Fic: A new kind of solstice
Title: A new kind of Solstice (a sequel to Rayruz's "Game On")
Disclaimer: I, sadly, own none of it. I'm just happily sitting on it.
Rating: NC-17(a milder NC-17)
Words: Aprx. 3,400
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Summary: Pre-mini AU. Kara's all ready for another Solstice holed up in her barracks room, but Lee has other ideas.
Author's Notes: A sequel to Rayruz's amazing 'Game On'. This doesn't compare at all to that. I'm almost embarrassed to post this. My writing skills are a bit better(I hope), but still mediocre. However, in order to improve, I do need feedback. If anyone could point out where I go wrong it would be great. Thanks!
I wrote this for saholidayflash. It isn't worthy of my terrible writing.
This is not beta'd, due to me still not knowing what to do to ask someone to do that. Can anyone offer any advice...?
Prompts: --getting drunk on spiked Nog
--making cookies and burning them because they get... distracted
Feedback: Very much wanted.(see above)
Kara Thrace was following her nose.
It was an interesting journey, full of olfactory twists and turns, but she was mainly concerned with what lied at the end of it, and that was something that smelled damn good.
She made her way surreptitiously down the stairs, through the main hall, passing snowed-over low windows and piles of stacked chairs and tables, and into the cafeteria.
Not to her surprise, she saw Lee Adama, busying himself behind the waist-high divider between the eating area and kitchen. She ducked back around the corner, still clutching the carton of eggnog she'd nicked earlier. Sipping from it, she peered around to the room beyond. He'd told her he was doing something, and she'd figured him for a guy with those nasty holiday feast inclinations. Kara knew he told her not to come down here, but that damn smell was just too much. Plus, it might give her a chance to talk him out of this nonsense- she'd told him before, she was fine with spending the holidays hiding in her room, with her noodles and hot cocoa. But he had insisted on doing something special. Typical. Looking down at her drink, she slipped a small flask from the small of her back and added a bit more ambrosia to the nog.
After another gulp, Kara shook her head quickly, looking with surprise at the nearly empty carton. That's not good, she thought amusedly, her mind buzzing slightly.
She picked around the vacant tables quietly, across to the galley, putting one hand on top of the divider and vaulting over easily. She landed with a hefty thud, which made Lee turn swiftly. So much for keeping a low profile. "Hey, Cadet! Restricted area," he said with a shake of his finger. The severity of the reprimand was somewhat spoiled by the little grin he had on his lips. "That applies to you too, you know," she murmured, not interested in banter as she approached the big oven in the back of the room.
"Uh-uh, Cadet. Back away." But Kara was already a foot from the colossal thing-it would've taken more energy to retreat then to take a quick peek. So she opened the door-and was immediately washed over with an intoxicating heat and a smell that she could almost taste, that of baking oats and melting chocolate and hot raisins and a dozen other smells she couldn't identify. She sat down on the tiled floor with a hard smacking sound, and just stared into the open oven at the two dozen cookies baking in the center of the hot rack, and inhaled deeply, her hands resting on the door's brushed steel handle, and sipped absently from the spiked nog.
She breathed slowly, afraid she'd somehow use up the amazing aroma; the vanilla, the slight hint of spice; the crisp, homey oats and the rich smell of cheap semi-sweet chocolate. It'd been a long time. Eight years, since she'd eaten a really good cookie. She shook her head. Cookies. Of all the things to be thinking about. It was while Socerata was away on a spree of job-hunting, she and a boy from school she barely knew had sneaked into the house- having escaped daycare- and found a long forgotten cookbook in a reeking bookshelf upstairs. They'd found some of the ingredients, substituted others, but the result was still so very that they'd eaten most of them on the spot. Of course, it didn't escape her mother, and she made sure there was no way they could do it again..but it'd been worth it. So worth it. Her mother would sporadically fix a batch now and again when the odd mood struck her, but she had no hand for cooking, and they were never half as good as that risque pan full.
Kara had forgotten almost completely about sweet things a few years later, having discovered all sorts of squirmish stuff about babies and unnaturally firm penises unnaturally making their way into unnaturally receptive females(and males, but she didn't find out about that till a bit later). Her mother's firm no sex-talk regime, enforced by sharp slaps whenever the words "orgasm" or "sperm" were brought into question, was absolute.
But, Kara had discovered one thing she didn't need her dear mom to ask about, and that was that certain self-prescribed activities felt really, really good. Unfortunately, at the same time these new wonders were discovered, so was the terrible "period". Knowing the word only as a punctuation mark and an arbitrary measure of time, it took her a lot of painful experimentation before she made an uneasy truce with her body.
After a while, she found that "activities" with other bodies, while taking some getting used to, felt even better then the solitary variety. But that was a different story, and Kara was literally jerked back to the present as a pair of arms grasped her shoulders, heaved up, and simultaneously shoved closed the oven door. "Thought I told you not to come down here, Kara," whispered a voice in her ear.
She turned, still blinking out from her little reverie, and saw Lee come into focus, having adopted a fighting stance behind her, fists raised and legs coiled. Ready to defend the kitchen. Those limbs were rather nice looking, she had to admit, admiring the sharp veins, arrayed against his muscles.
He pointed toward the doorway. "Out, Cadet Thrace! Or I shall..." He motioned with a dish towel, as he obviously attempted to compose himself, but his lips were twitching noticeably.
Kara slowly smiled, spreading her arms. "What, you going to tie me up or something? Go for it, Cadet Adama. I could go for some hot stuff." The idea was intriguing enough to her, but seemed to completely dismantle Lee, who's jaw worked for a few seconds, his pretty blue eyes filling with confusion, before turning around and proceeding with the mess on the long counter, hacking at something with rather unnecessarily loud vigor. Now that he wasn't looking, she turned around, opened the oven, and parked herself in front of it defiantly, letting aromas and memories flood her once again. She rested the almost-empty carton by her knee.
* * *
Lee sliced another potato with firm, grim strokes, his jaw set hard. He wanted her to leave. Now, before he made, to be concise, an idiot of himself. He sneaked a glance over his shoulder. She was half inside the damn oven again. He sighed. Those cookies needed to bake. He lingered over her shoulder blades before almost slicing his finger off drew Lee's attention back to the matter at hand; He thought about that as the knife butchered another tuber almost without his consent.
Lee shuffled over to the small stove beside his counter, lifting the pot lid to smell. As he inhaled, he recognized another aroma besides the cranberries-and that was something he was really beginning to regret. Yesterday he had followed Kara around like a puppy, nostrils open wide, catching that unique combination of sweaty, unwashed Kara and the sweet smell of the famed Virgon Desert Rose. Given that Kara was in the room -much to his displeasure- of course she would carry that blasted scent in here. He cleared his throat and blinked, trying to focus on the sauce. His nose twitched, and he slammed the pot lid down hard as his stomach twisted slightly.
He'd been a fool. He'd bought the lotion after smelling the sample and thinking it smelled safe; that it wouldn't do anything to him. But he hadn't counted it mixing with her own natural -if you could call the result of a shower less week natural- odors. He scratched the fold of skin underneath his eye, using the movement as an excuse to turn slightly..She was staring right at him. He gulped, eyes scopeing out her all-too-familiar features, before snapping back to start on the onions.
Was it really the best idea to ignore this? After all, he'd be a fool to pass this up if she felt the same...and he definitely wanted her to. Only one way to tell, he supposed.
* * *
Kara continued staring completely unabashedly at Lee. She'd half-forgotten the cookies by now, preoccupied as she was by Lee's amusingly violent culinary actions. She was also, if she was honest with herself, hoping to catch him checking her out for the third time. Because if, again, she was honest with herself, these little glances were as interesting to her as they probably were to him. Lee was absolutely terrible at hiding his expressions, so, the look on his face each time he turned was obviously some form of positive attraction. And she suspected she looked the same, although she was way better at bluffing then he.
A smile twitched at her lips as he stuck his knife in the cutting board, and attempted to free it without success. She rose, kicked closed the oven door, and strode toward him. Grabbing his arm -sending little tingles up her back- she pushed him away, ignoring his look of horror. Smirking, she grasped the blade by the handle, and jerked upward, immediately releasing it from the wood's grasp. She turned back to him, winking once. Bizarre, wonderful ideas of how their proximity to one another could be resolved flooded through her."Come on, Lee. You can't handle a little knife?"
* * *
"Come on, Lee. You can't handle a little knife?"
Kara started to twirl the blade wildly, inches from his face, a crazy grin plastered on her face. Lee gulped, his eyes fixed on the flashing silver tip. "Careful, Kara!" She laughed and increased velocity. Lee tried to nudge away, but Kara hooked an arm around him, keeping Lee in place. He froze at her touch. Suddenly Kara stopped. She tilted her head slightly, her grin fading. "You want me to be careful, Lee?"
Lee didn't really know what to say, a bit a loss for words after having been nearly hacked to pieces by a beautiful woman. Yes, please, would probably do it. "Yes, please."
"Alright." Kara slowly eased the blade's flat side onto his cheek. "I'll be careful." What the frak was she doing?
Kara traced his cheekbone with the knife's blunt edge, slowly, gracefully sliding to his temple. Then she reached in, closed her eyes, and kissed him. Lee wasn't expecting it, and his eyes stretched wide before fluttering closed at the touch of her lips on his. She bumped his nose slightly with her own before pulling back and staring into his eyes, her mouth slightly open, eyes wide. She seemed to be waiting for his reaction, good or bad. Lee felt the damn knife still on his cheek, and on instinct grabbed her wrist, flicking the blade across the room, where it buried itself deep in the sidewall, quivering. He'd give her a reaction. She stared at him, eyes darkening with either anger or anticipation. He hoped it was the latter, because he wasn't settling for anything less. Goodbye, polite, unselfish, prudish Lee. Time to take what you want.
He strode toward her, grabbing Kara's shoulders and pushing them against the wall, attacking her mouth at the same time. He caught sight of her eyes fluttering closed just as his had a moment previously, before closing his mouth on hers.
Her lips were soft and warm on his, and her hands wrapped themselves around his hips as he roughly caressed her cheeks. Suddenly she opened for him, and he was inside her, her tongue flicking around his mouth with deft expertise as he too ate her, pushing his own tongue in, tasting her, and she tasted good, warm and wet, and he noticed the taste of spiced nog on her slightly pebbly tongue, which slid over his as she twisted her head from side to side, pushing harder in, faster, their tongues entwining with a groan from both of them, tasting each other hard. A little sound emanated from Kara's throat, and Lee could feel it shooting straight to his groin, making hard what was already not exactly soft.
Kara slowly stilled his tongue with hers, brushing over it lightly, the tiny, soft contact somehow far more deeply arousing then their formerly frantic activity. Then she pulled back, and looked over him critically, looking a little dazed. "Who the hell are you and what have you done with Cadet Leland Joseph Adama?", she asked in a slightly breathy whisper.
Good question. Lee's mind was slowly catching up with his body, and his eyes widened, his recent bravado and adrenaline fading into nothing as she leaned in and grabbed him by his lapels, hauling him over to sit on the counter. Lee choked slightly on his shirt, then was thankfully relived of the constraining garment by Kara, who was obviously back in charge. Lee felt his arousal swiftly returning as she ripped off her own tank top, revealing her rather good choice in undergarments-which is to say, none. She straddled his hips, rubbing into his swelling groin as he stroked her breasts gently, softly caressing the soft sides and admiring the small pink nipples which were rapidly swelling as he squeezed them lightly, reliving a sigh from Kara, who looked him with her brown-green eyes with such a singularly sensual ferocity that he couldn't take his eyes off her. She set to work on his pants as he reached up and kissed her again.
Kara stripped off her pants with admirable effecency, and without preamble sank down onto him with a throaty sigh, as Lee groans with the pleasure of it...
* * *
Kara lay astride Lee, panting. That had been good. Really good. She raised her head and looked at him. His mouth was open, his neck muscles straining as he gulped in air, his head flat against the cupboard above their counter. She took her palms from grasping the edge of the wall cornice, and placed them on Lee's sweaty chest, pulling upwards and off him with a small moan as he slid out. She straddled his lap and rested for a minute, letting her hair drift over his chest as he regained his own bodily strength. He reached a hand up and stroked her arm. She sighed as she watched him. He was so damn pretty. She'd almost do this again on the spot just to see him like this, blown over and content.
* * *
Lee blinked, his entire body thrumming with post-orgasmic afterburn. Kara shifted her weight slightly, resting her head tentatively on his shoulder, nibbling slightly on his neck.
Gods, this was...Well, he wasn't sure he could safely find any words to describe how it'd been.
And now, he was exhausted, and hardly capable of physical interaction of any sort...Well. Maybe one sort, Lee thought, both amused and amazed, as he started to harden again in response to Kara's attention to his neck, little shivers working their way up his body. Kara looked down toward his groin, smiling slightly. "Is the great Arrow of Apollo ready once again...Lee?"
He almost convulsed at the way she said his name. "Are you?", he asked in a husky voice that did not suit his dazed and blurry interior. He figured he was, miraculous as it was.
Kara leaned up. "Yep, Apollo. I'm ready." As though to illustrate her point, she grabbed his hardness firmly, forcing a low moan out of Lee. "But this time, Kara?"
"Mmmm?", she responded, distracted by the fore mentioned object of her affections.
"I'm on top this time."
Kara laughed, long and clear and loud, and Lee loved hearing it. "Alright, Lee. You get to be on top."
He grabbed her around the hips, and got up, lowering her gently to the floor. Entering her gently and smoothly, he made love to her once again.
* * *
Kara gasped as rolls of sensations slammed over her, flooding her brain with electricity and her nether regions with liquid heat as Lee let out a long sigh, finished, and she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him down to her, exhausted and deliciously happy with the sort of feelings that a doubler always filled her with, when she indulged in them, which was rare.
Lee made to say something, but Kara clamped her hand over his mouth before he could ruin the moment by talking, and shouldn't he be as affected as her? Lee closed his eyes and rested his head on her chest. Apparently so, she thought, and closed her eyes to savour the fading tingling and warmth.
Suddenly, a statico screech filled the air, and Lee cursed, working his hips in an effort to get out of her, but Kara shook her head vigorously and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him down back to her, smiling somewhat ridiculously as she felt him fill her up again, savoring the feeling of their sweaty bodies slipping back against each other. Lee stared at her, conflicted. "The..the cookies," Lee said breathlessly. Ah. "Burned?" she asked simply.
"Yes."
Ah. That really was too bad. She sighed, and reached out dizzily for a small stockpot lying on the floor, which, as Lee ducked with obvious alarm, she tossed toward the alarm unit of the oven.
It instantly went out with a sharp bang and a few sparks, the pot falling back on top of the stove, rolling about noisily before coming to a stop.
Lee winced, then slowly smiled. It was very pretty, and damn infectious, so she grinned up at him for no reason at all. "I have a contingency plan, you know," he murmured.
"Really?" Kara breathed.
"Yep." He leaned up, and Kara squealed with protest as they separated. "Hey-"
But then she saw him reach into another oven and bring out another pan of cookies, this one not steaming, but clearly warm-obviously, warming on low heat. She started to smile happily, and reached for one, but Lee jerked it away. Kara raised her eyebrows. Lee took one from the tray with a little crunch as it came off, and leaned down again, Kara groaning slightly as she was filled back up again. She wrapped her legs back around him, determined not to leave this embrace again for some time. Lee held out the cookie toward her mouth, and she hesitantly opened, allowing him to push it in. She bit down. She'd be damned it if wasn't the best thing she'd tasted, and she quickly gobbled it up, licking and sucking Lee's fingers clean of crumbs and sweat. Frak that. This was the best taste in the worlds. She licked a long stripe down his wrist, suckling at the vein there, promoting a soft sigh from a suddenly paralyzed Lee, as she reached for another cookie and fed it to him, watching him swallow before pulling him down to her left breast, so that there could be no doubt to the fact that she wanted him to taste her.
She moaned gently when she felt his warm mouth on her, and arched a little into him.
Frak. Her insides strarted to simmer and warm up; she knew what came next, and it wasn't fair. She opened her mouth to speak, but Lee did before she could.
"Uh...Kara?"
"Yeah, Lee?"
"Do you wanna do that again?" He thrust gently, hopefully into her, his hardness growing inside her.
This was a heck of a way to celebrate Solstice.
Hell yes, did she wanna do it again.