[RP for wants_to_resist]

[burnandrave]

[Set in an RP-verse with Wants_To_resist. Canon is current up to "Revelations".]

Kara was a little drunk.

And by a little, one could assume it was a lot. Galactica was still in orbit around Earth, and they were running recon missions on the planet and still looking for clues about what had happened to the people who'd lived there before

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[wants_to_resist]

People were still a little wary of Sam, despite the big handshake between the humans and the Cylons. It was still weird to think of himself as not human, frankly, and a lot of times he did his best to put it out of his mind by doing other things.

Playing some Pyramid X over at Joe's. Talking with Tyrol or Tigh. Ignoring Tory (that was a fun one). He'd asked if he could take part of the sweeps being done around Earth, just so he could feel like he was part of the team still. After all, Lee had said that any of the "Final" Cylons were free to choose their own fate, and he knew he wanted his to be with Kara, no matter where. So, if that meant doing some recon? Fine

[burnandrave]

"Oof!" Kara made a noise of surprise, then shoved against Sam with half-hearted annoyance. Then she grinned and pulled him closer. "Hey," she said, voice husky. "Sam. Hey."

She kissed him, leaning back against the raptor, hands tangled in his shirt. "You're all dirty," she told him, smirking against his mouth.

[wants_to_resist]

"Yup," he rasped back at his wife before pulling away and looking around to see who was watching. It looked like everyone was fairly busy, so he pulled her inside the Raptor and shut the hatch behind them.

"You look frakking hot." His hand touched her hair softly at first until he laughed and pulled her face closer to his hungrily, his tongue running up her neck and stopping at her lips as he tasted the liquor on her mouth. Sam ended up somehow on the pilots' chair with Kara in his lap while his hands ran up her back, then started tugging at her pants.

"Wanna be naughty, baby?"

[burnandrave]

"Sam," Kara said, giggling, and then put her hands on his shoulders. She grinned down at him, feeling carefree for once, which was a welcome change. She kissed him back, pressing herself against him, liking the familiar feel of his body beneath hers.

"'Course I do," she said, and she felt, for a minute, like the old Kara Thrace. One who wasn't bogged down in crazy dreams in visions, or the certainty of her own death. There was only Sam, smiling at her and so alive.

She bit her lip and cocked her head, gave him a challenging look. "You just gonna sit there, soldier?"