Lee moaned softly as the athletic young woman pushed him against the wall and kissed him thoroughly. Her hands seem to get everywhere, and he reaches out, feeling the muscles of her arms and back, his fingers tracing the fine lines of scars that she got back on Caprica.
That was how this had started – they’d been in the pilots’ mess, sharing a bottle of ambrosia as they talked about the Resistance, the small band of fighters led by the strong, beautiful Samantha Anders (Sam, to her friends), who’d been a pyramidball player (of all things) before the world ended. Lee wasn’t exactly sure how much they’d drunk, or how they’d made it to the sleeping quarters, but he was absolutely sure that he didn’t want to stop.
Later, they were curled up half-asleep together in Sam’s bunk when the door opened. Kara looked down at them and swore. “Frak, Sam, I thought you had better taste.”
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BSG, girl!Anders/Lee, against the wall
Date: 2009-05-28 07:23 pm (UTC)That was how this had started – they’d been in the pilots’ mess, sharing a bottle of ambrosia as they talked about the Resistance, the small band of fighters led by the strong, beautiful Samantha Anders (Sam, to her friends), who’d been a pyramidball player (of all things) before the world ended. Lee wasn’t exactly sure how much they’d drunk, or how they’d made it to the sleeping quarters, but he was absolutely sure that he didn’t want to stop.
Later, they were curled up half-asleep together in Sam’s bunk when the door opened. Kara looked down at them and swore. “Frak, Sam, I thought you had better taste.”