The hatch shut behind her with a satisfying click. Kara's gaze immediately rested on the cot that was completely covered with paperwork. Right in the middle, caught up in the task at hand, was the man who had her doing the impossible. Kara had gotten off her shift on CAP and practically ran the whole way back to the brig. She had been doing it for weeks now like some fifteen-year-old girl with a school girl crush. It was embarrassing.
She pushed the door to the cell open. It hadn't been locked since she accepted the job as CAG. It was easier that way. "How are the flight rotations going?"
Lee looked up at her but only to give a quick smile before looking back down. "I never thought I'd miss this so much."
Kara smiled and kicked her boots off before clearing a space to sit on the cot. "I'm glad you do. Paperwork and I do not get along."
"Speaking of, how are your CAG-ly duties coming along?"
"Those frakheads have finally fallen into line," Kara laughed. "You haven't gotten anymore unscheduled visits, have you?"
Kara was pleased to see Lee shake his head. The pilots' insubordination started on the first day Cain announced Kara's promotion. A few of the pilots took time out of their off-shift to come down to the brig and talk with Lee. Kara was pretty sure Lee had been preparing himself for another fight in which he would probably break his fingers all over again when she showed up. She took stock of the situation and immediately used her authority to send the pilots to help with the overflow of downed Vipers in the hangar. The next day after the pilot briefing, she asked to speak with them alone, and long story short, each pilot ended up in sickbay to be treated for cuts and bruises. No one fraked with Lee after that.
"Any luck finding more information?" Lee said, breaking up the silence.
Kara shook her head. "I was in the air. There wasn't much to work with except pilot chatter, and all those stupid frakers could talk about was the latest game of triad."
Lee shook his head. "It's the same on every single ship."
Kara was about to agree when she noticed a small smudge of ink that had found its home on Lee's jaw. The urge to lick it off hit her from nowhere. She swore under her breath. She was always keyed up after coming off a fight with the Cylons, but it had never been this bad. A little voice in her head pointed out that working off the tension with Lee had never been an option before.
The past few weeks since she had accepted the CAG position had become unbearable. Before that time, it had just been her and Lee in their own little bubble. Now that she spent time away from him, she was starting to understand the meaning of loneliness. She missed him like crazy whenever she was in or under a Viper. In addition to the loneliness, she was also fighting some major hormonal issues. She could tell that Lee wanted to take whatever was happening between them slow, but the distractions were starting to pile up. Kara definitely had a one-track mind, and it was currently focused on relieving the tension of being around Lee as much as she could manage.
Kara rubbed her hands together and decided this was ridiculous. She was a grown woman, and grown women did not let their sex drives control their every action. Plus, Lee was still getting over his injuries. His breathing had finally returned to normal now that the ribs were healed, and the cut on his forehead had faded away into a scar that was so deliciously cute it made her want to... Kara squeezed her eyes shut. She was in deep trouble.
"You seem on edge."
Lee's voice made her eyes jolt open. Had he been watching her this whole time?
"How many were there?"
Kara turned to look at him in confusion. "Excuse me?"
"You only get this way after you've killed some Cylons. I just wanted to know how many so I can figure out how bad it's going to be."
"What way are you talking about?"
Lee let out a gentle sigh before setting down his pen. "You look like you're about to rip my clothes off, Kara."
Her face went beet red. "Oh."
"You thought I never noticed the way you always seemed to disappear along with one of the male pilots after a particularly fruitful mission?" If it was possible, Kara looked even more embarrassed. Lee almost felt bad for her. "It's a healthy reaction to combat. Most pilots have it."
"They don't talk about it," Kara hissed. She brought her hands up to hide her face. "And they definitely don't make it sound so dirty." A muffled moan came from her hidden lips. "Frak me. I think I'm even more keyed up now."
Her words made Lee stiffen as thoughts he had no right to be thinking popped into his head. That had been happening more often lately.
Kara dropped her hands away from her face to glare at him. "So, please tell me, mister know-it-all. What the frak should I do about that?"
Lee had to bite back a laugh as her eyes unknowingly glanced down at his still bandaged hands. His fingers were almost healed, but they weren't quite up to the task that Kara probably had in mind. He was sure of that. It wasn't like thoughts of her weren't consuming him, too. Something had broken down their walls the night she had been attacked, and there was no glue in the Fleet that could patch that rip.
A small cough tore Lee from his thoughts. He looked up to see Kara was still waiting for an answer. Now that was starting to make him excited. She really wanted him to tell her what she should do about her little problem. A wicked idea came to his mind, and Lee took his hand away from where it had rested supportively on her shoulder. She looked sad for a moment before her face dissolved in a look of curiosity.
It was official. This was absolutely the most keyed up he had ever seen her.
"Lee?" she asked hesitantly. He had been staring at her for over a minute now without moving.
Lee took one last moment to remind himself of how stupid this was and the million and a half reasons he shouldn't be doing it. Then, he leaned over to whisper softly in her ear. "My fingers might still be healing, but that doesn't make me want you less. It just forces me to think outside the box."
Kara's eyes went wide as she realized what he was trying to say. The look of pure desire that came next made something snap inside of him, and he shoved all the papers off the cot in one big swoop. Before she could regain her wits, he had her pressed down against the cool mesh, his body almost possessive in the way it was covering hers. "Let me help you get rid of the buzz," he growled in her ear.
"That's not helping," she hissed as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin on her neck. He was making her even more tense, and she did not look forward to having to come up with a way to get rid of her problem while stuck in a brig cell with Lee. Things were a lot easier when she lived in a place that had bunks with handy little curtains.
"Give me time," Lee whispered, his breath cool against her skin. "I'll make it all better."
Kara was about to protest again when Lee pressed his body down against hers on the cot. Her eyes flared with desire, and she suddenly realized Lee was talking about a few little kisses here. There was no worry about how she was going to finish herself off. "Frak," she murmured. Feeling the weight of his body on hers was more than she could take. She was already so on edge that she had no hope of keeping control of herself. "I'm not going to be noble about this, Lee."
"I don't want you to protest," he insisted. Couldn't she see he wasn't trying to play some stupid game with her? She didn't have to push him away because there was no way in hell he was going to stop.
His hands slid up under her tanks, and even with his finger still tightly wrapped, Kara responded to his touch. Her body bucked against his, and for the hundredth time, Lee wished he could do this properly.
Kara moaned as Lee's hand stroked a hesitant path around one breast and then the other. He was still afraid she was going to reject it. It was ridiculous how emotionally fraked up their relationship had grown to be.
That didn't make it any less delicious, though. His lips were now following the same teasing pattern as his hands, caressing her through the material, and she knew that he hadn't been lying. He was going to slowly help her with her little problem, and it was going to be pure agony.
"I hate you," Kara sighed, resting her hands on his back. She gripped his shirt roughly and pulled it over his head. His groan from the break in contact made her smile. The tension wasn't as one sided as he would like her to believe. It also gave her a sort of satisfaction. Yes, she was being weak, letting herself give in to the desire, but he wasn't being all that strong either. "You're not going to be undressing yourself anytime soon," she reminded him as she tried to pull him back in close to her.
Lee sat back on his heels, and Kara saw a look of disappointment fall across his face. It was a look that she had imagined in her mind a thousand times. She hated how no matter what Lee did or said, there was always that small nagging doubt that he would wake up to realize what a mistake he was making. Propping herself up on her elbows, she did her best to ignore her doubts. "What's wrong?"
"It's embarrassing," he laughed. Kara watched him run a hand through hair and tried to control the burst of lust that ran through her body from head to toe. He looked like a fraking god, sitting there in only his sweats.
Lee smile at her and shrugged. "I don't think I can untie your sweats."
Kara looked down in surprise. Sure enough, she had chosen the only fraking pair she had with a drawstring waist. Her determination kicked in immediately. "Frak that," she hissed. Her fingers practically ripped the knot out, and she was about to push them down when she felt Lee's hands resting on hers.
"Two things, Kara." His eyes locked with hers. "This is not going to frantic, no matter how desperate you get. So just relax."
Her body shivered in anticipation, and she could feel that slight burn inside her increasing. "What's the second thing?" she asked.
"I don't need your help anymore." Kara's eyes went wide as the look of mischief he was sending her registered. He leaned in to slowly pull the sweats over her hips and down until they fell to the floor. "Still feel keyed-up?" he whispered.
Kara bit her lip and nodded. She wasn't sure if she could even form words right now. The ache was so great.
"Good."
Lee's attention fell to her bare legs, and she held back a moan as his hands trailed down her body finally resting on her feet. He began to gently rub them in a soothing rhythm, and Kara let her eyes fall shut. It had been so long since someone had touched her with no other purpose except to make her happy. As the tension filtered from her body, she tried to focus on thanking the gods for keeping the pilots from breaking either of Lee's thumbs so he could do this, but she was just too caught up to concentrate at the moment.
"It amazes me how you can make this crappy little cell feel like a home," she whispered, resting her head back on the pillow.
"Foot rubs can do that," Lee chuckled. She felt him gently lower her feet to the cot before shifting his focus elsewhere. His lips brushed across her knee, and she could feel her body tense up. "When did this happen?"
Kara opened her eyes and saw he was kissing his way around a rather nasty looking bruise on her right knee. "I got a little banged up the other day fixing my Viper."
"A little banged up? Kara, you know you have to watch this knee."
Normally, this was the moment where they started arguing. She hated his constant reminders of how life had deemed her a broken woman. It was hard enough imagining how unworthy she was without actually hearing him point out her shortcomings. This time was different somehow. The sight of his lips paying such close attention to her knee made her lose the will to fight.
That was happening a lot more lately.
"Kara?" Lee whispered against her skin.
"Hmmm?" she said, running her hand idly through his hair. She couldn't get over the fact that Lee knew exactly how to be perfect for her. It was unreal.
"Pull your tanks off for me."
Her eyes flew open and locked with his. The flare of desire coursed through her body so quickly that she didn't know what hit her. All she knew was her hand tightened in his hair and pulled him up to her lips. It was a rough move, but if he kept surprising her like that, he wouldn't be expecting gentle. Plus, she had never been one for subtleness. Her tongue danced with his in a quick promise of things to come before Kara pushed him back just long enough to pull her shirt off like he asked.
Lee didn't waste time. His tongue raked across her body before pulling her breast into his mouth. Kara felt her head roll back. This was exactly the release she had been begging for. Teeth nipped at her, and a mixture of pleasure and pain raged through her body. She had always imagined that would be Lee's style. A man couldn't look the way he did without bringing both unbridled passion and heartfelt desire to the bed.
His hand rubbed against the thin material of her underwear as he moved his lips to her ear. "We don't have much time," he whispered.
Kara bit her lip and nodded. He was right. It wasn't like they were in their own private quarters. They were locked up in the brig. Granted, no one really bothered to come down this far in the prison level, but she was still the CAG. People needed her at the most inconvenient times.
Lee inched his lips over to brush against her forehead. "You're thinking too much."
Lee's words made her smirk, but she still couldn't turn her thoughts off. The prospect of being caught had always excited her, but somehow with Lee, it didn't even matter. She was already plenty excited just knowing the things he could easily do to her. It didn't matter if they were in the middle of a busy corridor or locked up in private quarters.
His lips teased their way around the nape of her neck, and Kara froze as she felt his hands slowly lower her underwear off her body. She kicked her legs up to help speed up the process and smirked when Lee pulled her in close again. It seemed being apart was agony for the both of them.
"You're wearing too many clothes," Kara pointed out as Lee pushed her back onto the cot.
"This isn't about me," he replied. His mouth returned to her breasts to prove his point, and she felt her breath quicken to the rhythm of his tongue. She was already half-way there, and he had barely touched her. His body settled in between her legs, giving her confirmation that he was just as worked up as she was. She really wished he would get over this ridiculous notion of letting his body heal and just frak her proper.
Kara let out a soft cry of protest as he moved away from the sensitive skin of her breasts and began to work his way past her stomach. He took the time to kiss a small circle around the scars the Cylons gave her before continuing his journey. That was when it finally occurred to Kara what he meant by saying he didn't need his fingers to help her get rid of the buzz.
"Oh gods," she gasped just as his tongue found her center and stroked lightly. She threw her head back and let out a deep moan. He was teasing her with this maddeningly light touch, and she could help but buck against him, silently begging for more.
Lee pulled back to look up at her and smirked. He had always known being this close to Kara would feel this way. She was perfect. With a surge of pride, he realized that she was also his. He wanted nothing more than to give her the world starting with one awe-inspiring release.
His wet tongue brushed over her again and again, going a little deeper each time. Her hands knotted in the bed sheets as she desperately clung to whatever control she could find. "Gods, yes," she hissed, moving her hands to run through his hair. The brushes of his tongue against her grew harder. "You're killing me, Lee."
His touch against her turned feather light again as he pulled away. When she could focus enough to meet his eyes, he gave her a small wink. "Hold on."
She barely had time to ask him what she was supposed to hold on for when he buried his tongue inside her for one, bold thrust. Her hips pitched off the cot as she climaxed instantly, violently. He didn't pull away. Instead, he continued to flick his tongue back and forth as she thrashed against him. "Gods, I wish I could be inside you," he whispered.
"No one is stopping you," she growled. Even now she had to fight the urge to pull his pants down to his knees and just take him without permission. She had already come once, but like most things when it concerned Lee, once was never enough.
"I want to be able to feel you in my hands when I take you for the first time," Lee told her. "So until these fingers heal, you'll just have to content yourself with what I can give."
Kara felt her eyes roll back as his mouth went back to the job at hand. If this was his second best, she couldn't wait to feel the real thing. She ignored the prospect that the excitement from that might actually kill her. She could think of worse ways to go.
Her body rocked against him as he brought his thumb up to join his tongue. She was ripped over the edge immediately, and she blissfully forgot where they were as a scream passed from her lips. Even then, he didn't let up. She moved her hips, clenching as tightly as she could on him, wanting that last big release.
Kara found herself begging him for more. She spread her leg wider to give him more access and shivered when his tongue hit just the right spot. She could feel the pressure building again, but this time was different. It felt like her whole body was going to explode if he kept teasing her like he was. Even though Lee had promised her this blessed release, she still felt the need to take matters into her own hands. She pushed herself hard against his lips and was pleased to feel him slid even deeper inside of her. His mouth went from teasing to all-out consuming. It was no surprise when she felt a moan fall from her lips as her body fought its way through the shaking release. Her vision went completely white, and she lost all ability to think of anything but the amazing man below her.
Lee pulled away to see her struggling to regain control now that the buzz had finally subsided. He had expected to have to work a little harder to kill off such a massive build-up like she had inside of her, but he really hadn't known he would enjoy it that much. It had been a completely one-sided encounter and yet he felt just as satisfied as she did.
Kara's hands reached down to pull him up to her side. "Thanks," she whispered, her head finding its natural place against his chest.
"You needed that pretty damn bad," he pointed out.
She shook her head and sighed. "No, I wanted release." Her hand snaked down past the waistband of his bands and grasped him in her palm. "What I needed was for you to be the one to give to me."
After a second's pause, Lee groaned and pulled her hand away from him. "If you keep doing that, this is going to get out of hand."
Kara gave him a small pout, and he couldn't help but remember how she loved to play dirty. "Don't you want things to get out of hand?" she asked.
"You're tired, Kara. I'm tired. As much as neither one of us wants to admit it, our bodies can't handle much more." His hand came up to rest in her hair. "So why don't you get some sleep and we'll see what we feel up to in the morning?" He dropped a small kiss on the top of her head.
Kara's face erupted into a yawn, and she sighed. "Good plan."
Lee pulled her in tight and whispered good night even though he knew she was already fast asleep. It wasn't every day he got to see Kara so relaxed and free of the constant state of worry they lived in. He was glad he could be the one to give her that.
He wondered if maybe he should wake her up to put her clothes back on. After a moment, he figured there was really no need. No one even cared about the two of them anymore. He shifted lightly to pull the blanket up around their joined bodies and smiled when Kara snuggled down against him. He never would have guessed she would be the type of person who yearned for physical contact in that way, but it always seemed like she was snuggling her body against his. He would never dream of complaining.
Lee brushed the hair back from her face and leaned down to give her a small kiss. She really was working too hard.
Kara let out a mumble before turning on her side to face the wall. He groaned as her butt rubbed suggestively up against him. She was torturing him even in her sleep. He started taking a few calming breaths, urging himself to get back in control. It was getting harder to do each day.
He was so focused that he didn't hear the hatch door slid open until it was too late to prepare.
"On your feet, Captain."
Lee's eyes went wide at the sound of his father's voice. He jumped to his feet and saluted more out of habit than intent. Adama shook his head at his son's reaction.
"What are you doing here?" Lee asked. He was desperately trying to clear his head of the sleep he had been about to get.
"There's been some changes in the Fleet while you were here," Adama said gruffly. "By the way, I would like to hear how you ended up in the brig."
Lee took a few steps towards the cell door. His father seemed pleased to see him, which was baffling to say the least. They had been slowly repairing their relationship since he got stranded on Galactica, but they were nowhere near this level of open emotion. Going the safe route, he chose not to ask his father about it. Instead, he'd focus on the obvious. His father wanted to know how he ended up here. "You would actually be proud of me, Dad."
His father's eyes shifted down to Lee's still bandaged hands for a moment. "I was worried about you and Kara, son. You two have been out of contact for weeks."
"There's a good reason for that. Admiral Cain-"
"Is not an issue anymore," Adama interrupted. "I wanted to get that out of the way before we begin. I came on board an hour ago to demand she relinquish her control of the Fleet. I've been receiving some troubling reports for the past few weeks, not to mention I haven't been able to talk to either you or Kara."
"We figured you'd find that odd," Lee agreed.
"I boarded Pegasus with a team of Marines and was told Cain had been in her office since the night before, planning some sort of big op. When I reached her office, I found out I had been lied to. Admiral Cain was shot late last night. It appears the captured Cylon they were housing on the other end of the prison level got loose and exacted her revenge."
Lee nodded, partially relieved. It was better that it happened that way. Things would have been a lot less tidy if his father was forced to stop the Admiral. "Is she all right?"
"She'll survive. I have Doc Cottle looking after her on Galactica right now, but I have no clue what we're going to do with her when she's recovered."
"What about Fisk?"
"Fisk isn't going to be in command of the Pegasus. He shouldn't have been in his position in the first place. I was planning on appointing-" Adama's voice cut off, and Lee followed his father's stare to the cot behind his back. There was an unruly head of blonde hair sticking out from the one end.
"I can explain," Lee started.
"No need," Adama insisted, clearing his throat.
Confusion washed over him. How could his father not want an explanation about this? Lee had thought he would be infuriated at learning his son was sleeping with the woman who should have been his sister-in-law. It was the one aspect of his relationship with Kara that still made him feel guilty. When imagining this moment, he had never expected Adama to just brush it off like nothing. Sure, the conversation promised to be as awkward as humanly possible, but his father had never shied away from anything. "I think I do need to explain. Things were hard on this ship from the second I stepped on."
"Son, you're not the first person to seek refuge in the arms of someone else. I'm the Commander of a Battlestar, but I'm not blind to the lives of the pilots. Once upon a time, I was a pilot myself if you remember."
Lee shook his head. "This is more than just a comfort frak, Dad. I had to go to extremes to keep her safe on this ship, and something happened along the way. It's not just going to stop because you're here."
Adama gave him a funny look and was about to ask what that was supposed to mean when the woman in question stirred from her sleep. Kara sat up on the bed, clinging the covers to her still naked body. Running a hand through her hair, she groaned. "Would you stop talking to yourself and come back to bed, Lee?"
Lee was about to point out they weren't alone when the expression on his father's face finally registered. The Old Man looked floored. "You didn't realize it was Kara," Lee said, his eyes widening. He was in so much fraking trouble.
"I think you were right. There are some things we need to talk about," Adama said after a moment.
Lee was about to agree when he heard Kara's husky whisper. "Commander?" The reality of the situation was finally hitting home for her, too.
Lee watched as the situation sunk in, and his father turned to the Marines by the door. "I want these two out of the cell and back onto Galactica as soon as possible. Captain Adama needs to be taken to sickbay, and Lieutenant Thrace-"
"Should see Doc Cottle, too," Lee interjected. His father sent him a puzzled look. "Trust me, Dad. She needs to see him as much as I do."
"I can speak for myself," Kara said.
Lee turned to see she had gotten up from the cot and was now standing beside him, blanket tucked safely around her body. A sudden fear that she was about to make this whole thing worse took over. "Kara…" he started.
Adama's voice cut in before they could start arguing. "Fine. Take them both to see Cottle. Make sure he sees them… separately."
Lee could hear the doubt in his father's voice. "We do have some self-control, you know. It's not like having us in the same room is going to result in a full-on mission to create grandchildren."
Kara's eyes went wide, and she had to choke back a laugh. She might be late to this fun party of awkwardness, but she was pretty sure Lee shouldn't have said that.
Adama gave his son one more stern look before walking out the hatch.
"We are in so much trouble," Kara whispered, echoing Lee's thoughts from earlier.
Lee sighed and reached over to brush a hair back behind her ear. "I never thought I'd say this, but you're going to want to put some clothes on."
Kara glared at him before walking over to pick up her discarded sweats. A flare of desire swept through Lee as he watched her dress. That was the moment that he knew he was really in trouble. Sighing, he pushed the cell door open. It was never locked anyway.
He looked back over his shoulder one last time at Kara before stepping out in the corridor. If he knew his father, this was going to be the last time he saw her in quite awhile. The Old Man didn't like to be kept out of the loop when it came to the people he loved, and Lee knew that this new development had completely blindsided him.