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Fic: One Day Soon, Kara/Sam, no warnings
Theme: epics ship war (March, 2014)
Prompt: Kara/Sam - one day soon
The scene morphed, and where Sam and Kara had been playing pyramid at the high school on Caprica, now they were dancing. She was beautiful - dress, hair, and she’d done something to her face. He pulled her closer, and she laughed up at him.
“Didn’t know you could dance, Sammy!”
He growled playfully at her. “Don’t call me Sammy.”
She tipped her face up and winked. “Sammy,” she whispered.
“That’s it!” He swung her up in his arms and carried her to a bed in the corner. Gods, it was huge. Soft, silky sheets and gigantic pillows, and Kara’s skin warm and golden under his mouth. He kissed his way across her bare shoulder to her neck and she sighed. He kissed her closed eyelids, the tip of her nose, her wide, smiling mouth, and she hummed her pleasure.
Her dress disappeared, and his fingers explored until Kara was wet and begging.
“Gods, Sammy, I love you so much.”
The words sounded foreign in his ears.
Something shattered, and he sat up, staring around him. The cot. The tent on New Caprica.
Kara sat up. “You okay, Sammy?”
“Yeah. Just had the weirdest dream.”
“Me, too. Seemed so real.” She pushed him back down and snuggled into him, asleep again almost immediately.
Sam went over every detail of that dream. He’d never had a dream like that one before. It was all still so vivid in his mind - the music they’d danced to, the ball smacking into the goal, the smell of Kara’s skin, the feel of the sheets. He slipped back into it without noticing, dancing with a laughing Kara until he fell asleep.
Also posted at AO3.
Prompt: Kara/Sam - one day soon
The scene morphed, and where Sam and Kara had been playing pyramid at the high school on Caprica, now they were dancing. She was beautiful - dress, hair, and she’d done something to her face. He pulled her closer, and she laughed up at him.
“Didn’t know you could dance, Sammy!”
He growled playfully at her. “Don’t call me Sammy.”
She tipped her face up and winked. “Sammy,” she whispered.
“That’s it!” He swung her up in his arms and carried her to a bed in the corner. Gods, it was huge. Soft, silky sheets and gigantic pillows, and Kara’s skin warm and golden under his mouth. He kissed his way across her bare shoulder to her neck and she sighed. He kissed her closed eyelids, the tip of her nose, her wide, smiling mouth, and she hummed her pleasure.
Her dress disappeared, and his fingers explored until Kara was wet and begging.
“Gods, Sammy, I love you so much.”
The words sounded foreign in his ears.
Something shattered, and he sat up, staring around him. The cot. The tent on New Caprica.
Kara sat up. “You okay, Sammy?”
“Yeah. Just had the weirdest dream.”
“Me, too. Seemed so real.” She pushed him back down and snuggled into him, asleep again almost immediately.
Sam went over every detail of that dream. He’d never had a dream like that one before. It was all still so vivid in his mind - the music they’d danced to, the ball smacking into the goal, the smell of Kara’s skin, the feel of the sheets. He slipped back into it without noticing, dancing with a laughing Kara until he fell asleep.
Also posted at AO3.
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