Puel, Wrongsexual (puella_nerdii) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-06 00:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: puella_nerdii, f: battlestar galactica, july 04, p: anders/kara/leoben |
As Good As Another (Battlestar Galactica, Kara/Sam(/Leoben))
Title: As Good As Another
Author: puella_nerdii
Rating: R
Wordcount: 310
Warnings: The canon. Spoilers through 3.04.
Prompt: Battlestar Galactica 2004 - Kara/Anders/(Leoben) - superimposition - she holds his arms too tight, like the muscle isn't there, like the tattoo's an illusion.
“Kara,” Sam says. “Kara, slow down.”
“Shut up,” she says, kisses him hard and slow so he can’t talk, so she can’t hear what his voice isn’t, runs her fingers over the rough stubble dotting his cheeks and pretends it’s thicker, coarser. She moans into his mouth; the sound’s swallowed up. Her hands trail down his shoulders—broad, thick, muscled, and that’s wrong right now, that isn’t what she needs, so she holds his arms too tight, like the muscle isn't there, like the tattoo's an illusion. He hisses, breath hitching, and she drags him closer, kisses him until her lips are almost bruised from their mouths colliding, clashing.
“Kara, I can’t do this,” he says when she breaks off the kiss to breathe, a strand of spit connecting her mouth to his.
She slides her hands down Sam’s chest (broader, again, too broad, and solid in the wrong way), gropes him hard through his pants, rubs her palm against him until the friction between her hand and the cloth builds up and sears. “Can’t what? Can’t frak me? Feels like you’re up for it.”
“Is that what you want?” he asks. She tears herself away from his eyes. They’re dark, still, deep, and they ruin the picture she’s creating for herself.
Kara grins. The laugh comes through her nose. It’s fake, but frak, who cares, she’s used to it and she’s gotten good at faking her way through things. Fake swagger, fake marriage, fake kid, fake apartment on a fake world, fake little picture of the fake little perfect couple, even the cigars are probably fake by this point. “It’s close enough,” she says, and then because she can, “One frak’s as good as another.”
He stares at her, shakes, staggers back. “I can’t do this,” he repeats, and if it’s a victory why does she feel like shit?