FIC: Kara/Anders, shortficlet
Disclaimer: THIS IS SHORT. And not mine. And, yeah.
Pairing: Kara/Anders.
Spoilers: 2.11! And speculation!
Notes: rhi_silverflame's fault!
Small Spaces Between
by ALC Punk!
Okay, so it might have been Anders' fault they were stuck in the closet. But he certainly wasn't admitting it.
"Move." Kara shoved an elbow in his ribs and tried to get comfortable. This was difficult, since the supply closet at the high school happened to still be full of, well, supplies. Mops and buckets and cleaning stuff that probably was toxic, at this point.
Anders tried not to yelp, and decided that groping her was acceptable. Besides, she was just that close. Really, he couldn't avoid touching her.
It kind of surprised him that the Cylons hadn't rooted them from the high school before she got back--she'd promised, of course, but he hadn't believed. That she could take down Cylons, and fly, and get the colonies to Earth? That he believed. But that she could convince them to come back for a few rag-tag survivors? Yeah. Not something he'd really let himself hope for.
"You're not eating enough," Kara informed him, pushing back into him with her shoulder. She hadn't hit him for groping her.
"Kinda hard to, what with only C-Rations being around." He groped her again, getting his arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
She smacked his arm, then leaned back and wriggled. "Good nutrition keeps the troops going."
He took advantage of her closeness and bent down to kiss the back of her neck. Then he was reminded he should attempt to keep the conversation going. "Oh?"
"Yes." She shifted, tilting her head to give him better access.
Cool. Not hit, AND, she wasn't objecting. Now, if they just weren't stuck in a closet. He kissed her neck again, and asked, "So, how'd you get here, Lieutenant?"
Anders could swear he smelled smoke of some sort just before her elbow jammed backwards. Then she snorted. "That's Captain, to you."
"Oh? Captain Starbuck." Somehow, the idea was a little frightening. "Who was insane enough to give you a captaincy?"
He should definitely have been expecting this elbow. Really. Unfortunately, she managed to knock him off-balance, he grabbed her around the waist, and they both went down in a clatter of mops, buckets and old cleaning rags.
"Good job." Kara mocked him, elbowing again as she scrambled up.
Anders lay there a moment, gathering his wits and staring at her. "What'd I say?"
"Nothing."
"Fine." He considered his options (and bruises), and dragged himself upright, careful not to touch her.
"Gods, you're an idiot." She sounded almost amused.
Anders found himself with Kara Thrace plastered against his chest. "Er..." He considered flailing, decided that wasn't acceptable, and kissed her instead.
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Pairing: Kara/Anders.
Spoilers: 2.11! And speculation!
Notes: rhi_silverflame's fault!
Small Spaces Between
by ALC Punk!
Okay, so it might have been Anders' fault they were stuck in the closet. But he certainly wasn't admitting it.
"Move." Kara shoved an elbow in his ribs and tried to get comfortable. This was difficult, since the supply closet at the high school happened to still be full of, well, supplies. Mops and buckets and cleaning stuff that probably was toxic, at this point.
Anders tried not to yelp, and decided that groping her was acceptable. Besides, she was just that close. Really, he couldn't avoid touching her.
It kind of surprised him that the Cylons hadn't rooted them from the high school before she got back--she'd promised, of course, but he hadn't believed. That she could take down Cylons, and fly, and get the colonies to Earth? That he believed. But that she could convince them to come back for a few rag-tag survivors? Yeah. Not something he'd really let himself hope for.
"You're not eating enough," Kara informed him, pushing back into him with her shoulder. She hadn't hit him for groping her.
"Kinda hard to, what with only C-Rations being around." He groped her again, getting his arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
She smacked his arm, then leaned back and wriggled. "Good nutrition keeps the troops going."
He took advantage of her closeness and bent down to kiss the back of her neck. Then he was reminded he should attempt to keep the conversation going. "Oh?"
"Yes." She shifted, tilting her head to give him better access.
Cool. Not hit, AND, she wasn't objecting. Now, if they just weren't stuck in a closet. He kissed her neck again, and asked, "So, how'd you get here, Lieutenant?"
Anders could swear he smelled smoke of some sort just before her elbow jammed backwards. Then she snorted. "That's Captain, to you."
"Oh? Captain Starbuck." Somehow, the idea was a little frightening. "Who was insane enough to give you a captaincy?"
He should definitely have been expecting this elbow. Really. Unfortunately, she managed to knock him off-balance, he grabbed her around the waist, and they both went down in a clatter of mops, buckets and old cleaning rags.
"Good job." Kara mocked him, elbowing again as she scrambled up.
Anders lay there a moment, gathering his wits and staring at her. "What'd I say?"
"Nothing."
"Fine." He considered his options (and bruises), and dragged himself upright, careful not to touch her.
"Gods, you're an idiot." She sounded almost amused.
Anders found himself with Kara Thrace plastered against his chest. "Er..." He considered flailing, decided that wasn't acceptable, and kissed her instead.
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