[i suck at titles]
Um. I wrote fic for ds_snippets.
I DON'T KNOW. I hadn't written anything in forever (and hadn't FINISHED anything for longer than that) but after a particular scene in "Faith", and glancing at the prompts for this week, uh. Potential threesomes inspire me?
So. Yeah. Have two drabbles, G-PG. Kara/Sam/Leoben... ish. Vague spoilers.
Title: Prescience
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: none (Sam, Leoben)
Rating: G
Length: 282
Prompt: piercing
Leoben has his head bent toward hers, leaning in, so close they're almost touching. He's talking nonsense, light murmurs meant only for her. One of his hands is against her neck, fingers skimming her pulse, and the other moves over her shoulder, caressing in a slow, circular rhythm. Gentle, light. Soothing.
Sam's head pounds and bile rises in his throat as he fights to sit up, to go to her, to push Leoben away.
She's bleeding. He can see it, a red stain in her light hair, on her skin. Kara's bleeding, and her head is tilted back, and her eyes are closed, and she's not moving.
"Kara, baby, please - "
Sam shoves himself forward, shoulders Leoben over, makes room, and pushes the hand on Kara's neck aside. Feels for himself.
"She's okay, she's okay, she's okay," he breathes out, smoothing the hair out of her eyes. He touches her face, her shoulder, her knee. He gathers a piece of gauze and begins cleaning the blood off her temple. Beside him, Leoben goes silent.
He glances over, and - Leoben is smiling at him. Something in Sam pulls tight. It's an odd, slight smile, but it goes right through him, and he wants to say something, anything to get rid of that, wipe away that expression. He wants to, but he can’t. He can’t find the words, can’t even move with Leoben just looking at him, eyes shining, piercing, going deep. A shiver creeps down his spine.
Abruptly, Leoben turns away, looks back down at Kara. Touches her hand. And there is an almost painful tenderness in him as he says, like he's sure, like he knows,
"She will be."
//
Title: Shift
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Sam/Leoben + Kara (sorta)
Rating: PG?
Length: 300
Prompt: tumescence
They're painting again.
My wife and cylon and bullet through your head scream inside Sam as he grabs Leoben, drags his hands from her; hurls him across the small, beautiful room, and swings.
There’s a crunch, a satisfying give of flesh. Leoben stumbles, body barely registering the hit, and his tongue flits over his lower lip, blooming red. His eyes burn. He jerks his head, and Sam steps forward.
Kara is yelling, shouting his name. She is very far away.
He shoves Leoben, pressing him into the wall. His arm is tight across his throat, holding, choking. Leoben swallows, coughs, relaxes against him. His hands hang at his sides. He's not fighting. Why isn't he fighting?
Words rasp out of Leoben's throat: "I saw this."
"Sam!"
His head snaps up. Leoben watches him with heavy, lidded eyes and the sound of their gasping, harsh and deep, is the only thing he hears. Leoben's breath puffs warm against his face. He can feel himself shaking.
Leoben tilts his head to the side. Something flickers over his face and Sam has only a second to think, desperately, no, before he grins. Grins, wide and feral, teeth stained red, and Sam can only push harder, will him quiet with his weight. Leoben chokes a laugh. No.
He can feel Leoben hard against him, can feel it all, all the warmth, solid and alive under him, pulse hammering against his forearm. He can smell him, oil and atmosphere. Blood, sweat, something he can't quite place. He wonders if it's on him too.
At that thought, he shifts. Melds himself closer. He stares into Leoben's eyes, studies the lines of his face. Their foreheads touch, and he gasps once, against his mouth; tastes blood.
Behind him, a hitch of breath. A voice like prayer.
"Sam."
Andthentheyhadsex.
I DON'T KNOW. I hadn't written anything in forever (and hadn't FINISHED anything for longer than that) but after a particular scene in "Faith", and glancing at the prompts for this week, uh. Potential threesomes inspire me?
So. Yeah. Have two drabbles, G-PG. Kara/Sam/Leoben... ish. Vague spoilers.
Title: Prescience
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: none (Sam, Leoben)
Rating: G
Length: 282
Prompt: piercing
Leoben has his head bent toward hers, leaning in, so close they're almost touching. He's talking nonsense, light murmurs meant only for her. One of his hands is against her neck, fingers skimming her pulse, and the other moves over her shoulder, caressing in a slow, circular rhythm. Gentle, light. Soothing.
Sam's head pounds and bile rises in his throat as he fights to sit up, to go to her, to push Leoben away.
She's bleeding. He can see it, a red stain in her light hair, on her skin. Kara's bleeding, and her head is tilted back, and her eyes are closed, and she's not moving.
"Kara, baby, please - "
Sam shoves himself forward, shoulders Leoben over, makes room, and pushes the hand on Kara's neck aside. Feels for himself.
"She's okay, she's okay, she's okay," he breathes out, smoothing the hair out of her eyes. He touches her face, her shoulder, her knee. He gathers a piece of gauze and begins cleaning the blood off her temple. Beside him, Leoben goes silent.
He glances over, and - Leoben is smiling at him. Something in Sam pulls tight. It's an odd, slight smile, but it goes right through him, and he wants to say something, anything to get rid of that, wipe away that expression. He wants to, but he can’t. He can’t find the words, can’t even move with Leoben just looking at him, eyes shining, piercing, going deep. A shiver creeps down his spine.
Abruptly, Leoben turns away, looks back down at Kara. Touches her hand. And there is an almost painful tenderness in him as he says, like he's sure, like he knows,
"She will be."
//
Title: Shift
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Sam/Leoben + Kara (sorta)
Rating: PG?
Length: 300
Prompt: tumescence
They're painting again.
My wife and cylon and bullet through your head scream inside Sam as he grabs Leoben, drags his hands from her; hurls him across the small, beautiful room, and swings.
There’s a crunch, a satisfying give of flesh. Leoben stumbles, body barely registering the hit, and his tongue flits over his lower lip, blooming red. His eyes burn. He jerks his head, and Sam steps forward.
Kara is yelling, shouting his name. She is very far away.
He shoves Leoben, pressing him into the wall. His arm is tight across his throat, holding, choking. Leoben swallows, coughs, relaxes against him. His hands hang at his sides. He's not fighting. Why isn't he fighting?
Words rasp out of Leoben's throat: "I saw this."
"Sam!"
His head snaps up. Leoben watches him with heavy, lidded eyes and the sound of their gasping, harsh and deep, is the only thing he hears. Leoben's breath puffs warm against his face. He can feel himself shaking.
Leoben tilts his head to the side. Something flickers over his face and Sam has only a second to think, desperately, no, before he grins. Grins, wide and feral, teeth stained red, and Sam can only push harder, will him quiet with his weight. Leoben chokes a laugh. No.
He can feel Leoben hard against him, can feel it all, all the warmth, solid and alive under him, pulse hammering against his forearm. He can smell him, oil and atmosphere. Blood, sweat, something he can't quite place. He wonders if it's on him too.
At that thought, he shifts. Melds himself closer. He stares into Leoben's eyes, studies the lines of his face. Their foreheads touch, and he gasps once, against his mouth; tastes blood.
Behind him, a hitch of breath. A voice like prayer.
"Sam."
Andthentheyhadsex.