New Fic- Restraint 1/1, an ICED coda
Jan. 2nd, 2006 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabid1stRESTRAINT
By Rabid1st
BSG – K/L
Spoilers: Nope
Rating: NC-17
Betas: HA! None.
Summary: PWP…set about three weeks after ICED. Lee thinks he's not being loving enough.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters…but I can make them do naughty things. Ron Moore said it was okay. Well…he didn’t actually say making them do naughty things was okay. Bet he would have clarified if he’d known me better, huh?
What kind of man brought the woman he loved to a hole like this?
Standing in the open doorway, Lee wrinkled his nose in distaste. It wasn’t that the storage unit reeked. Overhead vents circulated the air. Filtration kept foul odors at bay and there was no hint of cigar smoke. She wasn’t allows cigars yet and he’d mercilessly enforced that order. Maybe the aroma of spicy tobacco would improve things but Lee doubted it. Things were deteriorating. The room had an underlying whiff of sex and motor oil. It was subtle but a saltwater musk of stale sweat and spent semen permeated the place. His home away from the rack smelled more like sin than love.
Shivering a little, he crossed the threshold and slid the door closed behind him, trying not to notice the echoing. Even the smallest sound bounced and magnified. Depression settled on Lee’s shoulders. He never felt the chill of lonliness when Kara was in residence, only when he was forced to wait for her. As soon as she arrived she burned like a fire in the hearth, transforming the tawdry, empty space with her laughter and her panting moans. Lee paced off the minutes, circling the Swan and wondering why he’d even bothered coming today.
They’d had a fight, an oh-so-public fireworks display that had lacked only an exchange of blows to make it the worst ever. Kara had been Kara, careless and bold. She’d taken a risk and very nearly lost her life. He’d lost his temper, flaring up like a chariot of fire. As soon as she’d landed her crippled bird, he’d stormed across the hanger, calling her arrogant and reckless, a child in need of constant supervision. She’d seemed stunned at first but it hadn’t taken her long to recover her sense of self, to lash out in return.
‘The honeymoon period,’ as Racetrack had so succinctly put it when Kara stalked away from him, ‘was definitely over.’
Lee loosened his uniform collar and, after the briefest hesitation, let his fingers pop the rest of his jacket button. As he peeled the constricting garment off, his eyes fell on their air mattress. He couldn’t help noticing its stained cover. It reminded him of the seediest hotel room on Cloud Nine. Their lone date had gone off track and ended there, in the service quarters in the bowels of the luxurious ship. A closet of a room for half an hour was all they could afford on such short notice. It had been the only alternative to taking her on the lawn in front of the other concert goers. Lee draped his jacket over an upturned crate. This had to stop. It was going on four weeks now and he still hadn’t recovered his self-control.
Sighing, he straddled the Swan and thought of straddling her. He didn’t bother pushing the thought away. He couldn’t kid himself. When she came…if she came…he was going to throw her against the wall and bury himself inside her. It had been three days. Three days without Kara felt like the six months of abstinence he'd endured during basic. Every glance she cast his way made him tremble. He thought of her constantly, jacked off in the shower and fisted his hand in his sheets to keep them from straying. She slept like an innocent, untroubled. He knew because more than once he’d woken her, sliding into her rack and then into her.
Listening to the hiss of the overhead filtration, head pillowed on the sweeping curve of the bike, Lee considered his lack of restraint. It was humbling. He prided himself on his cool head but when it came to Kara he knew no moderation. He wanted her. He took her. Despite his resolve to do better next time, to go slow, he just couldn’t seem to stop having his way with her. He needed her, like breath or water. Why couldn't he show her how much he cared? Why couldn't he make love to her?
His gaze slipped to the small clock on the Swan’s steering column. She was late. No, not late, he corrected, because she wasn’t coming. He’d been a fool to think she might. If he was lucky, she’d gone to her rack. If he was screwed, she’d gone after the new light ordinance man. The bastard had been giving her the eye all week, going so far as to sit next to her at dinner. She hadn’t encouraged him. Not yet. But Lee hadn't given her a good reason until today.
Returning to his pacing route, Lee skirted the greasy engine parts scattered on the floor. His foot lashed out at a convenient hunk of metal, sending it flying. It bonged against the far wall of the room. He kicked another piece after it. He wasn’t going to do this. He wasn’t going to be ruled by his passions. He completed the circle, snatched up his jacket and stalked to the door. Wrenching it open, he stepped a foot through and froze with one hand on the door frame and one on the handle. Kara was outside. She pressed against the far wall of the corridor, indecision in every taut muscle. Her fingers were white-knuckled around the guide railing that bisected the wall.
They stared at one another for a series of thudding heartbeats. Kara lifted her chin defiantly, moistened her lips. Her eyes were wide and dark, the planes of her face shadowed. She was wearing her running shoes, sweats and a sport bra. Her skin seemed flawless in the half-light.
“I…,” Lee cleared his throat and tried again. “I…didn’t think you would come.”
“I need it,” she whispered.
Lee's jacket slipped from his fingers as he groaned. His eyes closed for a moment. When he opened them, he saw her moving. She'd pushed away from wall, turning, perhaps to leave. He couldn’t live with that. Lunging forward, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the room and into him. Resistance dragged against his shoulder for a brief second before she yielded, closing in a rush. As flesh slammed into flesh Lee’s mouth found hers. His hands guided her to the nearest wall while his fingers tore at her clothing, getting things wrong, trying to unbutton her sweats. Her fingers were more coherent. They undid his fly, found his shaft and joysticked it free. It bobbed against her chest and cheek as she slithered out of her sweats.
She returned to kissing him. Lee didn’t concern himself with her bra. She didn’t have to be nude. Just wet and ready which she was. His questing fingers confirmed it. Sweeping his hands under her arms, he lifted her slightly, tearing her lips from his. She mumbled a breif protest but didn’t fight the inevitable. Bracing a foot against his thigh and both hands on his shoulders, she helped him raise her up. He shoved her against the wall. Gravity brought her down in a slow slide. He guided her fall so her legs circled his waist.
She impaled herself on him. Her upturned face glowed with the same holy joy classical painters gave to maiden’s being rescued by their heroes. Lee would be happy to slay her dragons. Rings of slick, striated muscle sheathed his length. He went deep, caressing her with an unhurried penetration. He reveled in the glide into her oily heat. His mouth opened on a sigh and stayed open as he grunted through his first few thrusts. Kara rocked her hips to accommodate a little more of him. They were getting very good at this.
He traced his fingers over her satin smooth skin. They tangled in her hair as he gripped the nape of her neck. Kara held his face, drawing him into her kiss. She bucked and shimmied and grew wetter. Silken fluid eased his pumping strokes. Passion liquefied her, melting her rock hard character. She became a serpentine and fluid thing, one flesh could barely contain.
When she started to undulate, he shifted her weight, wrapping an arm under her knee, sliding his hand along her bottom. Firm muscle filled the cup of his palm. Her lips were roughly demanding. He acceded to them, sweeping his tongue over hers. Her hands refused to settle. They gripped his upper arms, tugged through his hair and caressed his chest. Her stinging nails abraided his nipples.
Lee merged with her. They formed a single body, blood singing, muscles tensing and lungs straining. Sweat and other juices made them slippery. They sought traction from their remaining clothing, fingers clawing into fabric. Kara stiffened. Her eyes rolled up and back under fluttering lashes, her arms went rigid. Lee’s gut clenched. Her neck arched and her head knocked into the wall. Lee licked and kissed her presented throat, sucking against her pulse points.
They both gasped and shuddered as a series of tiny quakes built to a shattering climax. Kara tried to squeeze her thighs together. Lee tried to close his fingers around her bones. Her ejaculate sprayed his already slick shaft, making his final plunging penetration even smoother. He gyrated against her, flattening her spine to the wall. Her locked elbows gave way and she slumped into him. His marrow drained into her. They wailed a long quavering declaration of unity and curled around each other, holding on with all of their strength.
The orgasm pulled them under, dragged them out to sea and then cast them back up onshore. Gasping, gazes locked and drawing out like saltwater taffy, they separated, spiritually foundering as they reconnected with their individual identities. Kara had trouble finding her feet. Supporting her wobbling weight, Lee staggered the few steps to the mattress and dropped to his knees on it. Kara let go and sprawled next to him, breathless and panting. Lee found a blanket, pulling it over them as he, too, collapsed.
It took a long time for the room to solidify again. Lee waited for his pounding pulse to fade into the background. He watched the darkness recede like an ebbing tide from the edges of his vision. He stared at the ceiling until he was sure it was a ceiling and thought about her coming to him, needing him the way he needed her.
“I hear your C.A.G. was a real prick this morning,” he said without looking at her.
“That's how he is," she said.
He twitched slightly, stung by the reprimand but willing to take it.
“Thoughtless bastard,” he muttered.
"He overreacts. Says too much. It gets him in trouble.”
“Want me to kick his ass?”
He could hear the smile in her voice as she said, “I can do that all by myself.”
“He’d throw you in the brig if you tried. Then I’d never get laid.”
She sat up and slipped off her bra. Tossing it aside she looked over her shoulder at him. There was a teasing light in her eyes as she innocently asked, “You don’t think I’d get conjugal visits?”
He ducked his chin a little and flashed a grin. “I don’t think you’d be able to avoid them.” Sobering, he met her eye. “Sorry, I blew up like that. I didn’t mean…I don't want to hurt you.”
She shrugged a shoulder and looked away. “You were doing your job, I guess. You don’t need to coddle me.”
“Coddle you? You nearly cost me a bird,” he pointed out. “We don’t have the ships to spare for your half-assed…” Sighing, he relented. “Anyway, Tyrol thinks he can fix her. And you were doing what you do best, pushing the envelope.”
“Did you get to see it?” Kara said, brightening at the thought of her hair-raising maneuver. “The sunburst worked like a charm. I fried two of those bastards with one shot and made it back to Galactica. Yeah. Okay. The torque caught me off guard and I lost sight of Mousie for a second but next time I’ll keep it in the safe zone.”
“If,” he stressed the word, propping himself up on an elbow, “I ever let you fly again. You are definitely not going to try that idiotic maneuver a second time and that’s an order, Lieutenant.”
They stared one another down. Kara gave way first. “I’m going to end up in the brig,” she muttered. Lee wisely held his tongue. After a pause, she said, “I can’t think about you out there. I need my head in the game. That’s not going to change.”
“I know,” Lee sighed. “I don’t want you to change.”
“You don’t?”
“No.” He spoke without thinking. But when she turned a measured stare on him, he took the time to consider her question. Would he be happy with a pliant Kara? One who followed his orders and never took risks? He shook his head and repeated his denial. “No. You’re my best pilot. Don’t start second guessing yourself.” He lay back down.
“So, you’re just going to yell at me?”
“When you shave a few years off my life?” He asked, his tone dripping sarcasm, “Yeah. I’m going to tell you about it." After a mollifying pause, he darted a sidelong glance at her. "Think you can get used to that?”
The corners of her mouth tilted up and a light sparked in her eyes. She carelessly wafted her hand. “I already am.”
He plucked at his tanks and then curled up slightly to slide them over his head. Kara loosened his shoes and he shoved them off his feet. His socks, pants and underwear followed. Naked, he scooped her into his arms. Her skin was buttery soft along his. She leaned her cheek against his shoulder. He kissed her nape, swirling his tongue into the hollow of her collarbone.
“We need to practice restraint, Kara,” he whispered his warm breath stirring stray hairs on her neck.
“If you want to practice with restraints the brig is a good place,” she chuckled.
“See? That’s why we need the practice,” he sighed, pushing her away until he could look into her face. “Talk to me. Don’t seduce me.”
Her brow creased and she raked him up and down with a petulant glare. “I don’t have to seduce you, Captain.”
Lee conceded this point with a smile and dip of his head. “No,” he sighed. Releasing his grip on her, he added, “You just have to be in the same room.”
“Bet I don’t.”
He groaned in despair. Tipping his head back, he shut his eyes. He was never going to have a meaningful conversation with her again.
“Stop trying to control it,” she said. The sharp edge to her voice drew his eyes back to her.
“I’m not trying…
“I mean it, Lee. Stop it.”
“I’m not trying to control you,” he insisted.
“Not me,” Kara corrected. She pointed back and forth between them. “This. It is what it is. If you want to frak me just…pass me a note in the corridor or something. Whistle. Wave. Point toward the showers.”
“You’ll get sick of it.” He didn’t want to say, ‘sick of me.’
She puffed out a disbelieving snort. When he refused to lower his challenging gaze she shook her head. “I won’t,” she growled, low and hungry. “I need it like you need it.”
The confession made his cock twitch. He glanced down at it, one brow arching. Kara snickered, reaching for him. But Lee didn’t see the humor, yet. Sliding his fingers along the outer curve of her arms, he seized her hands and carried them to his lap.
“You mean more to me than…this.” His voice cracked slightly when he said it but he got the words out. “I love you.”
She sat very still for a moment and then squeezed his fingers. Head bowed, Lee could feel her eyes on him as she eased her hands free. He didn't want to see her reaction to his confession, didn't want to see the door close. When he sighed, she poked him in the ribs, carefully avoiding his recently mended ones.
“You think I don’t know that?” She asked. He looked up, questioningly, and saw her brow furrow. After searching his face, she changed her inflection. “You think I don’t know that.”
He tried to turn his head away but her palm caught his cheek and she held his chin steady. Her thumb caressed his lower lip. “That’s why I’m here. Instead of up there," she cast a glance at the ceiling, "drinking or gambling or working out my frustrations with some knuckle-dragger. After you…we…fought, I swear I wanted to hurt you, leave you here to rot but I….”
“Needed it,” he finished. The tiniest shake of her head made him correct to, “me?”
“You,” she whispered.
Keeping her eyes locked on his, she opened her body to him. He tried not to look but he failed. His line of sight bounced to her bare breast, back up to her lips and then down to her inner thighs. They glistened with his melt. The mattress cover was soaked under her. Lee swallowed hard. It was too much to resist. His hand crawled to her and he drew two fingers along her slippery slit, spreading its spongy lips. She gasped when he slipped easily deeper, piercing her core.
He whistled.
And she giggled, leaning all the way back, tugging him toward her. He withdrew his fingers and bridged above her, carefully adjusting his weight, fitting his body to hers. She had a cushioning softness in this position. Her hair fanned out like a young sun’s rays, crowning her. Her lips were full and ripe with a moist sheen. Lee stared, mesmerized by how lovely she looked, how vulnerable. Then, he claimed her mouth. His tongue plundered her, stroking in and out until he needed breath. Not sated, his lips nibbled gently along the curve of her jaw. Arching his spine, he positioned himself just inside her slick channel. She lifted her hips so he sank in a little further than he’d intended.
“Oh, yeah,” she breathed.
“Yeah? Like that?” She squirmed, murmuring incoherently. “Any time I want,” he said, savoring the concept. “Because you feel it, too, don’t you, Kara? Just like me.”
“I feel it…yes.”
She drew her leg up and hooked it behind his, urging him closer. But he refused to be hurried this time. He stayed with the shallow thrusts, rocking her, finding a sensual rhythm. “What if you’re not in the mood?”
“Never…never happen,” she gasped.
His fingers found a way between them. Trailing low, they circled her clit, teasing it as he feathered his lips over the velvet soft skin of her breasts. He avoided her aching nipples until she seized his face in both hands and pulled him to one. Obedient to her need he suckled gently. His tongue grazed the hard peak, barely touching it with each pass. The light nuzzling made her sigh and quiver. She opened her thighs a little more. Her grip on his face slackened, fingers sliding free as her muscles lost all strength.
“What if you’re pissed off?” he mumbled. “Or sleeping?” He lifted his head to look at her. “Or flying?”
“Wake me. Ground me. Lee…frak…” He derailed her train of thought by stiffening his arms and pushing back, pulling all the way out of her. “Gods…frak me….”
“Now?”
“You…son of a…oh…”
Her breathy groan coinciding with his slow gliding return to her cramping center. On her back, knees splayed wide, she had a virginal tightness that left him gasping but she easily took all of him. He stretched her, filling her completely, and she pulsed around him. His settled into the curves of her frame. They started humping, writhing. Kara swiveled her hips, bucking under him. Lee rode the surge. They got slippery and clutched desperately, panting out praise. Kara dug her heels in, bridging her body.
Close to his cliff edge, blood turning molten in his veins, Lee kissed his way to her ear and whispered, “I’m going to have you like this every night.”
“I…” she gasped.
“Every morning…before…breakfast…”
“…Lee…”
“You’re gonna…tell me…you want it…”
“I…need…”
“Need me,” he corrected.
Kara had no breath left for speech. Every fiber of her being strained toward release. Driving into her, Lee pressed to his elbows so he could stare down into her face and watch her succumb. Ardor had transformed her features, distorting them. Though still beautiful, they had an untamed cast like the masks of fertility dancers. Her hair was damp with sweat. Her eyes had a glassy sheen and she seemed to be looking through him, into him, until her lashes dipped closed.
“Love me,” he said.
She mouthed the words, 'love you,' just as the wave of passion crested. Her climax took him to his. He bowed his head and let go, spilling into her. It had never felt so right.
Neither of them moved for a long time. They just breathed in the sweet warm scent of each other. Finally, Lee shifted his weight to the right and settled to his side. Leaving a warm, slick trail along her inner thigh, he hooked Kara into the crook of his arm. She snuggled closer and he smiled sleepily.
“Thought you didn’t like cuddling,” he murmured while his fingers drew lazy figure-eights through her hair.
“I thought you wanted more restraint.”
“I do,” he said. “I’m thinking of lashing you to the 420, since we don't have a mast.”
The bridge of her nose bumped into him as she gave a snuffling chuckle. Lifting her head, she struggled to adopt a sober expression before saying, “In that case, do you mind if we close the door?” Her eyes nearly crossed as she stared into his, gleefully watching him connect the dots through surprise to embarrassment. Red-faced, he turned his head to look, knowing she was right. They’d left the door open.
“Frak!” He scrambled to his feet, spilling her away from him. “Anyone could have walked by…heard us…watched us…how could I have been so…?”
"It was a mental lapse," she accused. "You want to get caught."
"I do not."
“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t want everyone to know,” she giggled. “Before breakfast? With Hot Dog and Kat in the rack? Someone’s going to hear us.” As he pulled the door shut her shout bounced down the corridor. “Lee Adama loves me.”
“Lee Adama,” he rumbled, slamming the bolt home on the door, “Is going to teach you the meaning of those words.”
THE END
By Rabid1st
BSG – K/L
Spoilers: Nope
Rating: NC-17
Betas: HA! None.
Summary: PWP…set about three weeks after ICED. Lee thinks he's not being loving enough.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters…but I can make them do naughty things. Ron Moore said it was okay. Well…he didn’t actually say making them do naughty things was okay. Bet he would have clarified if he’d known me better, huh?
What kind of man brought the woman he loved to a hole like this?
Standing in the open doorway, Lee wrinkled his nose in distaste. It wasn’t that the storage unit reeked. Overhead vents circulated the air. Filtration kept foul odors at bay and there was no hint of cigar smoke. She wasn’t allows cigars yet and he’d mercilessly enforced that order. Maybe the aroma of spicy tobacco would improve things but Lee doubted it. Things were deteriorating. The room had an underlying whiff of sex and motor oil. It was subtle but a saltwater musk of stale sweat and spent semen permeated the place. His home away from the rack smelled more like sin than love.
Shivering a little, he crossed the threshold and slid the door closed behind him, trying not to notice the echoing. Even the smallest sound bounced and magnified. Depression settled on Lee’s shoulders. He never felt the chill of lonliness when Kara was in residence, only when he was forced to wait for her. As soon as she arrived she burned like a fire in the hearth, transforming the tawdry, empty space with her laughter and her panting moans. Lee paced off the minutes, circling the Swan and wondering why he’d even bothered coming today.
They’d had a fight, an oh-so-public fireworks display that had lacked only an exchange of blows to make it the worst ever. Kara had been Kara, careless and bold. She’d taken a risk and very nearly lost her life. He’d lost his temper, flaring up like a chariot of fire. As soon as she’d landed her crippled bird, he’d stormed across the hanger, calling her arrogant and reckless, a child in need of constant supervision. She’d seemed stunned at first but it hadn’t taken her long to recover her sense of self, to lash out in return.
‘The honeymoon period,’ as Racetrack had so succinctly put it when Kara stalked away from him, ‘was definitely over.’
Lee loosened his uniform collar and, after the briefest hesitation, let his fingers pop the rest of his jacket button. As he peeled the constricting garment off, his eyes fell on their air mattress. He couldn’t help noticing its stained cover. It reminded him of the seediest hotel room on Cloud Nine. Their lone date had gone off track and ended there, in the service quarters in the bowels of the luxurious ship. A closet of a room for half an hour was all they could afford on such short notice. It had been the only alternative to taking her on the lawn in front of the other concert goers. Lee draped his jacket over an upturned crate. This had to stop. It was going on four weeks now and he still hadn’t recovered his self-control.
Sighing, he straddled the Swan and thought of straddling her. He didn’t bother pushing the thought away. He couldn’t kid himself. When she came…if she came…he was going to throw her against the wall and bury himself inside her. It had been three days. Three days without Kara felt like the six months of abstinence he'd endured during basic. Every glance she cast his way made him tremble. He thought of her constantly, jacked off in the shower and fisted his hand in his sheets to keep them from straying. She slept like an innocent, untroubled. He knew because more than once he’d woken her, sliding into her rack and then into her.
Listening to the hiss of the overhead filtration, head pillowed on the sweeping curve of the bike, Lee considered his lack of restraint. It was humbling. He prided himself on his cool head but when it came to Kara he knew no moderation. He wanted her. He took her. Despite his resolve to do better next time, to go slow, he just couldn’t seem to stop having his way with her. He needed her, like breath or water. Why couldn't he show her how much he cared? Why couldn't he make love to her?
His gaze slipped to the small clock on the Swan’s steering column. She was late. No, not late, he corrected, because she wasn’t coming. He’d been a fool to think she might. If he was lucky, she’d gone to her rack. If he was screwed, she’d gone after the new light ordinance man. The bastard had been giving her the eye all week, going so far as to sit next to her at dinner. She hadn’t encouraged him. Not yet. But Lee hadn't given her a good reason until today.
Returning to his pacing route, Lee skirted the greasy engine parts scattered on the floor. His foot lashed out at a convenient hunk of metal, sending it flying. It bonged against the far wall of the room. He kicked another piece after it. He wasn’t going to do this. He wasn’t going to be ruled by his passions. He completed the circle, snatched up his jacket and stalked to the door. Wrenching it open, he stepped a foot through and froze with one hand on the door frame and one on the handle. Kara was outside. She pressed against the far wall of the corridor, indecision in every taut muscle. Her fingers were white-knuckled around the guide railing that bisected the wall.
They stared at one another for a series of thudding heartbeats. Kara lifted her chin defiantly, moistened her lips. Her eyes were wide and dark, the planes of her face shadowed. She was wearing her running shoes, sweats and a sport bra. Her skin seemed flawless in the half-light.
“I…,” Lee cleared his throat and tried again. “I…didn’t think you would come.”
“I need it,” she whispered.
Lee's jacket slipped from his fingers as he groaned. His eyes closed for a moment. When he opened them, he saw her moving. She'd pushed away from wall, turning, perhaps to leave. He couldn’t live with that. Lunging forward, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the room and into him. Resistance dragged against his shoulder for a brief second before she yielded, closing in a rush. As flesh slammed into flesh Lee’s mouth found hers. His hands guided her to the nearest wall while his fingers tore at her clothing, getting things wrong, trying to unbutton her sweats. Her fingers were more coherent. They undid his fly, found his shaft and joysticked it free. It bobbed against her chest and cheek as she slithered out of her sweats.
She returned to kissing him. Lee didn’t concern himself with her bra. She didn’t have to be nude. Just wet and ready which she was. His questing fingers confirmed it. Sweeping his hands under her arms, he lifted her slightly, tearing her lips from his. She mumbled a breif protest but didn’t fight the inevitable. Bracing a foot against his thigh and both hands on his shoulders, she helped him raise her up. He shoved her against the wall. Gravity brought her down in a slow slide. He guided her fall so her legs circled his waist.
She impaled herself on him. Her upturned face glowed with the same holy joy classical painters gave to maiden’s being rescued by their heroes. Lee would be happy to slay her dragons. Rings of slick, striated muscle sheathed his length. He went deep, caressing her with an unhurried penetration. He reveled in the glide into her oily heat. His mouth opened on a sigh and stayed open as he grunted through his first few thrusts. Kara rocked her hips to accommodate a little more of him. They were getting very good at this.
He traced his fingers over her satin smooth skin. They tangled in her hair as he gripped the nape of her neck. Kara held his face, drawing him into her kiss. She bucked and shimmied and grew wetter. Silken fluid eased his pumping strokes. Passion liquefied her, melting her rock hard character. She became a serpentine and fluid thing, one flesh could barely contain.
When she started to undulate, he shifted her weight, wrapping an arm under her knee, sliding his hand along her bottom. Firm muscle filled the cup of his palm. Her lips were roughly demanding. He acceded to them, sweeping his tongue over hers. Her hands refused to settle. They gripped his upper arms, tugged through his hair and caressed his chest. Her stinging nails abraided his nipples.
Lee merged with her. They formed a single body, blood singing, muscles tensing and lungs straining. Sweat and other juices made them slippery. They sought traction from their remaining clothing, fingers clawing into fabric. Kara stiffened. Her eyes rolled up and back under fluttering lashes, her arms went rigid. Lee’s gut clenched. Her neck arched and her head knocked into the wall. Lee licked and kissed her presented throat, sucking against her pulse points.
They both gasped and shuddered as a series of tiny quakes built to a shattering climax. Kara tried to squeeze her thighs together. Lee tried to close his fingers around her bones. Her ejaculate sprayed his already slick shaft, making his final plunging penetration even smoother. He gyrated against her, flattening her spine to the wall. Her locked elbows gave way and she slumped into him. His marrow drained into her. They wailed a long quavering declaration of unity and curled around each other, holding on with all of their strength.
The orgasm pulled them under, dragged them out to sea and then cast them back up onshore. Gasping, gazes locked and drawing out like saltwater taffy, they separated, spiritually foundering as they reconnected with their individual identities. Kara had trouble finding her feet. Supporting her wobbling weight, Lee staggered the few steps to the mattress and dropped to his knees on it. Kara let go and sprawled next to him, breathless and panting. Lee found a blanket, pulling it over them as he, too, collapsed.
It took a long time for the room to solidify again. Lee waited for his pounding pulse to fade into the background. He watched the darkness recede like an ebbing tide from the edges of his vision. He stared at the ceiling until he was sure it was a ceiling and thought about her coming to him, needing him the way he needed her.
“I hear your C.A.G. was a real prick this morning,” he said without looking at her.
“That's how he is," she said.
He twitched slightly, stung by the reprimand but willing to take it.
“Thoughtless bastard,” he muttered.
"He overreacts. Says too much. It gets him in trouble.”
“Want me to kick his ass?”
He could hear the smile in her voice as she said, “I can do that all by myself.”
“He’d throw you in the brig if you tried. Then I’d never get laid.”
She sat up and slipped off her bra. Tossing it aside she looked over her shoulder at him. There was a teasing light in her eyes as she innocently asked, “You don’t think I’d get conjugal visits?”
He ducked his chin a little and flashed a grin. “I don’t think you’d be able to avoid them.” Sobering, he met her eye. “Sorry, I blew up like that. I didn’t mean…I don't want to hurt you.”
She shrugged a shoulder and looked away. “You were doing your job, I guess. You don’t need to coddle me.”
“Coddle you? You nearly cost me a bird,” he pointed out. “We don’t have the ships to spare for your half-assed…” Sighing, he relented. “Anyway, Tyrol thinks he can fix her. And you were doing what you do best, pushing the envelope.”
“Did you get to see it?” Kara said, brightening at the thought of her hair-raising maneuver. “The sunburst worked like a charm. I fried two of those bastards with one shot and made it back to Galactica. Yeah. Okay. The torque caught me off guard and I lost sight of Mousie for a second but next time I’ll keep it in the safe zone.”
“If,” he stressed the word, propping himself up on an elbow, “I ever let you fly again. You are definitely not going to try that idiotic maneuver a second time and that’s an order, Lieutenant.”
They stared one another down. Kara gave way first. “I’m going to end up in the brig,” she muttered. Lee wisely held his tongue. After a pause, she said, “I can’t think about you out there. I need my head in the game. That’s not going to change.”
“I know,” Lee sighed. “I don’t want you to change.”
“You don’t?”
“No.” He spoke without thinking. But when she turned a measured stare on him, he took the time to consider her question. Would he be happy with a pliant Kara? One who followed his orders and never took risks? He shook his head and repeated his denial. “No. You’re my best pilot. Don’t start second guessing yourself.” He lay back down.
“So, you’re just going to yell at me?”
“When you shave a few years off my life?” He asked, his tone dripping sarcasm, “Yeah. I’m going to tell you about it." After a mollifying pause, he darted a sidelong glance at her. "Think you can get used to that?”
The corners of her mouth tilted up and a light sparked in her eyes. She carelessly wafted her hand. “I already am.”
He plucked at his tanks and then curled up slightly to slide them over his head. Kara loosened his shoes and he shoved them off his feet. His socks, pants and underwear followed. Naked, he scooped her into his arms. Her skin was buttery soft along his. She leaned her cheek against his shoulder. He kissed her nape, swirling his tongue into the hollow of her collarbone.
“We need to practice restraint, Kara,” he whispered his warm breath stirring stray hairs on her neck.
“If you want to practice with restraints the brig is a good place,” she chuckled.
“See? That’s why we need the practice,” he sighed, pushing her away until he could look into her face. “Talk to me. Don’t seduce me.”
Her brow creased and she raked him up and down with a petulant glare. “I don’t have to seduce you, Captain.”
Lee conceded this point with a smile and dip of his head. “No,” he sighed. Releasing his grip on her, he added, “You just have to be in the same room.”
“Bet I don’t.”
He groaned in despair. Tipping his head back, he shut his eyes. He was never going to have a meaningful conversation with her again.
“Stop trying to control it,” she said. The sharp edge to her voice drew his eyes back to her.
“I’m not trying…
“I mean it, Lee. Stop it.”
“I’m not trying to control you,” he insisted.
“Not me,” Kara corrected. She pointed back and forth between them. “This. It is what it is. If you want to frak me just…pass me a note in the corridor or something. Whistle. Wave. Point toward the showers.”
“You’ll get sick of it.” He didn’t want to say, ‘sick of me.’
She puffed out a disbelieving snort. When he refused to lower his challenging gaze she shook her head. “I won’t,” she growled, low and hungry. “I need it like you need it.”
The confession made his cock twitch. He glanced down at it, one brow arching. Kara snickered, reaching for him. But Lee didn’t see the humor, yet. Sliding his fingers along the outer curve of her arms, he seized her hands and carried them to his lap.
“You mean more to me than…this.” His voice cracked slightly when he said it but he got the words out. “I love you.”
She sat very still for a moment and then squeezed his fingers. Head bowed, Lee could feel her eyes on him as she eased her hands free. He didn't want to see her reaction to his confession, didn't want to see the door close. When he sighed, she poked him in the ribs, carefully avoiding his recently mended ones.
“You think I don’t know that?” She asked. He looked up, questioningly, and saw her brow furrow. After searching his face, she changed her inflection. “You think I don’t know that.”
He tried to turn his head away but her palm caught his cheek and she held his chin steady. Her thumb caressed his lower lip. “That’s why I’m here. Instead of up there," she cast a glance at the ceiling, "drinking or gambling or working out my frustrations with some knuckle-dragger. After you…we…fought, I swear I wanted to hurt you, leave you here to rot but I….”
“Needed it,” he finished. The tiniest shake of her head made him correct to, “me?”
“You,” she whispered.
Keeping her eyes locked on his, she opened her body to him. He tried not to look but he failed. His line of sight bounced to her bare breast, back up to her lips and then down to her inner thighs. They glistened with his melt. The mattress cover was soaked under her. Lee swallowed hard. It was too much to resist. His hand crawled to her and he drew two fingers along her slippery slit, spreading its spongy lips. She gasped when he slipped easily deeper, piercing her core.
He whistled.
And she giggled, leaning all the way back, tugging him toward her. He withdrew his fingers and bridged above her, carefully adjusting his weight, fitting his body to hers. She had a cushioning softness in this position. Her hair fanned out like a young sun’s rays, crowning her. Her lips were full and ripe with a moist sheen. Lee stared, mesmerized by how lovely she looked, how vulnerable. Then, he claimed her mouth. His tongue plundered her, stroking in and out until he needed breath. Not sated, his lips nibbled gently along the curve of her jaw. Arching his spine, he positioned himself just inside her slick channel. She lifted her hips so he sank in a little further than he’d intended.
“Oh, yeah,” she breathed.
“Yeah? Like that?” She squirmed, murmuring incoherently. “Any time I want,” he said, savoring the concept. “Because you feel it, too, don’t you, Kara? Just like me.”
“I feel it…yes.”
She drew her leg up and hooked it behind his, urging him closer. But he refused to be hurried this time. He stayed with the shallow thrusts, rocking her, finding a sensual rhythm. “What if you’re not in the mood?”
“Never…never happen,” she gasped.
His fingers found a way between them. Trailing low, they circled her clit, teasing it as he feathered his lips over the velvet soft skin of her breasts. He avoided her aching nipples until she seized his face in both hands and pulled him to one. Obedient to her need he suckled gently. His tongue grazed the hard peak, barely touching it with each pass. The light nuzzling made her sigh and quiver. She opened her thighs a little more. Her grip on his face slackened, fingers sliding free as her muscles lost all strength.
“What if you’re pissed off?” he mumbled. “Or sleeping?” He lifted his head to look at her. “Or flying?”
“Wake me. Ground me. Lee…frak…” He derailed her train of thought by stiffening his arms and pushing back, pulling all the way out of her. “Gods…frak me….”
“Now?”
“You…son of a…oh…”
Her breathy groan coinciding with his slow gliding return to her cramping center. On her back, knees splayed wide, she had a virginal tightness that left him gasping but she easily took all of him. He stretched her, filling her completely, and she pulsed around him. His settled into the curves of her frame. They started humping, writhing. Kara swiveled her hips, bucking under him. Lee rode the surge. They got slippery and clutched desperately, panting out praise. Kara dug her heels in, bridging her body.
Close to his cliff edge, blood turning molten in his veins, Lee kissed his way to her ear and whispered, “I’m going to have you like this every night.”
“I…” she gasped.
“Every morning…before…breakfast…”
“…Lee…”
“You’re gonna…tell me…you want it…”
“I…need…”
“Need me,” he corrected.
Kara had no breath left for speech. Every fiber of her being strained toward release. Driving into her, Lee pressed to his elbows so he could stare down into her face and watch her succumb. Ardor had transformed her features, distorting them. Though still beautiful, they had an untamed cast like the masks of fertility dancers. Her hair was damp with sweat. Her eyes had a glassy sheen and she seemed to be looking through him, into him, until her lashes dipped closed.
“Love me,” he said.
She mouthed the words, 'love you,' just as the wave of passion crested. Her climax took him to his. He bowed his head and let go, spilling into her. It had never felt so right.
Neither of them moved for a long time. They just breathed in the sweet warm scent of each other. Finally, Lee shifted his weight to the right and settled to his side. Leaving a warm, slick trail along her inner thigh, he hooked Kara into the crook of his arm. She snuggled closer and he smiled sleepily.
“Thought you didn’t like cuddling,” he murmured while his fingers drew lazy figure-eights through her hair.
“I thought you wanted more restraint.”
“I do,” he said. “I’m thinking of lashing you to the 420, since we don't have a mast.”
The bridge of her nose bumped into him as she gave a snuffling chuckle. Lifting her head, she struggled to adopt a sober expression before saying, “In that case, do you mind if we close the door?” Her eyes nearly crossed as she stared into his, gleefully watching him connect the dots through surprise to embarrassment. Red-faced, he turned his head to look, knowing she was right. They’d left the door open.
“Frak!” He scrambled to his feet, spilling her away from him. “Anyone could have walked by…heard us…watched us…how could I have been so…?”
"It was a mental lapse," she accused. "You want to get caught."
"I do not."
“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t want everyone to know,” she giggled. “Before breakfast? With Hot Dog and Kat in the rack? Someone’s going to hear us.” As he pulled the door shut her shout bounced down the corridor. “Lee Adama loves me.”
“Lee Adama,” he rumbled, slamming the bolt home on the door, “Is going to teach you the meaning of those words.”
THE END