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rabid1stSomeone from my former fandom was looking for this very early ficlet and I managed to find a copy of it on my old computer. So, I thought I would post it here. If you are not nostalgic, no need to bother about this one, which I appear to have worked on with Latteaddict! It is a bit rough and very raunchy, so be warned. Mature Audiences Only.
Title: TURNABOUT
Author: latteaddict & rabid1st
Date: 30.5.06
Rating: NC-17, MA
Archive: The Fallout Shelter
Warnings: Graphic sex
Spoilers: LDYB2
Pairing: Lee/Kara with a special appearance by Samuel T. Anders
Word Count: 5,300 +
Disclaimers: I don't own them wish I did
Summary: Competition fic – does porn need a summary? BUNKROOM SCENE REDUX
Lee was feeling nauseous from the minute he heard Kara had returned safely with him. It was like his worst nightmare had descended upon him. Harpies were gouging out bits of his flesh. He had trouble keeping his head up, his shoulders back. There was a not-so-secret part of Lee that had hoped the guy would never be found. Or maybe found but married with a kid on the way, and unable to recall who Starbuck was exactly.
Lee snorted to himself. As if anyone who had ever met Kara would be able to forget her. He knew. He’d tried.
Lee headed towards the Senior Pilot’s bunkroom and tried to convince himself to turn around and go visit Anastasia instead. There would be no heartache with her, just a warm, soft, willing body. His feet never faltered. He had to see it with his own eyes before he would accept the truth of it.
He was outside the hatch before he knew it. A soft giggle filled his ears and then his heart. His hand faltered reaching for the door handle. A deeper chuckle mixed with Kara’s and Lee entered the hatch so fast, instinct driving him to put a stop to whatever was going on in there.
The bottom dropped out of Lee’s world.
They were kissing. They were kissing and laughing. There was alcohol. He could smell it. He latched onto it as a palliative explanation. A drunk and happy Kara would kiss anyone. It didn’t have to mean anything. Unless he let it mean something.
Lee swallowed down his pride and found courage from thin air. “Gods, I guess they’ll let anybody in here these days.” He hoped he sounded normal. The last thing he needed was to sound petulant.
He refused to look at the man next to Kara. Sam Anders shouldn’t be there. Lee wasn’t ready yet to acknowledge his existence. The way Kara lit up though, and started hurrying towards him, commanded his attention anyway. The sight filled Lee’s vision until he could only see her.
“Hey!” Came her excited response at seeing him.
Lee muttered back, “Hey,” Just before Kara threw her arms around him. Gods, she was soft and warm. Lee held her tight, unwilling to let go. He wondered if she could feel his heart banging against his ribs.
Kara whispered “Hi,” as she squeezed him tight.
When she inhaled deeply against his neck, Lee was unable to keep any false distance. He held her tighter and dropped his voice for her ears alone. “Welcome back.”
Kara pulled away and gripped his shoulders. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Lee drew her back and kissed that pretty mouth of hers. She tasted like Caprican White Label. Lee almost smiled. She’d brought back booze and a professional pyramid player from the cinder of their home world. Priorities like those were just too adorable for words. As he tightened his grip, Kara squeaked in surprise, but didn’t squirm away. To Lee’s delight, she squirmed closer. Lee dominated the push forward, bracing her so she wouldn’t fall backwards.
He teased her lips open, demanding entrance. Kara gasped and licked out with her tongue. Lee felt something ignite inside him. His body was on fire. And that’s exactly when he lost control.
Taking hold of her upper arms, he waltzed Kara backwards until the bend of her knees hit the centre table. Then, he lowered her down, making sure never to break contact. He never wanted to let go. He wanted to feel her mouth over every inch of his skin, and taste every inch of her at the same time. The blood was roaring in his ears.
Kara’s fingers dug into his hair and shoulder, pulling, tugging. She wanted him closer and Lee was more than happy to oblige. He spared a hand from stroking her so he could start popping his jacket buttons open. The sooner they were skin to skin the better.
A vague noise distantly reached Lee’s ears and suddenly he remembered they weren’t alone. He forced himself away from the wet furnace that was Kara’s mouth and looked up. Kara groaned in protest, but being presented with the stretch of his neck, she happily latched on. The sucking heat of her blurred Lee’s vision for a moment as he stared along the length of the table.
The man, who had been the single threat to Lee’s happiness for the last few months, stared back with understandable outrage. Lee didn’t give a frak. As Kara’s teeth grazed over his pulse point, Lee shifted his grip on her, cradling her closer. His eyes flashed a serious territorial warning at Sam Anders.
Sam stood. The loud scrape of his chair snapped Kara back to reality. “Shit.” She hissed against Lee’s flushed skin.
Just before she pushed him off, Lee purposely slid his hand beneath her C-Bucks sweater and dragged it across the soft skin of her belly. The way she trembled at his touch gave Lee the confidence he needed to endure the immediate confrontation. He could take on a squadron of Raiders right about now if he knew Kara would be waiting for him afterward.
“That’s just great, Kara.” Sam spat out. “You could’ve mentioned that you were involved with someone.” He noisily shoved his chair back in as he glared at both of them.
“Sam……” Kara faltered, obviously trying to find the right words. “That wasn’t…I‘m not…Lee isn’t…..frak!”
Sam sneered. “Frak is right. I’ll just leave so you two can continue.”
Kara took a hesitant step forward as if she was going to him. Lee couldn’t have that. Acting quickly, he grabbed Kara around the waist and stepped in, pressing tightly against her back. The heat between their bodies was more than noticeable. The connection helped, because Lee could feel her lean into his chest. He drew his chin down, stroking it along the curve of her neck until his mouth was close behind her ear.
“Choose, Kara,” he muttered. “If he means more to you than me, go to him.”
Kara stiffened against him. She didn’t respond well to pressure. He could feel her muscles growing taut. Tension settled across her shoulders.
Lee knew he was playing with fire allowing her to decide when he could easily rely on his physical advantage. Kara might regret it in the morning but Lee was fairly sure she’d go along with anything he suggested tonight. However, given a choice, she seemed to always choose the opposite of whatever he wanted just to be contrary.
So he whispered again, “You know I won’t be lonely without you.” Even as he spoke, Lee’s earlier nausea came back in a rush. This game was too risky. And the blatant lie was making him panic. Loneliness was the most prominent feeling he felt with Dualla. In some ways, his relationship with her was even emptier than his one with Shevon. But Kara couldn’t know that, not yet.
She reacted with predictability, trying to wrench free of his grip. She grabbed at his hand, still cupped around her waist, and tried to pry it off. Lee quickly trapped her hand by landing his other on top. It shaped up like a metaphor, Kara desperate to be free, Lee holding on. She struggled until Lee bit firmly into the side her neck, catching soft golden strands in his mouth. More startled than bruised, she squeaked sharply and then seemed to go boneless in his arms. Lee shifted his grip to pull her closer.
His soft plea was little more than steam in her ear. “Please love me as much as I love you.” But it caught her attention.
Lee briefly wondered why he could never keep hold of his pride when it came to her. Kara’s sharp intake of breath and the tremble that wracked through her frame told him his forfeit of pride was worth it. She twisted in his arms, turning to face him and placed her palms flat against his chest. Her eyes were sparkling like a sea full of stars.
“Did you say you love me?”
Sam bellowed with incredulity. “Oh, for frak’s sake.”
Both of them turned to Sam and yelled in unison. “Shut up.”
Kara faced him again. A strange vulnerability altered her features, turning her into a remarkably pretty girl. “Say it again, Lee.”
Lee’s heart was pounding. “I love you.”
“Do you really mean it?”
A smile twitched the corner of his mouth but he measured out the words with as much solemnity as he could manage. “I am completely in love with you.”
“I’m not dreaming it this time?” Her unshielded heart was in her eyes.
“You weren’t dreaming it last time.” He finally confessed.
They both jumped as the hatch slammed shut.
“Oh!” Kara’s _expression became pained as fresh guilt gnawed at her. She hated hurting people it was one of the puzzling contradictions in her character. Luckily, Lee understood.
He cupped her face and brought her full attention back to him. “Kara, you only knew him for a week. He’ll get over it.”
“But I made a promise……”
“And you kept it. You rescued him and he owes you everything. You owe him nothing.”
Kara bit her lip and stared over his shoulder toward the hatch. Then, she slowly nodded, allowing those truths to sink in. The contemplative mood melted away and she smiled, her playfulness finally returning. “Am I supposed to owe you something?”
Lee thought for a moment, there were so many things he wished he could say. He wanted to lay claim to everything, every inch of her heart, mind and body. Lee wanted it all. But he couldn’t in all honesty say she owed him anything. Still, if he were any other man…
“Only a chance.”
Kara closed her eyes for a few moments as if thinking this over and Lee couldn’t resist stealing a soft kiss. Her lashes fluttered and opened to reveal huge hazel eyes filled with warmth and something Lee had only ever dreamed he would see. His pulse spiked instantly. He got a lightheaded rush from it. And an even greater high from the way her voice came out husky.
“Lock the hatch.”
Lee obeyed without thinking, but not without questioning. “Why am I locking…?” His mind finally caught up with the march of events and his voice trailed off as he heard the grate of a zipper being lowered. He spun around to look at her again.
“Because I love you, too,” she said as she shrugged the thin material off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She had her head down, concentrating with the deliberate motions of the nearly inebriated. Her fingers were tugging at the drawstring of her sweatpants before Lee recovered the ability to speak.
“You…I’m…what?” he said. As speeches went it wasn’t his best one. His brain seemed to have short circuited. He could feel it tossing sparks. His whole body was overheating. Of all the things he’d expected her to say, ‘I love you, too,’ wasn’t even in the running.
Kara glanced up from her task at his sputtering. “Lee?” She frowned a little, narrowing her eyes at him. “You’re face is very red.”
It was like something out of a dream. One he’d had recurrently as a teenager. The most beautiful girl in the world would tell him she loved him or wanted him or wanted something from him and he would just stand there tongue-tied and red-faced. Eventually, she would laugh and walk away.
Say something, damn it, he thought as Kara shimmied free of her pants. But his tongue was apparently on strike. His right hand managed a fluttering gesture which could have meant anything. Kara grinned and twiddled her fingers at him. Mortified, Lee squeezed his eyes shut, clonking his head against the cold metal hatch behind him.
Kara laughed. The loud raucous sound made Lee’s stomach fill with ice water. She would be leaving now. Determined to take it like a man he forced his eyes open again. Instead of walking away, Kara had sashayed closer to him. And she kept coming.
As she approached, Lee’s gaze dropped from her eyes to her full mouth and then slid lower. He lingered over the swell of her breast and took a leisurely glide along the curves of her tight abs. Finally, he fixated on the sway of her hips. She was wearing serviceable olive drab briefs. He wanted them off.
His hands bracketed her pelvis, thumbs hooking under the waistband of her briefs. She crossed his personal-space boundary and pressed her palms against his abdomen, sliding her hands up under his tanks. As she pushed his tanks higher the silken skin of her belly rubbed against his bare midriff.
“Oh, Gods, Kara,” he breathed, letting his hands drift down until they scooped under her smooth bottom.
Her mouth was a whisper away from his lips when she tilted her head quizzically and said, “No wonder your face is red. You’re overdressed, Commander.”
“It is hot in here,” he agreed smugly before his mouth devoured hers.
His brass clinked as his jacket hit the floor. But shedding his tanks required him to let go of her and break their kiss and he was reluctant to do either. They had a small tug of war over the removal. Kara clearly wanted to rip his clothes off but was finding them stubbornly resistant to tearing. Lee didn’t want to spare his hands from the far more important work of pleasuring her. Finally, she gave up on his tanks and turned her attention to his belt, slipping the buckle tongue free of the leather strap. His zipper came next.
When her probing fingers found flesh, Lee gasped. His body arched, pulling his lips away from the steam heat of her mouth. His hands stopped moving. He forgot about everything else but what Kara was doing below his beltline. She took advantage of his shocked stillness and slithered down his form, kissing and nipping her way lower. Lee dipped his chin a little so he could watch her.
That mouth. Those moist, full lips. parting. That slick, strong tongue, lapping. The molten heat of it all pulling at him like he was a bottle of ambrosia she’d up-ended for a drink.
And her hands. More than half of it was the tugging, kneading play of her fingers. They’d established a stroking rhythm with her mouth, spreading heat and moisture. But they weren’t content with worrying his swollen member. They strayed, now and then sweeping up his torso or gliding back over his balls and bare bottom. Kara gathered his energy, encouraging his blood to flow toward her. There really was nothing but her. Lee understood that.
His hips rocked and his stomach muscles trembled. Heavy ribbons of her hair, slid through his grasping fingers. Kara murmured happy encouragement when he groaned. Her sound was pure ecstasy. His had a guttural satisfaction.
He was going to bounce. Climax. Like this. Half-naked by the door. Gods willing, he would spill into the heated cup of her mouth but he couldn’t check the tide.
Her lips brushed his taut glans. Her tongue slurped to the tip of his shaft and her fingers completed their relentless stroke, soft pads thumping rhythmically over straining and exquisitely sensitive flesh. Lee tried to hold on but it felt too good. His lashes fluttered closed. His eyes rolled up and back and his mouth opened on a sustained moan as he sprayed a stripe of opaque fluid along Kara cheek and chin and dribbled another band onto her chest.
They formed a frozen tableau of dismay. Lee’s heart sank into his stomach.
Kara blinked and sputtered and then said, “Oh, crap, Lee. I’m sorry.”
She was sorry?
Lee tried to fit her apology into his worldview and failed. In his experience you had to pay a woman a great deal of money before she found this sort of thing even slightly amusing. But Kara was obviously feeling both contrite and amused. Fighting down a snicker, she wiped her fingers through the trail he’d left, only to find she had nowhere to wipe her sticky hand. She studied the mess through squinted eyes. Two relatively clean fingers pressed to her lips, attempting to hold back an even heartier guffaw.
Lee shook his head. She really wasn’t angry at him. “What’s so funny?” he finally asked.
She gazed up at him. Her lush lashes partially veiled the merry gleam in her eyes. But nothing could hide her bright smile as she gently chided, “I said you could give me a bath, not a shower.”
“Well, now you need a bath,” he countered, as if getting her suitably grungy had been his plan all along. "We wouldn't want to waste water."
“Oh,” she cried, bounding to her feet so energetically she nearly toppled into him. “Do you think the bathroom is empty?”
“No,” he said, forcefully. He gripped her elbows, restraining her and her enthusiasm.
“No?” she pouted, glancing down at her semen soaked bra. “But I’m sticky.”
“We are not leaving this room for anything short of a Cylon Basestar attacking,” Lee insisted. “It’s too risky.” He was already kicking free of his shoes and the pants that had been around his ankles.
After Lee pulled off his tanks, he noticed that Kara had gone still and completely quiet. She was staring at him, an appreciative glint in her eyes. He moistened his lips, starting to worry. Her gaze followed the glide of his tongue. The guilt of coming over her cheek still burned him, but nothing seemed to tarnish Kara’s good mood.
She stepped away from him with a long, gliding movement. A chair scraped noisily as she dragged it out from the end of the table.
“Sit.” Her tone had turned from playful to commanding.
Lee was more than intrigued but he couldn’t let this pass without some show of resistance. “I thought it was my turn to give the orders.”
“Who said we were taking turns?” Kara purred.
He slouched into the indicated seat. His legs splayed casually as he got comfortable, his cock still limp from its recent exertion. If she wanted a good look at him, he’d give her a good look. The way her skin glowed under the harsh lights caused his eyes to dink her in. Her bra was ruined, and he still wanted her out of those briefs.
“So, I’m slave labor?” he asked.
Kara didn’t answer. She settled her hip against the edge of the table, so close he could feel the heat pouring off of her. Leaning back, she snagged the wine and took a swig, offering it to him next. Lee had the bottle tipped up as she casually stripped off her bra. Balling it up, she cleaned his mess from her skin. Then, she casually tossed the undergarment off to the side.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.”
“Lee, you’re staring at my chest.” She teased lightly, obviously pleased.
Somehow he managed to drag his eyes back to her face, “Well, those…” Deliberately dropping his eyes again, “Are beautiful.” He put the wine on the floor, his eyes never leaving her gently rising and falling chest.
“You are single-minded,” Kara smirked, “I’ll give you that. Want a closer look?” She stepped forward to stand between his legs. He tried to look up into her face but she set her palm on the top of his head and said, “Uh-uh.” She bent at the waist, one hand clutching in his hair to guide his head, the other holding onto his shoulder. Her breasts swung before him.
Immediately he tried to cup them, but Kara hissed in his face, “Hands off.”
That was nearly enough to make him grab her and toss her onto the table; instead he gripped the legs of the chair to keep his itching fingers out of temptation’s way.
She kissed him hard, not playful like before, drawing his lip taut after between her clenched teeth. After she released him she said, “You made a mess, now clean it up.”
As he stretched forward, she leaned a little closer, making it easier for him to lick her face. Lee kept moving back to her sugar lips, causing her to giggle. “Leeee…”
“Hmmm?” He hummed against her lips before nibbling his way down her neck.
His scent was all over her, marking her as his. Kara arched closer to give him access to her collar bone, his chin brushing over the tops of her breasts. She was driving him crazy on purpose. Her breathing turned to panting as his lips finally met the softest flesh he’d ever felt. Unable to restrain his hands any longer, he wrapped them around the sweet curve of her ass and dragged her closer. Kara straightened and Lee placed soft sucking kisses around her left breast, paying particular attention to the underside. Her hardened nipple felt like heaven against his tongue.
“Oh gods, oh……”
She ran her fingers through his hair and held him close to her breast as he sucked. He played with the elastic of her underwear, tucking his fingers beneath, the memory of the last time he’d been this close to her flooding his mind. A stab of pain from the remembered rejection glided between his ribs but Kara unknowingly pushed it away as she grabbed the sides of his face and moved him to her other breast.
“I want you so much,” she breathed, her voice catching in a gasp.
His hunger only seemed to increase the more he tasted her, and she still wasn’t completely naked. His fingers tried to do too much and became insistent as they tugged down the soft cotton material of her briefs, but the boldness only brought Kara back to her senses.
“No.” She pushed away and shook her head, a sinful grin etched on her face. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.”
“I thought we weren’t taking turns,” Lee reminded her.
“It’s a figure of speech,” Kara giggled. “You know, you make a pretty mouthy audience.”
“I’m an audience?”
Kara walked backwards and sat on the table, she wiggled back until her legs were off the ground. Lee felt extra naked without her next him, but as Kara slowly spread her legs he forgot – everything.
She leaned back slightly on one arm and ran her hand down her stomach, stopping at the top of her underwear. The harsh bunkroom light kept nothing from Lee’s hungry gaze.
“Close your mouth, Lee.”
He swallowed and gave her a pleading look.
“Frak, Kara.”
His cock had finally come twitching back to life. She laughed, rich and low, and then let her hand trail over the slightly damp material between her legs. Lee was mesmerized as she pressed and stroked, touching herself in a way he had every intention of repeating. The smell of her arousal filled his nose, and Lee stood up in a rush as she finally slipped her hand beneath the elastic.
“What’s the matter, Lee?” She panted as she squirmed against her own hand. “You’d rather be a slave than an audience?”
Lee stepped towards her and grabbed her knees. “I can’t see,” he growled. “These cheap seats suck.”
“Oh, yeah, get closer then,” she teased.
She arched back, mouth hanging open as Lee watched her knuckles make odd shapes beneath the olive material. “You got a good view now?” Her voice got higher as she worked herself closer to release.
“Damn it, Kara,” Lee snarled.
He seized her wrist and pulled her hand away from its busy work. Then, he wrapped a hand behind each of her knees, drawing them back together. Resting her ankles on his shoulders, he fisted her underwear.
“Up.” He demanded and Kara complied, lifting her ass so he could drag the soft material around the curve of her hips and then up her elevated legs. He drew them off slowly, torturing himself, keeping his eyes locked on hers. She bent one knee, then the other, and gave him a saucy wink. Lee tossed the briefs over his shoulder. The air felt electric around them. Lee grabbed her hips and slid her closer to the edge of the table.
“Now what?” She said with mock innocence.
“Now, I can see.”
Lee gently lifted her ankles off his shoulders and placing her feet wide spread on the edge of the table. His cock was fully erect again and he could hear his heart beat in his ears. There was no resistance as he spread her, instead she bit her bottom lip and arched off the table.
Lee stood there, unable to move as she slipped her fingers back down and spread herself.
“Is this what you wanted a look at?” Her breath hitched, fingers finding the perfect spot. They slid into willing flesh, slick and easy.
Lee couldn’t speak, only nod like a dumb struck fool as he sank back into his chair. She was so perfect and more than he ever thought possible. His mouth filled with saliva as he watched her work herself into a thrashing frenzy and then, no longer able to resist, he slithered off the edge of his seat. Falling to his knees, he sucked, licked, nibbled and otherwise slaved away for her.
Kara climaxed a third time for Lee’s mouth and lay gasping, ready to surrender. But instead of asking for her white flag, he straightened. Bracing against the table, he climbed to his feet, knees aching a little. The metal floor was hard and unforgiving. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, restoring some circulation and then crawled across Kara for the White Label. The swollen length of his cock caressed her inner thigh and bobbed suggestively against her belly as he retrieved the bottle.
“Damn, that’s thirsty work,” he smirked, before taking a long pull of alcohol.
“Gimme,” Kara said, proud of herself for putting syllables together in the right order. She held up a grasping hand. And Lee placed the bottle against her palm. It took her a minute to gather her strength. She groaned as she sat up to drink. After draining a good third of the remaining alcohol away she said, “You know, Commander. I just want to remind you that I need to breathe at least once an hour.”
“Did I tell you to scream?”
“It’s not as sincere if you have to tell me,” she mumbled, her eyes drifting down his bare abs to his cock.
“You wanna watch me, now?” He asked, stoking a hand down his length, spreading the beads of his pre-cum. “Turnabout is fairplay.”
Kara shook her head. “I’m more of a doer,” she said.
She’d dropped her knees to the side as she’d sat up but she let them splay open again. Lee edged closer until he could settle the head of his cock against her. She gave easily, eager for more of him.
He braced both hands, one on each of her knees, holding her wide open as he slid just his tip into her moist heat. Oh, that was good, right there. He wanted to thrust deep but he held back. She was pressed up on her elbows so when she arched her spine her hair swung like a golden pendulum. Lee pulled out. Waited for her to draw in a gulp of air and then returned to her folds. He kept on teasing her until she started to buck and squirm off the table edge, desperate to have him all the way inside.
“Unuh,” he said. “Turns out we are taking turns.”
Her fingers reached down, intent on her sweet spot but he intercepted her hand. Encircling her wrist, he drew her palm up to his lips and kissed and licked along it. He closed his eyes as he sucked each of her fingers. The close quarters meant he had to go a little further into her slick core. It was harder to pull out afterward but he managed it. His stomach muscles were trembling and Kara’s cockiness came flooding back.
“Oh, yeah…doesn’t that feel good?” She goaded. “Hot. Tight. Wet. I’m really wet for you, Lee. Come on. You know you want to frak me raw. Make my knees buckle. Just hold on to my ass with both hands and…”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He growled. “You’d like to see me lose control?”
“I’d like to see you have a good time for once,” Kara said softly.
Her beautiful eyes opened wide as she stared up at him and he felt everything he was spinning out of control, like a Viper with no lateral stabilizers. Groaning, he pulled out and then swiftly gathered her into his arms and carried her to the nearest bunk. Placing her into it, he slipped in on top of her, fitting his body to hers and going all the way into her. He ground her under him, his tongue in her mouth, his hands in her hair and his cock….oh, what she was doing to it as she writhed under him. But now that he’d come this far he didn’t want to move away from her at all. He lifted his weight, shifting it a little so she could breath easier and then went straight back to balling her.
Kara only remained passive for a few strokes. It wasn’t like her and it couldn’t last. But Lee enjoyed it to the fullest while it did. He smiled when it struck him that he’d rendered her essentially immobile. Something he’d never managed in hand-to-hand combat. Her writhing was simply an animal reaction to each penetration.
It didn’t take long for the fiery Kara he loved to come crashing back into the fray, though.
She wasn’t the sort to just lay there and take it. And Lee didn’t mind at all. He could use a little give and take right about now.
As her hands ghosted down his sides she shifted her mouth and bit under his jaw. “More,” She demanded.
Lee faltered slightly as she raised her legs, wrapping one behind his knee and the other around his ass. The shift in angle made her passage squeeze his cock, so tight it left him breathless.
“How...much…more?” He panted.
“Deeper,” she ground out, “Harder.”
There were physical limits, Lee thought but he still patted blindly along the length of her thigh until he could hook under her knee. He tugged her leg up sharply, making her cry out. As he pulled nearly all the way out she made a strangled noise. The desperate sound spiked through his groin. He saw her claw into the mattress.
“Hold onto me,” he said.
Her hands slapped against his skin. Her fingers pressed insistently at his lower back as her legs urged him closer. He plunged forward. Time and again, he crashed into her, knowing she could take anything, everything he had to give.
Kara screamed. Bucked. Broke.
It shocked the frak out of him. The previous three times his head had been muffled between soft thighs but this time there was no cushioning effect, no safe distance. Was she weeping, crying? Had he hurt her? No, she was laughing, a burbling happy sound as she struggled for air. Lee was so close to release he couldn’t stop nor hold back. He simply kept taking her with a single minded determination as she flailed, fighting for breath in the midst of her orgasm. Letting go of her leg he slipped his hand between then and fumbled momentarily.
“That all you got?” He said, trying to sound smug but missing it by a mile.
The pulsing around his cock eased as she gasped, “Frak you, Ada…...”
But Lee had her mouth. He swallowed his name as he pinched her clit. This time her scream echoed in his head and the melding of sound, sweat, fluids, and slippery pressure made him finally break too. Her body relentlessly milked his cock and Lee went suddenly boneless, collapsing on top of her in a gasping tangle of limbs. She got the better of him, the best of him. Still merciless, her mouth sought his, kissing along his jaw until she latched on. She clutched at his head, holding him steady while trying to steal the precious breath from his lungs.
Laughing, Lee broke away and rolled onto his back; Kara flowed with the motion, still raining kisses over his face and mouth. She seemed somehow permanently attached to his body and the wounded, insecure man inside him pulled energy from her and healed. Lee felt an unexpected rush of tenderness. He gently pushed the sweat dampened hair from her eyes.
“Do you still feel guilty about Anders?”
Kara’s breasts squashed against his chest as she stilled and finally settled comfortably on top of him, her knee sliding between his legs and her head pillowing on his shoulder.
“Who?” She murmured while drawing random patterns on his chest with one finger.
Lee smiled, stroking the satin skin of her back before burying his hand in her hair. He pulled her head up and kissed her mouth. “Never mind,” he said. “He’s not getting a turn.” And then, he kissed her some more.
fin
Title: TURNABOUT
Author: latteaddict & rabid1st
Date: 30.5.06
Rating: NC-17, MA
Archive: The Fallout Shelter
Warnings: Graphic sex
Spoilers: LDYB2
Pairing: Lee/Kara with a special appearance by Samuel T. Anders
Word Count: 5,300 +
Disclaimers: I don't own them wish I did
Summary: Competition fic – does porn need a summary? BUNKROOM SCENE REDUX
Lee was feeling nauseous from the minute he heard Kara had returned safely with him. It was like his worst nightmare had descended upon him. Harpies were gouging out bits of his flesh. He had trouble keeping his head up, his shoulders back. There was a not-so-secret part of Lee that had hoped the guy would never be found. Or maybe found but married with a kid on the way, and unable to recall who Starbuck was exactly.
Lee snorted to himself. As if anyone who had ever met Kara would be able to forget her. He knew. He’d tried.
Lee headed towards the Senior Pilot’s bunkroom and tried to convince himself to turn around and go visit Anastasia instead. There would be no heartache with her, just a warm, soft, willing body. His feet never faltered. He had to see it with his own eyes before he would accept the truth of it.
He was outside the hatch before he knew it. A soft giggle filled his ears and then his heart. His hand faltered reaching for the door handle. A deeper chuckle mixed with Kara’s and Lee entered the hatch so fast, instinct driving him to put a stop to whatever was going on in there.
The bottom dropped out of Lee’s world.
They were kissing. They were kissing and laughing. There was alcohol. He could smell it. He latched onto it as a palliative explanation. A drunk and happy Kara would kiss anyone. It didn’t have to mean anything. Unless he let it mean something.
Lee swallowed down his pride and found courage from thin air. “Gods, I guess they’ll let anybody in here these days.” He hoped he sounded normal. The last thing he needed was to sound petulant.
He refused to look at the man next to Kara. Sam Anders shouldn’t be there. Lee wasn’t ready yet to acknowledge his existence. The way Kara lit up though, and started hurrying towards him, commanded his attention anyway. The sight filled Lee’s vision until he could only see her.
“Hey!” Came her excited response at seeing him.
Lee muttered back, “Hey,” Just before Kara threw her arms around him. Gods, she was soft and warm. Lee held her tight, unwilling to let go. He wondered if she could feel his heart banging against his ribs.
Kara whispered “Hi,” as she squeezed him tight.
When she inhaled deeply against his neck, Lee was unable to keep any false distance. He held her tighter and dropped his voice for her ears alone. “Welcome back.”
Kara pulled away and gripped his shoulders. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Lee drew her back and kissed that pretty mouth of hers. She tasted like Caprican White Label. Lee almost smiled. She’d brought back booze and a professional pyramid player from the cinder of their home world. Priorities like those were just too adorable for words. As he tightened his grip, Kara squeaked in surprise, but didn’t squirm away. To Lee’s delight, she squirmed closer. Lee dominated the push forward, bracing her so she wouldn’t fall backwards.
He teased her lips open, demanding entrance. Kara gasped and licked out with her tongue. Lee felt something ignite inside him. His body was on fire. And that’s exactly when he lost control.
Taking hold of her upper arms, he waltzed Kara backwards until the bend of her knees hit the centre table. Then, he lowered her down, making sure never to break contact. He never wanted to let go. He wanted to feel her mouth over every inch of his skin, and taste every inch of her at the same time. The blood was roaring in his ears.
Kara’s fingers dug into his hair and shoulder, pulling, tugging. She wanted him closer and Lee was more than happy to oblige. He spared a hand from stroking her so he could start popping his jacket buttons open. The sooner they were skin to skin the better.
A vague noise distantly reached Lee’s ears and suddenly he remembered they weren’t alone. He forced himself away from the wet furnace that was Kara’s mouth and looked up. Kara groaned in protest, but being presented with the stretch of his neck, she happily latched on. The sucking heat of her blurred Lee’s vision for a moment as he stared along the length of the table.
The man, who had been the single threat to Lee’s happiness for the last few months, stared back with understandable outrage. Lee didn’t give a frak. As Kara’s teeth grazed over his pulse point, Lee shifted his grip on her, cradling her closer. His eyes flashed a serious territorial warning at Sam Anders.
Sam stood. The loud scrape of his chair snapped Kara back to reality. “Shit.” She hissed against Lee’s flushed skin.
Just before she pushed him off, Lee purposely slid his hand beneath her C-Bucks sweater and dragged it across the soft skin of her belly. The way she trembled at his touch gave Lee the confidence he needed to endure the immediate confrontation. He could take on a squadron of Raiders right about now if he knew Kara would be waiting for him afterward.
“That’s just great, Kara.” Sam spat out. “You could’ve mentioned that you were involved with someone.” He noisily shoved his chair back in as he glared at both of them.
“Sam……” Kara faltered, obviously trying to find the right words. “That wasn’t…I‘m not…Lee isn’t…..frak!”
Sam sneered. “Frak is right. I’ll just leave so you two can continue.”
Kara took a hesitant step forward as if she was going to him. Lee couldn’t have that. Acting quickly, he grabbed Kara around the waist and stepped in, pressing tightly against her back. The heat between their bodies was more than noticeable. The connection helped, because Lee could feel her lean into his chest. He drew his chin down, stroking it along the curve of her neck until his mouth was close behind her ear.
“Choose, Kara,” he muttered. “If he means more to you than me, go to him.”
Kara stiffened against him. She didn’t respond well to pressure. He could feel her muscles growing taut. Tension settled across her shoulders.
Lee knew he was playing with fire allowing her to decide when he could easily rely on his physical advantage. Kara might regret it in the morning but Lee was fairly sure she’d go along with anything he suggested tonight. However, given a choice, she seemed to always choose the opposite of whatever he wanted just to be contrary.
So he whispered again, “You know I won’t be lonely without you.” Even as he spoke, Lee’s earlier nausea came back in a rush. This game was too risky. And the blatant lie was making him panic. Loneliness was the most prominent feeling he felt with Dualla. In some ways, his relationship with her was even emptier than his one with Shevon. But Kara couldn’t know that, not yet.
She reacted with predictability, trying to wrench free of his grip. She grabbed at his hand, still cupped around her waist, and tried to pry it off. Lee quickly trapped her hand by landing his other on top. It shaped up like a metaphor, Kara desperate to be free, Lee holding on. She struggled until Lee bit firmly into the side her neck, catching soft golden strands in his mouth. More startled than bruised, she squeaked sharply and then seemed to go boneless in his arms. Lee shifted his grip to pull her closer.
His soft plea was little more than steam in her ear. “Please love me as much as I love you.” But it caught her attention.
Lee briefly wondered why he could never keep hold of his pride when it came to her. Kara’s sharp intake of breath and the tremble that wracked through her frame told him his forfeit of pride was worth it. She twisted in his arms, turning to face him and placed her palms flat against his chest. Her eyes were sparkling like a sea full of stars.
“Did you say you love me?”
Sam bellowed with incredulity. “Oh, for frak’s sake.”
Both of them turned to Sam and yelled in unison. “Shut up.”
Kara faced him again. A strange vulnerability altered her features, turning her into a remarkably pretty girl. “Say it again, Lee.”
Lee’s heart was pounding. “I love you.”
“Do you really mean it?”
A smile twitched the corner of his mouth but he measured out the words with as much solemnity as he could manage. “I am completely in love with you.”
“I’m not dreaming it this time?” Her unshielded heart was in her eyes.
“You weren’t dreaming it last time.” He finally confessed.
They both jumped as the hatch slammed shut.
“Oh!” Kara’s _expression became pained as fresh guilt gnawed at her. She hated hurting people it was one of the puzzling contradictions in her character. Luckily, Lee understood.
He cupped her face and brought her full attention back to him. “Kara, you only knew him for a week. He’ll get over it.”
“But I made a promise……”
“And you kept it. You rescued him and he owes you everything. You owe him nothing.”
Kara bit her lip and stared over his shoulder toward the hatch. Then, she slowly nodded, allowing those truths to sink in. The contemplative mood melted away and she smiled, her playfulness finally returning. “Am I supposed to owe you something?”
Lee thought for a moment, there were so many things he wished he could say. He wanted to lay claim to everything, every inch of her heart, mind and body. Lee wanted it all. But he couldn’t in all honesty say she owed him anything. Still, if he were any other man…
“Only a chance.”
Kara closed her eyes for a few moments as if thinking this over and Lee couldn’t resist stealing a soft kiss. Her lashes fluttered and opened to reveal huge hazel eyes filled with warmth and something Lee had only ever dreamed he would see. His pulse spiked instantly. He got a lightheaded rush from it. And an even greater high from the way her voice came out husky.
“Lock the hatch.”
Lee obeyed without thinking, but not without questioning. “Why am I locking…?” His mind finally caught up with the march of events and his voice trailed off as he heard the grate of a zipper being lowered. He spun around to look at her again.
“Because I love you, too,” she said as she shrugged the thin material off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She had her head down, concentrating with the deliberate motions of the nearly inebriated. Her fingers were tugging at the drawstring of her sweatpants before Lee recovered the ability to speak.
“You…I’m…what?” he said. As speeches went it wasn’t his best one. His brain seemed to have short circuited. He could feel it tossing sparks. His whole body was overheating. Of all the things he’d expected her to say, ‘I love you, too,’ wasn’t even in the running.
Kara glanced up from her task at his sputtering. “Lee?” She frowned a little, narrowing her eyes at him. “You’re face is very red.”
It was like something out of a dream. One he’d had recurrently as a teenager. The most beautiful girl in the world would tell him she loved him or wanted him or wanted something from him and he would just stand there tongue-tied and red-faced. Eventually, she would laugh and walk away.
Say something, damn it, he thought as Kara shimmied free of her pants. But his tongue was apparently on strike. His right hand managed a fluttering gesture which could have meant anything. Kara grinned and twiddled her fingers at him. Mortified, Lee squeezed his eyes shut, clonking his head against the cold metal hatch behind him.
Kara laughed. The loud raucous sound made Lee’s stomach fill with ice water. She would be leaving now. Determined to take it like a man he forced his eyes open again. Instead of walking away, Kara had sashayed closer to him. And she kept coming.
As she approached, Lee’s gaze dropped from her eyes to her full mouth and then slid lower. He lingered over the swell of her breast and took a leisurely glide along the curves of her tight abs. Finally, he fixated on the sway of her hips. She was wearing serviceable olive drab briefs. He wanted them off.
His hands bracketed her pelvis, thumbs hooking under the waistband of her briefs. She crossed his personal-space boundary and pressed her palms against his abdomen, sliding her hands up under his tanks. As she pushed his tanks higher the silken skin of her belly rubbed against his bare midriff.
“Oh, Gods, Kara,” he breathed, letting his hands drift down until they scooped under her smooth bottom.
Her mouth was a whisper away from his lips when she tilted her head quizzically and said, “No wonder your face is red. You’re overdressed, Commander.”
“It is hot in here,” he agreed smugly before his mouth devoured hers.
His brass clinked as his jacket hit the floor. But shedding his tanks required him to let go of her and break their kiss and he was reluctant to do either. They had a small tug of war over the removal. Kara clearly wanted to rip his clothes off but was finding them stubbornly resistant to tearing. Lee didn’t want to spare his hands from the far more important work of pleasuring her. Finally, she gave up on his tanks and turned her attention to his belt, slipping the buckle tongue free of the leather strap. His zipper came next.
When her probing fingers found flesh, Lee gasped. His body arched, pulling his lips away from the steam heat of her mouth. His hands stopped moving. He forgot about everything else but what Kara was doing below his beltline. She took advantage of his shocked stillness and slithered down his form, kissing and nipping her way lower. Lee dipped his chin a little so he could watch her.
That mouth. Those moist, full lips. parting. That slick, strong tongue, lapping. The molten heat of it all pulling at him like he was a bottle of ambrosia she’d up-ended for a drink.
And her hands. More than half of it was the tugging, kneading play of her fingers. They’d established a stroking rhythm with her mouth, spreading heat and moisture. But they weren’t content with worrying his swollen member. They strayed, now and then sweeping up his torso or gliding back over his balls and bare bottom. Kara gathered his energy, encouraging his blood to flow toward her. There really was nothing but her. Lee understood that.
His hips rocked and his stomach muscles trembled. Heavy ribbons of her hair, slid through his grasping fingers. Kara murmured happy encouragement when he groaned. Her sound was pure ecstasy. His had a guttural satisfaction.
He was going to bounce. Climax. Like this. Half-naked by the door. Gods willing, he would spill into the heated cup of her mouth but he couldn’t check the tide.
Her lips brushed his taut glans. Her tongue slurped to the tip of his shaft and her fingers completed their relentless stroke, soft pads thumping rhythmically over straining and exquisitely sensitive flesh. Lee tried to hold on but it felt too good. His lashes fluttered closed. His eyes rolled up and back and his mouth opened on a sustained moan as he sprayed a stripe of opaque fluid along Kara cheek and chin and dribbled another band onto her chest.
They formed a frozen tableau of dismay. Lee’s heart sank into his stomach.
Kara blinked and sputtered and then said, “Oh, crap, Lee. I’m sorry.”
She was sorry?
Lee tried to fit her apology into his worldview and failed. In his experience you had to pay a woman a great deal of money before she found this sort of thing even slightly amusing. But Kara was obviously feeling both contrite and amused. Fighting down a snicker, she wiped her fingers through the trail he’d left, only to find she had nowhere to wipe her sticky hand. She studied the mess through squinted eyes. Two relatively clean fingers pressed to her lips, attempting to hold back an even heartier guffaw.
Lee shook his head. She really wasn’t angry at him. “What’s so funny?” he finally asked.
She gazed up at him. Her lush lashes partially veiled the merry gleam in her eyes. But nothing could hide her bright smile as she gently chided, “I said you could give me a bath, not a shower.”
“Well, now you need a bath,” he countered, as if getting her suitably grungy had been his plan all along. "We wouldn't want to waste water."
“Oh,” she cried, bounding to her feet so energetically she nearly toppled into him. “Do you think the bathroom is empty?”
“No,” he said, forcefully. He gripped her elbows, restraining her and her enthusiasm.
“No?” she pouted, glancing down at her semen soaked bra. “But I’m sticky.”
“We are not leaving this room for anything short of a Cylon Basestar attacking,” Lee insisted. “It’s too risky.” He was already kicking free of his shoes and the pants that had been around his ankles.
After Lee pulled off his tanks, he noticed that Kara had gone still and completely quiet. She was staring at him, an appreciative glint in her eyes. He moistened his lips, starting to worry. Her gaze followed the glide of his tongue. The guilt of coming over her cheek still burned him, but nothing seemed to tarnish Kara’s good mood.
She stepped away from him with a long, gliding movement. A chair scraped noisily as she dragged it out from the end of the table.
“Sit.” Her tone had turned from playful to commanding.
Lee was more than intrigued but he couldn’t let this pass without some show of resistance. “I thought it was my turn to give the orders.”
“Who said we were taking turns?” Kara purred.
He slouched into the indicated seat. His legs splayed casually as he got comfortable, his cock still limp from its recent exertion. If she wanted a good look at him, he’d give her a good look. The way her skin glowed under the harsh lights caused his eyes to dink her in. Her bra was ruined, and he still wanted her out of those briefs.
“So, I’m slave labor?” he asked.
Kara didn’t answer. She settled her hip against the edge of the table, so close he could feel the heat pouring off of her. Leaning back, she snagged the wine and took a swig, offering it to him next. Lee had the bottle tipped up as she casually stripped off her bra. Balling it up, she cleaned his mess from her skin. Then, she casually tossed the undergarment off to the side.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.”
“Lee, you’re staring at my chest.” She teased lightly, obviously pleased.
Somehow he managed to drag his eyes back to her face, “Well, those…” Deliberately dropping his eyes again, “Are beautiful.” He put the wine on the floor, his eyes never leaving her gently rising and falling chest.
“You are single-minded,” Kara smirked, “I’ll give you that. Want a closer look?” She stepped forward to stand between his legs. He tried to look up into her face but she set her palm on the top of his head and said, “Uh-uh.” She bent at the waist, one hand clutching in his hair to guide his head, the other holding onto his shoulder. Her breasts swung before him.
Immediately he tried to cup them, but Kara hissed in his face, “Hands off.”
That was nearly enough to make him grab her and toss her onto the table; instead he gripped the legs of the chair to keep his itching fingers out of temptation’s way.
She kissed him hard, not playful like before, drawing his lip taut after between her clenched teeth. After she released him she said, “You made a mess, now clean it up.”
As he stretched forward, she leaned a little closer, making it easier for him to lick her face. Lee kept moving back to her sugar lips, causing her to giggle. “Leeee…”
“Hmmm?” He hummed against her lips before nibbling his way down her neck.
His scent was all over her, marking her as his. Kara arched closer to give him access to her collar bone, his chin brushing over the tops of her breasts. She was driving him crazy on purpose. Her breathing turned to panting as his lips finally met the softest flesh he’d ever felt. Unable to restrain his hands any longer, he wrapped them around the sweet curve of her ass and dragged her closer. Kara straightened and Lee placed soft sucking kisses around her left breast, paying particular attention to the underside. Her hardened nipple felt like heaven against his tongue.
“Oh gods, oh……”
She ran her fingers through his hair and held him close to her breast as he sucked. He played with the elastic of her underwear, tucking his fingers beneath, the memory of the last time he’d been this close to her flooding his mind. A stab of pain from the remembered rejection glided between his ribs but Kara unknowingly pushed it away as she grabbed the sides of his face and moved him to her other breast.
“I want you so much,” she breathed, her voice catching in a gasp.
His hunger only seemed to increase the more he tasted her, and she still wasn’t completely naked. His fingers tried to do too much and became insistent as they tugged down the soft cotton material of her briefs, but the boldness only brought Kara back to her senses.
“No.” She pushed away and shook her head, a sinful grin etched on her face. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.”
“I thought we weren’t taking turns,” Lee reminded her.
“It’s a figure of speech,” Kara giggled. “You know, you make a pretty mouthy audience.”
“I’m an audience?”
Kara walked backwards and sat on the table, she wiggled back until her legs were off the ground. Lee felt extra naked without her next him, but as Kara slowly spread her legs he forgot – everything.
She leaned back slightly on one arm and ran her hand down her stomach, stopping at the top of her underwear. The harsh bunkroom light kept nothing from Lee’s hungry gaze.
“Close your mouth, Lee.”
He swallowed and gave her a pleading look.
“Frak, Kara.”
His cock had finally come twitching back to life. She laughed, rich and low, and then let her hand trail over the slightly damp material between her legs. Lee was mesmerized as she pressed and stroked, touching herself in a way he had every intention of repeating. The smell of her arousal filled his nose, and Lee stood up in a rush as she finally slipped her hand beneath the elastic.
“What’s the matter, Lee?” She panted as she squirmed against her own hand. “You’d rather be a slave than an audience?”
Lee stepped towards her and grabbed her knees. “I can’t see,” he growled. “These cheap seats suck.”
“Oh, yeah, get closer then,” she teased.
She arched back, mouth hanging open as Lee watched her knuckles make odd shapes beneath the olive material. “You got a good view now?” Her voice got higher as she worked herself closer to release.
“Damn it, Kara,” Lee snarled.
He seized her wrist and pulled her hand away from its busy work. Then, he wrapped a hand behind each of her knees, drawing them back together. Resting her ankles on his shoulders, he fisted her underwear.
“Up.” He demanded and Kara complied, lifting her ass so he could drag the soft material around the curve of her hips and then up her elevated legs. He drew them off slowly, torturing himself, keeping his eyes locked on hers. She bent one knee, then the other, and gave him a saucy wink. Lee tossed the briefs over his shoulder. The air felt electric around them. Lee grabbed her hips and slid her closer to the edge of the table.
“Now what?” She said with mock innocence.
“Now, I can see.”
Lee gently lifted her ankles off his shoulders and placing her feet wide spread on the edge of the table. His cock was fully erect again and he could hear his heart beat in his ears. There was no resistance as he spread her, instead she bit her bottom lip and arched off the table.
Lee stood there, unable to move as she slipped her fingers back down and spread herself.
“Is this what you wanted a look at?” Her breath hitched, fingers finding the perfect spot. They slid into willing flesh, slick and easy.
Lee couldn’t speak, only nod like a dumb struck fool as he sank back into his chair. She was so perfect and more than he ever thought possible. His mouth filled with saliva as he watched her work herself into a thrashing frenzy and then, no longer able to resist, he slithered off the edge of his seat. Falling to his knees, he sucked, licked, nibbled and otherwise slaved away for her.
Kara climaxed a third time for Lee’s mouth and lay gasping, ready to surrender. But instead of asking for her white flag, he straightened. Bracing against the table, he climbed to his feet, knees aching a little. The metal floor was hard and unforgiving. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, restoring some circulation and then crawled across Kara for the White Label. The swollen length of his cock caressed her inner thigh and bobbed suggestively against her belly as he retrieved the bottle.
“Damn, that’s thirsty work,” he smirked, before taking a long pull of alcohol.
“Gimme,” Kara said, proud of herself for putting syllables together in the right order. She held up a grasping hand. And Lee placed the bottle against her palm. It took her a minute to gather her strength. She groaned as she sat up to drink. After draining a good third of the remaining alcohol away she said, “You know, Commander. I just want to remind you that I need to breathe at least once an hour.”
“Did I tell you to scream?”
“It’s not as sincere if you have to tell me,” she mumbled, her eyes drifting down his bare abs to his cock.
“You wanna watch me, now?” He asked, stoking a hand down his length, spreading the beads of his pre-cum. “Turnabout is fairplay.”
Kara shook her head. “I’m more of a doer,” she said.
She’d dropped her knees to the side as she’d sat up but she let them splay open again. Lee edged closer until he could settle the head of his cock against her. She gave easily, eager for more of him.
He braced both hands, one on each of her knees, holding her wide open as he slid just his tip into her moist heat. Oh, that was good, right there. He wanted to thrust deep but he held back. She was pressed up on her elbows so when she arched her spine her hair swung like a golden pendulum. Lee pulled out. Waited for her to draw in a gulp of air and then returned to her folds. He kept on teasing her until she started to buck and squirm off the table edge, desperate to have him all the way inside.
“Unuh,” he said. “Turns out we are taking turns.”
Her fingers reached down, intent on her sweet spot but he intercepted her hand. Encircling her wrist, he drew her palm up to his lips and kissed and licked along it. He closed his eyes as he sucked each of her fingers. The close quarters meant he had to go a little further into her slick core. It was harder to pull out afterward but he managed it. His stomach muscles were trembling and Kara’s cockiness came flooding back.
“Oh, yeah…doesn’t that feel good?” She goaded. “Hot. Tight. Wet. I’m really wet for you, Lee. Come on. You know you want to frak me raw. Make my knees buckle. Just hold on to my ass with both hands and…”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He growled. “You’d like to see me lose control?”
“I’d like to see you have a good time for once,” Kara said softly.
Her beautiful eyes opened wide as she stared up at him and he felt everything he was spinning out of control, like a Viper with no lateral stabilizers. Groaning, he pulled out and then swiftly gathered her into his arms and carried her to the nearest bunk. Placing her into it, he slipped in on top of her, fitting his body to hers and going all the way into her. He ground her under him, his tongue in her mouth, his hands in her hair and his cock….oh, what she was doing to it as she writhed under him. But now that he’d come this far he didn’t want to move away from her at all. He lifted his weight, shifting it a little so she could breath easier and then went straight back to balling her.
Kara only remained passive for a few strokes. It wasn’t like her and it couldn’t last. But Lee enjoyed it to the fullest while it did. He smiled when it struck him that he’d rendered her essentially immobile. Something he’d never managed in hand-to-hand combat. Her writhing was simply an animal reaction to each penetration.
It didn’t take long for the fiery Kara he loved to come crashing back into the fray, though.
She wasn’t the sort to just lay there and take it. And Lee didn’t mind at all. He could use a little give and take right about now.
As her hands ghosted down his sides she shifted her mouth and bit under his jaw. “More,” She demanded.
Lee faltered slightly as she raised her legs, wrapping one behind his knee and the other around his ass. The shift in angle made her passage squeeze his cock, so tight it left him breathless.
“How...much…more?” He panted.
“Deeper,” she ground out, “Harder.”
There were physical limits, Lee thought but he still patted blindly along the length of her thigh until he could hook under her knee. He tugged her leg up sharply, making her cry out. As he pulled nearly all the way out she made a strangled noise. The desperate sound spiked through his groin. He saw her claw into the mattress.
“Hold onto me,” he said.
Her hands slapped against his skin. Her fingers pressed insistently at his lower back as her legs urged him closer. He plunged forward. Time and again, he crashed into her, knowing she could take anything, everything he had to give.
Kara screamed. Bucked. Broke.
It shocked the frak out of him. The previous three times his head had been muffled between soft thighs but this time there was no cushioning effect, no safe distance. Was she weeping, crying? Had he hurt her? No, she was laughing, a burbling happy sound as she struggled for air. Lee was so close to release he couldn’t stop nor hold back. He simply kept taking her with a single minded determination as she flailed, fighting for breath in the midst of her orgasm. Letting go of her leg he slipped his hand between then and fumbled momentarily.
“That all you got?” He said, trying to sound smug but missing it by a mile.
The pulsing around his cock eased as she gasped, “Frak you, Ada…...”
But Lee had her mouth. He swallowed his name as he pinched her clit. This time her scream echoed in his head and the melding of sound, sweat, fluids, and slippery pressure made him finally break too. Her body relentlessly milked his cock and Lee went suddenly boneless, collapsing on top of her in a gasping tangle of limbs. She got the better of him, the best of him. Still merciless, her mouth sought his, kissing along his jaw until she latched on. She clutched at his head, holding him steady while trying to steal the precious breath from his lungs.
Laughing, Lee broke away and rolled onto his back; Kara flowed with the motion, still raining kisses over his face and mouth. She seemed somehow permanently attached to his body and the wounded, insecure man inside him pulled energy from her and healed. Lee felt an unexpected rush of tenderness. He gently pushed the sweat dampened hair from her eyes.
“Do you still feel guilty about Anders?”
Kara’s breasts squashed against his chest as she stilled and finally settled comfortably on top of him, her knee sliding between his legs and her head pillowing on his shoulder.
“Who?” She murmured while drawing random patterns on his chest with one finger.
Lee smiled, stroking the satin skin of her back before burying his hand in her hair. He pulled her head up and kissed her mouth. “Never mind,” he said. “He’s not getting a turn.” And then, he kissed her some more.
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Date: 2012-10-25 12:51 pm (UTC)Le pant! Le pant! Le rawr rawr!
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Date: 2012-10-25 01:00 pm (UTC)Anyway, glad you found something you hadn't read. And that you enjoyed it enough to RAWR! Hee!
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Date: 2012-11-01 03:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-04-11 01:49 am (UTC)I just pointed someone towards ICED...and saw you had a lonely comment. Sorry to have missed it back in the day.
This is the ICED link if you don't have it...
http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/69278.html#cutid1
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Date: 2013-04-11 02:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-04-10 11:05 pm (UTC)A fellow Lee/Kara shipper! I didn't know you were in that fandom, too! :D
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Date: 2013-04-11 01:47 am (UTC)http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/69278.html#cutid1
It looks like I wasn't very good at tagging back then. Try fiction-bsg tag. The coda for the story is called Restraint, don't read that one first or you will be spoiled. So, six parts and a coda.
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Date: 2013-04-12 03:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-11-14 01:56 am (UTC)I had fun reading this thing. I don't hate Michael Trucco, but his character got hosed when they put him between Starbuck and Apollo, in canon.