Under A Kobol Moon
Author: word_vomity
Title: Under A Kobol Moon
Characters: Kara/Lee with slight Helo/Sharon
Rating: PG 13
Total Word Count: 1,984
Spoilers: Season 2 Through Home 2
Summary: Kara gives Lee a hard time about his welcome home kiss in Home. Lee is not amused.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Total own-age for Ron & Crew.
“Gives me the creeps.” Lee watches Helo feeding Sharon across from his and Kara's spot on the dark forest floor of Kobol. “Seeing him . . . acting like that with her. “
Kara follows his gaze, "He loves her." She says like it was the simplest thing in the world. "And yeah he knows she's a machine," she concedes. "He doesn't care, he love her anyway."
Lee eyes her strangely when he hears the hint of admiration in her voice at the idea of such an unconditional love. She didn't want to have this discussion with Lee. She was already uncomfortable with the way things were with Helo and Sharon and with Lee and her, for that matter. This discussion couldn't lead anywhere good. But she understood that she'd had some time to adjust to the idea of this new cylon/human relationship. Lee hadn't. It hadn't been easy for her to swallow at first either so she tried to cut him some slack as he processed it in his own way. Black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. He always knew his stance. He always picked a side and she knew from experience that he almost always picked the right one, which is why it drove her so crazy every time he disagreed with her. Because she knew that most likely, if Lee said she was wrong, it was probably true.
“Frak!” Lee exhaled. “How can one of us get that roped in by one of them? Ya know, we should keep an eye on him too.”
Annoyed at his suspicion of Helo, she rolls her eyes and bites out shortly, “Helo's a friend of mine, alright. He's one of the good guys.”
“Yeah? Sharon was a friend of yours too.”
Well, frak. Nothing she could say to that so she just looks down and keeps cleaning her gun. Bastard had a point. The world, what was left of it, was frakked. Everything she'd ever known had turned on its head. She couldn't be the advocate for cylon/human love anymore than she could figure out her own stance on it. Or human/human love for that matter. Annoyed with herself for letting him make her feel small for the forth time since she'd returned that day, she fell silent. But Kara Thrace didn't do very well with silence, so she decided a more rewarding course of retaliation would be to taunt him a bit. He was such an easy target and she loved riling him up. Pissed off Lee was one of her favorite Lee's. It fell somewhere between Lee-in-the-shower and Hard-ass-CAG-Lee. She swallowed thickly at the thought of Hard ass CAG Lee in the shower and then laughed to herself shaking the image from her head.
She smirks, “So Lee, what if I turned out to be a cylon huh?” She teases, “You love me, right? Isn't that what you said earlier? What if you'd gotten 'roped in' by my sneaky cylon programming?” She leans over to shoulder bump him into a smile. She didn't want to spend the whole night tense and angry after she'd finally just got back from Caprica. She'd had plenty of tense to hold her over for awhile. She wanted some easy Kara/Lee banter. Although, she'd never admit it to him, she'd missed him during her absence. She'd grown accustomed to his presence and right now, she was unbelievably thankful for his nearness. She felt safer than she had in weeks. She was more herself when she was with him.
But her joke fell flat. No smile. Just a grunt. She pushes, “What, nothing to say? C'mon, Lee, it's ok. You love me. Who wouldn't? We both know you looooooooovvvvvvee me.” Using her best cocky temptress voice to bait him.
“Cut it out, Kara.” He snaps at her.
“Sheesh!” She laughs, still all smiles and barbs. “A couple hours ago it was all, 'I'm your friend Kara, I love you' and very public welcome home kisses and now a girl can't even get a little 'we might die' cuddle in? Talk about a tease!”
His face turns rigidly to meet her eyes. His jaw tense, his blue eyes pure ice. Her smile falters in surprise.
“Don't, Kara. Just don't.” His vehemence startles her. She'd been trying to lighten the mood but now he was downright furious with her. She reaches cautiously to touch his shoulder, but he shrugs her off roughly.
“Hey, c'mon. Lee, I was just messing with you.”
“Yeah well maybe I'm sick of you messing with me! Gods damn it, Kara! Maybe, for once, I don't want my feelings thrown in my face like they're all a big joke for the entertainment of the great Starbuck! Ever think of that?!”
She falters as she struggles to catch up with his unforseen anger, “Lee, I . . . I'm sorry. Shit! We kid around all the time. It's what we do. I thought you liked it. Why are you so pissed off? I didn't mean anything.”
Leaning into her face, mere inches from her, he grits out, “You never mean anything. And mostly, that's fine, but today . . . seeing you back safe . . . was the one of the best moments of my life. I thought you were dead and I've never been more relieved then when I realized you were in that raider. I kiss you, you pull away. I tell you that I love you, you make it a joke. I get that this doesn't mean anything to you, but I'm done letting you turn something that does mean something to me into fodder for a quick laugh. So just stop, OK? Just . . . stop.” His mouth so close to her face that she can feel his breath on her lips. He abruptly turns away and goes back to cleaning his gun again.
She releases the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. The silence washing over them as she absorbs his words. More unsure than she'd been in a long time, she timidly turns to regard him. She sees that he's still breathing fire as he handles his weapon angrily. Her voice breaking as she whispers, “I'm sorry, Lee.” She takes a moment to clear her throat and find her voice. “I didn't mean it.”
His head snaps in her direction. He meets her hurt eyes and nods tersely.
“No really, I just . . .” She trails off, unsure what to say.
“You just what, Kara?!” He's still angry, his body thrumming with raw energy now. “You just have to turn everything into a joke so you never have to face anything? You just can't help frakking with me? You just are so scared of being close to anyone again that you push anyone who might actually care about you away? Tell me, Kara. You just what!?”
Her temper, never long in the first place, finally snaps. “All three, OK! All frakking three! Is that what you want to hear?! This?” She motions with her hand between them. “Us? It scares the hell outta me and I have no idea where we stand! I never do. You . . . I . . . For frak's sake, I can't do this!” Using her hands to push herself up, she stands, holsters her weapon and stomps off leaving only curses in her wake.
But Lee isn't having it tonight. He's sick of this game. He's sick of her bullshit issues and he's sick of his own cowardice. This time, he's going after her.
He finds her just at the edge of the camp site, leaning against an ancient oak, one legged propped up for support, her hands clenched in tight fists at her sides. She tenses and reaches for her gun as she hears him approach.
“It's just me.” He calls out. He sees her both relax and then immediately tense again when he announces his arrival. Fed up with the uncertainty and the half truths, he strides straight into her space, caging her against the tree. Her eyes widen in surprise as he crowds into her.
“I don't know what you want. I have no idea where we stand either. But I want to be perfectly clear here. Frak the past. Frak tomorrow. This is what I want. Just this.” He leans in to confidently take possession of her mouth. Unlike last time, he tastes her lips like he has every right to and she doesn't pull away. He works her like he's dreamed of doing so many lonely nights in his rack. Her mouth opens willingly to his. She tastes like hope. Finally. He can feel her hands reach up to hold his face tightly to hers. She gasps as his tongue delves out to tease the seam of her lips and finding her eager, he dives further in to seek her tongue with his own. He feels himself swelling with lust at the feel of her wet, hot kisses. When he pulls back to bite gently at her full bottom lip, she moans her pleasure into the blackness. Slowly he releases it and places one more soft kiss to her swollen mouth before he pulls away to take in her dazed expression. Her eyes slide lazily open. He sees her struggle to pull herself from her haze to focus back on their situation.
“Lee?” She asks uncertain.
“I'm right here.” He promises, carefully sliding his hands down the tree to take hold of her hips and thumb gentle circles there. Dropping his forehead to hers, he breathes her in. “Is this what you want, Kara?” He swallows harshly and then forces out the question he fears her answer to most, “Am I what you want?”
For a few moments, neither of them move. After an short eternity, her hands slide slowly up his chest to wrap around neck. She pulls his body forward against hers and her head falls forward to rest in the crook of his neck. "And if I was a cylon?" She asks, her voice muffled in his neck. This time, the question no mere joke.
Without hesitation he whispers into her soft hair, "It wouldn't matter what you were, Kara. I don't know how to not love you." She just holds on and breathes him in. His grip on her waist tightens as her breathing hitches and breaks.
“Kara?” He feels her body tense and begin to shake with quiet sobs. He feels her tears wet his neck as she weeps. He just holds her tighter and whispers that everything will be OK. He makes promises that he has no idea how to keep. He apologizes for things he isn't even sure he's done wrong. He would saw off his own arm if it was the key to comforting her. Her tears more painful to him than any injury he's ever received.
Desperate to soothe her, he lifts her into his arms and turns them to slide down the base of the tree to rock her in his lap as she continues her quiet breakdown. She clings to him like a wet leaf after a storm as her sobs rack her frame.
She eventually quiets. He just holds on until she slips into an exhausted slumber. He lays them down and wraps himself around her. He can't bring himself to let go. He doesn't think he ever will.
In the night, her hand reaches out in the darkness to find his. She holds it lightly, threading their fingers together.
In the ruins of their ancestors, under the moon of a place that could be the key to their damnation as easily as their salvation, she let's herself believe in a better tomorrow. She lets herself hope that their undeniable connection could lead to something other than pain and punishment. She grants them both a respite from the guilt and the jealousies of the past.
He can barely make out her whispered admission over the winds whipping through the trees. “You're what I want. You've always been what I want.”
He just squeezes her tighter.
Title: Under A Kobol Moon
Characters: Kara/Lee with slight Helo/Sharon
Rating: PG 13
Total Word Count: 1,984
Spoilers: Season 2 Through Home 2
Summary: Kara gives Lee a hard time about his welcome home kiss in Home. Lee is not amused.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Total own-age for Ron & Crew.
“Gives me the creeps.” Lee watches Helo feeding Sharon across from his and Kara's spot on the dark forest floor of Kobol. “Seeing him . . . acting like that with her. “
Kara follows his gaze, "He loves her." She says like it was the simplest thing in the world. "And yeah he knows she's a machine," she concedes. "He doesn't care, he love her anyway."
Lee eyes her strangely when he hears the hint of admiration in her voice at the idea of such an unconditional love. She didn't want to have this discussion with Lee. She was already uncomfortable with the way things were with Helo and Sharon and with Lee and her, for that matter. This discussion couldn't lead anywhere good. But she understood that she'd had some time to adjust to the idea of this new cylon/human relationship. Lee hadn't. It hadn't been easy for her to swallow at first either so she tried to cut him some slack as he processed it in his own way. Black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. He always knew his stance. He always picked a side and she knew from experience that he almost always picked the right one, which is why it drove her so crazy every time he disagreed with her. Because she knew that most likely, if Lee said she was wrong, it was probably true.
“Frak!” Lee exhaled. “How can one of us get that roped in by one of them? Ya know, we should keep an eye on him too.”
Annoyed at his suspicion of Helo, she rolls her eyes and bites out shortly, “Helo's a friend of mine, alright. He's one of the good guys.”
“Yeah? Sharon was a friend of yours too.”
Well, frak. Nothing she could say to that so she just looks down and keeps cleaning her gun. Bastard had a point. The world, what was left of it, was frakked. Everything she'd ever known had turned on its head. She couldn't be the advocate for cylon/human love anymore than she could figure out her own stance on it. Or human/human love for that matter. Annoyed with herself for letting him make her feel small for the forth time since she'd returned that day, she fell silent. But Kara Thrace didn't do very well with silence, so she decided a more rewarding course of retaliation would be to taunt him a bit. He was such an easy target and she loved riling him up. Pissed off Lee was one of her favorite Lee's. It fell somewhere between Lee-in-the-shower and Hard-ass-CAG-Lee. She swallowed thickly at the thought of Hard ass CAG Lee in the shower and then laughed to herself shaking the image from her head.
She smirks, “So Lee, what if I turned out to be a cylon huh?” She teases, “You love me, right? Isn't that what you said earlier? What if you'd gotten 'roped in' by my sneaky cylon programming?” She leans over to shoulder bump him into a smile. She didn't want to spend the whole night tense and angry after she'd finally just got back from Caprica. She'd had plenty of tense to hold her over for awhile. She wanted some easy Kara/Lee banter. Although, she'd never admit it to him, she'd missed him during her absence. She'd grown accustomed to his presence and right now, she was unbelievably thankful for his nearness. She felt safer than she had in weeks. She was more herself when she was with him.
But her joke fell flat. No smile. Just a grunt. She pushes, “What, nothing to say? C'mon, Lee, it's ok. You love me. Who wouldn't? We both know you looooooooovvvvvvee me.” Using her best cocky temptress voice to bait him.
“Cut it out, Kara.” He snaps at her.
“Sheesh!” She laughs, still all smiles and barbs. “A couple hours ago it was all, 'I'm your friend Kara, I love you' and very public welcome home kisses and now a girl can't even get a little 'we might die' cuddle in? Talk about a tease!”
His face turns rigidly to meet her eyes. His jaw tense, his blue eyes pure ice. Her smile falters in surprise.
“Don't, Kara. Just don't.” His vehemence startles her. She'd been trying to lighten the mood but now he was downright furious with her. She reaches cautiously to touch his shoulder, but he shrugs her off roughly.
“Hey, c'mon. Lee, I was just messing with you.”
“Yeah well maybe I'm sick of you messing with me! Gods damn it, Kara! Maybe, for once, I don't want my feelings thrown in my face like they're all a big joke for the entertainment of the great Starbuck! Ever think of that?!”
She falters as she struggles to catch up with his unforseen anger, “Lee, I . . . I'm sorry. Shit! We kid around all the time. It's what we do. I thought you liked it. Why are you so pissed off? I didn't mean anything.”
Leaning into her face, mere inches from her, he grits out, “You never mean anything. And mostly, that's fine, but today . . . seeing you back safe . . . was the one of the best moments of my life. I thought you were dead and I've never been more relieved then when I realized you were in that raider. I kiss you, you pull away. I tell you that I love you, you make it a joke. I get that this doesn't mean anything to you, but I'm done letting you turn something that does mean something to me into fodder for a quick laugh. So just stop, OK? Just . . . stop.” His mouth so close to her face that she can feel his breath on her lips. He abruptly turns away and goes back to cleaning his gun again.
She releases the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. The silence washing over them as she absorbs his words. More unsure than she'd been in a long time, she timidly turns to regard him. She sees that he's still breathing fire as he handles his weapon angrily. Her voice breaking as she whispers, “I'm sorry, Lee.” She takes a moment to clear her throat and find her voice. “I didn't mean it.”
His head snaps in her direction. He meets her hurt eyes and nods tersely.
“No really, I just . . .” She trails off, unsure what to say.
“You just what, Kara?!” He's still angry, his body thrumming with raw energy now. “You just have to turn everything into a joke so you never have to face anything? You just can't help frakking with me? You just are so scared of being close to anyone again that you push anyone who might actually care about you away? Tell me, Kara. You just what!?”
Her temper, never long in the first place, finally snaps. “All three, OK! All frakking three! Is that what you want to hear?! This?” She motions with her hand between them. “Us? It scares the hell outta me and I have no idea where we stand! I never do. You . . . I . . . For frak's sake, I can't do this!” Using her hands to push herself up, she stands, holsters her weapon and stomps off leaving only curses in her wake.
But Lee isn't having it tonight. He's sick of this game. He's sick of her bullshit issues and he's sick of his own cowardice. This time, he's going after her.
He finds her just at the edge of the camp site, leaning against an ancient oak, one legged propped up for support, her hands clenched in tight fists at her sides. She tenses and reaches for her gun as she hears him approach.
“It's just me.” He calls out. He sees her both relax and then immediately tense again when he announces his arrival. Fed up with the uncertainty and the half truths, he strides straight into her space, caging her against the tree. Her eyes widen in surprise as he crowds into her.
“I don't know what you want. I have no idea where we stand either. But I want to be perfectly clear here. Frak the past. Frak tomorrow. This is what I want. Just this.” He leans in to confidently take possession of her mouth. Unlike last time, he tastes her lips like he has every right to and she doesn't pull away. He works her like he's dreamed of doing so many lonely nights in his rack. Her mouth opens willingly to his. She tastes like hope. Finally. He can feel her hands reach up to hold his face tightly to hers. She gasps as his tongue delves out to tease the seam of her lips and finding her eager, he dives further in to seek her tongue with his own. He feels himself swelling with lust at the feel of her wet, hot kisses. When he pulls back to bite gently at her full bottom lip, she moans her pleasure into the blackness. Slowly he releases it and places one more soft kiss to her swollen mouth before he pulls away to take in her dazed expression. Her eyes slide lazily open. He sees her struggle to pull herself from her haze to focus back on their situation.
“Lee?” She asks uncertain.
“I'm right here.” He promises, carefully sliding his hands down the tree to take hold of her hips and thumb gentle circles there. Dropping his forehead to hers, he breathes her in. “Is this what you want, Kara?” He swallows harshly and then forces out the question he fears her answer to most, “Am I what you want?”
For a few moments, neither of them move. After an short eternity, her hands slide slowly up his chest to wrap around neck. She pulls his body forward against hers and her head falls forward to rest in the crook of his neck. "And if I was a cylon?" She asks, her voice muffled in his neck. This time, the question no mere joke.
Without hesitation he whispers into her soft hair, "It wouldn't matter what you were, Kara. I don't know how to not love you." She just holds on and breathes him in. His grip on her waist tightens as her breathing hitches and breaks.
“Kara?” He feels her body tense and begin to shake with quiet sobs. He feels her tears wet his neck as she weeps. He just holds her tighter and whispers that everything will be OK. He makes promises that he has no idea how to keep. He apologizes for things he isn't even sure he's done wrong. He would saw off his own arm if it was the key to comforting her. Her tears more painful to him than any injury he's ever received.
Desperate to soothe her, he lifts her into his arms and turns them to slide down the base of the tree to rock her in his lap as she continues her quiet breakdown. She clings to him like a wet leaf after a storm as her sobs rack her frame.
She eventually quiets. He just holds on until she slips into an exhausted slumber. He lays them down and wraps himself around her. He can't bring himself to let go. He doesn't think he ever will.
In the night, her hand reaches out in the darkness to find his. She holds it lightly, threading their fingers together.
In the ruins of their ancestors, under the moon of a place that could be the key to their damnation as easily as their salvation, she let's herself believe in a better tomorrow. She lets herself hope that their undeniable connection could lead to something other than pain and punishment. She grants them both a respite from the guilt and the jealousies of the past.
He can barely make out her whispered admission over the winds whipping through the trees. “You're what I want. You've always been what I want.”
He just squeezes her tighter.