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Fic: "The Next Morning" (Battlestar Galactica, Lee/Kara, 1/1)
Title: The Next Morning
Author:padme_kenobi
Characters/Pairings: Lee/Kara
Word Count: 633 words
Spoilers: None, this is completely AU.
Rating: NC-17 for sexual scenes
Summary: Regrets plague Kara after a night spent with Lee.
Author's Notes: This was written on a very unofficial basis for Theatrical Muse, as at the time I wrote this I was on on a waiting list for Kara, but I decided to apply it here, too, because it was a ton of fun to write. Goes with the![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
fanfic50 prompt #027 Elusive. Besides, Lee/Kara = OTP FOREVER. At least where BSG is concerned, with Sam/Kara being the secondary OTP. XD
When I awoke the next morning, Lee was next to me and I wanted to run.
I wanted to run, run to the other side of Galactica, forget what had happened and pretend it meant nothing. Because it didn't. Not really. It was just a little thing, a little thing like I go through with so many other people, a thing like what happened with Baltar, and Sam, and oh Gods, Sam. What the frak was I doing jumping in bed with people when Sam and the Resistance are fighting for their frakking lives, could even be dead?
I stared at the ceiling above Lee's bunk because it was the only place I could bear to look. If I looked at his hands I would remember how they brushed tentatively against my breasts before moving lower, how I bit my lip to stifle the moan longing to break free - gods, I could still taste the blood - and how he didn't stop, didn't stop until his hand was between my legs and I was turning to face him, moving closer, wanting him ...
No. Never. I never wanted him. It was just another frak, godsdamnit.
I couldn't look at his face. His lips tasted of herbs, sweet and tangy. Last night I'd devoured them, devoured them after I turned towards him and he took his hand away and all of a sudden he was inside, the unspoken permission hanging in the air between us like fog. And then my hands were sliding down, down to his hips and somehow "Move, Lee," slid from between my teeth and he did, and my face met his again as I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts.
Just another frak. Just another frak.
As long as I kept repeating those words to myself, staring at the ceiling, I could believe them.
He shifted slowly, murmuring in his sleep, and suddenly I was afraid. Suddenly I was afraid of waking up to him in the morning, and what he might ask of me. It was just another frak. I can't have things asked of me. That's not the way this shit works. With Lee it's different, but it can't be different. This couldn't be anything more than what it already was.
I had to climb over him to get out of bed. I deliberately averted my eyes, not wanting to see his face, not wanting to see his hands, not wanting to see the part of him that was only just covered by the blanket. He shifted again and reached for me but I was already on the floor, pulling on my pants, pulling on my jacket, quietly so as not to wake him.
This isn't my style, Lee. I can't do this.
I banished thoughts of him from my mind. If it didn't mean anything then why did I need the memories? I didn't need the memory of his gentleness, I didn't need to remember how he felt inside of me and how he shuddered as he came, and of how I was already there and allowed myself to arrive with him, climaxing in a starburst of light.
No. I don't need this.
One final belt buckle and I was off. Shutting the door behind me with a click and then running, running as though someone was after me, pretending I hadn't just come from Lee's room and we hadn't shared something much more than closeness the previous night. The words Just another frak ringing in my mind like chatter on a comm channel.
As long as those words were there I could believe them. As long as they were there I could pretend that was the truth.
As long as they were there I could pretend I hadn't woken up next to Lee Adama.
Author:
padme_kenobiCharacters/Pairings: Lee/Kara
Word Count: 633 words
Spoilers: None, this is completely AU.
Rating: NC-17 for sexual scenes
Summary: Regrets plague Kara after a night spent with Lee.
Author's Notes: This was written on a very unofficial basis for Theatrical Muse, as at the time I wrote this I was on on a waiting list for Kara, but I decided to apply it here, too, because it was a ton of fun to write. Goes with the
fanfic50 prompt #027 Elusive. Besides, Lee/Kara = OTP FOREVER. At least where BSG is concerned, with Sam/Kara being the secondary OTP. XDWhen I awoke the next morning, Lee was next to me and I wanted to run.
I wanted to run, run to the other side of Galactica, forget what had happened and pretend it meant nothing. Because it didn't. Not really. It was just a little thing, a little thing like I go through with so many other people, a thing like what happened with Baltar, and Sam, and oh Gods, Sam. What the frak was I doing jumping in bed with people when Sam and the Resistance are fighting for their frakking lives, could even be dead?
I stared at the ceiling above Lee's bunk because it was the only place I could bear to look. If I looked at his hands I would remember how they brushed tentatively against my breasts before moving lower, how I bit my lip to stifle the moan longing to break free - gods, I could still taste the blood - and how he didn't stop, didn't stop until his hand was between my legs and I was turning to face him, moving closer, wanting him ...
No. Never. I never wanted him. It was just another frak, godsdamnit.
I couldn't look at his face. His lips tasted of herbs, sweet and tangy. Last night I'd devoured them, devoured them after I turned towards him and he took his hand away and all of a sudden he was inside, the unspoken permission hanging in the air between us like fog. And then my hands were sliding down, down to his hips and somehow "Move, Lee," slid from between my teeth and he did, and my face met his again as I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts.
Just another frak. Just another frak.
As long as I kept repeating those words to myself, staring at the ceiling, I could believe them.
He shifted slowly, murmuring in his sleep, and suddenly I was afraid. Suddenly I was afraid of waking up to him in the morning, and what he might ask of me. It was just another frak. I can't have things asked of me. That's not the way this shit works. With Lee it's different, but it can't be different. This couldn't be anything more than what it already was.
I had to climb over him to get out of bed. I deliberately averted my eyes, not wanting to see his face, not wanting to see his hands, not wanting to see the part of him that was only just covered by the blanket. He shifted again and reached for me but I was already on the floor, pulling on my pants, pulling on my jacket, quietly so as not to wake him.
This isn't my style, Lee. I can't do this.
I banished thoughts of him from my mind. If it didn't mean anything then why did I need the memories? I didn't need the memory of his gentleness, I didn't need to remember how he felt inside of me and how he shuddered as he came, and of how I was already there and allowed myself to arrive with him, climaxing in a starburst of light.
No. I don't need this.
One final belt buckle and I was off. Shutting the door behind me with a click and then running, running as though someone was after me, pretending I hadn't just come from Lee's room and we hadn't shared something much more than closeness the previous night. The words Just another frak ringing in my mind like chatter on a comm channel.
As long as those words were there I could believe them. As long as they were there I could pretend that was the truth.
As long as they were there I could pretend I hadn't woken up next to Lee Adama.