R&R
Title: R&R
Words: ~1000
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Written for the no_takebacks porn battle for the prompt "A bunch of pilots get leave time (Kara and Lee included, duh) and, instead of just sitting around drinking, they go to a dance club on Could Nine"
It wasn’t fair to say Lee had terrible taste in clothes-he’d come to Galactica with no spare outfit, no idea the worlds were about to end-he’d had to cobble together his outfits from civvies left behind after a good day for the cylons. Still, Kara thought as she hovered by the bar, he should have a better sense of what went together. He wore a green t-shirt (too loose to show off anything good), tucked into a pair of brown corduroy pants with a hideous belt buckle, and a pair of shoes that needed to be burned RFN.
What genuinely surprised Kara though, was not the fact that the CAG had gotten down off his high horse and come out dancing on Cloud 9 (It’s our first night of R&R in months, Lee, what are you gonna do? Lie in your rack and stare at the ceiling?), but that he was actually out on the dance floor with the rest of the squadron. More than that, he was actually pretty good.
And then he turned, and Kara suddenly saw the appeal to those pants. They were just a bit too snug in the back and they showed off a few of Apollo’s assets quite nicely. Not that she hadn’t seen that before, and more of it (nudity, battlestar, it’s a thing), but combined with the way he was moving… well she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Maybe those pants weren’t so bad after all.
It wasn’t until he spun again, his eyes meeting hers across the room that she realized she’d just been standing there, staring openly at Lee’s ass. Fortunately, Lee himself seemed oblivious; he was too busy trying to ward off Shocker, who was trying to drape herself over him. He shot her a look from the floor, as if to say save me.
A hero’s work is never done, Kara laughed to herself and tossed back the last shot before heading over to the dance floor. She slid easily between Shocker and Apollo, her hip brushing against his as it did. “Who knew you could dance, Lee,” she mused, raising her voice over the sound of the music.
“My mother made me take dance lessons.”
Kara raised an eyebrow.
Lee deflated a bit. “Ballroom dance.”
Kara laughed loudly, and let herself get lost in the music. In the crush of people she found herself pressed up against Lee time and again, their bodies moving together in time to the music. She didn’t know how long they were out there, with her heart pounding so hard she could hear blood rushing in her ears, before an overly enthusiastic Hot Dog bumped into her, shoving her up against Lee. Caught off guard, Lee’s hands came up, wrapping around Kara’s waist to steady her.
As Kara’s thigh pressed against his groin she could feel that he was rock hard. She bit back a groan at the thought. Lee Adama was hard. For her? She looked up, to see Lee’s gaze dipping down to the neckline of her black silk top, fixated on the bit of cleavage that was expose. Yup. Definitely for her. His eyes skipped back up to meet hers, dark and wide with lust.
Shit. He wanted her, maybe as much as she wanted him. There were a million reasons they should not do this, but they were lost in the pulse of the music. This was a night off-from cylons, from imminent death, from shifts and duty and maybe even themselves and the frakked up line they’d set up between themselves that couldn’t be crossed. Her eyes locked onto his with deadly aim. “Room?”
“Gods yes,” he breathed.
The next few minutes seemed to happen in fast forward and didn’t slow until the hatch slammed shut behind them and Lee practically tackled Kara onto the bed. Kara let out an exhilarated laugh as Lee’s weight pressed her down into the bed. Lee kissed her soundly and she wrapped one leg around his waist, pulling him closer wanting to feel his hardness against her, wanting to feel that he wanted this, wanted her.
As Lee unbuttoned her top, she tugged the green shirt out from his pants and over his head and into some far corner of the room. They made short work of each other’s shoes and pants and underwear and soon they were lying naked and breathless on top of the most comfortable bed Kara had lay on, possibly ever.
Kara pushed them over until Lee was lying on his back and she straddled his hips. One of Lee’s hands settled on her hip, the other sliding between her legs, brushing through her slick folds. His jaw dropped, feeling just how wet she was. “Frak, Kara,” he murmured in awe.
“That’s the idea,” she said with a grin. Kara wrapped one hand around his cock and his hips jumped against her touch. She wanted to tease him, see if she could make him beg for her, but the need to have him inside her RFN overrode every other thought in her head and she guided him into her and sank down over him. Kara moaned as she felt him filling her.
If arranging for a room had happened in fast forward, the next few moments happened in slow motion. Lee’s hands came up to grasp Kara’s hips, holding her steady like he just wanted to feel her around him and nothing else. His eyes drifted up from where they were joined, up her torso, lingering for a moment on her breasts, before meeting hers again. He reached up and pulled her down to him, kissing her again.
The kiss was different, slow and smoldering like they had all the time in the worlds. Kara let her eyes flutter shut, brushing her hands over Lee’s chest and just feeling the heat of his skin against hers. Finally, she started to move, rocking up and down. Lee found a rhythm that complemented hers, hips jolting and thrusting into her in a delicious pace that had her panting and moaning and screaming his name when her climax slammed through her.
Her limbs went liquid as pleasure hummed in her veins. Lee rolled, trapping her underneath him as he started to pound into her. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her like his life depended on it, until he finally came with Kara’s name on his lips.
Breath calming and sweat cooling on their skin, Lee lay with his head on her shoulder and his thigh pressed between her legs. He looked like he was about to fall asleep right then and there. More than that, he looked content… happier than she’d seen him in a long time. Kara’d always assumed that sleeping with Lee would bring with it guilt and blame and more complications than she’d ever want to deal with…and maybe in the morning it would, but right now… she just felt relaxed.
When they finally untangled themselves, Kara padded across the room to the pile of their clothes. As she scooped up random articles, looking for her underwear, she found Lee’s pants. She held them up considering the brown corduroy thinking back to the dance floor. The pants, she realized, did nothing for Lee, but Lee did everything for the pants.
Words: ~1000
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Written for the no_takebacks porn battle for the prompt "A bunch of pilots get leave time (Kara and Lee included, duh) and, instead of just sitting around drinking, they go to a dance club on Could Nine"
It wasn’t fair to say Lee had terrible taste in clothes-he’d come to Galactica with no spare outfit, no idea the worlds were about to end-he’d had to cobble together his outfits from civvies left behind after a good day for the cylons. Still, Kara thought as she hovered by the bar, he should have a better sense of what went together. He wore a green t-shirt (too loose to show off anything good), tucked into a pair of brown corduroy pants with a hideous belt buckle, and a pair of shoes that needed to be burned RFN.
What genuinely surprised Kara though, was not the fact that the CAG had gotten down off his high horse and come out dancing on Cloud 9 (It’s our first night of R&R in months, Lee, what are you gonna do? Lie in your rack and stare at the ceiling?), but that he was actually out on the dance floor with the rest of the squadron. More than that, he was actually pretty good.
And then he turned, and Kara suddenly saw the appeal to those pants. They were just a bit too snug in the back and they showed off a few of Apollo’s assets quite nicely. Not that she hadn’t seen that before, and more of it (nudity, battlestar, it’s a thing), but combined with the way he was moving… well she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Maybe those pants weren’t so bad after all.
It wasn’t until he spun again, his eyes meeting hers across the room that she realized she’d just been standing there, staring openly at Lee’s ass. Fortunately, Lee himself seemed oblivious; he was too busy trying to ward off Shocker, who was trying to drape herself over him. He shot her a look from the floor, as if to say save me.
A hero’s work is never done, Kara laughed to herself and tossed back the last shot before heading over to the dance floor. She slid easily between Shocker and Apollo, her hip brushing against his as it did. “Who knew you could dance, Lee,” she mused, raising her voice over the sound of the music.
“My mother made me take dance lessons.”
Kara raised an eyebrow.
Lee deflated a bit. “Ballroom dance.”
Kara laughed loudly, and let herself get lost in the music. In the crush of people she found herself pressed up against Lee time and again, their bodies moving together in time to the music. She didn’t know how long they were out there, with her heart pounding so hard she could hear blood rushing in her ears, before an overly enthusiastic Hot Dog bumped into her, shoving her up against Lee. Caught off guard, Lee’s hands came up, wrapping around Kara’s waist to steady her.
As Kara’s thigh pressed against his groin she could feel that he was rock hard. She bit back a groan at the thought. Lee Adama was hard. For her? She looked up, to see Lee’s gaze dipping down to the neckline of her black silk top, fixated on the bit of cleavage that was expose. Yup. Definitely for her. His eyes skipped back up to meet hers, dark and wide with lust.
Shit. He wanted her, maybe as much as she wanted him. There were a million reasons they should not do this, but they were lost in the pulse of the music. This was a night off-from cylons, from imminent death, from shifts and duty and maybe even themselves and the frakked up line they’d set up between themselves that couldn’t be crossed. Her eyes locked onto his with deadly aim. “Room?”
“Gods yes,” he breathed.
The next few minutes seemed to happen in fast forward and didn’t slow until the hatch slammed shut behind them and Lee practically tackled Kara onto the bed. Kara let out an exhilarated laugh as Lee’s weight pressed her down into the bed. Lee kissed her soundly and she wrapped one leg around his waist, pulling him closer wanting to feel his hardness against her, wanting to feel that he wanted this, wanted her.
As Lee unbuttoned her top, she tugged the green shirt out from his pants and over his head and into some far corner of the room. They made short work of each other’s shoes and pants and underwear and soon they were lying naked and breathless on top of the most comfortable bed Kara had lay on, possibly ever.
Kara pushed them over until Lee was lying on his back and she straddled his hips. One of Lee’s hands settled on her hip, the other sliding between her legs, brushing through her slick folds. His jaw dropped, feeling just how wet she was. “Frak, Kara,” he murmured in awe.
“That’s the idea,” she said with a grin. Kara wrapped one hand around his cock and his hips jumped against her touch. She wanted to tease him, see if she could make him beg for her, but the need to have him inside her RFN overrode every other thought in her head and she guided him into her and sank down over him. Kara moaned as she felt him filling her.
If arranging for a room had happened in fast forward, the next few moments happened in slow motion. Lee’s hands came up to grasp Kara’s hips, holding her steady like he just wanted to feel her around him and nothing else. His eyes drifted up from where they were joined, up her torso, lingering for a moment on her breasts, before meeting hers again. He reached up and pulled her down to him, kissing her again.
The kiss was different, slow and smoldering like they had all the time in the worlds. Kara let her eyes flutter shut, brushing her hands over Lee’s chest and just feeling the heat of his skin against hers. Finally, she started to move, rocking up and down. Lee found a rhythm that complemented hers, hips jolting and thrusting into her in a delicious pace that had her panting and moaning and screaming his name when her climax slammed through her.
Her limbs went liquid as pleasure hummed in her veins. Lee rolled, trapping her underneath him as he started to pound into her. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her like his life depended on it, until he finally came with Kara’s name on his lips.
Breath calming and sweat cooling on their skin, Lee lay with his head on her shoulder and his thigh pressed between her legs. He looked like he was about to fall asleep right then and there. More than that, he looked content… happier than she’d seen him in a long time. Kara’d always assumed that sleeping with Lee would bring with it guilt and blame and more complications than she’d ever want to deal with…and maybe in the morning it would, but right now… she just felt relaxed.
When they finally untangled themselves, Kara padded across the room to the pile of their clothes. As she scooped up random articles, looking for her underwear, she found Lee’s pants. She held them up considering the brown corduroy thinking back to the dance floor. The pants, she realized, did nothing for Lee, but Lee did everything for the pants.