Dr. Big Mouth Baltar's One Good Deed
Author: word_vomity
Title: Dr. Big Mouth Baltar's One Good Deed
Characters/Pairings: Kara/Lee
Rating: NC 17
Total Word Count: 4,026
Summary: Lee finds out about Kara's slip during her night with Baltar.
Spoilers: Through Season 1, Colonial Day
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Total own-age for Ron & Crew.
Lee was stalking the halls of Galactica for her like a lion hunting its next meal. Hungry. Angry. Bewildered. Feral.
On his way to self defense class he'd come across an extremely intoxicated Gaius Baltar who'd revealed something that Lee knew couldn't be accurate in any universe. He knew that he should stop and let this information sink in, figure out how to deal with it. But the memory of the blind rage that had enveloped him when he'd found out about their tryst, drove him on in his search for the truth. It didn't take long to track her down. He knew her routes, her haunts, her steps even sounded different to his ears than the rest of the crews' did. He found her swaggering lazily towards the gym. A head of messy golden tendrils among the drab gray of the halls. Sweats and sports bra. Boxing gloves around her neck. Probably going to spar with Helo. His mind checked off these details unconsciously but they barely registered. His mind intent on only one thing. Could it be true?
"Heard a rumor about you" Lee called out, jogging to keep up with her through the decks. He couldn't wait. After everything that had happened since Colonial Day, their fight, and Caprica, he needed to know if he'd been wrong about everything the whole time. He was possessed with his knowledge. Overflowing with it. It was spilling from his ears and eyes and soon, he knew, his mouth. He couldn't contain it. He was an overdue volcano.
Kara slowed for him. "Oh goody! I love rumors." All bravado and smiles as usual, but Lee watched it in a different light this time; wondering . . . praying.
"Not this one you won't" He promised. He knew it was unfair to call her on this in a public hallway. She wasn't prepared, but he was helpless to prevent it. His willpower shredded.
"Oh frak, I'm not a cylon am I?" She pouted. “I was a frakking cylon last week!”
“Worse.” He told her boldly. “You're hung up on me.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her carefree demeanor remained. That wasn't exactly a new rumor among the fleet, though neither she nor Lee had ever mentioned their knowledge of its existence to each other. “Oh Gods, that is bad. Who came to that genius conclusion?” Trademark smirk firmly in place.
Lee stood staring her down as she continued walking away from him. Again, away from him and towards another man. His body rigid and tense. Eyes hungry to to drink in her every reaction to his revelation, he called out after her, “That genius would be Vice President Baltar.”
She turned from a vibrant Lieutenant, bad-ass folk hero of the Colonial Fleet, God to the nuggets, and Starbuck to what was left of humanity; into a scared and uncertain child in the span of a moment. Her body froze. Her head snapped up to search his expression. Her eyes widened in fear at what she saw there. Confirmation. Her greatest fear recognized.
He read enough in that look to confirm Baltar's story. The knowledge allowed a handful of sense to rush back to him. He saw her crumple before his eyes and contrite at his callous treatment of her reached out gently to lead her into a storage room just off the causeway, providing her the privacy he realized was necessary for this conversation. He dogged the hatch behind them and gently turned her to him. With reason flooding back into his previously dormant brain, he saw a vulnerability in her that she'd never allowed him to see before. Even with Zack, when she'd been so much more open and happy and soft, he'd still never seen her so unguarded. It scared him. He felt ashamed and proud that he’d been the one to strip her so bare.
She looked up at him hesitantly and again confirmed in his eyes the knowledge she knew she'd find there. She nodded slowly. “He told you.” She stated it simply. A fact.
“He told me.”
He could see her fighting to pick up the pieces of her shattered pride and trying like hell to regain some footing. “So what's the plan now, Lee? Want to head over to the flight deck so you can accuse me of being a whore in front of the entire crew again? I thought we were past this! I can't take it back. I can't change it. So why the frak are you still accosting me in hallways about this?”
“Damn it Kara, don't you think this changes things?” He growled back.
“What would it change?!" She challenged. Imposing and fiery in her desperate anger. "I was drunk. You looked good that night. Baltar wasn't getting the job done so I improvised. For Gods sake, look at you! I'm sure I'm not the only girl on board that's used your mental image to get off. It meant nothing. It changes nothing!” He could almost see her walls clicking silently back into place.
Lee invaded her space, anger and jealousy at the reminder of her with another undeserving man again robbing him of reason. He backed her slowly against the wall. “Don't you dare frakking pull that with me right now, Kara. You go ahead and play your games with the rest of the world. Don't try it with me. I know you. And I know better.” He bit out harshly. Seeing her begin to bristle in preparation for battle, he immediately he regretted his strategy and changed tactics. His voice dropping low and husky. “Stop. Just stop a minute, Kara. I'm not here to fight with you. You think I don't know what it means when a woman cries out another man's name when she comes?” He breathed thickly into her ear. When she made no answer, he placed both hands to the wall over her head, effectively caging her in and leaned his body into hers. Her hands, still undecided on their will, reached up to rest lightly on his hips neither pulling them closer, nor pushing away. Simply holding him in place. The few inches between them both too much and not enough.
“What I don't understand is why you frakked him if you wanted me. I was there Kara. Don't pretend not to know how I feel about you. We both know I don't hide it well.” His mouth was so close to hers he was almost skimming her lips each time he spoke. “If you wanted me, you knew I was willing. I've always been willing.” He was too close, she couldn't think. Her senses were on overload. Her mouth had gone dry and when she unconsciously licked her lips to wet them, his gaze tore from her eyes and froze on her full lips. They drew him in and he instinctively reached out to the comfort he knew they could offer. When he leaned to close the scant distance left between them, anger flared in her gut and she erupted propelling him back.
“Frak you, Lee! Now? Now you make a move! Yeah I know how you feel. You stare at me like I'm the last bottle of ambrosia left in the worlds. You always have! Of course I know! It drives me crazy! Turns me on day and night! For years, every time I'm around you're eye-frakking me to within an inch of my will power and you've never once did a damn thing about it! And Colonial Day you walked away! AGAIN! Left me wanting you AGAIN! You wouldn't man up and get over your hangups about us. So I found comfort where I could. Don't you dare expect me to apologize for that!” Her tirade growing she began pushing him backwards, she began pushing him backwards angrily, her fury filling the room until he had nowhere fit himself in it. Her palms connecting with his chest propelling him into containers, walls, the hatch. “I could frak the entire Gods damned fleet, screaming your name every frakking time and you still wouldn't have a say because you care more about your duty and honor to a memory than you care about me! He's dead, Lee!” Her fury diminished by the grief of Zack's memory, her explosion ended as quickly as it had begun. She turned from him to hide her tears in exasperation.
Her back to him, she let out a slow breath, “He's dead and we're here. I loved him. Don't ever think I didn't. But we both know that you and I . . .” she faltered, unable to articulate her thoughts. “We're . . . we . . .I don't know what we are.”
Lee quietly approached her from behind and wrapped his arm around her waist cautiously, his hands covering the bare expanse of her belly. His head dropping to rest in the hollow of her neck, “We're right.” He finished for her. “We belong to each other.”
“Yeah.” She softly agreed, shaking in his arms. "We do." Her head falling back to open her neck to his mouth as it latched slowly onto her pulse point. Hot, open-mouthed kisses drugging her senses. His hands mapping the tight muscles and contours of her stomach, her skin like fire to his touch igniting a primal urge to brand her as his own. Turning their heads to meet on cue, she pulled his mouth to hers as his questing fingers slipped up her lithe body to cup her breasts. She feasted on his mouth. His lips like sweet ambrosia. She delved deeper to taste all of him. Her tongue seeking out his and tangling with it wetly in the otherwise silent room. She was quickly losing focus on their conversation to the feel of his fingers sliding under her bra to the tight buds of her nipples and the friction he was creating with his hardness pressed tight to her from behind. Turning completely for better access to his skin, she shuddered at the loss of his mouth for even the moment it took her to find him again. So when he freed his mouth and again trapped her against the wall, she could only focus on pulling his swollen lips back to hers. Her brain reduced to only the most simple of thoughts like "yes" and "more". He resisted. He held her off and trapped her greedy hands by the wrists above her on the wall.
“Wait” He panted, taking heaving gulps of oxygen to calm his own raging desire for her. “Just wait and listen. You're right. I was a coward and I let the past hold me back from taking what I wanted. But I also held back because I didn't know for sure what you wanted. Now I do.” He drawled in a voice that was pure sex. To prove his point he let his gaze travel slowly to take in her wet, bruised lips, the tight nipples poking out from half removed sports bra, and her heaving chest fighting to suck in enough air to control her body. He slid his thigh slowly between her legs lifting it into the juncture of her thighs. Her gasp at the intimate contact filled the room. He continued. “I was stupid not to see it, but I didn't know for sure. Now that we're both fully aware,” He crooned, gently thrusting his own arousal against her, “what the other wants, and I'm done being honorable about it. You will not let another piece of scum like Gauis frakking Baltar near your body.”
He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist, opening her to his welcome thrusts. She was trembling and let out a ragged sob at the contact. Even through his own shorts and her sweatpants he could feel the heat building where she rubbed mindlessly against him. “I will no longer refrain from 'manning up' as you so eloquently put it. And when you catch me eye frakking you across the room, you will no longer need willpower to restrain yourself. No more excuses. No takebacks. You're mine. I'm yours. You'll still be screaming my name when you come but from now on, that will only be with me. Isn't that right, Kara?”
Her lust drugged mind struggled to focus on his words and she again tried pull away from the wall for his kiss. He leaned away, evading her pursuit. His gaze steely and stern. His jaw clenched with barely checked restraint. “Isn't.” Thrust. “That.” Thrust “Right.” Thrust “Lieutenant?” Each thrust earning him a gasping moan like the sweetest music to his ears. He could tell she was close to losing what little control she had left and he wanted nothing more than to give her that release but he needed her to say the words. The fire of her insolent nature flared in her eyes. "Gods Lee, do you ever shut up?!" His willpower was slipping. His control tenuous at best. He wasn't used to being so aggressive with women but Kara had the ability to make him mindless. He pulled away from her tempting form at great personal cost and waited.
She pulled herself back into coherence with difficulty to meet his eyes. He knew the control she was granting him over her body was rare and that it was only her overwhelming arousal that kept her momentarily compliant. He feared removing his touch would allow her nature to overcome that arousal. But his fear was warrant-less. She was far past the point of being able to end this. She had never been so turned on by anyone before and would have given him much more than he was asking for to have his touch again. “That's right, Lee.” she babbled “Gods, frak! That's right, now get back here! Please! I need you! I'm so close Lee!” And even as she was mouthing his name he was back on her, tearing her bra off, ripping her sweatpants down her legs and hauling her against his body. Again pinning her arms and mauling her delicious mouth as she writhed against his solid length, her panties and his shorts the only thing between them. Desperately shoving his shorts and briefs down his thighs, he quickly cut those barriers in half, freeing himself to stimulate her molten center in earnest.
He lifted and dropped her repeatedly, sliding against her in sinfully long strokes. Kara was lost in the stars. Her body a supernova beneath his possessive ministrations. She generally wouldn't stand for such a display of ownership. She liked being the one to hold the reins but with Lee, his control over her body was like a lightening rod straight to her core. She was helpless to resist it. Truthfully, she craved it. She only wanted more. Meeting his gaze she begged, "Do it, Lee! Make me come for you! Make me yours! Please!" Her voice didn't sound her own. Her words too honest.
He suddenly let her slide down his body, one of her legs dropping to the ground to hold her. His hand slipped inside her panties to find her impossibly slick. “Lee! Yes, please!” Her plaintive cries driving him on and her towards a violently intense release. He parted her folds and dipped his thick fingers into her. “Mine” he rasped as his mouth latched onto her breast and sought her rosy nipple. “Mine! Mine! Mine!” His mantra timed perfectly with his finger's thrusts. She could no longer hold back her pleasure and as she felt her body begin shaking in orgasm, she heard herself unwittingly groaning his name to the Gods, both reverent and vulnerable. She felt her channel pulsing around the intruding fingers and quaking with a prolonged released that shook her from the inside out. He held her through her climax, tongue worrying and teasing her nipples in turn as she continued thrashing on his fingertips. Finally releasing her arms, he let her collapse against him and tenderly eased his fingers from her body eliciting a quiet gasp against his neck and then another more surprised one when he brought those same fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “Gods Lee” she panted, “That's frakking hot. Give me a second here before you start doing things like that.”
He chuckled out his apology and lifting her pliant body, laid her down onto the bed of their discarded clothing beneath them. Lying on his side next to her, he propped himself on his elbow and continued running his free hand along her body. Although she was working to slow her heart and catch her breath his touches continued, oblivious to their counter productivity. He leaned down to lick a stripe of her exposed neck and growled into her ear, “I don't care what you did with him, hearing you come with my name on your lips is all I needed to forget it. Now that I know what it sounds like, he can say whatever the frak he wants, I've got all I need.”
She turned her head to his and met his eyes, “Please stop touching me for a minute, I need to be able to think and I can't when you're doing that.” He slowly removed his hand. “I was with someone . . . on Caprica.” She faltered. The words falling awkwardly from her lips. “He was a resistance fighter. He's a good man. It wasn't like . . . Baltar. I . . . care about him.” Lee's heart sank and he felt a sickness in his belly at the words. She quickly noticed and continued, “I care about him, but I love you. I promised that I'd go back for them. All of them. I plan to go back. I want to be with you, but I have to keep my word, Lee. I just . . . thought you should know.” She finished her confession lamely and immediately wished she could go back and revoke it. Explain it better . . . different. Everything had come out wrong.
But Lee lifted her face to his and gently kissed away her fears. “Kara, I'm not upset that you were with a good man that you cared about. I don't like to think about the fact that you were with anyone other than me, but I'm not angry about it. I was livid about Baltar because he's a selfish conceited prick who could never appreciate or deserve you. You were free when you were with Sam. Now you're spoken for. End of story.” At her quizzical expression when he mentioned Sam's name, he explained. “Helo told me.”
“Of course he did” She sighed. “Frakking interfering, toaster-lover.”
Lee grinned, reaching out to canvas her nearly naked form again. “I don't care, Kara. I just want you. I won't keep letting the past mess this up. Baltar. Sam.” He gulped. “Zak. This is us. Kara and Lee. Frak the rest.” He finished, tracing the lines of her thighs.
“Your father's gonna go ballistic.” She stated simply letting her legs fall open slightly as he continued lazily mapping her curves.
“Frak him” he smirked.
“Yeah but regs . . .” she started.
“Frak em!” he laughed.
“You can be a real superior asshole sometimes, you know that?” she snorted, turning towards him to run her hands along his stiff cock.
His eyes rolled up and closed at the contact. “Frak me.” he groaned.
“Yes, sir!” she laughed, as she pushed his shorts the rest of the way down his body and began stroking in earnest.
“Gods Kara,” He gasped as she worked him slowly from root to tip, “I want to take you in a rack, not on the dirty floor of some storage locker.
“Shift change,” she reminded him as she slid off her final piece of clothing. “Don't worry, you're gonna be taking me in our rack later,” she promised as she pulled him over her. “Honestly Lee, I couldn't care less where we are, I just need you inside me right now and if it's on a dirty floor, then it's just going to be on a dirty floor, Captain.”
Thankfully, he hadn't the ability to argue and as she opened herself to him, he could feel the tip of his length solidly rub against her wet center. It only took a slight wiggle from her hips to have him sliding inside. They held each others eyes as he filled her slowly, inch by inch memorizing the feel of it. When he'd stretched her tight channel to its depths she broke his gaze and cried out as she slammed her head backwards into the floor.
“Careful, baby” He pleaded. But she was beyond pain. She was pure sensation. Having him buried within her after years of lust building between them had her hotter than she'd ever been. “Don't stop” she begged harshly, raking her nails down his back and gripping him tightly against her. Her fervor drove him mad with desire to push her over the edge again. She whined and writhed against him as he pulled torturously slowly from her and waited for her eyes, when he had her full attention he slammed home, dragging a raw scream from her over-stimulated body.Hooking her knee with his elbow he continued his steady pace of slow hard strokes. She was dripping onto his cock. Her passion only drove him harder. Their bodies both slick with sweat slid together in perfect synchronization. She was a vice around him. Velvet and molten. He filled her like no man ever had. This is why, she thought. This is why we've never done this. We both knew there would be no going back from this. She wanted him to stay within her forever but she knew she was close. Her hips pistoning up as his slammed down to meet them. She raked her nails down his back grasping his ass with unforgiving violence to pull him harder into her. They were both teetering on the edge of bliss wanting to prolonged their joy for another moment, both knowing that their crisis would not wait.
“Lee! Lee! I can't wait. Please! Now! Love you! Love you!” And with that she let go. Releasing her pleasure with a broken gasp and a drawn out sob of absolute adoration for the man above her. Her words pulled him over the precipice with her and he groaned out his joy as he filled her body with his seed, calling her name into the void of space. Filling its emptiness with his love.
Slowly they came back to themselves. Rolling their spent bodies, Lee collapsed into the ground beneath him and she onto his prone form, neither moving nor speaking. For a long time just running their hands and lips over each others exhausted bodies. Eventually she pushed herself up and smiled sweetly down at him. It lit the room. “I have CAP soon. My CAG is a real slave driver.” She chided gently as she cupped his face.
“Yeah?" He laughed as he stroked lightly up and down her thighs. "Well the way I hear it, he's gotta keep you busy or you get yourself into all kinds of trouble.”
She snorted, “Please, he just likes to keep tabs on me. Plus he knows I'm the best at what I do.”
“He's a smart man on both counts then” Lee agreed fervently sitting up to kiss her. “He should get a medal just for dealing with you.”
She laughingly climbed off his lap to pull on her clothes. He watched appreciatively. Once covered she sauntered over to him, pulled him up and ran her fingers down his chest to rest just above his suddenly very interested groin. Leaning into him she whispered, “Don't worry; I plan to reward him for his trouble in my own special way later.” Suddenly she was back to the Starbuck bravado and confidence they both loved. He felt himself stir at her brazen words. As he reached out for her, she slipped out of his grasp teasingly. "Sorry, sir. Like I said, CAP." And turning on her heel she strode out of the room leaving him naked, alone, and aroused.
Outside the door he heard Helo's voice, “Frak, Buck! Where ya been? I thought we were sparring?” As they walked away, Lee could just barely make out her response.
“Yeah well, I needed to manage a little damage control on the rumor mill. It seems President Baltar has been telling all sorts of stories about that pretty cylon wife of yours. It's none of my business, but if he was talking about my other half that way, I'd give him a serious lesson on manners, ya know?”
Lee laughed to himself as he pulled his shorts up. He flared with pride at her ability to exact such a neat double revenge plot with effortless simplicity. His pride quickly turned to fear when he recalled how often he found himself in her doghouse and immediately resolved to try a lot harder not to piss her off.
Title: Dr. Big Mouth Baltar's One Good Deed
Characters/Pairings: Kara/Lee
Rating: NC 17
Total Word Count: 4,026
Summary: Lee finds out about Kara's slip during her night with Baltar.
Spoilers: Through Season 1, Colonial Day
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Total own-age for Ron & Crew.
Lee was stalking the halls of Galactica for her like a lion hunting its next meal. Hungry. Angry. Bewildered. Feral.
On his way to self defense class he'd come across an extremely intoxicated Gaius Baltar who'd revealed something that Lee knew couldn't be accurate in any universe. He knew that he should stop and let this information sink in, figure out how to deal with it. But the memory of the blind rage that had enveloped him when he'd found out about their tryst, drove him on in his search for the truth. It didn't take long to track her down. He knew her routes, her haunts, her steps even sounded different to his ears than the rest of the crews' did. He found her swaggering lazily towards the gym. A head of messy golden tendrils among the drab gray of the halls. Sweats and sports bra. Boxing gloves around her neck. Probably going to spar with Helo. His mind checked off these details unconsciously but they barely registered. His mind intent on only one thing. Could it be true?
"Heard a rumor about you" Lee called out, jogging to keep up with her through the decks. He couldn't wait. After everything that had happened since Colonial Day, their fight, and Caprica, he needed to know if he'd been wrong about everything the whole time. He was possessed with his knowledge. Overflowing with it. It was spilling from his ears and eyes and soon, he knew, his mouth. He couldn't contain it. He was an overdue volcano.
Kara slowed for him. "Oh goody! I love rumors." All bravado and smiles as usual, but Lee watched it in a different light this time; wondering . . . praying.
"Not this one you won't" He promised. He knew it was unfair to call her on this in a public hallway. She wasn't prepared, but he was helpless to prevent it. His willpower shredded.
"Oh frak, I'm not a cylon am I?" She pouted. “I was a frakking cylon last week!”
“Worse.” He told her boldly. “You're hung up on me.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her carefree demeanor remained. That wasn't exactly a new rumor among the fleet, though neither she nor Lee had ever mentioned their knowledge of its existence to each other. “Oh Gods, that is bad. Who came to that genius conclusion?” Trademark smirk firmly in place.
Lee stood staring her down as she continued walking away from him. Again, away from him and towards another man. His body rigid and tense. Eyes hungry to to drink in her every reaction to his revelation, he called out after her, “That genius would be Vice President Baltar.”
She turned from a vibrant Lieutenant, bad-ass folk hero of the Colonial Fleet, God to the nuggets, and Starbuck to what was left of humanity; into a scared and uncertain child in the span of a moment. Her body froze. Her head snapped up to search his expression. Her eyes widened in fear at what she saw there. Confirmation. Her greatest fear recognized.
He read enough in that look to confirm Baltar's story. The knowledge allowed a handful of sense to rush back to him. He saw her crumple before his eyes and contrite at his callous treatment of her reached out gently to lead her into a storage room just off the causeway, providing her the privacy he realized was necessary for this conversation. He dogged the hatch behind them and gently turned her to him. With reason flooding back into his previously dormant brain, he saw a vulnerability in her that she'd never allowed him to see before. Even with Zack, when she'd been so much more open and happy and soft, he'd still never seen her so unguarded. It scared him. He felt ashamed and proud that he’d been the one to strip her so bare.
She looked up at him hesitantly and again confirmed in his eyes the knowledge she knew she'd find there. She nodded slowly. “He told you.” She stated it simply. A fact.
“He told me.”
He could see her fighting to pick up the pieces of her shattered pride and trying like hell to regain some footing. “So what's the plan now, Lee? Want to head over to the flight deck so you can accuse me of being a whore in front of the entire crew again? I thought we were past this! I can't take it back. I can't change it. So why the frak are you still accosting me in hallways about this?”
“Damn it Kara, don't you think this changes things?” He growled back.
“What would it change?!" She challenged. Imposing and fiery in her desperate anger. "I was drunk. You looked good that night. Baltar wasn't getting the job done so I improvised. For Gods sake, look at you! I'm sure I'm not the only girl on board that's used your mental image to get off. It meant nothing. It changes nothing!” He could almost see her walls clicking silently back into place.
Lee invaded her space, anger and jealousy at the reminder of her with another undeserving man again robbing him of reason. He backed her slowly against the wall. “Don't you dare frakking pull that with me right now, Kara. You go ahead and play your games with the rest of the world. Don't try it with me. I know you. And I know better.” He bit out harshly. Seeing her begin to bristle in preparation for battle, he immediately he regretted his strategy and changed tactics. His voice dropping low and husky. “Stop. Just stop a minute, Kara. I'm not here to fight with you. You think I don't know what it means when a woman cries out another man's name when she comes?” He breathed thickly into her ear. When she made no answer, he placed both hands to the wall over her head, effectively caging her in and leaned his body into hers. Her hands, still undecided on their will, reached up to rest lightly on his hips neither pulling them closer, nor pushing away. Simply holding him in place. The few inches between them both too much and not enough.
“What I don't understand is why you frakked him if you wanted me. I was there Kara. Don't pretend not to know how I feel about you. We both know I don't hide it well.” His mouth was so close to hers he was almost skimming her lips each time he spoke. “If you wanted me, you knew I was willing. I've always been willing.” He was too close, she couldn't think. Her senses were on overload. Her mouth had gone dry and when she unconsciously licked her lips to wet them, his gaze tore from her eyes and froze on her full lips. They drew him in and he instinctively reached out to the comfort he knew they could offer. When he leaned to close the scant distance left between them, anger flared in her gut and she erupted propelling him back.
“Frak you, Lee! Now? Now you make a move! Yeah I know how you feel. You stare at me like I'm the last bottle of ambrosia left in the worlds. You always have! Of course I know! It drives me crazy! Turns me on day and night! For years, every time I'm around you're eye-frakking me to within an inch of my will power and you've never once did a damn thing about it! And Colonial Day you walked away! AGAIN! Left me wanting you AGAIN! You wouldn't man up and get over your hangups about us. So I found comfort where I could. Don't you dare expect me to apologize for that!” Her tirade growing she began pushing him backwards, she began pushing him backwards angrily, her fury filling the room until he had nowhere fit himself in it. Her palms connecting with his chest propelling him into containers, walls, the hatch. “I could frak the entire Gods damned fleet, screaming your name every frakking time and you still wouldn't have a say because you care more about your duty and honor to a memory than you care about me! He's dead, Lee!” Her fury diminished by the grief of Zack's memory, her explosion ended as quickly as it had begun. She turned from him to hide her tears in exasperation.
Her back to him, she let out a slow breath, “He's dead and we're here. I loved him. Don't ever think I didn't. But we both know that you and I . . .” she faltered, unable to articulate her thoughts. “We're . . . we . . .I don't know what we are.”
Lee quietly approached her from behind and wrapped his arm around her waist cautiously, his hands covering the bare expanse of her belly. His head dropping to rest in the hollow of her neck, “We're right.” He finished for her. “We belong to each other.”
“Yeah.” She softly agreed, shaking in his arms. "We do." Her head falling back to open her neck to his mouth as it latched slowly onto her pulse point. Hot, open-mouthed kisses drugging her senses. His hands mapping the tight muscles and contours of her stomach, her skin like fire to his touch igniting a primal urge to brand her as his own. Turning their heads to meet on cue, she pulled his mouth to hers as his questing fingers slipped up her lithe body to cup her breasts. She feasted on his mouth. His lips like sweet ambrosia. She delved deeper to taste all of him. Her tongue seeking out his and tangling with it wetly in the otherwise silent room. She was quickly losing focus on their conversation to the feel of his fingers sliding under her bra to the tight buds of her nipples and the friction he was creating with his hardness pressed tight to her from behind. Turning completely for better access to his skin, she shuddered at the loss of his mouth for even the moment it took her to find him again. So when he freed his mouth and again trapped her against the wall, she could only focus on pulling his swollen lips back to hers. Her brain reduced to only the most simple of thoughts like "yes" and "more". He resisted. He held her off and trapped her greedy hands by the wrists above her on the wall.
“Wait” He panted, taking heaving gulps of oxygen to calm his own raging desire for her. “Just wait and listen. You're right. I was a coward and I let the past hold me back from taking what I wanted. But I also held back because I didn't know for sure what you wanted. Now I do.” He drawled in a voice that was pure sex. To prove his point he let his gaze travel slowly to take in her wet, bruised lips, the tight nipples poking out from half removed sports bra, and her heaving chest fighting to suck in enough air to control her body. He slid his thigh slowly between her legs lifting it into the juncture of her thighs. Her gasp at the intimate contact filled the room. He continued. “I was stupid not to see it, but I didn't know for sure. Now that we're both fully aware,” He crooned, gently thrusting his own arousal against her, “what the other wants, and I'm done being honorable about it. You will not let another piece of scum like Gauis frakking Baltar near your body.”
He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist, opening her to his welcome thrusts. She was trembling and let out a ragged sob at the contact. Even through his own shorts and her sweatpants he could feel the heat building where she rubbed mindlessly against him. “I will no longer refrain from 'manning up' as you so eloquently put it. And when you catch me eye frakking you across the room, you will no longer need willpower to restrain yourself. No more excuses. No takebacks. You're mine. I'm yours. You'll still be screaming my name when you come but from now on, that will only be with me. Isn't that right, Kara?”
Her lust drugged mind struggled to focus on his words and she again tried pull away from the wall for his kiss. He leaned away, evading her pursuit. His gaze steely and stern. His jaw clenched with barely checked restraint. “Isn't.” Thrust. “That.” Thrust “Right.” Thrust “Lieutenant?” Each thrust earning him a gasping moan like the sweetest music to his ears. He could tell she was close to losing what little control she had left and he wanted nothing more than to give her that release but he needed her to say the words. The fire of her insolent nature flared in her eyes. "Gods Lee, do you ever shut up?!" His willpower was slipping. His control tenuous at best. He wasn't used to being so aggressive with women but Kara had the ability to make him mindless. He pulled away from her tempting form at great personal cost and waited.
She pulled herself back into coherence with difficulty to meet his eyes. He knew the control she was granting him over her body was rare and that it was only her overwhelming arousal that kept her momentarily compliant. He feared removing his touch would allow her nature to overcome that arousal. But his fear was warrant-less. She was far past the point of being able to end this. She had never been so turned on by anyone before and would have given him much more than he was asking for to have his touch again. “That's right, Lee.” she babbled “Gods, frak! That's right, now get back here! Please! I need you! I'm so close Lee!” And even as she was mouthing his name he was back on her, tearing her bra off, ripping her sweatpants down her legs and hauling her against his body. Again pinning her arms and mauling her delicious mouth as she writhed against his solid length, her panties and his shorts the only thing between them. Desperately shoving his shorts and briefs down his thighs, he quickly cut those barriers in half, freeing himself to stimulate her molten center in earnest.
He lifted and dropped her repeatedly, sliding against her in sinfully long strokes. Kara was lost in the stars. Her body a supernova beneath his possessive ministrations. She generally wouldn't stand for such a display of ownership. She liked being the one to hold the reins but with Lee, his control over her body was like a lightening rod straight to her core. She was helpless to resist it. Truthfully, she craved it. She only wanted more. Meeting his gaze she begged, "Do it, Lee! Make me come for you! Make me yours! Please!" Her voice didn't sound her own. Her words too honest.
He suddenly let her slide down his body, one of her legs dropping to the ground to hold her. His hand slipped inside her panties to find her impossibly slick. “Lee! Yes, please!” Her plaintive cries driving him on and her towards a violently intense release. He parted her folds and dipped his thick fingers into her. “Mine” he rasped as his mouth latched onto her breast and sought her rosy nipple. “Mine! Mine! Mine!” His mantra timed perfectly with his finger's thrusts. She could no longer hold back her pleasure and as she felt her body begin shaking in orgasm, she heard herself unwittingly groaning his name to the Gods, both reverent and vulnerable. She felt her channel pulsing around the intruding fingers and quaking with a prolonged released that shook her from the inside out. He held her through her climax, tongue worrying and teasing her nipples in turn as she continued thrashing on his fingertips. Finally releasing her arms, he let her collapse against him and tenderly eased his fingers from her body eliciting a quiet gasp against his neck and then another more surprised one when he brought those same fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “Gods Lee” she panted, “That's frakking hot. Give me a second here before you start doing things like that.”
He chuckled out his apology and lifting her pliant body, laid her down onto the bed of their discarded clothing beneath them. Lying on his side next to her, he propped himself on his elbow and continued running his free hand along her body. Although she was working to slow her heart and catch her breath his touches continued, oblivious to their counter productivity. He leaned down to lick a stripe of her exposed neck and growled into her ear, “I don't care what you did with him, hearing you come with my name on your lips is all I needed to forget it. Now that I know what it sounds like, he can say whatever the frak he wants, I've got all I need.”
She turned her head to his and met his eyes, “Please stop touching me for a minute, I need to be able to think and I can't when you're doing that.” He slowly removed his hand. “I was with someone . . . on Caprica.” She faltered. The words falling awkwardly from her lips. “He was a resistance fighter. He's a good man. It wasn't like . . . Baltar. I . . . care about him.” Lee's heart sank and he felt a sickness in his belly at the words. She quickly noticed and continued, “I care about him, but I love you. I promised that I'd go back for them. All of them. I plan to go back. I want to be with you, but I have to keep my word, Lee. I just . . . thought you should know.” She finished her confession lamely and immediately wished she could go back and revoke it. Explain it better . . . different. Everything had come out wrong.
But Lee lifted her face to his and gently kissed away her fears. “Kara, I'm not upset that you were with a good man that you cared about. I don't like to think about the fact that you were with anyone other than me, but I'm not angry about it. I was livid about Baltar because he's a selfish conceited prick who could never appreciate or deserve you. You were free when you were with Sam. Now you're spoken for. End of story.” At her quizzical expression when he mentioned Sam's name, he explained. “Helo told me.”
“Of course he did” She sighed. “Frakking interfering, toaster-lover.”
Lee grinned, reaching out to canvas her nearly naked form again. “I don't care, Kara. I just want you. I won't keep letting the past mess this up. Baltar. Sam.” He gulped. “Zak. This is us. Kara and Lee. Frak the rest.” He finished, tracing the lines of her thighs.
“Your father's gonna go ballistic.” She stated simply letting her legs fall open slightly as he continued lazily mapping her curves.
“Frak him” he smirked.
“Yeah but regs . . .” she started.
“Frak em!” he laughed.
“You can be a real superior asshole sometimes, you know that?” she snorted, turning towards him to run her hands along his stiff cock.
His eyes rolled up and closed at the contact. “Frak me.” he groaned.
“Yes, sir!” she laughed, as she pushed his shorts the rest of the way down his body and began stroking in earnest.
“Gods Kara,” He gasped as she worked him slowly from root to tip, “I want to take you in a rack, not on the dirty floor of some storage locker.
“Shift change,” she reminded him as she slid off her final piece of clothing. “Don't worry, you're gonna be taking me in our rack later,” she promised as she pulled him over her. “Honestly Lee, I couldn't care less where we are, I just need you inside me right now and if it's on a dirty floor, then it's just going to be on a dirty floor, Captain.”
Thankfully, he hadn't the ability to argue and as she opened herself to him, he could feel the tip of his length solidly rub against her wet center. It only took a slight wiggle from her hips to have him sliding inside. They held each others eyes as he filled her slowly, inch by inch memorizing the feel of it. When he'd stretched her tight channel to its depths she broke his gaze and cried out as she slammed her head backwards into the floor.
“Careful, baby” He pleaded. But she was beyond pain. She was pure sensation. Having him buried within her after years of lust building between them had her hotter than she'd ever been. “Don't stop” she begged harshly, raking her nails down his back and gripping him tightly against her. Her fervor drove him mad with desire to push her over the edge again. She whined and writhed against him as he pulled torturously slowly from her and waited for her eyes, when he had her full attention he slammed home, dragging a raw scream from her over-stimulated body.Hooking her knee with his elbow he continued his steady pace of slow hard strokes. She was dripping onto his cock. Her passion only drove him harder. Their bodies both slick with sweat slid together in perfect synchronization. She was a vice around him. Velvet and molten. He filled her like no man ever had. This is why, she thought. This is why we've never done this. We both knew there would be no going back from this. She wanted him to stay within her forever but she knew she was close. Her hips pistoning up as his slammed down to meet them. She raked her nails down his back grasping his ass with unforgiving violence to pull him harder into her. They were both teetering on the edge of bliss wanting to prolonged their joy for another moment, both knowing that their crisis would not wait.
“Lee! Lee! I can't wait. Please! Now! Love you! Love you!” And with that she let go. Releasing her pleasure with a broken gasp and a drawn out sob of absolute adoration for the man above her. Her words pulled him over the precipice with her and he groaned out his joy as he filled her body with his seed, calling her name into the void of space. Filling its emptiness with his love.
Slowly they came back to themselves. Rolling their spent bodies, Lee collapsed into the ground beneath him and she onto his prone form, neither moving nor speaking. For a long time just running their hands and lips over each others exhausted bodies. Eventually she pushed herself up and smiled sweetly down at him. It lit the room. “I have CAP soon. My CAG is a real slave driver.” She chided gently as she cupped his face.
“Yeah?" He laughed as he stroked lightly up and down her thighs. "Well the way I hear it, he's gotta keep you busy or you get yourself into all kinds of trouble.”
She snorted, “Please, he just likes to keep tabs on me. Plus he knows I'm the best at what I do.”
“He's a smart man on both counts then” Lee agreed fervently sitting up to kiss her. “He should get a medal just for dealing with you.”
She laughingly climbed off his lap to pull on her clothes. He watched appreciatively. Once covered she sauntered over to him, pulled him up and ran her fingers down his chest to rest just above his suddenly very interested groin. Leaning into him she whispered, “Don't worry; I plan to reward him for his trouble in my own special way later.” Suddenly she was back to the Starbuck bravado and confidence they both loved. He felt himself stir at her brazen words. As he reached out for her, she slipped out of his grasp teasingly. "Sorry, sir. Like I said, CAP." And turning on her heel she strode out of the room leaving him naked, alone, and aroused.
Outside the door he heard Helo's voice, “Frak, Buck! Where ya been? I thought we were sparring?” As they walked away, Lee could just barely make out her response.
“Yeah well, I needed to manage a little damage control on the rumor mill. It seems President Baltar has been telling all sorts of stories about that pretty cylon wife of yours. It's none of my business, but if he was talking about my other half that way, I'd give him a serious lesson on manners, ya know?”
Lee laughed to himself as he pulled his shorts up. He flared with pride at her ability to exact such a neat double revenge plot with effortless simplicity. His pride quickly turned to fear when he recalled how often he found himself in her doghouse and immediately resolved to try a lot harder not to piss her off.