- God, Interrupted, Chapter 7

He traveled slowly up her body, making sure he tasted every inch of her skin along the way. She moaned softly when he reached the inside of her thighs and gasped when he explored her more sensitive areas. She was ready for him and writhed beneath him, shifting her body for easier access.

He licked tiny circles around her belly button and she pleaded with him to finish her off before she exploded. Her desperation made him smile. He liked that he could do this to her, that he could make her beg for him. Just for him.

He moved up to her breast, sucking and teasing the nipple. Her writhing became more urgent and he strained to hold back his desire to enter her.

"Kara," he moaned, "gods Kara, you're so beautiful."

"Lee," she replied in a whisper. "I love you."

But it wasn't Kara's voice.

He lifted his head to look at her.

"I want you now." Six said as she grabbed his head to pull him to her mouth.

He recoiled and fell backwards into nothing.

He struggled to open his eyes against a bright white light that had invaded the darkness. He could hear people walking around, but he couldn't see them. He could hear them talking, but he didn't know what they were saying. He tried to move, but he couldn't.

Suddenly Six's face hovered over him, eclipsing the light.

"You have a destiny." She said.

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He bolted awake, a scream lodging in his throat.

He wiped away the cold sweat that had broken out on his forehead and struggled to get his breathing under control.

"Come on Adama. Maintain. You just had that frakkin' dream again. Shake it off." He encouraged himself. The dream was fading from his memory, but that feeling of dread remained. He checked behind him. Six was sound asleep, curled up on the couch of the partially burnt out farm house they found for shelter.

Do you really think she's on your side? He thought. Keeping you a step ahead? Her race killed millions of yours but they want to keep you alive? Why? Because the gods you don't even believe in told the Cylons that you have a destiny? You don't believe her, do you?

"Of course not." He mumbled to her sleeping form.

If she lied about that, she could have lied about downloading into a new body. And frak it if she wasn't. It would be so easy to kill her while she slept. Then he could go back to where they had seen the man and find out if there were other survivors. Together, they could find a way off Caprica.

You could take her out with a single bullet right between the eyes. He unconsciously fingered the trigger of the pistol. Like a rabid dog. It would save you the agony of wondering if she's going to kill you first.

"She's not gonna kill you, she loves you." He muttered to himself. His eyes went wide. Where'd that come from?

"Oh, hell no. No, no, no. You are not doing this to me. You are not getting in my head." He said angrily. There was a myriad of emotions running through him at the moment, but he let anger rise to the surface. Anger was the easiest for him to control.

He stood over her and aimed the pistol at her head.

"Get up." He growled.

She blinked awake, her eyes slowly adjusting to her surroundings. She started when she saw the gun and he fought to keep from grinning in smug satisfaction.

"What's the matter?" She asked.

He didn't answer, but his hand gripped the gun a little tighter.

"Lee?"

The rage he was fighting to control suddenly boiled to the surface. "Don't call me that." He shouted. "Don't you ever call me that."

"I don't understand." She said nervously. She glanced around. He was between her and the door. The only way she could go was towards the stairs.

"What did you do to me?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" She continued to inch backward as he walked towards her.

"The dream. I have the same dream every night. Why?"

"I don't know."

"Bullshit." He yelled, making her jump back. Her foot hit the bottom step and she fell backwards.

His face shifted from anger to pain. He dropped the gun and knelt in front of her. "What's happening to me?" He whispered.

She pulled him to her and held him, rubbing his head. "I don't know."

She felt him relax.

"It'll be ok." She soothed.

She felt him tense again.

Suddenly, he pushed away. His hand shot out and grabbed her by the throat, holding her at arm's length against the wall. He wasn't going to kill her but he wanted her to think that maybe he might.

She was flailing at him, but he wouldn't let go. Finally, she raked her fingernails down his arm, drawing blood.

"Bitch!" He hissed, reflexively letting go. She started to scramble up the stairs but he grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her back down.

He crawled up her body until she was pinned beneath him. She fought hard against him but he was stronger. She grunted softly and her lips parted. Lee pressed his mouth against hers and forced his tongue in, searching for hers. She bit down hard and he pulled back in pain.

"Bastard." She spat at him. She broke free from him again and started back up the stairs. He scrambled up after her and grabbed her around her waist pulling her back down hard.

He spread her legs apart with his knee and pressed himself hard against her. His hands reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down as far as he could, then slid up her body and roughly grabbed her breast.

A voice deep inside him told him this was wrong. What he was doing was nothing short of …. well, toaster or no, she didn't deserve this.

He pushed himself up with one hand and smoothed down her dress with the other.

"Gods, I'm sorry." He said softly, avoiding her gaze.

She grabbed his hair in her fists and pulled him back down on top of her, kissing him hard, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth and finding his. He groaned deeply and she could feel him swell against her. She pushed his flight suit down over his hips and freed him from his boxers.

He entered her roughly, pushing himself as far into her as he could. She gasped in surprise and pleasure. He thrust again and she cried out, grabbing his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. He bit his lip against the pain, and thrust into her again. She shuddered this time, her orgasm dangerously near. He sensed this and started moving faster and more rhythmically. She screamed as she shattered around him. Her pulsing, writhing body brought him to his own explosive orgasm.

Spent, he dropped his head down against her chest. His hand reached up to stroke the side of her face, but she pushed him off, stood up, smoothed her dress, and walked past him down the stairs. He reached out for her weakly, his hand only brushing her ankle as she walked away.

By the time he pulled himself together to go after her, she was gone.

And a bunch of people were aiming guns at him.