Word Count: 1,457
Date: 11/12/05
Series: Season 2
Rating: T
Category: Relationship
Pairing/Focus: Lee/Kara
Warnings: sensuality, some angst
Summary: Kara comforts Lee, and things get complicated.
Spoilers/Disclaimers: Spoilers- Flight of the Phoenix; I don't own them, RDM does. I just arrange them as I see
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"Hey, Kat. You seen the CAG?"
"Nah, Starbuck. Haven't seen him in a while."
Damn, Kara thought, where the hell was he? He wasn't on duty, and he wasn't in his office or his rack. She was worried, not that she would admit it to anyone, though. Gods, he had been acting strangely all day. Well, since lunch, anyway. Like something was on his mind, and it was really bothering him. She knew him, and she was going to get to the bottom of what would bother him so much, even if it took searching every storeroom on the frakking ship to find him. However, if she DID have to search every storeroom, she was going to be really pissed by the time she did find him. As it was, she was getting irritated fast, and, by the way people were scrambling to get out of her way, evidently it was beginning to show.
Ok, so he wasn't in the gym. Well, next up was the firing range. In spite of herself, Kara smiled. That had been a trip. The last time she had been there, a Cylon virus had invaded the environmental controls and caused it to bleed oxygen from the range while she, Lee and Hotdog had been shooting. The nitrogen level, though, had still been at the normal setting, so they had all gotten a little giddy. Well, her and Lee, anyway. As far as she could remember, she hadn't really been paying attention to Hotdog. At least, she hadn't until they heard the thud of his body hitting the floor. It had been really funny. Of course, everything had been really funny at the time. Later, when she was sober and was able to think clearly, she realized it was a good thing the distraction had come when it did. She had been about to do something really, really stupid. Something she didn't really want to think about, because she felt a disturbing warmth spread through her belly when she did think about it.
Thankfully, Lee had realized the danger, and together they had been able to shoot out the glass in the door, getting precious oxygen back into their deprived bodies. They worked well together, Kara knew, not just then, but every day. Flying with him was like flying with an extension of herself. In a viper, he was the only one who could keep up with her. He kept her grounded; she kept him loose.
The firing range was now dark, but something told Kara to look. She peered through the window in the door. The glass hadn't been replaced yet, and, though she couldn't see anything, that same something told her to go in. She quietly entered, closing the hatch behind her. Light still filtered in through the hole in the hatch. She spied a dark shape in a corner. She approached him slowly. "Lee?"
"Kara." His voice was rough, adding to her determination to get to the bottom of this. "Why aren't you on duty?"
"I finished an hour ago, Lee." Kara could only blink at the question. Lee never lost track of time. He had an internal clock that was, at most, five minutes off. And the only time that had happened was after the consumption of the majority of a bottle of ambrosia one night with her. "What's the matter, Lee?" She knelt down in front of him. "You haven't been yourself since you met with your father this afternoon. You're hiding in the dark, you've lost track of time, and your voice is telling me you're about to crack." He sat there. "Lee." She reached over and took his hand. "Tell me."
He spoke quietly. She listened as he told her of meeting with the commander, the president being there as well, the two of them telling Lee Roslin had only weeks to live. A month at most, they had said. As he related it to her, he struggled to keep his tears at bay. She watched him, her heart breaking at his pain. A woman he respected, his friend, was dying far more quickly than anyone had thought. When he finished, she moved beside him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. Her other hand still held his. She pulled him close, and his control broke at her gesture.
How long they sat there, she didn't know. She held him as tears rolled down his face. Her own tears fell as well, and she silently offered up a prayer, not only for Laura Roslin, but for the man in her arms. They stayed that way, even after Lee's eyes were dry. "Sorry about that," he said after a moment.
"Don't worry about it. Just think of it as repayment for all those times I cried on your shoulder. Not to mention this is great blackmail."
He chuckled, knowing she was trying to cheer him up. She brought her arm from his shoulders to her lap, and he took in in his free hand, now holding both her hands in his. "You're a great friend, Kara, even though you almost killed me yesterday."
"What? I didn't lay a hand on you. All we did was the test flight on the Blackbird."
"Exactly. You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought I'd lost you." He turned his head to face her; she turned to face him. "I don't want to lose you, Kara. Not again. I don't think I could live without you."
His words took her breath away. His last sentence was barely whispered; his eyes were gazing into hers, seemingly staring straight into her soul. All she could do was stare back, hypnotized by him. She heard a tiny warning voice inside her head: 'Don't do it. Look away. Get up. Leave. This is Lee, for gods' sake.' But she couldn't look away, couldn't move. Their faces were an inch away from each other. She could feel his breath. "Lee."
Her intended words flew out of her head as his lips brushed hers. The voice in her head died a quick death and had a fast burial. Feather-light, the kiss lasted only a second. She was lost, and she didn't move as he kissed her again, longer this time, but still light. He was feeling her, tasting her. His hand was on her face, holding her there.
Lee Adama couldn't stop. He knew he should, but he couldn't, no more than he was able to stop himself from kissing her in the first place. Any second now, he expected her to pull away and reward him with a right hook across the jaw. But she didn't, and he didn't stop. He pulled away to breathe and murmured, "Gods, Kara."
The exclamation made her shiver. She wanted more. His kiss was doing something to her, getting into her blood. She should pull away. She should deck him, cuss him out, do something. So, she did something. She reached up and slid her fingertips across his jaw, not pulling away, just barely leaning closer to him, hoping he got the message.
He did. He crushed his mouth to hers, opening it to fully taste her. He wanted her, all of her. Had wanted her for as long as he could remember. He dreamed about her at night. Now, he had her, and he intended on making her his. His tongue lightly slid over hers, teasing her. He drew her lower lip into his mouth, sucking it, gently nipping it with is teeth as he pulled away. She pulled him back to her mouth, returning the kiss with an intensity that set his blood on fire.
He pulled her into his lap, positioning her so her knees straddled his legs. Her arms came up, one wrapping around his neck, the other burying itself in his hair. His arms pulled her closer, crushing her body against his chest. His hands slipped under her tanks, feeling the bare hot skin of her back. Gods she was so---
"Action stations, action stations!" The blaring alarm rudely cut through the haze of his brain. Frak!
She pulled away from him as reality set in. What the frak had she been thinking? She was wrapped around her oldest friend, her CAG, Zak's brother, and she was so turned on she hurt. Was she insane? Was he insane? As the two of them ran down the hall, she mentally cursed herself. She cursed him, too. After all, he had kissed her. This was all his fault, and she intended to point that out to him as soon as she finished taking the anger and frustration she felt out on whichever Cylon force had had the misfortune of showing up today.
Part 2
Two weeks. Two weeks of avoiding. He avoided her. She avoided him. He had started it, refusing to be alone with her, not wanting to give her the opportunity to tell him they were both nuts and it would never happen again. Soon, she was finding excuses not to be there when he came off duty, not to talk to him when a note would do. They had spoken to each other maybe a total of ten sentences not related to work in those two weeks, all of them awkward as hell.
Lee watched Kara walk away after the latest of these, watching the indecision and embarrassment play out in her stride. He knew her. He knew her well enough to know she was trying to fight the attraction between them. He knew why she fought it, because her reasons were his. But lately, his reasons either no longer made sense, or he just didn't care anymore. He turned to see the Chief watching both of them, a puzzled look on his face. Evidently, the crew was beginning to notice. He needed to talk to her; hell, he'd fight with her if it meant she wasn't going to walk away the second he opened his mouth.
Six hours later, he'd remember that thought and wonder what the name of Athena he had been thinking.
An hour after Kara left him on the flight deck, Lee was in his office, silently cursing the mountain of paperwork in front of him. He was a Viper pilot, for gods' sake, not a bureaucrat. He was just considering lighting the whole desk on fire when she stormed into his office. She was clearly very pissed. And, judging by the fact she was standing in his office right now, she was pissed at him.
"Adama, what the hell is this?"
He casually looked over the schedule she threw down in front of him. "I'd say it was a flight schedule."
"I know what it is, jackass. Why the frak am I scheduled five CAP's in a row?!" She was fuming, and what little control she had was about to crack. Then she'd probably end up in the brig again. A thought which irritated her even more.
"I suppose the fact that I'm the CAG and I put you there isn't reason enough." Oh, that got her. Now she was positively seething. Well, her outburst had riled him, and all the frustration he had felt for two weeks was starting to bubble. She always could get under his skin, which was a fact he was just now starting to realize was true in more than one context. "Careful, Starbuck. Calling the CAG names could be considered insubordination."
At that, she stomped to the hatch, slammed it, and threw the lock. "Well, now no one can stop me if I do anything else considered 'insubordinate.' You are the most pompous, self-righteous, irritating ass I have ever known." She knew she was pushing buttons, but she couldn't shut up. Pent-up emotion kept her blindly ranting on. Deep down, she knew they were short on pilots. She also knew Lee wouldn't do that to her unless he had to, but she needed an outlet, and using him as her punching-bag would do.
As he came around the desk, she began to suspect she had made a mistake. He was angrier than she thought he would be. Sure, she had pushed him, but it wasn't as if this was new. But here he was, so upset she could feel the anger and irritation radiate off him.
Suddenly, he was toe-to-toe with her, his body inches from hers. His proximity sent an electric jolt through her body. Startled, she looked up at him. Had someone turned the heat up? The hazel green of her eyes met the cobalt blue of his, and she promptly fell in. She gazed into those bottomless eyes for an eternity, then realized breathing was good for a girl. She blinked, trying to catch her breath. And then she looked at him again. He seemed to be having trouble breathing, too. "Lee," she gasped. "Why do I have the feeling we're about to frak each other senseless?" She tried to smile, tried to make it light, but it was too close to the truth.
"Because we are." His rough voice shot heat through her belly. He grabbed her and crushed his mouth to hers. He poured everything into that kiss. Years of his frustration, his anger at her self-destructive behavior, his hurt at her refusal to let him in. But, most of all, his want was there. It made him greedy, made him want to possess her, body and soul. He wanted to make her unable to ever think of another man again, to burn the memories of any man she had ever been with from her brain. He wanted to frak her until she couldn't remember her own name.
Kara was drowning. The office, the Galactica and her crew faded into nothing until all that was left was Lee Adama kissing her, touching her. Time stopped. Her back slammed against the wall, and the sensation turned her on even more. She was trapped between a metal bulkhead and a hard body, and life had never been better. She gasped for air as his kiss moved down to her neck. "Oh, gods, Lee." He was devouring her, his teeth were nipping at her neck, and she was unraveling.
Gods, she was a drug, and he wanted more. He scraped his teeth along her collarbone and felt her shudder. He wanted her now. Wanted to rip her clothes off and drive himself into her until they were both screaming. He pulled her tanks up roughly, needing to get his hands on her skin. Skin so soft the memory of it had been haunting him for two weeks. She reached down and pulled them over her head just before he captured her mouth again. Then, he moved down to kiss the tops of her breasts before capturing a hardened nipple in his mouth. He sucked, then released it, blowing gently on it before moving to its twin.
Her knees gave out, and the only thing holding her up was Lee. Kara had kissed a lot of men, had frakked quite a few as well. None of them had made her weak-kneed. What was he doing to her? He slid his hands under her ass and pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and she could feel him hard against her. It was about to push her over the edge. Silently cursing the fabric between them, she moved her hips against him, wanting more. She pushed his flight suit off his shoulders, then worked on his tanks. He had the body of a god, she knew, and frak her if she wasn't going to get her hands on it. Finally, his chest was bare, and she ran her hands up the smooth muscles and over his shoulders, grazing his back with her short fingernails. His groan sent a thrill through her as he took her mouth in another soul-searing kiss.
He pulled her away from the wall and carried her to the desk. The hated paperwork flew across the room, and he set her on the edge. He was a man possessed, and Kara was his demon. He unfastened her pants and slid them off as she frantically worked the fastenings of his flight suit. Her hand closed around him, and his vision went dark. "Kara," was the only thing he could groan as she guided him inside her. Oh, gods, she was wet and hot, and he couldn't stop.
"Ohhh, frak," Kara panted as he moved inside her. He filled her completely, and each thrust stoked the fire inside her. He would burn her alive. He frakked her harder, faster, and she went higher. "Oh, gods. Lee, oh, gods, Lee!" The world shattered as she went over, spiraling into oblivion. Her orgasm waned, then suddenly morphed into another as he came, groaning her name. They clung to each other, unable to move, unable to do anything but breathe and hold each other. And breathing was pushing it.
Finally, Kara could feel her toes again, and she slid off the desk. She surveyed the wreckage. "Wow, you really need to be more organized."
He laughed. "Well, I've been meaning to do something with the place."
She finished donning her tanks. "Well, I'd better get some sleep. I've got a lot of flying to do."
"So, I'll catch up to you later? Maybe find a quiet spot to sneak dinner?" He watched her face change. Now laughing Kara was behind the wall that was Starbuck. "Kara, don't."
"I don't know, Lee. I've got a lot to do. I'll find you later."
He watched her retreat out the hatch, his heart breaking for Kara. His Kara, whether she liked it or not. He'd just have to prove to her that she could be happy.