Sex Warning!!!!!!!!
Something was telling Kara that this was going in one of Sam's ears and out the other. "Sam? What are you thingi..." He interrupted her with a kiss. Her passion rose and she surrendered to the moment. Their mouths still lock in a ravenous kiss, she couldn't take it anymore. She peeled off his jacket and tossed it to the ground.
The underground tunnels here extensive and they had made several storage rooms, and places were they set up cots. Sam picked Kara up, wrapping her legs around him as he led them to one of the smaller rooms as they were still kissing. They were assured of privacy by the use of a curtain. The look that passed between husband and wife was one of need and demand. His heart thumped in his chest as he sat Kara on the cot. His hands shook slightly when he reached out to tuck a stand of her hair back behind her ear. He dropped to the floor in between her legs and let his eyes wander over her body. She was just as beautiful and slender as she was the first day he met her.
"I have something," he whispered in the dimly lit room. He rose and rooted about in a footlocker that sat against the wall. He produced a bottle covered with dust and two silver metal cups.
"Where did you get this?" Kara asked.
"I've been saving it for our anniversary, but since things happened..." Sam shrugged handing her the cups while he worked the cork. He poured them both a drink and sighed as the cool smooth liquor slid down his throat. "This is a hell of a lot better than that rotgut the Colonel has."
Kara sniffed the liquor and smiled before she took a slip. "Mmm... Ambrosia my favorite." She finished her cup in one gulp and placed her cup on her lap. "Anything beats what the Colonel has," she smiled, "how should we celebrate?" She turned to look at Sam, he was staring right back at her. She just couldn't keep herself from kissing him any longer. She pulled in him in closer to her. Her cup hit the ground as she got up to sit in his lap. She could feel his warm breath on her face. Her hands explored his chest and arms. "Sam you have no clue how much I missed you. How much I'm glad that you found me and got me out of there. How much I need you." Her body was aching, she wanted him.
Sam pulled her against his body and brought his lips down upon hers with a carefully controlled passion. He was aching for her so badly that if he let loose he'd overwhelm them both and most likely scare her. "Let me show you just how much I missed you my love," he whispered against her throat while his hands traveled down her side to the hem of her shirt. Gently his fingers found warm flesh and slid around to her back, pressing against her spine so that her body molded itself against his.
His lips touched hers and the sensation was electric. He released her to deepen the kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His body reacted immediately to the uninhibited response and he rolled them to their sides in hopes that she wouldn't notice. She noticed though and pulled him closer so that the full length of her body was touching his. She loved him, she had known that since the day they first met on Caprica. There was no Galactica, no frat regs, no grief or guilt – just them. They could not hide from each other any longer. She pulled away from the kiss just then but he didn't let her stay away from him to long.
"I love you, Kara," he said as he touched her cheek.
"I love you more, Sam," she said the words on a whispered breath but he heard them and it was all he needed. He kissed her again with a deep and consuming passion.
Sam smiled one of his rare smiles, one of the special ones that were only for her. "Let me love you babe," he whispered against her throat. "Let me show you just how much you mean to me, how empty I am without you." Sam's lips found her again, his tongue dancing with hers as fire from her touch spread through him.
She had no idea how much time had passed. Seconds, hours, days? Grinning like a fool, she looked up at Sam, who was completely on top of her. Kara had to get out of her clothes but was having a hard time doing it. "Show me. Help me." She entreated huskily as she tugged on the zipper of her jacket. She gasped and clutched his shoulders as he kiss her neck. One of his hands still cradled her neck, his thumb softly stroking and she felt her skin prickle with arousal. His other hand pulled on her jacket zipper, unzipping it. Then his hand slipped low to her waist and was curving around the span of her hips. "Don't stop."
Sam showed her exactly how he felt with each touch, each kiss, and each sigh. He removed her clothes one by one with steady hands. Hands that glided over her silky flesh. His lips leaving a trail of fire as he kissed her. She cannot stifle a groan. Convulsively, her legs close against his hips and she feels his arousal pressed against her through the layers of clothing that still separates them. "Kara," he breathed as she reached for his pants, her fingers rubbing against his zipper. "I need you babe."
"I know but not as much as I need you." Meanwhile, Kara's hands are busy at Sam's waist, tugging his pants open and clumsily shoving against the sluggish cloth and impossible zipper.
Sam's voice rises. "Careful!"
Kara growls in frustration, his zipper was like a safe that couldn't be cracked but she finally got it unzipped. Her breath comes out in pants. Her thighs tremble and her hands reach out to hold Sam's waist, then run up and down his lean torso, fingernails raking his flesh as his touch continues to drive her to distraction. She is lost in the sensations curling out from her center, shooting and pulsing throughout her and her hands pull Sam against her.
Kara freed him of his pants just as he pulled off her top and slid his hands down to divest her of her own pants. Sam's breath caught in his throat once again as he saw just how beautiful his wife was. Her hands grabbed at him but he evaded her for a moment. "Let me look at you," he whispered huskily, his deep blue orbs sliding over her bared flesh. "Gods Kara, I didn't think I'd forget just how beautiful you are, but ..." his voice trailed off as she took hold of him in her hot hand.
She was just as impatient for him as he was for her was obvious, but Sam didn't want this interlude to be hurried. He wanted it to last. He leaned over and kissed her deeply as she fondled him relentlessly until he had to tell her to stop before he couldn't control himself. Sam fiddled with her bra straps and slowly took it off. He kissed his way over her breasts, stopping to pay homage to each mound of sensitized skin before moving lower to her stomach. Then he raised his head and flashed her a purely wicked grin. He reached for his cup of Ambrosia and tipped it so the golden liquid spilled onto her chest.
"Sam… " She began, but he put a finger to her lips.
Instead of telling her what he was doing he showed her by licking every last drop of the heady liquor from her body. "I'm not letting you go." His voice muffled against her flesh but she can feel each word resonate in her bones.
Despite herself, Kara smiles. "I'm noticing."
"Gonna do something about it?" His hand stroked her hair as he continues to speak into her body, avoiding her eyes. Kara reaches her hands to capture his face and turn his eyes towards hers.
"Maybe later, but not now." She kissed him again with a deep and consuming passion. She had wanted to make love to him for months and now it was finally happening. Sam lifted away from the kiss and lips moved to her neck as his hands roamed her torso.
"Sammm..." she pleaded, wanting more. He knew what she wanted but he was deliberately denying her. He wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible and enjoyed how turned on she was. He wanted her to cry out his name over and over in ecstasy. Sam brushed his hand down her torso, she gasped and arched against him. He smiled, enjoying her frustrated reactions. It was going to be fun to bring her to the edge again and again. Grabbing his cup once more he poured it on her torso and licked it up.
Sam kept her on the edge for some time longer before she took matters in her own hands. "Anders you're playing dirty," she said taking him in her hot hand and cupping him; making him gasp.
"Kara!" She took control at that point flipping him over onto his back and doing some of the same things he'd done to her.
Kara could not believe what he was doing to her senses. Sam was drowning her in pleasure and he was all she could see. He was all she wanted and more. The barest touch from him had brought her to the brink. As they switched spots it was his turn to lose it. She started off slow, making him wait for it as she kissed him. Her hands drift from his face to his neck and then trace his shoulders. She then rubbed her foot along the inside his thigh and grins as he groans. She feels him press against her. Both of them breathe quickly and she almost can hear their heartbeats in the quiet room. "Now?"
"Kara... you ask the... oddest questions... at the oddest... times!" Sam grunted. She was driving him absolutely frakking wild. Soon he couldn't stand it a moment longer and he flipped her back onto her back. She eagerly wrapped her legs around him, anxious to have him inside her. When he entered her, he was lost. She was tight and wet and he wanted to consume her. He plunged home in one swift smooth thrust while he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her cries of pleasure. Her legs were entwined with his and she was moaning with every thrust.
Kara feels lighter and more powerful as a flood of warmth spirals out from their joined bodies. Trembling, she breathes his name out in a series of desperate exhalations as her climax overtakes her. Sweat-slick, they slide against and with each other. Kara anchors one of her legs around Sam's hips, unwilling to let the sensations lessen as his own climax takes over him. This is all kinds of wrong and all kinds of insane. She knows this even as she drops light kisses against his forehead. They rode passion's wave until it swept them both over the precipice and deposited them gently back into reality. Reluctantly, she drops her leg to let Sam step back and their bodies disengage, but it's only a moment before he's snug against her, pulling her close in a careful embrace.
Still glowing from their wild love making, Sam's hands slowly stroked her arms, his head pillowed against her shoulder, his blue eyes half closed. Making love to her was world-shattering. He had never imagined that they could make such an explosive connection. He could not let her go now. "Have I told you just how much I love you Kara Anders?" He asked lazily shifting to plant a kiss on her arm.
Kara was still catching her breath. She was completely satisfied and felt weak with desire. Sam had possessed her totally. He had touched her soul. No other person had ever done that. "I don't know, I think you might have mention that awhile back," she said sarcastically. She ran her fingers threw his dark sweaty hair as his head laid next to hers. "I love you so much, Samuel Anders," she whispered in his ear and then nibbled on it.
As Sam's breathing slowed, he removed his weight from her and brought them both to their sides, her body cradled against his. Sam trailed kisses along her neck and shoulders in a lazy fashion already half asleep. "I love you Starbuck," Sam said in contented tone.
Kara kissed the end of Sam's nose as he closed his eyes. Stroking his head and rubbing the back of his neck, she watched him as he fell asleep. She wasn't tired one bit. She had too many things on her mind to fall asleep, one of them being Kacey.
After two hours of watching Sam sleep, she got up from the cot and started to put her clothes back on. All of sudden she heard voices coming from the other side of the thin curtain that separated her and Anders from the hideout. She slipped her underwear and bra on and pulled on the curtain a little to see who was out there.
"From what Chief told me, Galactica should be attacking in the matter of hours Madam President. We should inform the group leaders of this so we are more prepared." Colonel Tigh said breaking the silence in the hideout.
"I agree with the Colonel on this. And the more people off of this planet the better Laura." Tom added in.
"Did you tell Anders of our plan to get the people out of the Detention Center while Galactica is attacking?" Laura turned and looked at Tigh.
"I didn't think he wanted to since…"
"Since Kara was taken." Laura said sighing as she finished Tigh's sentence. "It might help him."
"The man has been a walking zombie the pass four months." Tom said before taking a sip of water from his cup.
"I have noticed this too but lately he's done nothing but blow up Cylons left and right trying to find her. Kara can't be dead, she's too strong not to put up a fight." Tigh paused and looked down at the ground with his remaining eye.
"She put up one hell of a before those Centurions dragged her through the streets unconscious." Tom said.
"Can you believe Tyrol came up to me telling me that Kara was alive and back yesterday evening? What a sick joke to play on us like that." Tigh said as his grip tightened on his make shifted cane.
"Really? Tyrol said that Kara was back?" Laura asked, she had heard rumors but didn't believe them. "Then where is she?"
Kara had forgotten the voices of Laura Roslin, Tom Zarek and Saul Tigh. She wanted to go out there to tell them that she was alive and was back but decided to stay with Sam. She lied back down on the cot and snuggled up close to him, wrapping her arms around him. They can wait until later.
Sam stirred as his wife got back into bed. "Kara?" He asked sleepily before he suddenly heard the voices for himself and his eyes popped instantly open. "What is it?" His body tense and was alert.
"Hey, clam down, its okay. It's nothing," she said quietly and softly. "It's just Laura, Tom and Tigh outside the room." Sam started to sit up in the cot. "Do you know what's going on? I thought you said that only Tigh, Chief, and you knew about this place?" Kara sat behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest. She rubbed his chest and kissed the back of his neck and shoulders. "You should get dress and see what's going on?"
While he was very tempted to just stay where he was, enjoying being in the arms of his wife, but he was curious. He didn't know that Zarek and Roslin knew the location of their base. It was something that they had been talking about, perhaps something happened. Sam nodded and grabbed for his clothes. "Yeah, I think we should," he said pulling on his pants and handing her clothes as well.
Kara sat here debating on whether to join him or not. Frak it! She got up, threw on her black tank top and green pants. She sat back on the cot and laced up her boots. Some how she felt like she needed to ready herself for some jaw dropping action.
"You ready?" He asked her before giving her one last kiss.
"Ready as I will be I guess." Sam pulled back the curtain and step out before she did. She hesitated for a second and came out of the room.
"Anders just the person we need to talk to…" Laura said before she paused in shock.
Everyone fell silent as Kara walked up and stood next to Sam. She wrapped her arm around his and didn't say a word. Three pairs of eyes were glued on Kara. Sam's expression was carefully blank as he came to a stop in front of the group.
"Anders," Laura began to smile. "I see you found your wife."
Sam smiled wrapping an arm around Kara. "Indeed I did Madam President. Well actually she found me. Those messages we got on the computers two days ago that we didn't know where they were coming from. It was Kara sending out transmissions from the Detention Center."
Kara looked up at Sam and smiled at him, but it slowly vanished. She still didn't say a word; she was also not looking at anyone in their eyes. Everyone was asking her questions all at once, some being too personal for her. The more questions, the more she started to feel uncomfortable. She looked up at Sam, but he was to busy answering her questions for her. She thought that this was going to easier than she thought. She was still clinging on to Sam's arm.
Kara needed to get out of here, she felt like she needed to scream. "Sam?" She whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry but could we... go please. I don't feel too comfortable here. What about Kacey?"
"Kacey? Who's Kacey?" Laura asked.
Sam pulled Kara closer to his side aware that she was, to say the least, uncomfortable. Sam sighed and glanced down at Kara his eyes asking if she wanted them all to know about the child or not. "Madam President, it's a matter between my wife and myself at the moment. It'll be up to her to inform you on the matter," he said softly. He didn't know whether or not to say anything about the little girl, but clearly at some point, it would have to come out.
Shaking her head no, Kara walked over to back to the storage area that Sam and her had just came out of and grabbed her holster. She came back out with it around her hips and placed her gun in it. She was also fiddling with a six inch knife. "I'll tell and show you who Kacey is after Sam and I rescue her and bring her home," Kara softly told Laura. Her eyes traveled back up to Sam. She tucked the knife in the back of her pants. "Ready?" Kara didn't care that she had friends surrounding her that haven't seen her in months. Her mind wasn't even in the right place to talk to them. She was focusing on the mission to save her daughter from her insane father.