BSG Fic - Score!
Title: Score
Author: becisvolatile
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Lee/Kara, Helo
Word Count: 3500+
Category: Short
Genre: Romance, PWP, Humour
Archiving: The Fallout Shelter, Apollo/Starbuck Fan Fic, Beyond Insane all others please ask
Warnings: Sexual content, extreme abuse of the double entendre
Spoilers: S3 to be safe.
Summary: His first mistake had been the looking. His second had probably been the touching. Unfortunately, the looking and touching were pretty much an integral part of playing Pyramid.
Author's Notes: This is for Angylinni, because we said we would. Absolute fluff with next to no substance, but gosh it was fun to write. Pyramid really is the porniest game in the world. Unless you count curling, which is hawt. Massive thanks to jcathm for the speedy beta.
“You what?!”
Helo shrugged and held his hands wide, “I put your name up for this pyramid tournament they’re setting up. The Fleet needs to be represented. Your father’s behind it, boost to morale, diversion…”
“Yeah,” Lee shifted on his seat and looked around the rec room, “I get that much, but why me?”
“We need the best! We’ve Kara, Ransack, Hot Dog,” Helo buffed his fingernails against his collar, “And then you have me. Figured I’d sign you up before someone poached you.”
Lee sank a little into his chair and reached for a bottle of water. “You just should have asked me first.” His face turned dark and he was perilously close to sulking.
And then, just outside, there it was. Kara’s laughter ringing out as she stood before the list and read Helo’s grubbily scrawled name alongside Lee’s. Lt Agathon and Cpt. Adama. Her laugh just built and he was pretty sure she was clutching her belly. She shouldered into the rec room, still laughing. The sound jumping rich and thick from her throat as her eyes sought him out.
Helo smiled, always up for a joke, but it sort of went lopsided when he looked back to Lee. “Am I missing something?”
“Icntplyprmd,” Lee mumbled around the mouth of his bottle.
“What?” Helo’s smile dropped.
Kara calmed and smacked Lee on the back before taking the seat immediately to his left. “He said ‘I can’t play pyramid’.”
Suddenly, Helo really didn’t seem to see anything funny in the situation, “But… but Kara has a photo. You look like a pro! You’re holding a ball!”
“That she threw at my head,” he deadpanned.
Helo groaned and crossed his arms over his chest, “We’re going to lose.”
“You can take my name down,” Lee said, “It’s no too late.”
Kara’s grin grew a little wider, “Actually, it is. Hadrian was just out there taking down the sign up lists.”
“Substitute me with-“ The name stuck momentarily between his teeth, “Anders. You’d win for sure then.”
Kara snorted but said nothing, Helo took a more diplomatic tack, “Colonial One already poached him. Roslin wants to win.” On top of which, given the current climate between Kara and Sam after the messy dissolution of their marriage, putting the two of them onto a court and inviting them to play a contact sport wasn’t smart by any stretch of the imagination. “Look,” Helo pressed on, “We’ve got a week-“
“Four days,” Kara interjected, clearly enjoying Lee’s discomfort.
“We’ve got time for you to get a handle of the basics.”
“That’s what you think,” she tugged Lee’s water bottle from his hand before taking a sip, “You haven’t seen this man handle a ball. Apparently, skill in the sky does not translate to the court. Believe me, I tried to teach him once.”
“That wasn’t teaching!” Lee snapped. “Five minutes, and you kept throwing the ball at my head.”
“You kept putting your head in the way!” Kara leaned forward, her nose getting nearer to Lee’s.
“Whoa! Whoa, time out!” Helo reached across the table, forming a T out of his hands, “Okay. Conflict resolution time. Lee needs to learn how to play Pyramid. Kara can do that. In a reasonable and understanding matter. She nearly went pro, so maybe she can pull out some of that professionalism, suck it up; stop being a princess and help Lee. Remember what’s at stake people!”
“The pride of the Fleet?”
Helo seemed momentarily confused, “Actually, I was talking about the last case of beer in existence.”
*****
His first mistake had been the looking.
His second had probably been the touching.
Unfortunately, the looking and touching were pretty much an integral part of playing Pyramid.
“Are you paying attention?”
It wasn’t her ass that spoke, but damned if that wasn’t the part she had thrust up under his face. Yeah, he was paying attention. “I have no idea what the frak you are doing.”
With a groan Kara straightened and turned back to him. She jabbed a finger at the triangle zone beneath her feet, then to the zones in the corners. “Safe zones. When I’m touching the ground there, you cannot make any offensive moves.”
That still didn’t really explain why she had to be bent over like that. Or why she’d chosen to wear shorts. Or only her black sports bra. Also, it didn’t explain why the frak not a single word of what she said seemed to make it into his brain.
Actually, if he was being honest with himself, the shorts and bra probably went a long way towards explaining his lack of information retention. That and the fact that they were alone on the loading bay that had been transformed into a make-shift Pyramid court.
The ball bounced off his left temple and his eyes snapped to her face. “Safe zones, Lee. No touching. It’s really really simple.”
That’s what Kara thought.
“No touching,” Lee confirmed, more for his own benefit. Divorce, Cylons, Earth, Resurrection. Suddenly none of those things mattered because Kara was smacking him in the shoulder, rolling her eyes and holding the ball to the floor once again, leaving Lee to let his eyes trail down her spin before darting wide to follow the lush curve of her hips and ass.
“In a couple seconds, Lee, I’m going to lift the ball, leave the safe zone and try to score. Your job is to stop that from happening.”
Gods, he wished she wouldn’t talk while her butt was so close to his face. Something about the knowledge that his masculinity was about to get trampled ruined the view.
“You’re going to go for the goal?” he asked.
“Maybe. Maybe I’m going to take one of the boards, rebound the ball off it, frak around with you for a while. That’s the point. Yes, there is only one cage to score in, but the game is in how I get there. It’s not A to B, Lee. If you go straight for the cage you’ll come up against a wall of guys counting on the fact that it’ll be your first move.”
“So I’m being unpredictable?”
“If it’s humanly possible, Lee, yeah. Wow me. ”
Lee’s brows snapped together and he missed the split second that Kara made a break, he’d been standing behind her, but not really close enough to pose any threat. That didn’t stop her body-slamming him and throwing him down to the ground before bouncing the ball off a side board and catching it on the fly. She didn’t bother to score, merely turned back to Lee with an expression somewhere between boredom and disgust. “That was the part where you were meant to stop me.”
Lee pushed himself up form the ground, trying to assess whether or not she’d broken anything vital. She didn’t wait for long before throwing the ball at him, “Okay, you always were a better doer than learner. Start in the corner, try to score, I’ll take the defense.”
Lee tossed the ball from hand to hand. How hard could it be? Ball in the hole. Frak it, he could do this. It wouldn’t take much to have Kara on her back.
In a completely non-sexual way, he amended.
He leaned down and touched the ball to the floor, “You ready?” he asked and was met with a look most people usually saved for nuggets about to meet Kara: absolute and utter pity.
He cleared his throat and made a play. It started as a quick step to the left, then right… then left again. Frak, she was dogging him. He stepped forward and she did the same, just an inch shy of bringing her body flush with his.
He blew out a long breath, not caring that it rushed over her face and the heat momentarily distracted her, he broke to the side as she threw an arm wide. He dropped beneath her arm, his shoulder bushing against her ribs as he threw his weight through the gap. Almost instantly she was turning on him, body pushing against his back. He stepped back onto his heel, briefly, trying to shake her off. She staggered away but was once more right at his back within seconds. Without thinking Lee held his hand out behind him, spreading his fingers wide and connecting with-
“Frak, sorry.” Lee fumbled the ball, letting it drop to his feet as he released her breast.
Kara’s brow furrowed, “For what?”
What indeed? It isn’t like he hasn’t been intimate with those parts of her before. It’s just… been a while.
“Uh… dropping the ball.”
“Apologize to Helo when he watches that beer leave with someone else. Let’s go again, Lee. I’m going to stop dicking around, it’s going to be rough. Can you handle that?”
Lee’s eyebrow shifted. The handling was the problem.
Kara reached for the ball, she dropped it into the center zone, keeping her fingers speared across it, throwing her knees wide and crouching. Her godsdamned ass was there again, begging for him to-
“Take me from behind, Lee.”
“Pardon?” This time he could have sworn he caught the ghost of a grin on her face, but when she turned her face over her shoulder she was all business.
“Attack from behind, Lee. I’m down, you can use your bulk to keep me that way.”
Surely she wasn’t deliberately baiting him with suggestive phrases? She wiggled her butt again and Lee gave up. Fine, they’d play it her way. He rushed at her back, not sure what to do with his hands to he just sort of waved them around near her ears. Kara was momentarily taken by surprise, but it didn’t last. In an agonizingly soft crush that hit all the right places she was there, pressing back against him, the curve of her behind pressing against his groin and forcing a short and frustrated noise from his throat. Instantly he stilled her, hands on her hips, halting game play as he demanded, “What the frak is this?!”
She looked back at him in irritation, wriggling her hips in his hands, “This is how you play Pyramid.”
“No, Kara, this is how you conceive children.”
She snorted and stepped away from his body, turning back to him and throwing the ball at his chest before dropping her hands to her hips. “You don’t like the way I play?”
He frakking loved it. But he needed it to be more than play.
“Pick up the frakking ball, Kara.”
She gave a lazy shrug and rubbed her open palm across her flat belly, “Your call, Adama. I’m done playing nice.”
“You know how to play nice? Last time I watched you play on Picon you broke some guy’s collarbone,” his eyes grew dark despite his growing smile.
“That was nice,” and with something dangerous flashing in her eye, she was off. Lee didn’t really even try to stop her. Probably couldn’t have, she was too fast. Diving hard to the right, smacking one foot against a board and flinging herself around him before taking the final three strides to her goal. The cage rattled as she smacked the ball into it and turned back at him. “You want me to take it slow?” she asked before picking up the ball and returning to the zone she’d started in.
“Just play.”
The second time, he was waiting. Armed, finally, with the understanding that Kara played Pyramid like she flew. Dangerously, fast and without ever paying attention to her 7:30. He didn’t have to chase her, he just waited until she passed closely, letting him fall into her blind spot. That was when he launched his full weight at her, sending them both flying at the board to their side. Kara grunted loudly as her back connected solidly with the board, only to grunt again as Lee’s weight smacking up against her front reinforced the impact.
“Frak me,” she wheezed as she made sure her feet were planted solidly on the ground and let her head fall back against the board. Lee looked over her shoulder and noted that their combined force had cracked the plywood. The segments were held together only by the frame and Kara’s body pressing them into place. Lee made no move to step back, he simply let his hands drop to her waist and watched he struggle to breathe. It pleased him unreasonably that for all the air she was sucking in, he was so close that all she could possibly breathe was him.
Kara’s eyes dropped to their feet, “We’re in the no touching zone.”
Lee hardened against her. He was absolutely touching.
“Would that be a foul?” he asked, shifting until their hips bumped together.
“I guess that depends what your take is.”
“And what’s your take on it Kara? You going to keep it up? The ass, the shorts, the… what the frak are you doing?”
Running her hand down his back and into his track pants, apparently.
Her face split into a small grin, “Lesson one, Adama, psyching out the competition is half the game. Man can’t win if he’s staring at your ass.”
Lee might have laughed - or frakking killed her - if he’d had the presence of mind. But, frak, her hand was in his skivvies clutching at the muscles of his butt, digging her fingertips into his flesh and pulling him closer.
Lee stumbled back, taking Kara with him. Her legs came up, as if by instinct, to wrap around his waist. There was no easy way to get them to the floor, so Lee just sort of half fell and hoped for the best.
Kara yelped as they went down, her legs clutching tighter around Lee. He took the force of their fall in his arms, bracing against the floor as they lowered their last few inches. No sooner had Kara’s back hit the floor than she was reaching for the back of Lee’s skull to pull him into a kiss. It wasn’t pretty. Actually, it was sort of embarrassing the way she went wide and ended up with her tongue in his ear. Lee rectified the situation almost instantly, pulling her arms up and pinning them against the ground above her head, leaving her face free for his attentions.
As kisses went it had a sort of right-frakking-here-right-frakking-now quality to it. Mouth on mouth and body grinding into body as Lee let Kara have a taste of the torment he’d been experiencing throughout their game. Maybe throughout his whole life.
The chance of them being discovered… well, it was there. But he realized he’d be more inclined to kill anyone that interrupted him than fall prey to a fit of embarrassment.
Kara gave an involuntary buck beneath him and he grinned against her mouth. “Problem?”
She pulled her hand from his and tapped the ground. They’d managed to roll onto the center safe zone, “No touching,” she joked again weakly.
Lee arched an eyebrow and dropped his hand to her side, rolling onto his back as he pulled her on top of him, clearing the safe zone.
“Okay?” he asked as he grinned up at her.
Kara shrugged and reached up to pull off her bra, “Game on,” she said as it went flying. Lee’s hand went instantly to her stomach, spreading wide as he slid up over her bellybutton then to the right to skim over one breast. He slowly rubbed his palms over her nipple and she arched her back as her hands fell to his chest. She clawed at his shirt for a moment before he sat up, forcing her back to sit facing him in his lap, and pulled off his shirt.
Kara took the opportunity to deal with the tie of his track pants. She pushed at them a little, making a small noise of frustration when she realized they weren’t going to come off until Lee helped. Not that it stopped her for long, her thumb passed over the flesh below his bellybutton, stopping to graze the skin with her calloused thumb before dropping her hand into his pants, shifting back until there was space for her to simply wrap her hand around his cock. Something exploded low in his belly and he came perilously close to embarrassing himself then and there.
He instantly grabbed her wrist, squeezing until she lightened her grip, “It’s not a toy, Kara.”
She released him, eyes dancing, “I’m not allowed to play?”
Lee almost laughed as he grabbed her knees and tipped her back, letting her fall to the ground before him, taking a second to admire the neat bounce of her breasts. She came up onto her elbows, knees splayed, shock on her face and a curse ready to go, but Lee didn’t give her the chance. He ran his index finger up the inside of one thigh and into the leg of her shorts, not pausing until he felt the rasp of curls against his knuckle. “Panties?” he choked in something bordering on a scandalous tone.
“I’m running out. I save them for special occasions.”
A goofy grin spread across his face as he crooked his finger and pressed his knuckle closer to her. She spread her knees wider for him and in a heartbeat he was there, passing over hot slick flesh. Gods, she was beyond ready. Lee felt his chest swell, she’d been working up to her state of arousal for a while. She hadn’t been unaffected by their training session either.
She jumped as he brushed over her clit, biting her bottom lip as her face rearranged into a look of uncertainty and want. “Lee?”
“Take the shorts off, Kara.”
She obliged, lifting her hips to slide them down and pulling her knees in close to let Lee drag them from her feet. “Lie down, Kara.”
“You’re being awfully bossy, Sir. Now is not the best time to be a CAG.”
“Shut up, Kara.”
She did and Lee was there, rising to his knees and pushing down his track pants before reaching for her feet. He took a moment to bend her knees, pressing her feet to the ground just beneath her ass. His hands slid up her shins until he gripped at her knees pulling them wide and leaving her open to his gaze.
“This is how I see you when I close my eyes, Kara. Not… not the sex. Just… welcoming and the closest thing to a home I know. All the shit of the universe fades. Do you get that?”
“You suck at meaningless fraks, Lee. You know that, right?” but even as she said it she was pulling him down into a heated kiss, biting at his lip and clawing at his shoulder. She paused for a moment, “Good thing I kinda like you, huh?” she asked.
He grinned as he moved in for another kiss and grabbed at a foot, wrapping her leg around his waist and leaving her to dig her heel into the small of his back. Her other foot stayed anchored to the floor as Lee pinned his hands down beside her head and pressed up against her. His cock bumped clumsily against her thigh a couple times before Kara muttered something about missing the goal and reached down between them to guide him into her.
There. Right frakking there. More satisfying than catching any trap, harder and faster than any kill and rougher than any close call. Completely lacking in reprieve. There wasn’t a moment that he was inside of Kara that he didn’t think he’d mastered the art of dying and living in the same moment. His heart ground to a halt, then sped up to double time. His mind went blank, only interrupted by the vaguest notion that he had to see it through until he felt Kara coming around him. Until he felt her slip into his chest and take a hold, sliding down, down, and forcing him to lose everything. Of course she’d always been deep in his chest. Even when she wasn’t around.
He moved in her and felt her body roll against his, her breasts crushing against his chest as her hands left his shoulders to pass over her face and grip at her own hair. She gave a small and wordless cry and writhed beneath him, beyond knowing just what to do with her body. Apparently, Kara was right frakking there too. He rocked his hips a little more gently, trying to find a rhythm she could buy into, but it didn’t work so he gave up the challenge and settled for just frakking her hard against the court.
That was enough for Kara, her hands dropped back to his shoulder as she cried her release into the open space. The scream morphed into a groan and shattered into a series of ragged breaths, Lee tried to form his mouth around a “shhhh” sound but it didn’t happen. He merely dropped his forehead to hers and came with a few staggered strokes, the foot in the small of his back pressed him closer still as she milked him for all he was worth.
They stayed there for a while, Lee shrinking from her body and Kara trying to catch her breath. It took a handful of minutes for their brains to reengage and Kara started to chuckle softly.
“What?” Lee managed to croak as he shifted to look down at her.
She grinned slowly, “He shoots. He scores.”
Author: becisvolatile
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Lee/Kara, Helo
Word Count: 3500+
Category: Short
Genre: Romance, PWP, Humour
Archiving: The Fallout Shelter, Apollo/Starbuck Fan Fic, Beyond Insane all others please ask
Warnings: Sexual content, extreme abuse of the double entendre
Spoilers: S3 to be safe.
Summary: His first mistake had been the looking. His second had probably been the touching. Unfortunately, the looking and touching were pretty much an integral part of playing Pyramid.
Author's Notes: This is for Angylinni, because we said we would. Absolute fluff with next to no substance, but gosh it was fun to write. Pyramid really is the porniest game in the world. Unless you count curling, which is hawt. Massive thanks to jcathm for the speedy beta.
“You what?!”
Helo shrugged and held his hands wide, “I put your name up for this pyramid tournament they’re setting up. The Fleet needs to be represented. Your father’s behind it, boost to morale, diversion…”
“Yeah,” Lee shifted on his seat and looked around the rec room, “I get that much, but why me?”
“We need the best! We’ve Kara, Ransack, Hot Dog,” Helo buffed his fingernails against his collar, “And then you have me. Figured I’d sign you up before someone poached you.”
Lee sank a little into his chair and reached for a bottle of water. “You just should have asked me first.” His face turned dark and he was perilously close to sulking.
And then, just outside, there it was. Kara’s laughter ringing out as she stood before the list and read Helo’s grubbily scrawled name alongside Lee’s. Lt Agathon and Cpt. Adama. Her laugh just built and he was pretty sure she was clutching her belly. She shouldered into the rec room, still laughing. The sound jumping rich and thick from her throat as her eyes sought him out.
Helo smiled, always up for a joke, but it sort of went lopsided when he looked back to Lee. “Am I missing something?”
“Icntplyprmd,” Lee mumbled around the mouth of his bottle.
“What?” Helo’s smile dropped.
Kara calmed and smacked Lee on the back before taking the seat immediately to his left. “He said ‘I can’t play pyramid’.”
Suddenly, Helo really didn’t seem to see anything funny in the situation, “But… but Kara has a photo. You look like a pro! You’re holding a ball!”
“That she threw at my head,” he deadpanned.
Helo groaned and crossed his arms over his chest, “We’re going to lose.”
“You can take my name down,” Lee said, “It’s no too late.”
Kara’s grin grew a little wider, “Actually, it is. Hadrian was just out there taking down the sign up lists.”
“Substitute me with-“ The name stuck momentarily between his teeth, “Anders. You’d win for sure then.”
Kara snorted but said nothing, Helo took a more diplomatic tack, “Colonial One already poached him. Roslin wants to win.” On top of which, given the current climate between Kara and Sam after the messy dissolution of their marriage, putting the two of them onto a court and inviting them to play a contact sport wasn’t smart by any stretch of the imagination. “Look,” Helo pressed on, “We’ve got a week-“
“Four days,” Kara interjected, clearly enjoying Lee’s discomfort.
“We’ve got time for you to get a handle of the basics.”
“That’s what you think,” she tugged Lee’s water bottle from his hand before taking a sip, “You haven’t seen this man handle a ball. Apparently, skill in the sky does not translate to the court. Believe me, I tried to teach him once.”
“That wasn’t teaching!” Lee snapped. “Five minutes, and you kept throwing the ball at my head.”
“You kept putting your head in the way!” Kara leaned forward, her nose getting nearer to Lee’s.
“Whoa! Whoa, time out!” Helo reached across the table, forming a T out of his hands, “Okay. Conflict resolution time. Lee needs to learn how to play Pyramid. Kara can do that. In a reasonable and understanding matter. She nearly went pro, so maybe she can pull out some of that professionalism, suck it up; stop being a princess and help Lee. Remember what’s at stake people!”
“The pride of the Fleet?”
Helo seemed momentarily confused, “Actually, I was talking about the last case of beer in existence.”
*****
His first mistake had been the looking.
His second had probably been the touching.
Unfortunately, the looking and touching were pretty much an integral part of playing Pyramid.
“Are you paying attention?”
It wasn’t her ass that spoke, but damned if that wasn’t the part she had thrust up under his face. Yeah, he was paying attention. “I have no idea what the frak you are doing.”
With a groan Kara straightened and turned back to him. She jabbed a finger at the triangle zone beneath her feet, then to the zones in the corners. “Safe zones. When I’m touching the ground there, you cannot make any offensive moves.”
That still didn’t really explain why she had to be bent over like that. Or why she’d chosen to wear shorts. Or only her black sports bra. Also, it didn’t explain why the frak not a single word of what she said seemed to make it into his brain.
Actually, if he was being honest with himself, the shorts and bra probably went a long way towards explaining his lack of information retention. That and the fact that they were alone on the loading bay that had been transformed into a make-shift Pyramid court.
The ball bounced off his left temple and his eyes snapped to her face. “Safe zones, Lee. No touching. It’s really really simple.”
That’s what Kara thought.
“No touching,” Lee confirmed, more for his own benefit. Divorce, Cylons, Earth, Resurrection. Suddenly none of those things mattered because Kara was smacking him in the shoulder, rolling her eyes and holding the ball to the floor once again, leaving Lee to let his eyes trail down her spin before darting wide to follow the lush curve of her hips and ass.
“In a couple seconds, Lee, I’m going to lift the ball, leave the safe zone and try to score. Your job is to stop that from happening.”
Gods, he wished she wouldn’t talk while her butt was so close to his face. Something about the knowledge that his masculinity was about to get trampled ruined the view.
“You’re going to go for the goal?” he asked.
“Maybe. Maybe I’m going to take one of the boards, rebound the ball off it, frak around with you for a while. That’s the point. Yes, there is only one cage to score in, but the game is in how I get there. It’s not A to B, Lee. If you go straight for the cage you’ll come up against a wall of guys counting on the fact that it’ll be your first move.”
“So I’m being unpredictable?”
“If it’s humanly possible, Lee, yeah. Wow me. ”
Lee’s brows snapped together and he missed the split second that Kara made a break, he’d been standing behind her, but not really close enough to pose any threat. That didn’t stop her body-slamming him and throwing him down to the ground before bouncing the ball off a side board and catching it on the fly. She didn’t bother to score, merely turned back to Lee with an expression somewhere between boredom and disgust. “That was the part where you were meant to stop me.”
Lee pushed himself up form the ground, trying to assess whether or not she’d broken anything vital. She didn’t wait for long before throwing the ball at him, “Okay, you always were a better doer than learner. Start in the corner, try to score, I’ll take the defense.”
Lee tossed the ball from hand to hand. How hard could it be? Ball in the hole. Frak it, he could do this. It wouldn’t take much to have Kara on her back.
In a completely non-sexual way, he amended.
He leaned down and touched the ball to the floor, “You ready?” he asked and was met with a look most people usually saved for nuggets about to meet Kara: absolute and utter pity.
He cleared his throat and made a play. It started as a quick step to the left, then right… then left again. Frak, she was dogging him. He stepped forward and she did the same, just an inch shy of bringing her body flush with his.
He blew out a long breath, not caring that it rushed over her face and the heat momentarily distracted her, he broke to the side as she threw an arm wide. He dropped beneath her arm, his shoulder bushing against her ribs as he threw his weight through the gap. Almost instantly she was turning on him, body pushing against his back. He stepped back onto his heel, briefly, trying to shake her off. She staggered away but was once more right at his back within seconds. Without thinking Lee held his hand out behind him, spreading his fingers wide and connecting with-
“Frak, sorry.” Lee fumbled the ball, letting it drop to his feet as he released her breast.
Kara’s brow furrowed, “For what?”
What indeed? It isn’t like he hasn’t been intimate with those parts of her before. It’s just… been a while.
“Uh… dropping the ball.”
“Apologize to Helo when he watches that beer leave with someone else. Let’s go again, Lee. I’m going to stop dicking around, it’s going to be rough. Can you handle that?”
Lee’s eyebrow shifted. The handling was the problem.
Kara reached for the ball, she dropped it into the center zone, keeping her fingers speared across it, throwing her knees wide and crouching. Her godsdamned ass was there again, begging for him to-
“Take me from behind, Lee.”
“Pardon?” This time he could have sworn he caught the ghost of a grin on her face, but when she turned her face over her shoulder she was all business.
“Attack from behind, Lee. I’m down, you can use your bulk to keep me that way.”
Surely she wasn’t deliberately baiting him with suggestive phrases? She wiggled her butt again and Lee gave up. Fine, they’d play it her way. He rushed at her back, not sure what to do with his hands to he just sort of waved them around near her ears. Kara was momentarily taken by surprise, but it didn’t last. In an agonizingly soft crush that hit all the right places she was there, pressing back against him, the curve of her behind pressing against his groin and forcing a short and frustrated noise from his throat. Instantly he stilled her, hands on her hips, halting game play as he demanded, “What the frak is this?!”
She looked back at him in irritation, wriggling her hips in his hands, “This is how you play Pyramid.”
“No, Kara, this is how you conceive children.”
She snorted and stepped away from his body, turning back to him and throwing the ball at his chest before dropping her hands to her hips. “You don’t like the way I play?”
He frakking loved it. But he needed it to be more than play.
“Pick up the frakking ball, Kara.”
She gave a lazy shrug and rubbed her open palm across her flat belly, “Your call, Adama. I’m done playing nice.”
“You know how to play nice? Last time I watched you play on Picon you broke some guy’s collarbone,” his eyes grew dark despite his growing smile.
“That was nice,” and with something dangerous flashing in her eye, she was off. Lee didn’t really even try to stop her. Probably couldn’t have, she was too fast. Diving hard to the right, smacking one foot against a board and flinging herself around him before taking the final three strides to her goal. The cage rattled as she smacked the ball into it and turned back at him. “You want me to take it slow?” she asked before picking up the ball and returning to the zone she’d started in.
“Just play.”
The second time, he was waiting. Armed, finally, with the understanding that Kara played Pyramid like she flew. Dangerously, fast and without ever paying attention to her 7:30. He didn’t have to chase her, he just waited until she passed closely, letting him fall into her blind spot. That was when he launched his full weight at her, sending them both flying at the board to their side. Kara grunted loudly as her back connected solidly with the board, only to grunt again as Lee’s weight smacking up against her front reinforced the impact.
“Frak me,” she wheezed as she made sure her feet were planted solidly on the ground and let her head fall back against the board. Lee looked over her shoulder and noted that their combined force had cracked the plywood. The segments were held together only by the frame and Kara’s body pressing them into place. Lee made no move to step back, he simply let his hands drop to her waist and watched he struggle to breathe. It pleased him unreasonably that for all the air she was sucking in, he was so close that all she could possibly breathe was him.
Kara’s eyes dropped to their feet, “We’re in the no touching zone.”
Lee hardened against her. He was absolutely touching.
“Would that be a foul?” he asked, shifting until their hips bumped together.
“I guess that depends what your take is.”
“And what’s your take on it Kara? You going to keep it up? The ass, the shorts, the… what the frak are you doing?”
Running her hand down his back and into his track pants, apparently.
Her face split into a small grin, “Lesson one, Adama, psyching out the competition is half the game. Man can’t win if he’s staring at your ass.”
Lee might have laughed - or frakking killed her - if he’d had the presence of mind. But, frak, her hand was in his skivvies clutching at the muscles of his butt, digging her fingertips into his flesh and pulling him closer.
Lee stumbled back, taking Kara with him. Her legs came up, as if by instinct, to wrap around his waist. There was no easy way to get them to the floor, so Lee just sort of half fell and hoped for the best.
Kara yelped as they went down, her legs clutching tighter around Lee. He took the force of their fall in his arms, bracing against the floor as they lowered their last few inches. No sooner had Kara’s back hit the floor than she was reaching for the back of Lee’s skull to pull him into a kiss. It wasn’t pretty. Actually, it was sort of embarrassing the way she went wide and ended up with her tongue in his ear. Lee rectified the situation almost instantly, pulling her arms up and pinning them against the ground above her head, leaving her face free for his attentions.
As kisses went it had a sort of right-frakking-here-right-frakking-now quality to it. Mouth on mouth and body grinding into body as Lee let Kara have a taste of the torment he’d been experiencing throughout their game. Maybe throughout his whole life.
The chance of them being discovered… well, it was there. But he realized he’d be more inclined to kill anyone that interrupted him than fall prey to a fit of embarrassment.
Kara gave an involuntary buck beneath him and he grinned against her mouth. “Problem?”
She pulled her hand from his and tapped the ground. They’d managed to roll onto the center safe zone, “No touching,” she joked again weakly.
Lee arched an eyebrow and dropped his hand to her side, rolling onto his back as he pulled her on top of him, clearing the safe zone.
“Okay?” he asked as he grinned up at her.
Kara shrugged and reached up to pull off her bra, “Game on,” she said as it went flying. Lee’s hand went instantly to her stomach, spreading wide as he slid up over her bellybutton then to the right to skim over one breast. He slowly rubbed his palms over her nipple and she arched her back as her hands fell to his chest. She clawed at his shirt for a moment before he sat up, forcing her back to sit facing him in his lap, and pulled off his shirt.
Kara took the opportunity to deal with the tie of his track pants. She pushed at them a little, making a small noise of frustration when she realized they weren’t going to come off until Lee helped. Not that it stopped her for long, her thumb passed over the flesh below his bellybutton, stopping to graze the skin with her calloused thumb before dropping her hand into his pants, shifting back until there was space for her to simply wrap her hand around his cock. Something exploded low in his belly and he came perilously close to embarrassing himself then and there.
He instantly grabbed her wrist, squeezing until she lightened her grip, “It’s not a toy, Kara.”
She released him, eyes dancing, “I’m not allowed to play?”
Lee almost laughed as he grabbed her knees and tipped her back, letting her fall to the ground before him, taking a second to admire the neat bounce of her breasts. She came up onto her elbows, knees splayed, shock on her face and a curse ready to go, but Lee didn’t give her the chance. He ran his index finger up the inside of one thigh and into the leg of her shorts, not pausing until he felt the rasp of curls against his knuckle. “Panties?” he choked in something bordering on a scandalous tone.
“I’m running out. I save them for special occasions.”
A goofy grin spread across his face as he crooked his finger and pressed his knuckle closer to her. She spread her knees wider for him and in a heartbeat he was there, passing over hot slick flesh. Gods, she was beyond ready. Lee felt his chest swell, she’d been working up to her state of arousal for a while. She hadn’t been unaffected by their training session either.
She jumped as he brushed over her clit, biting her bottom lip as her face rearranged into a look of uncertainty and want. “Lee?”
“Take the shorts off, Kara.”
She obliged, lifting her hips to slide them down and pulling her knees in close to let Lee drag them from her feet. “Lie down, Kara.”
“You’re being awfully bossy, Sir. Now is not the best time to be a CAG.”
“Shut up, Kara.”
She did and Lee was there, rising to his knees and pushing down his track pants before reaching for her feet. He took a moment to bend her knees, pressing her feet to the ground just beneath her ass. His hands slid up her shins until he gripped at her knees pulling them wide and leaving her open to his gaze.
“This is how I see you when I close my eyes, Kara. Not… not the sex. Just… welcoming and the closest thing to a home I know. All the shit of the universe fades. Do you get that?”
“You suck at meaningless fraks, Lee. You know that, right?” but even as she said it she was pulling him down into a heated kiss, biting at his lip and clawing at his shoulder. She paused for a moment, “Good thing I kinda like you, huh?” she asked.
He grinned as he moved in for another kiss and grabbed at a foot, wrapping her leg around his waist and leaving her to dig her heel into the small of his back. Her other foot stayed anchored to the floor as Lee pinned his hands down beside her head and pressed up against her. His cock bumped clumsily against her thigh a couple times before Kara muttered something about missing the goal and reached down between them to guide him into her.
There. Right frakking there. More satisfying than catching any trap, harder and faster than any kill and rougher than any close call. Completely lacking in reprieve. There wasn’t a moment that he was inside of Kara that he didn’t think he’d mastered the art of dying and living in the same moment. His heart ground to a halt, then sped up to double time. His mind went blank, only interrupted by the vaguest notion that he had to see it through until he felt Kara coming around him. Until he felt her slip into his chest and take a hold, sliding down, down, and forcing him to lose everything. Of course she’d always been deep in his chest. Even when she wasn’t around.
He moved in her and felt her body roll against his, her breasts crushing against his chest as her hands left his shoulders to pass over her face and grip at her own hair. She gave a small and wordless cry and writhed beneath him, beyond knowing just what to do with her body. Apparently, Kara was right frakking there too. He rocked his hips a little more gently, trying to find a rhythm she could buy into, but it didn’t work so he gave up the challenge and settled for just frakking her hard against the court.
That was enough for Kara, her hands dropped back to his shoulder as she cried her release into the open space. The scream morphed into a groan and shattered into a series of ragged breaths, Lee tried to form his mouth around a “shhhh” sound but it didn’t happen. He merely dropped his forehead to hers and came with a few staggered strokes, the foot in the small of his back pressed him closer still as she milked him for all he was worth.
They stayed there for a while, Lee shrinking from her body and Kara trying to catch her breath. It took a handful of minutes for their brains to reengage and Kara started to chuckle softly.
“What?” Lee managed to croak as he shifted to look down at her.
She grinned slowly, “He shoots. He scores.”