Take a breath, Lee.
SO, BSG.
My reaction to this episode was to write 1000+ words of pilot fic in half an hour flat. This 1000 words may be NC17 related, and there may be walls involved, but that's really all I can say, because there are spoilers. rawles had thrown her eye over this briefly, so hopefully it is okay. Er, it's not like there's any PLOT or anything MEANINGFUL in here, so.
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He makes sure he wipes all the blood off his face before he goes to find her. There’s not much he can do about the suit, but given that there’s a mutiny and dead bodies and lots of people trying to kill them, he figures Kara will look past a dirty collar.
He’s kind of hoping she’ll rip it off him, anyway.
She’s pacing up and down a narrow space of hallway - everyone else has left her alone, which is exactly what he’d wanted.
“Apollo,” she says, when she sees him. “Any news?”
He shakes his head, and she snarls in frustration. The tension is crackling from her, thrumming from her body into his and he remembers the warm sudden press of her mouth and he wants.
“What are you thinking?” she says abruptly, and he takes one step forward, and then another, and Kara’s eyes narrow and he sees the flush rise on her cheeks, and he remembers that from back at the Academy, the way Kara would look after too many shots when she'd picked her lay for the night.
“How long have we got?”
“Long enough,” he says, and then he’s crowding her back against the bulkhead, pressing his lips to hers.
She responds quicker than he did, he’ll give her that - her mouth opens immediately, tongue tangling with his, and he pushes his hips against hers like he’s a teenage boy, no finesse, nothing but raw need rippling though him. Kara’s no better, her hands bruising his shoulders as she pulls him into her, wrapping one leg around his thighs, groaning into his mouth as his fingers meet the smooth skin of the small of her back. That’s enough encouragement - she’s clearly very, very okay with this - so Lee stops kissing her for just enough time to slide one hand beneath her tanks properly, rucking the material up so he can slide his hand under her bra, so he can tease his fingers over a nipple that’s already hard. Kara slams her head back into the wall, making a sound that’s almost animalistic and her hips thrust out at his.
“Lee,” she grits out, and he slips his hand down her stomach, undoes her gun belt and tosses it to the side, and flicks open buttons on her fatigues. She’s trying to push his jacket from his shoulders but he beats her, gets one hand down and into her panties, and then his fingers sink into wet soft skin and gods, she really does want him. Kara’s body arches like a bow, one hand flying out to brace herself on the wall as her body rocks forward. He puts his other hand on her waist to steady her and leans in, presses his forehead to hers; she’s gasping, his name and frak and please and he pushes two fingers into her and she sort of twists against him and then she’s crying out and wrenching her head away from his as she claws at his back, shaking and shaking.
It’s the hottest thing he’s ever, ever seen.
When it’s over, he withdraws his fingers, tilts his head and touches his mouth to hers, feels her chest heave with each exhalation.
“Frak,” she says finally, and lifts her head. “Lee. Gods.”
He smirks, and her eyes narrow, and then her gaze washes down his body to where it’s completely obvious how much he wants her.
“This all for me?”
“Shut up, Kara,” he says, because he just made her come in about forty seconds flat, so she doesn’t have a lot to be cocky about.
Kara laughs, and then she reaches for his belt buckle, and gods, he’s so hard that the touch as she unzips his pants is nearly enough to bring him off. Then she’s pushed his pants and boxers down his thighs and he frees her of her clothing just enough that there’s nothing but two inches separating them and Kara’s leaning back against the wall and he pulls her leg up and she tilts her hips just right and then gods, he’s pressing into her, and she makes a low keening sound that almost has him coming before he’s even started moving.
It’s rushed and clumsy and he’d laugh but it’s Kara’s skin under his hands, Kara’s hips jerking like she can’t control them and Kara panting, the tendons off her neck straining as she throws her head back and he presses his teeth to the curve of her shoulder. It doesn’t take long - danger and adrenalin already had him on edge, and he’s never really had self-control with her, and far too soon he’s knows he’s got about three seconds left and the one thing he’s grateful for is that she’s there as well.
And then everything dissolves into heat and pressure and he’s gone.
When his head clears a bit, he realises he’s got to be almost crushing her against the bulkhead, slumped as they are, but it’s hard to move and Kara’s arms are heavy around his neck. He also realises he’s practically still clothed, and he should probably be embarrassed that the whole thing took about five minutes, but Kara doesn’t seem to be complaining.
All he’s really disappointed about is that he didn’t get to see her breasts again, but maybe there’ll be a next time, and she’s got a bite mark on her neck that he put there and that makes him happy.
He’s not sorry, not one bit.
“Breathe, Kara,” he says, and she laughs, still gasping, a sheen of sweat at her hairline.
“Feeling alive, Lee?” she asks, and he grins.
“Better than I have in weeks.”
She huffs. “Good. Now get off me. We have work to do.”
He pulls away from her reluctantly, and busies himself cleaning and buttoning up as best he can, watching as she does the same. “Starbuck. Always the soldier.”
“Not quite always,” she retorts, her eyes dancing and frak, he’d do her again already if he had that kind of stamina. “But right now Gaeta’s pissing me off, so we have that motherfrakker to take down - ”
“We?”
“You and me,” Kara replies, and her smile is bright as she reaches for her gun belt, clipping it on with practiced efficiency. “Always.”
And in that moment, he believes her.
*
That pretty much sums up my thoughts for the episode.
Although I hate timezone differences, because I'm flailing helplessly and practically everyone's gone to bed!
My reaction to this episode was to write 1000+ words of pilot fic in half an hour flat. This 1000 words may be NC17 related, and there may be walls involved, but that's really all I can say, because there are spoilers. rawles had thrown her eye over this briefly, so hopefully it is okay. Er, it's not like there's any PLOT or anything MEANINGFUL in here, so.
*
He makes sure he wipes all the blood off his face before he goes to find her. There’s not much he can do about the suit, but given that there’s a mutiny and dead bodies and lots of people trying to kill them, he figures Kara will look past a dirty collar.
He’s kind of hoping she’ll rip it off him, anyway.
She’s pacing up and down a narrow space of hallway - everyone else has left her alone, which is exactly what he’d wanted.
“Apollo,” she says, when she sees him. “Any news?”
He shakes his head, and she snarls in frustration. The tension is crackling from her, thrumming from her body into his and he remembers the warm sudden press of her mouth and he wants.
“What are you thinking?” she says abruptly, and he takes one step forward, and then another, and Kara’s eyes narrow and he sees the flush rise on her cheeks, and he remembers that from back at the Academy, the way Kara would look after too many shots when she'd picked her lay for the night.
“How long have we got?”
“Long enough,” he says, and then he’s crowding her back against the bulkhead, pressing his lips to hers.
She responds quicker than he did, he’ll give her that - her mouth opens immediately, tongue tangling with his, and he pushes his hips against hers like he’s a teenage boy, no finesse, nothing but raw need rippling though him. Kara’s no better, her hands bruising his shoulders as she pulls him into her, wrapping one leg around his thighs, groaning into his mouth as his fingers meet the smooth skin of the small of her back. That’s enough encouragement - she’s clearly very, very okay with this - so Lee stops kissing her for just enough time to slide one hand beneath her tanks properly, rucking the material up so he can slide his hand under her bra, so he can tease his fingers over a nipple that’s already hard. Kara slams her head back into the wall, making a sound that’s almost animalistic and her hips thrust out at his.
“Lee,” she grits out, and he slips his hand down her stomach, undoes her gun belt and tosses it to the side, and flicks open buttons on her fatigues. She’s trying to push his jacket from his shoulders but he beats her, gets one hand down and into her panties, and then his fingers sink into wet soft skin and gods, she really does want him. Kara’s body arches like a bow, one hand flying out to brace herself on the wall as her body rocks forward. He puts his other hand on her waist to steady her and leans in, presses his forehead to hers; she’s gasping, his name and frak and please and he pushes two fingers into her and she sort of twists against him and then she’s crying out and wrenching her head away from his as she claws at his back, shaking and shaking.
It’s the hottest thing he’s ever, ever seen.
When it’s over, he withdraws his fingers, tilts his head and touches his mouth to hers, feels her chest heave with each exhalation.
“Frak,” she says finally, and lifts her head. “Lee. Gods.”
He smirks, and her eyes narrow, and then her gaze washes down his body to where it’s completely obvious how much he wants her.
“This all for me?”
“Shut up, Kara,” he says, because he just made her come in about forty seconds flat, so she doesn’t have a lot to be cocky about.
Kara laughs, and then she reaches for his belt buckle, and gods, he’s so hard that the touch as she unzips his pants is nearly enough to bring him off. Then she’s pushed his pants and boxers down his thighs and he frees her of her clothing just enough that there’s nothing but two inches separating them and Kara’s leaning back against the wall and he pulls her leg up and she tilts her hips just right and then gods, he’s pressing into her, and she makes a low keening sound that almost has him coming before he’s even started moving.
It’s rushed and clumsy and he’d laugh but it’s Kara’s skin under his hands, Kara’s hips jerking like she can’t control them and Kara panting, the tendons off her neck straining as she throws her head back and he presses his teeth to the curve of her shoulder. It doesn’t take long - danger and adrenalin already had him on edge, and he’s never really had self-control with her, and far too soon he’s knows he’s got about three seconds left and the one thing he’s grateful for is that she’s there as well.
And then everything dissolves into heat and pressure and he’s gone.
When his head clears a bit, he realises he’s got to be almost crushing her against the bulkhead, slumped as they are, but it’s hard to move and Kara’s arms are heavy around his neck. He also realises he’s practically still clothed, and he should probably be embarrassed that the whole thing took about five minutes, but Kara doesn’t seem to be complaining.
All he’s really disappointed about is that he didn’t get to see her breasts again, but maybe there’ll be a next time, and she’s got a bite mark on her neck that he put there and that makes him happy.
He’s not sorry, not one bit.
“Breathe, Kara,” he says, and she laughs, still gasping, a sheen of sweat at her hairline.
“Feeling alive, Lee?” she asks, and he grins.
“Better than I have in weeks.”
She huffs. “Good. Now get off me. We have work to do.”
He pulls away from her reluctantly, and busies himself cleaning and buttoning up as best he can, watching as she does the same. “Starbuck. Always the soldier.”
“Not quite always,” she retorts, her eyes dancing and frak, he’d do her again already if he had that kind of stamina. “But right now Gaeta’s pissing me off, so we have that motherfrakker to take down - ”
“We?”
“You and me,” Kara replies, and her smile is bright as she reaches for her gun belt, clipping it on with practiced efficiency. “Always.”
And in that moment, he believes her.
*
That pretty much sums up my thoughts for the episode.
Although I hate timezone differences, because I'm flailing helplessly and practically everyone's gone to bed!