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*sigh* Yes, Anders and Dee. I am a bad, bad shipper.
Summary: Post Unfinished Business, Anders and Dee find themselves both on the outside, looking in.
Pairing: Anders/Dee (references to *deep breath* Dee/Lee, Lee/Kara, Kara/Anders)
(hey look! Het! Will wonders never cease?)
Rating: ADULT
If you just want the PORN BATTLE part, it's HERE
Dee saw Sam leave out of the corner of her eye, felt his presence gone from her side. She wanted to follow, turn on her heel and walk out, but there was something about watching the two people in the ring that had her mesmerized. Like watching footage of a truly spectacular air collision, a part of her knew that people were going to be hurt by it, including herself, and yet she couldn't turn away.
That need to watch lasted until the fighting and the clinging didn't stop. They didn't know she was there, not that she was sure Kara would have cared anyway, and they didn't look.
She turned to follow Sam out the door. She wasn't even sure why she wanted to find him. Just because their respective spouses were about five minutes away from frakking each other didn't give them that much in common.
But there had been something in his eyes when he'd looked at Starbuck. It suggested he might go do something he'd regret, and maybe if they commiserated together it might help.
She didn't have to go far to find him. He was in the memorial corridor, staring up at the photos and drawings and letters of the dead on the wall for Caprica. She drew near on quiet feet. "Sam."
He glanced at her. "Dee." Then he went back to looking at the wall.
Standing beside him, she realized how tall he was. "You okay?" she asked.
He didn't answer right away. He reached up to pull a small photo off the wall from where it had been hiding beneath another and replaced it on top. She squinted at it, and felt a little spur of dismay; it was one of those cards the kids used to collect for the different pyramid teams. This one showed the starters for the Caprica Buccaneers, including the person standing right next to her.
"Sue-Shaun died in one of those Cylon farms on Caprica," he murmured, touching the picture. "Barolay and I -- well, all of us on Caprica, but especially us -- swore to liberate as many as we could before we all died. I didn't expect to get rescued. I hoped for it, but I didn't expect it." He reached up for his neck absently, but lowered his hand again. "Same thing on New Caprica. I was just going to kill as many of them as I could before they took me down." He gave a little dry laugh. "That's what I do, you see. When I'm overmatched, I just keep plugging away. Even when I don't really have any hope of winning."
Dee listened and she knew he wasn't talking about Pyramid or even fighting Cylons. "This isn't a match or a fight," she pointed out gently, "Starbuck's not a Cylon."
"No," he chuckled bitterly. "Because Cylons come back."
Dee winced. "You know they were angry at each other before the occupation. It'll pass. Just give them time."
She wondered who she was trying to fool, herself or Sam. In any case, Sam didn't buy it.
He shook his head. "I'm done. I'm done coming to heel when she snaps her fingers. I'm done with giving her everything when she gives nothing back. If she wants the major or anyone else, I don't care. She told me to go away, and she was right. It's over."
It was a bold assertion, and she didn't believe it at all. But she knew the feeling -- she'd told herself not to fall for Lee practically every day since he'd shown up to Galactica, and that hadn't worked either.
"You want a drink?" she asked. "I have a bottle of the chief's finest."
She had been saving it for Lee, knowing Helo was going to challenge him and kick his ass, but she decided she and Sam needed it more. Kara could find her own booze.
Sam turned to look in her eyes, seeing if she meant it, and he nodded. "Sure."
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Sam looked up at the stars through the window in the small observation room. Dee had gotten them in and locked the door behind them with a smug expression and they settled on the floor with a small bottle and two cups between them.
He knew he shouldn't drink. He'd been doing too much of it lately. But he poured shots for himself and for Dee and then more. They looked out at the stars and nothing much seemed to matter.
"I always kind of knew this would happen. I don't know why I'm surprised," she said suddenly, interrupting his hazy numbness.
"That you and I would be drinking together, while our beloved spouses are off frakking each other?"
She turned to him. "Why should they have all the fun?"
Her eyes looked unexpectedly pale and silvery in the starlight as she stared at him in challenge. "They shouldn't," he agreed, nodding, and closed his eyes as the room spun gently.
While his eyes were still closed her lips touched his. For just a moment, it felt wrong -- the touch was gentle and tentative, as though she feared rejection. So different from Kara.
He leaned into her and brought his hands up to slide his fingers in her thick mass of her hair and keep her mouth on his. Her hands gripped his shoulders and slid down his arms. He tried not to remember the marriage tattoo she was touching, and concentrated on exploring her mouth and licking the last of the alcohol from her lips.
She squirmed closer, into his lap with her legs around his back, and her hands were warm as she tugged his shirt off. "Come on, it's not like you leave much to the imagination," she teased, running her hands from his shoulders to his stomach and around to the back.
"Noticed did you?" he asked.
"I noticed," she admitted huskily and leaned forward to kiss him again. With her in his lap, she was at a perfect height for him to explore her throat and push his way under her tanks.
Her skin was soft and smooth, like touching flowing water, and he impatiently pulled the tanks over her head. She had beautiful breasts, nipples peaking in the chill, hardening more under his fingers.
She caught her breath and squirmed, rubbing herself on his thigh which meant he had to do it again.
He eased her backward to the floor so he could more easily suck and tongue her nipples, making her shiver and twist beneath him.
When he opened her pants she didn't even seem to notice, biting her lips as he lapped at one hard peak. He tugged off her clothes and had to move back to free himself from his as well. Her eyes were on him the whole time, watching avidly as he shed everything with a hot gaze that he could feel in his groin. She licked her lips and lifted her arms to coax him back.
He kissed her lips some more, as his hand slid from her flank down through her curls and between the legs she parted for him so eagerly. She was wet when his finger dipped in her. "Oh yes," she murmured and tried to push herself on him.
He rather idly sucked at one of her breasts as he rubbed at her clit, smirking at how she moved beneath him and he could feel the sweat gathering on her skin.
When he slid his finger in her, she gasped and he decided he really needed to hear that again. He pushed himself down her body and with his hands, held her legs wide.
"Sam, what are you - " she started and shrieked when he tongued her clit. Her legs strained against his grip trying to close, even as she arched her back. He licked her steadily as she trembled and jerked. "Oh Gods, oh gods, oh gods," she panted. Her hands were on flat on the floor, pushing against it and into him.
One leg of hers was wrapped around his shoulders and he let go of it, to grip his cock and rub himself as he gave the swollen clit another long leisurely lick, knowing she was close.
Shuddering, she gave another cry that jolted him right in the balls. Suddenly he was hard and aching, under his own hand. While she was still riding it out, he moved back up her, eager to finish himself at the same time.
Locking her legs around him, she opened her eyes to give him a dazzling grin as he slid home.
He shut his eyes as he thrust in her, but didn't last long. He bit his lip so he wouldn't say the wrong name as the rush passed through him and left only cold in its wake.
Then he bent to kiss Dee again. "You okay?" he asked softly.
She stroked down his arms from shoulders to wrists, her wedding band a distinct feel against his skin. "I shouldn't be here with you," she whispered. "But I don't regret it. You?"
He kissed her collar bone and the base of her throat so he wouldn't meet her eyes. "No. I’m not sorry. I'm just sorry that your stick in the mud husband doesn't go down on you, he doesn't know what he's missing."
She chuckled. "Well, I can't believe Kara's such an idiot as to give this up." Her hands caressed his back and shoulders slow and lingering, running her fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. Then she shivered and smiled apologetically, "The floor's getting really hard and cold."
"Sorry." He moved off her and they both could get dressed.
"Thank you. For everything. But I should go," she murmured and kissed him again, repeating defiantly, "I'm not sorry" as she slipped out the door.
He watched her go and then lay back to look up at the stars, wishing he had a planet under him. He wished that had been Kara beneath his hands. He wished the Cylons had never come to New Caprica and ruined everything.
He wished for a lot of things he wasn't going to get.
But Dee had left the bottle and that was enough for now.
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Summary: Post Unfinished Business, Anders and Dee find themselves both on the outside, looking in.
Pairing: Anders/Dee (references to *deep breath* Dee/Lee, Lee/Kara, Kara/Anders)
(hey look! Het! Will wonders never cease?)
Rating: ADULT
If you just want the PORN BATTLE part, it's HERE
Dee saw Sam leave out of the corner of her eye, felt his presence gone from her side. She wanted to follow, turn on her heel and walk out, but there was something about watching the two people in the ring that had her mesmerized. Like watching footage of a truly spectacular air collision, a part of her knew that people were going to be hurt by it, including herself, and yet she couldn't turn away.
That need to watch lasted until the fighting and the clinging didn't stop. They didn't know she was there, not that she was sure Kara would have cared anyway, and they didn't look.
She turned to follow Sam out the door. She wasn't even sure why she wanted to find him. Just because their respective spouses were about five minutes away from frakking each other didn't give them that much in common.
But there had been something in his eyes when he'd looked at Starbuck. It suggested he might go do something he'd regret, and maybe if they commiserated together it might help.
She didn't have to go far to find him. He was in the memorial corridor, staring up at the photos and drawings and letters of the dead on the wall for Caprica. She drew near on quiet feet. "Sam."
He glanced at her. "Dee." Then he went back to looking at the wall.
Standing beside him, she realized how tall he was. "You okay?" she asked.
He didn't answer right away. He reached up to pull a small photo off the wall from where it had been hiding beneath another and replaced it on top. She squinted at it, and felt a little spur of dismay; it was one of those cards the kids used to collect for the different pyramid teams. This one showed the starters for the Caprica Buccaneers, including the person standing right next to her.
"Sue-Shaun died in one of those Cylon farms on Caprica," he murmured, touching the picture. "Barolay and I -- well, all of us on Caprica, but especially us -- swore to liberate as many as we could before we all died. I didn't expect to get rescued. I hoped for it, but I didn't expect it." He reached up for his neck absently, but lowered his hand again. "Same thing on New Caprica. I was just going to kill as many of them as I could before they took me down." He gave a little dry laugh. "That's what I do, you see. When I'm overmatched, I just keep plugging away. Even when I don't really have any hope of winning."
Dee listened and she knew he wasn't talking about Pyramid or even fighting Cylons. "This isn't a match or a fight," she pointed out gently, "Starbuck's not a Cylon."
"No," he chuckled bitterly. "Because Cylons come back."
Dee winced. "You know they were angry at each other before the occupation. It'll pass. Just give them time."
She wondered who she was trying to fool, herself or Sam. In any case, Sam didn't buy it.
He shook his head. "I'm done. I'm done coming to heel when she snaps her fingers. I'm done with giving her everything when she gives nothing back. If she wants the major or anyone else, I don't care. She told me to go away, and she was right. It's over."
It was a bold assertion, and she didn't believe it at all. But she knew the feeling -- she'd told herself not to fall for Lee practically every day since he'd shown up to Galactica, and that hadn't worked either.
"You want a drink?" she asked. "I have a bottle of the chief's finest."
She had been saving it for Lee, knowing Helo was going to challenge him and kick his ass, but she decided she and Sam needed it more. Kara could find her own booze.
Sam turned to look in her eyes, seeing if she meant it, and he nodded. "Sure."
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Sam looked up at the stars through the window in the small observation room. Dee had gotten them in and locked the door behind them with a smug expression and they settled on the floor with a small bottle and two cups between them.
He knew he shouldn't drink. He'd been doing too much of it lately. But he poured shots for himself and for Dee and then more. They looked out at the stars and nothing much seemed to matter.
"I always kind of knew this would happen. I don't know why I'm surprised," she said suddenly, interrupting his hazy numbness.
"That you and I would be drinking together, while our beloved spouses are off frakking each other?"
She turned to him. "Why should they have all the fun?"
Her eyes looked unexpectedly pale and silvery in the starlight as she stared at him in challenge. "They shouldn't," he agreed, nodding, and closed his eyes as the room spun gently.
While his eyes were still closed her lips touched his. For just a moment, it felt wrong -- the touch was gentle and tentative, as though she feared rejection. So different from Kara.
He leaned into her and brought his hands up to slide his fingers in her thick mass of her hair and keep her mouth on his. Her hands gripped his shoulders and slid down his arms. He tried not to remember the marriage tattoo she was touching, and concentrated on exploring her mouth and licking the last of the alcohol from her lips.
She squirmed closer, into his lap with her legs around his back, and her hands were warm as she tugged his shirt off. "Come on, it's not like you leave much to the imagination," she teased, running her hands from his shoulders to his stomach and around to the back.
"Noticed did you?" he asked.
"I noticed," she admitted huskily and leaned forward to kiss him again. With her in his lap, she was at a perfect height for him to explore her throat and push his way under her tanks.
Her skin was soft and smooth, like touching flowing water, and he impatiently pulled the tanks over her head. She had beautiful breasts, nipples peaking in the chill, hardening more under his fingers.
She caught her breath and squirmed, rubbing herself on his thigh which meant he had to do it again.
He eased her backward to the floor so he could more easily suck and tongue her nipples, making her shiver and twist beneath him.
When he opened her pants she didn't even seem to notice, biting her lips as he lapped at one hard peak. He tugged off her clothes and had to move back to free himself from his as well. Her eyes were on him the whole time, watching avidly as he shed everything with a hot gaze that he could feel in his groin. She licked her lips and lifted her arms to coax him back.
He kissed her lips some more, as his hand slid from her flank down through her curls and between the legs she parted for him so eagerly. She was wet when his finger dipped in her. "Oh yes," she murmured and tried to push herself on him.
He rather idly sucked at one of her breasts as he rubbed at her clit, smirking at how she moved beneath him and he could feel the sweat gathering on her skin.
When he slid his finger in her, she gasped and he decided he really needed to hear that again. He pushed himself down her body and with his hands, held her legs wide.
"Sam, what are you - " she started and shrieked when he tongued her clit. Her legs strained against his grip trying to close, even as she arched her back. He licked her steadily as she trembled and jerked. "Oh Gods, oh gods, oh gods," she panted. Her hands were on flat on the floor, pushing against it and into him.
One leg of hers was wrapped around his shoulders and he let go of it, to grip his cock and rub himself as he gave the swollen clit another long leisurely lick, knowing she was close.
Shuddering, she gave another cry that jolted him right in the balls. Suddenly he was hard and aching, under his own hand. While she was still riding it out, he moved back up her, eager to finish himself at the same time.
Locking her legs around him, she opened her eyes to give him a dazzling grin as he slid home.
He shut his eyes as he thrust in her, but didn't last long. He bit his lip so he wouldn't say the wrong name as the rush passed through him and left only cold in its wake.
Then he bent to kiss Dee again. "You okay?" he asked softly.
She stroked down his arms from shoulders to wrists, her wedding band a distinct feel against his skin. "I shouldn't be here with you," she whispered. "But I don't regret it. You?"
He kissed her collar bone and the base of her throat so he wouldn't meet her eyes. "No. I’m not sorry. I'm just sorry that your stick in the mud husband doesn't go down on you, he doesn't know what he's missing."
She chuckled. "Well, I can't believe Kara's such an idiot as to give this up." Her hands caressed his back and shoulders slow and lingering, running her fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. Then she shivered and smiled apologetically, "The floor's getting really hard and cold."
"Sorry." He moved off her and they both could get dressed.
"Thank you. For everything. But I should go," she murmured and kissed him again, repeating defiantly, "I'm not sorry" as she slipped out the door.
He watched her go and then lay back to look up at the stars, wishing he had a planet under him. He wished that had been Kara beneath his hands. He wished the Cylons had never come to New Caprica and ruined everything.
He wished for a lot of things he wasn't going to get.
But Dee had left the bottle and that was enough for now.
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