Feels So Right
By: LittleStrawbaby
Rating: R
Pairing: Lee/Laura
A/N: No spoilers to speak of.
The evening starts innocently enough; we have our usual meeting, dull and dry as the last, seeming to stretch into eternity. After discussing everything we'd each brought to the table, resolving what we could and promising to seek other solutions for what we couldn't, we put all paperwork aside. We scoot closer together on her sofa and I pull out a deck of cards.
With a weary smile and apologetic look, she says, "I really don't feel like playing cards tonight, Captain Apollo."
"Would you like me to go? You seem tired tonight."
"No, please don't. I enjoy your company…it's nice to feel not so alone."
She hangs her head, as if ashamed or embarrassed by the admission. It pains me that she feels she cannot voice her own fears, that for the good of the fleet, she hides behind President Roslin's mask of serenity and diplomacy, even with me.
I wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her into a half hug. She buries her face in my neck, her breaths halting and I realize she's struggling to hold herself together. Turning in to her, I pull her close, wrapping my other arm around her. At the sound of a strangled sob, I cup her head in my hand, threading my fingers through her silky auburn locks and gently urge her to let it out. I know first-hand what happens when emotions have been bottled up for too long.
Then she's looking at me, her green eyes shining, her cheeks and lashes still wet with tears…and she's never been more beautiful to me. When my lips touch hers, she offers no resistance and her body melts into mine, her hands clutching my uniform, her arms pulling my body more tightly against hers.
The urgency possessing me is alien and I tell myself it's simply been too long, but I know this is a lie. This gorgeous creature has captivated by senses from the beginning. And I can't tear my eyes from her face as she rocks above me, her head thrown back, her fingers tightly clasping mine, a fine sheen of perspiration glistening on her skin.
I'm still watching her as she comes down from her second orgasm, listening to the soft sounds she's making, all too aware that this is more than a comfort frak. When her eyes open and meet mine, I can see she knows it too, but we remain silent.
She gasps softly when I pull out of her, I can see she wasn't ready to let go of the moment. I lay on my side, facing her, my arm slung over her belly, my hand finding hers. She turns her head and kisses me softly, resting her forehead against mine.
There is nothing more to say.
The End
