Portraits of a Marriage – First Watercolors

Lee Adama decided there were worse ways to work out one's marital issues than having your wife giving head in the middle of a forest, in the open, during a rainstorm. It seemed fitting, in a way; the issues and eruptions between them were nothing short of elemental. So it seemed appropriate they work them out while nature itself hammered down upon them.

Not that Lee was a passive party to it. He'd even, foolishly, tried protesting when his wife suddenly turned on him with that particular look in er eye. "Kara…"

"Shut. Up." Her hands were suddenly on him, undoing his belt with practiced ease and pulling him free of his pants. The frigid air was a better stimulant than a hundred hours aboard The Rising Star. Lee wasn't sure he'd ever been this hard in his life, up to and including their wedding night on Tauron.

Kara's hands – those damnable, exquisite, knowing hands – glided over him, feeling as if they were searing the foreskin off. Her eyes pinned his all the while, holding him as surely as her fingers worked their usual magic on his flesh. Gods he'd missed this for the last...month? Had it really been that long since Kara, out of the blue, decided to up and desert her post?

Except she hadn't really deserted, had she? No, she'd gone and brought them here, to Kobol. Granted it had taken a minor mutiny and a Centurion boarding party to get his father and Roslin talking again. If only finding their way back to the rest of their little expedition now were as easy...

Kara vanishing from his LOS, his cockhead sliding past her generous lips, and that oh-so-accomplished tongue danced and slid across the underside of his length...all these things happening in such rapid succession Lee was quickly hard pressed (so to speak) to be able to even think of anything beyond those lips and that tongue on him.

Normally, these encounters of theirs were quicker, sharper. Time constraints were always against them, so they always finished up fast and got their asses back into the fire faster still. Their 'honeymoon', the occasions he was planetside, that comfortable cot they shared the day of the attacks; those softer times were long in the past, and Hades was ever lurking around the corner to claim either or both of them. So they hurried through their precious moments of intimacy, treasuring them as only they could.

At least, that's how it normally went. Today, however, Kara Thrace was carefully and deliberately tasting, nibbling, caressing his now-steel-hard shaft seemingly without a thought about time or place. Lee knew he should be shivering half out of his skin…yet he felt not the slightest chill either on skin or in his bones. If anything, he was sure he was starting to sweat. "Gods…Karaaaa…" he moaned.

Kara's hands running over his ass, those hands quickly coming around to cup and handle and tug on his balls, were enough to silence him again. Lee felt his eyes drift shut as her tongue and teeth laid claim to him. She was clearly determined to make this last.

Lee Adama prided himself, with good reason, on having great self-control…save when it came to his wife. His own hands were no longer idle, his fingers threading their way through her damp hair, only to soon grab loose handfuls of it and urge her on. His hips got into the act, jerking in time with her tongues movements up and down and along him. That control, so intrinsic to him, was replaced with something equally intrinsic, equally strong and demanding.

He felt rather than heard the moan that rumbled through Kara's form when he pulled her head forward, his own head scraping the back of her throat, his pubes brushing her nose. She inhaled deeply, issuing another groan shaking him to his core and damn near causing him to cum right there! "No…no…" he ground out between clenched teeth.

His wife appeared to have different ideas, and renewed her assault. She used her teeth to scrape oh-so-lightly across him, and her cheeks to create such suction Lee was certain he would be pulled off his frakking feet! Kara moved, head dipping rhythmically, steadily, knowing full well the kind of agony she was inflicting…and carrying on, steadily, rhythmically. Lee's knees started to tremble and…

"Frak!" he groaned. There was no way to stop as he emptied himself into her waiting mouth. She swallowed him whole, holding him still and in place. They remained that way for a good many minutes, their breaths coming synchronized if a tad ragged.

Kara recovered first, although she appeared unsteady on her feet and a tad unbalanced; he hoped this little…whatever it had been…hadn't frakked up her knee again.

She regarded him coolly, even critically, and said "Lets find a cave or something."

"Good…good idea."

"Yeah. I wanna get outta these wet things and…warm up." She smiled that dangerous smile, chin dipping a little, looking almost shy as she asked "Don't you?"

Now it was her turn to tremble before Lee's answering grin, sharp and dangerous in its own way. He said nothing as he took her offered hand, and they went in search for shelter from the storms surrounding them.

And once they found it, well, the gods would hear plenty from both of them.

Fin.