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"No Complaints," one hundred words written for the Kara/Sam prompt "pilots give the best hand jobs" over at bsg_kink's drabble contest. Original post here. Mature audiences, please.
"You're horny."
"And you're hard as a godsdamn rock, Sammy. Why don't we terrorize the neighbors?"
He's barely entered the tent before he's sprawled across their bed, pants down around his ankles, and she's crouched above him, predatory, his erection trapped in her hand and her knees on either side of his head. Her grip is relentless, tight and rhythmic. He groans her name against her thigh, his hips jerking, and thrusts into her hand until he comes in thick spurts that coat her fingers.
No one's ever given him hand jobs like Kara's.
She tells him it's a pilot thing.
"You're horny."
"And you're hard as a godsdamn rock, Sammy. Why don't we terrorize the neighbors?"
He's barely entered the tent before he's sprawled across their bed, pants down around his ankles, and she's crouched above him, predatory, his erection trapped in her hand and her knees on either side of his head. Her grip is relentless, tight and rhythmic. He groans her name against her thigh, his hips jerking, and thrusts into her hand until he comes in thick spurts that coat her fingers.
No one's ever given him hand jobs like Kara's.
She tells him it's a pilot thing.