BSG Fic: 12 Days of Ficmas: Snippets in Time - Hand of God
Title: 12 Days of Ficmas (Day Three): Snippets in Time - Hand of God 1
Author: Monti
Date: January 18, 2006 (Original) December 15, 2009 (Revisited)
Rating: M
Word Count: 2321
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.
HAND OF GOD 1
They stood facing each other in the projector room, the undercurrents flowing between them threatening to consume one or both of them.
Kara was pissed she had to stay behind and gave Lee her last minute thoughts before she went off to sulk in private. "Keep your ingress low and fast." She spoke matter-of-factly when she knew she should be more encouraging. "Use the terrain to stay hidden 'til the last second." She looked directly at Lee. "Make sure you give the flak suppression unit enough time so that they can weaken defenses." Frak. Why couldn’t she just say ‘Good Hunting’ and leave it at that.
Lee barely held his temper in check. They’d been through this plan over and over again. She had to have doubts. Why else would she be treating him like a nugget? "You don't think I'm up to this?" Did anyone? He knew it killed her to stay behind, but he was starting to get pissed that she thought he couldn’t handle it.
Kara knew he was capable. But she would be better. "Of course I do, you'll be fine." Oh way to go, Kara. Why don’t you just tell him you want to be there?
Lee’s jaw clenched with frustration. He gave her a hard look, which she returned.
Damn it.
He strode toward her. "Look, you're worried that I'm not gonna pull it out of the fire with some high-risk retina-detaching move, the way Starbuck would." It was sarcastic, but her lack of faith was insulting. "Look, Kara, I'm sorry you're not suiting up. Because, believe me, everyone would feel so much better, me included, if you were riding along with us." He paused for a moment, irritation adding an edge to his voice. "But this isn't an ego trip," It was a lashing remark, aimed directly at her. "This is my job." His anger built. "And don't think for one moment that I will not get it done." He felt better for saying it. Even if he knew it would piss her off.
Kara responded simply. "I hope so, 'cause we've got one shot." She added one more blow. "Don't frak it up by over thinking." With a final look, she turned away and left him standing in front of the viewing screen.
Lee just stared after her until the door closed. He watched it for a moment before turning back to the screen. He looked at it and shook his head. This would be a frakked up mission.
It would have been nice to have the support of his best friend. He could feel the tension start to creep in like it always did before a big op.
He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, concentrating on inhaling and exhaling. He heard the hatch open but didn’t lose his focus.
Focus was important in the cockpit. It could mean making it back in one piece or having a Raptor pick up the remnants. When he opened his eyes he was surprised to see Kara standing next to him.
Kara didn’t interrupt Lee. She knew what he was doing…it was a basic tactic and all pilots learned the technique for easing tension. She'd just had the thought she should be doing the same thing herself -- she was wound tighter than a drum -- but she heard the change in Lee’s breathing pattern. She glanced over to see his questioning gaze.
She smiled tentatively. "Hey." Now that she was here, she didn't know where to begin. "Uh…didn’t want to interrupt." Lame. So lame.
Lee’s lips rose in a half smile. "Forget something?" He could feel his muscles start to bunch up again.
Kara let out a small sigh. "Yeah. An apology." She turned to face him. "I know you can do this, Lee." She continued before she could back out. "And I’ll admit that it’s killing me to have to stay behind."
She grasped his arm and tugged him into one of the seats and sat beside him. "I feel responsible for this op…it’s my plan. If anything goes wrong…I won’t be out there to help." She hoped he understood what she was trying to say. She didn't want to make it all about her.
Lee nodded. Hearing from her point of view helped. "I get it, Kara." He turned to look at her. "I understand, now." Why did they always seem to have such a hard time communicating?
Kara’s responsibilities weighed in on her. "Do you?" She got up and started pacing, limping slightly, but she was tired of the cane. "Do you really, Lee?" She put her hands on her hips, took two steps then dropped them again. "If this ends up frakked, it’s on my head."
Lee watched her walk along the first row of chairs. "I’ve got a class of just graduated nuggets I’m not sure are ready for this." Up to the end of the row then back in front of him. "Colonel Tigh’s just waiting for me to fall on my face with this ‘half-assed’ plan of mine." She used her best Tigh impression for the half-assed part making Lee grin. "And to top it off I’m pissed as hell that I have to stay on board." She reached the end of the row again and threw her hands up in frustration. "My frakked up knee is keeping me out of the cockpit. And it’s keeping me from watching your back."
She heaved a sigh. "Gods, I hate being-" Weak. She didn't have time to say it before her lips were crushed under Lee’s warm demanding ones.
Lee wanted to stop her from freaking out completely. So involved in her rant, she didn’t notice him standing to follow her. She'd run through the military gamut and geared up for the personal one.
Lee did the only thing he could think of to shut her up. Caught her by surprise and smothered her mouth with his own. The kiss was intended to make her stop talking but when she responded, Lee went with it. The kiss deepened and by its end both were breathing heavily.
Kara put her fingers to her lips. "Wow…" She flicked a quick glance at Lee. "Where the hell did that come from?" She felt like she’d just done a couple of shots of Ambrosia. She hadn’t even thought about it, just responded when his mouth closed over hers.
Lee’s mind processed several things at once. She wasn’t unresponsive to him; he was her superior officer and had no business kissing her; and he was prepping for a potentially fatal mission. Taking a page from her book, he didn’t answer.
This was his one shot and he wasn’t going to frak it by over thinking it.
Putting his hands on her shoulders, he tested the waters by giving her another quick kiss. As he pulled back, her hands went to his neck and kept their lips only inches apart. He threw caution to the wind and kissed her again, this time seeking entrance to her mouth with his tongue. A low moan escaped his throat as her tongue slid over his and his body went hot.
Kara explored Lee’s mouth with a slow thoroughness that made her insides quiver. She didn't know where they were going with this, but she wanted…scratch that, she needed…to be with him. Her plan was chancy at best. She couldn’t shake the fear that she might be sending him to his death. And if she wasn’t be out there to watch his back to see that he made it back alive, she at least wanted this one moment in time with him.
She started to feel desperate and her hands went to his jacket and worked the buttons loose. She shoved it over his shoulders and down his arms, leaving Lee to shake his hands out of the sleeves. She became occupied with getting his tanks off, shoving them up as she trailed kisses up along his ribcage. As she watched Lee pull them over his head, she started on her own jacket. She had it unbuttoned before Lee batted her hands away and finished the job himself.
In a state of suspended animation, Lee’s hands automatically knew what to do, but his brain was trying to take it all in. There were a million reasons why this was a bad idea, but in his mind they were stealing a moment…a bubble of time, just for themselves.
After getting her out of her jacket and shirts, he watched as she removed her bra and then dropped her hands to her side. His gaze met hers and it was as if they could read each other’s thoughts. They removed the rest of their clothing, then came together in a tangle of heated kisses and jumbled limbs.
Frantically making their way to the row of seats they tumbled down onto one of them. With a muttered “Frak” Kara lifted the armrest she had just bumped her recuperating knee against. The jolt of pain it sent to her toes didn’t even register. She was so focused on everything else happening between them.
Lee’s hands smoothed up her back, drawing her closer to him. His lips burned a hot trail over her skin starting at her shoulder then traveling down to capture the tip of her breast as he bent her backwards for access. She slid her hands through his hair, one of them coming to a stop on his shoulder.
Lee teased both pink tipped peaks of her breasts with his lips and tongue, relishing her response. Her nipples puckered under his skillful mouth and she arched into him causing her core to press against his fully erect penis. He couldn’t seem to get his fill of her, moving from her breasts back up to her lips kissing them with a ravishing intensity. He pulled her upper body toward him and wrapped his arms around her then moved his lips to her ear to whisper a simple statement.
"I need you."
So damn much he almost burst with it.
Kara’s breath hissed out and she dragged his mouth back to hers. Not breaking their kiss, she positioned herself so she was poised just above the tip of his cock. She broke off the kiss and whispered. “Now, Lee.” She gasped when he drove up into with a single stroke, then she settled her thighs against his and began to move, not wanting to waste a single minute they had.
The exquisite feel of her moving along his shaft drew a moan from Lee’s throat. Leaning his head against the back of the seat, he grasped her hips lightly as she continued the fast, yet sensual, rocking that created a burning heat where they where joined. The friction made him swell fully in her moist, soft center and his mind emptied of everything but the sensation of their skin touching, their breaths mingling and the absolute raging need between them.
Kara rode Lee with a passion she hadn’t felt in years. Her head dropped to his shoulder as her instincts took over and she let her body move at will. When Lee lifted his hips to meet hers the wonderful abrasiveness it created made her breathing shallow. Her hair fell in her face and when she lifted her head it was to see Lee staring at her with sexy determination.
She lowered her head to his and brushed teasing kisses over his lips, pulling back elusively when he tried to deepen them. When he finally growled low in his throat, bringing his hands up to catch her face between them, she caved and met his lips and tongue in a searing kiss that had them both spinning out of control. Their mouths broke apart and gasping each other’s names they came together in an explosion of pleasure that rocked them both. They sat holding on to each other, their heads touching as their breathing returned to normal.
Lee broke the spell first. His final mission briefing loomed and he couldn’t be late. He lifted Kara’s chin and gazed at her. "I have to go." His face was full of reluctance.
Kara nodded her head, she didn’t trust herself to speak. She moved away from him slowly, not wanting to leave his embrace. But they both had things left to accomplish before the op could even start.
She reached for her clothes and started dressing in silence. The mission responsibilities blasted her full force again. She really hoped Lee could pull it off…the alternative wasn’t acceptable to her.
It troubled Lee that she wasn’t saying anything. If this had ruined their solid friendship, he would lament it for the rest of his life. He needed her to be there for him, even if they never did this again.
Grabbing his own clothes, he dressed while darting glances at her. He actually finished before she did and he could tell her knee was slowing her down. He wanted to stay and hash this out, but needed to be at the briefing. He walked over to her, placed his hand on hers and kept his emotions in check. "I’ll never regret this, Kara." Still not sure where they stood, he gently squeezed her hand before turning in the direction of the hatch.
Kara watched his retreating back for a moment and decided she had to at least say something. If he didn’t make it back, she wanted him to know she was with him all the way.
She inhaled a deep breath before calling out. "Lee…" He paused and looked over his shoulder and she said the one thing she knew would tell him she’d be with him in spirit. "Good hunting."
Then she smiled, feeling better about the mission and their friendship.
His answering smile and quick wink let her know that if nothing else…they were all right.
FIN
Author: Monti
Date: January 18, 2006 (Original) December 15, 2009 (Revisited)
Rating: M
Word Count: 2321
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.
HAND OF GOD 1
They stood facing each other in the projector room, the undercurrents flowing between them threatening to consume one or both of them.
Kara was pissed she had to stay behind and gave Lee her last minute thoughts before she went off to sulk in private. "Keep your ingress low and fast." She spoke matter-of-factly when she knew she should be more encouraging. "Use the terrain to stay hidden 'til the last second." She looked directly at Lee. "Make sure you give the flak suppression unit enough time so that they can weaken defenses." Frak. Why couldn’t she just say ‘Good Hunting’ and leave it at that.
Lee barely held his temper in check. They’d been through this plan over and over again. She had to have doubts. Why else would she be treating him like a nugget? "You don't think I'm up to this?" Did anyone? He knew it killed her to stay behind, but he was starting to get pissed that she thought he couldn’t handle it.
Kara knew he was capable. But she would be better. "Of course I do, you'll be fine." Oh way to go, Kara. Why don’t you just tell him you want to be there?
Lee’s jaw clenched with frustration. He gave her a hard look, which she returned.
Damn it.
He strode toward her. "Look, you're worried that I'm not gonna pull it out of the fire with some high-risk retina-detaching move, the way Starbuck would." It was sarcastic, but her lack of faith was insulting. "Look, Kara, I'm sorry you're not suiting up. Because, believe me, everyone would feel so much better, me included, if you were riding along with us." He paused for a moment, irritation adding an edge to his voice. "But this isn't an ego trip," It was a lashing remark, aimed directly at her. "This is my job." His anger built. "And don't think for one moment that I will not get it done." He felt better for saying it. Even if he knew it would piss her off.
Kara responded simply. "I hope so, 'cause we've got one shot." She added one more blow. "Don't frak it up by over thinking." With a final look, she turned away and left him standing in front of the viewing screen.
Lee just stared after her until the door closed. He watched it for a moment before turning back to the screen. He looked at it and shook his head. This would be a frakked up mission.
It would have been nice to have the support of his best friend. He could feel the tension start to creep in like it always did before a big op.
He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, concentrating on inhaling and exhaling. He heard the hatch open but didn’t lose his focus.
Focus was important in the cockpit. It could mean making it back in one piece or having a Raptor pick up the remnants. When he opened his eyes he was surprised to see Kara standing next to him.
Kara didn’t interrupt Lee. She knew what he was doing…it was a basic tactic and all pilots learned the technique for easing tension. She'd just had the thought she should be doing the same thing herself -- she was wound tighter than a drum -- but she heard the change in Lee’s breathing pattern. She glanced over to see his questioning gaze.
She smiled tentatively. "Hey." Now that she was here, she didn't know where to begin. "Uh…didn’t want to interrupt." Lame. So lame.
Lee’s lips rose in a half smile. "Forget something?" He could feel his muscles start to bunch up again.
Kara let out a small sigh. "Yeah. An apology." She turned to face him. "I know you can do this, Lee." She continued before she could back out. "And I’ll admit that it’s killing me to have to stay behind."
She grasped his arm and tugged him into one of the seats and sat beside him. "I feel responsible for this op…it’s my plan. If anything goes wrong…I won’t be out there to help." She hoped he understood what she was trying to say. She didn't want to make it all about her.
Lee nodded. Hearing from her point of view helped. "I get it, Kara." He turned to look at her. "I understand, now." Why did they always seem to have such a hard time communicating?
Kara’s responsibilities weighed in on her. "Do you?" She got up and started pacing, limping slightly, but she was tired of the cane. "Do you really, Lee?" She put her hands on her hips, took two steps then dropped them again. "If this ends up frakked, it’s on my head."
Lee watched her walk along the first row of chairs. "I’ve got a class of just graduated nuggets I’m not sure are ready for this." Up to the end of the row then back in front of him. "Colonel Tigh’s just waiting for me to fall on my face with this ‘half-assed’ plan of mine." She used her best Tigh impression for the half-assed part making Lee grin. "And to top it off I’m pissed as hell that I have to stay on board." She reached the end of the row again and threw her hands up in frustration. "My frakked up knee is keeping me out of the cockpit. And it’s keeping me from watching your back."
She heaved a sigh. "Gods, I hate being-" Weak. She didn't have time to say it before her lips were crushed under Lee’s warm demanding ones.
Lee wanted to stop her from freaking out completely. So involved in her rant, she didn’t notice him standing to follow her. She'd run through the military gamut and geared up for the personal one.
Lee did the only thing he could think of to shut her up. Caught her by surprise and smothered her mouth with his own. The kiss was intended to make her stop talking but when she responded, Lee went with it. The kiss deepened and by its end both were breathing heavily.
Kara put her fingers to her lips. "Wow…" She flicked a quick glance at Lee. "Where the hell did that come from?" She felt like she’d just done a couple of shots of Ambrosia. She hadn’t even thought about it, just responded when his mouth closed over hers.
Lee’s mind processed several things at once. She wasn’t unresponsive to him; he was her superior officer and had no business kissing her; and he was prepping for a potentially fatal mission. Taking a page from her book, he didn’t answer.
This was his one shot and he wasn’t going to frak it by over thinking it.
Putting his hands on her shoulders, he tested the waters by giving her another quick kiss. As he pulled back, her hands went to his neck and kept their lips only inches apart. He threw caution to the wind and kissed her again, this time seeking entrance to her mouth with his tongue. A low moan escaped his throat as her tongue slid over his and his body went hot.
Kara explored Lee’s mouth with a slow thoroughness that made her insides quiver. She didn't know where they were going with this, but she wanted…scratch that, she needed…to be with him. Her plan was chancy at best. She couldn’t shake the fear that she might be sending him to his death. And if she wasn’t be out there to watch his back to see that he made it back alive, she at least wanted this one moment in time with him.
She started to feel desperate and her hands went to his jacket and worked the buttons loose. She shoved it over his shoulders and down his arms, leaving Lee to shake his hands out of the sleeves. She became occupied with getting his tanks off, shoving them up as she trailed kisses up along his ribcage. As she watched Lee pull them over his head, she started on her own jacket. She had it unbuttoned before Lee batted her hands away and finished the job himself.
In a state of suspended animation, Lee’s hands automatically knew what to do, but his brain was trying to take it all in. There were a million reasons why this was a bad idea, but in his mind they were stealing a moment…a bubble of time, just for themselves.
After getting her out of her jacket and shirts, he watched as she removed her bra and then dropped her hands to her side. His gaze met hers and it was as if they could read each other’s thoughts. They removed the rest of their clothing, then came together in a tangle of heated kisses and jumbled limbs.
Frantically making their way to the row of seats they tumbled down onto one of them. With a muttered “Frak” Kara lifted the armrest she had just bumped her recuperating knee against. The jolt of pain it sent to her toes didn’t even register. She was so focused on everything else happening between them.
Lee’s hands smoothed up her back, drawing her closer to him. His lips burned a hot trail over her skin starting at her shoulder then traveling down to capture the tip of her breast as he bent her backwards for access. She slid her hands through his hair, one of them coming to a stop on his shoulder.
Lee teased both pink tipped peaks of her breasts with his lips and tongue, relishing her response. Her nipples puckered under his skillful mouth and she arched into him causing her core to press against his fully erect penis. He couldn’t seem to get his fill of her, moving from her breasts back up to her lips kissing them with a ravishing intensity. He pulled her upper body toward him and wrapped his arms around her then moved his lips to her ear to whisper a simple statement.
"I need you."
So damn much he almost burst with it.
Kara’s breath hissed out and she dragged his mouth back to hers. Not breaking their kiss, she positioned herself so she was poised just above the tip of his cock. She broke off the kiss and whispered. “Now, Lee.” She gasped when he drove up into with a single stroke, then she settled her thighs against his and began to move, not wanting to waste a single minute they had.
The exquisite feel of her moving along his shaft drew a moan from Lee’s throat. Leaning his head against the back of the seat, he grasped her hips lightly as she continued the fast, yet sensual, rocking that created a burning heat where they where joined. The friction made him swell fully in her moist, soft center and his mind emptied of everything but the sensation of their skin touching, their breaths mingling and the absolute raging need between them.
Kara rode Lee with a passion she hadn’t felt in years. Her head dropped to his shoulder as her instincts took over and she let her body move at will. When Lee lifted his hips to meet hers the wonderful abrasiveness it created made her breathing shallow. Her hair fell in her face and when she lifted her head it was to see Lee staring at her with sexy determination.
She lowered her head to his and brushed teasing kisses over his lips, pulling back elusively when he tried to deepen them. When he finally growled low in his throat, bringing his hands up to catch her face between them, she caved and met his lips and tongue in a searing kiss that had them both spinning out of control. Their mouths broke apart and gasping each other’s names they came together in an explosion of pleasure that rocked them both. They sat holding on to each other, their heads touching as their breathing returned to normal.
Lee broke the spell first. His final mission briefing loomed and he couldn’t be late. He lifted Kara’s chin and gazed at her. "I have to go." His face was full of reluctance.
Kara nodded her head, she didn’t trust herself to speak. She moved away from him slowly, not wanting to leave his embrace. But they both had things left to accomplish before the op could even start.
She reached for her clothes and started dressing in silence. The mission responsibilities blasted her full force again. She really hoped Lee could pull it off…the alternative wasn’t acceptable to her.
It troubled Lee that she wasn’t saying anything. If this had ruined their solid friendship, he would lament it for the rest of his life. He needed her to be there for him, even if they never did this again.
Grabbing his own clothes, he dressed while darting glances at her. He actually finished before she did and he could tell her knee was slowing her down. He wanted to stay and hash this out, but needed to be at the briefing. He walked over to her, placed his hand on hers and kept his emotions in check. "I’ll never regret this, Kara." Still not sure where they stood, he gently squeezed her hand before turning in the direction of the hatch.
Kara watched his retreating back for a moment and decided she had to at least say something. If he didn’t make it back, she wanted him to know she was with him all the way.
She inhaled a deep breath before calling out. "Lee…" He paused and looked over his shoulder and she said the one thing she knew would tell him she’d be with him in spirit. "Good hunting."
Then she smiled, feeling better about the mission and their friendship.
His answering smile and quick wink let her know that if nothing else…they were all right.
FIN