More Birthday BSG FIC!
BSG FIC TITLE: A Visit to the Office
Authors: Lyssie and Lucyparavel
Rating: R-Adult
Setting and Summary: Set on Capica, before the events of "The Farm", no spoilers past early Season 2, Sam and Kara get to know each other a little better
A Visit to the Office
Kara glared at Sam on the other side of the large desk and tapped her pencil hard on the map spread out on top of it. "I'm telling you, this is the way to go! I'm the professional, not you," she growled at him. They'd been making plans in what had been the principal's office at the high school for the assault on the airbase for hours and it was now late at night.
"Do you think just because you're on that side of the desk, you have some authority?" she sneered at him. "I didn't respect my principal when I was in high school you know!"
"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me," Sam muttered, before raising his voice and gesturing at the map. "You may be the professional here, but this plan doesn't make sense!"
He was growing increasingly less-interested in the plan, however. They'd mostly ironed it out, hours before and now they were just going through the motions of arguing. It was a different kind of game than pyramid, but it was still a game. Helo and Sue-Shaun had abandoned them long ago, for which he didn't blame them.
"It does so," Kara said heatedly, glaring at him. "You're just not able to understand the complexity of it. So, shut up and do it my way or else!"
She stuck out her tongue at him and added mockingly, "What're you gonna do about it?"
"Well, this is the principal's office. I suppose I could punish you for that smart mouth," he said, his tone lazy rather than angry.
Surprised, Kara blinked at him and then grinned slyly. "Oh yeah? You and what army, Mr. Anders?" she said, fixing a sullen look on her face. "You're such a jerk! Bet you never had any fun at all."
Sam chuckled, "Oh, I had lots of fun in high school, Miss Thrace." He carefully folded the map and started clearing the desk off. "There was even a time when I convinced Melissa Smith to have sex with me in the girl's locker room."
"Ewww, you and sex," Kara said with a mock shudder and a gagging noise. "But you're all old, even if you are kinda hot for such an old guy! That's so weird. Should you be talking to me about that? Maybe I should tell my mom."
She winked at him and leaned closer to him over the desk, not caring about the things still on it at all.
"I'll simply tell her it's part of your punishment." Sam said smoothly. Then he crooked his finger at her, "Come here, Kara."
"So what," Kara grumbled sullenly. "I don't care if I do get punished. I still won't be sorry. Why do I have to come over here? Am I getting detention?" she asked, widening her eyes as she slowly circled the desk.
"Detention? No." Sam stood up and loomed over her. He was a little surprised at the thoughts dancing through his head, not to mention that she was even going along with this. "You're getting an old-fashioned spanking, Kara. Now bend over and put your hands on the desk."
"OH!" Kara gasped theatrically, doing her best to slouch down and seem even smaller in comparison to Sam, not hard to do since he was a good deal taller and heavier than her.
"You can't make me," she said snottily, pushing at his chest with both her hands, though she was careful to use little force.
"Is this the way it's gonna be?" he asked, voice amused. Catching her hand, he spun her, pulling her arm a little and pushing her towards the desk. He wasn't trying to hurt her. In turning her, he let his hand graze her breast.
Kara squealed and mock struggled, though she allowed herself to be bent over the desk. She pushed her breast against his hand as he moved her and wiggled once she was bent down, turning her head to one side.
"I'm not scared of you!" she declared, still in the sullen teenage tone.
"You're not, huh?" He placed his hand on her back, keeping her pressed to the desk and grabbed her waistband. "I was going to be nice about this, but you obviously need more than the normal punishment."
He yanked her pants down, baring her bottom.
Kara squirmed, lifting up on her tiptoes and managed to press her naked skin against him as he pulled her pants down. She felt warm and all ready a bit damp between her legs as a pleasant ache of desire grew.
"No, Mr. Anders, don't," she said allowing herself to sound a bit flustered. "I'll behave."
"That's what you said the last time, Kara." He drew his hand back and smacked her lightly. "Maybe you need more reason to behave."
"That didn't hurt," Kara said, twisting to glare at him over her shoulder. "You can't make me do anything!" She stuck her tongue out at him again, remembering just how stubborn, reckless and foolhardy she'd been as a teen.
"Brat." Sam pulled his hand back and gave her a proper spank, smacking his hand against her skin hard enough to make his fingers tingle.
This one hurt, but it also felt good as his large hand touched her bare skin. Amused by how arousing she found it, Kara gasped and rocked her hips. She could have forced him to let her up, but was having way too much fun.
"Oww," she howled loudly.
Tugging her shirt up, Sam stroked the skin of the small of her back, before ordering her, "I want you to count for me, Kara. We'll go to ten and see if you're still sullen."
He spanked her again.
"Won't!" Kara said promptly, kicking at him with her feet, though she was careful to miss. "You jerk! Let go of me!"
Sam smacked her bottom again, then jerked her pants down further, so he could slide his hand between her legs. He was pleasantly surprised to find she was damp.
His voice husky, he pressed his fingers against her, "Are you sure you want me to, Kara?"
She rocked against his hand eagerly, trying to increase the pressure and whimpered with her growing desire. Her breathing was becoming a bit unsteady and she rubbed her hard nipples against the warm wood of the desk.
"I don't want a spanking," she muttered still in the sullen tone. "Touch me nice!"
"Now, how would you learn from that?" Sam asked, tone mild. He pulled his hand free and stroked her bottom. "I think you need to be spanked some more, Kara. Convince me you're behaving, and maybe I'll touch you nice." He tugged her shirt up higher and bent to kiss her back.
With a gasp of surprise as he kissed her, Kara considered her options. She wanted the spanking to continue, since she was having fun, but she also wanted to have sex with him.
"Please?" she asked, making her tone more pleading. "I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you want, just don't spank me!" With a grin, she wondered if Sam knew the children's story about the rabbit and the briar patch.
“Beg," he suggested, smacking her lightly again. He considered their relative positions and wondered if he could get at least one of her legs free so he had more room to frak her over the desk.
"T-three," Kara whimpered with a big sigh, making her body go more limp as she appeared to be giving in. "I'm counting," she pointed out quickly, "doing what you told me. See? Beg! No Way!"
She smirked as she jerked her hands against his grip on her wrists. He'd have to spank her a bit more first, she thought with a grin.
Amused, Sam spanked her again, "That's a little better. Keep counting for me, Kara." He bent over her, pressing his body against her back and ass. "Are you sure you won't beg for me?"
"Four!" Kara exclaimed right away as he spanked her again. She bit her lip as he pressed against her. His weight was doing delicious things to her and multiplying her all ready strong arousal.
He slid his hand underneath to tug her shirt up and then cupped her breast. "Because, from the feel of things, you want me to frak you until you come. And I'm not sure I can do that. Being your principal and all. Might look bad for me." He pinched her nipple.
"No, I mean, yes," she said, struggling to spread her legs further apart. The pinch on her nipple made her jerk against him and she was pleased for feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against her naked hip.
"I won't tell, please, Mr. Anders. I--I need you," she admitted in a whisper.
"You need me, huh?" Sam smirked and pulled back, releasing her completely and stepping back.
Confused, Kara twisted around and started at him. Trying to look pitiful, she rubbed her bottom, still lying on her belly on the desk.
"Yes, I need you. Am I supposed to go?" she asked, blinking at him. "I don't understand. I--please, please, touch me," she added, knowing that he wanted her to beg, but pretending not to understand.
"Take your shirt and pants off, Kara," Sam directed. He was far too amused at the confusion on her face.
With a little mock sniffle, Kara kicked her boots off and stepped out of the pants around her ankles. Rising as little as possible, she wiggled out of her shirt and bra as well. Shyly, she crossed her arms over her breasts and gave Sam a heated look.
"Yes, sir. See, I can be a good girl," she bragged to him, giving him a sly smile.
"So I see." Sam reached out and stroked a hand down her back. "I'm so glad you're cooperating, Kara." He tugged her legs apart slightly and slipped his hand between them, stroking her lightly.
"No more spanking then? If I'm good?" Kara asked eagerly. She moaned in appreciation as he touched her again.
"Do I get to touch you?" she asked boldly, giving him some attitude again with her tone and the expression on her face. With a wicked grin, she squeezed her thighs together to trap his hand against her.
"Do you want to touch me, Kara?" Sam asked, letting a little surprise into his voice.
"Uh-huh, I'm not some dumb virgin!" Kara said with spirit. "I've frakked TWICE before this. I gotta touch you if you're gonna frak me." She twisted her head and winked at him, very cocky and arrogant again. This was fun, she thought with amusement. More fun than she'd had in a long time.
"Such a lot of experience, but I’ve got to tell you that’s not exactly how it works-not in this position at least," he teased as he pulled his hand free and went to work on his pants. He was hard enough now that thrusting into her, while she was bent over in her current position, would just make him harder. Hell, his mouth was a little dry at the sight before him.
"Yeah? Huh, ‘course I've never had sex with an old guy," Kara added cheerfully. "I've heard they can frak for lots longer. Can you?" She laughed and rocked against him as soon as he'd dropped his pants and moved closer again.
"No more spanking right? If I frak you?" she bargained.
"We'll see about that," Sam said, leaning over her and pulling her hips to position himself against her, almost moaning as he brushed against her bottom.
Kara grumbled, despite the arousal that had her aching to have him inside her. "You hafta promise or I'll tell," she threatened, figuring the crafty teen she'd been hadn't been any pushover. She didn't threaten not to frak him, since she couldn't bear to wait any longer. With a wiggle of her hips, she managed to get him part way inside her, straining up on her tip toes.
"You'll tell, huh?" Sam stroked his hand underneath her, moving to cup her breasts again. Being partially inside of her was torture, but he wasn't going to make it easy for either of them. "What will people say when they know you begged me to frak you, missy?"
Kara snickered and rolled her eyes. "That you beat me till I said what you wanted, dummy," she countered.
"Mhmm--move, Sam!" she ordered him, forgetting that was very disrespectful for the teen she was pretending to be.
"Thought you'd never ask," he replied, unable to keep himself from moving any longer. He thrust into her fully, grunting as he pressed up against her ass. "Gods, baby. You feel so good."
Kara cried out her satisfaction as he finally moved within her and entered her fully. She eagerly moved against him and lifted her own hands to twist her nipples. Aching for more clitoral stimulation, she twisted her hips until she found she could press against the desk at just the right angle and jolted her body harder.
"Faster, Gods, Sam," she ordered him, panting.
"Here I thought you were so innocent," Sam gasped, laughing a second later as he bent his head to kiss her shoulders while moving his hips faster.
"I toldja I've frakked twice before," Kara reminded him, laughing softly herself. "I thought you'd be better than the boys I've frakked before, since you're so old and all!"
Sam laughed again, voice low and husky when he replied, "Oh, I'm definitely better." He stroked down her stomach and caught her hips, pulling them both away from the edge of the desk.
"I can make this take forever, if I want, baby."
Kara growled in frustration when he pulled her back, losing the pressure on her clitoris that had put her so close to the edge. "Let go," she bitched at him, twisting her hips and finding his grip firm. "I wanna come!" she demanded.
Unable to help himself, Sam laughed again, then teased, "Are you always this demanding in bed, Starbuck?" He curved his fingers under her belly and began inching his way down between her legs, grateful, as always, for his longer arms.
"Yup," she said with a grin, twisting to look up at him. "You're just lucky I can't bite you like this!"
Making her voice into a adolescent whine, she said, "Please, Mr. Anders, you said you'd make me feel nice!"
"I guess I can let you come, baby," he murmured, getting his hand further down between her legs and sliding his finger against her clit.
He grunted, "Are you gonna be a good girl for me, Kara? Hrm?"
With a grateful moan, Kara pushed against his hand. She was so close! "It's more fun to be naughty," she sassed him with a snicker and then shuddered, going still, as her climax washed over her.
Riding out her orgasm, Sam nipped at her shoulder, grazing her skin with his teeth and considering, for a moment, that it was his way of claiming her. He shoved the thought away, since he doubted Kara Thrace would be claimed by any one person.
"Yeah? Guess that means I'm gonna have to punish you more."
"Since," he added, voice husky, "You like being spanked so much."
Kara pillowed her head on her folded arms on the desk and made a sleepy agreeable sound. She felt limp and satisfied, though pleased to continue moving her hips against him. The pleasure was still there, lazy and languid, now that the edge had been taken off.
"Yes, sir," she said drowsily, "if that means you'll frak me again too."
Frakking an almost purring Starbuck was something else. Sam moaned and licked the back of her throat, letting his body take over and losing himself in the feel and smell of her. Propping his forehead against her back, he sighed. "Definitely frakking you again."
"Kay," Kara said, still playful, despite her exhaustion. "You won't tell my parents I got in trouble right?" She laughed softly and clenched her inner muscles more tightly around him and groaned in pleasure as she felt him spilling inside her. He sighed heavily and let part of his weight rest against her.
"Isn't there a couch in here?" she asked after a minute.
Sam groaned, "You want me to move after frakking me into exhaustion? Woman, I am not some superhero." But he sighed and began disengaging from her, laughing softly, "We should do this again sometime. Y'know, when the world isn't ending or something."
When he'd moved enough that she could move as well, Kara turned over and put her arms around his neck. She kissed him and nodded playfully.
"Yeah, that was kinda fun," she agreed with a smirk. "Didn't know you were up for that sorta kink, Sammy! Big bad man dominating a girl like that. Next time, I'll spank you." Her eyes sparkled with mischief and she pulled him down to cuddle with her on the long leather couch along one wall.
"All's fair," Sam agreed, surprised that she was cuddling. She hadn't seemed the type. He kissed the tip of her nose, then settled back with a sigh. "You know someone's going to eventually come looking for us, right?"
"Mhm, but we can sleep till then," Kara said with a grin. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, determined to get some rest before they went back to work on the plan.
"Sounds like a good idea." Sam agreed, settling his shoulders against the side of the couch and pulling her along with him so they weren't in a position to wake up with crooked necks.