Battlestar Galactica Fiction

[lucyparavel]

Fic: Lingerie: Not Strictly Essential, But Frakkin' Entertaining
By:
lucyparavel and
lyssie
Disclaimer: Not ours. Sadly.
Rating: R/18+ Sex, sex, sex, sex.
Pairing: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders
Set/spoilers: LDYB2, probably. Um... Kara likes sex?
Length: 6,000+ (not joking)
Genre: Porn. Fluff. Porn. There is no plot here. Definitely, no gen.
Notes: Let's just say Lucy is far more verbose than Lyssie, but it still works, anyway.
Summary: Clothes don't make the woman (but sometimes they make a man happy)

Lyssie had all ready posted this at various comms and in her journal, so some of you might have all ready seen it. I'm just posting it here as well to keep track of my fiction in one place. There is a sequel in the works, by the way!

Sam had won big at Triad earlier in the day, while Kara had been flying her CAP. Included in the jackpot, among other items, had been a very sexy, silky set of lingerie. While he hadn't been playing for it, Sam thought they might as well have some fun with it, now that he had won it. He knew Kara would take some persuading though, before she modeled it for him. With a grin, he showed it to her and started trying to coax her.

"I am not stupid, and I am not wearing that shit, Sam." Kara informed him, crossing her arms and glaring at her man. Really. That sort of thing was more Sharon's line--or, hell, Dee's.

A coaxing smile crossed Sam's lips and he leaned over her, "Aw, c'mon, baby. 'Course, if you're chicken..."

Kara snorted, but didn't back away, "Honey, you need to take reverse psychology lessons from Tigh." Then she poked at the silk again, and dropped it with a frown. No way was Starbuck wearing that. She tilted her head, "You're crap."

"Hrm." Sam reached for her, hands fitting against her waist, "Just tryin' to keep you from being bored, Kara." One hand wriggled, fingers tickling her.

Raising her eyebrows, Kara grabbed his hand to keep him from making her laugh and asked, "Bored? How would I ever get bored with you, Sammy? You're so clever and inventive in bed. It could take me a good, oh, five years before I get bored." She smirked, dodging his next attempt at tickling her.

Sam laughed and winked. "Thanks, baby. I know I am, but it's nice to hear." With ingenuity born of long practice with Kara, he started kissing her neck.

A soft growl escaped Kara, because she was being sarcastic. Obviously. He was just ignoring this fact. She poked his shoulder, then relented, 'cause Sam had really talented lips.

Sam smirked as he kept kissing her and got busy with his talented hands, stripping off her tanks and bra, then starting to unfasten her belt.

Grabbing his collar, Kara tugged at it. "Lose the shirt, Samuel."

He wrapped his hands around hers and pulled them down and behind her back, holding both wrists in one big hand, while the other finished pulling her pants off. "Not yet, baby." He kissed her, nipping her bottom lip in the way he knew she really liked.

A moan escaped her and she wriggled, trying to get her hands free. "I want to touch you." When that didn't get her free, she turned, pressing her hip against him. The position was awkward, but worth it to feel him hardening against her. Instinctively, she knew that if she wanted him to really let her go, she could free herself.

Sam groaned, pressing his lower body hard against her hip. Still kissing her, he scooped her up--a little awkwardly--with his other arm, while keeping her wrists trapped, and sat on the rack, with her on his lap. As they kissed, he slid his hand down her hips, ridding her of her grey panties as well. Then he trailed his hand back up, going to work on arousing her as a distraction for his plan.

"Yes," Kara murmured, opening her legs wider for his touch. She gave up on getting her hands free, for the moment. A part of her wanted to be free, but that same part also knew one thing: Sam would never hurt her. It was that last part that allowed her to ignore the hand on her wrists and concentrate on the one between her legs.

Once he had her naked, Sam continued kissing and caressing her for several minutes. "Trust me, baby, I'll make this good for you," he whispered in her ear, stretching her out on the rack. He released her hands, catching her wrists again when she brought her hands up to grab at his shirt. "Hey." He kissed her shoulder and tugged her wrists up to her head, moving his mouth down and kissing her breasts. "You know that, right?" He waited for a sign of consent before he did anything else. He doesn't want to screw up and make her angry.

Coming out of her pleasant haze, she blinked at him. It was a little hard to think because until he'd moved her, she'd been close--she was still pretty damned close. And she was pretty sure he knew that. Feeling his weight against her, she made a decision. For once, Starbuck wasn't going to try to take control. A shiver passed through her and she nudged him with her foot. "What'd you have in mind?" Besides, if he really pissed her off, she could probably successfully kick him out of the rack. He'd take her with him, but she'd get her point across.

Sam grinned at her tone, kissing her before he answered. "I thought maybe you could show me how carefully you can listen and follow instructions. I could take the edge off first, if you need a little help concentrating?" He moved his thumb on her clit in a circular motion he knew she liked. "Since I know you like a challenge? If you don't think you're up for it though..." He watched her expression carefully, prepared for one of her sudden mood shifts.

Narrowing her eyes, Kara pressed up against his hand, "I'm all edge, honey. Bring it on." After all, Starbuck never resisted a challenge. Even if it was coming from her man. She settled her hands to either side of her head, elbows out to the side.

Amused, Sam said, "That's the kind of enthusiasm that deserves a reward." He bent his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as his thumb kept up the pressure. He idly wondered if that would be enough for her this time. He fully intended to satisfy her more than once, until she was totally exhausted.

Pulling away, he said, "Want more, baby? Keep your hands still and lift your hips up for me." He let go of her hands and cupped the sides of her hips in his broad hands, teasingly rubbing his thumbs up and down the inner crease of her thighs, so close and yet not touching her anymore in the way she wanted.

Letting out a sound half between a whine and a growl, Kara nevertheless did as she was told. She dug in with her shoulders, shivering a little at the way it pushed her breasts up. With her knees bent, she planted her feet and lifted up. "Like this, or are we talking gymnastic feats, here?"

"No, that's fine. Very good, baby. I'll reward you in just a sec," Sam told her, smiling down at her. He picked up one of the pieces of filmy material from the floor and slipped it around her hips, quickly tying the tiny shimmery skirt in a slip knot on one side. The fringe would barely cover her when she was standing and left her totally bare to his touch on her back. "You can lay back now," he told her, putting gentle pressure on her hips and then moving down to kiss her intimately.

Eyes widening as the silky material settled on her skin, and not completely averse to its caress, Kara stared at him. "Oh. Oh, you bastard." But she didn't move to kick him, and she didn't move her hands. She'd walked herself right into this and she was going to take the consequences. "You ever," she said, one foot slipping into his lap and caressing him through his pants, "ever, tell anyone about Starbuck wearing frakkin' lingerie, and so help me, Samuel T. Anders, you will regret it. For the rest of your very short life."

Sam laughed softly, pressing himself against her foot for an instant and then taking it in his hand and rubbing along the length of the sole with his thumb. "Don't worry, baby, I'll take the secret to my grave," he said solemnly, with a twinkle in his eye. It was a serious promise just the same. He had no desire or ego driven need to tell tales about her that she didn't want told.

He bent his head back down to her body and licked and stroked her till he could tell she was very close again. Lifting his head, he told her, "Don't move." Casually, he rubbed his hands down her legs, then picked up another piece of the brief costume. "Close your eyes," he told her, "and sit up for me." He guided her into an upright position on his lap again and pushed her wrists together in the small of her back. He wrapped her hands together and said "Don't let go."

"You should write greeting cards," Kara muttered, but she left her hands where they were, skin itching and muscles tensing with anticipation.

"In my spare time," he teased back. Pausing, he kissed and stroked her breasts, as this position offered them up to him, until both her nipples were damp and standing at attention. "Very nice," he said, fastening the narrow little bodice into place around chest. The half cups supported her breasts and at the same time left them totally exposed to him.

He told her she could open her eyes and ran his own over her with clear enjoyment and appreciation. "Beautiful, as always," he said, kissing her. "Having fun, Kara?" he playfully slipped his hand under the silky skirt and stroked her again. He ignored his own arousal for now, enjoying the game he was playing, though he had more ideas now that she was dressed.

She was insane. Kara decided that was the only reason she hadn't killed him yet. Either that, or his hands and mouth just felt too good, and she didn't want him to stop. Plus, if she killed him, she'd be stuck without a man and easy access to sex. It would be a bitch to break in a new one. She could feel the material molding itself to her breasts, just tight enough to feel good.

His compliment made her flush a little, and she shoved the reaction down, determined not to dwell on it. Attractive, yes. A bitch, yes. Beautiful... Yeah, right. Anyway. Beautiful was for women like Dee and Sharon. Not her. "If you call this fun," she growled. "How much longer are you planning on doing this, Sam?"

"Hmm, I dunno, we'll see how long I can hold out," Sam said with a chuckle. "You inspire such devotion from me." He held her face and kissed her again, with several short smacks. "Actually, I think I've been being selfish. I keep touching you and you aren't getting to touch me. Maybe you could try to persuade me to hurry things along?" He held her steady as he lay down on his back, guiding her so she was straddling him. "Leave your hands where they are, Kara. Think you can manage to convince me?" he asked, one hand still busy stroking her clit with gentle pressure.

"Oh, honey," Kara mocked, voice breathless, "I'm a big girl. I'm pretty sure I can convince you." Regretfully removing herself from his expert fingers, Kara shifted backwards and then bent forward and caught Sam's shirt in her teeth, tugging it up enough to bare some of the skin above his waist. She paused for a moment to admire the lines of his stomach, then began moving her mouth in light, teasing touches from one side to the other, stopping to lick a line from sternum to navel. Looking up at him, still smirking, Kara used her chin to nudge his waistband down a little and nipped the skin there.

"Very nice," Sam said playfully, reaching out and stroking his fingers through her hair. He lifted his hips just slightly, to help her if she wanted to go further with stripping him, but didn't react other than that. Tugging her up a little, his other hand reached out to cup a breast and he stroked her nipple with his thumb and then pinched it for an instant.

Kara wriggled away and nipped harder in response, then eyed his pants. "Why the frak can't you wear sensible clothes with zippers, Sammy?" she nipped him again, then continued as she eyed his belt and the button. "It would be so much easier." she paused and glared at him, "I suppose I do like a challenge, though." Dropping her head, she gripped the tongue of the belt in her teeth and tugged it free. It took a little doing to get the buckle completely open, and Kara paused to glare at him again.

"This better be worth it." She didn't wait for him to answer her in amusement, just bit down on the button. It snapped off and she tilted her head and spit it out. "Guess you're going to have to get a seamstress in." Luckily, there was only a zipper left. Kara, however, paused and nudged at Sam through his pants, smirking again when he tensed. "Hrm..."

"You're so mouthy, baby. I can see how you always ended up in the brig," Sam chuckled. He rocked his hips against her, enjoying the pressure and the weight of her against him and also watching and listening to her. He idly tugged his shirt off over his head and draped one arm around her, running his hand down her spine. Then he cupped and squeezed her ass, slipping under the tiny skirt and forward, pressing into her damp arousal. "Still interested, I see," he told her cheerfully, fluttering his fingers.

Grunting, Kara pushed forward and bumped his chin with the top of her head. "Ow. You are such an ass, Sam." Resisting the urge to grab his hand, she glared at him. "You want to get off, honey, or just play with me until I kill you out of frustration?"

"Aww, but I'm your ass, aren't I, baby?" Sam teased, giving her a cocky grin. "I was planning on both of us getting off," he assured her. He rolled her on her side, against the wall and stripped off his pants and briefs. Lifting one of her legs, he tugged it over his hip and guided himself into her, setting a slow and steady rhythm.

"How's that? Feeling better?" he teased, his hands gripping her hips and tugging her to meet his movements. Wanting to set a faster pace, he told her, "Put your hands behind your head now, Kara." He reached out to guide her in cupping her head in her palms, elbows pointing out.

"Much better," she managed, back arching. With her hands behind her head, she felt a little trapped, but Sam's body against hers was familiar. "Kinky," she added, gasping a little. A little harder, a little faster, and she'd lose it.

Sam knew she didn't like feeling boxed in, so now that he'd moved her hands, he rolled them so she was on top. Cupping her ass, he encouraged her to continue moving on top of him. Then, he slid his hands up her spine, pulling her down on top of him as he did so, finishing with his hands on her shoulder blades. "Good," he told her, arching into her and moving faster. One hand move to cup and caress a breast.

"Almost there?" he asked lazily.

Between gravity and Sam's hands, Kara was discovering that her muscles were having to do more work without her hands to brace her. It was oddly even more of a turn-on. "Sam," she whimpered. Rather than answer him verbally--she was close, close enough that it wasn't going to take much more--Kara dipped her head and nipped his shoulder.

Now that she had stretched out on top of him as he'd wanted, Sam put his fingers under her chin and angled his neck a bit awkwardly to kiss her. His hands then moved to grip her hips and help her move, as he swiveled his own pelvis and thrust up harder against her. He was close himself, but determined to make sure she came first. "C'mon, baby," he muttered, stroking her bottom lip with his tongue. He gripped her hips hard enough to leave faint marks and pressed himself even more deeply inside her.

It was like free-falling a viper through atmosphere, Kara decided as her orgasm broke over her. Riding it, riding Sam, and gasping into his mouth, Kara fought with her arms. She was determined to keep them behind her head even as she lost all coherency.

Feeling a surge of male triumph as he watched her break, Sam kissed her more deeply and rolled them over, without leaving her body. He guided her head so that it was cradled in her cupped hands on the pillow. He'd been restraining himself as he teased and pleasured her and now he picked up the pace, thrusting rhythmically. Bending his head, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it. Smugly, he hoped he could get her to climax more than once. "We aren't done," he lifted his mouth long enough to growl.

"Gods, I hope not," Kara managed, wrapping her legs around his waist and arching up into his thrusts. Really, after this, she was going to go around with a goofy grin on her face and get mocked by half the pilots. She'd probably have to kick a few asses.

Sam grinned back at her, pausing for just a moment to gloat. His lover was so sexy and bold. "Love how you don't back down," he told her huskily. One of his hands moved to stroke the outside of her thigh and then tugged her leg even higher as she gripped his waist, enabling him to thrust even deeper as he changed the angle. "Mhm, so hot and wet, perfect," he groaned, finally losing it. He spilled deep inside of her in pulses that seemed to go on forever as if she was sucking him dry.

Tired, he put his head down on her chest for a moment, catching his breath and pressing small kisses to her skin. One hand kept some of his weight off her and the other moved to stroke her clit and make sure she remained interested in another round.

Growling, Kara arched up against Sam's fingers. "I could say something about stamina," she muttered. She was probably damning herself to Sam stretching this out even further. At least she'd go down fighting, though.

He shook his head and said, "You know, some women might reconsider insulting a man who just made them come that hard--especially one they gave their word to obey. But not you, baby, you're never afraid, are you? That's what I love about you. Hmm-let's see how much more inventive I can be." He chuckled, nipping at her breast and then slowly withdrawing from her body. His fingers continued touching her and he knew he'd need a little time to recover.

"I think your sassy mouth has earned you a little punishment, don't you?" he asked. Sitting beside her, he tugged her up and looked her over. "Hands back in the small of your back again, don't want your arms to get tired. Kneel, sweetie, much more ladylike." He grinned and guided her movements, still stroking her with his other hand. "Besides, easier for me to reach you that way."

"But, Sammy," Kara said, smirking and leaning forward to lick his neck, "You like my mouth that way." She had no doubt he'd be inventive. Anticipation coiled in her stomach, along with a spark of something she wasn't naming (because things like love were definitely too mushy for Starbuck) at his trusting her to leave her hands behind her back. Of course, if she wanted him to be inventive, she had to do so. "I am not a lady, or should I kick your ass to prove it?"

"I do like your mouth," Sam agreed. He reached out to lift her face up from his neck and paid some attention to her mouth with a long drawn out series of kisses.

"That's good, honey." murmured Kara, leaning into the kisses and trying to come up with ways of keeping his hands busy between her legs. Either that, or she could give up on this whole obeying thing and use her own fingers. But there wouldn't be as much fun in that.

Finally breaking away, he grinned at her, slowly drawing his hand from between her legs. She was already so wet and moving her hips against his hand. "I certainly don't complain when you don't act like a lady, do I? But I think right now, we'll pretend you are one and I think you're gonna be way too busy for awhile to worry about kicking my ass. Now, what was I saying about punishment?" he pretended to remind himself. "Oh, that's right, a smart mouthed baby needs to be corrected."

He tugged her closer and guided her into bending over his lap. Her hands were clasped in the small of her back and the tiny skirt she was wearing drifted just over the swell of her bottom. He held her around the waist so she wouldn't feel unsteady with one hand while the other cupped and rubbed her bottom. "Ready?" he asked, his hand drifting playfully under the skirt, two fingers slipping inside her for a moment, testing her continued arousal.

Suddenly guessing what he was planning, Kara was caught between outrage and a burning heat in the pit of her stomach. The idea of being punished made her unconsciously spread her legs, arching her back a little and trying to keep contact with Sam's hands. That pressed her down against his legs harder, and she wriggled, stimulating her nipples a little against the sheets before looking back over her shoulder at Sam. "You think I'm trouble now, Sam? Just wait. It will be my turn, one day."

Not concerned by her defiant words, since he could tell by her physical reaction and the fact that she wasn't jerking away and punching him that she was turned on by the idea, Sam only chuckled. "I'm looking forward to that, baby. You have no idea." He slid his hand from her waist to under her stomach and lifted her slightly, arranging her so her breasts were lifted off the bed.

"No cheating and trying to make yourself feel better. You're being punished," he told her. As he spoke, he circled his thumb hard on her clit, before sliding that hand free. An instant later, he'd given her two hard smacks on her ass, then he cupped and rubbed the marks, watching to see how she reacted.

"That the best you can do, Sammy?" Kara taunted, head still turned to watch his face. "I've landed my viper on the deck harder, honey."

"And how much does one of those weigh, baby, and how fast are you going when you do?" Sam teased her, smacking her again. He wasn't doing this from anger, his goal was to keep her stimulated and on edge. "I know you're an awesome pilot, so surely you have some idea of the physics involved? Or maybe all that goes right out of your head when you're almost ready to beg, hmm? I might stop, if you ask me nicely." He hit her three times, varying the rhythm of his blows, and at the same time moved his other hand to pinch and stroke her nipple.

Moaning, Kara tried to keep his hand in contact with her ass. The unpredictable rhythm was dancing up and down her nerves, and she could feel herself tightening, just waiting for enough stimulation to send her over the edge again. "Physics was never my strong suit. I'm an instinctual pilot, Sam." She breathed out on another moan and sucked in a breath to continue, "I feel it. In my bones, in my muscles. In the way my viper tips slightly when shrapnel hits a wing--" She dropped her head and whimpered a little.

Sam cupped his hand on her ass, squeezing and massaging the redness he'd caused. "I know, you feel it. That's why you're so good, flying like you move your own body," he assured her. "You amaze me, so alive and aware." His hand moved from her breast to stroke her mouth for an instant, his thumb rubbing her swollen bottom lip. He was careful to hold her head in such a way that she couldn't bite him. "Need some relief, baby? Want to ask nicely?" he asked, swatting her twice more and once again moving his hand under her to stimulate her.

Determined not to beg, Kara shook her head, smirking, "I'm never nice, honey." Tightening her muscles, she pushed sideways, poking him with her elbow. Besides. Starbuck didn't beg. Ever. Even if he continued to leave her hanging for the rest of the night. Well, he could try, but she could always just finish herself off.

"Never? I dunno about that," Sam grinned, giving her a couple more swats. With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he stretched over her to grab the last piece of the set of underwear off the floor. His hands pinned her in place as he tugged the absurdly tiny sparkly thong up her lean legs and into place. In fact, he made sure to pull up rather high on her hips and snug against her. "No moving your hands," he reminded her, amused at the liquid honey that coated his own from touching her and settling the panties into place.

"Never," Kara confirmed, almost growling at the thong as it slid against her. "Not moving my hands," she agreed, even though she had. Twisting them against each other, fingers linked, thumbs stroking against each other. Fingers were not hands.

He could feel his own arousal growing, so he lifted her out of the rack and set her on her knees on the floor. Cupping his hand on the back of her neck, he said, "Why don't you use your mouth for something better than talking, Kara? I'll make it worth your while. Though if you use your teeth, we'll start over at the spanking." His other hand caressed her breast as he spoke and he grinned, hoping the tiny tight thong was keeping her even more on edge.

Rocking her hips, Kara could feel the fabric pressing against her. But not enough. It was just enough to tantalize and keep her state of arousal high. She contemplated her options. Throw in the towel, mock him a bit and run off to finger herself through to orgasm. With the attendant difficulties of getting dressed where he could still catch her. Use her teeth on him and make him spank her some more--while attractive, she was over the whole punishment thing. Drive him insane with her mouth. Obviously, Kara decided as she lay her cheek on his thigh and looked up at him with a smirk, option C was best. She licked her lips. "You sure you trust me, Sammy?" Before letting him answer, she moved her head forward, licking him delicately and swirling her tongue around the tip.

"Yes, I trust you," Sam agreed lazily, smiling down at her. The sight of her curled up at his feet with her head resting against him made him feel so protective and possessive of her. Even though he knew she could take care of herself and that she'd probably kick his ass if she could read his mind, he couldn't help his primal response. He groaned as she licked him, one hand stroking her face and sliding into her hair, but not trying to direct her movements.

Kara decided that turning her head and biting his fingers would end the fun, so instead she opened her mouth and began slowly taking him in, sliding her lips and tongue around him until she couldn't any further. Then she sucked, lightly. She could taste herself mixed with his own fluids. Moving her hips slightly, she let the motion of her body transfer to his cock, increasing the suction, and wondering if he ever pissed her off enough if she'd take a knife to him. Possibly.

Sam closed his eyes and leaned his head back, enjoying her attentions. Gradually, as she increased the movement and the suction, he started rocking his hips, though he was careful not to push too far or disturb her pace. He didn't talk to her, but made some satisfied noises to let her know he was enjoying himself. He knew it wouldn't take much of this attention before he'd be fully ready for another round with her body wrapped around his.

Increasingly frustrated at the lack of stimulation, and the constant brush of the panties against her skin, Kara abruptly pulled back and released Sam with a pop. "My knees hurt," she informed him, before leaning forward and getting to her feet with only a slight bit of difficulty. She wriggled her legs, glaring down at the red marks from the floor. "Kiss it and make it better?" she asked, leaning back slightly so that her clasped hands pushed her breasts out a little more.

"Kiss your knees?" Sam asked amused. He opened his eyes and took her in, dressed in the sexy outfit he'd won in a card game, and they were smoldering as they looked over her skin. "You look so fantastic," he said, once he'd taken a deep breath. "I mean, I like you naked best, don't get me wrong, but this is good too."

As he spoke, he reached out and tugged her close with his big hands on her ass. He lifted his head and kissed and nipped at the breasts she was so nicely offering, presented so well in the push up bodice that bared her nipples. Flirtily, he hooked his thumbs in the strings on the side of the thong and tugged it tighter, intending to stretch her up on tip toe. "Have to make your knees higher if you want me to kiss there," he muttered against one breast, sucking hard on the nipple. His erection jutted out and rubbed against her thigh as he spoke.

"Can't get my--" Kara moaned softly and lifted one leg to put her foot on the rack. "--knees higher. At least..." She narrowed her eyes and looked at him, enjoying the attention he was paying to her nipple. The thought of simply moving forward and collapsing into his lap to slide down onto him was very appealing. But if he wanted to kiss her knees, who was she to stop him? She pushed down on the mattress, flexing her leg. "I need my hands, Sam."

"No," Sam said, shaking his head, "You just need to ask for help, baby." He stood and picked her up, holding her effortlessly pressed against his body full length for a moment. Before turning them around and laying her down in the rack on her stomach, careful to put her face on her pillow and giving her time to turn her head to the side. Kneeling, he kissed and sucked on the tender skin at the back of her knees for several minutes. While his hands alternated between stroking her thighs and roaming between them and then back down to massage her calves.

Slightly disappointed, but still enjoying herself, Kara arched happily under his touch. It still wasn't enough. "Sam." Hearing the need threading her voice, she growled, "stop playing, damnit." If he didn't use his lips and hands and dick in a far more orgasmic fashion, she wasn't sure if she'd hit him or if she'd break her given word and 'free' one of her hands to accomplish her own orgasm. "Please." She added, unable to keep the desperation from her tone.

The note of desperation in her voice sent a bolt of desire straight from his ears to his cock. Hearing how on edge she was made him smug, and Sam was humming in the back of his throat as he kissed her. Working his way up, he flipped the tiny skirt out of the way and drew her up on her knees. He didn't remove the thong, brushing it out of the way instead. With a smirk, he thought of how he intended to use it in a moment, as he guided himself inside her. Cupping her breasts in his large palms, arms wrapped around her from behind, he squeezed and rolled her nipples, and bent his head to suck and nip at her collarbone and neck.

"That was the magic word, baby. Say it again," he commanded, swirling his hips as he thrust inside her.

No. No, she was not frakking begging for her release from Sam--who felt so damned good, that her skin felt tight and at the same time like it would fall off--not begging. Not begging, because Starbuck did not beg... "Nn--please. Please, Sam," she gasped, as his hips pressed against hers in a particularly good thrust.

"Got you, baby, make you feel good," Sam panted, so turned on by her sexy noises and the catch in her voice. He loved driving her to the edge and keeping her there as long as possible. He didn't want to dominate her, just give her as much pleasure as possible. Also, he wanted her to feel safe playing games and being vulnerable with him. It hadn't escaped his notice that she never objected to his nickname for her, baby. He'd seen Lee looking at her one day when he'd used it. Apparently, going by the look on Lee's face, he'd thought Kara was going to have a stroke or kill him.

She wasn't always Starbuck with him, though, and Sam appreciated that. This was sexy, vulnerable Kara in his arms at the moment, not Starbuck. He was learning to tell the difference. He wanted to push her down and drive himself even further into her, but he wasn't sure if that would make her feel panicky. Instead, he moved one hand down to gather up the fabric on the thong. He used it to apply pressure to Kara's clit while his thrusts grew harder and faster.

"Sam," she whimpered, arching her back, pressing closer, eking out that last bit of touch. "Sam." She said it again, before she came, hard and fast, the edge dragging a guttural sound from her she hadn't ever heard. She wasn't sure she wanted to hear it again, despite how it made her feel; vulnerable and yet not. Sam's hands were the only things keeping her from collapsing limply against the bedclothes. Even that produced more aftershocks, as for just a moment, she felt completely safe in being utterly helpless.

The sounds Kara was making was all Sam needed to tip him over the edge as well. With a growl, he pushed hard against her as his hands pulled her back. His muscles locked and he shuddered as he climaxed deep in her. She was so wet and hot around him, still shaking from the aftershocks of her own orgasm. Feeling how much she was depending on him to hold her up, he carefully guided her to lay down on the bed on her side and stretched out behind her. Holding her close, he kissed her gently and then dropped his head back, his arms around her waist and shoulders, holding her in place as he started to drift off. He was in the mood to cuddle after the energetic workout he'd gotten. Hopefully Kara would as well. With a faint smile as he tugged her flush against him, he smoothed her little skirt back down and put his hand back on her hip possessively. "So good, baby," he told her drowsily.

"Yeah?" Kara asked sleepily, " 'Cause, I am always good, Sammy." He gave a sleepy grunt and she wriggled as close to him as she could and dragged the blanket that had gotten yanked all out of shape over from the edge of the rack. Pressed back against him, they were both just avoiding the damp spot. With a sigh, she realized someone would have to change the sheets in the morning. The quartermaster would glare. She pulled the blanket over herself and ran out of steam getting it over Sam.

Sleep dragged them both down seconds later.

To Be Continued Eventually

Three and a half more hours till Rapture, which is actually a very amusing title. More so if they'd put a The in front of it! I can hardly wait, even though I didn't finish the long fic I wanted to during the hiatus. Oh well, work has been so busy lately and I shouldn't juggle so many at once. Be more orderly, creative portions of brain. Though that's a waste of time to even think, let alone write down, I'd say.

Is everyone else as excited as me?