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fic: bsg: Aching to be Free, 18+
Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: 18+ Sex, language.
Genre: PWP, Angst.
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Length: 500+
Spoilers/Set: Season two, Home part 1.
Summary: Later, he'll remember that she wouldn't look at him.
Notes: er. This one's for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stars_like_dust. Happy lateish birhday? Er. Title's from Depeche Mode's 'Halo'.
Aching to be Free
by ALC Punk!
Later, he'll remember that she wouldn't look at him.
"Kara." She ignores him, and it's a little too much; his hand closes on her arm, "Kara."
And she flinches.
"Oh. Sorry. Is there a no-touching rule now?" He can't help the sarcasm.
"Yeah, Lee. No touching."
"Unless I'm the frakkin' vice president, or some jock, right?"
Her head comes up, and he flashes back to a similar moment. Only this time, it's not the hangar deck, and she isn't puttering around a Cylon raider. But it's the same stance, except she's tired now, and he's wiser to her cues. He steps closer, practically breathing on her neck. If she wants to turn and hit him, she'll have to look at him.
"Frak you, Lee."
"All you have to do is ask, Kara. I'm sure it wouldn't be hard. Flash a little skin, maybe even Zarek--"
Her elbow slams into his chest, the air whooshing out of him as she turns. He tangles his arms around her, grabbing onto something he doesn't want to let go.
"Lee--"
"How come, Kara? Why them, and not me?"
"We are not having this conversation, Lee." But she doesn't try to break free.
Later, he'll remember that she never resisted.
"Why, Kara?"
"Frak you, Lee."
She can't seem to say anything else, and he doesn't care why, suddenly. So he kisses her instead of thinking, and she gasps against his lips. Then her hands are hanging onto his collar and her body is against his, and there's something broken in the sounds she's making.
His hands get her pants down and she drags him against the wall, pushing until his back is against it, the cold metal biting through his shirts. It's not enough, and he wastes no time getting her shirt up enough to feel her skin. Incautious fingers brush over stitches, and her jerks back, "Kara--?"
"Shut up, Lee." Her mouth claims his again, her hand goes down his pants.
And his brain short-circuits.
Later, he'll wonder if he left finger marks on her hips as he yanked her up against him and there are bruises on his back from slamming into the wall, so there must be some on hers.
She's slick under his fingers, the whimpers changing to soft demands as he lifts her up, turns and attempts to slide into her. He misses, and she laughs, the sound breaking off when he bites her shoulder. And then he's there, thrusting in, and she groans.
It's too fast and he wants to stop and go back ten minutes and start this right instead of wrong.
But he thinks that might not work out anyway.
Kara doesn't give him time, clenches around him and drives him over the edge.
"Off."
He's too shaky and post-orgasmic to realize until her pants are up and she grabs for her discarded boot that she's leaving. "Kara--"
"I'm sure," she says, moving past him before he can stop her, "we both have things to do."
"But--"
"Don't make it more than it was, Lee," she stops at the door, not looking back. "It's sex, just like you wanted." And then she's gone, leaving him standing there, wondering what, exactly, went wrong.
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Genre: PWP, Angst.
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Length: 500+
Spoilers/Set: Season two, Home part 1.
Summary: Later, he'll remember that she wouldn't look at him.
Notes: er. This one's for
stars_like_dust. Happy lateish birhday? Er. Title's from Depeche Mode's 'Halo'.Aching to be Free
by ALC Punk!
Later, he'll remember that she wouldn't look at him.
"Kara." She ignores him, and it's a little too much; his hand closes on her arm, "Kara."
And she flinches.
"Oh. Sorry. Is there a no-touching rule now?" He can't help the sarcasm.
"Yeah, Lee. No touching."
"Unless I'm the frakkin' vice president, or some jock, right?"
Her head comes up, and he flashes back to a similar moment. Only this time, it's not the hangar deck, and she isn't puttering around a Cylon raider. But it's the same stance, except she's tired now, and he's wiser to her cues. He steps closer, practically breathing on her neck. If she wants to turn and hit him, she'll have to look at him.
"Frak you, Lee."
"All you have to do is ask, Kara. I'm sure it wouldn't be hard. Flash a little skin, maybe even Zarek--"
Her elbow slams into his chest, the air whooshing out of him as she turns. He tangles his arms around her, grabbing onto something he doesn't want to let go.
"Lee--"
"How come, Kara? Why them, and not me?"
"We are not having this conversation, Lee." But she doesn't try to break free.
Later, he'll remember that she never resisted.
"Why, Kara?"
"Frak you, Lee."
She can't seem to say anything else, and he doesn't care why, suddenly. So he kisses her instead of thinking, and she gasps against his lips. Then her hands are hanging onto his collar and her body is against his, and there's something broken in the sounds she's making.
His hands get her pants down and she drags him against the wall, pushing until his back is against it, the cold metal biting through his shirts. It's not enough, and he wastes no time getting her shirt up enough to feel her skin. Incautious fingers brush over stitches, and her jerks back, "Kara--?"
"Shut up, Lee." Her mouth claims his again, her hand goes down his pants.
And his brain short-circuits.
Later, he'll wonder if he left finger marks on her hips as he yanked her up against him and there are bruises on his back from slamming into the wall, so there must be some on hers.
She's slick under his fingers, the whimpers changing to soft demands as he lifts her up, turns and attempts to slide into her. He misses, and she laughs, the sound breaking off when he bites her shoulder. And then he's there, thrusting in, and she groans.
It's too fast and he wants to stop and go back ten minutes and start this right instead of wrong.
But he thinks that might not work out anyway.
Kara doesn't give him time, clenches around him and drives him over the edge.
"Off."
He's too shaky and post-orgasmic to realize until her pants are up and she grabs for her discarded boot that she's leaving. "Kara--"
"I'm sure," she says, moving past him before he can stop her, "we both have things to do."
"But--"
"Don't make it more than it was, Lee," she stops at the door, not looking back. "It's sex, just like you wanted." And then she's gone, leaving him standing there, wondering what, exactly, went wrong.
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Favourite line: It's too fast and he wants to stop and go back ten minutes and start this right instead of wrong.
This is a keeper, lyssie!
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Plus, I like my toys broken.
Thank you =)
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Poor Lee just never seems to get it right.
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And I think we may see his breaking point any day now.
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Damn, she's good! Great quickie!
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Hmmm.
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Thank you. =)
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