Disclaimer: Not my peeps, but if they were, I'd make them do this all the time.
Rating – M – fluffy, gooey, marshmallow smut!
A/N – My other story is pretty dang dark. I needed something to pick me up, so here it is. Enjoy. For the C2! Woo hoo!
One Thousand Poets
Kara is sitting in the back row during the briefing, doing her very best to distract him from the task at hand. Explaining how the vipers were being fitted with new fuel filters becomes increasingly difficult as he watched her slowly molest a shiny red lollipop, swirling her tongue over the sphere, winking when he makes eye contact. He feels a blush creep up his chest. He coughs and regains control. He begins discussing the next day's CAP. He looks up towards her again and instantly regrets it. Lollipop discarded, she is now slowly pulling the zipper of her flight suit down, revealing nothing but an expanse of beautiful, milky white skin. She licks her index finger and runs it down from her breastbone to her navel, all the while looking him in the eye. She pulls the left side of her suit open enough to reveal a hint of her perfect, creamy breast. He leans over the podium quickly, trying to appear natural but desperate to hide the reaction his body is having. When she begins rolling the lollipop over her left nipple, leaving a trail of the same red that stains her swollen lips, he thinks he might have to go up there right this very moment and ravish her.
Instead, he gets a little revenge.
"So, Starbuck. What do you think of the roster for tomorrow?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. She drops the lollipop, eyes suddenly wide. She scrambles to zip her suit back up, nearly falling off of her chair as the rest of the pilots turn in their seats to look at her. Flustered, she mumbles something like "grouper" and nods affirmatively. When the group turns back towards front she shoots him a look.
He dismisses the group after a few details for the good of the order. Kara waits for him at the door.
"Delightful briefing, Captain. I think Hotdog saw my boob." She gives him a playful slap on his very firm ass.
"Then it's safe to assume he's on his way to the privacy of his bunk." He laughs. "Meet me in the observation lounge in twenty minutes, so we can finish what you started." He leans over and lightly kisses the curve of her ear, then turns on his heal and walks away.
When he turns the corner and out of eyesight, she bolts for quarters. After a quick shower she smoothes on lotion won from Ellen Tigh, the world's most gullible Triad player, and inhales the heady scent of jasmine and Caprican rose. Digging in her locker, she finds a pair of black trousers and a worn sage green camisole. She pulls on her boots, cursing the lack of decent footwear in the post apocalyptic world, and hurries towards the lounge.
He is waiting for her. The lounge is empty as he leads her in.
"It's all ours. For the next five hours." He says with a smile. "I had to pick up about a months worth of KP, but for now, we're alone." He pushes a button, and music fills the room. "I think you'd better come kiss me now."
She complies, wrapping her arms around his neck and covering his mouth with hers. She kisses him deeply, feeling the rest of the world fall away. Feeling his gentle lips on hers, his teeth lightly pulling on her lower lip, his breath on her face, she is lost in him. Kissing a line from the corner of his mouth up the strong outline of his jaw, she whispers, "I love you, Lee Adama."
"I love you, too."
His hand finds the curve of her breast and uses his thumb to caress the hardening nipple under the silky fabric. His mouth moves along her neck and across her shoulder, nuzzling, kissing, teasing with his tongue. She runs her fingers through his hair, the heat of his touch and kiss spreading an electric current over her skin. His mouth finds hers again as his hands slide down her sides until they reach the hem of her camisole. He slips it over her head and lets it drop to the ground.
He covers her exposed skin with kisses, exploring every curve, every line. Each inch of her is a museum for his senses. With the luxury of time he wants to memorize every second of contact, wants to savor this moment of time for eternity. His mouth takes her left nipple, the one she taunted him with so lusciously earlier. He strokes the hardness with his soft tongue until she moans softly. He moves to her right breast and works to elicit the same response; she rewards him with a soft cry of his name. Her hands move to his tanks and she deftly removed them. She presses into him, relishing the tingle she gets when her naked flesh makes contact with his chest. She moves her hands along the sinewy muscle of his back, feeling the power beneath his skin. She pulls away to look at him.
"The son of Zeus was blessed with the strength and beauty of a god, and the heart and soul of a man." She quoted the well-known scripture to him, pausing to lay a kiss on his chest, above his heart. "Damn straight." She grins up at him and unlatched and removes his belt in one quick movement. Tossing it to the side she moves to the buttons and zipper of his pants and makes quick work of them as well. Soon he is standing before her with nothing but an erection and a large grin. She moves in to kiss him, and then slides down his body, deliciously rubbing his hardness against her flesh as she moves down. She lightly kisses his stomach, then moves lower, down the lines of his torso. He can feel her breath on him, teasing him as she kisses all around his cock. She starts to kiss the base of his shaft; light kisses with a tantalizing flick of her tongue. She moves up and he is nearly exploding from the pleasure of her warm mouth on him. As she reaches the top she takes his head into her mouth. With her tongue pressed against the underside, she pushes his tip into the roof of her mouth. The friction nearly blinds him as she moves her tongue rapidly to rub him against the wet, firm flesh of her palate. Teeth graze his shaft and he thinks he can hardly take another second when she cups his sac and begins massaging him. Her finger finds the soft, sensitive skin behind his testicles and begins to rub deeply. Soon she has coordinated hand and mouth and she brings him to the brink as if she is playing him like an exotic Sagittarian symphony. Seconds before he explodes he brings her face to his and kisses her intensely.
"Like that, did you?" She laughs and lightly kisses his ear.
"You have no idea." He moves his hands to the waistband of her pants. "I think these are becoming an obstacle." He undoes the clasp then slides them over her hips. She kicks off her boots and steps out of her trousers. The starlight from the observation window hits her skin and his breath is gone. One thousand of the finest poets could not describe the beauty of the woman before him. He thanks the gods every day that she even looks at him, let alone loves him. "My turn."
He lifts her into his arms and carries her to a sofa with the best view of the window. He lays her down gently and begins covering her face with light, delicate kisses. Their eyes meet, just inches apart, and he feels himself fall in love with her again and again. Here in his arms she is so open, so vulnerable. He knows this is the Kara only he sees, and he is awed. His lips move to her neck, the perfect line between her breasts, over her stomach and towards her center. He parts her with his finger and she shivers. He traces the edges of her and is met with a burst of wetness that makes her glisten under his hand. His thumb finds her clit and presses gently and his finger eases into her. She cries his name and digs her heals into the leather of the sofa. Slowly, deliberately he brings her closer, stroking, probing her until she quivers under his touch. Leaving his finger inside of her, he replaces his thumb with his mouth. Stroking the mound of nerves with his tongue, he feels her press into him, hips rocking back and forth slowly. He takes her clit in his teeth, applying just the slightest pressure. He feels the flutter deep inside her as her body begins to tense.
"Oh Lee, gods please, Lee, lee, leeleelee. Gods yes." She grinds into him, arches, and then collapses onto the sofa. Her eyes flutter open. "I love you so frakking much." With a shift, she flips him onto his back and straddles him. She leans toward him, and then lays the full length of her body along his. Smoothly, in rhythm with the music coming over the speakers, she rubs up and down him. She rises again to her knees, and then slowly lowers herself onto him. He feels her surround him and lets out a gasp of pleasure. He takes her hand and intertwines his fingers with hers. She begins to rock faster and they are one flesh, each with no beginning and no end. When they are joined it is as if they were always meant to be together like this. Seamlessly they rise together, building to their climax and then it is there. Silent and deafening, fierce and gentle they break together, in a frenzy of limbs and sweat and passion.
She falls onto him, panting. "Wow."
"Kara?" He knows this is the right time. He never would be brave enough to do it otherwise.
"Hmmm?" She curls against him like a cat.
"Will you marry me?"
"I thought you'd never ask."