Kara/Sam ficlet
NOTE: newer version of this posted here.
True story: a Kara/Lee shipper helped me work on this when I got stuck. (Don't ask me how it's possible to get stuck on a super-short fic, but it happens to me more than I want.) Anyway, thanks DB!
Also a true story: the very first fanfic I ever read was lyssie's On the Painted Desert, a Kara/Sam story set shortly after the exodus from New Caprica. That was almost two years ago. Somehow I got stuck on LJ after that--clearly it's all Lyssie's fault. *g*
Happy birthday, Lyssie!
ficlet: Kara/Sam, New Caprica (pre-wedding, pre-UB flashbacks), PG-13ish
note: I'm stealing spiral loops in a raptor from... somewhere. Probably it's just fanon by now.
She's still breathing, light chest movements visible. He doesn't want to look lower because he knows what he'll see--swollen stomach, machinery below. A grotesque mockery of creation, and he can't endure witnessing it again. Kara's eyes are closed; he doesn't know if he could bear seeing her aware of her surroundings.
A hand grips his and he jumps as he turns around to look. Gods... his little sister Josie is lying on the next bed; she's looking at him with accusation and he--
Sam's sleep was disrupted by a sudden weight on his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw Kara's face in front of his, a mischievous smiling lighting it up.
"Hey, Sammy!"
"Uh..." His brain felt fuzzy and his heart was beating double-time. "What time is it?"
"Middle of the night." She sounded way too enthusiastic when she said it. "Did some donut runs, then I decided to stay planetside. Next shift is in two days."
Kara, sitting on top of him and happy; not on a farm hooked up to a baby-making machine. Sam studied her face--her dark eyes, the way her hair framed her face as it trailed halfway out of her ponytail. Last week when he'd seen her, she'd been distant, but now she was relaxed and clearly pleased with herself. Shifting across his hips, her flight suit squeaked as she put her elbows above his shoulders and leaned her face close to his.
"So, did you miss me?" she asked.
Reaching up, he pushed a strand of her hair out of the way. "Hm." He put his hand behind her head, pulling her down for a long kiss. "Nope," he replied.
Sitting up, Kara said, "Well, maybe I should go away longer, then."
Sam pushed himself up with one hand and grabbed her wrists with the other. "Didn't miss you at all," he told her, punctuating the words with more kisses. Lacing his fingers into her hair, he pulled out her ponytail holder and began massaging her scalp.
Kara stopped pulling away and made an appreciate noise in the back of her throat. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned her cheek against his while he continued rubbing.
"How was your shift?"
"Boring recon. Boring supply runs." Her breath was warm against his neck. "I did a spiral in the raptor, though." She pulled back to look at him. "Helo didn't think I could do more than three loops."
That explained her giddy mood--she was always more upbeat when she'd pulled a stunt during her shift.
She leaned forward again. "The rest was routine. We've gotten enough supplies down here now that we're slowing down the donut runs."
"Mmm. Looking for something else to do?"
"Why?"
Keeping his tone light, Sam replied, "There's some welding jobs available now. They need people who've used a torch before."
Looking at him with eyes narrowed, she said, "Is this another attempt to act domestic?"
"Domestic? You with a welding torch?" He laughed. "You could weld a new bed frame. That might be domestic."
"Speaking of that--are you going to put this bedframe to use, or are you just going to sit there and play with my hair?"
Sam flopped back against his pillow and put his hands behind his head. "You're still wearing your flight suit. Too much work."
She wriggled her hips against his and he wanted to respond in kind, but the nightmare he'd been having was still clinging to him. Middle of the night--that meant cylons coming or a big raid or... nothing good. Kara's presence was comforting but he could still feel the memories awakened by the dream. It was one he'd had far too often since leaving Caprica.
Kara was clearly impatient. "Too tired?"
"No." He waited a beat. "Maybe." He thought about telling her of the nightmares, or about the things that used to happen if they were awakened at night. He didn't, though. Instead he reached up with his hand and traced her lower lip with his index finger. "I really am glad you came. Can you wait until morning?" He wanted to add: and stay here with me, now?
She stared at him for a moment. Maybe the look on his face gave something away, because instead of making a joke about leaving and looking elsewhere to fill her needs, she sighed and leaned forward, burying her face against the hollow between his neck and shoulder. "Okay."
He trailed his fingers through her hair again, then shifted her weight so she was half on him, half on the bed.
"You're really not going to help me out of my flight suit, are you?"
"Nope."
She chuckled; he felt the movement from her laugh against his chest. "You know, for being my personal property, you're not very cooperative."
"S'right."
He felt his body relaxing; and hers--the adrenaline from flying was draining away.
A thought crossed his mind for a second: Kara pregnant, wanting sex in middle of the night. That might be a reason to appreciate waking up, but he canceled that idea immediately. Kara with a baby was fearsome and strangely attractive, but he knew not to push, not to even dwell on the thought, because she wasn't ready for that. Maybe she never would be, and that's something he'd accept in order to be with her and make her happy.
He really was tired. Kara made a half-hearted effort to pull the top half of her flight suit downward but gave up and collapsed on him again, poking him once in the shoulder as he drifted to sleep.
True story: a Kara/Lee shipper helped me work on this when I got stuck. (Don't ask me how it's possible to get stuck on a super-short fic, but it happens to me more than I want.) Anyway, thanks DB!
Also a true story: the very first fanfic I ever read was lyssie's On the Painted Desert, a Kara/Sam story set shortly after the exodus from New Caprica. That was almost two years ago. Somehow I got stuck on LJ after that--clearly it's all Lyssie's fault. *g*
Happy birthday, Lyssie!
ficlet: Kara/Sam, New Caprica (pre-wedding, pre-UB flashbacks), PG-13ish
note: I'm stealing spiral loops in a raptor from... somewhere. Probably it's just fanon by now.
She's still breathing, light chest movements visible. He doesn't want to look lower because he knows what he'll see--swollen stomach, machinery below. A grotesque mockery of creation, and he can't endure witnessing it again. Kara's eyes are closed; he doesn't know if he could bear seeing her aware of her surroundings.
A hand grips his and he jumps as he turns around to look. Gods... his little sister Josie is lying on the next bed; she's looking at him with accusation and he--
Sam's sleep was disrupted by a sudden weight on his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw Kara's face in front of his, a mischievous smiling lighting it up.
"Hey, Sammy!"
"Uh..." His brain felt fuzzy and his heart was beating double-time. "What time is it?"
"Middle of the night." She sounded way too enthusiastic when she said it. "Did some donut runs, then I decided to stay planetside. Next shift is in two days."
Kara, sitting on top of him and happy; not on a farm hooked up to a baby-making machine. Sam studied her face--her dark eyes, the way her hair framed her face as it trailed halfway out of her ponytail. Last week when he'd seen her, she'd been distant, but now she was relaxed and clearly pleased with herself. Shifting across his hips, her flight suit squeaked as she put her elbows above his shoulders and leaned her face close to his.
"So, did you miss me?" she asked.
Reaching up, he pushed a strand of her hair out of the way. "Hm." He put his hand behind her head, pulling her down for a long kiss. "Nope," he replied.
Sitting up, Kara said, "Well, maybe I should go away longer, then."
Sam pushed himself up with one hand and grabbed her wrists with the other. "Didn't miss you at all," he told her, punctuating the words with more kisses. Lacing his fingers into her hair, he pulled out her ponytail holder and began massaging her scalp.
Kara stopped pulling away and made an appreciate noise in the back of her throat. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned her cheek against his while he continued rubbing.
"How was your shift?"
"Boring recon. Boring supply runs." Her breath was warm against his neck. "I did a spiral in the raptor, though." She pulled back to look at him. "Helo didn't think I could do more than three loops."
That explained her giddy mood--she was always more upbeat when she'd pulled a stunt during her shift.
She leaned forward again. "The rest was routine. We've gotten enough supplies down here now that we're slowing down the donut runs."
"Mmm. Looking for something else to do?"
"Why?"
Keeping his tone light, Sam replied, "There's some welding jobs available now. They need people who've used a torch before."
Looking at him with eyes narrowed, she said, "Is this another attempt to act domestic?"
"Domestic? You with a welding torch?" He laughed. "You could weld a new bed frame. That might be domestic."
"Speaking of that--are you going to put this bedframe to use, or are you just going to sit there and play with my hair?"
Sam flopped back against his pillow and put his hands behind his head. "You're still wearing your flight suit. Too much work."
She wriggled her hips against his and he wanted to respond in kind, but the nightmare he'd been having was still clinging to him. Middle of the night--that meant cylons coming or a big raid or... nothing good. Kara's presence was comforting but he could still feel the memories awakened by the dream. It was one he'd had far too often since leaving Caprica.
Kara was clearly impatient. "Too tired?"
"No." He waited a beat. "Maybe." He thought about telling her of the nightmares, or about the things that used to happen if they were awakened at night. He didn't, though. Instead he reached up with his hand and traced her lower lip with his index finger. "I really am glad you came. Can you wait until morning?" He wanted to add: and stay here with me, now?
She stared at him for a moment. Maybe the look on his face gave something away, because instead of making a joke about leaving and looking elsewhere to fill her needs, she sighed and leaned forward, burying her face against the hollow between his neck and shoulder. "Okay."
He trailed his fingers through her hair again, then shifted her weight so she was half on him, half on the bed.
"You're really not going to help me out of my flight suit, are you?"
"Nope."
She chuckled; he felt the movement from her laugh against his chest. "You know, for being my personal property, you're not very cooperative."
"S'right."
He felt his body relaxing; and hers--the adrenaline from flying was draining away.
A thought crossed his mind for a second: Kara pregnant, wanting sex in middle of the night. That might be a reason to appreciate waking up, but he canceled that idea immediately. Kara with a baby was fearsome and strangely attractive, but he knew not to push, not to even dwell on the thought, because she wasn't ready for that. Maybe she never would be, and that's something he'd accept in order to be with her and make her happy.
He really was tired. Kara made a half-hearted effort to pull the top half of her flight suit downward but gave up and collapsed on him again, poking him once in the shoulder as he drifted to sleep.