Fic: No Way Out
Title: No Way Out
Pairing: Kara/Helo
Rating: R
Word Count: ~650
Summary: In Kara's apartment, Helo learns what's become of their squadron and they find comfort together. Originally written for bsg_kink!
No Way Out
It’s not until they’ve slept, and woken, and scrounged around her apartment for food that Helo gets around to asking. “So how’s the rest of the squadron dealing? Dipper keeping them in line?”
Kara turns toward him slowly, her eyes wide.
“Oh,” Karl says, looking at her face. He closes his eyes for a moment, then steps closer and wraps his arms around her.
Kara shakes her head against his chest. “It was right at the beginning. During the first attacks. We--we lost the whole squadron.”
He stifles a sob against her hair. This whole time, he’s faced his mom and brothers being gone, but this other family, too--it’s too much.
Kara pulls away from his arms. “You need a shower,” she says, but there’s gentleness beneath the words.
Helo shrugs. “Think there’s water in the tank?”
She arches an eyebrow thoughtfully, then heads toward the bathroom. Helo follows her, watches her face transform with glee as she turns the dial and water flows. He quickly darts by her, plugging the drain. “There may not be much but at least you can bathe,” he explains when she looks at him.
“Sounds good.” Kara starts to shrug off her jacket, then winces in pain.
“Here.” Helo tugs it off, frowning at the bruises mottling her arm. It takes both of them to get the rest of Kara’s clothes off as the tub fills with water. Somewhere a gas line is still active, because it’s nearly steaming. He fights back jealousy as he turns to leave.
“Karl.” When he turns back, Kara’s standing naked, streaked with blood and dirt, her eyes more haunted than he’s seen in years. “Stay?”
He nods, then sheds his clothes and sinks into the bliss of the hot water. Kara grins at his moan of pleasure and steps in after him, settling with her back against his chest. For a while they simply sit, the water warming them through, easing all the strain of the last days.
Kara shifts against him, humming with pleasure, and Helo presses a kiss to her temple. He reaches up to a ledge for a bar of soap and a washcloth and starts to clean her. He can feel Kara flinch when he passes over her bruises, but she doesn’t say anything.
As he finishes, she takes the cloth and twists in his arms, smirking when Helo’s eyes drop immediately to her breasts. Kara washes his face, and shoulders, and chest, and then she straddles his lap, tugging him forward so she can soap his back. Helo wraps his arms around her and holds on. She hugs back for a minute, then presses her lips to his jaw. It’s not quite as sweet as his kiss a few minutes ago, and quickly her mouth finds his earlobe, his cheekbone, his chin. Then they’re kissing and it’s raw and sad and somehow in spite of everything he’s so incredibly happy she’s still alive.
Water splashes out of the tub and onto the floor as they reach for each other, stroking and groping until finally Helo aligns their bodies and thrusts up into her. Kara gasps at the sensation and he grins, kisses her open mouth.
She arches above him, riding his cock, and Helo gives into it, moving with her, forgetting all the rest of the world around them for just a little while. They’ve known each other’s bodies long enough to be good at this, and they frak until the water remaining in the tub is tepid around them and they’re completely sated.
Helo lies on his back in the inch or two of water, one leg hooked over the side of the tub, Kara nearly dry on his chest. She gives a laugh, or maybe a sob, and presses one last kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” she murmurs, to him or to the Gods he doesn’t know.
Karl wraps his arms around her again. “Stay,” he says, and for a while longer, she does.
Pairing: Kara/Helo
Rating: R
Word Count: ~650
Summary: In Kara's apartment, Helo learns what's become of their squadron and they find comfort together. Originally written for bsg_kink!
No Way Out
It’s not until they’ve slept, and woken, and scrounged around her apartment for food that Helo gets around to asking. “So how’s the rest of the squadron dealing? Dipper keeping them in line?”
Kara turns toward him slowly, her eyes wide.
“Oh,” Karl says, looking at her face. He closes his eyes for a moment, then steps closer and wraps his arms around her.
Kara shakes her head against his chest. “It was right at the beginning. During the first attacks. We--we lost the whole squadron.”
He stifles a sob against her hair. This whole time, he’s faced his mom and brothers being gone, but this other family, too--it’s too much.
Kara pulls away from his arms. “You need a shower,” she says, but there’s gentleness beneath the words.
Helo shrugs. “Think there’s water in the tank?”
She arches an eyebrow thoughtfully, then heads toward the bathroom. Helo follows her, watches her face transform with glee as she turns the dial and water flows. He quickly darts by her, plugging the drain. “There may not be much but at least you can bathe,” he explains when she looks at him.
“Sounds good.” Kara starts to shrug off her jacket, then winces in pain.
“Here.” Helo tugs it off, frowning at the bruises mottling her arm. It takes both of them to get the rest of Kara’s clothes off as the tub fills with water. Somewhere a gas line is still active, because it’s nearly steaming. He fights back jealousy as he turns to leave.
“Karl.” When he turns back, Kara’s standing naked, streaked with blood and dirt, her eyes more haunted than he’s seen in years. “Stay?”
He nods, then sheds his clothes and sinks into the bliss of the hot water. Kara grins at his moan of pleasure and steps in after him, settling with her back against his chest. For a while they simply sit, the water warming them through, easing all the strain of the last days.
Kara shifts against him, humming with pleasure, and Helo presses a kiss to her temple. He reaches up to a ledge for a bar of soap and a washcloth and starts to clean her. He can feel Kara flinch when he passes over her bruises, but she doesn’t say anything.
As he finishes, she takes the cloth and twists in his arms, smirking when Helo’s eyes drop immediately to her breasts. Kara washes his face, and shoulders, and chest, and then she straddles his lap, tugging him forward so she can soap his back. Helo wraps his arms around her and holds on. She hugs back for a minute, then presses her lips to his jaw. It’s not quite as sweet as his kiss a few minutes ago, and quickly her mouth finds his earlobe, his cheekbone, his chin. Then they’re kissing and it’s raw and sad and somehow in spite of everything he’s so incredibly happy she’s still alive.
Water splashes out of the tub and onto the floor as they reach for each other, stroking and groping until finally Helo aligns their bodies and thrusts up into her. Kara gasps at the sensation and he grins, kisses her open mouth.
She arches above him, riding his cock, and Helo gives into it, moving with her, forgetting all the rest of the world around them for just a little while. They’ve known each other’s bodies long enough to be good at this, and they frak until the water remaining in the tub is tepid around them and they’re completely sated.
Helo lies on his back in the inch or two of water, one leg hooked over the side of the tub, Kara nearly dry on his chest. She gives a laugh, or maybe a sob, and presses one last kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” she murmurs, to him or to the Gods he doesn’t know.
Karl wraps his arms around her again. “Stay,” he says, and for a while longer, she does.