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rabid1stCAPTAIN’S PRIVILEGE
By Rabid1st
BSG – K/L
Rating: M+ (aka NC-17)
Spoilers: For S2.B from the recent TV Guide article about Starbuck. Very sketchy info.
Note: Please do NOT share more Season 2b spoilers if you feedback. I know nothing else and don’t want to know...anything...even if I am right or wrong about something in this fic, please don't tell me.
Summary: Lee takes a guided tour.
Disclaimer: Ron Moore has apparently sanctioned fan fic. What a guy! But I don’t own these characters and while I can get some satisfaction with them…I can't get no compensation.
“So, are you going to invoke, Captain’s Privilege?” Lee asked casually. He was trailing behind Kara on the way to her new office and beginning to think she’d forgotten where it was. They’d left the bar twenty minutes earlier.
Kara threw a saucy look over her shoulder. “I’m not ruling it out. Have you seen some of those hard bodies on the flight deck?”
“We’re probably not looking at the same ones,” Lee said, avoiding her eye.
He ducked his chin. Not happy she’d left the option open. Bedding an underling to celebrate your promotion to Captain went out of practice with flogging in the Colonial Fleet. The privilege was an old naval one, frowned on in the modern service. But Admiral Cain was a traditionalist and might not object. Lee’d heard she’d reinstated the lash already.
“Ah, this is it,” Kara said, turning down another endless and whisper silent corridor.
“Will you look at that,” Lee smirked. “Another hallway.”
“This,” Kara said, stopping in front of a door and giving it a sweeping wave of her arm.
As if, Lee thought, she was unveiling the latest model at a boat show. “Very nice door.”
“You’re just jealous because you wish you had one,” Kara said as she keyed in her pass code. “You want my job.”
“I don’t want your job,” Lee corrected huffily. “And I have a perfectly good door on…” He broke off as he got his first glimpse of the Pegasus C.A.G. office. “Uh," he breathed and then sighed, "Okay, I want your job!”
Stepping numbly across the threshold, he couldn't help gawking. The automatic lighting, provided by a few wall sconces and a desk lamp, was golden and inviting. Kara had a small wood-finished desk and two visitor’s chairs. Everything was clean and neat. The air smelled fresh, not oily like it did on Galactica. Lee often suspected there were rats in his ready room, living off twenty years of dropped crumbs in the cracks of his broken down sofa. He spun slowly taking in what might have been his in another lifetime. His eyes locked on a small alcove in the far corner of the room.
“You have a bed?” he exclaimed. Circling her desk to examine it closer, he repeated, “You have a bed!”
“You can’t expect the C.A.G. to sleep with the crew,” Kara said primly, trying to rein in the grin splitting her face in two. “That sort of thing leads to a breakdown in discipline.”
Lee wasn’t listening. He threw himself onto her bed, sprawling across it. Draping an arm over his eyes, he murmured, “Wake me when we reach Earth, ‘k?”
“Okay. But you’ll miss the best part of the tour,” Kara teased.
He lifted his arm slightly so he could peer under it at her. She was pouring two tumblers of whiskey, having chosen the liquor from a selection of bottles in her bottom desk drawer.
“Bar doesn’t trump bed,” he argued. But he sat up as she offered him his glass.
Kara wrinkled her nose like a bunny and poohed his suggestion, waving it away with the fingers of her empty hand. “Not the bar,” she said. “Something much, much better than booze.”
“Better than booze? For you that’s a very short list.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and then, eyes wide and brows arching, pointed to the side of the sleeping alcove. Lee turned his head and looked at the darkened doorway he’d assumed was a closet. Standing up he was almost inside it. A wave of his hand triggered the motion sensitive lights.
It was a bathroom. A complete bathroom with a tiny little toilet and sink and, most wondrous of all, a circular shower stall.
“Oh…now,” he drew back a little, almost offended, “That’s just not right.”
Kara giggled and bounced over to hug his arm and stare with him into the head. “Isn’t it amazing? No more community showers.”
“I wanna use it,” Lee said. "Can I use it?" He looked at her questioningly. “Come on, I haven’t showered alone in months.”
“Now?” she laughed. Peering into his face to see if he was serious she said, “You do realize...technically, you’re not alone?”
Lee sobered immediately. “Right, we’re touring,” he said. He turned away from temptation to focus politely on her. “Your special night and all. What else ya’ got?”
“The shower was my big finish,” Kara admitted. She took a long sip of her drink and then flourished it toward the bathroom. “You want to get cleaned up? Be my guest.”
Lee brightened again, flashing his boyish grin. “You don’t mind?”
“My office is your office.”
Tilting his head, Lee gave her a peculiar sidelong glance. Then he cast another longing look around the apartment. “If only that were true,” he sighed. Setting his drink on her tiny bedside table, he started to unbutton his uniform. “I tried to sleep on that sofa in my ready room once. Believe me you do not want to do that twice.”
Kara nodded absently as she watched him strip down. He kept tossing bits of his clothing onto her bed. First, his jacket. Then, his tanks and finally his trousers. His boots and socks went under it. His fingers were inside the waistband of his boxers when he noticed her eyes on him. She moistened her lips before smiling over the rim of her glass.
“Excuse me,” Lee said, holding in a smirk. He took a giant step back so the angle of the bathroom door frame hid him from view.
Raising her voice to carry, Kara said, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” When Lee didn’t respond, she leaned a little to see the muscled span of his back as he got into the circular shower. The spray hissed down and he groaned audibly. “You’re going to visit all the time, aren’t you?”
“I’m thinking of marrying you,” he laughed.
“Good to know you don’t come cheap,” she called back. She took a seat on the edge of the bed for a better view. “There’s a ten minute time limit. You should rinse.”
“Ten minutes a day?”
“Yeah, you’re taking my shower, you moocher.”
The water cut off and Lee slid the shower door along its circular track so he could step out. “Sorry,” he said, neither looking nor sounding it. He started drying off with her tiny towel.
She shrugged fatalistically. “Small price to pay,” she said, ogling him before draining her glass. As she sat the tumbler on the table she casually remarked, “I’m going to miss waking up to this view.”
“Captain, I think you’re drunk.”
“That’s only my third drink tonight,” she protested. When Lee looked surprised she said, “Seriously. I’m on duty in the morning. Don’t want to start off with a hangover.”
“Already rank is changing you,” Lee said with a mockingly sad shake of his head. Towel tossed over his shoulder he came out of the bathroom wearing only his boxers. “Soon you’ll stop playing Triad in the mess with your friends. Start putting everyone on report for things you used to find funny.”
“Fair but tough?” Kara said. “You can be my role model.”
Kara had to press her lips together so she wouldn’t protest when he stepped into his trousers. After he’d buttoned his fly, she stood, picked up her glass and handed him his. Sliding past him in the small space on her way to her desk, she brushed against his bare back. Her hand braced briefly on his shoulder. Lee swallowed and shot her a darting glance. His tanks slithered free of his suddenly numb fingers. Ignoring them as they puddled on the floor, he followed her into the main room.
“Seems strange,” he said softly. “Not outranking you.”
"We meet, for once, as equals," she agreed, nodding as he placed his barely touched whiskey on the desk next to her empty glass.
“Actually, you outrank me. Because of your Admiral.”
“But I’m not your C.A.G.,” she offered.
“No,” he whispered, tipping his head to consider her. “And I’m not yours.” He was standing very close, too close. “And this isn’t my father’s ship.”
Kara was suddenly afraid to look at him. She ran a finger along the rim of his half-full glass and murmured, “No, it’s not.”
“So, nothing will get back to him.”
Startled, she tipped her chin up, exposing her throat. She’d intended to ask him what he meant but the question died on her lips. His eyes told her everything. He didn’t want to compete with his dead brother. He wanted her all to himself. Gripping his outer arms and going up on her toes, she kissed him.
He shuddered and, without breaking the kiss, dipped a little to throw an arm around her waist. She grabbed his collarbone as he lifted her. He turned her into the nearest wall. Kara braced her shoulders so she could wrap her legs around his hips. When she was stabilized, Lee released her and let his fingers roam. He popped buttons, found skin and then found yielding flesh. Kara sighed into his mouth. He fumbled blindly with her trouser closure. But when she drew her tongue along his instinct took over. He thrust hard against her, grinding through the right motions despite their intervening clothing.
Tearing free of her lips, he glanced down at her stubborn fly. “Frak,” he hissed.
Luckily, once he could see what he was doing Lee made short work of the obstacle. And the break in the heavy breathing gave him a far better idea. Stepping back a little he gripped Kara’s waist and let her feet find the floor. Then, while sliding her pants over the swell of her bottom, he guided her through the few shuffling steps to the desk and turned her to face it. She protested, frowning over her shoulder. Chin to his chest, he looked at her from beneath lowered brows as he freed his erection. He saw her line of sight drop. She stared at him for a moment before swallowing hard and turning meekly back to the desk. Bending over, she placing her hands carefully, bracing them well. Lee grinned and seized her hips, yanking them into his.
She was slick and tight and he hit her at just the right angle. Grunting, she stepped free of her bunched trousers to spread her legs wider. Lee banged against her, slamming her forward. His rough thrusting forced her to shift her grip on the desktop. She held onto the edges for more traction. The desk slid a little and her lamp shattered to the floor. The whiskey in Lee’s glass, splashed onto her blotter.
He gave her a good hard ride for ten minutes or more and then slid his hand to her clit, fingering slippery flesh until she quaked and gasped. When he was sure she’d bounced, he pulled out of her. She made a little mewling noise as he twisted her shoulders, tugging her around to face him. After a quick repositioning, he reentered her from the front. Lying back on the desk she drew her booted feet up and locked her ankles just over his ass. Lee glanced down, enjoying the view as she took him deep. He only got a few long strokes in before going rigid and convulsing through his own release.
He kissed Kara sweetly and breathed heavily against her glistening skin. He was still inside her, still bent over her. Her mouth had a swollen, hard used look, probably from his earlier kisses. She stared up at him.
“Bed?” he asked and biting her lip, she nodded silently.
Skirting the glass on the floor, he led her to her sleeping alcove. She removed her jacket and tanks and bra and boots. Lee had a lot less to lose. He sprawled across her bed, watching her strip and growing hard again. Naked, she skimmed over him, her skin a silken caress. He closed his eyes, savoring the luxury as she kissed and nuzzled her way from his throat to his navel. Shifting her weight to her knees, she wrapped both hands around his length, interlacing her fingers, and took what was left into her mouth, sucking hard.
“Gods, Kara,” he murmured, catching his fingers in her hair.
Lords of Kobol she knew what she was doing with her tongue. He tugged at the band holding her ponytail until it broke. Blonde strands spilled onto this belly and thighs, tickling his sensitive skin. Kara probed and blew and drew the flat of her tongue over his shaft. When he started to quiver and thrust, she slurped up the first budding drops of his nectar and took a breather. Lee panted through the moment, trying to think about FTL calculations. He was torn between wanting to let go, spew into her mouth, and wanting to bring her to that gasping place again. He decided the latter meant more to him.
Curling up off the bed, he seized Kara under the arms and lifted her away from his cock before she could engulf it in wet heat again. She emitted a greedy little cry and he shushed her.
“Got something better for you,” he promised.
He turned to his side, carrying her to the mattress next to him. She transferred her oral fixation to the finger he used to trace her lips, licking it and then sucking it into her mouth. Her hazel eyes picked up the amber light in the room. She looked feral. Lee reluctantly withdrew his finger from her mouth so he could stroke the palm of his hand slowly down her side. He glided over curves to the full rise of her hips. His mind dwelled on the thought of her cushioning his ride. But when he started to push her to her back, she shoved hard against his chest and rose over him aggressively. Seeing the startled look on his face, she flashed a wicked smile.
“It’s Captain’s privilege,” she reminded him, stressing her rank.
His jaw dropped a little as he grinned and he puffed out a short frustrated breath. But he nodded his understanding. He released her, raising his hands in mock surrender. Kara seized his wrists. Her middle and index fingers nested in the cup of his palms as she locked his arms to the mattress. Lee experienced an unexpected thrill over her strength. He was used to being on top but he had to admit it felt good to be roughed up by Starbuck.
And she did rough him up some. He’d never had a woman so confident in what she wanted before. She rode like she flew, like she strode across the flight deck to her bird. She knew what she was doing and didn't mind flaunting her talents. Head hanging low, she settled onto his length with a sigh but that was the end of her gentle femininity.
Arching her back to pump and grind, she frakked him like he would have frakked her. Biting his lip, his throat and his nipples and lashing his skin with her tongue, she laid claim to him. She kissed him so thoroughly he had to buck his body to get a little gasping room. Moaning his name, she bounced three times to his one, pleasure distorting her features. Each time the climax came quicker. Until, at last, she collapsed, panting, onto his chest.
Lying there, barely able to move, she clenched her inner walls, squeezing and kneading his cock until he popped. Lee wanted to turn her to her back. Thrust into her one more time. But he didn’t get the chance. His hips jerked and his head bashed against the pillow as he bounced, groaning under her. The ease of her domination made it crystal clear he'd lasted only as long as she'd wanted him to.
Lee was okay with that.
Trailing his fingers through the sweat in the small of her back, he murmured sweet nothings. Kara sighed, pillowing her head on his shoulder. She had a sleepy smile on her face. Rubbing his cheek against the silken tangle of her hair, Lee gradually became aware of a warm glow in the pit of his stomach. This felt right. Grinning, he shifted her weight slightly so he could whisper close to her ear.
“Tomorrow morning, I’m on top,” he said. He meditatively twirled a strand of her hair through his fingers. “But tomorrow night...maybe you can finish what I interrupt…”
Her shoulders jerked and he stopped talking. He’d sensed her tensing as he spoke but had no idea what he could have said to upset her. Still, she obviously wasn't responding the way he'd hoped she would to his suggestions. His happy bubble deflated a little. After a brief hesitation, she rose to her hands and knees, moving gingerly as she dealt with weary muscles and tender places inside. Feeling well used himself Lee would have sympathized. But he was too concerned with the cold, hard set of her jaw. What the frak was her problem?
Kara didn’t look at him as she rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. Life seemed to be coming at her in bites too big to swallow. She thought she might choke on this frakking job. Lee had to know she was hardly qualified for it. Now, on top of everything else, she had to deal with his restructuring her plans on a whim, assuming she'd accommodate him. Did he have any idea what he was asking of her?
“You can’t stay,” she said, softly. He saw her throat tighten as if she were struggling with some inner turmoil before she added, “I have work to do.”
“Work?” he exclaimed and then laughingly protested, “Come on, Kara, you want rid of me you’ll have to do better than that.” His smile faded when she didn’t reassure him. He gaped at her, head tilted like an inquisitive cat, but she didn’t turn around. If anything she seemed even more distant as she gathered up her clothes. When she stepped across the bathroom threshold, he sat up and angrily asked, “Since when do you care about your career? It’s not like your going to keep the stripes more than a week, anyway.”
She spun to confront him. Seeing the hurt look in her eyes, it belatedly dawned on Lee that she hadn’t actually refused the offer of an affair. She’d only tried to buy a little time. He could tell she’d been torn about asking him to go and he opened his mouth to take back his nasty comment. But whatever had been troubling her about starting something permanent didn’t matter anymore. He’d just made her decision to toss him out the door a hell of a lot easier.
“Captain’s privilege is a one bounce kind of thing,” she pointed out in a low savage tone. “You got more than you had coming to you.” Jabbing a finger, toward the main room she added, “You remember where the door is from the tour? Use it.” Then she slid the bathroom privacy panel closed, locking him out of her life.
Lee refused to take the hint. Hoping to mend fences, he lingered over dressing. He felt the vibration of running water as she filled the sink. She couldn’t shower him off until morning. The thought gave him a lot of satisfaction. But when she reappeared, hair sternly clubbed back and uniform immaculate, his stomach dropped like it was lead weighted. She was carrying a clean towel and some soap.
“Look, Kara,” he began, “I didn’t mean…”
She pushed by him and he didn’t have the temerity to grab her arm.
“If you are still here when I get back,” she said, crossing to the corridor door. “I’ll throw you out.”
Unshed tears stinging the inside of his nose, Lee snatched his coat up and stormed over to her before she could exit. His eyes were the color of a tempest tossed sea as he snarled, “Don’t worry, Captain. I’m not even staying on your ship.” He smacked a hand down on the door’s sensor so the door flew open. As he stepped through he glanced back toward her bed and despite the people in the hallway stage-whispered, “You might want to change the sheets while you’re at it. Clean house completely.”
Final shot fired, he turned and strode angrily away. Kara straightened her spine. She stared down the nearest gawker until everyone went on with their business. Then, hugging her towel to her chest, she went in search of a hot shower.
THE END
Oh...and no beta at all on this...so excuse my typos.
Hope you all enjoy.
Rae
By Rabid1st
BSG – K/L
Rating: M+ (aka NC-17)
Spoilers: For S2.B from the recent TV Guide article about Starbuck. Very sketchy info.
Note: Please do NOT share more Season 2b spoilers if you feedback. I know nothing else and don’t want to know...anything...even if I am right or wrong about something in this fic, please don't tell me.
Summary: Lee takes a guided tour.
Disclaimer: Ron Moore has apparently sanctioned fan fic. What a guy! But I don’t own these characters and while I can get some satisfaction with them…I can't get no compensation.
“So, are you going to invoke, Captain’s Privilege?” Lee asked casually. He was trailing behind Kara on the way to her new office and beginning to think she’d forgotten where it was. They’d left the bar twenty minutes earlier.
Kara threw a saucy look over her shoulder. “I’m not ruling it out. Have you seen some of those hard bodies on the flight deck?”
“We’re probably not looking at the same ones,” Lee said, avoiding her eye.
He ducked his chin. Not happy she’d left the option open. Bedding an underling to celebrate your promotion to Captain went out of practice with flogging in the Colonial Fleet. The privilege was an old naval one, frowned on in the modern service. But Admiral Cain was a traditionalist and might not object. Lee’d heard she’d reinstated the lash already.
“Ah, this is it,” Kara said, turning down another endless and whisper silent corridor.
“Will you look at that,” Lee smirked. “Another hallway.”
“This,” Kara said, stopping in front of a door and giving it a sweeping wave of her arm.
As if, Lee thought, she was unveiling the latest model at a boat show. “Very nice door.”
“You’re just jealous because you wish you had one,” Kara said as she keyed in her pass code. “You want my job.”
“I don’t want your job,” Lee corrected huffily. “And I have a perfectly good door on…” He broke off as he got his first glimpse of the Pegasus C.A.G. office. “Uh," he breathed and then sighed, "Okay, I want your job!”
Stepping numbly across the threshold, he couldn't help gawking. The automatic lighting, provided by a few wall sconces and a desk lamp, was golden and inviting. Kara had a small wood-finished desk and two visitor’s chairs. Everything was clean and neat. The air smelled fresh, not oily like it did on Galactica. Lee often suspected there were rats in his ready room, living off twenty years of dropped crumbs in the cracks of his broken down sofa. He spun slowly taking in what might have been his in another lifetime. His eyes locked on a small alcove in the far corner of the room.
“You have a bed?” he exclaimed. Circling her desk to examine it closer, he repeated, “You have a bed!”
“You can’t expect the C.A.G. to sleep with the crew,” Kara said primly, trying to rein in the grin splitting her face in two. “That sort of thing leads to a breakdown in discipline.”
Lee wasn’t listening. He threw himself onto her bed, sprawling across it. Draping an arm over his eyes, he murmured, “Wake me when we reach Earth, ‘k?”
“Okay. But you’ll miss the best part of the tour,” Kara teased.
He lifted his arm slightly so he could peer under it at her. She was pouring two tumblers of whiskey, having chosen the liquor from a selection of bottles in her bottom desk drawer.
“Bar doesn’t trump bed,” he argued. But he sat up as she offered him his glass.
Kara wrinkled her nose like a bunny and poohed his suggestion, waving it away with the fingers of her empty hand. “Not the bar,” she said. “Something much, much better than booze.”
“Better than booze? For you that’s a very short list.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and then, eyes wide and brows arching, pointed to the side of the sleeping alcove. Lee turned his head and looked at the darkened doorway he’d assumed was a closet. Standing up he was almost inside it. A wave of his hand triggered the motion sensitive lights.
It was a bathroom. A complete bathroom with a tiny little toilet and sink and, most wondrous of all, a circular shower stall.
“Oh…now,” he drew back a little, almost offended, “That’s just not right.”
Kara giggled and bounced over to hug his arm and stare with him into the head. “Isn’t it amazing? No more community showers.”
“I wanna use it,” Lee said. "Can I use it?" He looked at her questioningly. “Come on, I haven’t showered alone in months.”
“Now?” she laughed. Peering into his face to see if he was serious she said, “You do realize...technically, you’re not alone?”
Lee sobered immediately. “Right, we’re touring,” he said. He turned away from temptation to focus politely on her. “Your special night and all. What else ya’ got?”
“The shower was my big finish,” Kara admitted. She took a long sip of her drink and then flourished it toward the bathroom. “You want to get cleaned up? Be my guest.”
Lee brightened again, flashing his boyish grin. “You don’t mind?”
“My office is your office.”
Tilting his head, Lee gave her a peculiar sidelong glance. Then he cast another longing look around the apartment. “If only that were true,” he sighed. Setting his drink on her tiny bedside table, he started to unbutton his uniform. “I tried to sleep on that sofa in my ready room once. Believe me you do not want to do that twice.”
Kara nodded absently as she watched him strip down. He kept tossing bits of his clothing onto her bed. First, his jacket. Then, his tanks and finally his trousers. His boots and socks went under it. His fingers were inside the waistband of his boxers when he noticed her eyes on him. She moistened her lips before smiling over the rim of her glass.
“Excuse me,” Lee said, holding in a smirk. He took a giant step back so the angle of the bathroom door frame hid him from view.
Raising her voice to carry, Kara said, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” When Lee didn’t respond, she leaned a little to see the muscled span of his back as he got into the circular shower. The spray hissed down and he groaned audibly. “You’re going to visit all the time, aren’t you?”
“I’m thinking of marrying you,” he laughed.
“Good to know you don’t come cheap,” she called back. She took a seat on the edge of the bed for a better view. “There’s a ten minute time limit. You should rinse.”
“Ten minutes a day?”
“Yeah, you’re taking my shower, you moocher.”
The water cut off and Lee slid the shower door along its circular track so he could step out. “Sorry,” he said, neither looking nor sounding it. He started drying off with her tiny towel.
She shrugged fatalistically. “Small price to pay,” she said, ogling him before draining her glass. As she sat the tumbler on the table she casually remarked, “I’m going to miss waking up to this view.”
“Captain, I think you’re drunk.”
“That’s only my third drink tonight,” she protested. When Lee looked surprised she said, “Seriously. I’m on duty in the morning. Don’t want to start off with a hangover.”
“Already rank is changing you,” Lee said with a mockingly sad shake of his head. Towel tossed over his shoulder he came out of the bathroom wearing only his boxers. “Soon you’ll stop playing Triad in the mess with your friends. Start putting everyone on report for things you used to find funny.”
“Fair but tough?” Kara said. “You can be my role model.”
Kara had to press her lips together so she wouldn’t protest when he stepped into his trousers. After he’d buttoned his fly, she stood, picked up her glass and handed him his. Sliding past him in the small space on her way to her desk, she brushed against his bare back. Her hand braced briefly on his shoulder. Lee swallowed and shot her a darting glance. His tanks slithered free of his suddenly numb fingers. Ignoring them as they puddled on the floor, he followed her into the main room.
“Seems strange,” he said softly. “Not outranking you.”
"We meet, for once, as equals," she agreed, nodding as he placed his barely touched whiskey on the desk next to her empty glass.
“Actually, you outrank me. Because of your Admiral.”
“But I’m not your C.A.G.,” she offered.
“No,” he whispered, tipping his head to consider her. “And I’m not yours.” He was standing very close, too close. “And this isn’t my father’s ship.”
Kara was suddenly afraid to look at him. She ran a finger along the rim of his half-full glass and murmured, “No, it’s not.”
“So, nothing will get back to him.”
Startled, she tipped her chin up, exposing her throat. She’d intended to ask him what he meant but the question died on her lips. His eyes told her everything. He didn’t want to compete with his dead brother. He wanted her all to himself. Gripping his outer arms and going up on her toes, she kissed him.
He shuddered and, without breaking the kiss, dipped a little to throw an arm around her waist. She grabbed his collarbone as he lifted her. He turned her into the nearest wall. Kara braced her shoulders so she could wrap her legs around his hips. When she was stabilized, Lee released her and let his fingers roam. He popped buttons, found skin and then found yielding flesh. Kara sighed into his mouth. He fumbled blindly with her trouser closure. But when she drew her tongue along his instinct took over. He thrust hard against her, grinding through the right motions despite their intervening clothing.
Tearing free of her lips, he glanced down at her stubborn fly. “Frak,” he hissed.
Luckily, once he could see what he was doing Lee made short work of the obstacle. And the break in the heavy breathing gave him a far better idea. Stepping back a little he gripped Kara’s waist and let her feet find the floor. Then, while sliding her pants over the swell of her bottom, he guided her through the few shuffling steps to the desk and turned her to face it. She protested, frowning over her shoulder. Chin to his chest, he looked at her from beneath lowered brows as he freed his erection. He saw her line of sight drop. She stared at him for a moment before swallowing hard and turning meekly back to the desk. Bending over, she placing her hands carefully, bracing them well. Lee grinned and seized her hips, yanking them into his.
She was slick and tight and he hit her at just the right angle. Grunting, she stepped free of her bunched trousers to spread her legs wider. Lee banged against her, slamming her forward. His rough thrusting forced her to shift her grip on the desktop. She held onto the edges for more traction. The desk slid a little and her lamp shattered to the floor. The whiskey in Lee’s glass, splashed onto her blotter.
He gave her a good hard ride for ten minutes or more and then slid his hand to her clit, fingering slippery flesh until she quaked and gasped. When he was sure she’d bounced, he pulled out of her. She made a little mewling noise as he twisted her shoulders, tugging her around to face him. After a quick repositioning, he reentered her from the front. Lying back on the desk she drew her booted feet up and locked her ankles just over his ass. Lee glanced down, enjoying the view as she took him deep. He only got a few long strokes in before going rigid and convulsing through his own release.
He kissed Kara sweetly and breathed heavily against her glistening skin. He was still inside her, still bent over her. Her mouth had a swollen, hard used look, probably from his earlier kisses. She stared up at him.
“Bed?” he asked and biting her lip, she nodded silently.
Skirting the glass on the floor, he led her to her sleeping alcove. She removed her jacket and tanks and bra and boots. Lee had a lot less to lose. He sprawled across her bed, watching her strip and growing hard again. Naked, she skimmed over him, her skin a silken caress. He closed his eyes, savoring the luxury as she kissed and nuzzled her way from his throat to his navel. Shifting her weight to her knees, she wrapped both hands around his length, interlacing her fingers, and took what was left into her mouth, sucking hard.
“Gods, Kara,” he murmured, catching his fingers in her hair.
Lords of Kobol she knew what she was doing with her tongue. He tugged at the band holding her ponytail until it broke. Blonde strands spilled onto this belly and thighs, tickling his sensitive skin. Kara probed and blew and drew the flat of her tongue over his shaft. When he started to quiver and thrust, she slurped up the first budding drops of his nectar and took a breather. Lee panted through the moment, trying to think about FTL calculations. He was torn between wanting to let go, spew into her mouth, and wanting to bring her to that gasping place again. He decided the latter meant more to him.
Curling up off the bed, he seized Kara under the arms and lifted her away from his cock before she could engulf it in wet heat again. She emitted a greedy little cry and he shushed her.
“Got something better for you,” he promised.
He turned to his side, carrying her to the mattress next to him. She transferred her oral fixation to the finger he used to trace her lips, licking it and then sucking it into her mouth. Her hazel eyes picked up the amber light in the room. She looked feral. Lee reluctantly withdrew his finger from her mouth so he could stroke the palm of his hand slowly down her side. He glided over curves to the full rise of her hips. His mind dwelled on the thought of her cushioning his ride. But when he started to push her to her back, she shoved hard against his chest and rose over him aggressively. Seeing the startled look on his face, she flashed a wicked smile.
“It’s Captain’s privilege,” she reminded him, stressing her rank.
His jaw dropped a little as he grinned and he puffed out a short frustrated breath. But he nodded his understanding. He released her, raising his hands in mock surrender. Kara seized his wrists. Her middle and index fingers nested in the cup of his palms as she locked his arms to the mattress. Lee experienced an unexpected thrill over her strength. He was used to being on top but he had to admit it felt good to be roughed up by Starbuck.
And she did rough him up some. He’d never had a woman so confident in what she wanted before. She rode like she flew, like she strode across the flight deck to her bird. She knew what she was doing and didn't mind flaunting her talents. Head hanging low, she settled onto his length with a sigh but that was the end of her gentle femininity.
Arching her back to pump and grind, she frakked him like he would have frakked her. Biting his lip, his throat and his nipples and lashing his skin with her tongue, she laid claim to him. She kissed him so thoroughly he had to buck his body to get a little gasping room. Moaning his name, she bounced three times to his one, pleasure distorting her features. Each time the climax came quicker. Until, at last, she collapsed, panting, onto his chest.
Lying there, barely able to move, she clenched her inner walls, squeezing and kneading his cock until he popped. Lee wanted to turn her to her back. Thrust into her one more time. But he didn’t get the chance. His hips jerked and his head bashed against the pillow as he bounced, groaning under her. The ease of her domination made it crystal clear he'd lasted only as long as she'd wanted him to.
Lee was okay with that.
Trailing his fingers through the sweat in the small of her back, he murmured sweet nothings. Kara sighed, pillowing her head on his shoulder. She had a sleepy smile on her face. Rubbing his cheek against the silken tangle of her hair, Lee gradually became aware of a warm glow in the pit of his stomach. This felt right. Grinning, he shifted her weight slightly so he could whisper close to her ear.
“Tomorrow morning, I’m on top,” he said. He meditatively twirled a strand of her hair through his fingers. “But tomorrow night...maybe you can finish what I interrupt…”
Her shoulders jerked and he stopped talking. He’d sensed her tensing as he spoke but had no idea what he could have said to upset her. Still, she obviously wasn't responding the way he'd hoped she would to his suggestions. His happy bubble deflated a little. After a brief hesitation, she rose to her hands and knees, moving gingerly as she dealt with weary muscles and tender places inside. Feeling well used himself Lee would have sympathized. But he was too concerned with the cold, hard set of her jaw. What the frak was her problem?
Kara didn’t look at him as she rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. Life seemed to be coming at her in bites too big to swallow. She thought she might choke on this frakking job. Lee had to know she was hardly qualified for it. Now, on top of everything else, she had to deal with his restructuring her plans on a whim, assuming she'd accommodate him. Did he have any idea what he was asking of her?
“You can’t stay,” she said, softly. He saw her throat tighten as if she were struggling with some inner turmoil before she added, “I have work to do.”
“Work?” he exclaimed and then laughingly protested, “Come on, Kara, you want rid of me you’ll have to do better than that.” His smile faded when she didn’t reassure him. He gaped at her, head tilted like an inquisitive cat, but she didn’t turn around. If anything she seemed even more distant as she gathered up her clothes. When she stepped across the bathroom threshold, he sat up and angrily asked, “Since when do you care about your career? It’s not like your going to keep the stripes more than a week, anyway.”
She spun to confront him. Seeing the hurt look in her eyes, it belatedly dawned on Lee that she hadn’t actually refused the offer of an affair. She’d only tried to buy a little time. He could tell she’d been torn about asking him to go and he opened his mouth to take back his nasty comment. But whatever had been troubling her about starting something permanent didn’t matter anymore. He’d just made her decision to toss him out the door a hell of a lot easier.
“Captain’s privilege is a one bounce kind of thing,” she pointed out in a low savage tone. “You got more than you had coming to you.” Jabbing a finger, toward the main room she added, “You remember where the door is from the tour? Use it.” Then she slid the bathroom privacy panel closed, locking him out of her life.
Lee refused to take the hint. Hoping to mend fences, he lingered over dressing. He felt the vibration of running water as she filled the sink. She couldn’t shower him off until morning. The thought gave him a lot of satisfaction. But when she reappeared, hair sternly clubbed back and uniform immaculate, his stomach dropped like it was lead weighted. She was carrying a clean towel and some soap.
“Look, Kara,” he began, “I didn’t mean…”
She pushed by him and he didn’t have the temerity to grab her arm.
“If you are still here when I get back,” she said, crossing to the corridor door. “I’ll throw you out.”
Unshed tears stinging the inside of his nose, Lee snatched his coat up and stormed over to her before she could exit. His eyes were the color of a tempest tossed sea as he snarled, “Don’t worry, Captain. I’m not even staying on your ship.” He smacked a hand down on the door’s sensor so the door flew open. As he stepped through he glanced back toward her bed and despite the people in the hallway stage-whispered, “You might want to change the sheets while you’re at it. Clean house completely.”
Final shot fired, he turned and strode angrily away. Kara straightened her spine. She stared down the nearest gawker until everyone went on with their business. Then, hugging her towel to her chest, she went in search of a hot shower.
THE END
Oh...and no beta at all on this...so excuse my typos.
Hope you all enjoy.
Rae
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Date: 2005-12-05 06:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-05 06:59 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it, Miss Helena
Date: 2005-12-05 07:07 pm (UTC)Thank you for the feedback...I wasn't sure I would get any with the Spoiler Warning and all.
Rae
Why thank you...that's a fine compliment
Date: 2005-12-05 07:18 pm (UTC)Thank you for the lovely feedback.
Rae
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Date: 2005-12-05 08:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-05 11:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-05 11:31 pm (UTC)So glad you enjoyed the fic
Date: 2005-12-06 02:12 am (UTC)But this in my mind is probably closer to what we will get out of them for a first time (or third time or whatever it is). Lee feels the magic...Kara feels the eternal...both of them frak it up. Kara and Lee actually remind me of the Ellen and Sol Tigh...like if they weren't careful they could end up like that...but I like to think Kara and Lee are better people and will find a way to take care of each other rather than tear each other apart. Though...long road to that...which makes for entertaining times ahead.
Anywho...thank you so much for the wonderful feedback. I very much appreciated it.
Rae
Thank you for the smut love
Date: 2005-12-06 02:14 am (UTC)Thank you again for taking a moment to feedback.
Rae
Re: So glad you enjoyed the fic
Date: 2005-12-07 09:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-03 10:32 pm (UTC)You are welcome
Date: 2006-01-03 11:59 pm (UTC)Thanks for always taking a moment to feedback...as you know it makes the writing easier when you think someone is reading it.
Rae
Nope...it is not easy being K/L
Date: 2006-01-04 12:03 am (UTC)Thanks for taking the time to feedback. Sorry, it took me so long to respond...I was writing.
Rae
Hey, it's me, Hellfire, again *G*
Date: 2006-02-14 12:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
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