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Fic: "Five Men Kara Thrace Frakked (And One She Didn't)" (Battlestar Galactica, Kara, 1/1)
Title: Five Men Kara Thrace Frakked (And One She Didn't)
Author:padme_kenobi
Characters/Pairings: Helo/Kara, Lee/Kara, Sam/Kara, Leoben/Kara (sort of)
Word Count: 1,931
Spoilers: Through S3's "Precipice."
Rating: As the title implies, this fic is deservedly rated NC-17.
Summary: Five relationships. Five men. Each one of them meant something different.
Author's Notes: Written for thefanfic50 prompt #038 Together. This idea, the second in a long line of plotbunnies that I'm currently trying to placate, has its roots in my desire (no pun intended) to study the men with whom Kara had an intimate relationship, and to do some extrapolating and guessing where some of those relationships are concerned. The title came to me first, and from there it was a matter of thinking, "Okay, who are these people? What did she see in each of them - or not, as the case may be? What if anything did she want from them?" There are two distinctly AU bits here: first and most obviously the part with Helo, and also the encounter with Lee. However, I felt that in the context of the fic and with Kara's character, they fit.
I. Karl Agathon
They lost their virginity to each other.
It was meant to be an experiment between good friends, an attempt at becoming comfortable with intimate acts before performing them on a lover. They were in flight school, both drunk, silly. Yet it wasn’t as though they hadn’t agreed to it beforehand. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t wondered aloud what making love to another might be like. This was the natural culmination of that curiosity.
The act itself was messy. Neither of them knew what they were doing, both were nervous, and it took Kara a long while to get going. She was ashamed of herself for that – after all, she prided herself on being the best at everything – and even more ashamed when she didn’t reach climax. But there was a certain amount of satisfaction in knowing that she could drive Helo over the edge, that she was at least good enough for that.
Kara was afraid their relationship would change after that. But it didn’t. They remained the same steadfast friends that they always had been, even after they graduated from flight school and a young flyboy in one of her piloting classes caught her eye.
II. Zak Adama
They were young and foolish.
He was brash and cocky, she well accustomed to her male students making passes at her and always refusing to accept their advances. But something about Zak changed Kara. He was honest enough to ask for what he wanted: a shot of ambrosia with her after class, a visit to her apartment in Delphi, and finally, an encounter in his barracks. Despite his fiery exterior, Zak was surprisingly gentle. He was vocal, too, and he taught her that it was all right to be loud. It was all right to moan as your partner slid his cock into you, to arch your hips and grind against him. It was all right to shout your partner’s name as you became hotter and hotter, and to laugh aloud when you finally arrived.
Soon they were inseparable. And Kara didn’t even hesitate when Zak asked her to marry him. It was all right to be loud. So she put on his ring, and she leapt into his arms.
Kara never took off that ring. Not after he was killed in an accident – an accident that was her fault. Not after the Cylon attack destroyed everything else she knew.
Not after she started frakking other men. Including his brother.
III. Gaius Baltar
Baltar was a one-night stand.
Kara couldn’t ever think of them as a couple, not even after waking up the morning after frakking the Vice-President of the fleet, complete with one hell of a hangover. The man disgusted her. He exuded a slimy self-importance that she found repulsive. She wasn’t ever sure what possessed Laura Roslin to appoint Baltar her VP. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
He came at her during the Colonial Day celebrations, charm on full-force. She was drunk; she couldn’t remember how many glasses of ambrosia she’d consumed. Kara had just finished dancing with Lee Adama, and was sure he’d ask her back to his rack. Lee’d been giving her the eye for months, and she returned the favour by wearing a blue, cleavage-revealing dress with which she hoped to catch his attention. She tried to flirt with him as much as possible while they danced. But after the song ended, and Lee went over to dance with Anastasia Dualla, Kara knew she wouldn’t be getting an invitation that night.
She had a vindictive streak. That was what the encounter with Baltar was all about. Kara made sure to match him flirt for flirt, and when he suggested they retire to a more private place, she made sure Lee saw her leaving with Baltar. She didn’t miss the quick jealousy that flitted across his face – in fact, she reveled in it.
The frak itself was okay. Baltar was energetic enough, passionate enough. But here as well he showed how self-centred he was: he barely lasted five minutes, and he looked as her hungrily, possessively. Kara never wanted to be possessed. She never wanted to be owned, as though she were a piece of property. So she called Lee’s name as she arrived, and as soon as Baltar pulled out, she left.
Lee more than paid her back the following day.
IV. Lee Adama
They were friends first.
But there had been some awkwardness between them after Zak’s death and because, Kara thought, Lee was Zak’s older brother and her commanding officer. Still, they enjoyed an easy camaraderie, laughing and joking and exchanging barbs and pushing each other to be better. After she confessed her role in his brother’s death, things seemed ironically to become easier, as though a weight had been lifted from their shoulders. He was upset, Kara knew that much, but he would also never abandon her. After she crash-landed on a desolate moon and managed to fight her way back to Galactica in a downed Raider, torn-up knee and all, Lee was the one to sit by her bedside in life station and squeeze her hand. He was the one to support her through her rehabilitation. He was the one she began to fall in love with.
She wasn’t sure he felt the same way until Colonial Day. But his jealousy proved to her, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Lee Adama loved her. He was jealous of the way she’d gone off with Baltar. He told her as much the next day. So she dared him to prove it. And prove it he did.
Lee pulled her into a supply closet. At first Kara thought he was going to smack her, or else give her the sort of talking-to she had come to expect from her superior officers. Instead she found his lips pressed against hers, and his arms winding around her shoulders and tracing concentric circles on her back. Surprise gave way to warm prickles spreading through her body, and she was responding before she knew it. Then they both decided they were wearing too many clothes, and their flight suits lay discarded on the floor, and Kara didn’t even want to think about what might happen if they were discovered like this … but then his erect length was sliding inside of her and she forgot thinking at all.
It was quick and silent. They had to be quick and silent or else they’d be discovered. Lee thrust into her almost possessively, and Kara thought she hated being possessed but now she wasn’t so sure. She was responding, reaching down to cup his hips and guide him deeper. And he was hitting her spot, the spot she thought only Zak had ever discovered, and the tingles were in her belly now and spreading, until the warmth of her climax overwhelmed her. Kara whispered Lee’s name, and she let him know she was doing it. That was enough to drive him over the edge, and she felt a gush of warm wet spilling inside her as he managed to groan out, “Kara …”
That first time would stand out in her mind. There would be others – the times they sought one another out to relieve stress, the time he wanted her but she declined out of loyalty to another, the time he told her he loved her and she, out of fright, turned her back on him.
But their first encounter played over and over, and would not leave her.
V. Sam Anders
They were uncomplicated.
That was what drew Kara to Sam. Sam did not ask questions. Sam did not need to know about her past. Sam was not part of the crew on Galactica, so he did not see her as unattainable or attempt to put her on a pedestal. He respected her as an athlete, he loved how spirited she was, and they could laugh with each other for hours on end. He didn’t ask awkward questions or push her about the future like Lee. Sam was just there. He could offer comfort.
He could offer love.
She didn’t intend to sleep with him the night they played pyramid, but something drew her to his bed. The Resistance put her up in separate barracks, gave her a room, a change of clothes, a rack. And in the middle of the night, she awoke and crossed the small area between the buildings to the area where he slept. Sam took her in without even asking why she was there.
The next morning, was the encounter Kara would remember. She’d begun to head out, to dress for the tasks they would be completing that day. He pulled her back down, took her by the hand and began pressing soft kisses into her stomach, around her navel. She wondered briefly how he could possibly have known that this was one of her erogenous zones, and next second dismissed the question as she felt his arousal pressing her thigh.
Kara inched down her bra, smiling warmly at Sam and allowing him to pull her back onto his small bed. There was barely room enough for one person to sleep there – they’d spent the night practically piled on top of each other – and so she rode him, cupping his hips in hers and locking her legs around him until she could comfortably direct the speed and intensity of their encounter. Sam was loud, grunting every time she came down, and Kara soon copied him, moaning over and over, “Sam Sam Sam Sammy frak frak frak –” and they both arrived simultaneously, shouting the other’s name. Laughing at themselves, laughing at how quick it had been. Laughing at their mutual desire and how suddenly it had flared.
When she looked him in the eye before climbing aboard her Raptor back to Galactica, she remembered his soft gaze. When they hugged for one last time, she recalled how he had gently touched her cheek before they left his room. When she handed him her dog tags and murmured, “I’m coming back. I said it. I meant it,” against his chest, she truly did mean it, in a way she never had before.
He loved her. This was her opportunity to prove she loved him.
VI. Leoben Conoy
Leoben never laid a hand on her.
Not that she would have let him.
He tried to kiss her many times. He tried to touch her, to move his fingers softly along her cheekbone. To Kara it felt like a horrible imitation of an intimate gesture, one that she’d enjoyed from Lee and Sam and that was reserved only for them. To look at Leoben was to feel ill. The fact that he kept her in that fake apartment, in that prison, only made it worse.
When he brought Kacey to her, she panicked.
She did not panic only because Kacey was a toddler, and Kara had no experience with children – though that was certainly part of it. Her mother’s violence against her had long ago convinced Kara that she was unfit to be a parent, and that all the negative traits she had surely inherited from Socrata would be passed on. She couldn’t do that to an innocent child.
Kara panicked because for an instant – for a small, infinitesimal series of seconds – she wondered if Leoben had frakked her. She wondered if, while she was sleeping, he had unsheathed himself and penetrated her, perhaps taking advantage of the occasional intimate dreams she experienced featuring Sam or Lee.
Then, an instant later, she knew the truth to be far worse.
Author:
padme_kenobiCharacters/Pairings: Helo/Kara, Lee/Kara, Sam/Kara, Leoben/Kara (sort of)
Word Count: 1,931
Spoilers: Through S3's "Precipice."
Rating: As the title implies, this fic is deservedly rated NC-17.
Summary: Five relationships. Five men. Each one of them meant something different.
Author's Notes: Written for the
fanfic50 prompt #038 Together. This idea, the second in a long line of plotbunnies that I'm currently trying to placate, has its roots in my desire (no pun intended) to study the men with whom Kara had an intimate relationship, and to do some extrapolating and guessing where some of those relationships are concerned. The title came to me first, and from there it was a matter of thinking, "Okay, who are these people? What did she see in each of them - or not, as the case may be? What if anything did she want from them?" There are two distinctly AU bits here: first and most obviously the part with Helo, and also the encounter with Lee. However, I felt that in the context of the fic and with Kara's character, they fit.I. Karl Agathon
They lost their virginity to each other.
It was meant to be an experiment between good friends, an attempt at becoming comfortable with intimate acts before performing them on a lover. They were in flight school, both drunk, silly. Yet it wasn’t as though they hadn’t agreed to it beforehand. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t wondered aloud what making love to another might be like. This was the natural culmination of that curiosity.
The act itself was messy. Neither of them knew what they were doing, both were nervous, and it took Kara a long while to get going. She was ashamed of herself for that – after all, she prided herself on being the best at everything – and even more ashamed when she didn’t reach climax. But there was a certain amount of satisfaction in knowing that she could drive Helo over the edge, that she was at least good enough for that.
Kara was afraid their relationship would change after that. But it didn’t. They remained the same steadfast friends that they always had been, even after they graduated from flight school and a young flyboy in one of her piloting classes caught her eye.
II. Zak Adama
They were young and foolish.
He was brash and cocky, she well accustomed to her male students making passes at her and always refusing to accept their advances. But something about Zak changed Kara. He was honest enough to ask for what he wanted: a shot of ambrosia with her after class, a visit to her apartment in Delphi, and finally, an encounter in his barracks. Despite his fiery exterior, Zak was surprisingly gentle. He was vocal, too, and he taught her that it was all right to be loud. It was all right to moan as your partner slid his cock into you, to arch your hips and grind against him. It was all right to shout your partner’s name as you became hotter and hotter, and to laugh aloud when you finally arrived.
Soon they were inseparable. And Kara didn’t even hesitate when Zak asked her to marry him. It was all right to be loud. So she put on his ring, and she leapt into his arms.
Kara never took off that ring. Not after he was killed in an accident – an accident that was her fault. Not after the Cylon attack destroyed everything else she knew.
Not after she started frakking other men. Including his brother.
III. Gaius Baltar
Baltar was a one-night stand.
Kara couldn’t ever think of them as a couple, not even after waking up the morning after frakking the Vice-President of the fleet, complete with one hell of a hangover. The man disgusted her. He exuded a slimy self-importance that she found repulsive. She wasn’t ever sure what possessed Laura Roslin to appoint Baltar her VP. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
He came at her during the Colonial Day celebrations, charm on full-force. She was drunk; she couldn’t remember how many glasses of ambrosia she’d consumed. Kara had just finished dancing with Lee Adama, and was sure he’d ask her back to his rack. Lee’d been giving her the eye for months, and she returned the favour by wearing a blue, cleavage-revealing dress with which she hoped to catch his attention. She tried to flirt with him as much as possible while they danced. But after the song ended, and Lee went over to dance with Anastasia Dualla, Kara knew she wouldn’t be getting an invitation that night.
She had a vindictive streak. That was what the encounter with Baltar was all about. Kara made sure to match him flirt for flirt, and when he suggested they retire to a more private place, she made sure Lee saw her leaving with Baltar. She didn’t miss the quick jealousy that flitted across his face – in fact, she reveled in it.
The frak itself was okay. Baltar was energetic enough, passionate enough. But here as well he showed how self-centred he was: he barely lasted five minutes, and he looked as her hungrily, possessively. Kara never wanted to be possessed. She never wanted to be owned, as though she were a piece of property. So she called Lee’s name as she arrived, and as soon as Baltar pulled out, she left.
Lee more than paid her back the following day.
IV. Lee Adama
They were friends first.
But there had been some awkwardness between them after Zak’s death and because, Kara thought, Lee was Zak’s older brother and her commanding officer. Still, they enjoyed an easy camaraderie, laughing and joking and exchanging barbs and pushing each other to be better. After she confessed her role in his brother’s death, things seemed ironically to become easier, as though a weight had been lifted from their shoulders. He was upset, Kara knew that much, but he would also never abandon her. After she crash-landed on a desolate moon and managed to fight her way back to Galactica in a downed Raider, torn-up knee and all, Lee was the one to sit by her bedside in life station and squeeze her hand. He was the one to support her through her rehabilitation. He was the one she began to fall in love with.
She wasn’t sure he felt the same way until Colonial Day. But his jealousy proved to her, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Lee Adama loved her. He was jealous of the way she’d gone off with Baltar. He told her as much the next day. So she dared him to prove it. And prove it he did.
Lee pulled her into a supply closet. At first Kara thought he was going to smack her, or else give her the sort of talking-to she had come to expect from her superior officers. Instead she found his lips pressed against hers, and his arms winding around her shoulders and tracing concentric circles on her back. Surprise gave way to warm prickles spreading through her body, and she was responding before she knew it. Then they both decided they were wearing too many clothes, and their flight suits lay discarded on the floor, and Kara didn’t even want to think about what might happen if they were discovered like this … but then his erect length was sliding inside of her and she forgot thinking at all.
It was quick and silent. They had to be quick and silent or else they’d be discovered. Lee thrust into her almost possessively, and Kara thought she hated being possessed but now she wasn’t so sure. She was responding, reaching down to cup his hips and guide him deeper. And he was hitting her spot, the spot she thought only Zak had ever discovered, and the tingles were in her belly now and spreading, until the warmth of her climax overwhelmed her. Kara whispered Lee’s name, and she let him know she was doing it. That was enough to drive him over the edge, and she felt a gush of warm wet spilling inside her as he managed to groan out, “Kara …”
That first time would stand out in her mind. There would be others – the times they sought one another out to relieve stress, the time he wanted her but she declined out of loyalty to another, the time he told her he loved her and she, out of fright, turned her back on him.
But their first encounter played over and over, and would not leave her.
V. Sam Anders
They were uncomplicated.
That was what drew Kara to Sam. Sam did not ask questions. Sam did not need to know about her past. Sam was not part of the crew on Galactica, so he did not see her as unattainable or attempt to put her on a pedestal. He respected her as an athlete, he loved how spirited she was, and they could laugh with each other for hours on end. He didn’t ask awkward questions or push her about the future like Lee. Sam was just there. He could offer comfort.
He could offer love.
She didn’t intend to sleep with him the night they played pyramid, but something drew her to his bed. The Resistance put her up in separate barracks, gave her a room, a change of clothes, a rack. And in the middle of the night, she awoke and crossed the small area between the buildings to the area where he slept. Sam took her in without even asking why she was there.
The next morning, was the encounter Kara would remember. She’d begun to head out, to dress for the tasks they would be completing that day. He pulled her back down, took her by the hand and began pressing soft kisses into her stomach, around her navel. She wondered briefly how he could possibly have known that this was one of her erogenous zones, and next second dismissed the question as she felt his arousal pressing her thigh.
Kara inched down her bra, smiling warmly at Sam and allowing him to pull her back onto his small bed. There was barely room enough for one person to sleep there – they’d spent the night practically piled on top of each other – and so she rode him, cupping his hips in hers and locking her legs around him until she could comfortably direct the speed and intensity of their encounter. Sam was loud, grunting every time she came down, and Kara soon copied him, moaning over and over, “Sam Sam Sam Sammy frak frak frak –” and they both arrived simultaneously, shouting the other’s name. Laughing at themselves, laughing at how quick it had been. Laughing at their mutual desire and how suddenly it had flared.
When she looked him in the eye before climbing aboard her Raptor back to Galactica, she remembered his soft gaze. When they hugged for one last time, she recalled how he had gently touched her cheek before they left his room. When she handed him her dog tags and murmured, “I’m coming back. I said it. I meant it,” against his chest, she truly did mean it, in a way she never had before.
He loved her. This was her opportunity to prove she loved him.
VI. Leoben Conoy
Leoben never laid a hand on her.
Not that she would have let him.
He tried to kiss her many times. He tried to touch her, to move his fingers softly along her cheekbone. To Kara it felt like a horrible imitation of an intimate gesture, one that she’d enjoyed from Lee and Sam and that was reserved only for them. To look at Leoben was to feel ill. The fact that he kept her in that fake apartment, in that prison, only made it worse.
When he brought Kacey to her, she panicked.
She did not panic only because Kacey was a toddler, and Kara had no experience with children – though that was certainly part of it. Her mother’s violence against her had long ago convinced Kara that she was unfit to be a parent, and that all the negative traits she had surely inherited from Socrata would be passed on. She couldn’t do that to an innocent child.
Kara panicked because for an instant – for a small, infinitesimal series of seconds – she wondered if Leoben had frakked her. She wondered if, while she was sleeping, he had unsheathed himself and penetrated her, perhaps taking advantage of the occasional intimate dreams she experienced featuring Sam or Lee.
Then, an instant later, she knew the truth to be far worse.