Word Count: 1,940
Date: 11/13/05
Series: Season 2
Rating: M+ for sexual content
Category: Relationship
Pairing/Focus: Lee/Kara
Warnings: Contains misuse of frozen desert/total PWP, no
redeeming value whatsoever
Summary: Lee, Kara, and a pint of ice cream. You do the math.
Hee.
Spoilers/Disclaimers: None, the voices made it up; I don't own
them, RDM does. I just arrange them as I see fit..
Kara Thrace stood at the window, watching the artificial sun go down. It was perfect outside, but what else would you expect from a luxury liner? All in all, though, she couldn't complain. She was here on security detail for a conference, and they had all arranged to stay on Cloud Nine overnight. So, here she was, off duty and fresh out of the shower. No, she couldn't complain at all, she thought, as she let frozen confection slowly melt down her throat.
She couldn't believe her luck. While it had come at a price, it was worth it. Everyone back on the Galactica was going to have a field day with this when they heard about it. When the security detail had checked into the hotel, they discovered there had been a mistake with their reservations. They were one room short, so she and Lee Adama had to double up. The hotel had been very apologetic about screwing up the President's security detail's rooms, so later, they had sent up a gift. And what a gift it was. Sure, she should share it with Lee-- after all he had to share the room with her -- but she was going to have to put up with the razzing when they got back. No one would tease the CAG, not when he could assign them extra shifts until they begged for mercy. Nope. Not going to share.
"Kara Thrace, where the hell did you get ice cream?"
She lazily turned around to see Lee standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking every inch his call sign. His hair was tousled and wet, and she could still see beads of moisture on his skin from his shower. Whoa. Breathe, Kara. Don't stare. She had seen him naked a million times, but this time it was different. She didn't know if it was being alone with him or just the relaxed setting of the room. It might have even been something they put in her ice cream. Whatever it was, the sight of him in that towel made her feel warm and fuzzy. Ok, maybe not fuzzy, but she was definitely getting warm. She slowly pulled the spoon from her mouth, licking it as it went. She watched his eyes drop to her mouth and stare. So, maybe he felt it, too. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you liked ice cream," she purred, trying to look the picture of innocence as she did.
His eyes snapped back up to hers. Was he actually blushing? Oh, yeah. It was subtle, but he was definitely getting pink. "You know very well I do. Where did it come from?"
"Oh, the hotel sent it up as an apology for screwing up."
"So that makes it half mine. Share."
"Um, no." Her eyes gleamed mischievously. She sauntered up to him, trying to ignore how the buzzing in her body got worse when she got closer. "It's mine. Shouldn't have taken so long in the shower, Apollo."
He turned toward the phone. "Well, then, maybe we should call them and tell them you have one of their robes hidden in your locker."
"No!" As she moved to stop him, she pulled the spoon out of the carton, sending a dollop of half-melted ice cream flying towards him. It landed on his back.
"Ack! It's cold!!! Kara, that wasn't funny. Get it off me!"
"Calm down, I didn't do it on purpose." She looked around, but the only handy towel was the one he was wearing. An idea popped into her head. She shouldn't. She really shouldn't. But she did.
She leaned over and licked the melting dessert off. Oh, gods, she really shouldn't have done that. The taste of his skin mixed with the sweetness of the ice cream made the heat in her belly worse.
Then she realized Lee was barely breathing.
He turned back to face her. Oh, she really shouldn't have done that. She took half a step back, tried to get away from the raw, hungry look on his face. He grabbed her arm, preventing her escape.
Without a word, he pulled her close and lowered his head to hers. His kiss was slow, but hungry. And she was dinner, evidently. Just a moment more, and she'd pull away. Then his arm went around her waist and pulled her closer into him. Oh, gods, he felt good. Her arms went around his neck, one hand still holding the ice cream carton.
After what seemed like eternity, he pulled away from her. Her eyelids fluttered open to find his eyes searching her face. She wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he seemed to be satisfied with what he saw. His hand gently touched her lips, then slid across her jaw and slowly moved down her neck. He pulled back just a little farther as she watched, enraptured by his touch. He pulled her arms down from around his neck, then trailed his fingers down her bare arm. His fingernails lightly grazed the inside of her elbow, and she shuddered from the sensation. Not a tickle, but not painful, it made her core spasm.
She heard him chuckle at her response. Smug bastard. She'd teach him. She looked up at him and decided she'd get even later. She had never had a man look at her like that before. Hungry and possessive, like she was the only woman in the world, and he was never going to share. There was something else, too. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on..
Her train of thought slowed as he took the carton of ice cream from her hand and set it on the nightstand. Then it derailed as he claimed her lips in a soul-melting kiss. A kiss so deep, it marked her soul. His hand slid underneath her tanks and closed on her breast. She arched into him, wanting more. He fondled the hardened nipple through the worn fabric of her bra for a moment, then pulled his hand from her shirt. She was about to protest when he grabbed the hems of her tanks and pulled them up and over her head. Her bra followed them across the room somewhere.
As he kissed her again, all she could think of was the feel of his hot skin against hers. Her bare nipples rubbed against him, making her legs quiver. He pulled her slightly off the floor and deposited her on the bed. He unbuttoned her pants, watching her as he unfastened each button. She waited for him to slide them off her, but he didn't.
Instead, he reached for the carton on the nightstand. The ice cream was mostly melted, but it was still cold. She watched him take a small spoonful into his mouth, then lower his head to her breast. She bucked under his head as the cold from the ice cream mixed with the heat from his mouth. She was going to die, and she couldn't think of a better way to go. Then, stopping for another dollop of confection, he moved to her other nipple. She moaned his name, almost begging him to take her, wanting him inside her so badly it bordered on madness. "Please, Lee."
He didn't listen. He moved down her body, trailing melted ice cream on her abdomen, then slowly licking it off. The combination of temperatures and just the fact that Lee Adama had his tongue on her drove her to the brink of insanity. She knew she was moaning so loudly, any minute the management was going to come investigate. He dripped it onto her hip, pulling her waistband down just enough to expose the sensitive area. His tongue followed the chilled drops, his teeth scraping her skin, following his tongue. He nipped at her hipbone, and she sobbed. Now she was begging. "Please, Lee. Please. I can't take any more. I need you. I need you inside me. Please."
He put the carton back on the nightstand, then reached for the waistband of her pants. He pulled them off, then, after removing her panties, he slid his hand between her legs. His hand was still cool from holding the carton, and she sobbed again as his fingers found her swollen clit. "Do you like this, Kara?" he whispered. She nodded, so close to the edge she couldn't make the words come. His hand moved down, and he pushed two fingers inside her. "Do you want me, Kara?" She nodded again, lost in the movement of his hand, his fingers. "Has any other man ever done this to you? Has any other man ever been able to make you feel like this?" She shook her head. "Say it, Kara. Tell me I'm the only one." As he said it, he began to circle her swollen node of flesh with his thumb. "Tell me now."
"Only you, Lee! Oh, gods, Lee!" As the words tore from her throat, he thrust his fingers deep inside her and pressed down on her clit. She broke, crying out as she came, spasming around his fingers.
As she came down, she felt him begin to stroke her again, building the heat again. She whimpered as he removed his hand. Then he moved on top of her. She gasped as she felt his hard cock slowly slide inside her. She felt him slide his hands down her arms and pin her hands to the bed. Then he kissed her, long and deep, and she felt the pressure building stronger and stronger where her body joined his. She nipped his lip, showing her impatience. He could move any time now.
He groaned and kissed her hard, and she moaned again as he began to move inside her. Deep and scorching, she knew his kiss would turn her to cinders. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, mimicking the motion of his cock in her body. She went higher and higher, surrounded by this man, this god among men. His hold on her hands loosened, and she ran her hands down his back, raking his skin with her nails, marking him as her own. He hissed at the sting, and began to move faster, deeper, frakking her good and proper. She arched under him, so close, wanting more.
She screamed his name as she came, her body spasming wildly around him. She felt him tighten, then felt the warmth of his own release in her belly, and he collapsed onto her.
Oh, gods, she thought. Were those stars? She realized that she and her best friend had nearly frakked each other unconscious, and the strange thing was, it felt right. When he began to move off her, she stopped him. She loved the feel of his weight on her, loved knowing she was the one who had done this to him. She lay there, reveling in this man. Well, they would deal the morning when it got here. But for once, she wasn't going to bolt. She wasn't going to over think it and end up frakking up what might just be a good thing. She was just going to enjoy herself.
Lee rolled onto his back, pulling her to sprawl on his chest. He looked up into her face, his expression proclaiming him the most contented man in the universe. "So," he said, "should I call the front desk and thank them, or do you want to?"
Fin