefully, of course. She was pretty sure she didn't want to find out what would happen if the pallet broke beneath their combined weight and movement. Luckily, Sam really hadn't needed too much before he came, teeth in her skin and a soundless cry that made her smug.
Feeling him slump, she wriggled. "Hey."
He kissed the abused skin at the back of her neck and reluctantly straightened, pulling free of her. "We should take the Chief's advice."
"I was going to before you went all caveman." she teased, pulling the coveralls on over her boots. She zipped it most of the way.
Sam finished tucking himself away, and reached out to catch her hand. "You didn't object."
"Hell, no." She smacked his ass. "Let's go to bed."
"Sounds like a plan."
Kara briefly wondered which hapless technician would find her underwear, then stopped caring. Sex with Sam was a much more interesting prospect.