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Some Time Alone

Title: Some Time Alone
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Words: 1416
Rating: R
Written for bsg_pornbattle  prompts "end of the worlds" "Saying I love you and meaning it are two different things" "fighting is fun when this is the reward" 
This is a followup to And I Feel Fine

She makes it back alive. So does he.
238 times.

Sometimes, when they make it back, Kara pulls him out of the sight of prying eyes, pulls their flight suits out of the way just so she can feel his skin burning against hers, feel him thrusting inside her as she tears at him with mouth and hands, as a reminder to herself that she got out of this one. Sometimes she’s just too frakking tired to bother.

Sometimes, she lets Lee hold her for one out of thirty-three minutes, like he doesn’t know what he’d do if she didn’t come back. She steals a kiss from him when no one’s looking as a promise that she will.. She doesn’t know if she can keep it, but she’s gonna try like hell.

They do make it back, every time, even when 1,300 others don’t. She sits with him as he rewatches the gun cam footage, passes a bottle back and forth between them, and doesn’t really know what the frak else to say.

---

He gets one of the last showers before water consumption stops. Sure, they’re all gonna die of dehydration if they don’t find water soon, but she can’t help but feel irked.

“Why? When was the last time you took a shower?” he asks, the towel hanging from his waist just begging for her to come tear it off. So she does, pushes him down into his rack and rides him until he’s breathless and sweaty and clutching at her like a lifeline.

Afterwards, she settles herself in the bit of space between him and the bulkhead, drags a finger through the sheen of sweat across his chest. “I think you need another shower, Apollo.” She laughs.

---

“I can’t believe you let the motherfrakker get away!” She doesn’t give a frak about the way the others clear out the bunkroom, closing the hatch and leaving the two of them at each other’s throats. The CAG and Starbuck are fighting again, what’s new?. He yells back something bitter and self-righteous and they rally for a while until she wants to put a bullet in his head.

At some point, some crucial point, he stops fighting with his words and starts fighting with his mouth. Bruising, biting kisses, consuming her as he shoves her back into the lockers. Her fingernails dig into his skin, leaving long, raw scratches in his back as she tears off his tanks. They frak hard and fast, and by the end she knows she’ll have bruises on her wrists for at least a week. She hazily thinks that fighting is fun when this is the reward.

Lee’s neck looks bitten, bruised, bleeding—like he went a few rounds with a vampire. He tells Cottle he got the wound on the Astral Queen earlier. Cottle doesn’t buy it.

---

She loves everything about it. Loves the taste of him in her mouth. Loves the way that perfect CAG attitude starts to slip away when his cock slips through her lips. Loves the sounds he makes. Loves the hazy look in his eyes when he comes.

She crawls back up his body and he looks at her, sighing with satisfaction. He murmurs, “Love you.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re just saying that because I give great head.”

His response takes a second longer than it should. “Well, yeah.”

“Come on,” she says, smacking his stomach lightly. “We gotta get going.”

“Where?”

“Flattop’s thousandth landing.” The look on his face can only be described as oh, shit. Matter-of-factly, she tells him, “You’re the worst CAG in the history of CAGs.”

---

After the funeral they hole up in his office with a bottle of ambrosia. Between the two of them it’s gone in under an hour. They sit next to each other, thighs pressed together. Lee has his hand on her hip, just laying there, familiar almost. Eventually, she rests her head on his shoulder. They don’t talk, but the silence is good.

“Your dad wants me to teach again,” she confesses.

Lee’s quiet for a moment. “Are you?”

“Don’t really have much of a choice.”

At the end of the night, they crawl into their separate racks.

---

First time he visits her in sickbay she’s so worn out on the Doc’s drugs she doesn’t bother to open her eyes. Lee just sits beside her, touches her hand, and stays there until she passes out.

The next time he visits her, he tells her he has a gift for her. He tells her it isn’t much but she wonders where the frak he managed to get a chocolate bar. It’s not like they’re making the stuff anymore. She shoves it back at him and tells him it’s too valuable. He refuses to leave her side until she eats it. She takes half, tells him to keep the other.

He only leaves when she tells him the drugs are making her tired. When wakes up, he’s left the other square of chocolate and she wonders when the hell gifts became a part of their thing. Whatever their thing was.

Blip on the dradis, it seems. The next week he’s bringing her crutches, doing everything he can to taunt her out of bed and it occurs to her that this is the Lee she knows. It hurts like hell, but he promises things that he can’t do to her in sickbay and it’s pretty frakking motivating.

---

She thinks sometimes that maybe she did die back on that red moon and now she’s suffering eternal torment for her sins. At least that’s what it feels like. She’s a pilot that can’t fly and she’s sure that if she doesn’t get in a cockpit soon she’s going to lose her mind.

On the other hand, now that she’s got some kind of routine back, Lee’s doing his best to make her lose her mind in other ways. Sometimes, when she’s sitting on his desk and he’s on his knees in front of her, worshipping her with fingers and tongue, Kara feels like she’s gone completely insane. The things that man can do with his tongue on her clit or the twist of his fingers just so can send her into total oblivion.

The crazier thing is, she realizes she’s wanting more every single day.

---

Lee finds her in a shit mood after the interrogation. He asks her how it went and doesn’t believe her when she tells him it was fine. He refuses to let her close up, so she opens just a little. Tells him that the cylon knew things, about her, about her past—it just shook her, that’s all.

He slides next to her in her rack, and asks her what else the cylon knew. “Does he know about us?”

Us.

She doesn’t know why, but she likes the sound of it. Almost as much as she likes the way he draws the curtain shut, settles over her, and slides into her. There’s a fire building inside her with each stroke, dizzying, electrifying, making her forget about everything but this.

Everything but them.

---


She waits in CIC. Waits and watches, stuck with the knowledge that if he dies out there it’s her own frakking fault. It might not be true exactly, but it’s her plan and it sure as hell feels like it.

Later, watching him climb out of his cockpit, she’s never been prouder or more grateful. When they can sneak away unnoticed, she drags him into his office, strips off his flight suit and lays him out on his desk.

She drags her lips over every inch of skin she can reach, scraping lightly with her teeth and suckling hard whenever the urge strikes her to mark him, make him hers. The deep groans from the back of his throat have her wet and aching and when she can’t wait anymore, she crawls on top of him. Arms braced on his chest, her bad leg hangs off the desk and she uses her good one as she lowers himself over him.

His hands guide her hips as she rocks up and down in a steady rhythm that has him chanting her name over and over again and every time it sounds like it means more than just her name. After they’re done, she just holds him for a minute, unsure of what she’d have done if he hadn’t come back.

---

She shows up to the Colonial Day dance in a dress just to frak with him. His reaction is better than anticipated.

He’s not the only one who’s noticed she cleans up good sometimes. The new Vice President tries to cut in on their dance and Lee tells him to politely frak off. His arm tightens around her waist and she can feel what her proximity is doing to his body.

Next thing she knows, they’ve gotten a room on Cloud 9 and locked the door behind them. His hands come up and cup her face, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. He kisses her soundly, until she can’t breathe, and pulls back to rest his forehead against hers. “Gods, Kara,” he whispers. “I love you.” He closes his eyes. “You don’t have to say it back, I just… wanted you to know.”

She pulls him down to her on the bed, lets him strip her of her dress, while she tugs at the buttons of his dress greys. Finally bare, he braces himself over her, and she pulls his face down to her, sealing their lips together.

And then their bodies seal together. The hot length of him filling her sends electric shivers up her spine and she brings her legs up, locks them around his hips to draw him deeper into her. The rhythm is familiar now, but the fire is as strong as it has ever been. Every touch, every kiss, every stroke brings them higher until release rushes through them.

Sated and sweaty under the covers, she rolls onto her side. She kisses him long and slow and deep, and she means I love you, too.

She’s not sure she can say it back—not aloud, not yet—but she hopes he can hear it anyway.

Comments

( 21 comments — Leave a comment )
eugis
Jan. 9th, 2010 03:29 am (UTC)
This is my canon, Ray. I love all of this so much.
rayruz
Jan. 9th, 2010 03:32 am (UTC)
:D Yay for alternate canon! Yay for pilots!
apollosspear
Jan. 9th, 2010 03:30 am (UTC)
oh how i wish this is how things happened. If a time machine is invented before i die, i am taking you back and holding a gun to rdm's head while YOU tell him how BSG is going to go, because he obviously screwed it up all to hell
rayruz
Jan. 9th, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
I'll take that as a compliment ;)
ecstaticdance
Jan. 9th, 2010 04:20 am (UTC)
I like this AU overview. I love that it's tender, but still manages to hold onto all the desperation and pain and angst that is Lee and Kara.
rayruz
Jan. 9th, 2010 12:59 pm (UTC)
Heh, they're not perfect but they deserve better!
somewhereapart
Jan. 9th, 2010 04:21 am (UTC)
Oh, this. THIS, Ray. This is lovely, lovely, lovely.
rayruz
Jan. 9th, 2010 12:59 pm (UTC)
:D Thank you!
callmeonetrack
Jan. 9th, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)
Nicely done bb. I love that they can be happy. ♥
rayruz
Jan. 9th, 2010 12:59 pm (UTC)
They deserve it.
helikedmyshoes
Jan. 9th, 2010 07:29 am (UTC)
Ray, girl, you've outdone yourself here. This is just so lovely. I love it so so much and I am going to read it over and over again.
rayruz
Jan. 9th, 2010 12:55 pm (UTC)
:D Why thank you!
cynicalshadows
Jan. 9th, 2010 06:18 pm (UTC)
I bow down to your fic writing skills. This was fabulous and I so wish the show had gone this direction instead. I loved when Lee told Baltar to frak off. If only he had done that in the first place. *sigh* Great job!
rayruz
Jan. 18th, 2010 02:44 pm (UTC)
No need to bow. :)

Yeah, Lee should've told Baltar to keep his paws off.
elzed
Jan. 10th, 2010 09:09 am (UTC)
Total canon. Wonderful. You've been outdoing yourself, ray!
rayruz
Jan. 18th, 2010 02:47 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you
isla_verdad
Jan. 11th, 2010 06:00 am (UTC)
Ahhhhhh.....I love these snippets. It's my new canon for Season 1. Besides the delicious hotness of each episode, there's one sentence in each that is just so fun, so perfect and right, that just makes my heart happy. Such as:

Sometimes, she lets Lee hold her for one out of thirty-three minutes, like he doesn’t know what he’d do if she didn’t come back.

Afterwards, she settles herself in the bit of space between him and the bulkhead, drags a finger through the sheen of sweat across his chest. “I think you need another shower, Apollo.”

He tells Cottle he got the wound on the Astral Queen earlier. Cottle doesn’t buy it.

Loves the way that perfect CAG attitude starts to slip away when his cock slips through her lips.

When wakes up, he’s left the other square of chocolate and she wonders when the hell gifts became a part of their thing. Whatever their thing was.


And so on. The little details make all the difference and you are fabulous at painting a scene that resonates so well.
rayruz
Jan. 18th, 2010 02:50 pm (UTC)
Heh. It's Toooootally canon :D Thank you
buckeye94
Jan. 13th, 2010 03:46 am (UTC)
Yes, this is as it should have been with our lovely pilots! Great work!
rayruz
Jan. 18th, 2010 02:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
scifishipper
Jun. 30th, 2012 02:29 am (UTC)
Guh. So gorgeous. I love how they slowly come together and need each other and Kara lets it happen. Guh. Beautiful!
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