Nectar

Chapter Two

"My gods, that smells delicious," she said, watching him busy himself in his kitchen. "I can't remember the last time I had pancakes." He grinned at her, moving from the fridge to the counter. He kept looking at her, sitting at his kitchen island, to make sure he hadn't dreamt the entire evening. "Can I help?"

"Can you cook?"

"That depends on how you define 'cook'"

"Can you juice an orange?" He pulled three from a drawer in the fridge and began juggling them. She chuckled at him as he dropped two of them to the floor.

"Better than you can juggle." He handed her the supplies she'd need and turned back to his pancakes, laughing. "How's your dad?"

"He's good. He couldn't stay retired, so he's teaching classes at the academy in Delphi. His students are scared shitless of him, so he's happy." He poured batter onto the hot skillet on the stove. "He got married again. His new wife is a firecracker; I think she may be perfect for him." He paused for a long second. "He'd love to see you."

"Yeah?" She looked at him skeptically.

"Yeah." He smiled at her. "He missed you a lot. Almost as much as I did." He met her eyes and they both blushed slightly. "Where did you go?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Pinky swear." She threw an orange at him. "Ow!"

"I went to Aerilon for a while. I was flying passenger shuttles, but I hated it. I needed to get my head together, so I went to Geminon. I spent about two years at a monastery."

" A monastery? You became a priest?"

"Frak no! I just sequestered myself for a while, until I could figure out how to get my life in order. I started painting again, while I was there, and I didn't stop." She inhaled deeply. "Lee, I really hope those pancakes are about done. They smell so good, I'm about to pass out from hunger."

He responded by placing a plateful in front of her with a grin. He supplemented the plate with a stick of butter and a bottle of syrup. "One order of Lee Adama's near-worlds-famous blueberry pancakes." She stuck her fork in and scooped up a bite, popping into her mouth with joy. Her face broke into an instant grin.

"Damn," she exclaimed, between bites. "These are better than sex."

He didn't look at her as he replied, "Clearly, you've been having sex with the wrong people." She choked slightly.

"Is that an offer?" It was his turn to choke.

"I suppose we'll have to wait and see, won't we?" He turned towards her and winked. He was very, very pleased to see her blush. He took his own plate and joined her at the island.

"Tell me how you got the bar." She allowed her leg to press against his under the counter of the island.

"I worked my ass off." He looked at her sideways, hoping his body would not betray how incredible it felt to have her thigh against his. "I bought it about four years ago. Tam came with the place, which helped a lot. She's probably more responsible for it being successful than I am."

"I doubt that. I doubt there's much in this world that could stay out of your reach for long."

"There's one thing that has eluded me for years." He turned to her and gently brushed a crumb from her lip. She pulled in her breath, and then gently kissed the tip of his thumb.

"I think that's all about to change." She cupped his cheek with her hand and shivered as he covered her palm with gentle, light kisses. She leaned into him and captured his mouth with hers. A soft moan slipped from him when her tongue flitted out to brush against his lower lip. Their kisses slowly escalated from sweet, hesitant pecks to deep, long, passionate explorations and he thought he might pass out right there in his kitchen. They stood together and he wrapped his arms around her waist. She took his face in her hands and continued to make love to his mouth as they moved towards the stairs. At the base, she pulled away from him. "Do you want this?" she whispered.

"Gods yes." He leaned back into her and reclaimed her mouth, before moving his mouth up her jaw line to her ear. "Since the moment I met you."

"I know." She nuzzled his neck. "Me too." She took his face in her hands and met his eyes. "My gods, I'm so glad I walked into that bar." She grinned at him before he took her hand and led her upstairs. She pulled him into another kiss at the top, entwining one hand in his hair as the other hand began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He guided her, with hands on her hips, to his bedroom. He slipped a hand behind him to turn the knob and push the door open before he led her inside. She slid his now unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders and pulled his undershirt over his head, tossing them both to the side. Stepping out of her shoes, she leaned into him and began kissing the ridge above each of his collarbones as she ran her fingers through the pale hairs of his chest. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. Her scent was spicy and exotic, like he imagined some mythical Earth garden to smell. He trailed a hand up her back and grabbed the zipper pull at her neck. Slowly, gently, he tugged it down towards her waist. Shrugging slightly, she let the dress fall from her shoulders, pushed it over her hips and stepped out of it.

"Gods. Kara," he murmured to her, taking her in. Under her dress she was clad in the most beautiful piece of midnight blue silk he'd ever laid eyes on. The deep hue complimented the luminosity of her ivory skin, and he couldn't help but reach out and ran his hand over the curve of her hip, relishing how she felt beneath the smooth fabric. Her beauty would humble Persephone and Aphrodite. "This is really okay now. No more ghosts."

"No more ghosts," she agreed, pulling him into an embrace. The feel of her silk draped breasts against his chest caused him to stir against her thigh. She chuckled and reached a hand to cup him through his trousers and slowly began to stroke her hand up and down. He moaned deep in his chest and nudged her backwards until they stood at the side of his bed. Breaking away from him, she slid across the surface, stretching out in the center. With a lascivious grin, she patted the mattress beside her, and he was instantly at her side, claiming her mouth with his. She began to undo his belt as he began massaging her breast, tracing small circles around her attentive nipple and flicking his thumb gently back and forth across it's crest. Her breath caught in her throat and she arched her back to press her flesh more firmly into his teasing strokes. Abandoning his belt, for the moment, she buried her hand in his hair, pulling his mouth even closer to hers. He moved to her other breast, kneading and stroking until she was groaning his name into his mouth. Lee rolled onto his back suddenly, pulling her to straddle him. He reached both hands up over her hips and under the hem of the camisole she wore. He took his time as he ran his hands over her stomach, sometimes allowing a fingertip to gently brush the swell of the underside of her breast. She crossed her arms in front of her and swiftly pulled the camisole over her head. He allowed himself a moment just to gaze at her, which brought both a flush to her chest and a shy smile to her face.

"You're the reason men become artists and writers." He rose on his elbows and gently stroked each pink nipple with the tip of his tongue, blowing slightly on the wet trails left behind. With a twist, he again switched their positions, until she was stretched on her back underneath him. He continued to tease the tender skin of her breasts with his warm mouth as he stroked the milky skin of her inner thigh. He sat back on his heals to slowly remove each of her stockings, kissing each inch of skin as it was exposed. Hooking two fingers in the waist of her panties, he eased them over her hips and off her legs, leaving her in nothing but a smile before him. In the blink of an eye, he offered thanks to all the Lords of Kobol, the Fates and sheer good fortune, and then he resumed his task, now running his hand from her ankle to her thigh. She grabbed his hand and moved to where it would do more good, meeting his eyes to wink at him before his ministration caused her to lose the ability to focus. His palm moved slowly back and forth, softly kneading her until she began rolling her hips into his hand and crying his name softly, mingled with the occasional "Please." Soon his fingers traveled to her most sensitive point and began dancing across it. He pressed a thumb against the ridge of nerves and freed his fingers to further explore her. Her entrance met his finger with a flood of wet heat. He pushed inside her, inch by inch, and slowly increased the pressure with which he thumbed her center. He felt her orgasm build as every muscle in her body tensed, and her center throbbed under his touch. She clamped around his finger when she couldn't stand to wait another second and cried for him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through her.

She sank into the pillows, her hair damp with sweat and pulled him up to her. "Wow."

He chuckled in response.

She grabbed his chin playfully. "Lee Adama, I need you to frak me good and proper right frakking now."

His pants and boxers were dispensed with quickly; Lee had no intention of disappointing the naked woman lying on his bed. "Yes ma'am." He moved between her legs and guided himself into position. Her hands cupped his face and she held his eyes with hers as he entered her and began to move. He never knew it could be like this; that he could mesh so perfectly with a woman that he couldn't tell where he ended and she began. They quickly found a rhythm and she met each of his thrusts with one of her own. Soon, both were drenched in sweat and moaning and crying out for the other. This time when he felt her tense around him, he could hold back no more, and he released into her, covering her face with kisses as they fell over the edge together.

He slid to her side and wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her back into his chest.

"Lee?" she asked him after a moment.

"Hmmm?"

"Those were damn good pancakes."

TBC