fic: Encounter on the Silver Express, 1940s AU
disclaimer: not ours.
pairing: Kara/Sam
rating: R/NC17
genre: AU, pwp
length: nine inches 3200+
notes: this is for the 'strangers on a train' prompt for the bsg_pornbattle, and, predictably, is far larger than a comment. =D
Encounter on the Silver Express
by lyssie and lucyparavel
It was supposed to be a simple job. Take a package on a train, don't ask questions, don't do anything stupid. But Kara Thrace had never been someone who followed orders, even if they cost her a commission.
Besides, there was something about the man who'd been assigned the berth across from hers. Tall, athletic, he wasn't smiling much and she wondered if he'd improve with his lips stretched wide and the corners turned up or if he'd look a ghoul, like Felix did. Felix would probably not have enjoyed the comparison.
Adjusting her black lace gloves, Kara stood and checked the inner door was locked for what felt the fifth or sixth time.
She knew what was in the case, despite her orders. It shouldn't have made her nervous, but it did.
"Something wrong, miss?"
The man's voice was velvety-smooth and jerked her from her thoughts. Kara swallowed and looked back at him, wondering why her mind wouldn't let him be simply another man. "No. I'll be back shortly." Unlocking the door and sliding into the corridor was not fleeing.
Rinsing her hands in the ladies' powder room, Kara wondered again what it was about the man that was unsettling. Yes, he was attractive, but she'd dealt with handsome and personable men before. What made this one different? Unable to find an answer, she went back to their shared seating and locked the door after she'd stepped in.
"You don't mind me locking it, do you?" Her voice was breathless again, and she reflected that it was going to be a very long ride.
The stranger looked up and shrugged in her direction, "No, I suppose not," he replied, shaking out his newspaper and turning the page. "You get motion sick or something?" His tone was polite with a hint of vague curiousity.
"Or is there something wrong? No one on the train has bothered you, have they?" He raised a curious brow and his eyes swept over her with a hint of interest.
"No, I've seen no one, actually. Aside from the conductor." Kara knew she was talking too fast and stopped, dropping back onto her bench. "I should have made sure to get a private cabin. I've been told I'm too fidgety a travel companion before."
"Do you need some privacy? I thought you'd--ahh--gone to the ladies room," he said, tugging at his collar uncomfortably. "Would you like me to step into the corridor for a moment? I would be happy to, Miss--?"
She had never been good at being subtle. Kara stared at him for a moment, then shook her head, "No, no, I'm fine. I just--" she stopped, then rose again, holding out her hand to him. "Kara Thrace. And I just thought I should warn you--" she was cut off as the train lurched and she stumbled, falling against him and grabbing his shoulders to steady herself. For an instant, all she wanted to do was stay right there, and the feeling scared her and thrilled her at the same time. She lost what she had been saying and stared at him dumbly for an instant before starting to struggle free and back to her feet.
His hands came up to rest on her hips and his big hands felt warm through her black skirt. He squeezed and smiled at her. "That's all right, Miss Thrace. I've got you. What warning do you have for me?"
Kara stayed where she was, surprised by the sudden desire to meet his lips with hers. Her eyes flicked down to his mouth and she sucked in a breath, then tried to clear her head. "That was just it--I fidget. I pace. I'm not restful," she elaborated a little, wishing she could get off his lap without him knowing how much she wanted to stay there.
"Ah, I see, that is a serious flaw. I'll have to keep an eye on you, I can see. Maybe even both my eyes," the stranger said with a teasing laugh. His eyes crinkled pleasantly at the corners as he smiled at her. "I tend to move around a bit myself. Sort of how I make my living," he added, his hands stroking her hips lightly.
Narrowing her eyes a little, she challenged, "You have my name. What's yours?" She didn't move from her position, enjoying his hands on her.
"Me? I'm Samuel Anders," he said, with a sort of embarrased shrug. "I guess I just assumed you'd know that. There I go, acting like a jerk with a swelled head, like my mama warned me not to be. Sorry about that."
"Really?" Kara purred in amusement, "Guess I'm just a lucky woman," she chuckled and shifted, not paying much attention to her dress, which rode up her hips as she straddled him, telling herself it was for balance. "Get you all to myself." Her dancing eyes warned him before she added, "Now, just what was it you did again?"
"I play baseball, Miss Thrace, for the LA Dodgers. I'm on my way out there for the start of spring training," he said, laughing again. "You've certainly put me in my place! Not a fan than, I guess?" His hand moved lower, but not quite to the bare skin between her stocking top and her dress.
That explained where she'd seen him before. Kara considered for a moment, then stayed where she was. She wondered if she were being insane to be doing this--Felix would tell her it was an awful idea. That women in her station in life shouldn't even consider something this casual. But she was bored, and it wasn't going to get any better before the day was out. "Oh, is that what you do." Smiling, she shifted slightly and whispered, "Though I'm not sure that really comes into whether I kiss you or not."
"Oh? What does come into that?" Sam replied with a grin. He lifted his hand and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingertips gentle against her skin. "Does my opinion matter at all, Miss Thrace?" He didn't seem to mind the idea.
"You could say no, thank you," was her comment. She pulled herself up a little, looking him in the eye and remained perfectly still. "And I'll go back and sit, and occasionally complain and pace, but I won't bother you again."
"But I don't want to say no thank you," he chuckled, slipping his hand down to cup her chin. He slowly ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "I'd much rather say yes, please." He bent his head towards hers.
"Oh, good." Kara met his lips with her own, not bothering to kiss him like a sweet little debutante. Her hands on his shoulders tightened before she stroked them down his chest and gripped his shirt, pulling him closer.
When she touched him, he grew more aggressive in return and his hand moved to the bare skin of her thigh. His thumb swept in and under the edge of her stocking, rolling it down slightly as he continued to kiss her.
"Very nice," Kara whispered, pulling her mouth free of his and looking at him through her lashes. She had to be careful; she wasn't supposed to be attracting attention, not even to have a little fun. That didn't make her let him go, though. It had been far too long since her last lover, and he'd been an assignment, more interested in getting himself off so she could tease soft-voiced secrets from him as he fell asleep.
Grinning, he shook his head. "Just nice? You're not exactly easy on a fella's ego, are you, sweetheart?" He tugged her stocking even lower and stroked his thumb up under the tugged up edge of her dress. "Just how nice would you like me to be, by the way?"
With a smirk, Kara wriggled a little to settle herself more firmly against him. "I don't know. How nice can you be?" She wondered if she should lie and be demure, protest 'I don't do this' and pull free. But that game wasn't as fun as the one she was currently playing.
"Oh, baby I can be really nice," Sam said huskily. He tipped her chin up and trailed kisses down the side of her throat. "Though I dunno--maybe we don't know each other well enough for that." He laughed softly.
"When has that ever stopped you?" Kara teased, laughing a little herself. "Or are you going to tell me all ball players are gentle little virgins?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Naw, we aren't, that's for sure, but I don't fool around with girls who don't know the score. My daddy taught me that--or well something like that." He actually flushed slightly and frowned as he looked down at her. "You -uhmm, don't seem as nervous as you did. So, uhh you know the score, sweetheart?"
"You worried I'll kiss and tell? Get you banged up for corruption?" Smoothing her hands up his chest, Kara raised her eyebrows at him. "I know the score, if you can knock it out of the ballpark."
"Corruption?" he said, startled and pulled back slightly. "How old are you? I'm not nearly as stupid as that Panthers player who got in trouble last year! You look legal!"
"I should hope so," amusement in her voice, she fluttered her lashes, "A man never asks, Mr. Anders. But if you must know, I am definitely over the age of twenty-one."
"What year were you born then?" he shot back with a grin, his thumb moving higher on her leg again as his other hand went to her hip and pulled her flush against his body.
Kara rolled her eyes at him again, but answered anyway, figuring he might just chicken out if she didn't. And that would ruin her fun. "My passport says it was twenty-three years ago. Is that enough, or should I go back to my bench and take a nap instead?"
"Yeah--that's fine," Sam said with a grin. "You can stay here, sweetheart." He toyed with the garter holding up her stocking and then unfastened it.
"Well, golly-gee, that's mighty nice of you," her tone mocking, she leaned in and kissed his neck, nuzzling and nipping at his pulse, enjoying the smell of him.
Teasingly, he slowly rolled her stocking down, stroking her skin as he did. "Good thing we still have hours before we reach LA," he commented, finally rubbing the sole of her foot with his thumb before he dropped the stocking on the compartment floor.
"Aw, it gonna take you that long?" Leaning back a little, she began unbuttoning his shirt. A part of her was telling her this was a bad idea. She was on a job, she couldn't afford the distraction, her handler would freak if they were caught. But the larger part of her was demanding that she take advantage of her current circumstances. Attractive, available men didn't drop into her lap all that often--at least not without some sort of danger attached to them. But she didn't think he was dangerous.
"You in a hurry?" he countered with a laugh. "I like to take my time, do the job right." Grinning, he unsnapped her other garter and toyed with that stocking top. "I wanna see the whole package, not just the ribbon."
Kara laughed, "I'm not a present for you, honey." Smirking, she leaned in and whispered, "I was sort of thinking of you as a present to myself, actually."
He turned his head and kissed her eagerly. "Both," he suggested, searching for the fastening on her dress.
Finished with his buttons, she started pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. "It's a zipper," she offered, giggling a little at how he fumbled for it. "It's not in the middle, it's a little to the side."
He nipped at her lip in return for the giggle and made a satisified sound when he found the zipper tap under her arm and eased it down, pleased with the silky skin and satiny lingerie underneath.
"Knew you'd be smart enough to figure it out," she teased, sliding off his lap and standing on slightly-shaky legs. Gods, she was already thinking about how he'd feel and taste and sound underneath her. She shimmied out of her dress and turned to lay it carefully on her bench before walking in her under-things to the door and making certain it was locked.
He shrugged his dress shirt off and tugged his white cotton undershirt off as well, revealing his heavily muscled chest and watching her move in her lingerie with intense eyes. "Don't want your dress mussed?" he teased her, standing and reaching out to drag her against him. His hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed. "Didn't think you'd worry about something like that."
The dress was borrowed, but she saw no reason to tell him that. "I'd rather have me mussed." She wriggled, feeling him half-hard through his pants. Stroking her hands up his chest, she cupped the back of his neck and pushed up on her toes to kiss his mouth. Gods, he was tall. She'd always liked that in a man.
"Sounds good to me," he replied, lifting her a bit in return so they could keep kissing without him gettting a crick in his neck. Feeling her wiggle against him, he guided her to wrap her legs around him and braced her against the wall behind them, rocking his hips into hers.
"Feel the train moving?" he whispered to her, before he kissed her more deeply.
Kara laughed into his mouth, kissing him back eagerly as she rubbed against him. Eventually, she broke the kiss and murmured, "I don't feel any trains, Sammy."
"No? Don't feel the motion?" he teased her, lowering his mouth to her nipples and sucking on the pointed tips through the satin and lace of her bra.
Moaning, Kara leaned her head against the wall and stroked her fingers through his hair, pulling at it a little, "Nope," she managed, her breath coming faster, as his mouth teased her nipples and his hands on her hips held her just enough that he was controlling the friction there. "You gonna take your pants off?"
"Not yet," he said huskily. "Doesn't seem like you're ready for that yet. Besides--we have hours, like I said." He used his teeth to tug gently on one nipple and braced her more firmly against the wall so he could slip one hand under her silk panties.
He had no idea how ready she was. Gods. "Are you going to drag this out for hours and hours?"
Amused, he pressed his thumb against her clit and stroked her folds. "That doesn't sound like fun? Bet you always wanted desert before you finished your dinner," he teased her, finally unzipping his pants.
"I like sweet things," Kara shot back, her eyes heavy-lidded and her body aching to move. She poked his shoulder, "You could put me down, you know. This might be a lot easier on the bench."
"But I like holding you," he objected, too impatient to put her down so she could take off her undewear. Pushing it to the side, he pressed into her and put his mouth on the side of her neck and nibbled on her skin.
Kara grunted and tightened her legs around him. He'd given in faster than she'd expected, and if his fingers had felt good, his cock felt better. Moving against him, trying to find a rhythm that wouldn't knock him over, made her breath come faster. "Sappy," she snapped, digging her fingers into his shoulder.
"Brat," Sam replied and smacked her butt teasingly. He lifted her higher to make the angle better and drove deeper into her. She felt so tight and warm around him, he wanted more.
It was a little frightening how well they fit together. Still, Kara had found that before. She shoved the brief flicker of thought for Zak away and concentrated on the here and now.
He managed to free one hand to rub her clit in time with his thrusts and groaned as he sucked harder at her neck. "C'mon, baby, tell me what you like," he coaxed her.
Kara laughed, gasping at the end of it as he thrust in harder, "Like it like this--hard, fast, frantic." She nipped at his neck, teeth grazing his shoulder as she fought for control, feeling the pleasure build and build. "Make me feel it, Sammy."
He gasped in response and put his hands on her hips so he could lift her back and forth to meet each thrust of his hips even more firmly. "Show me how it feels," he panted, lowering his head to her breasts again and wincing as she bit him harder in response.
It was fast, and it was frantic, and it was just what she'd needed. Focusing on Sam, on his body, on his mouth, Kara had no way of replying that was particularly understandable and she had no idea if she was scraping him or not. His fingers were going to leave bruises, and she didn't care. "There--" she couldn't finish, couldn't do anything but arch up and grind down against him as her body lost its hold on reality.
Sam moaned himself and worked his hips even faster against her. The motion of her internal muscles around him as she climaxed was more than he could stand and he panted for breath as he spilled inside her. He kept moving against her, only gentling and slowing when she made a muffled squeaking sound.
"Not bad," Kara teased, her breath still coming fast. She was a little uncomfortable, with the wall pressed into her back. "Maybe next time we should try the bench."
"Not bad?" Sam said with amusement. "If you'd made any more noise, everyone on the train would have stopped in to see what was going on." He kissed her again and finally sat her down on the seat and dropped down beside her to catch his breath.
Kara stretched, then flopped sideways on the bench and pulled her legs up, sticking her feet on his lap. She propped her head on her elbow and grinned at him. "I wasn't that loud."
"Oh yeah? I promise, baby, you were loud," Sam teased her back, stroking her bare long legs and grinning at her.
Rolling her eyes, Kara dropped flat and rolled onto her back to stretch again. She pointed her toes, then put her hands behind her head and chuckled. "All that, and I'm still not naked, though." She nudged him with her heel, "Don't like unwrapping presents all the way, huh?"
"Gotta save some surprises until next time," Sam laughed. He lowered himself over her and kissed her again, slowly.
Kara snickered, but kissed him back for a while before patting his shoulder, "Who said there was gonna be a next time?"
"Hours still to go--like I said," Sam drawled with a laugh. "We might get bored again."
Maybe they did.
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pairing: Kara/Sam
rating: R/NC17
genre: AU, pwp
length: nine inches 3200+
notes: this is for the 'strangers on a train' prompt for the bsg_pornbattle, and, predictably, is far larger than a comment. =D
Encounter on the Silver Express
by lyssie and lucyparavel
It was supposed to be a simple job. Take a package on a train, don't ask questions, don't do anything stupid. But Kara Thrace had never been someone who followed orders, even if they cost her a commission.
Besides, there was something about the man who'd been assigned the berth across from hers. Tall, athletic, he wasn't smiling much and she wondered if he'd improve with his lips stretched wide and the corners turned up or if he'd look a ghoul, like Felix did. Felix would probably not have enjoyed the comparison.
Adjusting her black lace gloves, Kara stood and checked the inner door was locked for what felt the fifth or sixth time.
She knew what was in the case, despite her orders. It shouldn't have made her nervous, but it did.
"Something wrong, miss?"
The man's voice was velvety-smooth and jerked her from her thoughts. Kara swallowed and looked back at him, wondering why her mind wouldn't let him be simply another man. "No. I'll be back shortly." Unlocking the door and sliding into the corridor was not fleeing.
Rinsing her hands in the ladies' powder room, Kara wondered again what it was about the man that was unsettling. Yes, he was attractive, but she'd dealt with handsome and personable men before. What made this one different? Unable to find an answer, she went back to their shared seating and locked the door after she'd stepped in.
"You don't mind me locking it, do you?" Her voice was breathless again, and she reflected that it was going to be a very long ride.
The stranger looked up and shrugged in her direction, "No, I suppose not," he replied, shaking out his newspaper and turning the page. "You get motion sick or something?" His tone was polite with a hint of vague curiousity.
"Or is there something wrong? No one on the train has bothered you, have they?" He raised a curious brow and his eyes swept over her with a hint of interest.
"No, I've seen no one, actually. Aside from the conductor." Kara knew she was talking too fast and stopped, dropping back onto her bench. "I should have made sure to get a private cabin. I've been told I'm too fidgety a travel companion before."
"Do you need some privacy? I thought you'd--ahh--gone to the ladies room," he said, tugging at his collar uncomfortably. "Would you like me to step into the corridor for a moment? I would be happy to, Miss--?"
She had never been good at being subtle. Kara stared at him for a moment, then shook her head, "No, no, I'm fine. I just--" she stopped, then rose again, holding out her hand to him. "Kara Thrace. And I just thought I should warn you--" she was cut off as the train lurched and she stumbled, falling against him and grabbing his shoulders to steady herself. For an instant, all she wanted to do was stay right there, and the feeling scared her and thrilled her at the same time. She lost what she had been saying and stared at him dumbly for an instant before starting to struggle free and back to her feet.
His hands came up to rest on her hips and his big hands felt warm through her black skirt. He squeezed and smiled at her. "That's all right, Miss Thrace. I've got you. What warning do you have for me?"
Kara stayed where she was, surprised by the sudden desire to meet his lips with hers. Her eyes flicked down to his mouth and she sucked in a breath, then tried to clear her head. "That was just it--I fidget. I pace. I'm not restful," she elaborated a little, wishing she could get off his lap without him knowing how much she wanted to stay there.
"Ah, I see, that is a serious flaw. I'll have to keep an eye on you, I can see. Maybe even both my eyes," the stranger said with a teasing laugh. His eyes crinkled pleasantly at the corners as he smiled at her. "I tend to move around a bit myself. Sort of how I make my living," he added, his hands stroking her hips lightly.
Narrowing her eyes a little, she challenged, "You have my name. What's yours?" She didn't move from her position, enjoying his hands on her.
"Me? I'm Samuel Anders," he said, with a sort of embarrased shrug. "I guess I just assumed you'd know that. There I go, acting like a jerk with a swelled head, like my mama warned me not to be. Sorry about that."
"Really?" Kara purred in amusement, "Guess I'm just a lucky woman," she chuckled and shifted, not paying much attention to her dress, which rode up her hips as she straddled him, telling herself it was for balance. "Get you all to myself." Her dancing eyes warned him before she added, "Now, just what was it you did again?"
"I play baseball, Miss Thrace, for the LA Dodgers. I'm on my way out there for the start of spring training," he said, laughing again. "You've certainly put me in my place! Not a fan than, I guess?" His hand moved lower, but not quite to the bare skin between her stocking top and her dress.
That explained where she'd seen him before. Kara considered for a moment, then stayed where she was. She wondered if she were being insane to be doing this--Felix would tell her it was an awful idea. That women in her station in life shouldn't even consider something this casual. But she was bored, and it wasn't going to get any better before the day was out. "Oh, is that what you do." Smiling, she shifted slightly and whispered, "Though I'm not sure that really comes into whether I kiss you or not."
"Oh? What does come into that?" Sam replied with a grin. He lifted his hand and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingertips gentle against her skin. "Does my opinion matter at all, Miss Thrace?" He didn't seem to mind the idea.
"You could say no, thank you," was her comment. She pulled herself up a little, looking him in the eye and remained perfectly still. "And I'll go back and sit, and occasionally complain and pace, but I won't bother you again."
"But I don't want to say no thank you," he chuckled, slipping his hand down to cup her chin. He slowly ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "I'd much rather say yes, please." He bent his head towards hers.
"Oh, good." Kara met his lips with her own, not bothering to kiss him like a sweet little debutante. Her hands on his shoulders tightened before she stroked them down his chest and gripped his shirt, pulling him closer.
When she touched him, he grew more aggressive in return and his hand moved to the bare skin of her thigh. His thumb swept in and under the edge of her stocking, rolling it down slightly as he continued to kiss her.
"Very nice," Kara whispered, pulling her mouth free of his and looking at him through her lashes. She had to be careful; she wasn't supposed to be attracting attention, not even to have a little fun. That didn't make her let him go, though. It had been far too long since her last lover, and he'd been an assignment, more interested in getting himself off so she could tease soft-voiced secrets from him as he fell asleep.
Grinning, he shook his head. "Just nice? You're not exactly easy on a fella's ego, are you, sweetheart?" He tugged her stocking even lower and stroked his thumb up under the tugged up edge of her dress. "Just how nice would you like me to be, by the way?"
With a smirk, Kara wriggled a little to settle herself more firmly against him. "I don't know. How nice can you be?" She wondered if she should lie and be demure, protest 'I don't do this' and pull free. But that game wasn't as fun as the one she was currently playing.
"Oh, baby I can be really nice," Sam said huskily. He tipped her chin up and trailed kisses down the side of her throat. "Though I dunno--maybe we don't know each other well enough for that." He laughed softly.
"When has that ever stopped you?" Kara teased, laughing a little herself. "Or are you going to tell me all ball players are gentle little virgins?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Naw, we aren't, that's for sure, but I don't fool around with girls who don't know the score. My daddy taught me that--or well something like that." He actually flushed slightly and frowned as he looked down at her. "You -uhmm, don't seem as nervous as you did. So, uhh you know the score, sweetheart?"
"You worried I'll kiss and tell? Get you banged up for corruption?" Smoothing her hands up his chest, Kara raised her eyebrows at him. "I know the score, if you can knock it out of the ballpark."
"Corruption?" he said, startled and pulled back slightly. "How old are you? I'm not nearly as stupid as that Panthers player who got in trouble last year! You look legal!"
"I should hope so," amusement in her voice, she fluttered her lashes, "A man never asks, Mr. Anders. But if you must know, I am definitely over the age of twenty-one."
"What year were you born then?" he shot back with a grin, his thumb moving higher on her leg again as his other hand went to her hip and pulled her flush against his body.
Kara rolled her eyes at him again, but answered anyway, figuring he might just chicken out if she didn't. And that would ruin her fun. "My passport says it was twenty-three years ago. Is that enough, or should I go back to my bench and take a nap instead?"
"Yeah--that's fine," Sam said with a grin. "You can stay here, sweetheart." He toyed with the garter holding up her stocking and then unfastened it.
"Well, golly-gee, that's mighty nice of you," her tone mocking, she leaned in and kissed his neck, nuzzling and nipping at his pulse, enjoying the smell of him.
Teasingly, he slowly rolled her stocking down, stroking her skin as he did. "Good thing we still have hours before we reach LA," he commented, finally rubbing the sole of her foot with his thumb before he dropped the stocking on the compartment floor.
"Aw, it gonna take you that long?" Leaning back a little, she began unbuttoning his shirt. A part of her was telling her this was a bad idea. She was on a job, she couldn't afford the distraction, her handler would freak if they were caught. But the larger part of her was demanding that she take advantage of her current circumstances. Attractive, available men didn't drop into her lap all that often--at least not without some sort of danger attached to them. But she didn't think he was dangerous.
"You in a hurry?" he countered with a laugh. "I like to take my time, do the job right." Grinning, he unsnapped her other garter and toyed with that stocking top. "I wanna see the whole package, not just the ribbon."
Kara laughed, "I'm not a present for you, honey." Smirking, she leaned in and whispered, "I was sort of thinking of you as a present to myself, actually."
He turned his head and kissed her eagerly. "Both," he suggested, searching for the fastening on her dress.
Finished with his buttons, she started pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. "It's a zipper," she offered, giggling a little at how he fumbled for it. "It's not in the middle, it's a little to the side."
He nipped at her lip in return for the giggle and made a satisified sound when he found the zipper tap under her arm and eased it down, pleased with the silky skin and satiny lingerie underneath.
"Knew you'd be smart enough to figure it out," she teased, sliding off his lap and standing on slightly-shaky legs. Gods, she was already thinking about how he'd feel and taste and sound underneath her. She shimmied out of her dress and turned to lay it carefully on her bench before walking in her under-things to the door and making certain it was locked.
He shrugged his dress shirt off and tugged his white cotton undershirt off as well, revealing his heavily muscled chest and watching her move in her lingerie with intense eyes. "Don't want your dress mussed?" he teased her, standing and reaching out to drag her against him. His hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed. "Didn't think you'd worry about something like that."
The dress was borrowed, but she saw no reason to tell him that. "I'd rather have me mussed." She wriggled, feeling him half-hard through his pants. Stroking her hands up his chest, she cupped the back of his neck and pushed up on her toes to kiss his mouth. Gods, he was tall. She'd always liked that in a man.
"Sounds good to me," he replied, lifting her a bit in return so they could keep kissing without him gettting a crick in his neck. Feeling her wiggle against him, he guided her to wrap her legs around him and braced her against the wall behind them, rocking his hips into hers.
"Feel the train moving?" he whispered to her, before he kissed her more deeply.
Kara laughed into his mouth, kissing him back eagerly as she rubbed against him. Eventually, she broke the kiss and murmured, "I don't feel any trains, Sammy."
"No? Don't feel the motion?" he teased her, lowering his mouth to her nipples and sucking on the pointed tips through the satin and lace of her bra.
Moaning, Kara leaned her head against the wall and stroked her fingers through his hair, pulling at it a little, "Nope," she managed, her breath coming faster, as his mouth teased her nipples and his hands on her hips held her just enough that he was controlling the friction there. "You gonna take your pants off?"
"Not yet," he said huskily. "Doesn't seem like you're ready for that yet. Besides--we have hours, like I said." He used his teeth to tug gently on one nipple and braced her more firmly against the wall so he could slip one hand under her silk panties.
He had no idea how ready she was. Gods. "Are you going to drag this out for hours and hours?"
Amused, he pressed his thumb against her clit and stroked her folds. "That doesn't sound like fun? Bet you always wanted desert before you finished your dinner," he teased her, finally unzipping his pants.
"I like sweet things," Kara shot back, her eyes heavy-lidded and her body aching to move. She poked his shoulder, "You could put me down, you know. This might be a lot easier on the bench."
"But I like holding you," he objected, too impatient to put her down so she could take off her undewear. Pushing it to the side, he pressed into her and put his mouth on the side of her neck and nibbled on her skin.
Kara grunted and tightened her legs around him. He'd given in faster than she'd expected, and if his fingers had felt good, his cock felt better. Moving against him, trying to find a rhythm that wouldn't knock him over, made her breath come faster. "Sappy," she snapped, digging her fingers into his shoulder.
"Brat," Sam replied and smacked her butt teasingly. He lifted her higher to make the angle better and drove deeper into her. She felt so tight and warm around him, he wanted more.
It was a little frightening how well they fit together. Still, Kara had found that before. She shoved the brief flicker of thought for Zak away and concentrated on the here and now.
He managed to free one hand to rub her clit in time with his thrusts and groaned as he sucked harder at her neck. "C'mon, baby, tell me what you like," he coaxed her.
Kara laughed, gasping at the end of it as he thrust in harder, "Like it like this--hard, fast, frantic." She nipped at his neck, teeth grazing his shoulder as she fought for control, feeling the pleasure build and build. "Make me feel it, Sammy."
He gasped in response and put his hands on her hips so he could lift her back and forth to meet each thrust of his hips even more firmly. "Show me how it feels," he panted, lowering his head to her breasts again and wincing as she bit him harder in response.
It was fast, and it was frantic, and it was just what she'd needed. Focusing on Sam, on his body, on his mouth, Kara had no way of replying that was particularly understandable and she had no idea if she was scraping him or not. His fingers were going to leave bruises, and she didn't care. "There--" she couldn't finish, couldn't do anything but arch up and grind down against him as her body lost its hold on reality.
Sam moaned himself and worked his hips even faster against her. The motion of her internal muscles around him as she climaxed was more than he could stand and he panted for breath as he spilled inside her. He kept moving against her, only gentling and slowing when she made a muffled squeaking sound.
"Not bad," Kara teased, her breath still coming fast. She was a little uncomfortable, with the wall pressed into her back. "Maybe next time we should try the bench."
"Not bad?" Sam said with amusement. "If you'd made any more noise, everyone on the train would have stopped in to see what was going on." He kissed her again and finally sat her down on the seat and dropped down beside her to catch his breath.
Kara stretched, then flopped sideways on the bench and pulled her legs up, sticking her feet on his lap. She propped her head on her elbow and grinned at him. "I wasn't that loud."
"Oh yeah? I promise, baby, you were loud," Sam teased her back, stroking her bare long legs and grinning at her.
Rolling her eyes, Kara dropped flat and rolled onto her back to stretch again. She pointed her toes, then put her hands behind her head and chuckled. "All that, and I'm still not naked, though." She nudged him with her heel, "Don't like unwrapping presents all the way, huh?"
"Gotta save some surprises until next time," Sam laughed. He lowered himself over her and kissed her again, slowly.
Kara snickered, but kissed him back for a while before patting his shoulder, "Who said there was gonna be a next time?"
"Hours still to go--like I said," Sam drawled with a laugh. "We might get bored again."
Maybe they did.
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