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fic: BSG, Dee/Lee, Of Sunlight and Trees, R
disclaimer: not mine.
pairing: Anastasia Dualla/Leland Adama (I like typing Leland, shut up)
set: New Caprica, Unfinished Business, AU
length: 1900+
rating: R, sex.
notes: for the porn battle. Went over. Prompt: Battlestar Galactica, Apollo/Dualla, sunlight
Of Sunlight and Trees (such are the things dreams are made of)
by ALC Punk!
The sunlight of New Caprica is still burnishing her skin, and Anastasia Dualla laughs a little as she watches the dancers around her. When dusk fell, some had gone to find tents, others to find places out in the grassy areas. Ana had stayed close to the stage, feeling at odds with the outdoors.
She remembers running through weeds with her brother, playing hide and seek and getting lost in the middle of nowhere only to be found again. It's nothing like being on a battlestar, with only the weight of metal around you. There's strange comfort in the solidity of dradis and stars dancing outside a view port.
They're all laughing as the dance ends, some bumping into each other, hands and arms brushing. Dee catches Kara with one hand, propping the laughing Captain upright, wondering where her lover has gone--
Lee catches them both from Dee's other side, and there's a strange electric current that shocks them all then is gone an instant later as Kara slides back, dancing off with one of the deckhands who'd wandered up. Anastasia watches as Lee's eyes follow her brightness, and she wonders.
"Hey," he says, tugging her off the platform and into the shadows, kissing her gently, almost hungrily.
She can't help but respond, she's never been able to stop the attraction that thrums through her veins for this man. But she can put things on hold, can put them back to a level of reality. She laughs a little as she pulls away. "I should go back. Pack."
"What?" he shifts, pulling her into his body, brushing his hands down her arms, "No. No, I think you should stay."
A smile crosses her lips, and she knows her eyes are already darkening with proof of what her body's feeling. "Oh?" She pushes up on her toes, drags her mouth across his, feeling reckless again, "Gonna drag me off and frak me against a tree, Commander?"
The words are supposed to remind him, make him step back from the edge.
"Maybe I just might," he teases back, hand closing on her hip.
Anastasia stares at him for a moment, wondering what would happen if she pushes, if she refuses and walks away.
Laughter from the dance floor catches her ears, and in that moment, she makes a decision. Kara Thrace made her choice long ago, and this is hers.
"Catch me if you can, Commander," she murmurs, knocking his hand away and spinning.
Running across the clearing and towards the edge where makeshift tents have already begun, she can hear Lee cursing and then laughing behind her. Dee thinks about being fifteen again, with her first boyfriend and his so-serious kisses. They were nothing like running in the moonlight, trying to gain distance on her lover.
She can hear him as she takes a turn, skirting a pile of tent stakes and then nearly tripping over a loose poll. Lee isn't so lucky, his eye-sight and coordination wrecked by the alcohol, and she laughs when she glances back to find him tumbled to the ground. "Not so fleet, Commander," she calls before taking off agin, glancing up towards the stars (up there are Galactica and Pegasus, silent watchers of the peace), gaging her distance and direction as she rounds another corner.
The sound of Lee's footsteps behind her fades away, and she frowns a little, glancing back. He's not behind her anymore, and she wonders if perhaps he's given up.
Still, the thrill of fresh air in her lungs and moonlight above sends her around another corner.
Lee catches her as she passes, spinning them both in a circle and obviously pleased with himself for his strategic thinking. "Caught you," he murmurs, mouth finding hers as they slowly stop moving.
Panting a little with laughter and exertion, Dee wraps herself around him, fingers tangling up into his hair, mouth moving against his.
One, both of them move, swaying and shifting until Dee's foot catches in an anchor line and they nearly fall, Lee only keeping them up-right with pure chance. Free of his mouth, she giggles, licking his neck and tasting salt and Lee. "Now you've caught me, Commander, what are you planning to do?"
"Need to find a tree," Lee replies, looking around and then turning her to walk them both out past the line of tents. His hands are busy sliding up and under her uniform, pressing against her skin through her tanks.
It makes it difficult to walk straight, and she finally stops, the tents barely ten yards back, "This isn't working," she informs him.
"Really? I thought it was going rather well," he says, his mouth against her throat, lips teasing right behind her pulse.
That makes her squirm a little, and she almost doesn't notice when he succeeds in getting her tanks free of her trousers. Except that his fingers are cold and she half-yelps half-moans when the slide up inside, stroking her belly. "I think," she says, her breath coming a little faster, "that there's some logistical problems, Lee."
"I'm good with tactics," he mumbles happily against her neck before his hands come back out, fingers working at her buttons.
Not quite what she'd meant, but it doesn't matter, because he's all pressed up against her back. "Yeah?" She chuckles and then shoves back with her elbow enough to break his hold before taking off again towards the distant tree line. She's going to have sex with her lover in the moonlight of New Caprica, but she'll be damned if she does it out in the open where everyone can see.
A curse comes from behind her and she laughs, hands going to her buttons and undoing them. He hadn't even gotten one free, and she promises herself she'll tease him about that later.
By the time they both reach the trees, Dee has her tunic off and is wondering if draping it over a branch would be best. Lee catches her as she suits actions to thought, and wraps his arms around her as she catches herself against the tree.
"Told you," he giggles, then licks the back of her neck. "Gonna frak you against a tree, Lieutenant."
Dee gets a better grip and pushes back against him, not quite sure about his intentions. "I don't think the tree would appreciate it."
"Trees can't talk," he informs her, his tone very bossy.
A snicker escapes her and she arches her neck, head tipping back against his shoulder, "You caught me, Lee. Now what?"
He's better with the fastenings of her trousers, and his hands aren't unsteady when he slides them under her shirts. Dee helps him get them and her bra off, and gasps a little when his thumbs stroke over her nipples. It's always made her a little surprised, how much Lee likes just touching her. Stroking his hands over her rib cage and down her belly, fingers pressing in at the places he's learned are more sensitive.
Back up her sides, then, and he backs a little, cold fingers tracing up her back and then down her arms before he slides back around, fingertips brushing over the tops of her trousers.
She's almost surprised when his hand pushes down inside, fingers pressing against her. She's already slick for him, probably has been since the dance began and she thought about pulling him into a shadow, like some of the others, of wrapping her hand around him and feeling him tremble against her.
Tables are turned, though, and she's the one trembling as he kisses her shoulder, fingers sure and deft, stroking and pressing until she's biting her lip not to cry out, the sweat soaking her back and the front of his uniform.
Her hands clench on the tree as her legs turn to rubber and she leans in, not caring about the rough scrape of the bark against her skin.
"Gods," Lee mumbles, pulling away and fumbling.
She glances at him, just a slightly lighter shape in the dappled moonlight, and laughs a little, her voice breathless, "Need something, Lee?"
His hands pull at her trousers and panties, and she helps shove them down her legs, but keeps one hand on the tree, pretty certain she'll fall over if she doesn't.
"Dee, I, now--?"
A laugh escapes her and she leans forward, reaching one hand back to him, "Hurry up before I freeze."
He makes a sound and then moves, hands firm on her hips, then underneath. Sliding in with one thrust, he lets out another sound, a moan that makes her belly clench. She thinks maybe he's been hard almost this whole time, and smiles a little as she pushes back into him, making him move.
"Not gonna," he mutters, hands tightening on her, blunt nails digging into her skin.
Dee wonders what bruises she'll have in the morning; decides she doesn't care. "Didn't think so, Commander," she replies, voice pert and a little taunting. She knows she won't come again--not without more stimulation and time. Though, Gods, does it feel good.
Lee bends, mouth against her shoulder, teeth and tongue marking her skin as he fraks her, movement pushing her up against the tree a little more.
Reaching back, she grabs his hand, their fingers sliding together in a way that matches their bodies.
He shudders, teeth scraping her skin harder than he'd intended, but not seeming to notice. Dee pushes against the tree, trying to hold them both up, though he's heavier than her and the angle is awkward.
Maybe he gets that, because his arm hooks around her waist and he pulls her up and against him as his legs give out, both of them sliding to the dirt floor, the scent of growing things suddenly filling their nostrils as Dee plants a hand on a tiny shrub.
"A little drunk," she murmurs, twisting so she can see his face in the dim light.
"Good kinda drunk."
Dee shifts again and her legs get tangled in her pants. "You know," she notes wryly as she works to untie her boots, "There's one thing battlestars have going for them that beats all this nature."
"Yeah?" Lee's hands are sliding up around her waist, catching both her breasts and making her thinking a little difficult.
"No--" she breathes out on a low moan, wondering how the hell she ever thought she'd be able to walk away from him, "--sticks under your ass."
He laughs, hands staying right where they are, "That a complaint, Anastasia?"
Something about the way he says her name, low and husky sends a spark straight down her spine. She kicks off a boot, then shoves her pants and underwear off the rest of the way, not really caring about the other. Eeling around, she puts her hands on his shoulders, shoving him back and wondering how he'd managed to stay mostly dressed through all of this. "It's a complaint. One you can fix."
His hands return to her breasts and he grins, "That an order."
She moans a little, arching into his touch and straddling his lap. "Yes."
"I aim to please. Sir." His mouth closes on a nipple before she can reply.
Not that it matters much, she really can't think of a frakking thing to say.
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pairing: Anastasia Dualla/Leland Adama (I like typing Leland, shut up)
set: New Caprica, Unfinished Business, AU
length: 1900+
rating: R, sex.
notes: for the porn battle. Went over. Prompt: Battlestar Galactica, Apollo/Dualla, sunlight
Of Sunlight and Trees (such are the things dreams are made of)
by ALC Punk!
The sunlight of New Caprica is still burnishing her skin, and Anastasia Dualla laughs a little as she watches the dancers around her. When dusk fell, some had gone to find tents, others to find places out in the grassy areas. Ana had stayed close to the stage, feeling at odds with the outdoors.
She remembers running through weeds with her brother, playing hide and seek and getting lost in the middle of nowhere only to be found again. It's nothing like being on a battlestar, with only the weight of metal around you. There's strange comfort in the solidity of dradis and stars dancing outside a view port.
They're all laughing as the dance ends, some bumping into each other, hands and arms brushing. Dee catches Kara with one hand, propping the laughing Captain upright, wondering where her lover has gone--
Lee catches them both from Dee's other side, and there's a strange electric current that shocks them all then is gone an instant later as Kara slides back, dancing off with one of the deckhands who'd wandered up. Anastasia watches as Lee's eyes follow her brightness, and she wonders.
"Hey," he says, tugging her off the platform and into the shadows, kissing her gently, almost hungrily.
She can't help but respond, she's never been able to stop the attraction that thrums through her veins for this man. But she can put things on hold, can put them back to a level of reality. She laughs a little as she pulls away. "I should go back. Pack."
"What?" he shifts, pulling her into his body, brushing his hands down her arms, "No. No, I think you should stay."
A smile crosses her lips, and she knows her eyes are already darkening with proof of what her body's feeling. "Oh?" She pushes up on her toes, drags her mouth across his, feeling reckless again, "Gonna drag me off and frak me against a tree, Commander?"
The words are supposed to remind him, make him step back from the edge.
"Maybe I just might," he teases back, hand closing on her hip.
Anastasia stares at him for a moment, wondering what would happen if she pushes, if she refuses and walks away.
Laughter from the dance floor catches her ears, and in that moment, she makes a decision. Kara Thrace made her choice long ago, and this is hers.
"Catch me if you can, Commander," she murmurs, knocking his hand away and spinning.
Running across the clearing and towards the edge where makeshift tents have already begun, she can hear Lee cursing and then laughing behind her. Dee thinks about being fifteen again, with her first boyfriend and his so-serious kisses. They were nothing like running in the moonlight, trying to gain distance on her lover.
She can hear him as she takes a turn, skirting a pile of tent stakes and then nearly tripping over a loose poll. Lee isn't so lucky, his eye-sight and coordination wrecked by the alcohol, and she laughs when she glances back to find him tumbled to the ground. "Not so fleet, Commander," she calls before taking off agin, glancing up towards the stars (up there are Galactica and Pegasus, silent watchers of the peace), gaging her distance and direction as she rounds another corner.
The sound of Lee's footsteps behind her fades away, and she frowns a little, glancing back. He's not behind her anymore, and she wonders if perhaps he's given up.
Still, the thrill of fresh air in her lungs and moonlight above sends her around another corner.
Lee catches her as she passes, spinning them both in a circle and obviously pleased with himself for his strategic thinking. "Caught you," he murmurs, mouth finding hers as they slowly stop moving.
Panting a little with laughter and exertion, Dee wraps herself around him, fingers tangling up into his hair, mouth moving against his.
One, both of them move, swaying and shifting until Dee's foot catches in an anchor line and they nearly fall, Lee only keeping them up-right with pure chance. Free of his mouth, she giggles, licking his neck and tasting salt and Lee. "Now you've caught me, Commander, what are you planning to do?"
"Need to find a tree," Lee replies, looking around and then turning her to walk them both out past the line of tents. His hands are busy sliding up and under her uniform, pressing against her skin through her tanks.
It makes it difficult to walk straight, and she finally stops, the tents barely ten yards back, "This isn't working," she informs him.
"Really? I thought it was going rather well," he says, his mouth against her throat, lips teasing right behind her pulse.
That makes her squirm a little, and she almost doesn't notice when he succeeds in getting her tanks free of her trousers. Except that his fingers are cold and she half-yelps half-moans when the slide up inside, stroking her belly. "I think," she says, her breath coming a little faster, "that there's some logistical problems, Lee."
"I'm good with tactics," he mumbles happily against her neck before his hands come back out, fingers working at her buttons.
Not quite what she'd meant, but it doesn't matter, because he's all pressed up against her back. "Yeah?" She chuckles and then shoves back with her elbow enough to break his hold before taking off again towards the distant tree line. She's going to have sex with her lover in the moonlight of New Caprica, but she'll be damned if she does it out in the open where everyone can see.
A curse comes from behind her and she laughs, hands going to her buttons and undoing them. He hadn't even gotten one free, and she promises herself she'll tease him about that later.
By the time they both reach the trees, Dee has her tunic off and is wondering if draping it over a branch would be best. Lee catches her as she suits actions to thought, and wraps his arms around her as she catches herself against the tree.
"Told you," he giggles, then licks the back of her neck. "Gonna frak you against a tree, Lieutenant."
Dee gets a better grip and pushes back against him, not quite sure about his intentions. "I don't think the tree would appreciate it."
"Trees can't talk," he informs her, his tone very bossy.
A snicker escapes her and she arches her neck, head tipping back against his shoulder, "You caught me, Lee. Now what?"
He's better with the fastenings of her trousers, and his hands aren't unsteady when he slides them under her shirts. Dee helps him get them and her bra off, and gasps a little when his thumbs stroke over her nipples. It's always made her a little surprised, how much Lee likes just touching her. Stroking his hands over her rib cage and down her belly, fingers pressing in at the places he's learned are more sensitive.
Back up her sides, then, and he backs a little, cold fingers tracing up her back and then down her arms before he slides back around, fingertips brushing over the tops of her trousers.
She's almost surprised when his hand pushes down inside, fingers pressing against her. She's already slick for him, probably has been since the dance began and she thought about pulling him into a shadow, like some of the others, of wrapping her hand around him and feeling him tremble against her.
Tables are turned, though, and she's the one trembling as he kisses her shoulder, fingers sure and deft, stroking and pressing until she's biting her lip not to cry out, the sweat soaking her back and the front of his uniform.
Her hands clench on the tree as her legs turn to rubber and she leans in, not caring about the rough scrape of the bark against her skin.
"Gods," Lee mumbles, pulling away and fumbling.
She glances at him, just a slightly lighter shape in the dappled moonlight, and laughs a little, her voice breathless, "Need something, Lee?"
His hands pull at her trousers and panties, and she helps shove them down her legs, but keeps one hand on the tree, pretty certain she'll fall over if she doesn't.
"Dee, I, now--?"
A laugh escapes her and she leans forward, reaching one hand back to him, "Hurry up before I freeze."
He makes a sound and then moves, hands firm on her hips, then underneath. Sliding in with one thrust, he lets out another sound, a moan that makes her belly clench. She thinks maybe he's been hard almost this whole time, and smiles a little as she pushes back into him, making him move.
"Not gonna," he mutters, hands tightening on her, blunt nails digging into her skin.
Dee wonders what bruises she'll have in the morning; decides she doesn't care. "Didn't think so, Commander," she replies, voice pert and a little taunting. She knows she won't come again--not without more stimulation and time. Though, Gods, does it feel good.
Lee bends, mouth against her shoulder, teeth and tongue marking her skin as he fraks her, movement pushing her up against the tree a little more.
Reaching back, she grabs his hand, their fingers sliding together in a way that matches their bodies.
He shudders, teeth scraping her skin harder than he'd intended, but not seeming to notice. Dee pushes against the tree, trying to hold them both up, though he's heavier than her and the angle is awkward.
Maybe he gets that, because his arm hooks around her waist and he pulls her up and against him as his legs give out, both of them sliding to the dirt floor, the scent of growing things suddenly filling their nostrils as Dee plants a hand on a tiny shrub.
"A little drunk," she murmurs, twisting so she can see his face in the dim light.
"Good kinda drunk."
Dee shifts again and her legs get tangled in her pants. "You know," she notes wryly as she works to untie her boots, "There's one thing battlestars have going for them that beats all this nature."
"Yeah?" Lee's hands are sliding up around her waist, catching both her breasts and making her thinking a little difficult.
"No--" she breathes out on a low moan, wondering how the hell she ever thought she'd be able to walk away from him, "--sticks under your ass."
He laughs, hands staying right where they are, "That a complaint, Anastasia?"
Something about the way he says her name, low and husky sends a spark straight down her spine. She kicks off a boot, then shoves her pants and underwear off the rest of the way, not really caring about the other. Eeling around, she puts her hands on his shoulders, shoving him back and wondering how he'd managed to stay mostly dressed through all of this. "It's a complaint. One you can fix."
His hands return to her breasts and he grins, "That an order."
She moans a little, arching into his touch and straddling his lap. "Yes."
"I aim to please. Sir." His mouth closes on a nipple before she can reply.
Not that it matters much, she really can't think of a frakking thing to say.
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I really needed this after the other week.
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And thank you. =)
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I admit that I hated Lee/Dee until last week's episode. As soon as I saw how Lee was feeling on that date, how content he was, I jumped on the Lee/Dee ship. Of course, my newly-found love was quickly crushed by what happened, but at least I can still enjoy the pairing in fanfic. :)
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The thing is, there were times when the relationship worked (season two, for instance) and then... the writers went, "OH WAIT" and it stopped working so much. But they WERE utterly adorable in that episode, yes.
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