Summer Shiny Exchange 2007: for berkie by becisvolatile
Title: Mud
Author: becisvolatile
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Lee/Kara
Word Count: 1900+
Category: One Shot
Genre: Angst, PWP
Archiving: The Fallout Shelter, Apollo/Starbuck Fan Fic, Beyond Insane all others please ask
Warnings: Sexual content
Spoilers: Up to and including S3, but not really.
Summary: They just want the Gods to turn their eyes for a handful of moments while they play out the final stage of their story without fear of the epilogue.
Beta: The long-suffering Angylinni.
Author's Notes: This is my exchange fic for berkie, who tells me she likes angst and smut. Don’t we all. So here’s some dirty angsty smut for you!
She sat in the dirt. The rich soil of Earth, now all the richer with a hefty investment of blood, glistened with the promise of life and the secrets of decay. She was damn sure that she wasn’t mortally wounded. Punctured and covered in blood as she was, she was positive that not nearly enough of it was her own. But she wasn’t brave enough to break the pretense and make any great movements; it was nice to play dead. Her boots were tossed to the ground beside her and all her common sense faded as the rain started and she remained out in the open. It wasn’t as cleansing as she had hoped it would be - it smacked of loss and a battle waged too long and savagely to ever be won, even if they were the last ones standing.
The Old man had told her, moments before the end - his end and, in a way, her own - that enlightenment meant you had to remember where you’d left the dark, so that you’d never fall back into it.
Kara liked to carry her darkness with her, keep it in plain sight.
She watched them pitch tents in the distance, no longer afraid to set out in the open. They’d mourn and bury the dead. They’d make their city in the sunlight of the following days, but for now they just wanted to rest. She could hardly blame them, but she knew they couldn’t start until the cancerous remains and waste of war had been removed. That was the way things were. Things needed to die to be reborn.
Kara dug her toes into the soil and fell back, imagining her flesh and soul washing away in the rain, sloughing away from her like so much necrotic flesh.
Leoben had told her once that the meek inherited the Earth. With that in mind, she pushed her mud-slick feet into her boots, tugged up the zipper of Sam’s old vest and eyed the small hillside where she sat. No one could see her there, not on the small slope of rich earth where she’d dropped to take snipes at inbound Raiders. She’d have been in her Viper if that had been an option, but her fate had been to lead humanity to Earth and for some reason that seemed to mean she actually had to set foot on solid ground. But she wasn’t alone, Lee was out there somewhere, he’d been manning surface to air missiles.
“I lied.”
Kara’s head snapped around as she watched Lee moving down the slope in her direction. He seemed intact, a little scraped, limping; but moving and very much alive. She wondered if she shouldn’t feel a measure of shame that his survival seemed to outweigh all the people they’d lost.
“You lied?” she asked as she turned her gaze back to the battlefield beyond them and passed her hand over the covered wound on her shoulder.
“Yeah. I told you bright and shiny futures were overrated and I can safely say that I was lying through my teeth.”
“No shit?”
He groaned as he dropped into the dirt beside her, bracing his feet against the slope and resting his wrists on his knees as he contemplated the rain and the woman beside him, “What gave me away?”
“Dee. You wanted your bright shiny future with your bright shiny wife.”
“I wasn’t the only one who got married, Kara.”
The rain started falling with a little more conviction and Kara flopped back down onto the ground. Her clothes were plastered to her skin and if she turned her head to the side, she could see the pink rivulets of rain-thinned blood running out of the over-large arm of the vest and down her shoulder. “You think it still matters? What I did? How badly we frakked it all up?”
Suddenly Lee was on his back beside her, pulling a small face as his head pressed into the mud at their backs. “I don’t think it ever mattered, I mean… it didn’t exactly stop us. Maybe it slowed us; you think anything would ever actually stop us?”
Kara turned her face towards him to find him lying much closer than she’d expected. She could see the muscles of his face jump with renewed shock as each and every raindrop crashed against his check and jaw. She reached up and passed a hand over her hair, gripping and squeezing the water from the dirty strands. “So, what? We just move on? Babies, marriage. You get your bright shiny?”
Lee rolled onto his side; the earth moved into a muddy mound beneath his shoulder, the rain was really starting to fall. Making it hard for her to hear his words unless they leaned in. “I’d rather eat a bullet.”
Kara’s head snapped up, almost instantly the rain pounded painfully into her eyes and she turned back to him. “You’re here to tell me that?” she shouted.
“You know why I’m here.” His eyes seemed to cut through the mud and grey rain, a shock of color in a dull and desensitized world. Something shot through her belly. Yeah, she knew why he was there. Maybe she’d even been waiting for him.
It’s not like she’d ever really doubted he’d come. Hadn’t everything been leading up to this? At least for her it had, just the compulsion to keep going and stay alive because there were still things to say, apologies that still needed to be made, even though she knew it was too little, too late.
She closed her eyes and just focused on the roar of the rain, trying to count individual raindrops as the collided with her body. She’d always been a fan of the insurmountable. She doesn’t move, doesn’t look, when she feels Lee sit forward and reach down to tug her boots free. No one’s looking for them. No one’s left to look and suddenly it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. Their bodies are running on their last reserves of adrenaline and she knows that if they don’t use it now, there’s every chance they’ll just stay there in the mud, waiting for heroes that just aren’t there anymore. Gods - they are the heroes of this place and that more than anything bestows them both with a guilty sense of entitlement. They don’t want praise. They just want the Gods to turn their eyes for a handful of moments while they play out the final stage of their story without fear of the epilogue.
She shifted as his hands moved to undo her belt and fly, letting him drag her pants down and off, trying not to pull a face as the wet and heavy fabric peels from her legs and she drops her ass back into the mud. She’s not sure she can cope with the mud getting everywhere so she sits up for a moment and shrugs out of Sam’s vest before slipping it beneath her own ass and spreading it across the ground before sliding off her own soaked skivvies and kicking them aside. She opened her eyes to watch Lee’s own zero in on her. She felt all too exposed, wearing only her torn and grubby tank, but she wasn’t compelled to take it off, it hid the bloody wound above her breast and somehow she knew it would spook him. Instead she just reached down and slid the singlet up over her belly to expose her bra. That was enough for Lee, because his hands were skimming up her ribcage, rocking her body with contrasting heat against her rain-slick skin, until he hooked his thumbs into her bra and pushed it above her breasts. He took a second to remove his own jacket and shirt, then undid his pants but didn’t bother to fully remove them. Instead he pushed them down his thighs until they just cleared his cock. He hissed a little as the rain hit him and shifted until his knees were digging into the mud between Kara’s own before spearing his fingertips into the shifting earth of the hillside beside her head and dropping his mouth to hers. He tasted like blood and she tasted of dirt. The hard rain had splattered mud onto her lips and as Lee drove his tongue against hers he could feel the small particles of their new home rolling between their tongues. His fingers flexed and mud oozed between them before he released the ground and ran his dirty hands down the length of her arms to grip at her hips.
He pulled out of the kiss and Kara had a moment to whisper, “I missed you. Again.”
“I know.”
He dropped to plant a chaste kiss against her sternum.
Kara arched into the kiss, her shoulders digging into the earth. They slid a little but dug their feet in, unwilling to let even the threat of the whole frakking hillside washing away deter them. Lee moved his mouth to her breast, lapping and sucking at the water beading across her bruised and scarred skin. This, Kara decided, felt more cleaning than all the rain in the world.
Lee’s hands slid to her knees, leaving a gritty smear in their wake, before gripping them and pulling them wider. He paused and pulled one hand back to push his pants lower still. Kara peered down the length of their bodies and sighted an angry gash high on his thigh. It brought an odd smile to her face. She wasn’t the only one nursing secret hurts.
He braced his knees into the mud and dropped his bulk onto hers, finding and driving into her with a few staggered and jerky movements. Kara let out a slow groan of discomfort that rolled into a welcoming moan and gave up all pretense of caring about the mud as she ran her hands along the ground at her side and up over lee’s shoulders.
He was as filthy as her now. She wanted to weep for joy.
She clutched at him, ignoring the pain in her shoulder and wrapping her legs tightly around his. He hissed and something warm dropping against her thigh suggested his wound was bleeding anew. But the alarm had no chance to take hold as Lee began a savage rocking within her body.
The heat that they generated was stolen, washing into the soil beneath them, adding to the heritage of the land, she supposed. Not that she really cared. They shook with the toll of both burning and chilling at a rapid pace and there wasn’t a chance either one could hold out long. All they had left in their bodies, the last moments of their conviction and the dregs of their souls poured into a few last weak strokes and bucks and they were there. Screams and grunts lost in rain and finally, for Kara and Lee, the battle was really over.
They cleaned up as best they could, but found themselves drawing their soaking clothes on over muddied and bloodied bodies.
“You’re bleeding,” Lee said quietly as he nodded to her shoulder.
“You too.”
He stood and looked down at the city of tents that had doubled its pace of construction in the rain. Kara sat down to draw on her boots and he held out his hand to her, “Let’s go find a home.”
“I thought you’d rather eat a bullet.” She narrowed her eyes and peered up at his hand as if it was about to bite her.
“I’d rather eat a bullet than marry you and inflict our hellspawn on the world. That doesn’t mean that I’m not perfectly happy to spend the rest of my days making your life a mother-frakking misery. Come on, Thrace; let’s go tell our bright shiny future to go frak itself.”
Author: becisvolatile
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Lee/Kara
Word Count: 1900+
Category: One Shot
Genre: Angst, PWP
Archiving: The Fallout Shelter, Apollo/Starbuck Fan Fic, Beyond Insane all others please ask
Warnings: Sexual content
Spoilers: Up to and including S3, but not really.
Summary: They just want the Gods to turn their eyes for a handful of moments while they play out the final stage of their story without fear of the epilogue.
Beta: The long-suffering Angylinni.
Author's Notes: This is my exchange fic for berkie, who tells me she likes angst and smut. Don’t we all. So here’s some dirty angsty smut for you!
She sat in the dirt. The rich soil of Earth, now all the richer with a hefty investment of blood, glistened with the promise of life and the secrets of decay. She was damn sure that she wasn’t mortally wounded. Punctured and covered in blood as she was, she was positive that not nearly enough of it was her own. But she wasn’t brave enough to break the pretense and make any great movements; it was nice to play dead. Her boots were tossed to the ground beside her and all her common sense faded as the rain started and she remained out in the open. It wasn’t as cleansing as she had hoped it would be - it smacked of loss and a battle waged too long and savagely to ever be won, even if they were the last ones standing.
The Old man had told her, moments before the end - his end and, in a way, her own - that enlightenment meant you had to remember where you’d left the dark, so that you’d never fall back into it.
Kara liked to carry her darkness with her, keep it in plain sight.
She watched them pitch tents in the distance, no longer afraid to set out in the open. They’d mourn and bury the dead. They’d make their city in the sunlight of the following days, but for now they just wanted to rest. She could hardly blame them, but she knew they couldn’t start until the cancerous remains and waste of war had been removed. That was the way things were. Things needed to die to be reborn.
Kara dug her toes into the soil and fell back, imagining her flesh and soul washing away in the rain, sloughing away from her like so much necrotic flesh.
Leoben had told her once that the meek inherited the Earth. With that in mind, she pushed her mud-slick feet into her boots, tugged up the zipper of Sam’s old vest and eyed the small hillside where she sat. No one could see her there, not on the small slope of rich earth where she’d dropped to take snipes at inbound Raiders. She’d have been in her Viper if that had been an option, but her fate had been to lead humanity to Earth and for some reason that seemed to mean she actually had to set foot on solid ground. But she wasn’t alone, Lee was out there somewhere, he’d been manning surface to air missiles.
“I lied.”
Kara’s head snapped around as she watched Lee moving down the slope in her direction. He seemed intact, a little scraped, limping; but moving and very much alive. She wondered if she shouldn’t feel a measure of shame that his survival seemed to outweigh all the people they’d lost.
“You lied?” she asked as she turned her gaze back to the battlefield beyond them and passed her hand over the covered wound on her shoulder.
“Yeah. I told you bright and shiny futures were overrated and I can safely say that I was lying through my teeth.”
“No shit?”
He groaned as he dropped into the dirt beside her, bracing his feet against the slope and resting his wrists on his knees as he contemplated the rain and the woman beside him, “What gave me away?”
“Dee. You wanted your bright shiny future with your bright shiny wife.”
“I wasn’t the only one who got married, Kara.”
The rain started falling with a little more conviction and Kara flopped back down onto the ground. Her clothes were plastered to her skin and if she turned her head to the side, she could see the pink rivulets of rain-thinned blood running out of the over-large arm of the vest and down her shoulder. “You think it still matters? What I did? How badly we frakked it all up?”
Suddenly Lee was on his back beside her, pulling a small face as his head pressed into the mud at their backs. “I don’t think it ever mattered, I mean… it didn’t exactly stop us. Maybe it slowed us; you think anything would ever actually stop us?”
Kara turned her face towards him to find him lying much closer than she’d expected. She could see the muscles of his face jump with renewed shock as each and every raindrop crashed against his check and jaw. She reached up and passed a hand over her hair, gripping and squeezing the water from the dirty strands. “So, what? We just move on? Babies, marriage. You get your bright shiny?”
Lee rolled onto his side; the earth moved into a muddy mound beneath his shoulder, the rain was really starting to fall. Making it hard for her to hear his words unless they leaned in. “I’d rather eat a bullet.”
Kara’s head snapped up, almost instantly the rain pounded painfully into her eyes and she turned back to him. “You’re here to tell me that?” she shouted.
“You know why I’m here.” His eyes seemed to cut through the mud and grey rain, a shock of color in a dull and desensitized world. Something shot through her belly. Yeah, she knew why he was there. Maybe she’d even been waiting for him.
It’s not like she’d ever really doubted he’d come. Hadn’t everything been leading up to this? At least for her it had, just the compulsion to keep going and stay alive because there were still things to say, apologies that still needed to be made, even though she knew it was too little, too late.
She closed her eyes and just focused on the roar of the rain, trying to count individual raindrops as the collided with her body. She’d always been a fan of the insurmountable. She doesn’t move, doesn’t look, when she feels Lee sit forward and reach down to tug her boots free. No one’s looking for them. No one’s left to look and suddenly it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. Their bodies are running on their last reserves of adrenaline and she knows that if they don’t use it now, there’s every chance they’ll just stay there in the mud, waiting for heroes that just aren’t there anymore. Gods - they are the heroes of this place and that more than anything bestows them both with a guilty sense of entitlement. They don’t want praise. They just want the Gods to turn their eyes for a handful of moments while they play out the final stage of their story without fear of the epilogue.
She shifted as his hands moved to undo her belt and fly, letting him drag her pants down and off, trying not to pull a face as the wet and heavy fabric peels from her legs and she drops her ass back into the mud. She’s not sure she can cope with the mud getting everywhere so she sits up for a moment and shrugs out of Sam’s vest before slipping it beneath her own ass and spreading it across the ground before sliding off her own soaked skivvies and kicking them aside. She opened her eyes to watch Lee’s own zero in on her. She felt all too exposed, wearing only her torn and grubby tank, but she wasn’t compelled to take it off, it hid the bloody wound above her breast and somehow she knew it would spook him. Instead she just reached down and slid the singlet up over her belly to expose her bra. That was enough for Lee, because his hands were skimming up her ribcage, rocking her body with contrasting heat against her rain-slick skin, until he hooked his thumbs into her bra and pushed it above her breasts. He took a second to remove his own jacket and shirt, then undid his pants but didn’t bother to fully remove them. Instead he pushed them down his thighs until they just cleared his cock. He hissed a little as the rain hit him and shifted until his knees were digging into the mud between Kara’s own before spearing his fingertips into the shifting earth of the hillside beside her head and dropping his mouth to hers. He tasted like blood and she tasted of dirt. The hard rain had splattered mud onto her lips and as Lee drove his tongue against hers he could feel the small particles of their new home rolling between their tongues. His fingers flexed and mud oozed between them before he released the ground and ran his dirty hands down the length of her arms to grip at her hips.
He pulled out of the kiss and Kara had a moment to whisper, “I missed you. Again.”
“I know.”
He dropped to plant a chaste kiss against her sternum.
Kara arched into the kiss, her shoulders digging into the earth. They slid a little but dug their feet in, unwilling to let even the threat of the whole frakking hillside washing away deter them. Lee moved his mouth to her breast, lapping and sucking at the water beading across her bruised and scarred skin. This, Kara decided, felt more cleaning than all the rain in the world.
Lee’s hands slid to her knees, leaving a gritty smear in their wake, before gripping them and pulling them wider. He paused and pulled one hand back to push his pants lower still. Kara peered down the length of their bodies and sighted an angry gash high on his thigh. It brought an odd smile to her face. She wasn’t the only one nursing secret hurts.
He braced his knees into the mud and dropped his bulk onto hers, finding and driving into her with a few staggered and jerky movements. Kara let out a slow groan of discomfort that rolled into a welcoming moan and gave up all pretense of caring about the mud as she ran her hands along the ground at her side and up over lee’s shoulders.
He was as filthy as her now. She wanted to weep for joy.
She clutched at him, ignoring the pain in her shoulder and wrapping her legs tightly around his. He hissed and something warm dropping against her thigh suggested his wound was bleeding anew. But the alarm had no chance to take hold as Lee began a savage rocking within her body.
The heat that they generated was stolen, washing into the soil beneath them, adding to the heritage of the land, she supposed. Not that she really cared. They shook with the toll of both burning and chilling at a rapid pace and there wasn’t a chance either one could hold out long. All they had left in their bodies, the last moments of their conviction and the dregs of their souls poured into a few last weak strokes and bucks and they were there. Screams and grunts lost in rain and finally, for Kara and Lee, the battle was really over.
They cleaned up as best they could, but found themselves drawing their soaking clothes on over muddied and bloodied bodies.
“You’re bleeding,” Lee said quietly as he nodded to her shoulder.
“You too.”
He stood and looked down at the city of tents that had doubled its pace of construction in the rain. Kara sat down to draw on her boots and he held out his hand to her, “Let’s go find a home.”
“I thought you’d rather eat a bullet.” She narrowed her eyes and peered up at his hand as if it was about to bite her.
“I’d rather eat a bullet than marry you and inflict our hellspawn on the world. That doesn’t mean that I’m not perfectly happy to spend the rest of my days making your life a mother-frakking misery. Come on, Thrace; let’s go tell our bright shiny future to go frak itself.”