BSG Fic: 12 Days of Ficmas: Snippets in Time - Act of Contrition
Title: 12 Days of Ficmas (Day 2): Snippets in Time - Act of Contrition
Author: Monti
Date: December 10, 2005 (Original) December 13, 2009 (Revisited)
Rating: M
Word Count: 2126
Category: PWP/AU
Pairing: Lee/Kara
Warnings: Uh…smut, smut and more smut
Spoilers: Loose references to first season episodes
Disclaimer: Just gently (well…mostly) using these characters. They don’t belong to me.
Summary: Random scenarios from random episodes
Author’s Notes: These will be stand-alone stories. The only thing they’ll have in common is the title.
ACT OF CONTRITION
Kara was looking for a spare helmet to decorate for Flat Top’s 1000th landing. She’d checked everywhere else and this storage locker was the last place she could think of to find one that wasn’t viable for flight anymore. They couldn't decorate any of their usable helmets, as there were no more replacements, so Kara had the idea to grab an old one. It was important they continue with traditions, long established, to maintain some semblance of normalcy.
Unable to find one in the wire mesh lockers, she grabbed a small ladder and climbed up to look on top of them. Her problem? The lockers were deep and she couldn’t quite see all the way in the back.
"There's gotta be an extra helmet on this damn ship, somewhere." She stood on her tiptoes and hoisted herself up with her arms to see further back.
The hatch opened, startling her. She kicked out with her foot knocking the ladder over. "Well, frak." Not good. Her hold was tenuous at best on the top of the lockers.
When Lee went looking for Kara, he didn’t expect to find her hanging onto the top of the wire mesh lockers when he found her. Especially while trying to keep her balance and having little luck doing so.
His eyes took in the sight of the toppled ladder. "Kara, what the hell?" He tried to decide if he should set it upright or just give Kara a hand when the decision was made for him.
She turned when he said her name and lost her precarious balance when her hand slid off the top of the lockers. He sprang into action and rushed to break her fall, catching her in his arms before she hit the floor. It was nicely done, if he did think so himself.
Kara expected to hit the floor hard, so when she ended up in Lee’s arms instead, it was a surprise. She raised startled gaze to see him grinning proudly at her.
She rolled her eyes. "Smooth, Lee." She wriggled a little. "Now put me down." They had a celebration to get ready for.
Lee grinned down at Kara. "Uh uh." He tightened his hold when she began to squirm. "’ve got you right where I want you for the moment." He turned and walked toward a cluttered table. "And whatever happened to 'Thanks for saving my ass?'" He used his elbow to clear a spot, then turned and sat on the edge, Kara still in his arms.
Kara stopped trying to extract herself. "Considering I was trying to save your ass, you should be thanking me." She enjoyed this side of Lee. It had been too long since she’d seen it.
Lee shot her a confused look. "What exactly were you trying to save my ass from?" He had no idea what she was talking about, but he was having too much fun with her to let her go just yet.
Kara shook her head sadly. "I was looking for a helmet for Flat Top’s big celebratory landing, since you obviously have no idea what’s going on." When Lee just gave her a smug look, she realized that he did have a clue.
Well hell, she was in for it now.
Lee leaned back and sat her up on his lap. "I already have a helmet, Lieutenant." He shifted her position so she was facing him. "Any other snide remarks?"
Kara closed her eyes and bit back a grin. He had her. "All right…I’ll figure out an appropriate way to thank you, later." She made a move to slide of his lap.
Lee tightened his hold on her again. He wasn’t quite finished yet. "I can think of a very inappropriate way for you to thank me." He leaned his head toward her. "Right now."
She opened her mouth to utter a comeback and Lee slanted his mouth over hers. It was a very effective way to shut her up. Besides he probably wouldn’t have another opportunity like this…ever.
The helmet was forgotten. They’d been dancing around this for years. Kara opened her mouth and slid her tongue along Lee’s lower lip as she leaned into the kiss. She became the aggressor, backing down off his lap, pulling him upright to start tugging at his shirt. "Off. Now." She stepped back and yanked her sweatshirt off, then started on her tanks.
Lee made short work of his shirt while he watched Kara peel hers off. He pulled her to him and kissed her again. His lips moved to her shoulder and his hands began to unbutton her pants. "We’re going to do this?" He pushed them down as far as they would go.
Kara stepped out of her fatigues. "We’re going to do this." She reached forward and ran her finger down Lee’s chest and stopped at the waistband of his sweatpants. She looked up at him. "Think you can handle it?" Not that it mattered. He was beyond having a choice now.
Lee shoved his sweats down his legs and quickly stepped out of them. “Oh, I can handle it.” His hands cupping her face, he drew her to him and his mouth hovered just above hers. “And then some.” He gave her a feral smile before crushing her lips with his. Oh Gods, it was even better than he expected. Frantic need rushed through him and he molded her to his body pulling her against him as he backed to the table.
Kara knew he'd kiss her, but she didn’t expect her response to flare out of control. Frak. She wanted him now. Breaking their kiss, she moved past Lee and sat on the table.
As she reclined back, she hooked her leg around his and pulled him to her. "I want you." She reached up and brought his face close to hers. "Now."
Lee wasn’t about to deny her. He placed his hands on either side of her waist and leaned down to nuzzle her breasts. He pulled the rosy peak between his lips as he slipped himself inside her.
He smothered a groan at the feel of her closing around him. "Gods, Kara." His lips moved to her other breast. "Oh, gods." Lee held his breath. He wanted to drive into her forcefully, but held himself in check searching Kara’s face for reaction.
Kara smiled in satisfaction. It was even better than she thought it would be. He filled her completely and when he moved against her, she felt it to her toes. "Oh…it’s good."
Kara moaned when he drew back. She wanted him to move fast and hard, so she wrapped her legs around him, not letting him get too far away. "I need it fast, Lee." She sucked in a breath when he plunged back inside her. It was exactly what she was looking for. They had waited for so long she doubted either of them would last long.
Lee began to move against her with short, hard strokes. The feeling was indescribable for him. He was finally inside Kara and she urged him to move faster. She was there with him, in a storage locker, with her legs wrapped around him and it was better than he'd ever imagined. "Kara…" He couldn’t even form coherent words. "Ah…Kara."
It went beyond anything he had anticipated in the many dreams he’d had about them. He could barely hold it together…he wanted to explode in her so badly.
Kara’s mind was lost somewhere between reality and fantasy. She knew it was real because her fantasies had never been this exquisite. The feeling of Lee moving within her topped any dream she’d ever come up with. She wanted to scream that fact to him, but relegated herself to moaning his name instead.
Every time he moved against her, tiny shockwaves gathered in her core. She was so close to the edge it amazed her. She'd never reached the brink of orgasm so quickly. She pushed herself up on her elbows and planted kisses on Lee’s chest as she met his thrusts with her hips. Oh gods, she was almost there. She could feel herself pushing toward release and knew that when it came it would be intense.
Lee could sense that Kara was close, as close as he was. He felt her trembling beneath him as her muscles started the clench around his length. He had a fleeting thought that they needed to do this again.
Soon.
So much more than he dreamed, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. The feel of her was like silk and more than he, a mere mortal, could fathom for any length of time. He looked at her and begged with his eyes for her to say the word.
She gave a jerky nod and he watched her let go, shuddering against him and around him and it drew him over the edge with her. He relinquished his control and exploded inside her, sliding into a bliss-filled state that pulled the air from his lungs in gasps of breath. He collapsed against her for a moment while he willed himself to breathe again.
As Kara drifted back into awareness, she felt Lee’s weight against her and wished they had more time. She knew once wasn’t going to be enough with him. She hugged him close to her and pondered if they had time to continue this insanity.
When he lifted himself up on his elbows, she sighed. They didn’t have time. Flat Top was probably landing his Raptor at this very moment. She lifted herself up on her elbows as Lee stood back looking at her.
She knew what was on his mind but she decided to play a little. "What?" She sat up the rest of the way with a smirk on her face and made a show of looking for her clothes.
Lee caught the smirk and decided to beat her to the punch. "I’d say that’s a good start as a thank you." He gathered their clothing and handed hers over. "I’m thinking we really need to pick this up again later for a truly proper display of gratitude." He laughed at the look on her face.
Kara acknowledged the point to him with a slight nod of her head. "You mean after we present Flat Top with his fully decorated helmet?" When Lee’s face fell she added, "You do have the helmet ready to go, right?" Score one for her.
Lee realized how little time they had to get it done. But she was going to help him. "Uh, no I don’t have it decorated…come on…you’re helping." He pushed her out the door and took off at a light jog, tossing over his shoulder. "I’ll owe you for this one. Come on, Starbuck, get moving." He turned back around, knowing she would follow.
Kara laughed. Men. "You probably don’t even have the helmet." When he turned around and said that yes, he did have it, she stated. "Prove it." Then hurried to catch up to him.
They burst through the door of the pilot’s quarters, laughing. Lee went and opened his locker. "Helmet." He sat it on the table and tapped it for good measure.
Kara was glad he actually had the damn thing, but they still had to decorate it. "You are so unprepared."
Lee reached for a dress sash in his locker. "Shut up." He pulled it out and pointed at Kara.
Kara laughed. "You’re the worst CAG in the history of CAGs, actually." She grabbed her sash out of her locker. "Did you remember the paint?"
Lee hadn’t remembered. "Frak. Forgot it." He knew where some was. "I’ll get it. Stay put." He dashed out into the hallway and snagged a can from one of the scaffolds down the corridor. "Red paint, incoming." He began to take the lid off the can.
Kara started looking around for something to paint with. "Brush?" She placed her palms on the table and leaned toward him.
Frak. "Brush…brush, uh…" He laughed. They’d figure something out.
Kara groaned. "Oh…you are the worst." She shook her head for emphasis. "The absolute worst."
Lee looked for anything they could use. He had nothing.
He held up his finger. "Ah…finger." He dipped it in the paint and started painting the number 1000 on the helmet.
Since she had no choice, Kara joined in the fun.
When the commander arrived to meet them for the ceremony, he found his two top pilots finger-painting in the pilot’s quarters.
FIN