Kara/Anders snippet, New Caprica
Just to demonstrate that *some* K/L shippers have range, and an open mind, I toss out this snippet from my old WIPs file! It's very much a rough draft, but whatever.
He comes up behind her while she’s brushing her teeth. Casually, almost absently, he runs his hands underneath her shirt and cups her breasts. She pretends to ignore him but finishes brushing in record time. He drops his hands as she leans forward to rinse her mouth, which gives her the advantage of surprise. It’s a good thing their tent is so small, else he would have landed on the floor instead of on their bed when she shoves him backwards and pounces on him.
“Hrrm,” he growls, amused. “Guess that was a positive response,” he smiles.
“Shut up,” she says, and whips his belt off, almost catching her own chin with the tip of it before she flings it aside.
He takes her from behind and he rolls her nipples in both hands, then has to shift his hold to her hips as the rhythm overtakes him. She groans in frustration, lifts one hand to touch her nipples herself, but when he thrusts deeper she has to steady herself against the bedframe, lest they fly through the tent wall.
...He bends to tongue her nipple and she twists her hands in the sheets, letting herself fall into the pleasure. Yes, yes, she thinks, and more, and then she stops thinking altogether as he touches her - first one finger, then two, plunging and twisting, and finally his mouth upon her clit sending her over the edge. She thrusts up against his hand, making small incoherencies, and gasps in almost-pain when he withdraws, only to gasp again when he enters her.
After, she rolls her neck and hogs the bed. “Wouldn’t it be great if you were a Cylon?”
“...What??”
“Then all three of you could go down on me and kiss me and suck on my breasts all at the same time,” she says, wrinkling her nose at him.
~~~
He comes up behind her while she’s brushing her teeth. Casually, almost absently, he runs his hands underneath her shirt and cups her breasts. She pretends to ignore him but finishes brushing in record time. He drops his hands as she leans forward to rinse her mouth, which gives her the advantage of surprise. It’s a good thing their tent is so small, else he would have landed on the floor instead of on their bed when she shoves him backwards and pounces on him.
“Hrrm,” he growls, amused. “Guess that was a positive response,” he smiles.
“Shut up,” she says, and whips his belt off, almost catching her own chin with the tip of it before she flings it aside.
He takes her from behind and he rolls her nipples in both hands, then has to shift his hold to her hips as the rhythm overtakes him. She groans in frustration, lifts one hand to touch her nipples herself, but when he thrusts deeper she has to steady herself against the bedframe, lest they fly through the tent wall.
...He bends to tongue her nipple and she twists her hands in the sheets, letting herself fall into the pleasure. Yes, yes, she thinks, and more, and then she stops thinking altogether as he touches her - first one finger, then two, plunging and twisting, and finally his mouth upon her clit sending her over the edge. She thrusts up against his hand, making small incoherencies, and gasps in almost-pain when he withdraws, only to gasp again when he enters her.
After, she rolls her neck and hogs the bed. “Wouldn’t it be great if you were a Cylon?”
“...What??”
“Then all three of you could go down on me and kiss me and suck on my breasts all at the same time,” she says, wrinkling her nose at him.
~~~