The usual spiel. Thanks to the Porn!Battle crew for getting me off my arse to write some more. Enjoy.


Study in Red.

Lee had been avoiding her since that mess with the Guardian's basestar, making sure they were never alone in the same room at the same time. Kara had put up with this for ten days, her patience at end by the eleventh, and her plan of attack ready by the twelfth. The last was simple: as soon as she laid eyes on him, she'd pull Lee into the nearest closet space, dog the hatch behind them, and proceed to frak him until he actually talked to her. Or they died of exhaustion and starvation, whichever came first (so to speak). She'd done enough reading to know it was theoretically possible to frak someone to death.

It was either do all that or she'd end up shooting him somewhere non-terminal, and she doubted she was up to taking over Pegasus if it came to that.

The plan crystallized while she showered that morning, only to have her aforementioned husband wreck it by appearing out of thin air and grab her arms as she exited the head. He pressed her against the wall, lips mashing into hers and his sandpaper chin certain to leave scars along hers. It had been awhile, but not so long that the feel of his hands and lips on her didn't undo whatever resistance she might have mounted.

Her towel vanished and his knee was between her thighs, pressing upwards with clear intent. Kara was sure the fabric was soaked completely through after just a few seconds; she didn't 'squirt', but damned if this Alpha Male crap didn't leave her wetter than ever.

She groaned into his mouth as his hands ran up and down her arms, shoulders, back, sides, ultimately resting on her ass. He kneaded her cheeks, digging his nails in as if clinging to her. It was a familiar sensation for her, one she'd long missed and which had her clinging to him as well.

Less familiar was how he suddenly pulled completely away, wrapped both hands around her left arm and threw her across the room. Too shocked to control her trajectory, Kara landed on their bed in a confused heap. Lee was there before she could gather herself, pulling her about so she was on her hands and knees and facing away from him. There was the sound of a zipper being undone, and she instantly realized what was happening and what was coming. She could even see why Lee was clearly bent on taking it to its logical, absurd end.

He evidentially had forgotten that while he was the superior strategist, she was the better tactician, ready to adapt to any line of attack he might mount. Plus which he'd never really gotten just how frakking desperate she was, had always been, for him. Even now, in the depths of his madness, she'd take him however she could.

Hence her widening her stance and using both hands to open herself to him. She relaxed as much as possible, but even so his entry into her was…brutal, eliciting a moan that was equal parts pain and joy. And that was just the first thrust. The ones that followed were no less forceful. At least he settled for his usual entrance; the way he was, she wouldn't have been surprised if he'd chosen her ass this time. They hadn't experimented that much and past experiences there had been…unpleasant.

Ugly scenes flashed in her mind, memories from those years before Tauron, when she'd traded her body so easily. But it was different now, Lee's presence alone making it so, his cock driving into her enough to mute the shame of those memories. She met him thrust for thrust, taking him as deep as she could, then squeezing a hair more depth out of it. Her reward was hearing Lee's own groan and feel his shudder; a fair exchange for the small pains he caused.

His breathing quickly began hitched, a telltale sign he'd reached his peak. No surprise she'd reached her own the same instant, and Kara quickly reached around behind her, grabbing his shaking arms and wrapping them around her. She wouldn't let him go. She'd let him get too far away as is, and in a moment of revelation resolved to reverse that course. Hence her enduring something that normally would have had her promising murder.

The choked cry from her husband, his control broken and fury spent, made it worth it. He emptied himself deep into her, even as she very nearly lost her grip on Lee's arms. He might well have escaped her, and that thought alone was enough to have her rallying. Having the buttons of his jacket biting into her back helping focus her past her own mind-blowing, ear-popping, eye-rolling orgasm, fresh anger at his shifting behind her quickly clearing her head.

Kara pulled away, digging her nails into his arm so he'd have a time if he tried the same. She growled as she did because he hadn't really softened yet, and him pulling out of her wasn't her favorite sensation. This displeasure was quickly directed onto the nearly-recovered Lee himself. She bunched up the fabric of his jacket in both hands and threw him onto the bed. Straddling his hips, Kara let go of his jacket and instead grabbed fistfuls of his hair and gave him a hard shake.

"Talk to me!" she ground out, noticing only then the tears leaking from his eyes. Oh frakking perfect, she thought as her own breath started to hitch. The one thing in all creation sure to make me break down into tears myself. "Damn you, Lee…"

"I…"

"Talk to me!"

"I…I…killed you…"

"Lee…"

"I ordered…you…"

"Gods, Lee!" Kara felt a burn of shame, realizing how she should have seen this one coming. Of course he'd think this way, of course he'd drive himself nuts with guilt that wasn't his to begin with, of course he'd try to drive her off like this. As if attacking her would do anything other than make her dig in and fight back, harder.

Looking down at him, she saw the tremor in his lower lip, and how his eyes drifted shut under her withering stare. "I'll…I'll call security." Kara didn't need to ask what he meant; the gallows tone of the words said enough. He apparently expected her to agree with his proposed professional suicide, to move off him and let him call the dogs down on himself.

They'd been married for five years now and he still didn't get it. She sighed again. Of course he doesn't get it. You never told him. It had been a deliberate oversight, an omission to protect…protect who? Herself? Him? Both of them? Frak, hadn't they already seen each other at their worst? How could something so long ago, so distant, so irrelevant still hang between them without even being known?

Kara shifted slightly, suddenly remembering she was nude and he wasn't. Thankfully his pants and shorts were still down around his ankles, and better still, he was slow as ever in deflating. She scooted herself back a span, then sat down atop him again. The feel of his partial erection against her cunt was enough to get her wet again, and she could feel him start to harden to the proper consistency again.

Infinitely more gratifying however was his low growl of pain and pleasure. His eyes snapped open and met hers dead-on. There was anger there, that fire that ever flickered and licked in his gaze on her, leading Kara to silently rejoice. None of this could be heard in the low, deadly voice with which she said "You don't get away that easy, Adama."

"I just…"

"You just what? Raped me?" Lee flinched at her hitting the mark so easily. Kara swallowed, but refused to falter. "I've been…raped…before, Lee. I know the difference."

He was staring at her now, those fire-eyes dimming slightly. "What?"

"I'm not going to repeat myself," she informed him, instead reaching behind her and taking his scrotum in her hand, giving it a gentle-if-deliberate squeeze. "But I know this wasn't rape. It was my husband acting like a frakking idiot. Again!" This word was accompanied by another squeeze, one just slightly harder and longer this time, eliciting a pained wince from Lee.

"Kara…" he breathed as she released him, cradling his balls in her hand for a moment before leaning over him. She put both hands on his shoulders and fixed him with a look that dared him to turn away.

"You're my husband. You're my commanding officer. You're going to give orders that put me in danger, maybe even get me killed. You're going to do that because that's your frakking job, Sir." She leaned in closer. "But guess what: I'm alive. And I'm sitting on top of you." For emphasis, she moved her hips, coating his stiffness with her juices. He shuddered and shook under her ministrations, his cock flexing under her, almost jumping like a roasting bean on the pan. Left to its own devices, she was sure it would find its way back into.

She smiled down at her husband, who was clearly beginning to sweat from the build-up. "I can think of much better things we could be doing with our time here." As a final measure of her cruel mercy, she settled her entire weight on her husband's hips. Keeping her own balance was a bit of a trick given there was a steel-solid cock pressing into her most sensitive of places. Her focus beyond that delicious pressure was rapidly fading, but she pushed a final thought out before surrendering to it.

"I'm alive, Lee," she hissed into his ear as he sat up and wrapped solid, shaking arms about her.

"You're alive," her husband breathed into her neck. The smallest shift in position, and he was inside her again.

"You're alive," her husband whispered in awe, their movements perfectly in synch.

"You're alive…you're alive…you're alive…" her husband panted over and over, spearing into her and drinking her presence like a man dying of thirst.

"I'm alive," Kara Thrace affirmed, bringing their lips together again. There was the taste of saltwater between them now, and the feel of hands she dreamed of on her body once more. But no mere dream could capture the holy rapture of them in that moment.

The Cylons and destiny might demand her life, but there, with her husband and partner, there was the place she would forever call her own. And nothing, not even the gods themselves, could take it from her.

And when they cried out, again and again and again, it was as one voice and surely resounded in the halls of Olympus and fields of Elysium.

Fin.


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