Kara walked back from the marketplace, though calling seventeen small tents and an open-air barber shop was pushing the definition. It was colonial spirit that made her willing to slop through mud, though she didn't jog on New Caprica. Sometimes she imagined the sound of clanking deck under her steps and missed it.
Sometimes she remembered the life cycle of pilots; training, flying CAP, drinking hard, getting blown the frak up.
Mostly, though, she let her hair grow and loved her husband. He was still Pyramid-mad, and she expected if there was ever another pro league, he'd be first in line to hire on. The former fleet officers were supervisors at different projects on the settlement, and Sam made sure he found scrap metal and a flat area for a Pyramid court. It was a real life, with real dirt caked on boots, and a real man to chide her for it even as he grinned at her arrival.
Kara toed out of her old regulation boots, and stepped into the lighter shoes Sam had found for 'inside the house.' He took the mesh bag of vegetables from her, and kissed her forehead - the only part of her really clean enough to kiss. She was supervising digging for a foundation, and sometimes it was just easier to dig herself than explain her vague grasp of basic construction.
"I have some water ready, and then the bed is all yours," he told her sweetly.
Their tent was tiny, and he took up just about all the space everywhere, but she loved it. Kara grinned as she stripped off dirty tanks.
"Sounds boring. You know, I got married to avoid an empty bed."
She'd been exhausted, but Sam was clean and his body was always hot to the touch. He cuddled with one arm and got the other one the frak out of her way. He kept quiet even when neither of them could sleep, because he knew what she knew about him; a good night's sleep no longer had to be her own to feel better.
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Date: 2010-11-10 03:55 am (UTC)Sometimes she remembered the life cycle of pilots; training, flying CAP, drinking hard, getting blown the frak up.
Mostly, though, she let her hair grow and loved her husband. He was still Pyramid-mad, and she expected if there was ever another pro league, he'd be first in line to hire on. The former fleet officers were supervisors at different projects on the settlement, and Sam made sure he found scrap metal and a flat area for a Pyramid court. It was a real life, with real dirt caked on boots, and a real man to chide her for it even as he grinned at her arrival.
Kara toed out of her old regulation boots, and stepped into the lighter shoes Sam had found for 'inside the house.' He took the mesh bag of vegetables from her, and kissed her forehead - the only part of her really clean enough to kiss. She was supervising digging for a foundation, and sometimes it was just easier to dig herself than explain her vague grasp of basic construction.
"I have some water ready, and then the bed is all yours," he told her sweetly.
Their tent was tiny, and he took up just about all the space everywhere, but she loved it. Kara grinned as she stripped off dirty tanks.
"Sounds boring. You know, I got married to avoid an empty bed."
She'd been exhausted, but Sam was clean and his body was always hot to the touch. He cuddled with one arm and got the other one the frak out of her way. He kept quiet even when neither of them could sleep, because he knew what she knew about him; a good night's sleep no longer had to be her own to feel better.