Taking What's Hers
Author: word_vomity
Title: Taking What's Hers
Characters/Pairings: Kara/Lee
Rating: NC17, Things get dirty
Total Word Count: 2.144
Spoilers: Season 1 thru Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Total own-age for Ron & Crew.
Summary: Kara does not appreciate Ellen Tigh's treatment of Lee in Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down
“Leland Joseph Adama, I will frakking airlock the both of you if you let her touch you again!" Her eyes blazing with righteous indignation as she stomps around the Officer's Quarters. He would have been able to take her rage more seriously if she wasn't pacing in only her underwear, a condition in which he couldn't help but find her eternally adorable. But after their dinner with the commander, president, and the ever-entertaining Tighs, she'd torn off her clothes in a fury. Every move she made spoke to the violence within her heart.
"I didn't LET her. What are you mad at me for?" He asked from his seat on his rack. "I was the victim of sexual harassment. It's not like I asked her to assault my lap with her foot you know?" Trying to coax to her from her enraged state, he reaches out to nab her arm as she paces in front of him, pulling her to stand between his legs. Gently, he runs his fingers up and down the sides of her bare legs, working to distract her mind from the image of Ellen Tigh's toes burying themselves determinedly over his groin.
"What's the deal? You hit on men in front of me all the time, Kara. On purpose! You're like a frakking flirting machine!"
"I know . . . but . . . that's just to make you crazy." Her hands lift to his shoulders to steady herself as he slips his wandering hands to grip the delicious curves of her firm ass. He snorts at her ridiculous non-logic. "This . . . she meant that! She would frak you for real." He attempts to jump in, but she sees that he's about to beat her with reason again and cuts him off. "Plus, she TOUCHED you! I don't let anyone actually touch me and I damn well don't want anyone touching you.”
“No one touches me and you know it, Kara.” His voice gentle and low, as he leans his face into her bare midriff to lightly abuse the soft skin he finds. He knew his one recourse in this situation was distraction and he's luckily very good at one of her favorite forms of it. “Baby. . .” he croons, as he works his lips along the quickly heating skin of her lower belly. “There's not a God's-damned women in the entire remainder of humanity that I want touching any part of me but you and this frakking unbelievable body and there wasn't one even before the cylons came.”
He could start to feel the tension and fury dissipating from her increasingly aroused body as his hands continued assaulting her senses, but he knew Kara would fight it to the end. It's who she was to fight until she couldn't. She was built that way. Her strength was so ingrained in her DNA that he sometimes felt that she must have been born to suffer. Otherwise, how could anyone need so much resilience? So he wasn't surprised when she pushed him away harshly. He'd expected her to hold out for awhile yet. Luckily, they both got off on pushing each others buttons until one of them snapped. Everything was a game of wills. He knew that by the time he broke her, they'd both be mindless for one another.
“Stop it! I'm mad at you.” She grumbled as she stared down on him menacingly, trying to convince herself that she didn't want his strong hands rubbing her body or his piercing blue gaze ravaging her. The sight of him below her, flexing muscles most men only dreamed of as he reached out for her body in only his briefs, was a temptation even she knew she couldn't resist long. Apollo, indeed. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. She hated the fact, and would never in a million years admit to him, that she spent the vast majority of her time just fantasizing about his hands on her. Pleasuring her. Mapping her curves. Taking away her fears, doubts, thoughts. Shutting up her treacherous brain.
“No you aren't, brat. You're mad at her!” He snapped, throwing his hands up. “I didn't do anything and you know it. Besides, she doesn't know we're even together. No one does, so the only one with a valid complaint here would be Tigh.” He reaches out to pull her hips roughly back to him. “You wanna take it up with her, go for it . . . later. I have work for you right now.”
As he fingered the elastic band of her regulation underwear teasingly, she was still pouting and kept shoving his hands petulantly off of her.
Suddenly sick of arguing over something so ridiculous, he exploded, “Gods damn it, Kara! What?!”
“I don't know!” His exasperation fueling her own. “I'm . . . ugh . . . I wanna rip rip her face off right now! I've never felt like this before. And yes, I know I sound crazy and it's just making me more mad! I was a single child and I've never been good at sharing my toys!”
He slowly slid two fingers between her thighs to work her through the very damp material he found. “Your toy, huh? Is that what you think I am, Kara?”
Her breath deepened and her head slid back as she allowed herself a moment to accept his sinful touch. She spread her legs wider for her questing fingers and leaned her hips into her touch. Huskily she breathed out, “more or less.” Her reaction convincing neither of them that she believed her words. Her body the only part of her that couldn't lie to him. When he ventured to pull the crotch of her panties away, she again shoved him off of her, albeit more slowly and with much more difficulty this time. “Cut it out, Lee.”
“My Gods, have you honestly never experienced jealousy before?” He shot back.
He saw her immediately freeze and her brow furrow. “I . . .” She faltered. “I've been jealous plenty of times!” He could see her working it out slowing in her head. “Whenever I saw other kids hold their mom's hands. Whenever someone did better than me in flight school. When someone else was on a better run of luck at Triad. But over something like this . . . no, I've never felt it before. I frakking hate it.”
“I know.” He conceded. “Now you know how I feel when you shamelessly flirt with every Marine that crosses your path. But at least now we have tangible proof that you do have actual human emotions like jealousy. Next maybe we can work on forgiveness.”
“Frak you.” She aimed back without venom, dropping her head in defeat, angry at her own weakness.
“C'mere,” Lee tried to hide his amusement at her inability to deal with an emotion so common to the rest of the world. She let him pull her back down to him and onto his lap. He wrapped his hands around her waist and when she leaned her weight back into his chest, he whispered into her hair, “I'm sorry, but try to listen to reason. I want you. Only you. You know that. No matter who else might be interested, you're the only one I want. Just like how even though every man in the fleet wants to frak you silly, I don't worry because I know you want me and not them, right? OK?”
Reaching back to wrap her hand into his hair, she pulls him against her neck. He willingly takes the hint. He knows that she loves when he pays attention to the erogenous zones of her neck. He's made her come before just from sucking her neck and fondling her sensitive breasts. As he begins his nips and sucks into her hollow and pulse point, she groans out an appreciative, “Ok. But I think you might be overestimating my wiles this time, Captain. You father hasn't hit on me yet.” She moans as he bites down possessively trying to mark her as his own. “But we're going public tomorrow. I want these women to know who you belong to.”
“No argument from me Lieutenant. I've been saying that for weeks.” His mouth sucking in her earlobe. “So Kara, Frak or Fight?” He joked as he slipped his hands up her body to cup her breasts. Her harsh moan and restless hips told him all he needed to know. “Call the ball, Starbuck.”
Deftly sliding her underwear down her legs and turning to straddle his thighs, she impatiently pulls his hand from her breast to slide it between her thighs. “You know how I like it, Lee. Frak AND Fight.” And then with a playful smirk she reaches up to pinch his nipple harshly while simultaneously rubbing her center wickedly against his hardness.
Locking eyes with her, he feels his chest expand with love for her. So unlike anyone he thought he could ever love. Brash, dirty, loud, crazy, bossy. As he drinks in the sight of her, he knows that he could never love anyone else. She was perfect in her flaws. Exquisite in her deficiencies. Awed he chokes out, “Kara, I . . . you're . . .” Unable to convey his heart's truth in words, he trails off.
She beams a smile that fills the room, just for him as she wipes a tear he didn't know had fallen from his cheek. “I know stupid. Me too." Tenderly, she leans her forehead to his. "Now shut up and frak me.”
Stroking her wet folds he pulls her mouth roughly down to his. When she breaks free to release a needy sob into the quiet room, he takes advantage of her momentary distraction to rip her bra over her head and latch onto a tight pink nipple. “Frak, Leeeeee! Ughnn. Yeah!” Her voice desperate and keening. Her body thrashing on his greedy digits as he inserts first one and then another deeply into her trembling channel.
“That's right, Kara.” Lee coaxes her on. “Let me hear you. Ride my hand.” He fraks her hard and earns himself a series of helplessly high pitched moans for his trouble. Trying to quiet her rising ardor, she dips again to take his mouth, kissing him the way Kara does everything, sloppy, dangerous, and divine. She uses her hands on his shoulders as leverage to rise and fall onto his fingers, begging him to give her relief.
“Lee. Lee! I'm close. Please! Now!” Eager to be the one to fulfill her needs, he uses his free hand to reach between them and find her swollen clit. Thumbing it eagerly, he drinks in her response as she explodes tightly around his hand, crying out curses to the heavens as she pulses her dripping juices onto his hand. Trembling through her climax, she shakes gently as she descends from the heavens.
“Fraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak.” She groans brokenly into his neck, rising gingerly off his fingers and to his disappointment, his rack.
“Get back here,” he begs as she starts pulling her pants back onto her wobbly legs. “You know I can make you feel good more than once.” His dick throbbing with need at this point.
“Don't worry, handsome. I'm not nearly done with you tonight. But after that demonstration, I feel the need to go pay a visit to a certain XO's wife. Us girls have a few things to clear up.” Her swagger was unmistakable. It was the same cocksure attitude Lee had seen a thousand time before she won a big hand of Triad or landed herself in hack.
“For fraks sake, Kara! I'm hard as a frakking steel rod right now! Deal with her later!” He begs, pointedly gesturing to his sorely neglected groin.
Sauntering back to his side, she reaches into his briefs to take him tightly in hand. His groan echoes off the walls. “No can do, Captain. She needs a lesson on manners R," Pump. "F" Pump. "N." Pump. “And you need a lesson on how much I can hurt you if you ever let another women near this particular piece of real estate again.” With an angry squeeze, she releases him. “And if you finish yourself off before I get back to join the fun,” she threatens with her best officer's voice; icy and dangerous, “believe me when I tell you, there will be hell to pay. Understood, Captain?” she questioned with an intense glare.
Fuming with equal parts anger and arousal, he nods curtly.
“Good.” She nods, tucking him away with a gentle pat. “Then I'll be back as soon as I can. Be a good boy, Lee.” With a wink and a slam of the hatch, she was gone.
Cursing his predicament, Lee thinks back to her instructions. Smiling, he realizes she'd made him promise not to finish himself off, but had made no mention of his starting. Even as his hands circle his hard flesh and began pumping, he feels almost certain that she won't forgive his loose interpretation of her rules, but hell . . . he's pretty sure that enduring her punishment could turn out to be one of his new favorite past times.