Road Trippin' and Tent Pitchin' (Ch 4)
Title: Road Trippin' and Tent Pitchin' (Ch. 4)
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Lee/Kara
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Post-Academy, Pre-mini, AU.
Summary: Lee and Kara decide to head off into the wilderness for one last hurrah before he starts his first posting after War College and she starts as Flight Instructor.
Author's Note: As always, much love to taragel for the beta and much brainstorming and general fabulousness! And much love to eugis for inspiring this chapter way back when the story was first prompted.
Four miles later, Kara had definitely stopped laughing. They’d locked up the truck and taken the important things (keys, wallets, and water bottles) as they made their way down the road. Now, even just the essentials seemed heavy, weighing down Lee’s pockets as they trudged silently beside each other in the blazing afternoon sun. Her tank top was soaked through with sweat, and she’d twisted it up about a mile back, knotting it under her breasts about the same time Lee had lost his shirt.
He watched out of the corner of his eye as she slowed a little, then stopped. “Lee, wait here a sec.”
He looked over at her-no, scowled over at her-and arched a brow. He was still pissed to be walking all this way. Who road trips on a spare tire, anyway?
“Nature’s calling,” she explained. Lee just nodded, then turned away from her to survey the road and she sighed, trudging off into the trees for some privacy.
Minutes passed, and Lee was wondering how it could possibly take Kara this long to pop a squat. And how much longer he could conceivably be mad at her for all this. Truth be told, his ire was waning a bit. Sure, he was hot and cranky, and hungry, and she’d been getting on his nerves all damned day. But she was Kara. That was part of her charm. Besides, they had another three days planned together, and he didn’t want to be responsible for ruining this time off over some ice and a blown tire. They’d been planning this for months, and he’d been looking forward to some alone time with Kara. Far away from protocol and frat regs and all the things he’d always used as excuses to not just kiss her already and get it over with. Not that he had plans to kiss her, per se, but he liked that he had the option.
“Lee!” her voice bounced off the trees, sounding dim and distant, and how frakking far did she go in anyway?
“Yeah??” he called back.
“Get your sorry ass in here! I want to go for a swim!”
Torn between thinking she was crazy and thinking a swim sounded unbelievable right about now, he headed into the woods. “Where are you?”
“Just go straight. You can’t miss me.”
He did as ordered, navigating around some decidedly poisonous-looking vegetation as he headed deeper. Soon enough he could hear the sound of water, and then he spotted her. And she was right: he couldn’t miss her. She was thigh deep in a small stream, and naked as the day she was born. Lee was instantly hard.
Tugging the shirt from his back pocket and holding it (hopefully not too) awkwardly in front of his pants, he watched her spread her arms out wide. Her skin was sun-dappled and milky pale, except where her shoulders were going red, and he thought she was maybe the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. “Come on in, Lee. The water’s frakkin’ freezing.” And then she let herself sink back, submerging to her shoulders with a satisfied sigh. “Gods, this feels good!”
It certainly looked good, but there was no way he was joining her. Not in this state. Not if he ever wanted to hear the end of it. “Looks nice,” he managed, awkwardly, and frak, why did she make him such a tongue-tied idiot sometimes?
“Well come on, strip down and cool off,” she invited, dunking under completely then coming back up and slicking her hair back with one hand. She’d moved deeper into the water, but not deep enough as far as Lee was concerned. The water lapped just at the bottom of her breasts, and it was taking a hell of a lot of willpower not to just stare at her pale pink nipples or the fractured sunlight glinting off the wet swells.
“I’m good here,” he told her, settling himself down on the boulder she’d draped her clothes across and praying to the gods he didn’t believe in that she’d let it go.
She didn’t.
“You’re good there?” she questioned doubtfully, walking a few feet closer to the shore, until the stream was swirling around her navel. She was like something out of a myth. Some kind of water nymph or woodland imp that seduced weary travelers and... and the heat really must be getting to his brain if he was thinking like that.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he lied, resisting the urge to fan himself.
“You’re out of your frakking mind,” she insisted, and then she was walking again, hips rising above water level, then thighs, and knees and then she was on the bank walking toward him and Lee was adjusting the shirt balled up in his lap and pointedly not looking at her naked body. Nope. Not at all.
The closer she got, the more panicked he felt, until he found himself gulping hard and studying some very (not at all) interesting foliage at the base of the rock. “You think that’s Geminon gagweed?” he asked her as he saw her feet come into his periphery. “Because that’s not native to this planet, and it would be interesting to know-”
“Lee,” she cut him off, slapping her blessedly cool palms onto his burning, sweat-slicked shoulders. “What the hell is wrong with you? It’s about a hundred degrees and humid as Hades out here, and there’s a nice, cool water source five feet away from you. There’s no way I’m carting your ass back to the road when you drop from heatstroke on me, so get over the blushing virgin act, strip down, and get in the frakking water.”
“I’m not a blushing-“ She reached for the T-shirt and tugged, and Lee was just a second too late to keep it from her grasp. Frak. Frak! He tried to cover with his hands, but she batted them out of the way, reaching for his belt.
“I’m not taking ‘no’ for...” She trailed off, fingers stilling, and he knew. Knew she knew. Frak.
“Kara-” he started, but he didn’t know where the hell to go from there, so he just blushed fourteen shades of red and sat there, helpless.
“Oh.” There was something in the way she said it that had him looking up at her, finally. She was standing in front of him, wet and naked and so close he could see every drop and rivulet on her on her skin. Not helpful. Not helpful. “That because of me?”
“Kara-”
“Because if it is...” she murmured, low and throaty, as she eased a knee onto the boulder next to him. Lee startled just a little, frowning and looking her in the eye. She had that look-that look-the one he’d seen on plenty of girls before, but only ever dreamed of seeing on Kara. “I’m kind of okay with that.”
“Y-You are?” he managed, daring to let his hands rise up just enough to settle on the knee next to his hip, the back of her other thigh.
“I’ve got you out in the woods, alone, for three whole days, Lee.” She rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t on accident.”
“Wait, are you saying you suggested this trip so you could seduce me?” he asked, steadying her as she drew the other knee up until she was straddling his lap. This was... not at all how he saw this going.
“Well, it wasn’t the only thing on my mind, but I was definitely keeping it open as an option. Y’know, depending on how things went.” Her arms were around his neck now, and she was so deliciously cool from the water that he just wanted to tug her close until every inch of her was pressed against him. He fought the urge, running his palms up and down her thighs instead.
“And how are things going, Kara?” he asked, voice sounding huskier than he meant it to, but, well, who could blame him?
“Looks like they’re going pretty well to me,” she murmured, and then her mouth was on his, lips pliant but sure, her tongue teasing against his bottom lip. He opened for her immediately, and it was like a switch flipped. All of a sudden, hands were everywhere. Hers, his. She reached for his pants and began to undo them as he cupped her breasts in his palms and thumbed the nipples. He kissed her mouth, her chin, her throat, her shoulder, and by then she’d worked his pants open and he was arching slightly beneath her so she could shove them down over his ass.
His mouth found her breast just as her fingers wrapped around his erection, and he moaned against her nipple before sucking it between his lips, then nipping at it gently. She made this noise, this high half-moan, half-squeak and he wanted to hear it again, wanted to hear it over and over again, just for him, a million times. Her palm was damp, sliding up and down his length in an easy, steady rhythm, and even just that was too much for him right now. “Kara, stop,” he breathed against her skin, unable to tear his mouth away from the task of licking little rivulets of water from the slope of her breast. Either she didn’t hear him, or she didn’t care, because her hand kept moving, spiraling her fist up and down his shaft and sweet Lords of Kobol, that was good. “Kara,” he said again, stronger this time. “Stop.”
He lifted his head and she was panting, staring at him, and for just a second he thought she looked almost self-conscious. “Lee?”
He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, drew her hand away from him. “Feels too good,” he told her. “I won’t last.”
Her face melted into that cocky Starbuck smirk he was so used to seeing, and she asked him, “Then why wait?”
And then she was twisting her wrist from his grasp and guiding him to her, and for one teasing second the head of his cock dragged against her slick folds, before she sunk down over him with a throaty moan.
It was good, so good, too good, and Lee had to squeeze his eyes shut and clamp his arms tight around her waist, holding her immobile so he wouldn’t just pop right now. Her torso was pressed against him now, every cool inch warming rapidly against his too-hot, too-sticky skin. Her breasts pressed against his chest with every heavy breath she took, and then she did this thing, squirmed just a little, swiveled her hips just the slightest bit and took him just a hint deeper. “Lee,” she breathed, and that was all he could take.
“Gods, Kara... Kara.” When he loosened his hold she began to move immediately, rising and falling over him again and again, and this was going to be embarrassingly short. They were both grunting and moaning, and her arms were tight around his neck, so he slid one hand up and one hand down, squeezing her nipple and rubbing her clit. He heard her say his name, softly, and it sounded almost distant, like he was hearing it through a fog. And then again, sharper, “Lee. Leland.”
She jammed a finger into his shoulder, hard, and Lee winced and writhed away. What the…? “Kara?”
“Wake the frak up, Lee,” she griped, and he felt her hand shaking hard against his shoulder and his whole body went hot with a sick combination of embarrassment and arousal. Oh, no. No, no, no.
“LEE!”
Lee jerked awake, smacking his head hard against the passenger seat headrest. All of a sudden, the reality of the afternoon flooded back to him-the eight-mile walk to the gas station in the next town, hitching a ride back to their car with a mechanic and a fresh tire, his insistence that Kara would drive the rest of the hour to the campsite after what she’d put him through that afternoon, and then closing his eyes for a well-deserved nap. He’d been dreaming. Oh, that was just unfair.
“Gods, Adama, you sleep like the dead,” she muttered, and he was rubbing his eyes and cursing his bad luck as he listened to her unbuckle her seatbelt and climb out of the car. “We’re here. Now wake up, we have a tent to pitch.”
Lee glanced down at his lap, and felt himself blush clear up to his hairline. Already got that covered, he thought to himself, but what he said was, “Yeah, okay. Give me a minute,” There was no way Little Leland, as Kara so gleefully called him, was going away by sheer force of will. Frak. “I need to, uh… Nature’s calling.”
“Well, hurry up. It’s gonna be dark soon,” she called from the back of the truck where she was already busy unloading. Lee took the opportunity to slink out of the car while her attention was elsewhere, heading off toward the trees surrounding the clearing where they were setting up camp.
Making sure he was several trees deep, and completely hidden from sight, Lee opened his fly and took himself in hand, closing his eyes and stroking steadily.
“Hey, Adama!” Kara’s voice bounced off the trees.
Oh, she had to be kidding. “I’m a little busy, Kara!”
“Yeah, yeah. I just gotta know one thing!”
“What?”
“Was she hot??”
He did not have time for this right now… “Who??”
“Whoever you were frakking in your dreams, flyboy!”
Lee felt a wave of sudden cold, like all the blood had drained down to his feet. Oh gods. Oh gods. Had he said something? Had he said her name? Was he caught?? Frak! He cleared his throat a little, searched for a response and came back with, “Hotter than you, that’s for sure!”
And it must have been convincing, because she just laughed and called back, “Ouch, Lee! Just for that, I’m making you cook dinner all by yourself!”
If it meant she had no idea what he’d been dreaming of, Lee thought, that was fine by him. Closing his eyes, Lee pushed aside any guilt he might feel at the idea of using Kara as fantasy material while she was within shouting distance, and conjured up the tail end of his dream. It wasn’t long before he had taken care of business and was zipping up and heading back to camp.
When he reached the edge of the clearing, Kara was bent over the box of camping supplies, the material of her cargo shorts clinging tightly to the curve of her ass. Lee swallowed hard, closed his eyes. This was going to be a long, long three days.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Lee/Kara
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Post-Academy, Pre-mini, AU.
Summary: Lee and Kara decide to head off into the wilderness for one last hurrah before he starts his first posting after War College and she starts as Flight Instructor.
Author's Note: As always, much love to taragel for the beta and much brainstorming and general fabulousness! And much love to eugis for inspiring this chapter way back when the story was first prompted.
Four miles later, Kara had definitely stopped laughing. They’d locked up the truck and taken the important things (keys, wallets, and water bottles) as they made their way down the road. Now, even just the essentials seemed heavy, weighing down Lee’s pockets as they trudged silently beside each other in the blazing afternoon sun. Her tank top was soaked through with sweat, and she’d twisted it up about a mile back, knotting it under her breasts about the same time Lee had lost his shirt.
He watched out of the corner of his eye as she slowed a little, then stopped. “Lee, wait here a sec.”
He looked over at her-no, scowled over at her-and arched a brow. He was still pissed to be walking all this way. Who road trips on a spare tire, anyway?
“Nature’s calling,” she explained. Lee just nodded, then turned away from her to survey the road and she sighed, trudging off into the trees for some privacy.
Minutes passed, and Lee was wondering how it could possibly take Kara this long to pop a squat. And how much longer he could conceivably be mad at her for all this. Truth be told, his ire was waning a bit. Sure, he was hot and cranky, and hungry, and she’d been getting on his nerves all damned day. But she was Kara. That was part of her charm. Besides, they had another three days planned together, and he didn’t want to be responsible for ruining this time off over some ice and a blown tire. They’d been planning this for months, and he’d been looking forward to some alone time with Kara. Far away from protocol and frat regs and all the things he’d always used as excuses to not just kiss her already and get it over with. Not that he had plans to kiss her, per se, but he liked that he had the option.
“Lee!” her voice bounced off the trees, sounding dim and distant, and how frakking far did she go in anyway?
“Yeah??” he called back.
“Get your sorry ass in here! I want to go for a swim!”
Torn between thinking she was crazy and thinking a swim sounded unbelievable right about now, he headed into the woods. “Where are you?”
“Just go straight. You can’t miss me.”
He did as ordered, navigating around some decidedly poisonous-looking vegetation as he headed deeper. Soon enough he could hear the sound of water, and then he spotted her. And she was right: he couldn’t miss her. She was thigh deep in a small stream, and naked as the day she was born. Lee was instantly hard.
Tugging the shirt from his back pocket and holding it (hopefully not too) awkwardly in front of his pants, he watched her spread her arms out wide. Her skin was sun-dappled and milky pale, except where her shoulders were going red, and he thought she was maybe the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. “Come on in, Lee. The water’s frakkin’ freezing.” And then she let herself sink back, submerging to her shoulders with a satisfied sigh. “Gods, this feels good!”
It certainly looked good, but there was no way he was joining her. Not in this state. Not if he ever wanted to hear the end of it. “Looks nice,” he managed, awkwardly, and frak, why did she make him such a tongue-tied idiot sometimes?
“Well come on, strip down and cool off,” she invited, dunking under completely then coming back up and slicking her hair back with one hand. She’d moved deeper into the water, but not deep enough as far as Lee was concerned. The water lapped just at the bottom of her breasts, and it was taking a hell of a lot of willpower not to just stare at her pale pink nipples or the fractured sunlight glinting off the wet swells.
“I’m good here,” he told her, settling himself down on the boulder she’d draped her clothes across and praying to the gods he didn’t believe in that she’d let it go.
She didn’t.
“You’re good there?” she questioned doubtfully, walking a few feet closer to the shore, until the stream was swirling around her navel. She was like something out of a myth. Some kind of water nymph or woodland imp that seduced weary travelers and... and the heat really must be getting to his brain if he was thinking like that.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he lied, resisting the urge to fan himself.
“You’re out of your frakking mind,” she insisted, and then she was walking again, hips rising above water level, then thighs, and knees and then she was on the bank walking toward him and Lee was adjusting the shirt balled up in his lap and pointedly not looking at her naked body. Nope. Not at all.
The closer she got, the more panicked he felt, until he found himself gulping hard and studying some very (not at all) interesting foliage at the base of the rock. “You think that’s Geminon gagweed?” he asked her as he saw her feet come into his periphery. “Because that’s not native to this planet, and it would be interesting to know-”
“Lee,” she cut him off, slapping her blessedly cool palms onto his burning, sweat-slicked shoulders. “What the hell is wrong with you? It’s about a hundred degrees and humid as Hades out here, and there’s a nice, cool water source five feet away from you. There’s no way I’m carting your ass back to the road when you drop from heatstroke on me, so get over the blushing virgin act, strip down, and get in the frakking water.”
“I’m not a blushing-“ She reached for the T-shirt and tugged, and Lee was just a second too late to keep it from her grasp. Frak. Frak! He tried to cover with his hands, but she batted them out of the way, reaching for his belt.
“I’m not taking ‘no’ for...” She trailed off, fingers stilling, and he knew. Knew she knew. Frak.
“Kara-” he started, but he didn’t know where the hell to go from there, so he just blushed fourteen shades of red and sat there, helpless.
“Oh.” There was something in the way she said it that had him looking up at her, finally. She was standing in front of him, wet and naked and so close he could see every drop and rivulet on her on her skin. Not helpful. Not helpful. “That because of me?”
“Kara-”
“Because if it is...” she murmured, low and throaty, as she eased a knee onto the boulder next to him. Lee startled just a little, frowning and looking her in the eye. She had that look-that look-the one he’d seen on plenty of girls before, but only ever dreamed of seeing on Kara. “I’m kind of okay with that.”
“Y-You are?” he managed, daring to let his hands rise up just enough to settle on the knee next to his hip, the back of her other thigh.
“I’ve got you out in the woods, alone, for three whole days, Lee.” She rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t on accident.”
“Wait, are you saying you suggested this trip so you could seduce me?” he asked, steadying her as she drew the other knee up until she was straddling his lap. This was... not at all how he saw this going.
“Well, it wasn’t the only thing on my mind, but I was definitely keeping it open as an option. Y’know, depending on how things went.” Her arms were around his neck now, and she was so deliciously cool from the water that he just wanted to tug her close until every inch of her was pressed against him. He fought the urge, running his palms up and down her thighs instead.
“And how are things going, Kara?” he asked, voice sounding huskier than he meant it to, but, well, who could blame him?
“Looks like they’re going pretty well to me,” she murmured, and then her mouth was on his, lips pliant but sure, her tongue teasing against his bottom lip. He opened for her immediately, and it was like a switch flipped. All of a sudden, hands were everywhere. Hers, his. She reached for his pants and began to undo them as he cupped her breasts in his palms and thumbed the nipples. He kissed her mouth, her chin, her throat, her shoulder, and by then she’d worked his pants open and he was arching slightly beneath her so she could shove them down over his ass.
His mouth found her breast just as her fingers wrapped around his erection, and he moaned against her nipple before sucking it between his lips, then nipping at it gently. She made this noise, this high half-moan, half-squeak and he wanted to hear it again, wanted to hear it over and over again, just for him, a million times. Her palm was damp, sliding up and down his length in an easy, steady rhythm, and even just that was too much for him right now. “Kara, stop,” he breathed against her skin, unable to tear his mouth away from the task of licking little rivulets of water from the slope of her breast. Either she didn’t hear him, or she didn’t care, because her hand kept moving, spiraling her fist up and down his shaft and sweet Lords of Kobol, that was good. “Kara,” he said again, stronger this time. “Stop.”
He lifted his head and she was panting, staring at him, and for just a second he thought she looked almost self-conscious. “Lee?”
He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, drew her hand away from him. “Feels too good,” he told her. “I won’t last.”
Her face melted into that cocky Starbuck smirk he was so used to seeing, and she asked him, “Then why wait?”
And then she was twisting her wrist from his grasp and guiding him to her, and for one teasing second the head of his cock dragged against her slick folds, before she sunk down over him with a throaty moan.
It was good, so good, too good, and Lee had to squeeze his eyes shut and clamp his arms tight around her waist, holding her immobile so he wouldn’t just pop right now. Her torso was pressed against him now, every cool inch warming rapidly against his too-hot, too-sticky skin. Her breasts pressed against his chest with every heavy breath she took, and then she did this thing, squirmed just a little, swiveled her hips just the slightest bit and took him just a hint deeper. “Lee,” she breathed, and that was all he could take.
“Gods, Kara... Kara.” When he loosened his hold she began to move immediately, rising and falling over him again and again, and this was going to be embarrassingly short. They were both grunting and moaning, and her arms were tight around his neck, so he slid one hand up and one hand down, squeezing her nipple and rubbing her clit. He heard her say his name, softly, and it sounded almost distant, like he was hearing it through a fog. And then again, sharper, “Lee. Leland.”
She jammed a finger into his shoulder, hard, and Lee winced and writhed away. What the…? “Kara?”
“Wake the frak up, Lee,” she griped, and he felt her hand shaking hard against his shoulder and his whole body went hot with a sick combination of embarrassment and arousal. Oh, no. No, no, no.
“LEE!”
Lee jerked awake, smacking his head hard against the passenger seat headrest. All of a sudden, the reality of the afternoon flooded back to him-the eight-mile walk to the gas station in the next town, hitching a ride back to their car with a mechanic and a fresh tire, his insistence that Kara would drive the rest of the hour to the campsite after what she’d put him through that afternoon, and then closing his eyes for a well-deserved nap. He’d been dreaming. Oh, that was just unfair.
“Gods, Adama, you sleep like the dead,” she muttered, and he was rubbing his eyes and cursing his bad luck as he listened to her unbuckle her seatbelt and climb out of the car. “We’re here. Now wake up, we have a tent to pitch.”
Lee glanced down at his lap, and felt himself blush clear up to his hairline. Already got that covered, he thought to himself, but what he said was, “Yeah, okay. Give me a minute,” There was no way Little Leland, as Kara so gleefully called him, was going away by sheer force of will. Frak. “I need to, uh… Nature’s calling.”
“Well, hurry up. It’s gonna be dark soon,” she called from the back of the truck where she was already busy unloading. Lee took the opportunity to slink out of the car while her attention was elsewhere, heading off toward the trees surrounding the clearing where they were setting up camp.
Making sure he was several trees deep, and completely hidden from sight, Lee opened his fly and took himself in hand, closing his eyes and stroking steadily.
“Hey, Adama!” Kara’s voice bounced off the trees.
Oh, she had to be kidding. “I’m a little busy, Kara!”
“Yeah, yeah. I just gotta know one thing!”
“What?”
“Was she hot??”
He did not have time for this right now… “Who??”
“Whoever you were frakking in your dreams, flyboy!”
Lee felt a wave of sudden cold, like all the blood had drained down to his feet. Oh gods. Oh gods. Had he said something? Had he said her name? Was he caught?? Frak! He cleared his throat a little, searched for a response and came back with, “Hotter than you, that’s for sure!”
And it must have been convincing, because she just laughed and called back, “Ouch, Lee! Just for that, I’m making you cook dinner all by yourself!”
If it meant she had no idea what he’d been dreaming of, Lee thought, that was fine by him. Closing his eyes, Lee pushed aside any guilt he might feel at the idea of using Kara as fantasy material while she was within shouting distance, and conjured up the tail end of his dream. It wasn’t long before he had taken care of business and was zipping up and heading back to camp.
When he reached the edge of the clearing, Kara was bent over the box of camping supplies, the material of her cargo shorts clinging tightly to the curve of her ass. Lee swallowed hard, closed his eyes. This was going to be a long, long three days.