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Fic: "Insanity Underrated" (Battlestar Galactica, Lee/Kara, 2/?)
Title: Insanity Underrated
Author:padme_kenobi
Previous Chapters: Can be read here.
Characters/Pairings: Lee/Kara this chapter, continued mentions of Zak/Kara
Word Count: 2,038
Spoilers: Through S1's "Flesh and Bone"
Rating: R for sexual scenes
Summary: “You’re a good lay. We can’t be anything else.”
Author's Notes: So, uh, remember this fic? *cough* Yes, I've definitely let more weeks go past without an update than I would have liked, but this was mostly due to real life in the form of me finishing up my last few weeks - EVER - of university. So with a little luck, that won't happen again. ;) This chapter has actually been sitting on my hard drive since I posted Chapter 1, but was in such disarray that I couldn't even think of putting it up. Heh. But it's now gone through a good once-over from my beta and been edited to within an inch of its life, so it's ready to go. Enjoy!
“Gods, Lee —”
“Kara, no, wait —”
“Godsdamnit, please —”
He pressed a hand to her chest, trying to still her, but she arched against his fingers with a moan and they slipped, brushing over a nipple. Her breath hitched sharply, irresistibly, and she snaked her own hand downwards over his chest, lower, further, until it reached the tent in his pants.
“Kara —”
“You want this too, Lee.” She was unrepentant. “You want this, I want this and you’ve got an hour before CAP so come on, let’s frak!”
Lee gritted out a sigh and, with tremendous effort moved to lie beside her. “Kara, something’s going on. Something happened today between you and that Cylon and I want to know what the hell it is. You came back from that cell and I’ve never seen you looking the way you did. Talk to me, dammit.”
Her face turned to stone and she stilled, no longer moving, arching, gasping. “None of your business. Read the godsdamned report, Lee.”
“A Cylon interrogation? Of course that’s my frakking business!”
“Then read — the — report,” Kara snapped.
“If you think that report is going to tell me everything I need to know about what happened, then you have no idea, Kara. No idea.”
“Fine.” Her breath came heavily, angrily. “The Cylon Leoben resisted interrogation despite claiming that a nuclear bomb was present somewhere in the fleet; therefore the use of physical coercion was authorized as per protocol. Subject continued to prove uncooperative but did reveal that it had lied about the nuke. As it was no longer deemed to have any continued worth to the fleet, subject was executed by explosive decompression at approximately fifteen hundred hours. Execution witnessed by President Laura Roslin and myself. Sir.”
“Frak it, Kara!” Lee was damned glad the hatch was dogged, because he felt almost sure they were about to have one of their patented arguments and he was sick and tired of others overhearing. “If this is going to work, we need to be honest with each other, and that means you telling me —”
“What, Lee?” Kara snapped, rising up on her elbow. “And what the hell do you mean, if this is going to work? What’s ‘this’?”
He paused, momentarily confused. “What are you talking about? This, us, together …”
“Lee, it’s been three frakking weeks. And all we have done is get each other off. Hardly means we’re together. Gods, we’re not even allowed to be. Remember your precious regulations, Apollo? Remember how scared you were of breaking them? You’re a good lay. We can’t be anything else.”
Lee felt like she’d cracked him open. He swallowed, swallowed again, and still couldn’t think of anything to say. How could she think this meant nothing to him? How could this mean nothing to her, after she’d kissed him so gently, caressed his face, called out his name as she came? He bit his lip, suddenly needing her desperately, but finding no way to steer the encounter back to the way he’d hoped it would go.
Kara was paying no attention, instead maneuvering herself out of the bunk, reaching for her cane. “Scuttlebutt around the deck is, Chief and Boomer were hauled in and questioned during the inquiry. It was supposed to be about the bomb but it turned out to be a frakking inquisition into their relationship. You want that to be us, Lee? You want to get hauled up in front of Hadrian and humiliated? Be my godsdamned guest, but leave me out of it.”
He just continued to stare, to gaze at her as she stood awkwardly and hobbled towards her locker, still trying to put together an adequate response. “I —” Lee began, but his throat closed and he had to begin again. “Right. Right. You’re right, I, um, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Yeah, well, at least you’ve got it now, right?” The locker squealed horribly as she opened it. “Godsdamn this thing needs — frak!”
Lee whipped around in time to see her overbalance and stumble against the door, her injured knee slamming right into it. She gasped and gasped again, the colour draining from her face so fast he half-expected to see blood pooled at her feet. The cane fell to the floor and she began to follow, but not before he’d bounded across the room and caught her against his chest, his hands circling under her arms.
“Hey, hey, hey. Easy.”
“Frak,” Kara swore again, clutching at him in a death grip — which underscored, to Lee, exactly how much she was hurting. “Frakking hell, I told them to fix that —”
He followed her gaze and saw a broken shelf, collapsed onto the one underneath it. She’d obviously been leaning on it when it gave way. “Something tells me repairs in the officers’ bunkroom aren’t very high priority right now.”
“You think?” She winced as her right foot touched the metal deck. “Godsdamn it!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay — here.” Lee draped her left arm around his shoulder and helped her to carefully hop back to the bunk. Kara’s bare skin against his made him even hungrier for her but he said nothing, lying her slowly down and tucking in the offending leg. He bent, softly brushing some of the sweat from her forehead. “What can I do?”
Her teeth were still gritted fiercely. “Pills. Top shelf on the left.”
Lee brought them quickly with some water and held her up while she shoved the white circles into her mouth and drank, drank until a little of her colour had started to return. Her breath, previously quick and desperate, began to slow slightly, and she leaned back against his arm. He was forcefully reminded of the incident in sickbay — except this time, Kara seemed to be accepting his help. For the moment.
“Hell of a way to spend your shift off,” Kara muttered. “Helping a gimp like me.”
“Kara, I don’t mind,” Lee said hurriedly.
“I do.” She rolled her eyes and handed back the glass. “I want to fly again, godsdamnit.”
“You will,” he promised.
“Yeah? That’s what they told me when I frakked up my knee in pyramid. Never stepped on a court again.”
“You played pyramid on a team?” Lee arched an eyebrow in surprise.
“Before I enlisted, I could’ve gone pro if it hadn’t been for the injury.”
He added that to the mental list of things he hadn’t known about her, hadn’t even begun to suspect. It was getting longer by the day.
“Look, Cottle told you you’d fly again, right?”
Kara scowled. “Yeah, if I let it heal and keep up with my rehab.”
“Well, you’re going to do exactly as he tells you, then, aren’t you?” Lee affixed her with his sternest I’m-the-CAG look.
Her face twisted and he was afraid he might have caused offense, but next second she was grinning widely and had burst out laughing. “Lee, you know that look doesn’t work on me!”
“It was worth a shot,” he shrugged.
“Whatever.” Kara maneuvered herself into a horizontal position. “So, hotshot, let’s pick up where we left off. I didn’t get naked for nothing and neither did you.”
Lee sighed as he replaced the glass on the table. Their expectations were different, that much was clear, and in a way she was right: until the frat regs were repealed, if that ever happened, he was permitted to treat Kara only as a quick lay, and nothing more. The trouble was that those regulations didn’t take feelings into account. They weren’t supposed to, since in the military, feelings could get you killed. But what he felt for Kara — and it was foolish to deny that he felt something — went far beyond either civil cordiality or simple physical attraction. It was complicated, and wrapped in several layers of guilt, but it was the need to love her and touch her and be there for her and with her, no matter what. He’d only just begun to realize this, over several weeks, and he found it difficult to put into words even in his own mind. But he couldn’t imagine a life that she wasn’t part of, and neither was he sure how he’d gone for two years without contacting her, speaking to her, seeing her. Oh, they still argued and fought and failed to see eye to eye, and Kara could infuriate him like no one else. She was prone to sulking and she would never, ever talk about herself, except in rare moments like these. But that challenged him to see the best in her, and it made the more open moments all the better for their scarcity. He wished they could talk, really talk, without any of the inhibitions and hang-ups they still seemed to have. But it had been mere weeks since he’d even acknowledged to himself that something deeper was going on, and so Lee supposed he should give it time. Give her time.
Besides, the sex was great.
She grinned cheekily out at him and he hardened in record time, barely able to walk back over to the bunks. Seeing Kara in a position like that, spread out before him, was something to which he’d never expected to bear witness, and yet, here she was. Lee swallowed visibly, wrestling with himself, trying to decide if he should press the issue of the interrogated Cylon or simply give in to his baser instincts.
But he had left a very important weapon within her reach, and Kara took full advantage. He jumped as he felt her fingers ghosting up his thigh, finding the bulge at his crotch and pressing gently.
“Not fair, Kara,” Lee mumbled, almost stumbling against the top bunk.
She arched an eyebrow. “Who said anything about fair?”
“Yes, fairness, Kara. There is such a concept. How silly of me to —” He interrupted himself with a grunt as her fingers closed around him, stroking up to the base of his cock and back down again. Somehow she had managed to unzip his pants and reach inside while he’d been talking, and again Lee paid the price for his inattention.
“Okay — okay —” He was gripping the top bunk tightly now, knuckles white, feeling breathless. Her hand stilled immediately, though Kara continued to grin. “Let me just — just move over and make room or you could get more than you bargained for.”
“Where’s your stamina, Apollo?” she mocked, but wiggled to the side as he had requested.
After making sure the hatch was dogged (gods forbid anyone should walk in right now, though most pilots were either on CAP or in the rec room), Lee proceeded nonchalantly back across the room, to Kara’s frustrated exhalation. He waited until she’d begun to roll her eyes skyward and then jumped carefully on top of her, carefully so as not to jar her knee. They wrestled playfully for a few moments, laughing and grinning like kids, until Kara pulled him down and kissed him, her fingers lightly caressing his cheeks. He responded immediately with a moan of longing as she trailed her hand down, down past his chest and towards his belt.
“Lee?”
He paused. “What?”
Kara snorted, the kind of snort that was inches from becoming a loud guffaw.
“What?”
“Your fly is open.”
He’d looked down before he could stop himself, and that time she really did laugh, her shoulders shaking with mirth. Lee decided there was nothing he could do but go for broke and so he sat up to strip, awkward in the small bunk. “Whose fault do you suppose that is?” he whispered huskily afterwards, leaning down so that his breath tickled her neck.
Kara’s pupils darkened with arousal and the tip of her tongue darted out to lave her lips once, a gesture he was beginning to adore. And, as though they had exchanged some secret signal, some form of permission, suddenly her hands were everywhere and Lee ground against her and her hips came up to meet him, urging him on, both lost in touch …
His last coherent thought as he slid inside of her was an echo of an earlier realization, a sort of guilty confirmation.
Yes, the sex was great.
Author:
padme_kenobiPrevious Chapters: Can be read here.
Characters/Pairings: Lee/Kara this chapter, continued mentions of Zak/Kara
Word Count: 2,038
Spoilers: Through S1's "Flesh and Bone"
Rating: R for sexual scenes
Summary: “You’re a good lay. We can’t be anything else.”
Author's Notes: So, uh, remember this fic? *cough* Yes, I've definitely let more weeks go past without an update than I would have liked, but this was mostly due to real life in the form of me finishing up my last few weeks - EVER - of university. So with a little luck, that won't happen again. ;) This chapter has actually been sitting on my hard drive since I posted Chapter 1, but was in such disarray that I couldn't even think of putting it up. Heh. But it's now gone through a good once-over from my beta and been edited to within an inch of its life, so it's ready to go. Enjoy!
“Gods, Lee —”
“Kara, no, wait —”
“Godsdamnit, please —”
He pressed a hand to her chest, trying to still her, but she arched against his fingers with a moan and they slipped, brushing over a nipple. Her breath hitched sharply, irresistibly, and she snaked her own hand downwards over his chest, lower, further, until it reached the tent in his pants.
“Kara —”
“You want this too, Lee.” She was unrepentant. “You want this, I want this and you’ve got an hour before CAP so come on, let’s frak!”
Lee gritted out a sigh and, with tremendous effort moved to lie beside her. “Kara, something’s going on. Something happened today between you and that Cylon and I want to know what the hell it is. You came back from that cell and I’ve never seen you looking the way you did. Talk to me, dammit.”
Her face turned to stone and she stilled, no longer moving, arching, gasping. “None of your business. Read the godsdamned report, Lee.”
“A Cylon interrogation? Of course that’s my frakking business!”
“Then read — the — report,” Kara snapped.
“If you think that report is going to tell me everything I need to know about what happened, then you have no idea, Kara. No idea.”
“Fine.” Her breath came heavily, angrily. “The Cylon Leoben resisted interrogation despite claiming that a nuclear bomb was present somewhere in the fleet; therefore the use of physical coercion was authorized as per protocol. Subject continued to prove uncooperative but did reveal that it had lied about the nuke. As it was no longer deemed to have any continued worth to the fleet, subject was executed by explosive decompression at approximately fifteen hundred hours. Execution witnessed by President Laura Roslin and myself. Sir.”
“Frak it, Kara!” Lee was damned glad the hatch was dogged, because he felt almost sure they were about to have one of their patented arguments and he was sick and tired of others overhearing. “If this is going to work, we need to be honest with each other, and that means you telling me —”
“What, Lee?” Kara snapped, rising up on her elbow. “And what the hell do you mean, if this is going to work? What’s ‘this’?”
He paused, momentarily confused. “What are you talking about? This, us, together …”
“Lee, it’s been three frakking weeks. And all we have done is get each other off. Hardly means we’re together. Gods, we’re not even allowed to be. Remember your precious regulations, Apollo? Remember how scared you were of breaking them? You’re a good lay. We can’t be anything else.”
Lee felt like she’d cracked him open. He swallowed, swallowed again, and still couldn’t think of anything to say. How could she think this meant nothing to him? How could this mean nothing to her, after she’d kissed him so gently, caressed his face, called out his name as she came? He bit his lip, suddenly needing her desperately, but finding no way to steer the encounter back to the way he’d hoped it would go.
Kara was paying no attention, instead maneuvering herself out of the bunk, reaching for her cane. “Scuttlebutt around the deck is, Chief and Boomer were hauled in and questioned during the inquiry. It was supposed to be about the bomb but it turned out to be a frakking inquisition into their relationship. You want that to be us, Lee? You want to get hauled up in front of Hadrian and humiliated? Be my godsdamned guest, but leave me out of it.”
He just continued to stare, to gaze at her as she stood awkwardly and hobbled towards her locker, still trying to put together an adequate response. “I —” Lee began, but his throat closed and he had to begin again. “Right. Right. You’re right, I, um, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Yeah, well, at least you’ve got it now, right?” The locker squealed horribly as she opened it. “Godsdamn this thing needs — frak!”
Lee whipped around in time to see her overbalance and stumble against the door, her injured knee slamming right into it. She gasped and gasped again, the colour draining from her face so fast he half-expected to see blood pooled at her feet. The cane fell to the floor and she began to follow, but not before he’d bounded across the room and caught her against his chest, his hands circling under her arms.
“Hey, hey, hey. Easy.”
“Frak,” Kara swore again, clutching at him in a death grip — which underscored, to Lee, exactly how much she was hurting. “Frakking hell, I told them to fix that —”
He followed her gaze and saw a broken shelf, collapsed onto the one underneath it. She’d obviously been leaning on it when it gave way. “Something tells me repairs in the officers’ bunkroom aren’t very high priority right now.”
“You think?” She winced as her right foot touched the metal deck. “Godsdamn it!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay — here.” Lee draped her left arm around his shoulder and helped her to carefully hop back to the bunk. Kara’s bare skin against his made him even hungrier for her but he said nothing, lying her slowly down and tucking in the offending leg. He bent, softly brushing some of the sweat from her forehead. “What can I do?”
Her teeth were still gritted fiercely. “Pills. Top shelf on the left.”
Lee brought them quickly with some water and held her up while she shoved the white circles into her mouth and drank, drank until a little of her colour had started to return. Her breath, previously quick and desperate, began to slow slightly, and she leaned back against his arm. He was forcefully reminded of the incident in sickbay — except this time, Kara seemed to be accepting his help. For the moment.
“Hell of a way to spend your shift off,” Kara muttered. “Helping a gimp like me.”
“Kara, I don’t mind,” Lee said hurriedly.
“I do.” She rolled her eyes and handed back the glass. “I want to fly again, godsdamnit.”
“You will,” he promised.
“Yeah? That’s what they told me when I frakked up my knee in pyramid. Never stepped on a court again.”
“You played pyramid on a team?” Lee arched an eyebrow in surprise.
“Before I enlisted, I could’ve gone pro if it hadn’t been for the injury.”
He added that to the mental list of things he hadn’t known about her, hadn’t even begun to suspect. It was getting longer by the day.
“Look, Cottle told you you’d fly again, right?”
Kara scowled. “Yeah, if I let it heal and keep up with my rehab.”
“Well, you’re going to do exactly as he tells you, then, aren’t you?” Lee affixed her with his sternest I’m-the-CAG look.
Her face twisted and he was afraid he might have caused offense, but next second she was grinning widely and had burst out laughing. “Lee, you know that look doesn’t work on me!”
“It was worth a shot,” he shrugged.
“Whatever.” Kara maneuvered herself into a horizontal position. “So, hotshot, let’s pick up where we left off. I didn’t get naked for nothing and neither did you.”
Lee sighed as he replaced the glass on the table. Their expectations were different, that much was clear, and in a way she was right: until the frat regs were repealed, if that ever happened, he was permitted to treat Kara only as a quick lay, and nothing more. The trouble was that those regulations didn’t take feelings into account. They weren’t supposed to, since in the military, feelings could get you killed. But what he felt for Kara — and it was foolish to deny that he felt something — went far beyond either civil cordiality or simple physical attraction. It was complicated, and wrapped in several layers of guilt, but it was the need to love her and touch her and be there for her and with her, no matter what. He’d only just begun to realize this, over several weeks, and he found it difficult to put into words even in his own mind. But he couldn’t imagine a life that she wasn’t part of, and neither was he sure how he’d gone for two years without contacting her, speaking to her, seeing her. Oh, they still argued and fought and failed to see eye to eye, and Kara could infuriate him like no one else. She was prone to sulking and she would never, ever talk about herself, except in rare moments like these. But that challenged him to see the best in her, and it made the more open moments all the better for their scarcity. He wished they could talk, really talk, without any of the inhibitions and hang-ups they still seemed to have. But it had been mere weeks since he’d even acknowledged to himself that something deeper was going on, and so Lee supposed he should give it time. Give her time.
Besides, the sex was great.
She grinned cheekily out at him and he hardened in record time, barely able to walk back over to the bunks. Seeing Kara in a position like that, spread out before him, was something to which he’d never expected to bear witness, and yet, here she was. Lee swallowed visibly, wrestling with himself, trying to decide if he should press the issue of the interrogated Cylon or simply give in to his baser instincts.
But he had left a very important weapon within her reach, and Kara took full advantage. He jumped as he felt her fingers ghosting up his thigh, finding the bulge at his crotch and pressing gently.
“Not fair, Kara,” Lee mumbled, almost stumbling against the top bunk.
She arched an eyebrow. “Who said anything about fair?”
“Yes, fairness, Kara. There is such a concept. How silly of me to —” He interrupted himself with a grunt as her fingers closed around him, stroking up to the base of his cock and back down again. Somehow she had managed to unzip his pants and reach inside while he’d been talking, and again Lee paid the price for his inattention.
“Okay — okay —” He was gripping the top bunk tightly now, knuckles white, feeling breathless. Her hand stilled immediately, though Kara continued to grin. “Let me just — just move over and make room or you could get more than you bargained for.”
“Where’s your stamina, Apollo?” she mocked, but wiggled to the side as he had requested.
After making sure the hatch was dogged (gods forbid anyone should walk in right now, though most pilots were either on CAP or in the rec room), Lee proceeded nonchalantly back across the room, to Kara’s frustrated exhalation. He waited until she’d begun to roll her eyes skyward and then jumped carefully on top of her, carefully so as not to jar her knee. They wrestled playfully for a few moments, laughing and grinning like kids, until Kara pulled him down and kissed him, her fingers lightly caressing his cheeks. He responded immediately with a moan of longing as she trailed her hand down, down past his chest and towards his belt.
“Lee?”
He paused. “What?”
Kara snorted, the kind of snort that was inches from becoming a loud guffaw.
“What?”
“Your fly is open.”
He’d looked down before he could stop himself, and that time she really did laugh, her shoulders shaking with mirth. Lee decided there was nothing he could do but go for broke and so he sat up to strip, awkward in the small bunk. “Whose fault do you suppose that is?” he whispered huskily afterwards, leaning down so that his breath tickled her neck.
Kara’s pupils darkened with arousal and the tip of her tongue darted out to lave her lips once, a gesture he was beginning to adore. And, as though they had exchanged some secret signal, some form of permission, suddenly her hands were everywhere and Lee ground against her and her hips came up to meet him, urging him on, both lost in touch …
His last coherent thought as he slid inside of her was an echo of an earlier realization, a sort of guilty confirmation.
Yes, the sex was great.