An: This chapter gets pretty steamy and mature adult situations takes place, so if you are offended please don't continue any further...otherwise, enjoy!
Breathe, Anastasia. Just breathe...
This was the phrase that Anastasia Adema kept repeating to herself as she stormed into her sleeping quarters slamming the door behind her violently. Looking around the room, Dee was relieved to find that her husband was nowhere in sight. She wasn't sure what she would have done if she would have came back to the room to find Lee there in the mind frame that she was currently in, and she was glad that she didn't have to find out.
As she paced the length of her bedroom attempting to cool down after her confrontation with Kara Thrace, she felt completely emotional drained, but she that there was something she had to do, and it couldn't be put off any longer. In order to prevent further public humiliation and the feeding of the scuttlebutt mill aboard the ship about the deterioration of her marriage, she had placed an urgent request to the Admiral that she would be allowed to take up temporary residence in an unoccupied singles bunk room until she and Lee resolved the complicated issues that they were having. Due to the heated exchange that she had with Lee earlier, Dee truly felt that their marriage had finally been fractured beyond repair. Confronting Kara had made her realize that there wasn't anything left of her marriage that was worth fighting for. Dee knew that the time has come where she would have to make a decision concerning her marriage and while her strongest urge was to file for a divorce, she knew that she needed to think long and hard before she made any permanent decision.
Stalking to the far side corner of the room, she grabbed her luggage carrier placing it on the bed, before loading a majority of her clothing articles inside of it. Once she had finished, she stalked out of the room and made her way down the hall where her new room was just at the end of the hallway from the quarters. Slipping her card into the key slot, she turned the knob and stepped over the threshold. Walking into the room, she smiled for the first time that day as she realized that she was more then satisfied then she had expected to be at what she found. Despite their being three separate sleeping bunks in the room, she would be the only one occupying the space. She was finally getting something that she hadn't had for awhile. Solitude.
She was preparing to take curl up and take a nap when an abrupt knock on her bedroom door nearly made her jump three feet in the air. Wiping her tired, stinging eyes, she took a deep breath before heading towards the entrance of her sleeping quarters. She knew that there was only two people who knew that she was temporarily residing in that room and right now she wasn't in any mood to talk to her Gaeta or her father in law.
Opening the door, she was startled to find herself standing face to face with the last person aboard the ship that she wanted or expected to see.
"Karl!" she exclaimed genuinely surprised to see him, "What are you doing here? How did you know how to find me?"
Karl stared down at the petite lieutenant with a nervous smile.
"I saw you coming in here when I was on my way to the chow hall. The reason I dropped by is because I needed to talk to you for a second. It's important," he said somberly.
Dee shifted uncomfortably. She knew what he was there to discuss, and she wasn't emotionally stable to engage in the conversation that he was trying to have. Clearing her throat, she made an attempt to evade his prodding gaze.
"Listen, Agathon. If it's about me being late for work the other day I meant to find you and apologize about that. I know that you barely get days off where you can spend with Sharon and Hera and it's not fair that you were stuck covering my shift," she mumbled apologetically.
"It's not about that, Dee, but I think you already knew it," he said quietly.
"Oh?" she murmured shifting uncomfortably.
Seeing how the silence was becoming more awkward then comfortable, Karl cleared his throat quietly and silently mused of an different approach.
"How have you been?" he asked neutrally as he watched her face closely for any signs of deception.
As he had expected, the smile that she flashed him was forced and lacked sincerity.
"I've never been better," she lied.
"Dee, I feel that I need to clear the air between us. It's about what happened between us on Cloud Nine," he started.
Dualla felt a hot blush creep across her body at the mention of the hot and passionate kisses they had exchanged that fateful night. While the memories brought back a brief surge of desire lust, she knew that she couldn't afford to stroll down memory lane in that particular moment.
"Listen, Karl. I don't need an explanation, and you don't owe me one. Really. Everything that needed to be said that night was said," she said quickly, desperate to change the subject.
Dee already had her hands filled trying to handle her mixed emotions towards one man in her life. She didn't need her hands overflowing trying to deal with another.
"I didn't mean to say what I did that night. I thought that by convincing you that what happened between us was a mistake, it would make things easier for you," he said softly.
Dee scoffed rudely.
"What are you looking for me to say, Agathon? I never asked you to lie to protect me. You made that decision on your own. I took you at your word and moved on," she said evenly with her arms folded tightly across her chest.
"I'm sorry," he tried.
"Well guess what? It really doesn't really at this point and time now does it? You were obviously very good at being convincing, because I fell for all of your acts. Including the kiss when you said it didn't mean anything to you," she said stiffly as she turned away from him.
Karl opened his mouth to speak, but one look at Dualla's face told him that she was angry and was not receptive to hearing any excuse he had or apology he made. Sighing heavily, he began to feel like he made a mistake coming there and discussing their kiss. He had only wanted to make things right with things and reveal his true feelings for her, but she seemed to have had a change of heart since the last time they had spoken. He couldn't blame her. Not after he had told her that he thought the kiss they had shared should have never happen. He could only imagine how it had to have deeply wounded her for her to put herself out there on the line only to be rejected the way he had done her back on Cloud Nine.
"You're right, Dee. Sorry I bothered you," he mumbled quietly.
Karl knew that he should leave immediately before he made matters between them any worse, but he couldn't. The moment that he crossed over the threshold leading out of her room there would no more trying. Rooted in the spot he was standing in, he knew that he it wouldn't be possible for him to walk away from the situation and Dee when he could clearly see that she hurting deeply. If they continued to leave things between them unsaid and moved on with their separate lives, they would be forced to be stuck in their less then satisfying marriages and pretending that they were nothing more then just good friends. He gritted his teeth as he stubbornly refused to let that happen. Angry or not, Dee was going to have to do a lot better job of trying to push him away. Securing the door to the room, he turned to face her with his eyes narrowed in determination.
"Despite what you may be thinking right now, I do care about you. I care about you more then I was willing to admit to myself," he growled emotionally.
Dee stared at him evenly. She could secretly admit that she wanted nothing more then to believe Karl Agathon, but she wasn't prepared to let her guard again. Not after he told her that the kiss and the moment that they had shared over a week ago on cloud nine was wrong. When he had told her that it would be in both of their best interest to forget what had happened between them, she had not only been devastated, she had felt like a complete and utter fool. Shaking her head, she mentally decided that she was too proud to dwell on what could have been and should have been with Karl Agathon. Much like her relationship with her husband, Dee was over Karl, and she was prepared to tell him as much, when suddenly she stopped when she felt him take her hand in his.
He stared down into her eyes, his blue eyes boring into hers imploringly.
"Listen. I understand that you are angry with me, and you have every right to be. If you don't believe anything I say, just please...believe this one thing. I never meant to hurt you that night. I thought I was protecting you when I should have been honest,"
he promised desperately.
"If you were honest that night, what would have you said to me?" Dee asked softly as she stared at him with her hazel eyes boring into his steadily.
"If I was honest that night, I would have told you that the kiss meant a lot to me. When we kissed, it was the first time in a long time that I felt wanted and desired. The way you looked at me, makes me feel like you really get me. Every time I stare in your eyes, I know that this thing between us is more then a physical attraction," he murmured with desire radiating in his beautiful blue orbs.
Her soft confession left the Captain breathless. He could tell from looking in her tear stained eyes that the words that had just flowed from her lips was every bit as powerful as they were sincere.
"Really?" she asked quietly.
"Yes," he assured huskily.
She stepped closer to him with lust and hope in her eyes as she looked up at him with a soft smile on her lips.
"Prove it," she said barely above a whisper.
Her words took Karl by surprise and before she had the time to consider the consequences of her demands, Karl moved closer to her, gripping her wrists tightly in his hands as he pressed her against the wall, kissing her hungrily. Dee's eyes widened surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she sighed collapsing in his eager embrace and moaned softly with delight as his soft wet tongue gingerly explored the inside of her mouth with intense passion and desire. Moving his hand slowly, Karl gently used his fingertips to bring down her silk bra straps off of her dark shoulders revealing her small but pleasantly full breast quivering as her breathing grew shallow. His deep blue eyes bored intently into hers as he broke their kiss briefly. Starring at the flustered expression on her attractive face, he could tell that her emotions practically mirrored his own. While neither of them were completely comfortable with what they knew what they were about to happen between them, there wasn't any chance that either of them were willing to stop the progression.
Slowly pulling his brown tee from over his head along with his dog tags, he placed them on a chair in the corner of the room before silently making his way back across the room towards Dee who was sitting on the edge of her bed with an excited yet apprehensive expression shadowing her beautiful dark face. He could tell that she was nervous and a bit flustered something that Karl found completely adorable. He watched with bated breath as she flipped her dark long hair from over her shoulder before proceeding in taking off her black tank top leaving her upper torso completely bare and her very perky breast exposed for his full viewing pleasure.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured huskily before wrapping one his arms around her petite waist and gently lowering her deeper into the twin sized mattress. As he buried his face in the crook of her neck placing slow and sensual kisses against her throat, he could feel her soft moans of contentment vibrate against his lips causing him to grin wickedly.
Rolling across the sheets, both Dee and Karl could be heard groaning and gasping lustfully as they pulled and tugged off each others clothes eagerly.
"I want you to frak me. Hard," she murmured hotly in his ear causing a shiver to come dancing down his spine
A huge grin spread across Karl's lips in response to her saucy statement, but it had caused a bigger reaction between his thighs. He had never known that the reserved and quiet Dualla had a devious kinky side to her. Karl watched wide eyed as she slithered out of her pants before tossing them on the floor where they joined her shirt. He swallowed deep wanting to vocally remind her of how completely and devastating beautiful and sexy he found her, he didn't want to risk ruining the moment by talking so he remained speechless.
As Dee allowed her eyes to travel down Karl's impressive muscular frame with muscles ripping through his well toned arms, a look of intense desire radiated across her face. A blush crept across his face as he heard Dee gasp as her eyes widened delighted by the sight of what was coming awake between his thick muscular thighs. While she had lovers in the past, none could quite compare to Karl Agathon. His body seemed as if it had been carved out of a marble sculpture. She bit down on her lower lip gently as he began to lower his body down towards her slowly. Suddenly she was nervous.
Sensing her hesitation, Karl stopped and stared into her eyes concerned.
"What's wrong? Are you ok?" he asked gently.
Dee smiled sheepishly.
"I'm just waiting to see if you were preparing to change your mind again," she admitted softly.
"I think we both know that we are past the points of changing minds here," he said huskily with amusement in his voice, "You want this just as badly as you do."
The traces of arrogance and desire that she heard in his voice would have turned her off if it would have come from anyone else, but coming from the usually modest Captain made her lust heighten greatly. Seeing him so in charge and prepared and willing to dominate caused an shiver of excitement to dance down her spine.
"Maybe," she teased playfully.
He arched his left eye brow amused as a smirk spread across his lips.
"You think you can handle me? I'm not Adema," he taunted while tracing his finger lightly across her bottom lip.
His words caused Dee's eyes to lower as she stared up at her lover with a challenge hanging on the tip of her tongue.
"And I'm not Sharon," she retorted huskily, her lips mere inches from him.
"Touché'," he murmured amused before slamming his mouth against hers.
Even though he wanted nothing more then to then treat her body with love and gentleness, he could tell by the aggressiveness in her kiss that she didn't want him to make love to her. Instead the animalistic lust he saw radiating from her smoldering hazel eyes showed that she wanted something more intense, more darker. She wanted and needed to be frakked, and he was going to frak her until the point she screamed his name.
She released a soft gasp as she felt him ease into her slowly. Karl grunted in surprise as she used her strong muscular legs to flip him over so that she was straddling him. As Dee began to grind against him slowly, she stared down into his handsome face filled with pleasure as she bit down on her bottom lip seductively. Reaching up, he gently grabbed the back of her neck lowering her face down towards his so that he could kiss her. As he captured her sweet lips with his own, he reached down and firmly gripped her hips firmly pushing further inside of her.
He could see flashes of pain and pleasure washing across her face and he couldn't help but amazed by how gorgeous she looked withering with lust and desire. Unable to stop himself, he pressed his lips gently against her ear and began to whisper her name helplessly as he felt her womanhood tighten around him. As he thrust deeper into her he felt her whole body tremble as she released a rather loud cry of pleasure. Her nails dug deeper into his broad shoulder and her back arched as the weight of his passion slammed deep inside of her once more. The sound of her soft sweep whimpers excited him more and more with each passing second and with each gentle tug of his hair.
The worn grey bed sheets began to stick to their slick and sweaty flesh as they rolled across the bed playfully fighting and tugging at one another for control. As she felt his strong hands grasp her ass, she began to ride him harder and faster causing him to moan louder.
"Anastasia," he groaned quietly as he began to feel an orgasm began to build up inside of him.
The way he whispered her name was like a lover who had said the name a thousand times. It touched something very deep inside of her that she hadn't felt touched in a very long time and for that a brief second, she became terrified. In that second she was having flashbacks about her first time making love to Lee when he had called out her name in the peak of passion. She felt her terror turn into guilt, and for a moment, she considered pulling away from Karl. However the thought disappeared from her mind, as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
As Karl watched fascinated as Dee withered beneath him like an possessed passion filled nymph, he realized that what he was discovering about Anastasia was far more then he had bargained for. He couldn't deny the more he learned about Dee, the more intrigued he became. There was something completely innocent yet intoxicating about the woman. She was far more then the gentle woman she had always presented herself as. Tangling his fingers through her thick luscious black hair, he yanked back gently enjoying the soft mew that escaped her moist lips.
"You're so frakkin' gorgeous," he whispered hoarsely as their bodies rocked together in one harmonized sync.
As she tossed her head back causing her hair to fall back around his shoulder he noticed the bruise mark that had been left behind after her attack was slowly beginning to fade. The thought of her being harmed by any man including her husband made him tense, and as he stared transfixed at the vulnerable woman breathing heavily on top of him, he truly realized that she needed a savior, and he was determined to be just that. He knew that she needed someone who was going to be willing to help her heal and pick up the broken pieces of her heart. She needed him. He didn't want to scare her away by offering in that moment to be the man she so desperately wanted and needed in her life, but he felt compelled to at least assure her that she would never need to worry about being devastated ever again. Cupping her face in both of his hands, he stared up into her eyes seriously.
"I will never let anyone hurt you ever again, Anastasia. I swear," he vowed firmly as he stared deep into her eyes as he took one final plunge deep into her womanhood that had tightened almost painfully around him.
She released a broken scream filled with pure sexual satisfaction before she collapsed against him too weak to continue to support her weight on her own. Karl growled loudly as he exploded seconds later gripping her body tightly against his as he convulsed violently from pleasure. Sweat that had formed on his body fell lightly on Dualla's lithe body mingling with the sweat and moisture covering her from head to toe. Shivering lightly, she struggled to catch her breath as he held her tightly against his quivering body. For a moment Dee closed her eyes and allowed herself to bask in the glow of the incredible sexual experience she had just been through. It had been quite sometime since she had experienced such intensity and pleasure in sex.
"Frak, Dee. You feel amazing," he groaned weakly as he buried his face in the crook of her neck her
"That was quite...incredible," Dee said breathlessly as she collapsed deep into the mattress, her whole body going completely limp.
He kissed her gently on the lips feeling himself becoming sexually aroused once more. Despite wanting to stay in the bed with her and getting an encore of beautiful and hot love making session that the had ever experienced, he knew that he had to get back to work and neither of them could risk being caught together. Almost as if she was reading his mind, she pulled away from him and smiled apologetically before getting dressed. As he reached for his pants and begin to get dress as well, he knew he would have to deal with the consequences of his actions eventually, but in that moment he didn't care. All that matter was after months of painful longing and mounting desire for Dualla, he was finally where he wanted to be. He made his choice, but one fear was constantly nagging at the back of his mind. He knew where he stood, but had Dee made her decision and in the end would it fair well for either of them?
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