A/N This chapter begins the decent into R and most probably NC-17 territory. I had intended to get this all into one chapter, but it just didn't work out that way. I'm wordy, what can I say? Please keep the reviews coming in!! They inspire me to hurry the frak up!!! Enjoy.
The last time they had found themselves in a situation like this it started out as a game. She had been playing with him, she was drunk, and instead of thinking she had relied on instinct. Her instincts were telling her right now that this was what she was meant to be here for. This was precisely the sort of moment she had been brought back for. One thing dying will give you is incredible insight. Kara went to move her arms, to wrap them around him but he wouldn't release his grip on her. She tried to twist out of his hold, but it only resulted a stuttering moment of awkward kissing.
"Stop fighting me Kara." He growled at her intensely.
"I wasn't." She looked in his eyes and saw something she had never seen before at least around her, control. She had seen it on the flight deck and had heard it in his voice when he was in his viper. She heard it when he was in the Ready Room (not initially, but it eventually came to him). He had never been able to muster it up in her presence in circumstances like this. The indulgent child within her wanted to rile him up and see how far he'd take it; did Lee Adama have the courage of his convictions?
He slid his hands down her arms to her wrists. His intention wasn't to hurt her, or scare her, but to show her who lurked beneath his surface. He knew she had a monster in her, hell, everyone knew that. What she didn't know is that inside of him, a similar creature dwelled. Chief's Engine Room Wine made it harder to control himself, especially around the one person who could simultaneously irritate the hell out of him and still kill him with a smile. That night on New Caprica she had called the shots, and he had seen how well that ended for him. Even when they were having their fun, she had the control and she used it on the algae planet to once again keep him in line. He wasn't Samuel Anders, he wasn't the kind of guy who would take that kind of treatment over and over and over again. He wasn't a frakking machine and it was about time she saw that.
"You stay right there." When he said it she knew he wasn't frakking around, still she had to stop herself from making some Starbuck comment about not needing obedience training.
Lee rummaged through the pack Helo had given him. He had never been an infantry man so he had no idea what the contents would be. Finally he came upon two wool blankets packed at the very bottom of the pack. He laid one down and set the other to the side.
"Sit."
"Is that an order sir?" She mocked.
"I am a former commander, and was Commander in Chief too." With his arms crossed over his chest, he smiled, it was devilish, but it still made her feel like she was still with her Lee. She walked, no, stumbled slightly over to the blanket and plopped down. There was little by means of elegance in her moves.
"Now what?" She asked with a smile and a slight wink.
"Now you shut up for once," he said as he kneeled next to her, "and let me take point on this one Lieutenant."
He was agile, how, he so quickly pinned her down she would never know. He held her hands above her body. He was the cat to Sam's dog. Everyone knows you don't piss off a cat on purpose. She didn't fight him; she knew she was done fighting him for a long time.
He slid his body down hers at full length, and as he slid back up to her mouth he kissed her. It took all the breath she had left in her. He wanted to mark her as his own. A tiny moan escaped as his tongue slowly slid between her lips. He could feel her resistance breaking down, he felt her succumb to him. He was either this imposing or she really wanted him to take her, it didn't matter either way. He explored her mouth at will and she let him. She wanted so badly to touch his face, to thread her fingers through his hair, to pull his neck into her, she tried once, but he held her steadfastly in place. Lee was having his way, and she was enjoying his way.
The pressure of his mouth on hers was intense. She could feel his heart pounding away above her as their kissing became more erratic, desperate. They were both reclaiming something that had been just beyond their grasp. She sucked on his bottom lip grazing it just slightly with her teeth eliciting a growl from within him. Surprisingly she could feel him hardening, she had barely touched him, she couldn't even get that great of an angle on him the way she was laying.
She moved beneath him, to spread her legs and let his nestle between them. They were pawing and grinding away at each other like teenagers. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his thighs giving her the chance to raise her hips to meet him. Finally Lee broke the kiss and started running his mouth down her neck. When he found where her pulse was strongest he bit her. Not hard enough to make a mark, but hard enough to make her breath catch in her throat. His tongue ran over the spot and he felt her arching her neck into it. His nose brushed her ear slightly and it sent tingles down her spine. Every touch between them made her feel more and more alive. An arm wrapped beneath her arching back and he pulled her into him. "Kara" he said as rose to his knees. She shifted slightly so he could cross his legs beneath her. He slid his hands up her arms, and moved to push her coat off her shoulders. He kissed the lone exposed collarbone, and she ground into him. It might be cold on this planet, but he would have Kara Thrace naked or not at all. While she shrugged out of the coat, he did the same.
If he could have eaten her with his eyes, she was pretty sure she wouldn't be there anymore. She knew exactly where this was going to end up, so she saved him the trouble and removed her tanks and what sufficed for a bra. She reached up to start undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. While Kara had always found a man in uniform sexy, she actually thought Lee in a suit was one of the hottest things she had seen. Her fingers moved deftly from button to button. If they had been on the ship she would have just ripped them off and let laundry service deal with them, but they were out in the wilds, and she didn't feel like looking for buttons in the morning. Beneath them he wore his standard issue military tanks. Once a soldier always a soldier, so he was in uniform after all she thought. She ran her hands up his sides until he pulled the bottom hem up and over his head.
Once she was topless he took a moment just to look down and see her, she arched her back slightly, putting her hands on the earth behind her, exposing herself fully to him. She was magnificent, muscular but she still retained a feminine softness. There were curves and silken skin, and two perfect breasts topped with small pink nipples. Her chest was heaving from the activity and he couldn't be sure if it was the chill or her arousal that had her nipples rock hard. In the end it didn't matter. While he ran his hands from her navel up to her breasts he looked into her hazel eyes until they closed as his hands did around her breasts.
Leaning back and looking at his bare chest, she was thankful she missed seeing Apollo's fat stage, because she wasn't sure if that was something she could scrub from her mind easily. Her eyes closed on their own when he grabbed her. She slowly pulled herself back toward him, rolling her hips into him and her hands moved easily up his strong arms to his shoulders. She could feel them flex and move beneath her hands as he rolled each nipple between his fingers, she lolled her head back and groaned under the feeling of it. Quickly she grabbed his neck and pulled him hard onto her mouth. She mauled him like she had once in the pilot's quarters. She wanted to melt her body into his; she wanted him to smother her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, pulling him as close to her as she could.
