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fic: BSG, Just Like Starting a Car, Kara/Dee
disclaimer: not mine
pairing: Kara Thrace/Anastasia Dualla (with references to Kara/Lee, Dee/Lee, Kara/Sam [more than brief, for them], Dee/Billy and Kara/Zak)
set: during Sine Qua Non
rating: soft R, language, girls kissing, girls having sex.
length: 2,900
notes: I... I have been seeing this file and just assuming it had been finished and so haven't reopened it until tonight, and so. . . With a bit of editing (and a search to see if it had come from somewhere, and it had), I can post it. \o/
Just Like Starting a Car
by ALC Punk!
Dee ran a hand over her face, trying not to lose her patience with Starbuck. The pilot was sitting across from her, rambling on about something while they both tried to work on paperwork. Kara had CAG schedules and Dee was working on the CIC roster, and they both needed to get them done and submitted for the Admiral's approval before the hour was up.
"So then the bastards--"
"Captain." Enough was frakking enough. Dee raised her head and glared.
"Lieutenant." Her eyebrows raised. "Something wrong?"
"We need to finish these."
"Yeah, got that the last time you said it."
"Then shut the frak up," Dee suggested, tossing her pen down and wishing she could have thrown it at Starbuck. Or punched her, maybe. And while the violent thought was a little out of place, it was something Kara Thrace inspired in her. Dee wondered if she should be worried about that.
Kara's expression turned smug and satisfied. "Yeah? Make me," she suggested, leaning on the table, her voice dropping a little, "Because I can talk all day, Dee. I've got more than enough stories."
Maybe she should punch her. The thought followed on the heels of Dee's body pulling her to her feet. She was halfway around the table, still trying to decide if that were a good idea. Starbuck leaned back in her chair, obviously expecting--waiting--for Dee to do something violent.
So Dee bent down and kissed her, instead.
For just an instant, she was thinking of it as revenge: Kara Thrace had been Lee Adama's obsession and now she was finding out why. Except that Dee could taste the crap coffee they'd both been drinking and Kara's mouth shifted under hers, and suddenly she was acutely aware that it had been months since the last time she'd had sex.
Lee hadn't even seemed to be concentrating on her, at the time, already wrapped up in Baltar's trial and his sense of injustice over Kara's death.
She pulled back and looked down at the surprised expression on Starbuck's face. "Now will you shut up?"
"Depends."
Trying not to rub her hands on her arms, pressing down the hairs that had risen during the kiss, Dee rolled her eyes. It was always conditions with Starbuck. "On what, Captain?"
"On whether that was just for show or not."
The silence stretched too long, and Dee finally raised her head again, meeting Starbuck's eyes. "I don't know," was her quiet answer before she went back to her chair.
Apparently, that was the right answer: Starbuck kept her mouth shut for the rest of the hour and both schedules were turned in on time and approved.
-
Shutting up and finishing her work had been stalling for time, Kara convinced herself, as she followed Dee from the Admiral's quarters. The schedules had just made the Old Man grunt and sign them absently before he went in search of his toothbrush or another drink. Kara wasn't sure which and had stopped caring when he told her that the lives and morale of her pilots meant nothing to him.
But that was an anger for another time.
Putting on some speed, Kara caught up with Dee as she turned the corner, "Going to quarters?"
Looking startled, Dee glanced at her, "Thought I'd catch some rack time. Felix and I need to go over fuel consumption figures tomorrow and liaise with the refinery about the next shipment."
Trying to imagine actually being able to sleep, Kara found that she couldn't. Even without the over-riding drive she'd been filled with on Demetrius, she still found sleep curiously distant. Maybe it was the way her dreams never made sense. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she nudged Dee with an elbow, "Come have a drink instead."
"With you?"
For a moment, they both stopped, so many layers to Dee's words that Kara wondered that they'd never had this conversation before. She swallowed, tasting uncertainty, then nodded, "With me. Why not?"
"I'm sure," replied Dee, "that I could come up with a list of reasons this is a bad idea."
Kara felt her lips stretch into a smirk and started walking again, changing direction for the storage locker that contained the pilots' private stash of ambrosia and cigars (amongst other things was Hotdog's favorite wank mag and a collection of condoms that Cottle routinely topped-up with strict instructions they be used when the contact was between non-regulated people and personnel).
"Think of 'em while I'm pouring you a drink," Kara suggested over her shoulder. She wasn't sure why she felt a sudden disquieting anticipation in her gut.
It wasn't as though she and Dee hadn't ever spoken, but then again, it wasn't as though they'd ever been friends of any sort.
-
Why had she kissed Kara Thrace? Dee was considering this as she accepted a second cup of Tyrol's Best. The two of them were sitting relatively companionably in a locker (and not Joe's, though Dee would never explain to Starbuck how she was grateful for that) that had suspicious smells, but a nice steady supply of alcohol and a pile of threadbare cushions that might have been stolen from Baltar's commune, given the candle wax spattering more than a few of them.
The kiss hadn't meant anything, Dee decided as she sipped her drink instead of downing it as Starbuck did.
"So, Dee..." the pause could have been ominous, but Kara was giggling a little to herself as she poured out another drink, and her eyes were bright as she looked up to meet Dee's.
"Captain?" Finding refuge in the formality was about all she had. Feeling amused, Dee wondered what the fleet at large would think of two of the women in charge of their lives getting drunk together on rotgut that would probably kill them in a few years--if they lived that long, anyway.
A snicker escaped Starbuck and she moved, coming up onto her knees and leaning into Dee, her hand on the shelf behind her. "Don't look so concerned, Lieutenant."
"Starbuck--"
"Kara," said Kara, "you can call me Kara... Anastasia."
The fact that Starbuck actually knew her name wasn't a surprise. Starbuck (Kara) kissing her, mouth fitting gently against hers, was.
"Dee--" she managed, lips moving against Kara's. Then she forgot her name, hands pushing against Kara's shoulders, fingers digging into the cloth of her uniform tunic. Some part of her suggested that the quartermaster would be annoyed at the wrinkles.
No one called her Anastasia anymore, she thought hazily, tilting her head a little, nipping at Kara's mouth. Gods. Kissing her, even just being close to her was something tangible.
It wasn't standing in CIC hour after hour, everyone with their perfect plastic blank looks and Felix (not Kelly anymore, Kelly was in the brig and Dee had never realized she could miss someone she hadn't even respected all that much like that) taking her orders, limping and shuffling and making her heart ache for his loss.
Kara pulled back a little, eyes wide and almost swallowing Dee whole. "Didn't think you were the type to get drunk and frak."
In an instant, Dee could tell it was meant to be an insult, meant to annoy her, or make her back off. Dee chuckled and shifted, climbing to her knees and grabbing Starbuck's collar, "I'm not the one who's drunk."
Kissing her again was easy, and Kara didn't back away. It occurred to Dee that this was maybe a little sick and twisted, but then again, Kara Thrace had always fascinated her, even before Lee Adama had arrived on the scene and the world had ended.
Or maybe it had just been Starbuck who had, Starbuck with Adama around her pinky and her laughter, and the reprimands that never seemed to stick.
But that was then.
Dee shifted, sucking at Kara's lower lip, teasing the skin with her teeth before pulling back again, opening her eyes.
"Should'a known," Kara murmured before she leaned back in, mouth covering Dee's.
This time, the kiss didn't stop until Kara was struggling the get Dee's tanks over her head. They'd unbuttoned and shifted, Dee ending up on the bottom, hands underneath Kara's uniform tunic, pressing into her breasts.
"Your shirt--" Kara pressed a kiss to Dee's neck, then pulled back, tugging, "Need it off. Now."
A little more amused than she probably should be, Dee hooked her fingers under Kara's bra, tugging it up so her fingers could stroke her breasts. "Is that an order, sir?" she asked, as Starbuck shivered just a little at her touch.
She thought about asking after Kara's husband--then again, Kara's husband had never mattered before, and Dee wondered if she should feel sorry for him.
It wasn't like being in the head, everyone naked and no one looking (mostly). With her shirts off, her elbows pushing her up a little, Dee felt like she was on display. She flushed a little, but decided she liked it. Billy used to look at her the way Kara was, her eyes almost stroking her physically.
Lee used to look at her like that, too.
Neither thought was encouraging, and Dee shifted up into a sitting position. "We can stop," she suggested.
-
They could stop. Just like that, they could stop. Kara blinked and tried to gather her thoughts. If she had any, at this point. She could feel the edge surfacing again, that knife's point that had skated down her spine and made her move to kiss Dee in the first place.
"No stopping," she said, hand reaching out to stroke Dee's shoulder. Soft skin. Made her wonder if Dee had secret stores of good soap instead of the threadbare shit everyone else was using.
It was Dee, who could find anything with enough time (even cigarettes from Picon), and that was entirely possible.
"Starbuck--"
"Kara."
Dee nodded, but didn't lay back down. She was unconsciously sitting straight, her breasts just asking to be stroked. Kara didn't move closer, waiting to see what she'd say, "Why now?"
"Why not?"
"Why me?"
The real question skittered around them, trying to hide in the shadows. Kara licked her lips and leaned close, her mouth just brushing Dee's neck as she whispered, "It's not about anyone but us, Dee."
It wasn't. Frak, but it wasn't. There were Lee and Sam, Zak and Billy, swirling around in the air for a moment like phantoms. But they were old news, two of them buried and gone forever. "Besides," Kara continued, hand coming up to tease Dee's breasts, fingers tugging at her nipples lightly, "I've always been a little curious. Haven't you?"
A laugh escaped Dee, then another, and then they were both laughing, a sound Kara would never have expected them to share--not like they'd shared Lee Adama, once upon a time.
Dee turned into her, mouth claiming hers mid-giggle, and the heat ignited again. Kara let herself be pulled down flat against Dee, and slid a hand beneath the waistband of Dee's oh-so-pressed uniform pants.
Somewhere at the back of her mind, Kara had the feeling she could hear Sam talking in her ear, soft-voiced comments in that husky tone he got when he was so turned on he wasn't really making sense anymore. He'd enjoy watching this, probably make suggestions of his own.
But this wasn't about Sam. And on the heels of the that thought came the next: it definitely wasn't about Lee, either.
Kara kissed a random route from Dee's mouth to her breasts, then pulled back and got onto her knees again, working quickly to get her shirts and bra off. Her pants followed them a moment later, and she spared a thought for the door.
It would be the perfect time for someone to walk through the hatch. When no one did, Kara sprang to her feet and hurried over to it, spinning the wheel to lock it before jamming the rod through it. If there was an emergency, they might be screwed. Or lucky, if it were someone like Sam who would probably join in. Of course, Sam was on CAP, Kara had scheduled him for it herself, working hard to keep him at a distance.
Space and the demand for pilots was useful for that.
"Boots, Captain," Dee called from where she was sitting on the cushions again. She was naked, her hands slowly stroking up and down her legs. "Or would you rather leave them on?"
Kara started laughing as she clomped back over. She dropped to her knees, tumbling Dee backwards and kissing her neck and shoulder while trying to kick her boots off clumsily. Dee's hands found Kara's breasts, distracting her enough that Dee could untangle herself a little.
The sex was awkward, elbows and fingers that didn't quite seem to fit (not until Dee's leg was up and to the side, Kara's fingers stroking her into a climax that left her shaking). But sex the first time was always like that for Kara--even Sam Anders had been elbows and thumbs until she'd knocked him out of bed, tumbling both of them to the cold floor--
Kara didn't ask what sex with Lee had been like. Not with her mouth full of Dee's skin and the urge to moan while Dee's fingers twisted inside of her.
But then again, Kara knew exactly what it was like: imperfect, fumbling and groping, his hands grasping too-hard and hers not grasping enough. Dee's mouth on hers was better, Dee's fingers... Kara rolled, pulling Dee on top of her and yelping when she banged her elbow against the shelf.
Dee started laughing, even as she shifted, her mouth closing on Kara's breasts, her fingers pressing in hard, making Kara push back, a strangled moan sounding from her throat.
"Frak--" Kara said before she reached up and dragged Dee back down, kissing her fiercely as Dee's fingers pushed her into a climax.
-
She was going to have bruises. And a hickey. Dee could feel it swelling just below her collarbone as she lay there in the aftermath. Kara had passed out after their second attempt, swearing and cursing as she shoved Dee up against the wall. There were fingermarks on Kara's hips, and Dee had bitten too-hard on her inner thigh before they'd come to a compromise.
The smell of sweat and sex clung to both of them, and Dee rolled, grabbing for the still-open bottle of rotgut. She downed a couple of swallows and put her head down, propping her forehead on her wrist.
"I don't know what to do," she whispered, wondering if that were true. If she was asking Kara Thrace or the Gods or the Cylon's God for help in understanding how this fit into her perfect, careful little world. More than anything, Dee wondered if this was why she'd been so upset over Lee's infidelities with Kara Thrace.
The alcohol didn't really help, but Dee drank more of it before she got up and started gathering her clothing. There was a watch in the morning she was a part of, and she needed a shower (lukewarm to cold though the water would be). And there were already enough rumors about Kara Thrace. Dee didn't feel like being another one of her supposed conquests.
She got dressed in her pants and tanks, then knelt and leaned over to kiss Kara. "Wake up, Captain. You need to sleep in your own bed."
With a groan, Kara came awake again and stretched, belching after a moment. Her eyes weren't focusing very well as she looked up at Dee, "What is it?"
"You need to get dressed and into your own bed."
"M'rack is filled by a giant," Kara mumbled, pulling away and curling up on her side.
"Anders is still on CAP, Starbuck."
"He'll be back."
Dee cursed under her breath, then shrugged, "I'll have someone down to wake you for your duty shift in the morning."
"'k."
Anger made her stomp her feet into her boots--Dee wasn't sure who she was angrier at: herself or Starbuck. She'd been so stupid, giving into her body's needs and Kara Thrace's kisses. She wasn't even sure why she was pissed about that.
"Dee?" Kara's voice stopped her as she was turning the wheel on the hatch.
"What?"
The bottle clinked as Starbuck took a swallow, then set it down again. "This wasn't..."
Dee leaned her forehead against the hatch, her anger dissipating. "Yes it was, Kara. Neither of us are children. We wanted this to happen, it did."
"Frak, Dee--I'm not saying it wasn't fun, but--"
Laughing, Dee turned to look at her, trying to decide if she were disappointed or merely scornful, "Did you think I'd fall in love with you after one frak, Starbuck?"
"I--"
Dee smiled at her, hand yanking open the hatch before she stepped back and loosed her parting shot, "I'm not that kind of woman, Kara Thrace."
-
The clank of the hatch closing made Kara swear. She grabbed for the bottle, downing a large swallow before she began giggling into one of the cushions. Dee wasn't that sort of woman. Neither was Kara. And maybe this sort of thing wouldn't ever happen again, but that wouldn't stop Kara from considering it.
She might even whisper suggestions in Sam's ear the next time they were speaking and he had his hands on her hips.
-f-
pairing: Kara Thrace/Anastasia Dualla (with references to Kara/Lee, Dee/Lee, Kara/Sam [more than brief, for them], Dee/Billy and Kara/Zak)
set: during Sine Qua Non
rating: soft R, language, girls kissing, girls having sex.
length: 2,900
notes: I... I have been seeing this file and just assuming it had been finished and so haven't reopened it until tonight, and so. . . With a bit of editing (and a search to see if it had come from somewhere, and it had), I can post it. \o/
Just Like Starting a Car
by ALC Punk!
Dee ran a hand over her face, trying not to lose her patience with Starbuck. The pilot was sitting across from her, rambling on about something while they both tried to work on paperwork. Kara had CAG schedules and Dee was working on the CIC roster, and they both needed to get them done and submitted for the Admiral's approval before the hour was up.
"So then the bastards--"
"Captain." Enough was frakking enough. Dee raised her head and glared.
"Lieutenant." Her eyebrows raised. "Something wrong?"
"We need to finish these."
"Yeah, got that the last time you said it."
"Then shut the frak up," Dee suggested, tossing her pen down and wishing she could have thrown it at Starbuck. Or punched her, maybe. And while the violent thought was a little out of place, it was something Kara Thrace inspired in her. Dee wondered if she should be worried about that.
Kara's expression turned smug and satisfied. "Yeah? Make me," she suggested, leaning on the table, her voice dropping a little, "Because I can talk all day, Dee. I've got more than enough stories."
Maybe she should punch her. The thought followed on the heels of Dee's body pulling her to her feet. She was halfway around the table, still trying to decide if that were a good idea. Starbuck leaned back in her chair, obviously expecting--waiting--for Dee to do something violent.
So Dee bent down and kissed her, instead.
For just an instant, she was thinking of it as revenge: Kara Thrace had been Lee Adama's obsession and now she was finding out why. Except that Dee could taste the crap coffee they'd both been drinking and Kara's mouth shifted under hers, and suddenly she was acutely aware that it had been months since the last time she'd had sex.
Lee hadn't even seemed to be concentrating on her, at the time, already wrapped up in Baltar's trial and his sense of injustice over Kara's death.
She pulled back and looked down at the surprised expression on Starbuck's face. "Now will you shut up?"
"Depends."
Trying not to rub her hands on her arms, pressing down the hairs that had risen during the kiss, Dee rolled her eyes. It was always conditions with Starbuck. "On what, Captain?"
"On whether that was just for show or not."
The silence stretched too long, and Dee finally raised her head again, meeting Starbuck's eyes. "I don't know," was her quiet answer before she went back to her chair.
Apparently, that was the right answer: Starbuck kept her mouth shut for the rest of the hour and both schedules were turned in on time and approved.
-
Shutting up and finishing her work had been stalling for time, Kara convinced herself, as she followed Dee from the Admiral's quarters. The schedules had just made the Old Man grunt and sign them absently before he went in search of his toothbrush or another drink. Kara wasn't sure which and had stopped caring when he told her that the lives and morale of her pilots meant nothing to him.
But that was an anger for another time.
Putting on some speed, Kara caught up with Dee as she turned the corner, "Going to quarters?"
Looking startled, Dee glanced at her, "Thought I'd catch some rack time. Felix and I need to go over fuel consumption figures tomorrow and liaise with the refinery about the next shipment."
Trying to imagine actually being able to sleep, Kara found that she couldn't. Even without the over-riding drive she'd been filled with on Demetrius, she still found sleep curiously distant. Maybe it was the way her dreams never made sense. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she nudged Dee with an elbow, "Come have a drink instead."
"With you?"
For a moment, they both stopped, so many layers to Dee's words that Kara wondered that they'd never had this conversation before. She swallowed, tasting uncertainty, then nodded, "With me. Why not?"
"I'm sure," replied Dee, "that I could come up with a list of reasons this is a bad idea."
Kara felt her lips stretch into a smirk and started walking again, changing direction for the storage locker that contained the pilots' private stash of ambrosia and cigars (amongst other things was Hotdog's favorite wank mag and a collection of condoms that Cottle routinely topped-up with strict instructions they be used when the contact was between non-regulated people and personnel).
"Think of 'em while I'm pouring you a drink," Kara suggested over her shoulder. She wasn't sure why she felt a sudden disquieting anticipation in her gut.
It wasn't as though she and Dee hadn't ever spoken, but then again, it wasn't as though they'd ever been friends of any sort.
-
Why had she kissed Kara Thrace? Dee was considering this as she accepted a second cup of Tyrol's Best. The two of them were sitting relatively companionably in a locker (and not Joe's, though Dee would never explain to Starbuck how she was grateful for that) that had suspicious smells, but a nice steady supply of alcohol and a pile of threadbare cushions that might have been stolen from Baltar's commune, given the candle wax spattering more than a few of them.
The kiss hadn't meant anything, Dee decided as she sipped her drink instead of downing it as Starbuck did.
"So, Dee..." the pause could have been ominous, but Kara was giggling a little to herself as she poured out another drink, and her eyes were bright as she looked up to meet Dee's.
"Captain?" Finding refuge in the formality was about all she had. Feeling amused, Dee wondered what the fleet at large would think of two of the women in charge of their lives getting drunk together on rotgut that would probably kill them in a few years--if they lived that long, anyway.
A snicker escaped Starbuck and she moved, coming up onto her knees and leaning into Dee, her hand on the shelf behind her. "Don't look so concerned, Lieutenant."
"Starbuck--"
"Kara," said Kara, "you can call me Kara... Anastasia."
The fact that Starbuck actually knew her name wasn't a surprise. Starbuck (Kara) kissing her, mouth fitting gently against hers, was.
"Dee--" she managed, lips moving against Kara's. Then she forgot her name, hands pushing against Kara's shoulders, fingers digging into the cloth of her uniform tunic. Some part of her suggested that the quartermaster would be annoyed at the wrinkles.
No one called her Anastasia anymore, she thought hazily, tilting her head a little, nipping at Kara's mouth. Gods. Kissing her, even just being close to her was something tangible.
It wasn't standing in CIC hour after hour, everyone with their perfect plastic blank looks and Felix (not Kelly anymore, Kelly was in the brig and Dee had never realized she could miss someone she hadn't even respected all that much like that) taking her orders, limping and shuffling and making her heart ache for his loss.
Kara pulled back a little, eyes wide and almost swallowing Dee whole. "Didn't think you were the type to get drunk and frak."
In an instant, Dee could tell it was meant to be an insult, meant to annoy her, or make her back off. Dee chuckled and shifted, climbing to her knees and grabbing Starbuck's collar, "I'm not the one who's drunk."
Kissing her again was easy, and Kara didn't back away. It occurred to Dee that this was maybe a little sick and twisted, but then again, Kara Thrace had always fascinated her, even before Lee Adama had arrived on the scene and the world had ended.
Or maybe it had just been Starbuck who had, Starbuck with Adama around her pinky and her laughter, and the reprimands that never seemed to stick.
But that was then.
Dee shifted, sucking at Kara's lower lip, teasing the skin with her teeth before pulling back again, opening her eyes.
"Should'a known," Kara murmured before she leaned back in, mouth covering Dee's.
This time, the kiss didn't stop until Kara was struggling the get Dee's tanks over her head. They'd unbuttoned and shifted, Dee ending up on the bottom, hands underneath Kara's uniform tunic, pressing into her breasts.
"Your shirt--" Kara pressed a kiss to Dee's neck, then pulled back, tugging, "Need it off. Now."
A little more amused than she probably should be, Dee hooked her fingers under Kara's bra, tugging it up so her fingers could stroke her breasts. "Is that an order, sir?" she asked, as Starbuck shivered just a little at her touch.
She thought about asking after Kara's husband--then again, Kara's husband had never mattered before, and Dee wondered if she should feel sorry for him.
It wasn't like being in the head, everyone naked and no one looking (mostly). With her shirts off, her elbows pushing her up a little, Dee felt like she was on display. She flushed a little, but decided she liked it. Billy used to look at her the way Kara was, her eyes almost stroking her physically.
Lee used to look at her like that, too.
Neither thought was encouraging, and Dee shifted up into a sitting position. "We can stop," she suggested.
-
They could stop. Just like that, they could stop. Kara blinked and tried to gather her thoughts. If she had any, at this point. She could feel the edge surfacing again, that knife's point that had skated down her spine and made her move to kiss Dee in the first place.
"No stopping," she said, hand reaching out to stroke Dee's shoulder. Soft skin. Made her wonder if Dee had secret stores of good soap instead of the threadbare shit everyone else was using.
It was Dee, who could find anything with enough time (even cigarettes from Picon), and that was entirely possible.
"Starbuck--"
"Kara."
Dee nodded, but didn't lay back down. She was unconsciously sitting straight, her breasts just asking to be stroked. Kara didn't move closer, waiting to see what she'd say, "Why now?"
"Why not?"
"Why me?"
The real question skittered around them, trying to hide in the shadows. Kara licked her lips and leaned close, her mouth just brushing Dee's neck as she whispered, "It's not about anyone but us, Dee."
It wasn't. Frak, but it wasn't. There were Lee and Sam, Zak and Billy, swirling around in the air for a moment like phantoms. But they were old news, two of them buried and gone forever. "Besides," Kara continued, hand coming up to tease Dee's breasts, fingers tugging at her nipples lightly, "I've always been a little curious. Haven't you?"
A laugh escaped Dee, then another, and then they were both laughing, a sound Kara would never have expected them to share--not like they'd shared Lee Adama, once upon a time.
Dee turned into her, mouth claiming hers mid-giggle, and the heat ignited again. Kara let herself be pulled down flat against Dee, and slid a hand beneath the waistband of Dee's oh-so-pressed uniform pants.
Somewhere at the back of her mind, Kara had the feeling she could hear Sam talking in her ear, soft-voiced comments in that husky tone he got when he was so turned on he wasn't really making sense anymore. He'd enjoy watching this, probably make suggestions of his own.
But this wasn't about Sam. And on the heels of the that thought came the next: it definitely wasn't about Lee, either.
Kara kissed a random route from Dee's mouth to her breasts, then pulled back and got onto her knees again, working quickly to get her shirts and bra off. Her pants followed them a moment later, and she spared a thought for the door.
It would be the perfect time for someone to walk through the hatch. When no one did, Kara sprang to her feet and hurried over to it, spinning the wheel to lock it before jamming the rod through it. If there was an emergency, they might be screwed. Or lucky, if it were someone like Sam who would probably join in. Of course, Sam was on CAP, Kara had scheduled him for it herself, working hard to keep him at a distance.
Space and the demand for pilots was useful for that.
"Boots, Captain," Dee called from where she was sitting on the cushions again. She was naked, her hands slowly stroking up and down her legs. "Or would you rather leave them on?"
Kara started laughing as she clomped back over. She dropped to her knees, tumbling Dee backwards and kissing her neck and shoulder while trying to kick her boots off clumsily. Dee's hands found Kara's breasts, distracting her enough that Dee could untangle herself a little.
The sex was awkward, elbows and fingers that didn't quite seem to fit (not until Dee's leg was up and to the side, Kara's fingers stroking her into a climax that left her shaking). But sex the first time was always like that for Kara--even Sam Anders had been elbows and thumbs until she'd knocked him out of bed, tumbling both of them to the cold floor--
Kara didn't ask what sex with Lee had been like. Not with her mouth full of Dee's skin and the urge to moan while Dee's fingers twisted inside of her.
But then again, Kara knew exactly what it was like: imperfect, fumbling and groping, his hands grasping too-hard and hers not grasping enough. Dee's mouth on hers was better, Dee's fingers... Kara rolled, pulling Dee on top of her and yelping when she banged her elbow against the shelf.
Dee started laughing, even as she shifted, her mouth closing on Kara's breasts, her fingers pressing in hard, making Kara push back, a strangled moan sounding from her throat.
"Frak--" Kara said before she reached up and dragged Dee back down, kissing her fiercely as Dee's fingers pushed her into a climax.
-
She was going to have bruises. And a hickey. Dee could feel it swelling just below her collarbone as she lay there in the aftermath. Kara had passed out after their second attempt, swearing and cursing as she shoved Dee up against the wall. There were fingermarks on Kara's hips, and Dee had bitten too-hard on her inner thigh before they'd come to a compromise.
The smell of sweat and sex clung to both of them, and Dee rolled, grabbing for the still-open bottle of rotgut. She downed a couple of swallows and put her head down, propping her forehead on her wrist.
"I don't know what to do," she whispered, wondering if that were true. If she was asking Kara Thrace or the Gods or the Cylon's God for help in understanding how this fit into her perfect, careful little world. More than anything, Dee wondered if this was why she'd been so upset over Lee's infidelities with Kara Thrace.
The alcohol didn't really help, but Dee drank more of it before she got up and started gathering her clothing. There was a watch in the morning she was a part of, and she needed a shower (lukewarm to cold though the water would be). And there were already enough rumors about Kara Thrace. Dee didn't feel like being another one of her supposed conquests.
She got dressed in her pants and tanks, then knelt and leaned over to kiss Kara. "Wake up, Captain. You need to sleep in your own bed."
With a groan, Kara came awake again and stretched, belching after a moment. Her eyes weren't focusing very well as she looked up at Dee, "What is it?"
"You need to get dressed and into your own bed."
"M'rack is filled by a giant," Kara mumbled, pulling away and curling up on her side.
"Anders is still on CAP, Starbuck."
"He'll be back."
Dee cursed under her breath, then shrugged, "I'll have someone down to wake you for your duty shift in the morning."
"'k."
Anger made her stomp her feet into her boots--Dee wasn't sure who she was angrier at: herself or Starbuck. She'd been so stupid, giving into her body's needs and Kara Thrace's kisses. She wasn't even sure why she was pissed about that.
"Dee?" Kara's voice stopped her as she was turning the wheel on the hatch.
"What?"
The bottle clinked as Starbuck took a swallow, then set it down again. "This wasn't..."
Dee leaned her forehead against the hatch, her anger dissipating. "Yes it was, Kara. Neither of us are children. We wanted this to happen, it did."
"Frak, Dee--I'm not saying it wasn't fun, but--"
Laughing, Dee turned to look at her, trying to decide if she were disappointed or merely scornful, "Did you think I'd fall in love with you after one frak, Starbuck?"
"I--"
Dee smiled at her, hand yanking open the hatch before she stepped back and loosed her parting shot, "I'm not that kind of woman, Kara Thrace."
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The clank of the hatch closing made Kara swear. She grabbed for the bottle, downing a large swallow before she began giggling into one of the cushions. Dee wasn't that sort of woman. Neither was Kara. And maybe this sort of thing wouldn't ever happen again, but that wouldn't stop Kara from considering it.
She might even whisper suggestions in Sam's ear the next time they were speaking and he had his hands on her hips.
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Thank you =)
(long story short: old pen name initials were ALC, and Little Red was joking about me being ALC Punk, the me-version of SLC Punk, a movie. It stuck, because I liked it. also, not using my rl name was a good plan)
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TALENT.
or an inordinate amount of bullshitThank you =D
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