Command/Conquer

by Geonn

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Summary: Sam and Starbuck share a shower

"Somebody oughta wash your mouth out with soap," Sam Carter mutters as she steps into the shower stall.

Kara Thrace looks over her shoulder, taking a moment to scan Carter's naked body. "Excuse me?"

"Frak this, frak that, frak your mother up her frakking ass," Sam says.

"So? It doesn't mean anything here," Kara says, lathering up her hands. She faces the wall, trying not to see Sam's body in her periphery. They're separated by a short wall that only comes up to mid-chest. Sam's height makes her nipples visible and Kara is having a hard time keeping her head straight.

"The gist is the same."

"Now we can get in trouble for gisting?"

Sam rolls her eyes. "When you're talking to the General? Yes."

Kara turns and leans against the partition, openly staring at the dog tags resting between Sam's breasts. "Goody two-shoes."

"What did you say?" She sees where Kara's eyes are resting and covers herself with her hands. "Do you mind?"

"Mm," Kara says, biting her bottom lip. "Not at all. Colonel."

Sam furrows her brow and turns her back to Thrace.

Kara comes around the partition with her soapy hands, placing them on Sam's hips. "Need someone to do your back, Colonel?"

Sam looks over her shoulder and then looks down at Kara's own dog tags. She turns and says, "No, Captain. But I think you really need your mouth washed out." She grabs Kara's wrists and spins her, forcing her against the wall. Kara screams a curse and Sam angles her head so that the shower sprays directly into her mouth.

Kara gurgled, turned her head and spit in Sam's face. She wrapped her leg around Sam's waist, trying to gain leverage, and thrust her hips hard against Sam in an effort to knock her out of the way. Her hands and arms slip and slide over Sam's body and she finally gets hold of Sam's breast. She squeezes and uses her entire body weight to knock Sam backward.

They hit the partition and Kara raises herself, closing her hands around Sam's throat. Sam gasps, eyes wide and locked with Kara's. They stare at each other, breathing hard, skin pebbling from the cold air, and Kara slowly slides down, her pussy lips grazing Sam's skin. Sam watches as Kara slowly rises and falls... fucking herself, riding Sam's hip. Sam wraps an arm around Kara, forcing her to be still. "Captain..."

"Yes, Colonel," Kara breathes, her voice reverent but her eyes aflame.

"You will ask permission."

"Yes, Colonel. Please... Colonel."

Sam relaxes and Kara begins to ride her again. Sam leans in and licks Kara's shoulder, down her collar, catching the chain of her dog tags on her tongue and lifting them. She bites Kara's name as Kara whispers hers out loud. Sam tightens her arm, pulling Kara tight, feeling her orgasm on her stomach.

She lets Kara down, staring into her eyes as the Captain regains her composure and finds her knees. "Will that be all, Colonel?"

"For now," Sam says. Kara starts to walk away and Sam holds her wrist. "For now, I said. My quarters. 2100 hours."

"Is that an order, ma'am?"

Sam's eyes glimmer and she nods slowly.

Kara smiles and breathes, "Good."

She turns to leave the showers, already anticipating the night ahead. She hated following orders... but she had a feeling she'd easily bow to Carter's command.

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