Word Count: 8,900
Date:
Series: Alternate Universe
Rating: M+
Category: Relationships
Pairing/Focus: Lee/Kara
Warnings:
Summary: Who's hunting who?
Spoilers/Disclaimers:
Having FINALLY gotten to eat, shower and shave… Lee gratefully stumbles into the bunkroom for a well-deserved crash on his rack, having just completed three days of double duty, as both CAG and Pilot... Shuffling heavily forward, he reaches up for the rail of his bunk and notices...
*Whoa!* Starbuck is spread out beneath him on hers, like sex personified, wearing only a pair of black cotton bikini underwear as she indulges in a little self-love.
*Dear Gods! Have I just had a stroke?* He couldn't move to save his life, everything around him has stopped cold… except her.
*Run, Moron – now!* his few coherent brain cells prompt him insistently!
The pale pink tips of her gorgeous breasts rise and fall, hardened in the cool air of the room. One of her hands moves rhythmically under the black fabric of her waistband, flicking between her dampened folds as she rocks gently… *Oh…Shit, that looks so...*
"Uhhhhh..." Unable to make any other sound, he just gapes at her wide open green eyes glinting wicked amusement back at him. He has a sudden ludicrous image of his brain frying out with a "poink!zzzz!" like a fuse blowing...
She sees him, obviously, but only writhes even more...biting her lip with a strangled whimper. It would –almost- sound like she needed help... but she appears to be doing just... fine… all by…
"Ohhhh yeah…" she groans throatily.
*Oh Lords, help me…I'm SO dead!* he thinks frantically.
When he tries to speak... she just "puts her lips together, and... blows" with a finger held to her lips... "Shhhhh"
He blinks slowly, still hypnotized when she beckons him with that evocative finger, smiling slyly, "C'mere, Lee".
*No way…* He shakes his head no, backing away slowly with huge, starstruck blue eyes...
Pouting, (trying hard not to laugh) she puts the finger in her mouth to wet it again... and then trails it slowly back down her tummy to switch hands... As she continues caressing herself... she begins to suck on the other finger... *Take THAT Captain Tightass!*
He groans, pressed flat against the bulkhead now and breathing as hard as a marathon runner...
She notices, appreciatively, that his toned chest is either still damp from his shower, or the poor man is breaking a sweat just looking at her.
"You don't have to –leave- Lee… you can just hop on top of me...in your bunk. Really, don't mind me; I'm sure it's nothing you haven't seen…" she breathes in her best porn star voice.
"Or… you might...help a girl out?"
"K-Kara?" he quavers out huskily, "That isn't..."
"Isn't WHAT, Lee?" She demands, sitting up abruptly, "Isn't HOT enough for you?"
"Allright..." her voices hardens into steely determination, "How's this, Hotstuff?"
He flinches as she jumps up, stalking towards him... ridiculously feeling as if he's about to be eaten...
But she stops several feet away, standing still in the middle of the floor between the bunks, looking like like a misplaced classical nude statue of Aphrodite...No, not feral enough… Artemis, maybe, but she's just EXUDING pure carnal heat…
He decides to deify Starbuck as her OWN goddess, a frakked-up beautiful contradiction of love and war...
Her hands tousling her hair languidly, Kara closes her eyes and lets her hips begin to sway slowly…
It's no rhythm he recognizes, but it sure as Hell looks good... and her hands become his agents, stroking and cupping places he only dreams of touching, of tasting... and she's close enough for him to catch the slightest hint of her scent...
Something primitive in him growls...*MINE!*
He's going to pass out if he can't manage to draw in a breath soon...What oxygen he'd possessed had fled his lungs the instant he saw her touching herself. Watching her like this hurts him like a cross between a hard gut punch and a graze to the balls... but it's a strangely divine agony, a beautiful death.
He's not a blushing novice, no able-bodied Viper pilot really is with the all the offers they get, including Starbuck…
*Why the Hell should it be so DIFFERENT with her... ? Why hasn't he ever felt this before? What IS this?*
"Please, Kara..." his low voice begs her.
"Please...Stop?" or "Don't Stop, please. "Which one, Lee?"
She turns about idly, away from him - bending and swaying gracefully, arching her back, her fingertips follow down the curve of one arm with the other... As she reaches her pale sculpted shoulder, her hand rises to caress the silky side of her neck, tracing the tempting lines of her white throat.
She turns her head so he can see her delicate profile. Her eyes are closed, and she must be imagining him -imagining her- because it's almost like he can feel her skin through HER fingers...as her shapely hips continue to keep their own erotically slow time to the unheard music moving her…
His own eyes flutter shut as he half-slides down the wall, his knees swaying under him...
"Lee." her firm voice prompts him.
His eyes obediently half-open, revealing just a sliver of feverish blue. He watches as she inches suggestively back over to her rack... She places one daintily pointed little foot up on the mattress...and takes hold of the vertical bar at the foot of the bunk-frame...
He shivers as she braces her other foot on the floor and leans back, using the post to support her. She strokes the metal firmly with her hands, lovingly - Shifting her weight, her hips begin to move sinuously, riding the make-shift dancer's pole in an age-old taunting invitation.
*NO - WAY! I'm NOT seeing this… Lords of Kobol, hear my prayer - clearly I am cracking up!!*
*Get a grip Captain!* he attempts to rationalize, *You've seen her naked before, this shouldn't be any big deal!*
So WHY is she so –gorgeous-? No makeup, no adornment at all...and other than her simple underwear, there aren't even any elaborate pieces of lingerie for her to teasingly remove… but somehow, even with the shock of her stripper imitation, she doesn't look remotely tawdry? She just looks... graceful, soft, wanton... absolutely incendiary!
*Fight – flee – fight – flee - fight!!!!* his dutifully honed warrior instincts chant in mindless contradiction...no help at all!
*No-no-NO! Dammit no!* he orders himself, but if he was going to run, shouldn't he have done that a while ago? Like when he first walked in, and should have walked right the Frak back out?!
*Face it!* he admits to himself with an edge of panic, *You don't even WANT to fight this anymore! You're BUSTED, give it up – this fight is OVER!*
She has slid down onto the floor with her knees apart now, leaning her back against the bunk, her hands still exploring sensual mysteries that should belong to HIS jealous hands...and suddenly, that angers him a little…
"Frak it!" he hisses, making a command decision, "That's IT!"
When she opens her eyes...hazy green, drawing him down into the deep blackness of her dialated pupils, he is standing above her.
Way too close to be anywhere near appropriate...*Yeah? As if her naked dancing might be?* he thinks with grim humor.
But there's not a damn thing funny about this….
There is no doubt of his intentions; his posture, his expression, his lean, masculine body - hard and aching, all promise her exactly what she's asked for, and just maybe more than she can handle...
She looks up at him from the floor, still on her knees, and tentatively licks her top lip. He looks so fierce, wild. It's unbelievably powerful to feel so weak... so small before him...
But he knows the truth, no matter what price he will exact from her trembling body for this bold seduction, it's she who's captured him and he finally REALLY understands why people call it a "honey trap" He doesn't want to escape...
In fact, he's just about to break completely and beg her to devour him whole, when she mercifully exposes his hotly pulsing shaft to the cool air and blows a stream of warm humidity across him. His held breath staggers out as he exhales... His eyes plead wordlessly, *Kara, please…*
Her hands cup him firmly, as if reminding him just who is in control of the stick here, and he knows he's so far gone that he honestly doesn't give a damn WHAT she wants of him, as long as she doesn't stop. She pushes him down on her bunk and he remains sprawled on his back exactly as he fell until she decides to say otherwise.
Near delirious with lust, he gives himself over to her… "Whatever you want lady...take it, anything!"
He arches sharply, sucking in a shuddering breath when she takes the silky crown of him into the warm bliss of her mouth; that rough little tongue of hers taunts him even now, stroking him with maddeningly light little laps that make him groan pathetically.
*I'm going to KILL her if she doesn't quit frakking around! … AhhhSHIT! If this doesn't kill me first...!*
"Kara..". he warns her through clenched teeth, "harder!"
Suddenly she's enveloped him and is bearing down firmly, maintaining constant delicious suction as she moves, making love to him with her mouth. When her nimble hands spider up his quaking abs to pinch his nipples roughly, he gasps for air under the deluge of sensations.
*Maybe it'll kill us both,* he thinks dazedly,*When the foreplay is shredding me like this – the actual sex is gonna be nothing short of complete obliteration!* And for once, he couldn't give a frak less if he lives through this, because he knows now that he can't live without it.
Exercising all his considerable discipline, he taps at her shoulders lightly a few times and she releases him, moving aside to allow him room to re-position... but he presses her down on her back and looms over her, pinning her shoulders down with assertive hands, bending to nudge his military-smooth jaw into the side of her silky neck.
"Stay still !" he instructs her firmly, with his lips just barely brushing her ear and sending shivers racing down her ear canal. However softly spoken, in that commanding tone, it's definitely an order! Her body responds to his gunmetal voice with a hard tremor as a surge of fire storms her from within. The heavens are falling around her… but his voice, his touch keeps her safe…
Lee moves to recline on his side next to her and runs his heated gaze possessively down her body all the way to her tiny toes. *Mine!* His hands start to move surely and slowly, mapping the exquisite contours of her slightly trembling body with agonizing precision… She's not built like a stick, he's always known she's made of stronger stuff than that or she'd be useless in a Viper cockpit, or in a fight; but his Starbuck is nothing if not capable.
Her voluptuous curves are soft in all the best places, but there is tough muscle gliding underneath. And she has more iron in her spine than anyone he's ever met. As an ideal of feminine beauty… she's an Amazon, a warrior – not a fragile porcelain doll. She's real, and he loves that she doesn't take his shit and does whatever the Hell she wants to anyway. He respects her, and it makes her surrender the sweetest thing he has ever won.
As he memorizes the texture, the scent, the living pulse of her skin…Lee focuses intently on her responses, looking up to gauge the effects of his devastating explorations. Every time he raises his eyes, her gaze is still locked on his face, clinging almost desperately. The force of his hungry scrutiny sears into her too-transparent eyes, baring her need for him completely. She knows exactly what she's doing, and with whom. He has no doubts about her thinking of Zak, or of Baltar or of anyone else… that look is for him.
They both stop breathing when he places his firm hand on one of her knees, pushing it gently away from the other to expose her vulnerability to his heated gaze. On some dark level, he always thought he wanted to take her, make her feel helpless underneath his weight, pinned...
But even more, he finds that now he wants to watch her eyes… flashes of realization sparking within them like a fiery meteor storm, as she finally understands what's really happening here… They're playing for much higher stakes than she bargained for... In fact, HE isn't playing at all. He will not be satisfied with just the surrender of her body, he wants inside her all the way.
Because one of these patrols, maybe the very next one, or the one after that or in a frakking year from now, the odds are bound to catch up; one of them is going to run out of luck, it's inevitable. If someday he has to watch in helpless grief as her luminous sparks fade before his eyes in the cold tomb of space, he wants this moment of possession, this potent taste of her life, of her incredible spirit to hold deep inside himself, something of her to keep…He knows it's the only thing that would keep him alive to do his duty.
And if, by chance, it was his time that came due, although he intends to do everything in his power to stay in the same existence she inhabits, he knows he would still never leave her side… he will always be with her. It's time he told her that, just in case she ever needs to know…
But these are not the thoughts for this moment, not while he is willingly enchanted by her contours and planes… entranced by her little freckles and marks, even the scars – all beautiful to him. So he pushes the fear away and reaches for her, stilling the powerfully distracting swells of her hips… It's time.
There will be no more pretending that he doesn't love her. Today, he WILL tell her, without the stupid joking, but first – he's going to –show- her. Starbuck often doesn't believe what you tell her, not if she hasn't seen it with her own eyes, felt it in her gut…He's going to give her tangible, undeniable proof of exactly how he feels.
And this time, there won't be any kidding around, insults or fighting and there DAMN well won't be ANY more running. She can't lie to him, not when everything she does, even when she hurts him, screams out that she loves him. For a long time now, he's known she was meant for him – HELL, he'd unabashedly sent out territorial signals to every man who came within yards of her, without her ever noticing it… much.
He's been holding back, trying so HARD not to frak it up with her, not giving in when it would have been SO easy to have her on HER terms on Colonial night, which wasn't nearly enough for him. He'd pitied Gaius, the supposed genius had no idea when he was being used, but he'd been angry beyond reason with Kara. Not just because she'd gotten laid, but she'd chosen someone so… UNWORTHY! VP or no, the man was a sleazy bastard and the very thought of it made him sick. He'd meant to explain that, but somehow, he'd ended up making a mess of everything anyway.
Well, SHE might have been the one to instigate this mating dance today; she probably thinks she's got him, and she does - right where he wants HER and he's not giving up the advantage.
Lee has officially lost patience for waiting, and now he's going to take her.
Bending his head, Lee placed a wet, sucking kiss on the back of her knee, just to watch her shiver and then concentrated on licking his way slowly up the insides of her thighs alternately as she squirmed under him helplessly. Reaching the warm, richly scented front of her panties, he suckled his first taste of her through the wet fabric. Her hands clamped into his hair and she was outright begging…
"PLEASE Lee, touch me… Stop teasing, dammit! I need it!...GODS, I need you so bad!"
Her hands were pushing at him, simultaneously pulling at her underwear as she tried to wiggle free of the obstruction between them. Patiently, but brooking no resistance, he held her fists down on the bed on both sides of her hips.
"Knock it off, you… or I'll stop this altogether" he stated determinedly, one eyebrow raising to emphasize the sincerity of his threat.
"You couldn't!" she spat back
*Ooh- hoo, cranky aren't we?* but he doesn't say it, he wants to live!
"Watch me." He replied in all seriousness, "You started it… I've waited this long, and you know damn well I could've taken you up on this unspoken challenge of ours anytime, lady… Uh-uh, I'm doing this right… and YOU'RE holding still for it."
She set her jaw stubbornly, but her grudging submission to his terms was evident by her silence and that she'd stayed put; still but for the movement of her ragged breathing. This was something he'd always wanted most to share with her, to give to her…the most intimate kiss…. He would devour her passionately, just as though he was kissing her mouth; nibbling at the wet velvety soft lips and slipping his tongue between them to mercilessly rub and nibble at the sensitive bud hidden between until she was sobbing his name.
He smiled, surprisingly tenderly and then he carefully nipped at her sensitive folds through the cloth a few times, just enough to sting a little. His grin was victorious as she jerked in reaction, whimpering. His tongue wandered to delve under the elastic at her leg, questing hungrily for her burning slickness, knowing the interference of the barrier would serve to intensify the sensation for her wherever he touched. With his hands otherwise occupied, it also made every inch of her he tasted another small victory. He was moaning, heart pounding right out of his chest as he tasted her, nearly drunk on her fragrance and the power of shattering her formidable reserve, making her whimper feverishly for the pleasure he could give her with the hard strength of his body.
Since Kara had ceased trying to interfere with her hands, Lee took the opportunity to find a better use for his…tiptoeing the fingers of his left hand over her ribs. Her ticklish giggle turned into a moan as he began to gently stroke the sensitive underside of her breast up from the crease underneath, lightly flicking his tongue over the other one in the same place. It was an area he knew to be incredibly sensitive for most women and apparently, his favorite wild card pilot was no exception.
Her incoherent little noises increased in volume to actual cries...which escalated still louder when he began rolling one of her incongruously delicate nipples firmly between his fingers while his mouth alternated between teasing circular swipes around the pale pink aureole of her other breast to sucking strongly on her entire nipple to make her hiss in pleasure-pain.
Then… he stopped, waiting for her to open her passion-dazed eyes in confusion…
"Lee?" she asked, her voice breaking to match the look of hurt in her eyes, "What are you doing?"
"Kara, I need you to listen to me…"
"I'm not certain what you feel, but this can't just be a casual one-time thing with me, I can't handle that… I'd go frakking insane… I already AM half insane! So if you want someone else, or you don't want to be with ME like that, JUST me...you need to tell me now, before I mess up what we have any worse… I HAVE to be your friend, Kara… Please don't take that away from me! I've tried so hard… I haven't said anything all this time…I've been so SCARED I'd lose you! DAMN you! SAY something!
**KNOCK**KNOCK**
When he looked up impatiently in the direction of the knock, she said, "I set it to lock when you closed it."
His questioning look was interrupted by the door again…
**KNOCK**KNOCK**
In unison they shouted, "GO AWAY!"
There was some inaudible grumbling but at least whoever it was had the sense to frak off! Nobody wanted to interrupt Apollo and Starbuck yelling at each other, there were other empty bunks to be borrowed somewhere else, somewhere safer.
"Kara… please tell me… what do you want from me?"
"So… are you just saying you WANT me… or… that you're IN LOVE with me?"
Pushed past his breaking point, Lee half-yelled out his confession…
"YES! Yes I WANT you! Yes I LOVE you! No! I'm NOT kidding, No, I DON'T mean "just as friends," I'm frakkin nuts about you! Now will you PLEASE put me out of my misery? I'm dying here… Please, Kara!" the woman had reduced him to a pile of smoking rubble… yet without her answer, somehow he still felt like a condemned man.
"Lee… I love you…" she whispered, barely audibly with her eyes closed against his searching gaze.
"Give me your eyes!" came the familiar order, but his voice was oddly strangled-sounding.
Summoning all her will, she looked him in the eyes and firmly, clearly repeated, "I said, I LOVE you, and I mean it… in EVERY way. I want you to make love to me, I want to be with you - JUST you, and yes, you are STILL my best friend. I love you, Lee..."
He sagged over her, grabbing her tight in his shaking arms, thoroughly rattled from the release of the tension that had wracked his entire body…
"Oh…. Thank the Gods, Kara!" he nearly sobbed into her neck. "I've always thought you were beautiful… but you just don't know how I've been DYING over you - ever since I saw you doing pushups in the cell that day!"
His head rose again from her shoulder and he fixed those laser blue eyes on hers, "Tell me I'm NOT dreaming!" he demanded urgently.
"I love you. Kara Thrace loves Lee Adama… " her eyes are star-bright with tears.
"Even better!" he alternates exuberant kisses with his sweetest mega-watt grin! "I'm SO damn happy…!"
**KNOCK**KNOCK**KNOCK**
"Sorry Sirs…shift change.."
They both grimace…locking everyone out this long WAS kinda mean…
"My Office! NOW Lieutenant!" Lee commands with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Sir, yes sir!" she responds, grinning cheekily and pulling on her sweats in record time as he zips up and then they check each other's appearance for giveaways…
Satisfied, they open the door and let the three woebegone people waiting outside into the bunkroom…
"Sorry guys…" says Kara, "but we've got it handled now…"
Everyone just mutters and waves them off… they're used to the two of them by now…
Striding through the corridors in Lee's wake, Kara could barely keep up… she was nervous, hoping he wasn't getting freaked out about it now… but she couldn't see his face and he was walking so… stiffly, it couldn't be good. The man couldn't have communicated "Keep the FRAK away if you know what's good for you!" better if he was yelling it. He was practically –stalking- his way through the clusters of talking people moving through the corridors with them…
"Lee…LEE! Wait!" she called after him.
He wheeled about, looking just about as formidable as she'd ever seen him… *Oh no! I KNEW this would happen…!*
The look on her face must've spoken volumes, because he relaxed visibly and pulled her into a side corridor… "Kara, it's okay…"
She raised worried green eyes to look into his,"Then why are you angry?"
"I'm NOT!" he reassured her, laughing unsteadily…"I'm TRYING to make sure our first time together is in PRIVATE and it's a whole lot easier to keep on task if I'm NOT looking at you right now!"
She giggled… "Just gonna ravish me right here, Stud?"
"Not RIGHT here, no," he admitted, "but keep it up, Smarty-pants and I'll drag you into the nearest frakking broom closet or storage room and I'd be perfectly happy to ravish you there… So if you want a nice, comfy bed… I'd suggest you quit talking and get moving before I change my mind!"
They didn't race there, exactly…it was more like… power-walking. The absolute maximum amount of military decorum they could manage under the circumstances. It was just a very good thing no one felt a need to stop and talk with one of them!
Shoving open the hatch to his office, Lee hauled Kara in with him by one arm, slamming the door shut, and locking it. A bit surprised at his roughness, within another blink, Kara found herself blocked into the corner behind the door by one lethally sexy, decidedly amorous CAG. She knew she should swat him one for being so pushy, but alpha Lee in all his ferocious glory was making her stomach flutter and her thighs clench; she wanted nothing more at this moment than for him to haul her up in his arms and give her a savage frakking right up against this wall, the floor, his desk… Pick one, or all of them – right the Hell now!
"Lee, I swear…just pick me up and frak me or I'm going to implode here…!"
For one relieved moment, she almost thought he was obeying when her picked her up, shoving her back into the corner as she wrapped her legs around his lean hips and hooked her arms around his shoulders…While one of his hands braced her ass, kneading and squeezing it lasciviously, he used the weight of his upper body to pin her firmly against the wall, tortuously rubbing the super-sensitized place between her thighs against his hardness. As he flexed his hips, grinding into her soft heat, he rasped out, "Aaah! FRAK, that feels good, Kara….!
His other hand threaded through the back of her hair, giving it a little yank downward to force her chin up so he could claim her neck with his persuasive tongue and sharp teeth. He sucked at one particular place so hard that she knew he was purposely leaving his mark on her. Even though it felt fantastic, she opened her mouth to swear at him for all the crap she'd be getting for weeks after, but he swooped in to take advantage, stealing a chance to investigate her mouth passionately. His skill and urgency left her reeling…*Daaamn, Lee!*
Was there any part of her body he WASN'T determined to brand as "Property of Lee Adama?" Apparently not…but he seemed perfectly happy for the moment with kissing her senseless. Well, as nice as it felt - very, VERY nice - this was NOT what she'd asked him for, and nothing else was going to suffice for her at this stage but full-on body contact… She'd blown right past "turned on" and into "ravenous," and there'd better be some satisfaction coming quick or she'd have to hurt his pretty ass!
"Lee…bunk, NOW!"
He recognized that voice, Starbuck meant business! Reluctantly, he backed away, though she couldn't imagine why he wouldn't want to get down to the main event after waiting all this time.
With a smug wink, he picked up a make-shift sign that said "MEETING – do not disturb" from his desk, walked over to open the door and hung the warning on the hook outside. Once he had re-closed the door and locked it, he turned to find that Kara had taken the initiative to go over and sit on the bed, waiting for him.
"So, Lee… we gonna get somethin' going, or did'ya just plan to stand there and look at me?" she teased him.
"Woman," he gritted out in his best mock-menacing tone of voice, "you're already about to get the frakking of your life, you might want to shut that delightfully sassy little mouth of yours before I decide to frak you so hard that you have to be removed from the flight list until you can sit down again!"
"Oh! No Sir, please…anything but that!" she pleaded, pretending to be suitably terrified.
"Smartass…" he chided her affectionately, "You DO remember that even though I usually sleep in the bunkroom, I'm entitled to use this as my private room, right? Perhaps you should keep that in mind…" his smug half-smirk was the last straw…
"So?" she smarted back, refusing to be one bit scared of him, "What'cha gonna do, big bad man?"
Sitting down next to her on the side of the bunk, he advised her…
"I was just thinking that it'll take you quite a while to get back on the flight roster if I keep you cuffed to this CONVENIENTLY private bunk so I can have my way with you every spare moment I get…" his grin was pure, lecherous villainy.
She could only gulp, suddenly dry-mouthed at the vividness of that image…
"How many times a day do you think I could take advantage of you, my hot little slut?" he purred darkly into her ear, "How much can you handle?"
"Um, Sir…I have no idea, Sir?" she stammered, truthfully a little thrown at the depth of sensuality lurking behind that little boy grin. *Ohhhh crap, he's even better than I thought! I think I'm gonna die..*
His laughing eyes gleamed with unholy mischief, "Good girl…now you're learning – and, Starbuck?"
"Apollo?" she unconsciously mirrored his change in addressing her.
He leaned forward to whisper confidentially, "If it's anywhere NEAR as many times a day as I ALREADY think about doing it… you're in trouble."
"Oh yeah, tough guy?" She took up his challenge, "You can talk it, but let's see you back it up!"
"No wonder I love you," he groaned, "you make everyone else look tame!"
"You're wearing too many clothes," she said, keeping her mind firmly on the matter at hand, "Off!"
"Yours too," he reminded her right back.
They stood, and began removing their clothes… some things came off quickly: shoes, socks, Kara's sweatpants and double shirt, Lee's shirts…When he uncovered his torso before her, the same cut and defined muscles she had always done her level best not to notice before became irresistible. Now that she was allowed to stare at him, she just had to have a closer look.
In the act of unzipping his pants, an action worthy of her interest on it's own merit, he was distracted from his task when she stepped forward to stroke his chest and down his arms with undisguised admiration, "You're so gorgeous, Lee…let me touch you…" and he held his breath as she slid her hands up around his shoulders, massaging firmly...
He knew he wasn't considered unattractive by any means, but chasing women for a one-nighter had never appealed to him, it wasn't something he had time for anymore even if he'd wanted to…Lots of the guys didn't seem deterred much, so it must be possible, but there just wasn't anyone he wanted. Correction: There hadn't been anyone he wanted that wanted him back. There was Kara – the one person he was not supposed to want but did, so badly…and he never had a hope that she wanted him in return. Until today…when she had openly set out to seduce him…and he had fallen like a ton of bricks!
And now she was standing in his arms like every fantasy he'd ever guiltily suppressed about her; naked and aroused, looking at him like he really was the God of his namesake callsign… She explored his body with unhidden desire in her eyes, licking at his hard chest and stimulating his sensitive nipples by using her mouth to suck on him and bite him a little bit… making him suck in his breath on a hiss.
Touching her velvety lips to his neck, she tickled the edge of his ear with her tongue. Trailing little bites down to his collarbone, she took revenge for the mark he'd left on her by doing the same, then nuzzled over to the denser flesh of his shoulder. In the hollow of his collarbone she sucked on his skin and bit down, causing a bolt of pleasure-pain that hardened his erection to the point of near-pain. Wherever she touched him, mindless pleasure spread.
He knew he should move, touch her the way he'd always wanted to, but she held him enthralled. He shuddered under her hands as they slipped down to trace his ribs, then his abs, then lower, under the waistband of his pants, carefully sliding his zipper down the rest of the way. Standing with him, she pulled him even closer, reaching in to stroke firmly along the length of him, squeezing the shaft gently as his hips responded involuntarily, thrusting desperately into her hand. "Ohhhh… baby.."
"Lee…I want you. Please make love to me."
It was such a heartbreakingly simple request, said so humbly – as if she still somehow felt unworthy, when he was the one who'd messed things up on Colonial night. He didn't intend to make the same mistake twice. Gently, he caught her hand that was causing such pleasurable havoc down the front of his pants, raising it to his lips. This was everything he hadn't dared to want, but with the unbelievable happening to him this very moment… he found himself with no idea how to proceed…
With all the innuendos and insinuations they'd parried and thrust between them all this time, even moments ago, he found himself feeling so lost in her that he didn't know where to begin. He took her into his arms, murmuring against her silky neck, "What do you like Kara? I want to know what pleases you...we can do anything you want..."
"I – right now, I just want you, Lee. I just want to feel you on me, inside me, touching me… I don't need a lot of seduction, it's not like you have to convince me… I've wanted you for so long, I just want you."
Lying down on the lower bunk, she offered herself shyly before him, smiling up sweetly, trustingly and he did feel like a God. Never removing his eyes from her, he stepped out of his pants and underwear, leaving them to join the other clothing now littering the floor.
His breath left him abruptly again as he approached her when she eased her thighs apart, preparing to accept his weight over her. For some reason, the gesture struck him to the heart; he was moved him beyond belief that after all they'd been through, she still wanted him. And he'd never wanted anyone so much in his life. This was perfect. When he slid into her arms, lying on the bunk, he was pressed intimately against every inch of her perfect body. He could feel her breathing beneath him, feel her heartbeat's flutter, and the softness of her opened legs twined around him.
When he reached down to touch her, carefully inserting one finger inside to make sure she was slick enough for him, he gasped aloud at the wetness and velvety heat within her, sighing "Ohhh, Kara… I want to taste you again…"
"No Lee, not now… Please, I'm fine. I just want… you." her eyes were fever-bright with passion… She took him in her small, capable hand and pressed herself against him, thrusting her hips sharply at the same time as his responded. With fierce cries, they collided inside, connecting with a throbbing ache. It was paradise inside her, but it'd been harder than he'd meant to push into her the first time. He didn't want to hurt her. But she was murmuring his name as her head arched back into the pillow and she was opening up to him even further, obviously not hurting…
*Of course!* he realized *She's not just ANY woman, idiot…She's Starbuck, not some fragile little creature…* He was impatient with himself for forgetting that, like him, she was experienced – she was his equal. *This is the same woman who had you reduced to begging for her earlier today, has traded equal punches with you and saved your ass more times……She WON'T break!*
"Know what I like best about you Starbuck?" he asks, breathless from the feel of her, "You're even tougher than me!"
Then he lets go of himself, of his overrated sense of control and loses his mind in her…making love to her as passionately as he's ever imagined, not holding back anything. He angles his thrusts…rotates his hips, his mouth pays ardent homage to her breasts even as he rhythmically surges into her. They kiss each other deeply, he finds a spot on her neck to bite that makes her shiver. This is the big leagues, and she's the best, you have to know the tough tricks to impress her…
*Oh Hell yeah!* He'd like to –impress- her six or seven more times tonight! She sounds so damn sexy when he's frakking her, moaning and sighing his name… he never knew she would be so… open like this, that she would let him hear how he's driving her crazy, and PLEASE do that again… and over and over… "I love you… Love you Lee… Gods! I love you!"
He knows he's making his fair share of noise…panting like mad, gut-deep growls when something feels too incredible for words. Loud isn't usually the case with him; he's always tended to turn inward during sex, closing his eyes to concentrate on the feeling… But she's letting him in, letting him see her… and his eyes are wide open because he can't take them off her.
The way her brow furrows when she cries out, the way her bottom lip trembles and he wonders if she knows, the sheen of sweat glossing her shoulders and dampening her hair, these are responses that can't be faked, she's completely into it and he's ridiculously proud to have gotten her there…
But he knows he can't take this much more… it's been too long and today has been one long prick-tease. His orgasm has been building inside him like a volcano… but she's not ready. He can see that she's trying, she wants it so bad… but it's just barely out of reach. He sympathizes, not about the orgasm thing exactly, because he's never had a problem having one, that's easy.
But he does know what it's like to want something SO MUCH, and it's right there, but every time you reach out it slips away… it's how he's felt about her. But he's not giving up on her, this is the pros… and if he's going down in flames, she's coming with so they can burn together!
"Kara! Sit up!" he tugs at her hands firmly.
`What? Why Lee?" and he thinks sex-dazed Kara is adorable.
"Wanna sit on top?"
By her sheepish look of gratitude he knows he's hit on something that does it for her, some women just can't have one in Missionary position. *AND some men have actually had sex sometime in the last year or so, which helps them last a little longer…* he thinks sarcastically to himself…
"Uh…Lee?"
"Yeah?"
"No room.." she indicates the insufficient head clearance of the bottom bunk, and the top isn't any better, the ceiling is just as close to that one…but he didn't come all this way through the frakking corridors with an obvious hard-on the size of a battleship for them to do this on the floor like in some storage room…but he thinks fast, and he has an idea - Because he's a pro, and if he's lucky, after this he'll be MVP.
He sits back down on the side of the bed, with his legs hanging over, "C'mon Thrace, I've got myself a genius idea!"
When she is standing in front of him, *Man o man, is she ever built!* he thinks, looking upon all her nude splendor, he gives her brisk instructions…
"First, get on my lap,"
*Holy shit! Did I just say that to Kara, kick your ass, Thrace?*
"Face me… scoot your knees up on the bed. I'm going to push my hips off the side a little to give you some room… Now reach up and grab the rail of the top bunk. Good job! I think this'll work… Sit up a little higher so I can…" and then he's filling her again, his hands rocking her hips, thrusting as she hangs on, trying not to pass out from the erotic sensations of him stroking her inside, loving her...
"Ohhhh! Yeah!" he rasps out tightly, "That'll DEFINITELY work for me… you?"
To his curt commands on how to position herself, she mocks him lightly, "Yes, Sir!" raising an eyebrow suggestively.
A hard thrust and a choked groan from him as she says it provides her active mind with fodder for speculation… So she leans forward, panting breathily into his ear in time with his thrusts…
"Ahhh! Oh Sir… Ohhhh Gods, Ah! Yes… yes, please"
With his instant reaction - jolting as if he's been electrified, thrusting upward savagely - she knows she's got him pegged, and despite the SERIOUS frakking he's giving her, she can't help but tease him…
"Ohhhh, so you LIKE that, huh? Turns you on to have me call you, "Sir" when you have your hard frakking cock shoving into me! Oh my, Lee! You kinky bastard…!"
His sweat-slick face and neck flush with guilty embarrassment, but his hands are still locked around her waist and his grinding thrusts just get harder…he's grateful he got a breather while they figured this idea out…because now he's got his wind back and she's in for a wild ride!
His mouth is tight with a snarl of unrestrained lust as he manages to admit, "Only…with…(ungh) with you, the Sir…yeah, it…it DOES, dammit"
"Admit it, Lee…go on…I bet there's been a dozen times when you wanted to yank down my flight suit and frak me hard up on your desk,"
*In his wildest frakking daydreams maybe, but now that it was an actual possibility, his head swam with half-supressed fantasies about how he'd devour her neck, growling indecent commands in her ear with his hands tangled in her hair!*
"Well…how about I crawl right under that desk sometime in this office and suck you off all during lunchtime, hmmm? You'd like that, wouldn't you Mr. CAG, Sir?!"
The dirty talk is only making him hotter! The worst part is that he also knows without a doubt that she'd DO IT too, without so much as a blink – even if Tigh was in the room... Hell – ESPECIALLY if Tigh was in the room!!!
*Note to self: Lock office door before lunchtime blowjob – very important!*
She looks so sensual, even half-crouched over his lap, moving her hips on him by pushing with her knees both up and down and using her upper body strength to pull back up for another thrust. He can't reach her face to kiss her, because of the position, but he can latch on to her breasts temptingly displayed at convenient face-level…
"Mmmmm," it smells so good in the alluring dip between her breasts, and her nipples are hard like little shell-pink pebbles – the hard little bumps feel fantastic rubbing on his tongue… She's arching and sobbing now as he holds her flexing hips in a tight grip that will probably leave bruises…but neither of them cares at the moment because he is shoving himself into her harder and harder while one of his thumbs tickles and rubs the blushing pink petals between her legs mercilessly…
Then she…wiggles, or..squirms somehow, but it's the best damn thing ever and he's so close now…She seems to like the hip rotation thing too, because she begins to grind her self onto him and rub harder against his thumb. "Frak me, Lee! …….Oh Lords! Frak me, ohhhh frak… YES! There! AhhhhGODS! …Ohhhh, Ohhhhh, Lee – I love you so much! You feel so good…
Overcome with her heady bliss, she fell forward onto his chest and bit hard on the curve where his neck met his shoulder...
His breath leaves him harshly like he's pulling 5 G, as the sharp sensation makes stars explode behind his closed eyes!
He begs her, "Kiss me, Kara! I want your mouth…"
And when she gives him what he's asked… her mouth, for once filled with words of love and pleasure instead of sarcasm and death and bitterness… *Ohhh, this is MUCH better!*
"Sit up! He mumbles into her mouth… so she does, and he takes her hips in his hands, restraining them from moving. She's just hanging on now…peeking down to watch the expressions flicker across his handsome face…desperation, love, pleasure, agony, need…
When he has immobilized her hips above him, he begins snapping his hips up, thrusting into her as hard as he can… it feels like he's trying to crawl all the way inside her…
"So - hard, so - hard… Yeah, give it to me, Lee!" for all the times he's wished that a look from him would make her knees weak, when he'd wanted so bad to compromise her control by murmuring sexual threats in her ear on the flight deck, or snatch her into a closet to slide his fingers into her rapaciously from behind as he bent her over a storage crate or a stored desk, muffling the sounds of her coming apart for him! For all those times when he thought he'd NEVER have her, he gave it to her allright…and he shattered into a million pieces inside her, and it was so beautiful, SO THEM, that there just weren't words for how it felt.
He simply held her in his arms, "I love you Kara, I think maybe I always did – even when you were with Zak – but I tried to be fair, I stayed away from you…the whole situation was a tremendous frak up from the word "Go," but I wouldn't take any of it back, as long as it led me here, with you… I can't believe…" he says in wonderment "you're my lover! It's like some kind of miracle."
"Lee…?"
"Yeah Kara?"
"What are we gonna do about the regs? We're totally frakked, you know…"
"You know what?.... Frak the regs!" he says dismissively.
She gasps at him, doing a fairly convincing job of it, "Blasphemer!"
"Oh c'mon, Kara, it's not like we don't understand about favoritism, or being distracted on the job… but it's BEEN this way with us this whole time and no one thinks we can't be professional with each other."
"Lords! If I asked the people on deck crew who have to put up with us, I bet half of them would tell me to my face that they wish we'd DO something already! As for distraction… I don't think I could possibly BE more distracted by you as it is… Having a relationship HAS to be less distracting than trying not to let you catch me checking out your ass Starbuck, REALLY! They need us both too badly to do much about it anyway. We deserve a chance, dammit, after everything that's happened and everything we've done!"
"Well, we can't keep it a secret for long, Lee…So what are we gonna do?"
"I'm telling my Father," he said determinedly, "I know he'll find a way…Those fraternization regs need to be changed anyway…they no longer apply in a situation like this… maybe I'll talk to Roslin too…"
"I know it'll be hard for us to figure this all out, and I'm not an easy person to be with…but Lee? I can't pretend I'm sorry this finally happened for us…"
"I should HOPE the Hell not! That was some outstanding, hot, sweaty sex and I demand more ASAP!!!!"
"Easy boy…" she laughs, "I'm not going anyplace…I have my ways too you know…"
"Yeah, I know!" he said dryly, "your WAYS give me headaches every day… Hey, I wanna know how you knew when I would be off?"
"I checked the schedule, silly and then I waited for you…"
"What if it hadn't been me?"
"Well, it was," she pointed out, "so that's a moot point, but I had plenty of time to pull the curtain shut if someone else walked in… my clothes were under my pillow…"
"Kara? This is starting to sound like…"
"Like what?" she grins, "That I've been planning this? I have. Trust me – you had no chance flyboy!
He laughs at her conceit, but knows she's right - he had already fallen, she just didn't know it yet…
"And WHERE the Hell did you learn to dance like that?" he wants to know…
"The thing with the pole you mean?"
"No," he blushes, "I think that's obvious, I meant the thing with your hips… how you were dancing.."
"Oh," she laughs, "Lee – you'll never believe me…"
"Try me," he invites, intrigued.
"Well, I had this roommate… and you know, girls talk about stuff they do with guys – Anyway, she had this really cool way of dancing that I could never figure out until I asked her about it one time… She said that she just placed her feet shoulder-width apart and started with her hands on top of her head… and then she just spelled invisible messages in script with her belly-button, it looks a lot like belly-dancing…"
"You're frakking kidding me! I mean, it looks… wow… but really? That's how?"
She nods grinning, "That's really how…"
"Ummmm… Kara?"
"Yeah?"
"Errrrr, what WERE you spelling?"
"You really wanna know?"
He doesn't even try to pretend he isn't fascinated…
She beams that trademark Starbuck "I've got full colors!" grin and leans forward into his arms, resting her hands on his chest so she can burrow her head into the crook of his neck… and then she begins to whisper to him….
"Holy frak! -Really?- That's just… diabolical ! Oh no, NO… you ARE evil!!
They're both laughing hysterically…
She thinks… *So this is how he looks happy… I've seen it before, but not like this – overflowing!*
From what she knew before, and what she knows now, he only looks that way around her… she makes him happy.
If he thought he was tired before, when he'd headed for his rack for some badly-needed shut eye, then now… now he was officially dead. *I'm TOAST! Completely DEAD...happy though....mmm*
"I wore you OUT, Captain Kinky!" she taunts him, knowing perfectly well he'll take it as a challenge. Certainly, he'll get her for that later, (Frankly, she can barely wait!!!) but this is what she wants…it's what she needs from him…a challenge to keep herself going, and a home. Galactica is her home now, and Lee "Apollo" Adama is her man…and for the end of the world, life is surprisingly good.
-The End-