Balm (BSG, K/L)
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Author: zeplum
Rating: E for everyone
Pairing: K/L
Word count: 1028
Notes: Not futurefic, not AU, just messing around for purely silly, schoompy reasons. Dedicated, for various reasons, to bantha_fodder, hackthis, and serialkarma.
Summary: For Lee Adama is the best lip balm of all.
Nervous habit turned practical concern, at least that's what she keeps telling herself as she climbs down the ladder from the cockpit biting her lips and handing off her post-flight to the waiting tech. Hours of CAP, with the recycled, dry air and the near constant chatter of Hotdog and Greenback has done nothing to improve her mood or her body's well being.
Kara was never one to bother with little quirks of vanity. Even before she joined up, her entire world was about functionality. She was an athlete after all, her wardrobe choices more concerned with, Will it keep me warm? Will it keep me cool? Does it dry fast, wick moisture? Does it have enough nifty pockets? Even her hair was more utilitarian than fashionable. She looked good by being good, and that's all Kara ever needed to worry about.
But years on a battlestar has shown her a bit of the light the other girls kept telling her about. Living in cool and arid conditions most of the day leaves their skin dry and cracked. They used to have ointments, balms, moisturizers to help with their suffering and vanity, but oddly enough, they were some of the first things traded for other, more pressing, items after the attacks. There's rumor that someone acquired a horde of the stuff, and though a lucky few have been looking moist as of a late, Kara hasn't heard tell of definitive proof.
Now the entire crew looks like the living dead, or worse, her great-grandmother -- skin dry and flaky, lips chapped and scaling, Kara included. It's decidedly unattractive, and more than a little frightening to see after coming around a blind corner on G deck.
So it's exactly why she's stalking through the Vipers trying to avoid anyone and everyone, but especially Lee, in her current condition: lips rough and broken, beginning to peel. She's not vain, she tells herself, biting her lips again, the old nervous habit that's taken on a new role. Not vain, but she really doesn't want Lee to see her like this, which is silly, because he's seen her in worse, broken-and-bloodied edge-of-death type things. A pair of chapped lips isn't going to amount to much, but part of Kara can't help being slightly self-conscious around Lee. It probably has a lot to do with the way she loses breath half the time he enters a room.
She's almost out of the hangar, two-thirds of the way back to her bunk, no Lee in sight, when a hand grabs her wrist and pulls her into an empty supply room. It takes her a few seconds for her mind to clear and her balance to fall into check, but then she's starring dumbfounded at exactly the person she least wanted to see.
"What are you doing?" she hisses. She'd rather yell at him, but rumors are already rampant and she'd rather not have anyone find them holed up in a broom closet.
"I've got a present for you."
His serene, though mischievous grin, is maddening. She stares back at him like he's deficient.
"Are you deficient? Why --"
He grabs her wrist again and pulls her the two steps into his space. She's not quite touching him, but close enough that she can feel the heat radiating off his body, can smell that warm, spicy scent that's just Lee, can tell that his flight suit probably needs to be cleaned.
Kara gasps and has to pull back so she can focus on his face as he speaks.
"I am not deficient. And I had to pull you in here because this isn't the type of present I can give you in public."
"Oh, no way!"
Kara is halfway into her rant before she notices that Lee's released her wrist and has brought something out of his pocket. A little jar, small in the palm of his hand.
"Is that what I think it is?"
Lee merely nods and hmmms, a mid-tone rumbling in his chest that Kara instantly regrets not feeling first hand. Her gaze focuses with wonder on the jar as he slowly unscrews the white lid, revealing a deep rose tinted gloss.
"Caprican Blood Pear balm. Where did you find it?"
"I abused my position and found out the source of the horde."
Kara looks at him expectantly.
"Cally," he reveals, laughing.
Kara pushes him lightly in the shoulder, "No way!" And he falls back into the metal shelving causing some of the contents to rattle. Regaining his footing, Lee rolls his eyes and beckons Kara to him.
"C'mere, before you destroy this whole place."
He dips his middle finger in the balm as she moves forward, and even though she can see what he's doing, what he's about to do, the contact sparks through her like she's in a launching Viper.
Lee spreads the balm on her lower lip, slowly, and she revels in the caress, letting her eyes drift closed, her bottom lip falling open with a gasp, only to be answered with one from Lee.
"There," he says. His fingers lingering on her face, the smell of blood pear heavy and seductive in the room.
Kara opens her eyes gradually, but Lee's still there, the maniacal grin replaced by a look that she knows is reserved only for her. The moment is there, holding, and for once she is loathe to break it. She speaks his name, asking why, trying to keep so much back that it physically hurts.
"I can't have my best pilots distracted," he answers, cocks a wry smile.
"I think your plan needs a little work, sir."
A little awkwardly, he steps out of their little world, turns -- almost tripping over his feet, she notes -- and makes for the hatch. "Hey, I do what I can," he shrugs, grinning again from ear to ear.
She neatly catches the jar he tosses and shakes her head. At least now she won't have to hide from him; he's seen to that. For she's now relatively sure that Lee Adama is the best lip balm of all, even if she has to wait to find out for sure.
-end-
Author: zeplum
Rating: E for everyone
Pairing: K/L
Word count: 1028
Notes: Not futurefic, not AU, just messing around for purely silly, schoompy reasons. Dedicated, for various reasons, to bantha_fodder, hackthis, and serialkarma.
Summary: For Lee Adama is the best lip balm of all.
Nervous habit turned practical concern, at least that's what she keeps telling herself as she climbs down the ladder from the cockpit biting her lips and handing off her post-flight to the waiting tech. Hours of CAP, with the recycled, dry air and the near constant chatter of Hotdog and Greenback has done nothing to improve her mood or her body's well being.
Kara was never one to bother with little quirks of vanity. Even before she joined up, her entire world was about functionality. She was an athlete after all, her wardrobe choices more concerned with, Will it keep me warm? Will it keep me cool? Does it dry fast, wick moisture? Does it have enough nifty pockets? Even her hair was more utilitarian than fashionable. She looked good by being good, and that's all Kara ever needed to worry about.
But years on a battlestar has shown her a bit of the light the other girls kept telling her about. Living in cool and arid conditions most of the day leaves their skin dry and cracked. They used to have ointments, balms, moisturizers to help with their suffering and vanity, but oddly enough, they were some of the first things traded for other, more pressing, items after the attacks. There's rumor that someone acquired a horde of the stuff, and though a lucky few have been looking moist as of a late, Kara hasn't heard tell of definitive proof.
Now the entire crew looks like the living dead, or worse, her great-grandmother -- skin dry and flaky, lips chapped and scaling, Kara included. It's decidedly unattractive, and more than a little frightening to see after coming around a blind corner on G deck.
So it's exactly why she's stalking through the Vipers trying to avoid anyone and everyone, but especially Lee, in her current condition: lips rough and broken, beginning to peel. She's not vain, she tells herself, biting her lips again, the old nervous habit that's taken on a new role. Not vain, but she really doesn't want Lee to see her like this, which is silly, because he's seen her in worse, broken-and-bloodied edge-of-death type things. A pair of chapped lips isn't going to amount to much, but part of Kara can't help being slightly self-conscious around Lee. It probably has a lot to do with the way she loses breath half the time he enters a room.
She's almost out of the hangar, two-thirds of the way back to her bunk, no Lee in sight, when a hand grabs her wrist and pulls her into an empty supply room. It takes her a few seconds for her mind to clear and her balance to fall into check, but then she's starring dumbfounded at exactly the person she least wanted to see.
"What are you doing?" she hisses. She'd rather yell at him, but rumors are already rampant and she'd rather not have anyone find them holed up in a broom closet.
"I've got a present for you."
His serene, though mischievous grin, is maddening. She stares back at him like he's deficient.
"Are you deficient? Why --"
He grabs her wrist again and pulls her the two steps into his space. She's not quite touching him, but close enough that she can feel the heat radiating off his body, can smell that warm, spicy scent that's just Lee, can tell that his flight suit probably needs to be cleaned.
Kara gasps and has to pull back so she can focus on his face as he speaks.
"I am not deficient. And I had to pull you in here because this isn't the type of present I can give you in public."
"Oh, no way!"
Kara is halfway into her rant before she notices that Lee's released her wrist and has brought something out of his pocket. A little jar, small in the palm of his hand.
"Is that what I think it is?"
Lee merely nods and hmmms, a mid-tone rumbling in his chest that Kara instantly regrets not feeling first hand. Her gaze focuses with wonder on the jar as he slowly unscrews the white lid, revealing a deep rose tinted gloss.
"Caprican Blood Pear balm. Where did you find it?"
"I abused my position and found out the source of the horde."
Kara looks at him expectantly.
"Cally," he reveals, laughing.
Kara pushes him lightly in the shoulder, "No way!" And he falls back into the metal shelving causing some of the contents to rattle. Regaining his footing, Lee rolls his eyes and beckons Kara to him.
"C'mere, before you destroy this whole place."
He dips his middle finger in the balm as she moves forward, and even though she can see what he's doing, what he's about to do, the contact sparks through her like she's in a launching Viper.
Lee spreads the balm on her lower lip, slowly, and she revels in the caress, letting her eyes drift closed, her bottom lip falling open with a gasp, only to be answered with one from Lee.
"There," he says. His fingers lingering on her face, the smell of blood pear heavy and seductive in the room.
Kara opens her eyes gradually, but Lee's still there, the maniacal grin replaced by a look that she knows is reserved only for her. The moment is there, holding, and for once she is loathe to break it. She speaks his name, asking why, trying to keep so much back that it physically hurts.
"I can't have my best pilots distracted," he answers, cocks a wry smile.
"I think your plan needs a little work, sir."
A little awkwardly, he steps out of their little world, turns -- almost tripping over his feet, she notes -- and makes for the hatch. "Hey, I do what I can," he shrugs, grinning again from ear to ear.
She neatly catches the jar he tosses and shakes her head. At least now she won't have to hide from him; he's seen to that. For she's now relatively sure that Lee Adama is the best lip balm of all, even if she has to wait to find out for sure.
-end-