Rating – M, for smut, adult situations
Disclaimer – I didn't create the characters, so don't sue me. You know what they say about blood from a turnip….
A/N – I need to reformat chapter 2 – no lines to separate scenes, which is a might confusing. This is the final chapter, please enjoy.
To the reviewers:
Adafrog – thanks! Hot and sweet works for me.
Aleja21 – You asked for it, you got it. I couldn't walk away from this story – plus I'm a little blocked on my other one.
Abelard – Abelard and Heloise, yes? What a great parallel to Lee/Kara…. Thanks so much for the nice words! Hope the smut in chapter three makes you happy.
Nytel – That green shirt! I did get rid of it fast, didn't I? I'm such a hussy…
CC14 – Thanks! I can't get enough L/K either. There is some great stuff here!
Miriam – Okay, here's some more.
Midnightair – I'm glad you liked it! I was worried about seeming a bit glib, but I think the humor works out okay.
Aleja21, pt 2 – Smoosh is what I live for, when I'm not all angsty.
Nytel, pt2 – Me too! I had to go back to them. Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them. I'm not used to sharing my writing this freely – reviews like yours help make it a really positive experience.
Adafrog, pt 2 – I'm tickled you like it. All hail fluffernutter stories!
Tracy123 – Aw, you're too sweet! Glad you liked it!
Where we left off – Lee, Kara, Roslin and Adama have shuttled off for a private wedding before the big shindig on the Cloud Nine. We'll join them there…
Chapter Three
Lee's voice is shaking as he makes his promise to Kara. He can't believe he's here, in this moment, standing so close to the woman who is his reason for rolling out of his bunk every morning. She is glowing in the soft candlelight, and he is sure she has never been more beautiful.
"Kara, you are my salvation. I can't imagine anything I've done in my life that even hints I am worthy of the love you give to me. I am in awe of your strength, your grace, your wisdom. Every breath I draw is sweeter and every step I take is lighter because you deign to love me."
Kara feels her eyes well up and she lets the tears flow unashamed. She blinks and notices both the president and the commander grinning like idiots and allowing their own tears to run down their cheeks. She has never felt joy like this moment.
"So, if you'll let me," Lee continues looking deeply into his bride's eyes, pulling strength from her. "I promise to adore you for the rest of my life. I will protect your heart, nourish your soul and free your spirit. You are my partner on this journey, and we walk a path that is blessed by the gods. Together, we are whole. So say I." He reaches back to his father, who pulls the heirloom ring from his breast pocket. Kara's eyes twinkle a bit, and she raises an eyebrow at both of the Adama men.
"This ring was my grandmother's." Lee takes her right hand, and slides the delicate ring onto her thumb. "See this little star?" Kara looks down and sees the tiny shape engraved in one of the bands. "You are the brightest star in the universe. I know no matter where I am; I can find you and follow you home. This ring is my promise, and it binds our souls."
"So say we all," the group chants.
"Kara Circe Thrace, are you prepared to make your promise to this soul?"
"I am." She takes a deep breath, looks at Lee and tries to begin. Her voice catches in her throat and a fresh tear runs down the trail on her cheek. She clears her throat and begins again. "Lee, I love you so much. I was lost, before you. You filled a part of me I didn't even know I was missing. You are a gift from the gods. You saved me." She squeezes his hand and sees that he is crying as freely as she is. She smiles and takes a deep, shuddering breath. "I will protect your heart, nourish your soul and free your spirit. You are my partner on this journey and we walk a path that is blessed by the gods. Together we are whole. So say I." She looks at Laura, who hands her a small box.
"I have a little surprise, too." She opens the box and pulls out a ring. "The chief made it from a bit of scrap from our vipers." She grins shyly. She slips the ring on his thumb and brings his hand to her mouth for a kiss. "This ring is my promise, and it binds our souls."
"So say we all."
"Your souls are now sealed."
Lee takes her face in his hands and presses his lips to hers. Their tears mingle on damp cheeks as she wraps her arms around his back. He pulls back, and then rests his forehead against hers. "I love you, Mrs. Adama."
"You'd better." She kisses him again lightly. "You're stuck with me now."
They turn and greet the two witnesses, who hastily try to disguise their own tears as they move to hug the couple.
"Zak would want this, son. I'm sure you've made him very happy today." Lee hugs his father tightly, the emotion of the day overcoming any need to keep a distance between them. Kara throws her arms around both men, and then steps back and pulls a shocked Laura into the family hug. They stay like this, clinging to each other, until the priest clears her throat.
"We should go, Dad. We all have a big day tomorrow." Lee takes Kara's hand, rubbing his thumb over her wedding ring. "We'll fly with you back to Galactica, then go on to Cloud Nine."
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"Ready?" He wiggles the room key playfully under her nose. "You're not too tired or anything are you?" He looks at her with an expression that is both teasing and a little concerned.
"If you don't open that door right now, I'm going to have my way with you up against it, so I suggest you hurry." She leans in and carefully traces the outline of his ear with her tongue, nibbling lightly on his lobe. He hastily complies, opening the door to the suite he has arranged for their honeymoon. She steps by him to enter the room and stops dead in her tracks. "Holy Frak, Lee."
The Presidential Suite on the Cloud Nine is a sight to behold. Larger than the CIC on the Galactica, and as finely appointed as any five star hotel on Caprica, the rooms feature art and architectural elements from each of the twelve colonies. The foyer they stand in is domed in stained glass, casting colorful prisms of light across the smooth, white marble floor. He takes her hand and leads her through a grand archway to the salon in front of them. They are bathed in light from the wall of windows, projecting a fairly realistic fauxscape of the Artemisian Mountains on Picon. Warm colors and soft fabrics cover the furnishings and each table holds a vase of blood red roses. A bucket of champagne and plate of chocolates sit on the center of the sofa table, and she gasps with joy when she discovers a box of Geminon cigars on the end table.
"You thought of everything," she says, grinning widely.
"This is only the beginning. I figure a fine woman such as yourself only gets one, maybe two, wedding nights in her lifetime." She punches him playfully. "This should be something to remember." He moves to uncork the champagne and pours them each a glass.
"To wedding nights!" She raises her glass to clink with his and drinks. It is sweet and tart and dances across her tongue. She closes her eyes and swallows with a smile.
"Keep your eyes closed, but open your mouth." He is standing close to her; she can feel his breath on her cheek. She complies as he pops a chocolate into her mouth. She shudders with joy as the sweet cocoa melts in her mouth, revealing a creamy caramel center.
"Ummmmmmm." She swallows the candy and licks a drop of chocolate from her lip. With her eyes still closed she feels him lean in, then he kisses her deeply. His tongue explores her mouth and his hands are in her hair. The smells of chocolate, champagne and his crisp scent fill her nostrils, as she gets lost in the sensations of the kiss. Pressing against him, she feels his heart beat against her breast. He is moaning softly as he continues to make love to her mouth with his. One hand still entwined with her blonde waves, he lets his other had slip down her back and over the silky fabric of her gown. He delights in the tremor he feels run through her as his fingers stroke along her spine. She smiles into the kiss, recognizing the warm, firm nudge at her thigh. She slides her hands down his chest, unbuttoning his jacket as she goes. When the last fastener is freed, she slides the jacket back over his shoulders and to the floor behind him, and then kisses across all the newly exposed skin of his arms and upper chest. Nuzzling into his neck, she whispers his name over and over.
He reaches for the zipper that holds on her dress and pulls firmly. The dress falls forward off of her shoulders and over her hips, exposing the soft cream of her undergarment. He cups her breasts in his hands through the lacey fabric and rubs his thumbs across her hardening nipples. She moans and leans into his touch, yearning creeping from the points of contact down to her center. Her hands fumble with his belt until it joins his jacket on the floor. As she is reaching for his fly, he takes her hands.
"Come with me." He leads her to the plush rug in front of the massive stone fireplace on the port side of the salon. With the flick of a switch, he starts a simulated fire that casts a warm glow on the room. Another flick and the lights in the room are dimmed, and the landscape out the window changes to night. He pulls her to him in another soul connecting kiss, then lowers them to the rug below. He gently rolls her to her back, and then stretches out next to her, propped on an elbow. His other hand begins stroking her breast, and then begins to trail down her stomach. She pulls in her breath as he strokes over her hip and down the outside of her thigh. Fingers trace over her knee and begin stroking the sensitive skin inside her leg. He feels her heat calling to him as his hand moves slowly, oh-so-slowly towards her center. Soon his palm is cupping her and she arches to press her flesh into his hand. He begins to rub his entire hand over her mound until he feels her wetness through the thin fabric of her lingerie. Sliding his thumb through the leg opening, he runs it from the hood of her center to the base of her opening, circling it and returning to the bundle of nerves. His fingers massage her inner thigh as his thumb explores what makes her moan. She is begging him to do more when he stops and reaches his hand to the straps on her shoulders. Rolling to his knees, he takes a strap in each hand and gently lowers the lingerie over her breasts. He pauses to take a nipple in his mouth, flicking it playfully, before sliding the garment the remainder of the way off. His thumb again finds her clit, and a finger finds its way to her opening. She immediately clenches her muscles around his digit, his thumb quickly building a powerful explosion deep in her sex. Rocking her hips into his hand, she feels herself tighten-tingle all over, waiting-begging-needing the release she knows is coming. He slides a second finger deep inside her and feels her entire body tense underneath his touch. Her breath is coming in staccato bursts, intermingled with low, guttural moans from the back of her throat. He pushes deeper and she breaks, crying out his name with each wave of ecstasy that washes over her.
Turning her to her side, he spoons against her back and pushes her top leg with his until they are both bent. He positions the tip of his hardness at her opening and begins gently pressing into her, inch by delicious inch, until he is fully sheathed in her heat. His hand snakes over her hip and his thumb again finds her nub. Rubbing and pressing with the same rhythm, he begins to rock into her, deepening with each thrust. They find their rhythm and begin to move together, until both are covered in a thin veil of sweat and they both feel the rise of their explosions. Together, they fall into the pleasure, groaning, grinding and sliding into each other. Exhausted, they relax into each other's arms and kiss gently.
"Yeah." She laughs at his comment and rolls to face him.
"I think I like married sex," she says, using a finger to twirl the fine hair on his chest.
"You'd better."
TBC – I know, I know, I said this was the last chapter. I was wrong. If you can be patient, I promise it will be worth your while. Winky winky. ;-)
S.F.S.