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bsg fic: Porn battle, Like Schoolchildren... Paulla/Lee
disclaimer: not mine
rating: NC17, sex, pwp, etc
pairing: Paulla/Lee Adama
length: 1700
notes: for the porn battle prompt of 'flirty fishing'. This is post-Ron's Daybreak.
Like Schoolchildren Throwing Pencils
by ALC Punk!
"Your fly's undone."
Lee jerked his head up and stared at Paulla. "What?"
Her lips twitched, and she nodded at the make-shift fishing pole he had dandling in the small lake. "Your fly. It's come loose."
"Frak--" yanking the string out of the water, he saw she was right. His little worm had slithered away, leaving only a bare hook. "Damn."
"Let me show you how to tie it right."
Somehow, Lee was handing his pole over without argument. Maybe because he'd seen the basket of fish she'd brought back the day before. Maybe because he thought she might be better at it. Maybe because it wasn't often a lovely woman smiled at him. Or mocked him. He kind of missed being mocked, as quiet as it was without a bevy of pilots throwing insults and demands his way.
"There." Paulla handed the pole back and dropped down to sit cross-legged on the bank. "Now don't hold it too tightly when you cast it, you want to tease them, coax them out of hiding."
Unfortunately, Lee wasn't concentrating enough on his pole, since he cast it and managed to throw it into the lake. "Frak."
Paulla was laughing, smacking his leg, "I think you've got pole issues, Mr. Adama."
"Lee," he corrected, half-bowing before he started pulling off his boots.
"You can't be serious about going in after it." Her eyebrows went up as he tossed his near-dead socks on top of his boots and started to unbuckle his belt.
"It's useful." Besides, it was a nice day, and there was something in her gaze that made him wonder if this would turn into something more than casual conversation. He grinned at her, "What, are you too chicken to come in with me?"
"Not chicken. Smart. The water's cold, Lee."
"Then I guess I'm going to do some sun-bathing afterwards." With a shrug, he tossed his pants and underwear on the pile, glad he'd already shed his shirt before fishing. He was enjoying getting a nice tan on their new planet. With a promise to himself that he was not going to shriek if the water really was that cold, he headed for the lake.
"It works better," Paulla said, behind him and suddenly on her feet. Her hands caught him about waist-level, "if you go in all at once--"
Lee didn't shriek when he came up for air, but it was a near thing. He sputtered at Paulla, laughing at him from the shore, and looking younger than she had the first time he'd seen her. Galactica and the war seemed to have aged her. Putting down roots, farming, and having every single woman in her compound come up pregnant hadn't helped, but here, with the sunlight, she was laughing like a schoolgirl.
"You did that on purpose!"
The accusation made her laugh harder.
Standing up, Lee started searching for his fishing pole, before he froze to death. His teeth weren't chattering, but he could feel his toes beginning to go numb.
It didn't take him long, thank the Gods (he rarely believed in), and he tossed the pole up on the bank, then eyed Paulla, who was still near the edge, though she'd stopped laughing. "Hey, I think I'm going to need help out of here." He put his best innocent look on.
Surprisingly, it worked. Paulla sighed and moved, leaning down to offer him her hands. "C'mon, Adama. I don't have all day."
Pushing up, he grabbed her by the waist and twisted, pulling her down into the water with him, rolling her beneath him. The resulting splash covered her shriek of indignation.
"You're right," he said, catching her hands before she could try to drown or hit him, "It is cold."
"Jackass." But she was laughing again, moving closer with her eyes still dancing.
"You made it so easy." Wondering what she'd do, he released her hands and slowly leaned in to kiss her.
It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it before. He and Paulla had butted heads for the first six months over everything from laundry to who got to pick what crops went where before someone had finally told the both of them to knock it off. He'd been half-aware that the competitive arguments had been a way to stay near her. She was alive, vibrant, and opinionated, willing to piss him off if it suited her needs. And she was responsible for her people in practical way that sometimes worried him.
He couldn't decide if she was kissing him back or not, so he stopped and pulled back.
"What was that for?"
"You looked cold," he offered, suddenly awkward and aware he was naked and she wasn't. Not that it mattered, the cold was making certain things impossible.
"Oh." Sloshing past him, she began climbing the bank. "Getting out helps," she offered, her tone amused.
"Right." Lee pulled himself out after her, then flopped on his back and closed his eyes, hoping the sun would warm him up before he turned blue.
Water spattered him and he yelped, opening his eyes to find Paulla squeezing her shirt out over his head. "Falling asleep on me already, Adama?"
Lee blinked at her, letting his eyes follow her as she moved away, draping her shirt over a bush. She pulled her pants off and left there as well as her underwear. It wasn't as though Lee hadn't seen naked women before, but most of them had been military, and rules on battlestars generally kept him from looking. He decided that battlestar rules did not apply to new planets, and let his eyes take her in as she walked back over to him.
"You really are obnoxious," she told him, dropping to her knees and leaning down over him, her mouth hovering over his. "I'm cold, Lee. I think you should warm me up."
"Only if you apologize, first."
She blinked, "Apologize?"
"For pushing me in the first place." He was trying for something close to his normal annoyed, pissed-off CAG voice and sort of failing.
"You," a smirk crossed her lips, "want to argue with me about having sex."
"Well, when you put it like that--" reaching up, Lee pulled her mouth down to his, and kissed her properly.
Paulla shifted, draping herself along his body. And she'd lied, her skin was warmer than his, almost burning him where they touched. Not that Lee minded. In fact, there were a lot of things Lee was suddenly finding very agreeable about Paulla. The way her breasts pressed against his chest, the legs that slowly tangled with his, the bits of her hair that tickled his cheeks and neck as the wind played with the drying tendrils.
Wrapping his arms around her, he began learning the planes of her back, fingertips finding little irregularities and bumps, learning the spots which made her shift and twitch against him. She was more responsive than he'd expected, her breath catching in a strangled sound when he brought his hand around to her breasts.
"Gently," she whispered, feathering a kiss along his jaw and neck. The slide of her body down his as she made her way down his chest was almost insanely intense, and Lee wondered if it was his nerves recovering from the water, or if it was just her.
He pushed up on an elbow as she reached his groin, and found her smirking at him again.
"Glad to see you're not cold anymore." Her hand grasped his hardening cock, stroking it gently.
A shudder went through him, "Definitely not cold anymore." Reaching down for her hand, he pulled her away from his aching dick. "C'mere."
"No."
Lee sighed, recognizing from her eyes that she was being obstinate for the form of it. He pushed up and pounced on her, awkward for a moment until she shifted, lying flat underneath him, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Better." Lee informed her before he kissed her mouth again, tongue teasing her lips open for him while his fingertips began stroking over her front, much as they had her back. The difference was, as he found a spot, he moved and kissed it, mouth sucking or licking, depending on what he felt like doing.
"God." The low-throated moan made him lift his head to look at Paulla's face.
"I'm not a god."
"Frak that--" she grabbed his shoulder and brought her knee up, pressing into him, so he could feel how wet she was. "Stop frakking teasing, Adama. Or should I call you Leland? Would that make you go faster?"
"Thought you wanted gentle."
She laughed, then moaned in frustration when he still didn't move, "Changed my mind."
"You changed your mind?" Lee smirked and wriggled until he was between her legs, poised to thrust into her. "Should I have someone record this in the scrolls for historical purposes?"
Her reply was to grab for his ass, nails digging in.
It wasn't fast, and it wasn't slow--Lee found himself pacing himself, trying to drive her insane again until she broke beneath him, her eyes wide and sightless, the sun shining on her sweat-soaked skin. Then he bent his head, mouth on her shoulder, burying himself again and again until he broke, too, losing himself in the heat of her.
"Not bad," she whispered, her fingers stroking the back of his neck.
He lifted his head and kissed her, hand stroking her leg, pulling it higher, even though they were both spent. "Good to know."
"Warm now, Lee?"
Nuzzling the side of her neck, he grinned, "Very warm."
"That's good." She pushed at his side.
A chuckle escaped him, "Is that a hint to move, Paulla?"
She pushed harder.
"All you have to do is ask."
Her nails poked him. "Move, Leland."
"What, no please?" he asked, even as he rolled to the side, missing their connection almost immediately.
"Nope." Paulla stretched, then curled on her side, her head on his shoulder. "We shouldn't stay in the sun for too long," she murmured.
Unfortunately for Lee, they did, and Paulla blamed him for the burn for a long time.
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rating: NC17, sex, pwp, etc
pairing: Paulla/Lee Adama
length: 1700
notes: for the porn battle prompt of 'flirty fishing'. This is post-Ron's Daybreak.
Like Schoolchildren Throwing Pencils
by ALC Punk!
"Your fly's undone."
Lee jerked his head up and stared at Paulla. "What?"
Her lips twitched, and she nodded at the make-shift fishing pole he had dandling in the small lake. "Your fly. It's come loose."
"Frak--" yanking the string out of the water, he saw she was right. His little worm had slithered away, leaving only a bare hook. "Damn."
"Let me show you how to tie it right."
Somehow, Lee was handing his pole over without argument. Maybe because he'd seen the basket of fish she'd brought back the day before. Maybe because he thought she might be better at it. Maybe because it wasn't often a lovely woman smiled at him. Or mocked him. He kind of missed being mocked, as quiet as it was without a bevy of pilots throwing insults and demands his way.
"There." Paulla handed the pole back and dropped down to sit cross-legged on the bank. "Now don't hold it too tightly when you cast it, you want to tease them, coax them out of hiding."
Unfortunately, Lee wasn't concentrating enough on his pole, since he cast it and managed to throw it into the lake. "Frak."
Paulla was laughing, smacking his leg, "I think you've got pole issues, Mr. Adama."
"Lee," he corrected, half-bowing before he started pulling off his boots.
"You can't be serious about going in after it." Her eyebrows went up as he tossed his near-dead socks on top of his boots and started to unbuckle his belt.
"It's useful." Besides, it was a nice day, and there was something in her gaze that made him wonder if this would turn into something more than casual conversation. He grinned at her, "What, are you too chicken to come in with me?"
"Not chicken. Smart. The water's cold, Lee."
"Then I guess I'm going to do some sun-bathing afterwards." With a shrug, he tossed his pants and underwear on the pile, glad he'd already shed his shirt before fishing. He was enjoying getting a nice tan on their new planet. With a promise to himself that he was not going to shriek if the water really was that cold, he headed for the lake.
"It works better," Paulla said, behind him and suddenly on her feet. Her hands caught him about waist-level, "if you go in all at once--"
Lee didn't shriek when he came up for air, but it was a near thing. He sputtered at Paulla, laughing at him from the shore, and looking younger than she had the first time he'd seen her. Galactica and the war seemed to have aged her. Putting down roots, farming, and having every single woman in her compound come up pregnant hadn't helped, but here, with the sunlight, she was laughing like a schoolgirl.
"You did that on purpose!"
The accusation made her laugh harder.
Standing up, Lee started searching for his fishing pole, before he froze to death. His teeth weren't chattering, but he could feel his toes beginning to go numb.
It didn't take him long, thank the Gods (he rarely believed in), and he tossed the pole up on the bank, then eyed Paulla, who was still near the edge, though she'd stopped laughing. "Hey, I think I'm going to need help out of here." He put his best innocent look on.
Surprisingly, it worked. Paulla sighed and moved, leaning down to offer him her hands. "C'mon, Adama. I don't have all day."
Pushing up, he grabbed her by the waist and twisted, pulling her down into the water with him, rolling her beneath him. The resulting splash covered her shriek of indignation.
"You're right," he said, catching her hands before she could try to drown or hit him, "It is cold."
"Jackass." But she was laughing again, moving closer with her eyes still dancing.
"You made it so easy." Wondering what she'd do, he released her hands and slowly leaned in to kiss her.
It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it before. He and Paulla had butted heads for the first six months over everything from laundry to who got to pick what crops went where before someone had finally told the both of them to knock it off. He'd been half-aware that the competitive arguments had been a way to stay near her. She was alive, vibrant, and opinionated, willing to piss him off if it suited her needs. And she was responsible for her people in practical way that sometimes worried him.
He couldn't decide if she was kissing him back or not, so he stopped and pulled back.
"What was that for?"
"You looked cold," he offered, suddenly awkward and aware he was naked and she wasn't. Not that it mattered, the cold was making certain things impossible.
"Oh." Sloshing past him, she began climbing the bank. "Getting out helps," she offered, her tone amused.
"Right." Lee pulled himself out after her, then flopped on his back and closed his eyes, hoping the sun would warm him up before he turned blue.
Water spattered him and he yelped, opening his eyes to find Paulla squeezing her shirt out over his head. "Falling asleep on me already, Adama?"
Lee blinked at her, letting his eyes follow her as she moved away, draping her shirt over a bush. She pulled her pants off and left there as well as her underwear. It wasn't as though Lee hadn't seen naked women before, but most of them had been military, and rules on battlestars generally kept him from looking. He decided that battlestar rules did not apply to new planets, and let his eyes take her in as she walked back over to him.
"You really are obnoxious," she told him, dropping to her knees and leaning down over him, her mouth hovering over his. "I'm cold, Lee. I think you should warm me up."
"Only if you apologize, first."
She blinked, "Apologize?"
"For pushing me in the first place." He was trying for something close to his normal annoyed, pissed-off CAG voice and sort of failing.
"You," a smirk crossed her lips, "want to argue with me about having sex."
"Well, when you put it like that--" reaching up, Lee pulled her mouth down to his, and kissed her properly.
Paulla shifted, draping herself along his body. And she'd lied, her skin was warmer than his, almost burning him where they touched. Not that Lee minded. In fact, there were a lot of things Lee was suddenly finding very agreeable about Paulla. The way her breasts pressed against his chest, the legs that slowly tangled with his, the bits of her hair that tickled his cheeks and neck as the wind played with the drying tendrils.
Wrapping his arms around her, he began learning the planes of her back, fingertips finding little irregularities and bumps, learning the spots which made her shift and twitch against him. She was more responsive than he'd expected, her breath catching in a strangled sound when he brought his hand around to her breasts.
"Gently," she whispered, feathering a kiss along his jaw and neck. The slide of her body down his as she made her way down his chest was almost insanely intense, and Lee wondered if it was his nerves recovering from the water, or if it was just her.
He pushed up on an elbow as she reached his groin, and found her smirking at him again.
"Glad to see you're not cold anymore." Her hand grasped his hardening cock, stroking it gently.
A shudder went through him, "Definitely not cold anymore." Reaching down for her hand, he pulled her away from his aching dick. "C'mere."
"No."
Lee sighed, recognizing from her eyes that she was being obstinate for the form of it. He pushed up and pounced on her, awkward for a moment until she shifted, lying flat underneath him, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Better." Lee informed her before he kissed her mouth again, tongue teasing her lips open for him while his fingertips began stroking over her front, much as they had her back. The difference was, as he found a spot, he moved and kissed it, mouth sucking or licking, depending on what he felt like doing.
"God." The low-throated moan made him lift his head to look at Paulla's face.
"I'm not a god."
"Frak that--" she grabbed his shoulder and brought her knee up, pressing into him, so he could feel how wet she was. "Stop frakking teasing, Adama. Or should I call you Leland? Would that make you go faster?"
"Thought you wanted gentle."
She laughed, then moaned in frustration when he still didn't move, "Changed my mind."
"You changed your mind?" Lee smirked and wriggled until he was between her legs, poised to thrust into her. "Should I have someone record this in the scrolls for historical purposes?"
Her reply was to grab for his ass, nails digging in.
It wasn't fast, and it wasn't slow--Lee found himself pacing himself, trying to drive her insane again until she broke beneath him, her eyes wide and sightless, the sun shining on her sweat-soaked skin. Then he bent his head, mouth on her shoulder, burying himself again and again until he broke, too, losing himself in the heat of her.
"Not bad," she whispered, her fingers stroking the back of his neck.
He lifted his head and kissed her, hand stroking her leg, pulling it higher, even though they were both spent. "Good to know."
"Warm now, Lee?"
Nuzzling the side of her neck, he grinned, "Very warm."
"That's good." She pushed at his side.
A chuckle escaped him, "Is that a hint to move, Paulla?"
She pushed harder.
"All you have to do is ask."
Her nails poked him. "Move, Leland."
"What, no please?" he asked, even as he rolled to the side, missing their connection almost immediately.
"Nope." Paulla stretched, then curled on her side, her head on his shoulder. "We shouldn't stay in the sun for too long," she murmured.
Unfortunately for Lee, they did, and Paulla blamed him for the burn for a long time.
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