Not the Colonial Dream
Title: Not The Colonial Dream
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2300
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Summary: Her pants were starting to feel a little bit snug and she felt the weight of the inevitable revelation of her condition pressing down on her
Written for bsg_pornbattle prompts pregnancy, Pegasus, porch swing and a puppy
“Commander,” Kara regarded him coolly as she pushed past him, when he tried to grab her arm.
Lee trailed her down the corridor down in a relentless stride. After several failed attempts to get her to face him, including pulling rank, he blurted out. “I thought we were okay.”
“We are okay!” she snapped, throwing her hands in the air. “We’re fine. Good. Great. Whatever.”
The next second, she was rushing for the head and shook him off when he tried to put his hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?” He dropped down to his knees next to her once she’s stopped heaving.
“Yeah.” She shifted away from him. “My stomach’s just been bugging me for a while.”
“How long’s a while?”
“A while.”
“Have you seen Doc Cottle?”
“Yeah.” She pushed herself to her feet and headed for the door. “I have to go.”
She never made it to her viper, back to Galactica. Not after Commander Adama made it perfectly clear he wasn’t going to let her fly if she was feeling so sick. He brought her, grudgingly, back to his quarters where she had a private head to use when she had to throw up two more times.
He was getting ready to put a call in to have Cottle brought over when she blurted out: “I’m pregnant.” He felt his jaw drop; she folded her arms over her chest. “Frakking morning sickness can’t tell time.”
She looked anything but happy about it-abortion being illegal now, there wasn’t much she could do. Less than a month ago, when Roslin had been president, she probably could’ve gotten around the law, but with Baltar in charge it didn’t seem likely. Though, knowing Kara, if she really wanted out of this pregnancy there were a dozen or so unorthodox ways she could’ve taken care of it already.
He shifted, folded and unfolded his arms, before he spoke. “You and Sam move fast, huh.”
“It’s not Sam’s,” she said a little too quickly. “We’re not together anymore.”
Lee swallowed hard, wondering why the hell it felt like the room had lost half it’s oxygen. Before he opened his mouth, he had the sinking suspicion he knew what was going on. “…You mean…?”
What felt like an eternity of silence passed and then she finally looked at him. “You really need a recap? You. Me. R&R. Cloud 9 storage closet. Ended with us fighting, you getting drinks with Dee, me shooting you, and us not talking for a month.”
“Fun night.” It was all he could get out. His brain was too busy trying to process the information. It was true. It was completely true-Kara Thrace was (he quickly ran the math) nine weeks pregnant with his baby. Half of him wanted to pinch himself, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
Kara shoved herself off the couch and shook her head like she didn’t know why she was even bothering with the conversation. He didn’t move to touch her, just said, “Kara, wait.” And by some strange twist of fate, she did. “What are you going to do now?”
She drew in a breath, pursed her lips in thought, and shook her head. “I have absolutely no idea.” Her shoulders dropped slightly. “I have no frakking idea how to raise a kid.” She watched him for a moment, eyes fixed on his like she was waiting for him to say something and then the brief flash of vulnerability was gone. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, sir, I need to get back to my ship.”
When she turned to leave, he somehow knew that if he let her walk out that door now, that would be it. This was his one chance, his only chance to really make things right between them, so he called after her, “You don’t have to do this alone.”
Her laugh was humorless, her eyes screwed tightly shut. “Right. You’re going to be my wingman through all of this.”
He stepped towards her and she didn’t step back. “If you’ll let me.”
“What about Dee?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest.
“Obviously this changes things.”
The way she tensed up let him know that it was exactly the wrong thing to say. “Don’t do me any favors, Lee.” She turned on her heel and stormed from the room and this time he didn’t follow her.
***
A week after her encounter with Lee, Kara sat in her office shuffling through her papers and fighting back an intense wave of nausea. Her pants were starting to feel a little bit snug and she felt the weight of the inevitable revelation of her condition pressing down on her. Cottle was threatening to go to the Admiral every day she didn’t, but so far he hadn’t followed through, like he was hoping she’d grow a backbone and fess up to the Old Man herself.
More than once Kara had considered how much easier it would be to raid the galley for ambrosia and just end the problem once and for all. And yet, somehow she couldn’t just make herself go through with it. Maybe if she had done it sooner, as soon as she found out it, would’ve been easier, but frak it all if she wasn’t actually starting to get used to the idea. She wasn’t happy about it, exactly-being CAG was about all the responsibility she could handle, she couldn’t begin to count all the ways she’d frak up having to take care of a kid-but at the same time she wasn’t exactly sure that by the end of nine months she was going to be able to give it up to some family the way she’d been planning.
Helo, trying to cheer her up, had once ribbed her about when was the last time Starbuck backed down from a challenge. Kara rubbed at her temples-true, Starbuck was not the kind of person to back down when the going got tough. On the other hand, drinking, brawling, daredevil-pilot Starbuck would also make a terrible mother. And to make matters worse, she was getting ridiculously hungry.
She sat back in her chair, running a hand down over her slightly rounded stomach. “You’re a real pain in my ass,” she muttered, feeling almost affectionate. “Just like your dad.”
Just then a knock sounded at the hatch. Kara sat up straight once more and tried to look busy with her paperwork. “Come in.” She glanced up to see the object of her stupid conversation step into her office with an expression she couldn’t quite read and a bag slung over his shoulder.
“What do you want, Lee?”
He set the satchel down on the floor and drew out a cylindrical container and carried it over to her desk, setting it down in front of her. She faltered for a moment, trying to hang on to her irritation but she had to admit, he was good. She had not seen this coming. “Lee, where the hell did you get this?”
“The Zephyr still had some aboard; it’s been sitting around in their freezers for ten months, but it should still be good.” Lee gave her a smile and dug out from the bag a spoon, and, despite herself, she greedily snatched it from him.
“I have been craving ice cream for weeks.” She tore the lid off the container and dug in. It had melted some on the way over but that didn’t matter, just made it easier to eat. “I didn’t think there was any left in the universe.”
He pulled up a chair and smiled as he sat down next to her. “I know. Helo said you’d been talking about-”
“You talked to Helo?” She felt a little bit warm despite the dessert. Even though she’d refused all contact with him, he’d been asking about her, checking up on her, and she was having a hell of a time trying to tamp down the little flutter of happiness that was starting to build. Just hormones, she reassured herself, until Lee made it practically impossible to ignore.
“I broke things off with Dee.”
And there was that frakking flutter again, threatening to turn into an entire swarm of butterflies. Dee was a good person, smart, stable-and Lee had walked away from all of that. Lee had just left his simple, easy relationship and for what? What did he want? “Why’d you do that?”
Lee reached out, brushing his hand over her cheek. “I told you, Kara. I told you I wanted to be here for you. That is what I want.” And as if sealing a promise he caught her face between his hands and kissed her breathless. And gods, gods it was good, the taste of his lips, the feel of his mouth all hot and hungry for her. She remembered every bit of it, better than it was before.
Kara broke for air, dizzy and panting and staring into those eyes. Lee stared right back at her, all that blue lit up bright with hope. He actually wanted her-wanted to try for some frakked up version of a family with her-and she melted in to him a little bit. “What do you say, Kara?”
“Well.” Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips. She rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. “I guess you owe me.” She gave a sharp nod. “Yeah, I think you owe me a hell of a lot. Knocking me up and all that.”
Lee let his hand slide down to her stomach, just the slightest bit rounded and smiled, godsdamnit he was beautiful when he smiled. She fleetingly wondered if the kid inside of her would have his smile. He brushed his hand along her hip. “And how long do you think it’ll take me to repay this debt?”
“Oh, I think eighteen years. At least.”
“Eighteen years, huh?” His hand slipped down, thumb stroking along the inner seam of her pants and she gasped softly. “Guess I should get started on that.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned at him. “Guess you should.”
His lips on hers again, he lifted her up to sit on her desk and he dropped down to his knees in front of her. Lee rose up, lips brushing against hers as his hands worked at her fatigues, pushing off her jacket and tanks, and making short work of her fly. Kara arched slightly to let him pull her pants and briefs down over her ass, off her legs, and toss them aside.
Lee gripped her hips, tugging her forward to the edge of the desk. He turned his head, planting warm, wet kisses on a trail from her knee on up, licking a broad stripe across the crease where her thigh met her body. She hooked her leg around his shoulder and nudged his head, pushing him against her center.
Kara drew in a breath to say… something, but it got lost in a haze of delight and died in a throaty moan as he touched his tongue to her clit, licking a light circle over it. Her head fell back as he repeated the motion, this time licking down to her entrance. Her hips bucked forward, urging him on. He pressed two fingers into her, starting a steady motion as his mouth closed over her clit. Kara was moaning, whispering to the gods, and within minutes coming apart around him, gasping and trembling and clutching his shoulders like she’d fly off into space if she didn’t.
Before she’d even stopped shaking, Lee was on his feet and out of his uniform in what had to have been a worlds’ record. He cupped his hand over her cheek, thumb brushing a soft line from her cheekbone to her jaw before leaning in to kiss her again. His hand slipped low between them, resting on the slight curve of her stomach and Kara arched in to him. Lee’s hardness pressed against her slick folds, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer to her. She looked up at him with a grin on her face. “You know, I think this is what got us into this mess in the first place.”
“Well.” He leaned forward, lips hovering inches from hers. “If we weren’t in this mess, I wouldn’t owe you.” And he pushed forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth thrust, and suddenly Kara remembered all the parts she didn’t mind about this whole baby-making ordeal. Lee thrust into her, smooth and strong and made her gasp every single time.
His hands were everywhere, caressing her, holding her, and gods it was nothing like their quick frak in a closet. This was something else entirely. His lips found that sensitive spot behind her ear and sucked hard as she rocked her hips into his. It was much, much better than last time, she thought as she felt her second orgasm building inside her. She pulled Lee close, his hand slipping down to her clit, bringing her off with a few quick strokes. She screamed his name and clenched tight around him and soon he was rushing headlong into his own release.
Sated and spent, they sagged against each other, Kara’s arms wrapped around Lee’s neck, with her head resting on his shoulder. If this was what it meant to have Lee in her life, she could really get used to it.
“Kara?” he asked, voice soft.
“Yeah?”
Lee drew in a deep breath. “Are we okay?”
She shifted against, fingers brushing against his bare chest. “Yeah. We’re okay.” She turned a smug smile up towards him. “I’m going to hit you ‘til you bleed when I have to give birth to this thing, but we’re okay.”
Lee bent down, resting his forehead against hers as he brushed a lock of sweaty gold hair back from her face. It was a far cry from a porch swing and a puppy, not the Colonial Dream by any stretch of the imagination, but Starbuck and Apollo and their baby sounded pretty damned good to her right now.
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2300
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Summary: Her pants were starting to feel a little bit snug and she felt the weight of the inevitable revelation of her condition pressing down on her
Written for bsg_pornbattle prompts pregnancy, Pegasus, porch swing and a puppy
“Commander,” Kara regarded him coolly as she pushed past him, when he tried to grab her arm.
Lee trailed her down the corridor down in a relentless stride. After several failed attempts to get her to face him, including pulling rank, he blurted out. “I thought we were okay.”
“We are okay!” she snapped, throwing her hands in the air. “We’re fine. Good. Great. Whatever.”
The next second, she was rushing for the head and shook him off when he tried to put his hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?” He dropped down to his knees next to her once she’s stopped heaving.
“Yeah.” She shifted away from him. “My stomach’s just been bugging me for a while.”
“How long’s a while?”
“A while.”
“Have you seen Doc Cottle?”
“Yeah.” She pushed herself to her feet and headed for the door. “I have to go.”
She never made it to her viper, back to Galactica. Not after Commander Adama made it perfectly clear he wasn’t going to let her fly if she was feeling so sick. He brought her, grudgingly, back to his quarters where she had a private head to use when she had to throw up two more times.
He was getting ready to put a call in to have Cottle brought over when she blurted out: “I’m pregnant.” He felt his jaw drop; she folded her arms over her chest. “Frakking morning sickness can’t tell time.”
She looked anything but happy about it-abortion being illegal now, there wasn’t much she could do. Less than a month ago, when Roslin had been president, she probably could’ve gotten around the law, but with Baltar in charge it didn’t seem likely. Though, knowing Kara, if she really wanted out of this pregnancy there were a dozen or so unorthodox ways she could’ve taken care of it already.
He shifted, folded and unfolded his arms, before he spoke. “You and Sam move fast, huh.”
“It’s not Sam’s,” she said a little too quickly. “We’re not together anymore.”
Lee swallowed hard, wondering why the hell it felt like the room had lost half it’s oxygen. Before he opened his mouth, he had the sinking suspicion he knew what was going on. “…You mean…?”
What felt like an eternity of silence passed and then she finally looked at him. “You really need a recap? You. Me. R&R. Cloud 9 storage closet. Ended with us fighting, you getting drinks with Dee, me shooting you, and us not talking for a month.”
“Fun night.” It was all he could get out. His brain was too busy trying to process the information. It was true. It was completely true-Kara Thrace was (he quickly ran the math) nine weeks pregnant with his baby. Half of him wanted to pinch himself, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
Kara shoved herself off the couch and shook her head like she didn’t know why she was even bothering with the conversation. He didn’t move to touch her, just said, “Kara, wait.” And by some strange twist of fate, she did. “What are you going to do now?”
She drew in a breath, pursed her lips in thought, and shook her head. “I have absolutely no idea.” Her shoulders dropped slightly. “I have no frakking idea how to raise a kid.” She watched him for a moment, eyes fixed on his like she was waiting for him to say something and then the brief flash of vulnerability was gone. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, sir, I need to get back to my ship.”
When she turned to leave, he somehow knew that if he let her walk out that door now, that would be it. This was his one chance, his only chance to really make things right between them, so he called after her, “You don’t have to do this alone.”
Her laugh was humorless, her eyes screwed tightly shut. “Right. You’re going to be my wingman through all of this.”
He stepped towards her and she didn’t step back. “If you’ll let me.”
“What about Dee?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest.
“Obviously this changes things.”
The way she tensed up let him know that it was exactly the wrong thing to say. “Don’t do me any favors, Lee.” She turned on her heel and stormed from the room and this time he didn’t follow her.
***
A week after her encounter with Lee, Kara sat in her office shuffling through her papers and fighting back an intense wave of nausea. Her pants were starting to feel a little bit snug and she felt the weight of the inevitable revelation of her condition pressing down on her. Cottle was threatening to go to the Admiral every day she didn’t, but so far he hadn’t followed through, like he was hoping she’d grow a backbone and fess up to the Old Man herself.
More than once Kara had considered how much easier it would be to raid the galley for ambrosia and just end the problem once and for all. And yet, somehow she couldn’t just make herself go through with it. Maybe if she had done it sooner, as soon as she found out it, would’ve been easier, but frak it all if she wasn’t actually starting to get used to the idea. She wasn’t happy about it, exactly-being CAG was about all the responsibility she could handle, she couldn’t begin to count all the ways she’d frak up having to take care of a kid-but at the same time she wasn’t exactly sure that by the end of nine months she was going to be able to give it up to some family the way she’d been planning.
Helo, trying to cheer her up, had once ribbed her about when was the last time Starbuck backed down from a challenge. Kara rubbed at her temples-true, Starbuck was not the kind of person to back down when the going got tough. On the other hand, drinking, brawling, daredevil-pilot Starbuck would also make a terrible mother. And to make matters worse, she was getting ridiculously hungry.
She sat back in her chair, running a hand down over her slightly rounded stomach. “You’re a real pain in my ass,” she muttered, feeling almost affectionate. “Just like your dad.”
Just then a knock sounded at the hatch. Kara sat up straight once more and tried to look busy with her paperwork. “Come in.” She glanced up to see the object of her stupid conversation step into her office with an expression she couldn’t quite read and a bag slung over his shoulder.
“What do you want, Lee?”
He set the satchel down on the floor and drew out a cylindrical container and carried it over to her desk, setting it down in front of her. She faltered for a moment, trying to hang on to her irritation but she had to admit, he was good. She had not seen this coming. “Lee, where the hell did you get this?”
“The Zephyr still had some aboard; it’s been sitting around in their freezers for ten months, but it should still be good.” Lee gave her a smile and dug out from the bag a spoon, and, despite herself, she greedily snatched it from him.
“I have been craving ice cream for weeks.” She tore the lid off the container and dug in. It had melted some on the way over but that didn’t matter, just made it easier to eat. “I didn’t think there was any left in the universe.”
He pulled up a chair and smiled as he sat down next to her. “I know. Helo said you’d been talking about-”
“You talked to Helo?” She felt a little bit warm despite the dessert. Even though she’d refused all contact with him, he’d been asking about her, checking up on her, and she was having a hell of a time trying to tamp down the little flutter of happiness that was starting to build. Just hormones, she reassured herself, until Lee made it practically impossible to ignore.
“I broke things off with Dee.”
And there was that frakking flutter again, threatening to turn into an entire swarm of butterflies. Dee was a good person, smart, stable-and Lee had walked away from all of that. Lee had just left his simple, easy relationship and for what? What did he want? “Why’d you do that?”
Lee reached out, brushing his hand over her cheek. “I told you, Kara. I told you I wanted to be here for you. That is what I want.” And as if sealing a promise he caught her face between his hands and kissed her breathless. And gods, gods it was good, the taste of his lips, the feel of his mouth all hot and hungry for her. She remembered every bit of it, better than it was before.
Kara broke for air, dizzy and panting and staring into those eyes. Lee stared right back at her, all that blue lit up bright with hope. He actually wanted her-wanted to try for some frakked up version of a family with her-and she melted in to him a little bit. “What do you say, Kara?”
“Well.” Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips. She rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. “I guess you owe me.” She gave a sharp nod. “Yeah, I think you owe me a hell of a lot. Knocking me up and all that.”
Lee let his hand slide down to her stomach, just the slightest bit rounded and smiled, godsdamnit he was beautiful when he smiled. She fleetingly wondered if the kid inside of her would have his smile. He brushed his hand along her hip. “And how long do you think it’ll take me to repay this debt?”
“Oh, I think eighteen years. At least.”
“Eighteen years, huh?” His hand slipped down, thumb stroking along the inner seam of her pants and she gasped softly. “Guess I should get started on that.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned at him. “Guess you should.”
His lips on hers again, he lifted her up to sit on her desk and he dropped down to his knees in front of her. Lee rose up, lips brushing against hers as his hands worked at her fatigues, pushing off her jacket and tanks, and making short work of her fly. Kara arched slightly to let him pull her pants and briefs down over her ass, off her legs, and toss them aside.
Lee gripped her hips, tugging her forward to the edge of the desk. He turned his head, planting warm, wet kisses on a trail from her knee on up, licking a broad stripe across the crease where her thigh met her body. She hooked her leg around his shoulder and nudged his head, pushing him against her center.
Kara drew in a breath to say… something, but it got lost in a haze of delight and died in a throaty moan as he touched his tongue to her clit, licking a light circle over it. Her head fell back as he repeated the motion, this time licking down to her entrance. Her hips bucked forward, urging him on. He pressed two fingers into her, starting a steady motion as his mouth closed over her clit. Kara was moaning, whispering to the gods, and within minutes coming apart around him, gasping and trembling and clutching his shoulders like she’d fly off into space if she didn’t.
Before she’d even stopped shaking, Lee was on his feet and out of his uniform in what had to have been a worlds’ record. He cupped his hand over her cheek, thumb brushing a soft line from her cheekbone to her jaw before leaning in to kiss her again. His hand slipped low between them, resting on the slight curve of her stomach and Kara arched in to him. Lee’s hardness pressed against her slick folds, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer to her. She looked up at him with a grin on her face. “You know, I think this is what got us into this mess in the first place.”
“Well.” He leaned forward, lips hovering inches from hers. “If we weren’t in this mess, I wouldn’t owe you.” And he pushed forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth thrust, and suddenly Kara remembered all the parts she didn’t mind about this whole baby-making ordeal. Lee thrust into her, smooth and strong and made her gasp every single time.
His hands were everywhere, caressing her, holding her, and gods it was nothing like their quick frak in a closet. This was something else entirely. His lips found that sensitive spot behind her ear and sucked hard as she rocked her hips into his. It was much, much better than last time, she thought as she felt her second orgasm building inside her. She pulled Lee close, his hand slipping down to her clit, bringing her off with a few quick strokes. She screamed his name and clenched tight around him and soon he was rushing headlong into his own release.
Sated and spent, they sagged against each other, Kara’s arms wrapped around Lee’s neck, with her head resting on his shoulder. If this was what it meant to have Lee in her life, she could really get used to it.
“Kara?” he asked, voice soft.
“Yeah?”
Lee drew in a deep breath. “Are we okay?”
She shifted against, fingers brushing against his bare chest. “Yeah. We’re okay.” She turned a smug smile up towards him. “I’m going to hit you ‘til you bleed when I have to give birth to this thing, but we’re okay.”
Lee bent down, resting his forehead against hers as he brushed a lock of sweaty gold hair back from her face. It was a far cry from a porch swing and a puppy, not the Colonial Dream by any stretch of the imagination, but Starbuck and Apollo and their baby sounded pretty damned good to her right now.