This story is a sequel to my previous story "The difference Between looking and Touching". It seems that I am simply unable to write true one-shots - every time I finish the single chapter I immediately get an idea for a sequel… Oh, Well, we all have our crosses to bare!
This story is (of course) set after "Captain's hand" and deals with what is seen in the episode - Lee and Dee making out, Kara and Lee making up and so on...
Disclaimer - Don't own them just renting but I think I'd like an "option to buy" in my contract! Do you think that could be arranged?
Lee Adama knows that there are different kinds of touching.
There's the kind of touch that gives you comfort when you need it, the kind of touch that makes you sigh a sigh of relief - relief that somebody, anybody, is actually touching you. Then there's the kind of touch that sends electricity all through your body, the kind of touch that makes the blood rush through your veins until you feel that you're about to explode, but still you would rather explode that ever letting go.
Lee Adama knows that there are different kinds of touching.
There's the kind of touching where you can feel the heat from her body against your bare chest, where you let your hands roam over her naked body as she stands in front of you. Where he can feel her lips against his as they fall back on the table, and her taste is sweet and comforting, the softness of those lips as they brush against his jaw, trailing their way down until her can feel her touching every tender spot in his body.
Then, there's the other kind of touching. The kind where you can feel your palms pressed against each other and her thumb is drawing small circles on the back your hand. Where he can feel her arms as she wraps them around his neck and draws him to her, barely feeling her body through the layers of fabric and miles that separate them. Where he buries his face in the crook of her neck and the touch of her hairs as they tickle his cheek sends shivers down his spine.
Compared to the kind of touching he'd done with Dee, the simple handshake and hug he shared with Kara are nothing - an innocent embrace between friends. But sometimes it was the simple touch that could make your heart quicken it's pace, that made you feel like you want to loose yourself in the sensation of the person beside you and never find your way back.
It was Kara's simple touch that always did it for him and no matter how much he tried to immerse himself in the comfort of Dee's body, in the back of his mind he knew that there were some truths that would not just fade away because you wanted them to.
And the truth was that there are different kinds of touching.
Dee is a touch of comfort - the sigh of relief he didn't realize he'd been holding.
Kara is not letting go - the rush of ecstasy that threatens to swallow him whole and send him to oblivion.
Sometimes when all you wanted was oblivion, you somehow ended up with relief.