Circle of Fantasies - chapter 5
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"I don't know about that," he said lazily, smiling down at her flushed, sweaty face.
"Please?"
"I don't know if you'll be a good girl."
"I'm always good!" she argued, glaring at him.
Lee laughed. "Yeah, right. Obviously your definition of good is somewhat different than everyone else's."
"I promise I'll be good."
"Promises. Promises," Lee mused. How do I know you'll keep your promise?"
"Frak it Lee! Untie me please - I can't even feel my arms anymore!"
Lee could tell she was about to snap, not like he hadn't had plenty of experience pushing her to breaking point, so he gave in. "Alright, I'll trust you." And he untied her.
Kara groaned. "I can't move my arms." So Lee sat astride her and gently pulled her arms down by her sides. She winced in genuine pain.
"I'm sorry Kara - I didn't mean for it to hurt," Lee said regretfully.
"Don't worry about it - I'll live. But next time I get to be the one inflicting the pain."
Lee felt himself stir at her words. Already? They'd only just finished and he was almost ready to take her again.
Kara felt his arousal pressing against her thigh and smiled. "Sorry to rain on your parade, but I think the others are due back soon."
Lee groaned and looked at the clock. She was right - only 30 minutes and the others would be hitting their racks. "A quickie?" he suggested hopefully.
"Not a chance," she grinned. "The next time I get to torture you till you beg for it, and 30 minutes is much less time than I'm going to need." She licked her lips wickedly. Lee groaned. "Get back to bed Captain - we're supposed to be asleep."
"But we're not."
"We should at least pretend when they come in you know." She groaned again as she moved her arms slowly. Feeling was beginning to return, thankfully.
As Lee stood up to put his boxers back on, Kara pushed herself up to a sitting position. She grimaced. Nope, she wasn't going to be able to do it. "Lee?"
"Yeah?" He turned to face her.
"Can you help me get dressed?"
"You can't even dress yourself yet Lieutenant? I thought you were more capable than that," he smirked.
"Shut up Lee and put my pajamas on okay? You're the reason I can't move my arms," she growled.
"Okay, okay. But this is weird. I've never fantasized about putting your clothes on before." He gave a sly smile as he carefully pushed her limp arms through one tank top, then assisted her to get her bottoms on. "What? No thank you?" he teased. Kara stuck out her tongue.
"Don't you be sticking that out at me unless you intend to use it," Lee warned.
"You gonna say that to me during our next briefing when I do it?" she teased back.
"Somehow I doubt it." Lee sat on his bunk facing her. "At least I have some time between now and then to think of a good reply."
"Goodnight Lee," Kara said softly, crawling under her covers.
"Yes, it was a good night. A frakking fantastic night actually," he mumbled to himself, as he did likewise.
"Prepare yourself for more of them."
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Both." Her smile was challenging.
"Gods Kara, how am I supposed to sleep now?" Lee complained.
"You're not - just lie there and pretend."
"Frak you Kara."
"Done. Goodnight Lee." She took a deep breath. "Love you too," she whispered.
Lee smiled as he shut off the light over his bunk. Time for another fantasy ...
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"Frak!" It was about the seventh time Tyrol had heard Starbuck swear in the last half hour. She was under her Viper changing some loose wires and lubricating the engine - normally an easy job for her - but today it seemed to be a real challenge from the sounds of things.
"Is there a problem Lieutenant?" he asked, walking over to stand beside her feet, the only part of her visible from above.
"No problem," she said through clenched teeth as she rolled out from under her ship. She sat up with an effort and massaged a shoulder.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little sore."
"Could be a rotator cuff injury," he added helpfully.
"No, I'm not injured, just sore. Pulled a muscle or something." She tried to hide the grin that came with the memory of how that muscle got pulled.
Tyrol was an observant guy though, and he saw the grin and the little spots of red on her cheeks, and put two and two together. "Oh, I see. Pulled a muscle playing a game or something." Come on Lieutenant! Let's see that blush deepen! It wasn't often he could get one on his superiors, but Starbuck was someone who could be teased and not come down hard on him for insubordinate behaviour. And he was going to take full advantage of that!
"Yeah, something like that," she mumbled, flush spreading across her cheeks. She began to massage the other shoulder.
"You hurt the other one too?" he asked innocently, keeping the smile off his face with an effort.
"I'll be fine," she said brusquely, getting off the dolly and grabbing tools off the floor to put in her toolbox.
"Good to hear. Maybe you should learn not to play so rough," he called after her as she headed towards the exit.
"I'll take that under advisement," she called back over the shoulder, and then disappeared from view.
Tyrol smirked and shook his head. The rumour mill ought to have some interesting gossip later.
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"Apollo?"
Lee looked up from his papers. Gaeta motioned him to come closer. Lee got up and headed over to the corner of CIC where Gaeta was standing, apparently intently reading the display on the dradis screen. There was nothing there but the usual as far as Lee could see, but he came anyway and stood beside him.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Sir, I was wondering if you're um ... looking for someone to um ... fulfil that fantasy of yours," he said quietly, never taking his eyes off the monitor in front of him.
Lee turned to look at him in surprise. "What, are you volunteering? Because I don't ..."
"No, it's just that I've had a few women approach me and ask if you were ... available."
"Really?" Lee was surprised. He'd never really thought of himself as much of a catch. His brother had been the one with the magnetic personality that drew in every woman for miles around. But Kara is the one he chose, he thought. I guess we must have something in common. Gaeta nodded almost imperceptibly at De, so Lee chanced a quick look. She was staring unabashedly at him. He looked back at the monitor.
"No, thanks anyway, but I don't need any help with that." He grinned suddenly as he thought of Kara.
"I'll leave you to it then," Gaeta said, smiling as he headed back to his desk, hands clasped behind his back.
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"So uh ... Starbuck, what are you doing out here?"
"Same as you Apollo."
From in CIC where he stood overhearing the CAP chatter, Tigh rolled his eyes. Would those two never give up?
"That's not what I meant. The last time I looked at the CAP schedule, I could have sworn you were on for the 06:00 shift."
"Well, since I'm here now, you must have been wrong." Kara grinned. He had to be getting confused by now - he was right, she hadn't been scheduled for this shift. But she'd traded with Daredevil - no one liked the graveyard shift and so it had been easy to find someone willing. She had an ulterior motive though. Long experience had taught her that the hours between the end of the midnight CAP and the 06:00 shift were the times when the flight bay was generally deserted. Their best chance to try out Lee's fantasy without being caught.
"Me, wrong?" Lee said in a mock offended tone.
"Yeah, I know Apollo, it boggles the mind. But whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me for the next few hours."
"I guess I'll just have to live with it." He sighed loudly, as if in resignation. Inside his cockpit though, he was grinning from ear to ear. CAP was always more interesting with Kara. Hell, wasn't everything?
TBC