Never Knew (2/2)
Title: Never Knew
Pairing: Lee/Kara
Rating: R
A/N: This started as comment!fic and grew. Thanks kag523 for reading this through. <3
Disclaimers: Not for profit, just for fun. These characters aren't mine.
Kara hadn’t eaten since they arrived on the planet, and Jean told her about Sam. So the two bottles of mystery alcohol and the radiation sickness had her stomach doing double flips the next morning. She needed something to do or she was going to runaway from it all again. She didn’t know if she could some back a second time. The sun, the trees, the deathly silences called to her. Acting as an example to the resistance fighters she had fought so dearly to rescue seemed the better thing to do. Better than forgetting her anti-radiation meds and wandering towards passive suicide.
The black top was a buzz with activity as the resistance fighters from the other colonies packed the Capricans and any useable supplies onto their ships. Kara took a slow, deep breath and jumped into the fray. Maybe she could work the grief out of her system. Maybe she could work so hard that she would be hungry. Maybe she could work until she was so tired that she could sleep without dreams or comfort.
So she organized people, lifted crates of food found in bomb shelters, tried to find meaning in mindlessness. Kara nibbled at something for dinner. Helo smiled approvingly, but her few bites fell with a thud to the uneasy pit that was her stomach. If Lee had been the one eating with her, it might have been different. She would have eaten more for Lee, tried to race him to the bottom of the bowl or let him cow her into finishing to avoid his worried scowl. Helo smiled again, and Kara thought she might smack him of the bench where they ate.
Lee. His story about Iphigenia mumbled in the dark came back to her. She leaned against the Libran freight ship and watched the refugees working under the glaring lights of the tarmac. They were being swept away by someone. Her? Artemis? The last raptor to the Pegasus was waiting for her so sweaty and worn from nearly 20 hours of work Kara tumbled into the small craft.
Once on the Pegasus again, she found the corridors winding, spiraling out of control. It had been easier last night when she was drunk. She found her way to the hatch to Lee’s quarters. She couldn’t go in. There was a bunk waiting for her if she could remember where it was.
But she didn’t move. She traced her fingers down the door, gently as thought the steel was his face. Lee. Her knees gave way beneath her, and she crumpled to the deck, passing out against the cool metal of the hatch.
*** *** ***
Lee awoke with a start in the pitch black of the commander’s quarters. His first thought was that he needed to find Kara. That she hadn’t come back the planet. That she was attached to one of breeding machines in the Farm swelled with child and dying. Shaking off what he knew was only a bad dream, he slipped into the private head and splashed some water on his face.
Instead of returning to his bunk, Lee headed across the larger part of the room. He swore he could hear someone on the other side of the hatch. Breathing. He heard quiet, steady breathing.
He unsealed the hatch and eased it open. Kara slumped forward as the door moved. He wondered how long she’s been asleep there. His head tilted down, sympathy poured off. He bent down and pulled her up from the cold decking. Lee deposited Kara on the couch, pulling the blanket left from the night before over her sleeping form.
*** *** ***
Kara watched Lee asleep in the middle of his double bunk. She squinted at his silhouette for a moment before swinging her legs off the couch and touching her feet to the floor. She still wore her boots, her fatigues so she stripped down to her tanks and underwear before padding across the expanse of the dark room to the private head. Lucky bastard, she growled to herself.
Until she started past Lee’s bunk. His even breathing filled everything around her.
She couldn’t believe that he agreed to go on this mission. It had cost him Dualla. Kara could still see dark hair framing her clenched jaw and narrowed, angry eyes as Lee walked away from Dee on the Galactica’s flight deck. As he walked towards that raptor that would take him with her back to the Pegasus. So she could rescue Sam. Who was dead anyway.
Her feet faltered. Sam was dead. They hadn’t made it back in time. Her stomach clenched and she fell the rest of the way into the head. Her grief, day long drunk and radiation sickness followed by too much work and too little food emptied her stomach of its bile. For a moment she thought she was going to cry, but her eyes remained frustratingly dry.
When she came out of the head, she crawled into Lee’s bunk. He looked so calm. One muscled arm was over the blanket. Suddenly the idea of being in those arms seemed so inviting. She needed his reassurance. He would keep her safe.
“Hey,” he greeted her sleepily. “You ok?”
She shook her head and snuggled into his arms, worming her face into the crook of his neck. The warmth, the heady scent of his skin, took her away her horror. Her lips opened against his pulse. Her mouth gently sucked. Her tongue lapped. She relaxed. She didn’t feel Lee tensing.
“Kara. Kara,” Lee whipped his head and shoulders away from her. His body followed. Kara jerked back the other way. She eyes shocked open. Her teeth dropped down over her lip and began to chew.
“I’m not going to be someone else for you.” He was firm, not angry, but his words cut deep into her already bleeding soul. His eyes glinted bright blue in the low light of the sleeping area.
All she could think was that this was Lee. Her Lee. She wanted to tell him, but her mouth was suddenly so dry. Nothing came out.
“I’m not going to be someone else for you.”
“No,” she gasped. “Just Lee.” She tired to reach out for him, but her hand held up short of his skin.
“Yeah, just Lee,” he repeated. “Good ol’ Lee.”
Her heart, her whole being sank. She fell skittering out of the bunk. Clamoring back to her feet, she bumped into the wall before spinning and dashing back to the couch. “No. No, not just, only. Only Lee. Mine. My Lee.” She spoke too low, too breathless for him to hear.
*** *** ***
All four ships left the next day right on schedule. No cylons in sight. The suspense that had faded while there was work to be done came crashing back in the silent vacuum of space. Everyone jumped at the least DRADIS blip.
At first Kara mingled with the resistance fighters. Until she realized that she kept thinking that she was looking for Sam at every turn. She thought she saw him talking to Jean. She thought he was eating with the leader of the refugees from Libran. She thought she heard him calling to her from across the flight deck.
It was Helo calling to her, reminding her of the duties she was shirking. It was Jean and the leader of the group from Libran eating and sharing war stories. Kara sank away from the rescued fighters as well as the rest of the Pegasus crew.
The only person she really wanted to not talk to but be with, maybe, was Lee.
Kara was certain after the last night orbiting Carpica, he didn’t want anything to do with her. If she was really important Lee, he would be trying to help her, not hiding behind his duty as the commander. So Kara sulked off to be alone.
*** *** ***
Lee had requested regularly scheduled CAPs to give the pilots something to do and the resistance a sense that the fleet was doing something for them. Helo made up one CAP schedule with Kara on it for Lee and another without Kara for everyone else. He was XO. He signed off on the schedules.
“Why isn’t Kara flying?” Lee asked on their fourth day headed back to the rendezvous coordinates. “She’s not doing the schedules or the briefings either, is she?”
Helo didn’t answer at first. He continued shuffling papers across the ready room table before looking up, “Is that a problem?”
“Just making sure. She’s not alright.”
“No.” It was a simple enough word for Helo to say until he saw the way it effected his commander. Lee looked to have been punched in the stomach before he spun out of the room, slamming the hatch behind him.
*** *** ***
Lee hadn’t seen Kara except in passing since they left Caprica. He had intentionally not sought her out, let Helo take care of her, and he couldn’t quite put a finger on why. He wanted it to be about Sam, about jealousy, about grief.
Then he spied Sharon through the open hatchway to the rec room. The room was empty except for the cylon. She didn’t even seem to notice, and Lee wondered if she had watched the room clear as she entered. He had seen it. The pilots of the Pegasus were more accepting than much of the rest of the crew, but Sharon was not going to be making friends anytime soon.
Instead of continuing down the corridor to the CAG’s office, Lee sat down with Sharon. “Coffee any good?” he asked.
“No. It’s awful.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead,” she nodded.
“If you had known how much it would hurt to follow your heart, to be here, doing the right thing, would you have still done it?” Lee couldn’t even look at her while he spoke. She was too warm. Her eyes too bright. Her teeth too perfect. He couldn’t bear himself to something so real and yet so fake that he stared into the bulkhead across from him.
“Yes.” She answered so quickly that it caught him off guard. She should have had to think at least for a moment that kind of a question. He wondered if that was his real problem. That he had to think at all.
“Yes.” He stood up from the table and took a cup of gut rotting coffee with him as he left.
*** *** ***
So it was Sharon who went to Kara first. She hadn’t stopped thinking about the question that the Commander, Lee, asked. It made her think of Kara. Or maybe she thought of Starbuck because she was one of the few members of the crew who was really friendly with her. Or maybe because Sharon knew Helo was worried about his friend.
The CAGs office reeked of stale alcohol breath and possibly BO. Sharon found Starbuck sprawled out on the bunk with a dazed expression across her face. Her eyes half focused on the ceiling. Her hands limp, one arm hanging off the side of the bed. It might have been grief once, but now it looked like defeat.
When Sharon continued to go unacknowledged in the open hatch, the cylon backed away closing the door behind her.
*** *** ***
They were a day out from the rendezvous, and Kara hadn’t appeared outside the CAGs office since the first jump from Caprica. Putting on his best commander guise, Lee marched down to the corridor and swung open the hatch. Sharon had been right about the smell. It nearly made his eyes water as he entered.
In the lapse since Sharon had visited, Kara had done some redecorating. The desk was over turned in the far corner, the chair stacked askew on top of it, and her mattress was laid out in the middle of the floor. Kara was passed out on the hard surface of the bunk face down in her pillow. He sighed at her inept attempt at destroying the room.
“Kara,” Lee whispered as he sat down next to her. The bunk creaked. Kara didn’t move. He ran his hand over her hair. It was loose, getting longer. He thought he should decide if he like it better longer or shorter. Either way it needed to be washed. “Kara?”
She whimpered as though she had fallen asleep mid sob and turned her face away from him. “Go away, Lee.”
“No.”
“You were right. No you and me. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s not what I said. Not what I meant, Kara. And you’re not going to hurt me.”
“No, dead guys are safer. Already dead.”
“Come on, Kara. You already tried shooting me. It didn’t work. So I’m not going to leave, and I’m not going to stop loving you.”
She was quiet for a long time like she had fallen back to sleep. Lee stayed, stroking her head. Then, slowly, she was crawling up his body until her breath was hot on his face. The rank taste sent shudders down his spine, but he didn’t move. Didn’t even blink as she pulled herself into his lap and ran a hand down his face.
He let shivers from skin touching skin over take him.
This time he heard her when she whispered, “My Lee. Only Lee,” as she kissed him.
With an aching pace, she undid his buttons, pushed his jacket off his shoulder. Lee answered by inching her tanks and bra up over her head then dipped his head to lave and suck each nipple in turn. Her echoing moans sent shockwaves through him. Sent blood pumping hard and fast, building to a torturous level.
He threw them to the floor. Clothes ripped away. Speed and desire replaced creeping tension. Kara wrapped her legs around Lee’s hips and pulled him down to rest snug between her legs. She cooed his name and mine and only as he slid inside her, wet and warm and wanting.
The golden green of her eyes mesmerized him. Lee fell into her rhythm then over took her. First slow and decadent. Then hard and deep. He chanted her name in reply as he leaned over her.
His voice caught and his hips slammed. Her face said yours as she came with him. Yours, her nails breaking his skin. Yours, her heart beating in time with his.
He held her tight and naked, sprawled out on the mattress on the floor. He clung to her, legs twined and bodies pressed together.
Yours.
“You should go.” Her words were cold, sharp, out of nowhere. She flipped away from him, out of his arms. He could feel her staring at the wall. Like he had already gone.
The lump was already lodged in his throat as he crawled off the mattress, pulled back on his uniform. Lee wanted to kiss her good-night. He wanted to move her back to the bunk. He wanted to stay.
The fresh air out side the stale CAGs quarters overwhelmed him. He gasped for his breath. Balancing himself on the bulkhead, Lee gathered himself and staggered back to his quarters. He wished he were drunk to cover his wobbling legs and spinning head. But it was just Kara shoving and him stumbling away.
He thought about having a drink or seven when he arrived back in his quarters. Lee stood staring at the bottles on the shelf. It wasn’t moonshine. It wouldn’t taste like Kara.
He crawled into his bed. Feeling nothing but alone. Closed his eyes. So he’d stop seeing her face gasping as she came. Tried to sleep. Knowing she wasn’t sleeping either.
Yours, he thought. Yours.
*** *** ***
*** *** ***
Kara could actually feel him staring at the smirk on her face until something, someone moved at the end of the hall. Causing Lee to blink. His elbow bent as though he meant to push off the wall and spring away from her, bringing him inches from her face. Kara didn’t move just glared back at him.
“I’m not being like anything, Kara. I don’t even know what’s going on.”
Feeling pinned against the wall, Kara thrashed her shoulders. They banged out and bounced back again. Lee didn’t move. Flight raged heavy in her veins ready to lash out at him, so ready to lash out. Yet she only banged and bounced back once more.
His breath was hot against her mouth. Slowly his breath over took her panic, drawing it all the way from her bones. Until desire rippled through her skin. Fear and need grappled and caught preventing her from speaking, arguing, fighting. So she waited. She could hold out longer. Longer then Lee.
Until he kissed her.
And she let him.
Pairing: Lee/Kara
Rating: R
A/N: This started as comment!fic and grew. Thanks kag523 for reading this through. <3
Disclaimers: Not for profit, just for fun. These characters aren't mine.
Kara hadn’t eaten since they arrived on the planet, and Jean told her about Sam. So the two bottles of mystery alcohol and the radiation sickness had her stomach doing double flips the next morning. She needed something to do or she was going to runaway from it all again. She didn’t know if she could some back a second time. The sun, the trees, the deathly silences called to her. Acting as an example to the resistance fighters she had fought so dearly to rescue seemed the better thing to do. Better than forgetting her anti-radiation meds and wandering towards passive suicide.
The black top was a buzz with activity as the resistance fighters from the other colonies packed the Capricans and any useable supplies onto their ships. Kara took a slow, deep breath and jumped into the fray. Maybe she could work the grief out of her system. Maybe she could work so hard that she would be hungry. Maybe she could work until she was so tired that she could sleep without dreams or comfort.
So she organized people, lifted crates of food found in bomb shelters, tried to find meaning in mindlessness. Kara nibbled at something for dinner. Helo smiled approvingly, but her few bites fell with a thud to the uneasy pit that was her stomach. If Lee had been the one eating with her, it might have been different. She would have eaten more for Lee, tried to race him to the bottom of the bowl or let him cow her into finishing to avoid his worried scowl. Helo smiled again, and Kara thought she might smack him of the bench where they ate.
Lee. His story about Iphigenia mumbled in the dark came back to her. She leaned against the Libran freight ship and watched the refugees working under the glaring lights of the tarmac. They were being swept away by someone. Her? Artemis? The last raptor to the Pegasus was waiting for her so sweaty and worn from nearly 20 hours of work Kara tumbled into the small craft.
Once on the Pegasus again, she found the corridors winding, spiraling out of control. It had been easier last night when she was drunk. She found her way to the hatch to Lee’s quarters. She couldn’t go in. There was a bunk waiting for her if she could remember where it was.
But she didn’t move. She traced her fingers down the door, gently as thought the steel was his face. Lee. Her knees gave way beneath her, and she crumpled to the deck, passing out against the cool metal of the hatch.
*** *** ***
Lee awoke with a start in the pitch black of the commander’s quarters. His first thought was that he needed to find Kara. That she hadn’t come back the planet. That she was attached to one of breeding machines in the Farm swelled with child and dying. Shaking off what he knew was only a bad dream, he slipped into the private head and splashed some water on his face.
Instead of returning to his bunk, Lee headed across the larger part of the room. He swore he could hear someone on the other side of the hatch. Breathing. He heard quiet, steady breathing.
He unsealed the hatch and eased it open. Kara slumped forward as the door moved. He wondered how long she’s been asleep there. His head tilted down, sympathy poured off. He bent down and pulled her up from the cold decking. Lee deposited Kara on the couch, pulling the blanket left from the night before over her sleeping form.
*** *** ***
Kara watched Lee asleep in the middle of his double bunk. She squinted at his silhouette for a moment before swinging her legs off the couch and touching her feet to the floor. She still wore her boots, her fatigues so she stripped down to her tanks and underwear before padding across the expanse of the dark room to the private head. Lucky bastard, she growled to herself.
Until she started past Lee’s bunk. His even breathing filled everything around her.
She couldn’t believe that he agreed to go on this mission. It had cost him Dualla. Kara could still see dark hair framing her clenched jaw and narrowed, angry eyes as Lee walked away from Dee on the Galactica’s flight deck. As he walked towards that raptor that would take him with her back to the Pegasus. So she could rescue Sam. Who was dead anyway.
Her feet faltered. Sam was dead. They hadn’t made it back in time. Her stomach clenched and she fell the rest of the way into the head. Her grief, day long drunk and radiation sickness followed by too much work and too little food emptied her stomach of its bile. For a moment she thought she was going to cry, but her eyes remained frustratingly dry.
When she came out of the head, she crawled into Lee’s bunk. He looked so calm. One muscled arm was over the blanket. Suddenly the idea of being in those arms seemed so inviting. She needed his reassurance. He would keep her safe.
“Hey,” he greeted her sleepily. “You ok?”
She shook her head and snuggled into his arms, worming her face into the crook of his neck. The warmth, the heady scent of his skin, took her away her horror. Her lips opened against his pulse. Her mouth gently sucked. Her tongue lapped. She relaxed. She didn’t feel Lee tensing.
“Kara. Kara,” Lee whipped his head and shoulders away from her. His body followed. Kara jerked back the other way. She eyes shocked open. Her teeth dropped down over her lip and began to chew.
“I’m not going to be someone else for you.” He was firm, not angry, but his words cut deep into her already bleeding soul. His eyes glinted bright blue in the low light of the sleeping area.
All she could think was that this was Lee. Her Lee. She wanted to tell him, but her mouth was suddenly so dry. Nothing came out.
“I’m not going to be someone else for you.”
“No,” she gasped. “Just Lee.” She tired to reach out for him, but her hand held up short of his skin.
“Yeah, just Lee,” he repeated. “Good ol’ Lee.”
Her heart, her whole being sank. She fell skittering out of the bunk. Clamoring back to her feet, she bumped into the wall before spinning and dashing back to the couch. “No. No, not just, only. Only Lee. Mine. My Lee.” She spoke too low, too breathless for him to hear.
*** *** ***
All four ships left the next day right on schedule. No cylons in sight. The suspense that had faded while there was work to be done came crashing back in the silent vacuum of space. Everyone jumped at the least DRADIS blip.
At first Kara mingled with the resistance fighters. Until she realized that she kept thinking that she was looking for Sam at every turn. She thought she saw him talking to Jean. She thought he was eating with the leader of the refugees from Libran. She thought she heard him calling to her from across the flight deck.
It was Helo calling to her, reminding her of the duties she was shirking. It was Jean and the leader of the group from Libran eating and sharing war stories. Kara sank away from the rescued fighters as well as the rest of the Pegasus crew.
The only person she really wanted to not talk to but be with, maybe, was Lee.
Kara was certain after the last night orbiting Carpica, he didn’t want anything to do with her. If she was really important Lee, he would be trying to help her, not hiding behind his duty as the commander. So Kara sulked off to be alone.
*** *** ***
Lee had requested regularly scheduled CAPs to give the pilots something to do and the resistance a sense that the fleet was doing something for them. Helo made up one CAP schedule with Kara on it for Lee and another without Kara for everyone else. He was XO. He signed off on the schedules.
“Why isn’t Kara flying?” Lee asked on their fourth day headed back to the rendezvous coordinates. “She’s not doing the schedules or the briefings either, is she?”
Helo didn’t answer at first. He continued shuffling papers across the ready room table before looking up, “Is that a problem?”
“Just making sure. She’s not alright.”
“No.” It was a simple enough word for Helo to say until he saw the way it effected his commander. Lee looked to have been punched in the stomach before he spun out of the room, slamming the hatch behind him.
*** *** ***
Lee hadn’t seen Kara except in passing since they left Caprica. He had intentionally not sought her out, let Helo take care of her, and he couldn’t quite put a finger on why. He wanted it to be about Sam, about jealousy, about grief.
Then he spied Sharon through the open hatchway to the rec room. The room was empty except for the cylon. She didn’t even seem to notice, and Lee wondered if she had watched the room clear as she entered. He had seen it. The pilots of the Pegasus were more accepting than much of the rest of the crew, but Sharon was not going to be making friends anytime soon.
Instead of continuing down the corridor to the CAG’s office, Lee sat down with Sharon. “Coffee any good?” he asked.
“No. It’s awful.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead,” she nodded.
“If you had known how much it would hurt to follow your heart, to be here, doing the right thing, would you have still done it?” Lee couldn’t even look at her while he spoke. She was too warm. Her eyes too bright. Her teeth too perfect. He couldn’t bear himself to something so real and yet so fake that he stared into the bulkhead across from him.
“Yes.” She answered so quickly that it caught him off guard. She should have had to think at least for a moment that kind of a question. He wondered if that was his real problem. That he had to think at all.
“Yes.” He stood up from the table and took a cup of gut rotting coffee with him as he left.
*** *** ***
So it was Sharon who went to Kara first. She hadn’t stopped thinking about the question that the Commander, Lee, asked. It made her think of Kara. Or maybe she thought of Starbuck because she was one of the few members of the crew who was really friendly with her. Or maybe because Sharon knew Helo was worried about his friend.
The CAGs office reeked of stale alcohol breath and possibly BO. Sharon found Starbuck sprawled out on the bunk with a dazed expression across her face. Her eyes half focused on the ceiling. Her hands limp, one arm hanging off the side of the bed. It might have been grief once, but now it looked like defeat.
When Sharon continued to go unacknowledged in the open hatch, the cylon backed away closing the door behind her.
*** *** ***
They were a day out from the rendezvous, and Kara hadn’t appeared outside the CAGs office since the first jump from Caprica. Putting on his best commander guise, Lee marched down to the corridor and swung open the hatch. Sharon had been right about the smell. It nearly made his eyes water as he entered.
In the lapse since Sharon had visited, Kara had done some redecorating. The desk was over turned in the far corner, the chair stacked askew on top of it, and her mattress was laid out in the middle of the floor. Kara was passed out on the hard surface of the bunk face down in her pillow. He sighed at her inept attempt at destroying the room.
“Kara,” Lee whispered as he sat down next to her. The bunk creaked. Kara didn’t move. He ran his hand over her hair. It was loose, getting longer. He thought he should decide if he like it better longer or shorter. Either way it needed to be washed. “Kara?”
She whimpered as though she had fallen asleep mid sob and turned her face away from him. “Go away, Lee.”
“No.”
“You were right. No you and me. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s not what I said. Not what I meant, Kara. And you’re not going to hurt me.”
“No, dead guys are safer. Already dead.”
“Come on, Kara. You already tried shooting me. It didn’t work. So I’m not going to leave, and I’m not going to stop loving you.”
She was quiet for a long time like she had fallen back to sleep. Lee stayed, stroking her head. Then, slowly, she was crawling up his body until her breath was hot on his face. The rank taste sent shudders down his spine, but he didn’t move. Didn’t even blink as she pulled herself into his lap and ran a hand down his face.
He let shivers from skin touching skin over take him.
This time he heard her when she whispered, “My Lee. Only Lee,” as she kissed him.
With an aching pace, she undid his buttons, pushed his jacket off his shoulder. Lee answered by inching her tanks and bra up over her head then dipped his head to lave and suck each nipple in turn. Her echoing moans sent shockwaves through him. Sent blood pumping hard and fast, building to a torturous level.
He threw them to the floor. Clothes ripped away. Speed and desire replaced creeping tension. Kara wrapped her legs around Lee’s hips and pulled him down to rest snug between her legs. She cooed his name and mine and only as he slid inside her, wet and warm and wanting.
The golden green of her eyes mesmerized him. Lee fell into her rhythm then over took her. First slow and decadent. Then hard and deep. He chanted her name in reply as he leaned over her.
His voice caught and his hips slammed. Her face said yours as she came with him. Yours, her nails breaking his skin. Yours, her heart beating in time with his.
He held her tight and naked, sprawled out on the mattress on the floor. He clung to her, legs twined and bodies pressed together.
Yours.
“You should go.” Her words were cold, sharp, out of nowhere. She flipped away from him, out of his arms. He could feel her staring at the wall. Like he had already gone.
The lump was already lodged in his throat as he crawled off the mattress, pulled back on his uniform. Lee wanted to kiss her good-night. He wanted to move her back to the bunk. He wanted to stay.
The fresh air out side the stale CAGs quarters overwhelmed him. He gasped for his breath. Balancing himself on the bulkhead, Lee gathered himself and staggered back to his quarters. He wished he were drunk to cover his wobbling legs and spinning head. But it was just Kara shoving and him stumbling away.
He thought about having a drink or seven when he arrived back in his quarters. Lee stood staring at the bottles on the shelf. It wasn’t moonshine. It wouldn’t taste like Kara.
He crawled into his bed. Feeling nothing but alone. Closed his eyes. So he’d stop seeing her face gasping as she came. Tried to sleep. Knowing she wasn’t sleeping either.
Yours, he thought. Yours.
*** *** ***
*** *** ***
Kara could actually feel him staring at the smirk on her face until something, someone moved at the end of the hall. Causing Lee to blink. His elbow bent as though he meant to push off the wall and spring away from her, bringing him inches from her face. Kara didn’t move just glared back at him.
“I’m not being like anything, Kara. I don’t even know what’s going on.”
Feeling pinned against the wall, Kara thrashed her shoulders. They banged out and bounced back again. Lee didn’t move. Flight raged heavy in her veins ready to lash out at him, so ready to lash out. Yet she only banged and bounced back once more.
His breath was hot against her mouth. Slowly his breath over took her panic, drawing it all the way from her bones. Until desire rippled through her skin. Fear and need grappled and caught preventing her from speaking, arguing, fighting. So she waited. She could hold out longer. Longer then Lee.
Until he kissed her.
And she let him.