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Date: 11/17/05
Series: Season 2
Rating: M+
Category: Re;ationship
Pairing/Focus: Lee/Kara
Warnings: Describes explicit sexual acts between two people who
really get off on each other and love each other very much.
Summary: Some people suck...not that it's a BAD thing
necessarily...
Spoilers/Disclaimers: None that I know of, correct me if I'm
wrong.; They belong to each other; their show belongs to people who are NOT me.
I simply exist to amuse you and would fain to hear your words of love, `cause I
don't get any money, that's for sure. *grin*
Credits: My lightning-fast Beta, Tartlet McNawty, who's such an incredibly good beta that I have a hard time picking out –what all- she's fixed, but somehow it's SO much more sparkly-clean when she's done that I can see my goony face reflected in it, beaming with pride! She makes me look GOOD! Thanks Sweetie Tart!
"Where is Captain Apollo, Chief?"
The man is busy; he doesn't even look up from his clipboard. "CAG's office."
On your way there, you BEG under your breath, "PLEASE let him be all by his cute lonesome (is that cutesome?)" You're obviously giddy. S'alright...totally understandable really.
There's the door. "You'd better be alone, my love," you sing under your breath, "or I will throw SUCH a screaming tantrum!!!"
And that wouldn't really be a good way for you two to meet.
>>Knock-knock<<
"Come in!" answers that whiskey-smooth voice of his, with it's afterburn of lust that warms your belly.
*Frak! Too bad there probably isn't any -real- whiskey left in the Universe. Mmmmmm; that would taste DAMN FINE in slow sips from his mouth! Ah, well...*
"COME!" he shouts a little louder, since you're still just standing there like a dork.
*LORDS! How's a red-blooded woman supposed to -think- when he's shouting, `Come'? That isn't even fair!* but you manage to push open the door and step inside.
He's busy, so his eyes look up from his paperwork, but his classically sculpted face is still tilted down at the desktop.
*He has NO idea how hot he looks staring up at you like that! His eyes are searing blue lasers; oof! Pretty!*
"...Who are you?" The pause before he speaks is telling, as is the assessing gaze that might as well be a strip search...he's looking INTO you. *shiver*
"Just a patriot, like you. May I sit down?" You don't wait for a response before sitting in one of the chairs across from him, crossing your legs daintily, but your eyes are flashing messages that are NOT ladylike AT ALL!
"Really?" His eyes sharpen into blue glass shards. "And how do I know that?"
"Because I came to you," you reply calmly. "I didn't have to endanger myself; a tape left on your desk or your bunk would've sufficed."
"How do you have access?" he demands suspiciously. "You aren't one of -mine- and no one else has any business there except the pilots!"
You sigh internally, thinking, *Let's not get distracted, darling; this is more important!*
"Why does it matter?" you reason. "I still chose to walk in here to you; why do you think I'd do that?"
*He's tired.* "I have NO frakkin' idea, lady -- but if you don't have anything important to say and you're not blowing up the ship...get out of my space!"
You stand, slowly, letting your hands smooth your clingy little dress all the way down your hips to your thighs, so it won't ride up...as far as he knows anyway, silly man.
He IS looking. *Good boy.*
You stand proudly, regally in fact, as you look down your perfect nose at him, with a sexily taunting smile playing with your blatantly sensual lips. The lipstick is a very flattering color...it should look beautiful on his cock.
"Is it important that I'm a Cylon?" you ask innocently.
"WHAT!?" He's up out of his seat, around the desk and looking lethally gorgeous and very intimidating as he towers over you, getting right in your face!
You only smile sweetly, and slowly raise your hands to the gold zipper at the neckline of your dress. "I'm not armed, Captain Adama."
He should be able to tell that already --the dress is white, after all-- and you're not wearing underwear. You slowly lower the zipper to the midpoint of your seductive cleavage and hesitate, looking up at him. "See?"
His jaw drops as you yank hard, sliding the full-length zipper open all the way down to the hem and then take a step back, holding the sides apart for his approval.
"What the HELL, KARA!"
You have a fit of the giggles at how red his face is and how tight the crotch of his pants has suddenly gotten.
"Lords of Kobol, woman!" he bites out, retreating back around his desk. "I'm SUPPOSED to be working here!"
Irritated AND aroused is a good look on him.
You touch yourself intimately, knowing it KILLS him. "Work on this."
You prowl around the corner of his desk in the `frak-me' heels you borrowed along with the dress from Tigh's wife, Ellen. (The bitch has her uses - and if she makes the asshole's life a living Hell, she can't be ALL bad!)
Lee sags to his knees, head bowed in defeat. "WHY must you torture me like this, Kara?" he groans.
"Because you're so pretty when you're hard, love. Now get busy, and we might have JUST enough time for me to suck you `til you -scream- before I have to get geared up for CAP."
You grab his head, just like you used to have wet-dreams about doing... and press his mouth to your sensitive folds, drenched and flushed dark pink with arousal.
He inhales and his hands tremble on your hips. *He's such a slave for this!* While you stroke his short, sandy-brown hair. Looking down, you watch his tongue slip between and stroke you with carnal hunger as he begins kissing and sucking passionately between your legs.
"Ohhhh..." you exhale, your senses reeling in bliss. *The man was MADE to do this...and he CRAVES it; that's the really hot thing. Everyone thinks Lee Adama is beyond anal, but they're SO wrong! Their loss; he's MINE! The man is an ORALLY fixated GOD!*
"That feels...oh yeah, there -- harder...yesss..." His tongue is flicking lightly, then rubbing firmly...and he won't stay in one place, dammit, so you can... "AH! Lee! Gods...Unh! Uh! PLEASE! Ohhhhh....yeah, baby..."
*He didn't even need to use his hands; oh wow!*
"Lieutenant Thrace, you have the MOST bizarre fantasies, you know that?!"
"Oh, I could mention a couple of YOURS, Captain."
"Mmmmm, let's just...NOT, okay? I have a meeting after this to get through, and I'm speaking, so I won't be sitting down... Have a little mercy!"
"Oh, poor baby!" You pretend to sympathize when that's EXACTLY WHY you came to frak with him NOW!
Slumping in his chair, he unzips… *Gods he always looks so… -dominant- when he does that!* …and then grabs one of your hands, placing it in the opening to feel his silky, feverishly hot shaft. It is throbbing, hard... You're aching between your legs as you grasp him.
"Finish what you started, Lieutenant," his voice is low and intense, "before I decide to -throw- you on this desk and give you the quickest, nastiest, HARDEST frak of your life!"
Kneeling before him, you bend your head, licking at your lips. *Gods! Why is this such a turn-on for you?*
"Yes, Sir."
TBC - Below!
***************************************** -Some People Suck 2-
*I hate paperwork! I hate this office! The place feels like a prison cell, I swear! I'm a grown man, and the only thing I want right now is to go OUTSIDE and play…and there IS no damn outside! No sun, no grass, no lakes…just space; no fun,* Lee pondered mutinously.
Stir crazy? Do ya think? Frak yes, he was stir crazy!
*Whenever I'm seriously contemplating -joining- Starbuck the next time she's inhabiting the brig because it HAS to be more fun than this…I need a frakking LIFE! But hey now, I -could- have some pretty risqué fun with Starbuck in a cell; definite possibilities there! Just show up, post the guard OUTSIDE the hatch and have some hot and nasty sex through the bars!
"Just how badly do you want out, Lieutenant?"* He wondered how she'd like -that- for a scenario!
Frak it! There was the REAL problem, two days ago! Just when it was -his- turn… In his mind he could still see Kara on her -knees- in front of him. *Oh-my-GODS!* Her moist little pink tongue flicking out to wet her lips…just inches from giving him some serious oral gratification - and they just HAD to call a damned alert!
Some ignorant ass of a civilian freighter captain had blown the safety pass-codes and didn't know the secondary ones, so everyone on duty had to suit-up and fly out to -visually- confirm that he wasn't a Cylon or under Cylon control.
You'd think it would only take ONE Viper to check, but if it WAS an enemy ship, there could be more of them and then that -one- pilot becomes bread for the toasters. "We fly in groups for safety." Basic flight school…
But it'd completely nuked his chances of having her return the favor…and he was really DYING for it after her surprise little `Cylon' scenario in that -killer- white dress with the zipper all the way down to…naked -and- NO underwear! The -thought- alone had him breathing hard again! BLAST IT!
Naturally, the accursed meeting that had been scheduled was waiting patiently for him when he got back. Topic? Fuel conservation! Irony was a bitch sometimes.
"How about -I- suggest we quit doing stupid shit like scrambling ALL available fighters on a low probability alert?"
There was -no- reason they couldn't have managed with just two or three Vipers; as long as there was at least one lead pilot and a wingman…and they thought HE lived by the rulebook? At least he -thought- about the validity of the regs before he mindlessly enforced them! Col. Tigh however…Gods!
Of course, they'd occupied inconvenient shifts since then and the schedule didn't look much better for the next couple of days either. It was a small mercy that at least he hadn't seen her passing in the hall or, Gods forbid, lying on her bunk or showering. He was very much afraid he'd end up throwing her down right there, despite any bystanders, for the safety of the Fleet! Right now he was SO frustrated he wanted to space half the deck crew and pilots alike just…because, dammit!
The truly sick thing was, there was nothing keeping him in here shuffling and annotating piles of superfluous listings and forms but himself! Technically, he'd more than earned his off-time; but he had abso-fraking-lutely nothing he wanted to DO -- EXCEPT Lt. Thrace! Therefore, he was sitting in here doing mindless paperwork so he didn't kill anyone.
He'd never realized before how much he'd become accustomed to her company, on or off shift; she was just about the only thing of interest to him on this bucket of bolts. Sure, he always used to play cards for a little bit -even though he sucked at it, swig a little ambrosia just to be sociable… but it was mainly because SHE would be there, and generally a little more approachable and relaxed than usual and it was also a good way to make sure she didn't leave with anyone else.
Not that he had any right, but still... with him tagging along `obliviously' back to the bunkroom, no one else had a hope of even -trying- to get a little action from the legendary Starbuck!
Not long ago, he'd focused himself on just -one- goal: `Catch her; or at least keep up!'
*Man, Adama! You DO have it bad!* He shook his head at his own lovesick behavior. It was a wonder she hadn't kicked his ass for behaving like an over-protective father on -multiple- occasions. Although annoyed with him; for some reason, she never seemed to catch on that it was only because -he- wanted to take her somewhere private and do all the things to her that gave those fathers -good reason- to worry about naughty boys dating their daughter!
Thank the Lords they'd -finally- surrendered, pretty much simultaneously after standing just a little -too- close to each other ONE too many times a couple of months ago; one minute they were bickering as usual and the next they were practically eating each other alive!
It was a good thing, or he was pretty sure he would've imploded by now! He had already admitted it to himself that it was just a damn good thing she wanted him too, because he was well down the road to complete obsession and he wasn't guaranteeing he hadn't missed the signpost somewhere along the way while he was too busy checking out her fine ass!
It was so easy to see it now…how he was always hanging around her… That whole frak-up on Colonial Day with her in that divine blue dress and Dr. Baltar had happened because he'd been too stupid to just -admit- to her immediately, on the spot, that the way she'd looked had hit him like a punch to the solar plexus, or maybe about eighteen inches down! He'd have done just about anything right then to kiss her… Didn't she notice his frakking hands shaking when they'd danced, right before the whole evening went to Hell because he'd let VP Baltar, the man of the hour, cut in?
Then, the next day, getting in a public shouting match and trading punches like that with her over something he had no -right- to question her about! In his own defense, he was absolutely SICK with jealousy and somehow she didn't see it that way, all she saw was contempt. After she'd blinked out of his life with no warning, it left him to wonder if she'd finally managed to out-run him after all...
A soft knock roused him from his inattentive musing.
"Come in," he said, surprised that anyone would be looking for him in his office two hours before his shift started.
The hatch opened the minimum amount to allow Starbuck to slip inside and close it again. She put her finger to her lips. "Shhhh…Colonel Tigh is looking for me!"
He beckoned her closer, murmuring, "And -why-, may I ask, would the cranky old man be looking for you, Starbuck?" His hushed voice was amused. "What did you do now?"
She made herself comfy on his lap, looking adorably innocent…which meant she -was- guilty of something, but what?
"Nothing important, just a performance review."
*A-HA!* "So…this is because Tigh is OFF-duty tomorrow, and the Commander would be giving your review instead, as long as you can manage to avoid the Colonel until you're off-duty?"
"You got me, Sir!" she admitted, without a trace of apology. "Can I -please- help you with something until the end of my shift? Please? Paperwork, even…anything!?"
"Just what are you -supposed- to be doing right now, Lieutenant Thrace?" he asked, just to be certain she wasn't really needed somewhere first.
"Fixing one of the secondary fuel lines on my Viper since Tyrol's crew can't get to it before I go up next…but I already did it last night; I couldn't sleep: bored, nothing better to do…"
Just what -he'd- been thinking about his paperwork; funny! Well, if she wasn't needed for anything VITAL…he had an idea to keep her busy!
"Just HOW badly do you want to hide in here with me, Lieutenant?" he asked silkily, suggestively raising an eyebrow. "What will you do for me?"
Gratified by her immediate blush, he watched her lips as she licked them nervously. He might be off, technically, but -she- wasn't, not for another hour! This wouldn't be the first time they'd messed around on-duty, but the other couple of times had been spontaneous enough to qualify as nearly accidental. This was on purpose, which was part of the fun, because she didn't expect -him- to suggest it!
"A-anything, Sir," she stuttered, obviously a little shocked, but definitely turned-on; he knew the signs now and often wished he could go back in time to take himself aside and explain what to look for so they wouldn't have waited so damn long!
"You -know- what to do, Lieutenant," he murmured, pushing her off his lap. "I believe you -owe- me one?"
She turned to face him, noting HIS tell-tale signs; his intense gaze with eyes that had darkened now to stormcloud blue, a wanton sprawl replacing his normally upright and attentive posture in his chair, and last, but -certainly- not least, the deliciously indecent bulge in his pants, which concealed a cock that was hard and hot for her.
"Shirt off!" he ordered her imperiously; he liked to touch her lovely breasts as she leaned in to pleasure him, cupping them in his palms, pinching her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. Quite frankly, it drove him -wild- to do that to her while she used her mouth on him! Sometimes a harder pinch would make her moan and send the vibration straight to his balls - Gods! He needed this!
As she complied with his last order, he issued another. "On your knees…Lieutenant." His voice was just as authoritative as if he were ordering her to do anything else that was part of her regular duties; his calm but firm expectation of being obeyed always made her incredibly aroused. She'd had orgasms before just from performing this act for him.
Knees trembling, she obeyed him; kneeling in front of his chair, which he had turned to one side to face her. She looked up at Apollo in all his near-godly splendor and felt tremors of attraction flutter pleasantly within her; he looked so…frakable. It was the only word she could think of.
Stroking her hands firmly up his thighs, she went straight for the prize, knowing he liked her to be bold, not delicate about this. He gazed down at her with passionate expectation as she unbuckled his belt deftly and opened his fly, reaching into his underwear to take hold of him firmly, confidently; she knew -exactly- what she was doing, and she -loved- to have him in this state, barely able to breathe, he wanted it so bad.
"What would you like me to help you with, Sir?" she asked in a completely normal tone of voice, as if she wasn't holding him -throbbing- in her hand.
Dammit! She was going to make him -say- it, knowing it both embarrassed him and turned him on incredibly. Dirty talk didn't come easily to him…but when -she- used it, the forthright bluntness just, -got to- him, every time!
He concentrated on sucking in a big enough breath to speak. "Suck me…"
"Yes, Sir." He felt her feline smile of satisfaction against his…
"OH! Ohhhh, Lords! Uh! Kara…please!" he groaned breathlessly, thinking, *Don't stop--don't stop--don't stop!*
<KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!!!>
They froze.
"Captain?" *FRAK! It was Tigh!*
"Door-locked?" he mouthed at her silently.
Her wide eyes and grimace told him they were in trouble! She had NO shirt on, his pants were unzipped, and even if he actually thought he COULD zip back up in this state, he certainly couldn't answer the door like that. Hell - he was fairly certain he couldn't even walk!
The handle to the hatch turned slowly as Tigh tried the door, since Lee hadn't answered; Kara needed to disappear, now! It was a damn good thing his desk was a credenza and that he'd placed it across the room, facing the door, because if he'd had a regular desk, without a front on it, they'd be SUNK right now.
Indicating to her frantically, he pushed his chair back on its wheels and helped shove her underneath! He also shoved himself forward as far as possible under its shelter because he STILL hadn't managed to zip his pants and the hatch was opening.
Quickly, he looked down, pretending to be so deep in thought and tired that he hadn't heard the knock. Lee looked up from the paperwork in front of him. "Hello, Colonel - I didn't hear your knock. If you'll pardon my not standing, I -am- off-duty…"
"Then what the Hell are you doing -here- Captain?" The old bastard looked…almost happy? *Oh, right! Because he's trying to find Starbuck!*
"So, Captain," the Colonel said conversationally, taking a seat casually. "Why aren't you off doing the things young pilots do when they're off-duty like everyone else?"
"Because I have WORK to do," Lee replied, sounding a little more testy than he'd meant to. "Was there something you -needed- Colonel?"
Tigh decided to cut the small talk and come straight down to business since Lee was obviously not in the mood to be disturbed. "Have you seen Lieutenant Thrace?"
"Not recently," Lee lied through his teeth. *How many regs were they breaking right now? Let's see: fraternization, on-duty, conduct unbecoming, lying to a senior officer…*
"You know, if I didn't -know- better, I'd think she was avoiding me because I have her evaluation to do; what do -you- think?" Tigh fixed his beady eyes on Lee thoughtfully.
"I really wouldn't KNOW Colonel," he replied dismissively. "Why is it so urgent now? Can't it be done tomorrow?"
In reward, he felt a wet, warm little hand touching him -very- lightly under the desk, so as not to make him jump. Unfortunately, while it hadn't triggered his reflexes, her lightly suggestive touch -did- trigger a near-panic attack at the thought of talking to the XO while she did this! He shuffled his feet around gently, trying to be inconspicuous about pushing her back, but it seemed he'd only assisted her as she wiggled herself forward to place her hands on his thighs!
"I really didn't want to leave it for Bill to do tomorrow; he has enough on his plate as it is—but I can't seem to find her anywhere!" the XO lied transparently, as if Lee didn't know how much the unforgiving man disliked her.
Lee felt hot little puffs of her breath where his pants lay open still, exposing his -urgent- erection, which hadn't had the sense to -go away- the instant Tigh walked in, so now Kara was under the desk playing with -him- AND -both- of their careers simultaneously!
*Relax, Lee!* he told himself. *She's only frakking with your head; she wouldn't do it with -him- in the ROOM; she's not THAT crazy!
Yes she was.
*Oh-dear-Gods!...Help!* he thought frantically as he felt her mouth envelop him tightly, pushing down until he was sunk inside her to the root and he could -feel- her swallowing around the head of his…
Lee groaned, he couldn't -help- it!
"Son, are you okay?" Saul Tigh leaned forward in his chair with what passed for sincere concern, if he was capable of it.
"I-I'm fine," Lee said helplessly, not knowing what to do. He happened to be leaning forward a bit, trying to hide his lap, so he was propping his forehead up by leaning on the heel of his hand.
"Headache?" Tigh prompted.
Lee was no fool, he quickly seized the lifeline he'd been thrown. "Yes, actually; that's why I was just sitting in here until I came on-shift, the bunkroom gets a little noisy…"
He could tell Kara approved of the excuse by the way she began rubbing the base of him -extraordinarily- distractingly with her thumb as she continued to glide her mouth up and down his length slowly and irresistibly. He could feel his self-control trickling away! Gods! He was going to explode -very soon- if she didn't quit torturing him like this!
"Well, I won't keep you," the Colonel said, with unusual civility, still in his fine humor at the thought of busting the elusive Lt. Thrace. "Got any idea where I should look? She's almost off-duty…"
"We certainly wouldn't want you to -miss- her, now would we?" Lee said tightly, flinching as he felt her -just slightly- scrape him with her teeth. "Did you try the gym yet?"
*Ohhhh! She's SO gonna -get it- when he leaves! THAT was -on purpose-!*
"Actually, no - I didn't think of that, but it wouldn't surprise me if she was in there slacking off!" Tigh muttered.
Much as he -hated- to delay the man, even ONE more second, Lee felt he had to make an issue of that last statement. "Sir, I haven't -ever- seen Lieutenant. Thrace neglect her duty; she's usually, very… thorough!"
The hesitation must've sounded enough like he really -did- have a headache, because the XO mercifully didn't stay to argue the point - he had a mouthy pilot to hunt down and only 20 minutes now to do it.
As the door closed behind him, Lee yanked Kara out from under his desk and pushed her at the door, hissing vehemently, "LOCK IT this time, dammit! And -get- your ass back OVER here!"
Giggling slightly, she did as she was told, completely unafraid of his intimidating glower.
Once she'd sidled back over to him again, he didn't even waste words, he merely pushed firmly down on her shoulders and threaded his hands through her hair. "We won't even discuss what you just did right now," he said through clenched teeth, "but if you stop again, I -swear- I will -beat- your pretty ass, right before I frak you half to death!"
She leaned forward again and this time she got right down to business, but he could feel her laugh around him. "Aaaah!" Those mind-melting vibrations!
"PLEASE - JUST - FINISH - ME!" he begged her. "Oh, Kara, PLEASE…don't stop, just keep doing - that! Uh! Please, harder – Gods, YES, Kara! You're -so- frakking… Oh…my…unnghh!!!" The ceiling reeled above as he climaxed, with her wicked little tongue still flickering on him until he couldn't -stand- the over-sensitivity any more and he shivered with it as he pulled her up into his arms.
"Oh man, I needed that SO bad!" He nuzzled his face in her hair gratefully. "Now, about doing that with Tigh in the room…"
He couldn't be -too- mad at her, Kara figured, if he was still holding her and all but purring into her ear.
He continued. "NEVER do that AGAIN! Understand? But -daaammn- woman; you ARE kinky, I'll give you that! Hot enough that I nearly had a heart attack trying to pretend you -weren't- under the desk with -no- shirt on and sucking…mmmm." He trailed off into her mouth as she kissed him.
She stood and reached under the desk for her shirt, where she had crammed it hastily, along with herself. Putting it on, she noted, "So Lee, you must've come in for your shift early too; nothing better to do?"
At his rueful nod, she looked at the wall clock. "Well -I'm- off now, so I'm gonna grab a shower and some sleep. Just remember, flyboy, now YOU owe me," she said, smiling slyly, "and I won't -need- to do -that- again because I believe you -promised- to `frak me half to death' and I'm calling it in… two days from now.
I traded shifts so we can have some `quality time!' Be here wearing nuthin' but a smile if you know what's good for you. DON'T -make me- hunt you down!" she growled, looking rather like she hoped he WOULD make her look for him!
He wasn't even going to TRY it!
THE END!!!