ficlet before work
So, some of you do know that my defense mechanisms include running away from canon and writing fluff, yes? (if you didn't, you do now) I do have meta on Ron's latest stuff (the sad thing is, I'd worked it out in my head and out loud with Timey, and then, wham, it was confirmed).
ahem. This is not meta. This is, in fact, the Kara/Anders equivalent of Pants!verse. (Pants are not, I don't think mentioned, but it is the flavor. Though everything I've written for them is pants!verse now)
This is an AU version of the opening of Eye of Jupiter.
Sam watches the raptor land with Tyrol, and half-grins. He knows exactly who's bringing that bird in hot. Really, anyone should guess, but Sam is certain. "Hey. Catch you later," he says.
And Galen just shrugs, "Tell her not to bruise my birds, Sam."
"I'll try." Sam sets off towards the landing grid, stride easy. When he gets closer, he can see the pilot in the cockpit, doing post-landing procedures.
With ease, he climbs up into the open raptor. "Chief says to stop bruising his birds."
The pilot finishes her checklist and glances back at him, snorting, "Yeah? I don't notice any bruises on his raptors." She stands and starts working her way towards him, fingers yanking at the buckles on her flight suit.
Sam lets her pin him against the bulkhead, smirking when she gets her hands stuck in the sleeves. He lends a hand, coincidentally pulling her closer. "Tell him that."
"Maybe I will." She grabs his jaw and stretches up.
"Later," Sam suggests before kissing her.
"Much later," she agrees. Her arms wind around his neck and his hands settle at her waist, one worming its way between layers to stroke her skin.
A throat clearing interrupts them before Sam can get her flight suit off. "Gosh, Kara, you don't waste any time."
"Gotta live life to the fullest, Lee." Kara replies, smirking up at Sam.
With an exaggerated sigh, Sam retrieves his hand. "Guess we should get back to work, baby."
"Aw, honey, do we have to?"
Glancing at the irritation on the Major's face, Sam almost laughs. "Yeah. Chief'll be after me for abandoning my post."
"And what is your post?" Kara scoffs.
"Box-hauler."
She snickers and then kisses him one last time before stepping back. "Fine. Go haul boxes without me."
"I'll be thinking about you the whole time, baby." he promises as he heads out past Adama.
"You do that, honey."
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ahem. This is not meta. This is, in fact, the Kara/Anders equivalent of Pants!verse. (Pants are not, I don't think mentioned, but it is the flavor. Though everything I've written for them is pants!verse now)
This is an AU version of the opening of Eye of Jupiter.
Sam watches the raptor land with Tyrol, and half-grins. He knows exactly who's bringing that bird in hot. Really, anyone should guess, but Sam is certain. "Hey. Catch you later," he says.
And Galen just shrugs, "Tell her not to bruise my birds, Sam."
"I'll try." Sam sets off towards the landing grid, stride easy. When he gets closer, he can see the pilot in the cockpit, doing post-landing procedures.
With ease, he climbs up into the open raptor. "Chief says to stop bruising his birds."
The pilot finishes her checklist and glances back at him, snorting, "Yeah? I don't notice any bruises on his raptors." She stands and starts working her way towards him, fingers yanking at the buckles on her flight suit.
Sam lets her pin him against the bulkhead, smirking when she gets her hands stuck in the sleeves. He lends a hand, coincidentally pulling her closer. "Tell him that."
"Maybe I will." She grabs his jaw and stretches up.
"Later," Sam suggests before kissing her.
"Much later," she agrees. Her arms wind around his neck and his hands settle at her waist, one worming its way between layers to stroke her skin.
A throat clearing interrupts them before Sam can get her flight suit off. "Gosh, Kara, you don't waste any time."
"Gotta live life to the fullest, Lee." Kara replies, smirking up at Sam.
With an exaggerated sigh, Sam retrieves his hand. "Guess we should get back to work, baby."
"Aw, honey, do we have to?"
Glancing at the irritation on the Major's face, Sam almost laughs. "Yeah. Chief'll be after me for abandoning my post."
"And what is your post?" Kara scoffs.
"Box-hauler."
She snickers and then kisses him one last time before stepping back. "Fine. Go haul boxes without me."
"I'll be thinking about you the whole time, baby." he promises as he heads out past Adama.
"You do that, honey."
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