Word Count: 1,112
Date: 9/24/05
Series: Season 2
Rating: M+
Category: Relationship
Pairing/Focus: Lee/Kara
Warnings: nothing graphic, but something nonetheless
Summary: Lee's head is giving him a headache at the worst
possible time.
Spoilers/Disclaimers: If I seriously owned BSG, you'd see
Starbuck and Apollo making out every episode. But I don't, so they're not.
It's odd, how their off duty shifts just happen to coincide with each other's that day. It's been a long day for Lee, and he is just about to pass out in the hallway when his sick little perverted mind tells him to visit Starbuck. He shakes his head, continuing on his way. He stops again, when his mind starts talking again.
'You know you wanna see her.'
'I think I'm going as mad as Dr. Baltar, if not worse.' He shakes his head, hoping to get it stop, but it doesn't work. After a few seconds, he tries again.
'Well, if you don't want to . . . .' Just when he thought it went away, Starbuck came around the corner, in nothing but her tanks and shorts with running shoes on. She looks like she's been awake for a while. An announcement comes over the speakers.
"Starbuck and Apollo to the Commander's office." Dee's voice rings loud and clear. He groans as he turns around. He was just about to get some rest too.
'Nuh uh. More likely getting nice little hot dreams about a certain someone.' His mind giggles, and Lee outwardly nearly flinches. Luckily, Kara doesn't notice.
They both walk into the office. Catching his father's eye, he closes the door. The commander is sitting at his desk, and taking off his glasses, rubs his eyes.
"On orders from Doc Cottle, you both are off duty." He watches them as they flinch, before the one word he's been waiting for comes out.
"WHAT?" It's Kara first, then Lee.
"Both of you are off duty due to lack of sleep and are to be confined to your quarters until further notice." William Adama is dead serious in this, and they can tell.
"How long?" Lee asks.
"Indefinitely." Kara rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed.
"Dismissed." They both walk out, clearly brooding. As soon as they are out of earshot, his eyes twinkle. Maybe this would give them an opportunity to finally get it together.
Kara is stomping back to quarters, with Lee struggling to catch up with her. His arm is suddenly on hers, and he drags her into a dark corner. The corridor is deserted, miraculously.
"What?" she nearly growls.
"I think you and I both know what the hell is going on between us." He says, blue eyes nearly glowing in the darkness. She gulps, knowing that he knows but doesn't give a shit.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." The ending is cut off when he slams her against the wall, gently, but firmly. The electricity running through her is defiantly not being ignored anymore. She shivers slightly, but he catches it.
"I'm not taking no for an answer, Kara." The way he says her name has her look away, even as he drags her back.
"Yours or mine?" She shakes her head, becoming very afraid.
"The only way to fix this is to get this over with once and for all. So I'm all for it. What about you?" She nods, slowly. He loosens his hold on her, letting her walk in front, careful not to let her stray too far from his sight and his arm.
They reach his quarters. She closes the door hesitantly, still staring at it before she turns toward him, eyes confused. They eye each other carefully, watching the other's reactions. Finally, neither of them can take it anymore.
Her ass is pressed up against the door, along with the rest of her as he holds her head in his hands. His lips are rough on her. She yields under his touch, and lets him in instantly. His tongue is hot and explores everywhere, careful not to let one space in her mouth go untouched.
She pulls back, gasping for air. She leans back against the door, even as he continues to move. He attacks her neck, and the rest period that she is suppose to have is interrupted as he nips and licks sensitive areas of her flesh.
She exposes her neck some wall slams later, finding their way to his bed in the back. He loves the moans that are torn from her lips, and she has shed his uniform jacket and his tanks, while she is untouched.
When they both manage to get rid of their barriers, they step back to see what they have uncovered. His hands find her torso, even as he explores her as she does to him. His lips mark the map, starting at the hollow of her throat and working his way down.
His lips love her breasts, especially when she stiffens and threatens to gasp. He works her into a gasping frenzy when he suckles from them, giving each an equal amount of time before moving down.
But right before he can touch her right were he wants, something happens. They both look up at the sound, and he scrambles quicker than her toward the source.
He shoves her back down on the bed, pinning her down and straddling her even as he picks up the phone. She moves underneath him, getting ready to leave when she realizes whom he's talking to. Then she panics.
"Yes, Dad, I'm resting." He smirks even as his father replies. He slides down her body, and reaches her heat. She shakes her head, gesturing toward the phone. He signs for her to be quiet, even as his head settles down.
"No, but she stopped by a while ago to check to see if I was ok." He stiffens his tongue and dips it inside of her. Her mouth opens, but not before his free hand slaps her mouth shut.
"Sorry, Dad. I must be more tired than I thought. Maybe I should get some rest." He's released her mouth by now, and she is trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah, I'll let her know." He winks at her one last time before he hangs up the phone.
'You bastard.' She signs silently. He kisses her briefly.
'You wouldn't want it any other way.' He replies. She can't help it. She cracks a smile.
His finger traces downwards. He marvels at how she trembles under him.
"Where were we?" he asks, and nearly laughs when Kara's eyes go angry. Her hand, however, tells a different story.
She guides him to the place she wants, no, needs to be touched. He's only too happy to comply. He stifles a gasp as she "accidentally" brushes her hand against the one spot on his body that has not been touched by her yet.
'I told you that you wanted to see her.'