fiiic: A Day Out, 18+
Disclaimer: not mine. rating: 18+. sex.
Notes: Set before the mini-series, existing relationship, blah blah blah. I wrote this at work, breaking my own rule. I couldn't think of a good title (It's just porn, after all)
woodface has mocked me for writing it at work. Sigh.
genre: Porn.
A Day Out
by ALC Punk!
Getting day passes at the last minute, on the one day they were both planning to do laundry meant Kara was in uniform and Sam in her shortest skirt. Not that Kara minded the skirt. It did mean, however, that they ended up in a cafe they didn't normally bother with. It was fancier than they were expecting, but with little intimate corners and rounded booths which meant Kara got to sit next to Sam through the rather decent meal.
"You've been replaced." Sam announced lazily, after savoring another bite from her dessert.
Kara didn't really think dessert was all that great, although she enjoyed the sugar rush. She hadn't bothered with it, settling instead for ambrosia. Sam had threatened her with violence if there was a cigar.. She raised an eyebrow at Sam and took a sip from her ambrosia. "Really."
"Yes." Sam closed her eyes, letting the fourth bite melt on her tongue, the flavor sending little tingles everywhere.
"How so?"
Sam gestured with her spoon at the pie, "This? This is oral sex in the form of food."
Okay. That sounded somewhat impressive. Kara still raised her eyebrows. "Want to prove that theory?"
In answer, Sam took another spoonful and closed her eyes.
Kara leaned over and licked Sam's lips, catching a few bits of something sweet. Deciding that wasn't enough, she kissed Sam, teasing her lips open easily. Something thick and sugary slid along her tongue, and Kara found that it was a pretty nice-tasting pie. Still not as good as oral sex, though. She ignored Sam's grumble of complaint and continued kissing her until the mingled tastes of Sam, ambrosia and pie blended into one heady whole.
"Told you," Sam murmured, voice a little breathy.
Noting the enlarged pupils, Kara smirked. "Didn't do much for me."
Sam snorted and scooped up some more, offering it to Kara.
Not one to pass up pie, Kara took Sam's wrist and held it while she licked the spoon clean. Her eyes were on Sam's while she did it, each stroke of her tongue deliberately placed. It was her goal to remind Sam exactly why she didn't want to give up oral sex.
It worked. Sam's breath quickened and her cheeks flushed.
Finished with the spoon, Kara leaned in again, Sam meeting her halfway in a kiss that curled her toes. Sam made a little noise of approval when Kara cupped the back of her neck, holding her still for the moment. She nipped at Sam's lips, then slid her tongue along them, letting Sam taste the pie again.
"Kara," Sam mumbled against her lips.
Eventually, Kara pulled back. She admired the thoroughly-kissed look Sam was now sporting. Her eyes were a little glazed and her lips were rather swollen. "It is kinda good."
"Yeah."
Studying Sam, Kara decided she was feeling rather evil. She glanced around the small cafe, noting that no one had even seemed to notice the kissing. And the table cloth was very long, brushing the floor and hiding anything underneath it. And Sam's very short skirt was displaying an interesting amount of leg. Kara had been trying to ignore it for a while. Just in case she decided to do something rash. Ah, hell, no one had ever accused Starbuck of not being rash. She smirked.
"Hey, Sam?"
Swallowing her mouthful of pie, Sam raised an eyebrow at her, "What?"
"You know why I like you wearing a skirt?"
"No..." Sam narrowed her eyes. "Why?"
Kara leaned close, kissing her way along Sam's jaw until she came to her ear. Then she whispered, "Easy access."
"You're going to get us thrown out," Sam objected. But she didn't stop Kara from tugging the table cloth onto her lap, blocking anyone's casual view. And she didn't close her legs when Kara's hand slid between them.
Pulling back slightly, Kara smirked, "Gonna finish your pie, Sam?" She stroked a finger along the edge of Sam's skirt.
"Yes." Sam grabbed her spoon and scooped up another bite.
Kara waited until it was in Sam's mouth, then leaned in and kissed her, sliding her hand up until her fingers were barely touching Sam's underwear. She felt Sam twitch, and deepened the kiss with her tongue. As tempting as it was to draw out the contact, Kara had no intention of making Sam vocalize loud enough to attract attention. There was no way she was sharing Sam's orgasm with anyone.
Pulling back from the kiss, she looked at Sam and raised her eyebrows.
A shiver went through Sam, and she swallowed, then leaned forward and kissed Kara, one hand at the back of her head, the other gripping her collar.
Pushing her hand forward, Kara expertly slid her fingers under the elastic and brushed against Sam. Discovering Sam was wet enough for her purposes, she slipped two fingers into her, catching her gasp with her tongue.
Fingers moving steadily, Kara bushed her thumb up, and felt Sam tighten. She did it again, then again. Sam moaned softly against her mouth.
Kara pulled back, "You have to be quiet, or I stop."
The threat was more than enough, and Sam grabbed another spoonful of pie, sucking it off the spoon and closing her eyes.
"Good girl," Kara murmured in approval, then dotted kisses along Sam's jaw and down her neck. She nipped at the skin there, and pressed her thumb down. Almost enough, Sam was panting softly, Kara pulled her fingers out, then shoved three back in, flexing them.
"Kara," Sam managed, a thread of desperate need in her voice. Her hand grabbed the back of Kara's neck, dragging her mouth up to kiss.
Plunging her tongue into Sam's mouth, Kara felt her orgasm. Enjoying the taste of Carter and pie, Kara continued kissing her even after the shudders had passed. Her fingers she let still slowly, gently letting Sam recover.
"Kara," Sam eventually mumbled, or tried to. What could be heard was a jumble of sound.
Releasing Sam's mouth, Kara raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Why don't you wear skirts?"
"Because I don't." Kara replied. She pulled her fingers free, smirking when Sam gave her one last little twitch.
"That is not an answer." A pout formed on Sam's lips, and she leaned close, kissing Kara's neck before whispering, "'Cause, if you did, I'd be on my knees right now."
The mental image that produced made Kara fight back her own little moan of arousal.
"You could," Sam continued, licking Kara's neck before she bit down. "Eat pie while I was occupied."
She was smirking, Kara could tell from her tone of voice. "I didn't think the pie was as good as you, Carter. You practically got off on it."
"True." Sam pulled back and met her gaze, still smirking, "But getting me off makes you horny. In fact, I bet if you were wearing a skirt, I could get on my knees and make you come in less than a minute."
"Don't need pie," Kara informed her. She poked Sam's leg, then pulled her hand out and licked her fingers. "Got Carter."
Sam growled softly, then ordered, "Bathroom. Now."
Deciding to obey, especially since Sam's eyes had a dangerous glint in them, Kara got up and sauntered off to the bathroom. Sam followed her a moment later, slamming into the room. She glanced around, then nodded at the emptiness and pushed Kara into the largest stall.
"Whatcha gonna do, Sam?"
In answer, Sam nipped the back of her throat, making Kara gasp in surprise. "Gonna make good on my threat." Her fingers expertly unzipped Kara's pants, then yanked them and her underwear down as she dropped to her knees.
"Sam--" Kara broke off as Sam's mouth attacked the skin of her belly. She sagged against the side of the stall, legs spreading under Sam's direction. Grabbing the bar, she hazily decided that maybe taunting Sam had been a bad idea.
Or a good idea. Kara hit her head on the side of the stall when Sam's tongue slid across her in a particularly good way. The pain wasn't noticeable, because ten seconds later, she was coming, body arching. Eyes open, she could still see the incredibly hot sight of Sam Carter kneeling, head between her thighs. Kara figured Sam on her knees was probably the hottest thing she'd ever seen--right after Sam tied and begging to come, at least.
Or Sam glaring up at her as she dragged things out, or--Kara stopped trying to catalogue it all and just made the mental note: Sam Carter plus sex in any form equals hot.
Sam kissed her belly again and sighed.
"What?"
"We were supposed to avoid possible public nudity."
"Says who?"
Sam nipped her, making her yelp, then stood. "Says me." she leaned against Kara and kissed her.
"I think," Kara eventually said, despite the fact that she didn't want to stop kissing Sam. "We should get a slice of that pie, and go find a room to rent. And I'll prove you still need me."
"Sounds like a plan."
Reluctantly, Kara stopped trying to tug Sam's skirt up and kissed her one last time. Sure, it was her plan, but having Sam's ass to grope right then would have been nice.
Sam pulled away and yanked her skirt down. "Keep that up, and we'll get arrested again."
"Good." Kara smacked Sam's ass. "Let's go."
"You'll pay for that."
Kara leaned into Sam's back and kissed her neck. "I hope so."
-f
Notes: Set before the mini-series, existing relationship, blah blah blah. I wrote this at work, breaking my own rule. I couldn't think of a good title (It's just porn, after all)
woodface has mocked me for writing it at work. Sigh.
genre: Porn.
A Day Out
by ALC Punk!
Getting day passes at the last minute, on the one day they were both planning to do laundry meant Kara was in uniform and Sam in her shortest skirt. Not that Kara minded the skirt. It did mean, however, that they ended up in a cafe they didn't normally bother with. It was fancier than they were expecting, but with little intimate corners and rounded booths which meant Kara got to sit next to Sam through the rather decent meal.
"You've been replaced." Sam announced lazily, after savoring another bite from her dessert.
Kara didn't really think dessert was all that great, although she enjoyed the sugar rush. She hadn't bothered with it, settling instead for ambrosia. Sam had threatened her with violence if there was a cigar.. She raised an eyebrow at Sam and took a sip from her ambrosia. "Really."
"Yes." Sam closed her eyes, letting the fourth bite melt on her tongue, the flavor sending little tingles everywhere.
"How so?"
Sam gestured with her spoon at the pie, "This? This is oral sex in the form of food."
Okay. That sounded somewhat impressive. Kara still raised her eyebrows. "Want to prove that theory?"
In answer, Sam took another spoonful and closed her eyes.
Kara leaned over and licked Sam's lips, catching a few bits of something sweet. Deciding that wasn't enough, she kissed Sam, teasing her lips open easily. Something thick and sugary slid along her tongue, and Kara found that it was a pretty nice-tasting pie. Still not as good as oral sex, though. She ignored Sam's grumble of complaint and continued kissing her until the mingled tastes of Sam, ambrosia and pie blended into one heady whole.
"Told you," Sam murmured, voice a little breathy.
Noting the enlarged pupils, Kara smirked. "Didn't do much for me."
Sam snorted and scooped up some more, offering it to Kara.
Not one to pass up pie, Kara took Sam's wrist and held it while she licked the spoon clean. Her eyes were on Sam's while she did it, each stroke of her tongue deliberately placed. It was her goal to remind Sam exactly why she didn't want to give up oral sex.
It worked. Sam's breath quickened and her cheeks flushed.
Finished with the spoon, Kara leaned in again, Sam meeting her halfway in a kiss that curled her toes. Sam made a little noise of approval when Kara cupped the back of her neck, holding her still for the moment. She nipped at Sam's lips, then slid her tongue along them, letting Sam taste the pie again.
"Kara," Sam mumbled against her lips.
Eventually, Kara pulled back. She admired the thoroughly-kissed look Sam was now sporting. Her eyes were a little glazed and her lips were rather swollen. "It is kinda good."
"Yeah."
Studying Sam, Kara decided she was feeling rather evil. She glanced around the small cafe, noting that no one had even seemed to notice the kissing. And the table cloth was very long, brushing the floor and hiding anything underneath it. And Sam's very short skirt was displaying an interesting amount of leg. Kara had been trying to ignore it for a while. Just in case she decided to do something rash. Ah, hell, no one had ever accused Starbuck of not being rash. She smirked.
"Hey, Sam?"
Swallowing her mouthful of pie, Sam raised an eyebrow at her, "What?"
"You know why I like you wearing a skirt?"
"No..." Sam narrowed her eyes. "Why?"
Kara leaned close, kissing her way along Sam's jaw until she came to her ear. Then she whispered, "Easy access."
"You're going to get us thrown out," Sam objected. But she didn't stop Kara from tugging the table cloth onto her lap, blocking anyone's casual view. And she didn't close her legs when Kara's hand slid between them.
Pulling back slightly, Kara smirked, "Gonna finish your pie, Sam?" She stroked a finger along the edge of Sam's skirt.
"Yes." Sam grabbed her spoon and scooped up another bite.
Kara waited until it was in Sam's mouth, then leaned in and kissed her, sliding her hand up until her fingers were barely touching Sam's underwear. She felt Sam twitch, and deepened the kiss with her tongue. As tempting as it was to draw out the contact, Kara had no intention of making Sam vocalize loud enough to attract attention. There was no way she was sharing Sam's orgasm with anyone.
Pulling back from the kiss, she looked at Sam and raised her eyebrows.
A shiver went through Sam, and she swallowed, then leaned forward and kissed Kara, one hand at the back of her head, the other gripping her collar.
Pushing her hand forward, Kara expertly slid her fingers under the elastic and brushed against Sam. Discovering Sam was wet enough for her purposes, she slipped two fingers into her, catching her gasp with her tongue.
Fingers moving steadily, Kara bushed her thumb up, and felt Sam tighten. She did it again, then again. Sam moaned softly against her mouth.
Kara pulled back, "You have to be quiet, or I stop."
The threat was more than enough, and Sam grabbed another spoonful of pie, sucking it off the spoon and closing her eyes.
"Good girl," Kara murmured in approval, then dotted kisses along Sam's jaw and down her neck. She nipped at the skin there, and pressed her thumb down. Almost enough, Sam was panting softly, Kara pulled her fingers out, then shoved three back in, flexing them.
"Kara," Sam managed, a thread of desperate need in her voice. Her hand grabbed the back of Kara's neck, dragging her mouth up to kiss.
Plunging her tongue into Sam's mouth, Kara felt her orgasm. Enjoying the taste of Carter and pie, Kara continued kissing her even after the shudders had passed. Her fingers she let still slowly, gently letting Sam recover.
"Kara," Sam eventually mumbled, or tried to. What could be heard was a jumble of sound.
Releasing Sam's mouth, Kara raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Why don't you wear skirts?"
"Because I don't." Kara replied. She pulled her fingers free, smirking when Sam gave her one last little twitch.
"That is not an answer." A pout formed on Sam's lips, and she leaned close, kissing Kara's neck before whispering, "'Cause, if you did, I'd be on my knees right now."
The mental image that produced made Kara fight back her own little moan of arousal.
"You could," Sam continued, licking Kara's neck before she bit down. "Eat pie while I was occupied."
She was smirking, Kara could tell from her tone of voice. "I didn't think the pie was as good as you, Carter. You practically got off on it."
"True." Sam pulled back and met her gaze, still smirking, "But getting me off makes you horny. In fact, I bet if you were wearing a skirt, I could get on my knees and make you come in less than a minute."
"Don't need pie," Kara informed her. She poked Sam's leg, then pulled her hand out and licked her fingers. "Got Carter."
Sam growled softly, then ordered, "Bathroom. Now."
Deciding to obey, especially since Sam's eyes had a dangerous glint in them, Kara got up and sauntered off to the bathroom. Sam followed her a moment later, slamming into the room. She glanced around, then nodded at the emptiness and pushed Kara into the largest stall.
"Whatcha gonna do, Sam?"
In answer, Sam nipped the back of her throat, making Kara gasp in surprise. "Gonna make good on my threat." Her fingers expertly unzipped Kara's pants, then yanked them and her underwear down as she dropped to her knees.
"Sam--" Kara broke off as Sam's mouth attacked the skin of her belly. She sagged against the side of the stall, legs spreading under Sam's direction. Grabbing the bar, she hazily decided that maybe taunting Sam had been a bad idea.
Or a good idea. Kara hit her head on the side of the stall when Sam's tongue slid across her in a particularly good way. The pain wasn't noticeable, because ten seconds later, she was coming, body arching. Eyes open, she could still see the incredibly hot sight of Sam Carter kneeling, head between her thighs. Kara figured Sam on her knees was probably the hottest thing she'd ever seen--right after Sam tied and begging to come, at least.
Or Sam glaring up at her as she dragged things out, or--Kara stopped trying to catalogue it all and just made the mental note: Sam Carter plus sex in any form equals hot.
Sam kissed her belly again and sighed.
"What?"
"We were supposed to avoid possible public nudity."
"Says who?"
Sam nipped her, making her yelp, then stood. "Says me." she leaned against Kara and kissed her.
"I think," Kara eventually said, despite the fact that she didn't want to stop kissing Sam. "We should get a slice of that pie, and go find a room to rent. And I'll prove you still need me."
"Sounds like a plan."
Reluctantly, Kara stopped trying to tug Sam's skirt up and kissed her one last time. Sure, it was her plan, but having Sam's ass to grope right then would have been nice.
Sam pulled away and yanked her skirt down. "Keep that up, and we'll get arrested again."
"Good." Kara smacked Sam's ass. "Let's go."
"You'll pay for that."
Kara leaned into Sam's back and kissed her neck. "I hope so."
-f