FIC - Nightmare,[NC-17], L/K, 3/3.
She has been painting. Concentric circles in bright, primary colors. Vibrating, pulsating, hypnotizing circles, consuming her. The only way to break free is to hurl buckets of paint all over the wall. She does. From where did she get all that paint? It slides down the wall, and she is giddy with relief. She is spattered with paint, as is he. He is not happy. He wants her to keep painting her circles. He spins her around and slams her into the wall. Brings her hands above her head and leans in. His face is blurry. Suddenly she is hot all over. His face hovers above hers, fractions of an inch away.
She can feel the paint running down the wall behind her, permeating her hair, soaking her tanks. She wants to feel his hands on her, his mouth, his body pressed to hers. She wants to transfer all that paint to his body. He leans in, pressing his lips to hers, his hips to hers, and the next thing she knows, she is on the floor, her clothes gone as are his, and he is over her, pounding into her, and all she can do is hold on. She keeps her eyes closely shut, tries not to come yet. Has she ever felt this much?
Behind her eyelids, the colors swirl. Forming those circles all over again. She opens her eyes with a gasp. Staring right into his. His eyes are also concentric circles. Dilated pupils surrounded by blue irises. All she is aware of are the frakking circles, and his body on top of hers, and she has never been this hot before. His body inside hers, sensations rippling out from her core, also in concentric circles, like rings on water, only that image is too… weak, when she feels more than she’s ever done in her whole life.
Then his eyes change. Pale blue gradually turns brighter. She’s awake and asleep at the same time. In that instant she knows everything about everything, all seems clear. She remembers her nightmare, and how someone calmed her. Lee. Lee soothed her. She also remembers her other dream. A flood of warmth rushes through her.
”Lee...”
Her voice is gravely, deep. How can such a short word convey so many emotions?
His hand is on the inside of her thigh. Only his thumb moves, drawing circles on her heated skin. Her gaze is locked in his.
Time is suspended. Her heart beats rapidly, and yet each beat lasts so long. A multitude of contractions in no time at all, drawn out over endless eons.
“You were dreaming, Kara”, he whispers. His voice resonates through her. She can feel it vibrating inside her. “Before. You had a nightmare.” She nods, almost imperceptibly. His hand is still moving on her thigh. She marvels at the feeling.
“But it’s not a nightmare anymore, is it?” he adds after a short pause. His voice is a little deeper now, rumbling, filling her. “You’re dreaming something else this time.”
“Kara? What were you dreaming?”
She lifts her hand. It’s heavy, and it feels like moving in slow motion. She puts it on top of his wrist, and lets gravity do the work. She just relaxes her arm. The weight of it pulls his hand downwards, excruciatingly slowly. When his hand comes to rest at the base of her thigh, she draws a shuddering breath. He moves his thumb again, brushes it along the edge of her panties. She swallows a moan, but closes her eyes and can’t help flexing her hips a bit. His breath rushes out, he has been holding it since he asked. How could he do that, hold his breath so long? It’s already an infinity since then.
“Kara…” Lee leans close, bending over her. His eyes are bluer than ever, electric. They glow, in the dim light they become beacons, guiding her. She lifts her hand from his wrist. His thumb strokes the skin at the juncture of her thigh once more and then he slides his hand over her hip to her waist. His knee settles over hers. Her skin is burning where they touch. His breath feathers over her lips. Her pulse is racing, her nerves are assailed with impulses, she feels as if she’ll burst out of her skin, overwhelmed by all emotions swirling inside. She can feel the need coiling in her womb.
Slowly he lowers his head, watching for her reaction. He touches his nose to hers, waiting. She parts her lips. He will kiss her, and nothing ever felt this right. Then his lips touch hers. Their mouths are open, their breaths melding. He holds still at first. When she doesn’t withdraw, he closes his eyes and deepens the kiss. His tongue traces her lower lip and she whimpers. That elicits a groan from him and his tongue starts playing with hers. Heat rushes through her, pooling between her legs. She pushes her knee further under his, increasing the area of their skin meeting. He moves on top of her, rests between her legs. His hand moves at her waist, gliding over her flat stomach. She can feel him, hot and hard against her thigh, where his hand was earlier.
His lips move to her neck, nibbling. She shudders and moves her hands along his arms, up to his shoulders, his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her arms and hands feel heavy, sluggish. His hand caresses her tummy, her ribcage, slides along her skin underneath her tanks to her breast. She’s not wearing her bra, usually doesn’t if she’s just going to sleep after showering. His hand stops just below for a moment, then his thumb brushes the underside of her breast. She gasps, arches into his chest. He growls and claims her mouth again. He fills his palm with her breast and she has to force herself to remember breathing. Her nipple is contracted to the point of pain, overly sensitive, as his fingers play with it. She bunches his tanks in her hands, wants to feel his skin next to hers, his chest against hers. He helps her drag them over his head, then he reaches for her tanks and strips her quickly before kissing her again. He leans down, melding his torso to her but keeping most of his weight on his elbows.
Her hips flex, he shifts to meet her. She spreads her legs a little wider, allowing him access. He presses his hips down on hers, aligned just right, and she moans, her breath even faster. She has been on the edge since she woke up. She explores his back, his arms, his chest, her hands roaming and she can’t get enough. Lee kisses down her neck, sucks lightly at her pulse, nibbles along her collarbone. His hand travels the distance from her chest to her hips, then delves inside her briefs. She is melting. She can hear herself make strange keening noices as he touches her. He shudders against her and whispers her name, his voice is hoarse to the point of breaking. He kisses her again. Somehow they manage to remove their underwear without breaking the kiss. Then he is inside her. They both gasp as he is sliding home. She closes her eyes and is lost in his scent. Colors swirl behind her eyelids and she breaks, shuddering against him. It’s too intense. She keeps her eyes tightly shut, her arms fiercly hugging his shoulders, her face pressed into the crook of his neck. Holding on to him. Holding on, so that she won’t get lost in this swirling storm of emotions. Lee moves against her, slowly at first, then faster. She is hot, wet, tight, and she pulses around him, and then he breaks too.
Afterwards, he keeps kissing her, murmuring sweet words against her temple. So close. Kara shifts. This isn’t her. She doesn’t know what’s happening. Starbuck fraks. This is not frakking. This is too… tender. She is confused. She tries to muster up some energy, tries to grasp Starbuck, who is there somewhere inside her. She just doesn’t know where right now. Lee rolls off her, to her side, gathers her close. His hands keep caressing her body. His fingers gravitate to her scars, tracing them.
“What happened, Kara?” His eyes are deep, concerned. “What did they do to you?” She can see so many feelings in his face. Worry, fondness, concern, something warm she can’t define, even anger. She’s not sure if it’s directed at what happened on Caprica or at her, for not telling him, or both.
“No. Not yet.” She shies away from the memories, blocking them out. Starbuck would have said something flippant, joking it all away, or lashed out at him. But no Starbuck tonight. She is tired, still dazed, it’s almost as if she’s still somewhere between sleep and awake, or both at once. He looks as if he wants to press the issue, but then he acquiesces and tucks her closer to him.
They lie together, close. Breathing in sync. One entity.
She can’t let go of that dream. It is fading, she doesn’t remember the details anymore. Just the paint. And circles, and pale blue eyes. She remembers them, but can’t really place them. A vague unease spreads inside her. She determinedly turns off those thoughts and turns towards Lee again. Buries her nose in his neck and concentrates on him. His smell. So familiar, so... secure. His arm tightens around her, his hand splayed on her back.
She sleeps.
She can feel the paint running down the wall behind her, permeating her hair, soaking her tanks. She wants to feel his hands on her, his mouth, his body pressed to hers. She wants to transfer all that paint to his body. He leans in, pressing his lips to hers, his hips to hers, and the next thing she knows, she is on the floor, her clothes gone as are his, and he is over her, pounding into her, and all she can do is hold on. She keeps her eyes closely shut, tries not to come yet. Has she ever felt this much?
Behind her eyelids, the colors swirl. Forming those circles all over again. She opens her eyes with a gasp. Staring right into his. His eyes are also concentric circles. Dilated pupils surrounded by blue irises. All she is aware of are the frakking circles, and his body on top of hers, and she has never been this hot before. His body inside hers, sensations rippling out from her core, also in concentric circles, like rings on water, only that image is too… weak, when she feels more than she’s ever done in her whole life.
Then his eyes change. Pale blue gradually turns brighter. She’s awake and asleep at the same time. In that instant she knows everything about everything, all seems clear. She remembers her nightmare, and how someone calmed her. Lee. Lee soothed her. She also remembers her other dream. A flood of warmth rushes through her.
”Lee...”
Her voice is gravely, deep. How can such a short word convey so many emotions?
His hand is on the inside of her thigh. Only his thumb moves, drawing circles on her heated skin. Her gaze is locked in his.
Time is suspended. Her heart beats rapidly, and yet each beat lasts so long. A multitude of contractions in no time at all, drawn out over endless eons.
“You were dreaming, Kara”, he whispers. His voice resonates through her. She can feel it vibrating inside her. “Before. You had a nightmare.” She nods, almost imperceptibly. His hand is still moving on her thigh. She marvels at the feeling.
“But it’s not a nightmare anymore, is it?” he adds after a short pause. His voice is a little deeper now, rumbling, filling her. “You’re dreaming something else this time.”
“Kara? What were you dreaming?”
She lifts her hand. It’s heavy, and it feels like moving in slow motion. She puts it on top of his wrist, and lets gravity do the work. She just relaxes her arm. The weight of it pulls his hand downwards, excruciatingly slowly. When his hand comes to rest at the base of her thigh, she draws a shuddering breath. He moves his thumb again, brushes it along the edge of her panties. She swallows a moan, but closes her eyes and can’t help flexing her hips a bit. His breath rushes out, he has been holding it since he asked. How could he do that, hold his breath so long? It’s already an infinity since then.
“Kara…” Lee leans close, bending over her. His eyes are bluer than ever, electric. They glow, in the dim light they become beacons, guiding her. She lifts her hand from his wrist. His thumb strokes the skin at the juncture of her thigh once more and then he slides his hand over her hip to her waist. His knee settles over hers. Her skin is burning where they touch. His breath feathers over her lips. Her pulse is racing, her nerves are assailed with impulses, she feels as if she’ll burst out of her skin, overwhelmed by all emotions swirling inside. She can feel the need coiling in her womb.
Slowly he lowers his head, watching for her reaction. He touches his nose to hers, waiting. She parts her lips. He will kiss her, and nothing ever felt this right. Then his lips touch hers. Their mouths are open, their breaths melding. He holds still at first. When she doesn’t withdraw, he closes his eyes and deepens the kiss. His tongue traces her lower lip and she whimpers. That elicits a groan from him and his tongue starts playing with hers. Heat rushes through her, pooling between her legs. She pushes her knee further under his, increasing the area of their skin meeting. He moves on top of her, rests between her legs. His hand moves at her waist, gliding over her flat stomach. She can feel him, hot and hard against her thigh, where his hand was earlier.
His lips move to her neck, nibbling. She shudders and moves her hands along his arms, up to his shoulders, his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her arms and hands feel heavy, sluggish. His hand caresses her tummy, her ribcage, slides along her skin underneath her tanks to her breast. She’s not wearing her bra, usually doesn’t if she’s just going to sleep after showering. His hand stops just below for a moment, then his thumb brushes the underside of her breast. She gasps, arches into his chest. He growls and claims her mouth again. He fills his palm with her breast and she has to force herself to remember breathing. Her nipple is contracted to the point of pain, overly sensitive, as his fingers play with it. She bunches his tanks in her hands, wants to feel his skin next to hers, his chest against hers. He helps her drag them over his head, then he reaches for her tanks and strips her quickly before kissing her again. He leans down, melding his torso to her but keeping most of his weight on his elbows.
Her hips flex, he shifts to meet her. She spreads her legs a little wider, allowing him access. He presses his hips down on hers, aligned just right, and she moans, her breath even faster. She has been on the edge since she woke up. She explores his back, his arms, his chest, her hands roaming and she can’t get enough. Lee kisses down her neck, sucks lightly at her pulse, nibbles along her collarbone. His hand travels the distance from her chest to her hips, then delves inside her briefs. She is melting. She can hear herself make strange keening noices as he touches her. He shudders against her and whispers her name, his voice is hoarse to the point of breaking. He kisses her again. Somehow they manage to remove their underwear without breaking the kiss. Then he is inside her. They both gasp as he is sliding home. She closes her eyes and is lost in his scent. Colors swirl behind her eyelids and she breaks, shuddering against him. It’s too intense. She keeps her eyes tightly shut, her arms fiercly hugging his shoulders, her face pressed into the crook of his neck. Holding on to him. Holding on, so that she won’t get lost in this swirling storm of emotions. Lee moves against her, slowly at first, then faster. She is hot, wet, tight, and she pulses around him, and then he breaks too.
Afterwards, he keeps kissing her, murmuring sweet words against her temple. So close. Kara shifts. This isn’t her. She doesn’t know what’s happening. Starbuck fraks. This is not frakking. This is too… tender. She is confused. She tries to muster up some energy, tries to grasp Starbuck, who is there somewhere inside her. She just doesn’t know where right now. Lee rolls off her, to her side, gathers her close. His hands keep caressing her body. His fingers gravitate to her scars, tracing them.
“What happened, Kara?” His eyes are deep, concerned. “What did they do to you?” She can see so many feelings in his face. Worry, fondness, concern, something warm she can’t define, even anger. She’s not sure if it’s directed at what happened on Caprica or at her, for not telling him, or both.
“No. Not yet.” She shies away from the memories, blocking them out. Starbuck would have said something flippant, joking it all away, or lashed out at him. But no Starbuck tonight. She is tired, still dazed, it’s almost as if she’s still somewhere between sleep and awake, or both at once. He looks as if he wants to press the issue, but then he acquiesces and tucks her closer to him.
They lie together, close. Breathing in sync. One entity.
She can’t let go of that dream. It is fading, she doesn’t remember the details anymore. Just the paint. And circles, and pale blue eyes. She remembers them, but can’t really place them. A vague unease spreads inside her. She determinedly turns off those thoughts and turns towards Lee again. Buries her nose in his neck and concentrates on him. His smell. So familiar, so... secure. His arm tightens around her, his hand splayed on her back.
She sleeps.