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11 January 2007 @ 10:29 pm
Fic: All the Fun, Anders/Dee  
*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."


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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weissmanweissman on January 12th, 2007 12:32 pm (UTC)
That was fun!

lizardbeth: K-A Rapturelizardbeth_j on January 12th, 2007 06:37 pm (UTC)
someone was going to write it eventualy. I figured it might as well be me. :)
weissmanweissman on January 12th, 2007 07:37 pm (UTC)
Pretty cool, again

entertaining in a disturbing way: Ardra - devil made me do itlyssie on January 12th, 2007 01:10 pm (UTC)
HAH. Sam got laid, and Kara went to the infirmary and never got laid. *smug*
lizardbeth: Anders Thudlizardbeth_j on January 12th, 2007 06:33 pm (UTC)
yep. Silly Kara. But then, she probably has forgotten that Sam had more groupies on Caprica than the Bucs won games. He can get someone else whenever he wants.
entertaining in a disturbing way: Kara I can kill you... by timjrlyssie on January 13th, 2007 12:14 am (UTC)
Kara says she's his biggest fan. And it's unfair that she's all bruised and bloody and stuck with Lee, who doesn't even give HEAD. And Sam's with Dee, who's hot.
lizardbeth: Anderslizardbeth_j on January 13th, 2007 12:40 am (UTC)
Sam says that Kara should be more careful what she wishes for. If she really thinks she made a mistake, he's in the observation room getting drunk. She should probably hurry up because he'd gonna pass out soon.
entertaining in a disturbing way: Kara Plays well... by timjrlyssie on January 13th, 2007 12:51 am (UTC)
She says Cottle is keeping her for observation, in case she has a concussion. But she'll send Lee, since he's free.
lizardbeth: Sam_Leelizardbeth_j on January 13th, 2007 02:27 am (UTC)
Sam says okay. He'll have security make her a tape and she can watch from her bed to help with the boredom.
entertaining in a disturbing way: Kara Anders Peace SPOILERlyssie on January 13th, 2007 03:05 am (UTC)
Kara says yay. And Lee wants to know why Sam thinks he doesn't go down on Dee. He says his honor as a well-educated sex-machine is at stake.
lizardbeth: K-A Rapturelizardbeth_j on January 13th, 2007 03:24 am (UTC)
Sam says she seemed very surprised, so he naturally assumed she hadn't experienced it before. If he was wrong, perhaps Lee should demonstrate his mad going-down skillz when he finally arrives at the room.
daybreak777daybreak777 on January 12th, 2007 07:40 pm (UTC)
Yay, someone wrote Anders/Dee! I couldn’t quite see Anders going for it, but this is very convincing. And I love your Dee. Yay, for notdoormat!Dee!

Fave lines:

"Come on, it’s not like you leave much to the imagination." Hee, arms!

"Why should they have all the fun?"

Yeah, why indeed?
lizardbeth: Anders Thudlizardbeth_j on January 13th, 2007 12:01 am (UTC)
I don't really think either of them would do it, but with anger and booze,I thought... maybe. And 'maybe' is good enough for porn, right? *g*

AND yes ARMPORN! I love how Anders dresses. yum.
daybreak777daybreak777 on January 13th, 2007 09:03 am (UTC)
Maybe is always good enough for porn. Always.

(Pleasantly distracted by your icon, sigh.)
zahdahezahdahe on January 13th, 2007 05:55 pm (UTC)
dee and anders in the sexah place!
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You wrote porn for Dee! Yay! Those two needed to let off some of the anger that they both have. Can they have a 'rematch' pretty please. Gods!Hotness Couple who are not doomed!
lizardbeth: Anderslizardbeth_j on January 13th, 2007 10:48 pm (UTC)
Re: dee and anders in the sexah place!
lol, you're welcome! poor Dee, she especially needs some lovin', doesn't she? She might need a little comfort from Sam later, so I certainly won't say 'no' to the possibility...
Agent Provocateurdaera23 on January 14th, 2007 05:10 pm (UTC)
always love to be a fly on the wall for Sam and Dee. It's not hard to see that the curiosity could be there in the right place and time. And love that Sam is the giver here.

Thanks for writing!
lizardbeth: Anders want it?lizardbeth_j on January 15th, 2007 01:44 am (UTC)
thanks. It's definitely a pairing sort of waiting to happen, isn't it? And neither of them are exactly hard to look at, which doesn't hurt, either for me writing or each other getting curious. *g*
The Proverbial Bull in a China Shop...: Deesabaceanbabe on February 7th, 2007 07:15 pm (UTC)
This baby fits right into canon. Lovely. The voices are just right.

Thank you.
lizardbeth: Anderslizardbeth_j on February 7th, 2007 09:44 pm (UTC)
Dude! If you're catching up to this one, does that mean you already finished your Shagathon fic? *squints at you suspiciously*

and thanks! *grin*
The Proverbial Bull in a China Shop...sabaceanbabe on February 7th, 2007 10:04 pm (UTC)
Oh, hell no. The muses aren't cooperating here at work, so I read fic over lunch. I think I'm down to 172 fics in the queue. *headdesk*

I still haven't started the ShAgathon fic, but I plan to work on that tonight. Yes.

And if you see me hanging out on LJ instead, please smack me.
Allison: Lee/Deefrolicndetour on March 8th, 2008 11:07 pm (UTC)
Ohh, loved this one too.

"Sam, what are you - " she started and shrieked when he tongued her clit.

Is it wrong that this made me grin from ear to ear? Probably.