Horsing Around, Pt 1, PG13word_vomityJanuary 18 2012, 17:06:31 UTC
"Stop!" Lee snapped irritably as another wad of paper whizzed by his head.
From her precarious perch across the room on her chair, of which only one leg was currently grounded, she sighed heavily.
"But I'm sooo frakking bored, Lee! I thought this was gonna be a fun detail. We're on a luxury liner for God's sake and all you wanna do is work!"
"We're not here on leave, Kara. We here FOR work. Important work." He pointed out, though he knew she was well aware of the stakes already. Sometimes, he wondered whether she pushed him just to her his refusals. "Besides, if you helped out a bit instead of sitting over there defying the laws of gravity, this would go a lot faster."
She wrinkled her nose at him. "But I hate paperwork."
"I know. And it's a fact that I've been more than happy to overlook consider the quality of the paperwork you actually do, but if you're just gonna whine at me about handling BOTH of our portions of this detail, then all bets are off."
"Hey!" She dropped back down to stabilize herself. "Who does more of the grunt work in the field, huh? You're always sending me on the crap recons that you hate. And by the way, I seem to recall saving your ass at the bar today as well. So feel free to drop the martyr act anytime."
He sighed and continued his work. She was right. She did pull the lion's weight when it came to field work. Frak, he groaned inwardly, he really hated when she was right.
"This room sucks." She added looking around. "Couldn't you have gotten us something a little swankier? The president has a mini-bar AND a hot tub. What's the use of those stripes if you don't use 'em to pull rank now and again?"
He flashed her a dirty look at the insinuation that he'd use his place of power for his own gain. "You're welcome to go back to your own room, Kara, if mine's not up to your high, high standards."
Even as he was finishing his sentence, however, he was hit square in the mouth with another wad of paper. Her laughter at his surprised expression filled the tiny room.
"No thanks, sir. I think I'm good here."
After a minute or two of silence, she figured he was ignoring her and went back to balancing herself on the chair. When an incoming projectile came into sight from her peripheral, she jumped just enough to upset her tenuous balancing act. Her chair toppled clumsily and sent her careening to the ground with an audible thump, the harmless wad of paper landing softly on her chest.
Taking a moment to check that all her pieces were in working order, she groaned angrily. Lee was at her side already, apologies falling from his mouth faster than she could take them in.
"I'm so sorry, Kara! My gods, are you alright?" His hands were relentless over her arms and legs, checking for damage.
She pushed him away angrily as she sat up. "If you care to remember, I was recently in a horrific VIPER CRASH, you know?!"
He blanched, "I know, frak I...Is your knee OK?" His hands shot out to trace around the area gingerly.
She wasn't hurt, maybe her pride a little, but he didn't need to know that just yet, so when his hands connected with the flesh of her knee, she gave, what she considered, a fairly convincing hiss of pain.
"Frak! Lemme just..." He reached out to lift her into a fireman's carry before placing her tenderly onto the bed. She was so shocked at the action that she only had time to sputter before she found herself sitting on the edge, him kneeling in front of her tugging up her pant leg anxiously.
"Lee," she yelped, as his fingers brushed her bare skin.
"Can you straighten it?" The concern she noticed in his eyes was overwhelming. She was reminded of a conversation she'd overheard after her return. Skulls and Racetrack were whispering about the amount of fuel reserves he'd used up trying to find her when she'd been on that moon and how the president had torn into him and the admiral about it.
Lifting her eyes to his, she asked softly, "Can you grab me some ice?"
Re: Horsing Around, Pt 2, PG13word_vomityJanuary 18 2012, 17:07:42 UTC
She grinned when he jumped to attention at the request. She decided that she kinda liked it when he followed her orders. Tonight was looking more interesting by the moment actually, she decided. He returned quickly, with the ice wrapped tightly into a washcloth. Sitting beside her, he handed her the pack.
"Thanks." She smiled at him warmly, before immediately reaching to pull at the back of his collar and pouring the entire contents of the pack into his uniform. He immediately jumped in shock at the icy sensation but before he had the chance to un-tuck his shirt and let the ice out, she tackled him onto the bed, holding him down as he shrieked and struggled against the cold assault of the now melting ice against his back.
"You are such a brat." He bit out, trying to push her off.
"Say you're sorry!" She laughed, reaching to tickle his sides.
Their hands parried for dominance as she climbed over him to gain leverage. "I'm sorry," he choked breathlessly through his laughter. She relented to let him speak. Only Kara knew just how ticklish he actually was. "I'm sorry," he continued seriously, "that you have such shitty balance."
"Oh you're dead, Adama!" She promised, pining his hands on either side of his head and holding him still.
"Lemme up," he begged, arching to throw her off. But she was ready and fought him back down. Smiling she just held onto him, happy to let the ice do to its work. "Frak, Kara! It's cold!"
Grinning, she nodded. "I know. Now say you're sorry."
"I hate you," he lied, wrestling for control, just enough to make a good show of it.
"Sure you do, big guy." She laughed, reaching down to pinch one of his now tight nipples.
"Fine," he squeaked, "I'm sorry, OK? I'm sorry! Now let me up!"
Placated, she rolled to the side and watched as jumped to his feet and tugged his jacket and shirts completely off.
"Ahh," He sighed in relief as the cubes tumbled harmlessly to the floor. Collapsing back on the bed beside her, he was still laughing. "You are the devil, you know that right?"
Pleased with herself, she nodded her agreement. "I love you too, Captain."
"Suck up all you want," he told her, reaching out to poke her side playfully. "You're still sleeping in the wet spot."
Stilling his hand with hers, she turned onto her side towards him. He mirrored the move.
"Dream on, flyboy." She taunted, tweaking his nipple roughly again. He groaned at the contact, his eyes shutting tight in pleasure.
"Frak, Kara. Cut it out or I'm retaliating in kind."
She smiled, "Oh I frakking dare you. You think the ice was bad, just wait."
He laughed, collapsing onto his back. "I'm not scared of you."
Snorting, she crawled over him to get off the bed. "Liar." She teased, tossing a stray cube from the floor at him.
"C'mon," She begged. "Can we go do something fun now? Please."
Sighing heavily, he pulled himself up. "Fine. Only because it's obvious you're not gonna let me get anything done here."
As he picked up and shook out his discarded clothes, his mind was racing with ways to get her back. First the hose, then the paper wads, and now this? Oh, she really deserved it.
From across the room, she surreptiously rubbed the new bruise forming on her backside.
Re: Horsing Around, Pt 2, PG13kl_shipper1January 18 2012, 20:43:47 UTC
This is so delightful! Pilots being playful and happy and pouring ice down Lee's back-- what more can you ask for?
I miss these pilots. They never fail to make me all smiley and warm. But that's why I love fanfic so much-- we can get a little snapshot of carefree pilots without a touch of angst. And you did it wonderfully! :D
From her precarious perch across the room on her chair, of which only one leg was currently grounded, she sighed heavily.
"But I'm sooo frakking bored, Lee! I thought this was gonna be a fun detail. We're on a luxury liner for God's sake and all you wanna do is work!"
"We're not here on leave, Kara. We here FOR work. Important work." He pointed out, though he knew she was well aware of the stakes already. Sometimes, he wondered whether she pushed him just to her his refusals. "Besides, if you helped out a bit instead of sitting over there defying the laws of gravity, this would go a lot faster."
She wrinkled her nose at him. "But I hate paperwork."
"I know. And it's a fact that I've been more than happy to overlook consider the quality of the paperwork you actually do, but if you're just gonna whine at me about handling BOTH of our portions of this detail, then all bets are off."
"Hey!" She dropped back down to stabilize herself. "Who does more of the grunt work in the field, huh? You're always sending me on the crap recons that you hate. And by the way, I seem to recall saving your ass at the bar today as well. So feel free to drop the martyr act anytime."
He sighed and continued his work. She was right. She did pull the lion's weight when it came to field work. Frak, he groaned inwardly, he really hated when she was right.
"This room sucks." She added looking around. "Couldn't you have gotten us something a little swankier? The president has a mini-bar AND a hot tub. What's the use of those stripes if you don't use 'em to pull rank now and again?"
He flashed her a dirty look at the insinuation that he'd use his place of power for his own gain. "You're welcome to go back to your own room, Kara, if mine's not up to your high, high standards."
Even as he was finishing his sentence, however, he was hit square in the mouth with another wad of paper. Her laughter at his surprised expression filled the tiny room.
"No thanks, sir. I think I'm good here."
After a minute or two of silence, she figured he was ignoring her and went back to balancing herself on the chair. When an incoming projectile came into sight from her peripheral, she jumped just enough to upset her tenuous balancing act. Her chair toppled clumsily and sent her careening to the ground with an audible thump, the harmless wad of paper landing softly on her chest.
Taking a moment to check that all her pieces were in working order, she groaned angrily. Lee was at her side already, apologies falling from his mouth faster than she could take them in.
"I'm so sorry, Kara! My gods, are you alright?" His hands were relentless over her arms and legs, checking for damage.
She pushed him away angrily as she sat up. "If you care to remember, I was recently in a horrific VIPER CRASH, you know?!"
He blanched, "I know, frak I...Is your knee OK?" His hands shot out to trace around the area gingerly.
She wasn't hurt, maybe her pride a little, but he didn't need to know that just yet, so when his hands connected with the flesh of her knee, she gave, what she considered, a fairly convincing hiss of pain.
"Frak! Lemme just..." He reached out to lift her into a fireman's carry before placing her tenderly onto the bed. She was so shocked at the action that she only had time to sputter before she found herself sitting on the edge, him kneeling in front of her tugging up her pant leg anxiously.
"Lee," she yelped, as his fingers brushed her bare skin.
"Can you straighten it?" The concern she noticed in his eyes was overwhelming. She was reminded of a conversation she'd overheard after her return. Skulls and Racetrack were whispering about the amount of fuel reserves he'd used up trying to find her when she'd been on that moon and how the president had torn into him and the admiral about it.
Lifting her eyes to his, she asked softly, "Can you grab me some ice?"
Reply
"Thanks." She smiled at him warmly, before immediately reaching to pull at the back of his collar and pouring the entire contents of the pack into his uniform. He immediately jumped in shock at the icy sensation but before he had the chance to un-tuck his shirt and let the ice out, she tackled him onto the bed, holding him down as he shrieked and struggled against the cold assault of the now melting ice against his back.
"You are such a brat." He bit out, trying to push her off.
"Say you're sorry!" She laughed, reaching to tickle his sides.
Their hands parried for dominance as she climbed over him to gain leverage. "I'm sorry," he choked breathlessly through his laughter. She relented to let him speak. Only Kara knew just how ticklish he actually was. "I'm sorry," he continued seriously, "that you have such shitty balance."
"Oh you're dead, Adama!" She promised, pining his hands on either side of his head and holding him still.
"Lemme up," he begged, arching to throw her off. But she was ready and fought him back down. Smiling she just held onto him, happy to let the ice do to its work. "Frak, Kara! It's cold!"
Grinning, she nodded. "I know. Now say you're sorry."
"I hate you," he lied, wrestling for control, just enough to make a good show of it.
"Sure you do, big guy." She laughed, reaching down to pinch one of his now tight nipples.
"Fine," he squeaked, "I'm sorry, OK? I'm sorry! Now let me up!"
Placated, she rolled to the side and watched as jumped to his feet and tugged his jacket and shirts completely off.
"Ahh," He sighed in relief as the cubes tumbled harmlessly to the floor. Collapsing back on the bed beside her, he was still laughing. "You are the devil, you know that right?"
Pleased with herself, she nodded her agreement. "I love you too, Captain."
"Suck up all you want," he told her, reaching out to poke her side playfully. "You're still sleeping in the wet spot."
Stilling his hand with hers, she turned onto her side towards him. He mirrored the move.
"Dream on, flyboy." She taunted, tweaking his nipple roughly again. He groaned at the contact, his eyes shutting tight in pleasure.
"Frak, Kara. Cut it out or I'm retaliating in kind."
She smiled, "Oh I frakking dare you. You think the ice was bad, just wait."
He laughed, collapsing onto his back. "I'm not scared of you."
Snorting, she crawled over him to get off the bed. "Liar." She teased, tossing a stray cube from the floor at him.
"C'mon," She begged. "Can we go do something fun now? Please."
Sighing heavily, he pulled himself up. "Fine. Only because it's obvious you're not gonna let me get anything done here."
As he picked up and shook out his discarded clothes, his mind was racing with ways to get her back. First the hose, then the paper wads, and now this? Oh, she really deserved it.
From across the room, she surreptiously rubbed the new bruise forming on her backside.
Secretly, they both decided, this wasn't over.
Reply
Reply
Thank you!
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Thank you!!
Reply
Reply
I haven't been able to play around here much lately and I really missed it. Yay applecart!
Reply
I miss these pilots. They never fail to make me all smiley and warm. But that's why I love fanfic so much-- we can get a little snapshot of carefree pilots without a touch of angst. And you did it wonderfully! :D
Reply
Reply
Reply
Thank you.
Reply
Reply
Thank you for reading!
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment