Notes: Okay, some shocked readers after the last chapter, if the feedback I received in reviews is any indication. I'm glad to see I have been able to surprise people. Well, guess what, some more surprises are to come. Just remember, the darkest hours are just before dawn.
Chapter Sixteen:
Kara Thrace lost herself in the feelings of pure pleasure that washed over her body. He was on top of her, thrusting into her with reckless abandon, grunting with enjoyment as their sweat-slicked bodies were locked together on his bunk. The sex was more like combat, with their two bodies battling each other for supremacy to see who could endure the other longer. Kara kissed his shoulder blade, sucking and licking his hot skin, her eyes closed as her mind wandered into a moment of half-fantasy and half-reality. She heard herself moaning, panting, until she finally began to cry out.
"Oh…Oh! Oh LEE! Oh, LEE!" she panted.
The look on his face as he pulled up and faced her shook Kara out of her fantasy. Flat Top hovered over her, his eyes filled with shock. "What the frak did you just call me?" he asked.
Just then, they heard the hatch open, and Flat Top's RIO came into the room. Lt. Blaise Mormino looked at the two pilots, laying naked on the bunk in shock.
"Holy FRAK!" he said.
Kara pushed Flat Top off of her and got up to get dressed. "What the hell are you doing here?" asked Flat Top
"We launch in ten minutes, man," said Mormino. "I came looking for you. I didn't mean to interrupt…"
"We were finished anyway," said Kara, quickly putting on her duty uniform. "Good hunting, gentlemen."
As Kara walked out of the room, she put her hands on the back of her neck. "Frak me, how the hell did that happen?"
Lee was on the Astral Queen on a mission for the President, so Kara had been left to run the flight briefing for the day. In the weeks since Lee broke off their engagement, they had barely seen one another off duty except in the bunkroom that they were both assigned to when one or the other, or both, was going to bed. When they did speak, it was always in a cool, forced tone of professionalism. Kara could feel that Lee was just as miserable as she was with the situation, but she felt little sympathy. This was his choice, now he was going to have to live with it. Now, she had to live with it too.
Kara tried to loose herself in other activities like cards and drinking and joking around with her shipmates. But there was something deep inside her looking for release. Then, in the flight briefing that day, she was dressing down Flat Top for coming in too hot on his landings in her own special Starbuck way. He was coming back at her with his own kind of cockiness, and for some reason, Kara decided Flat Top was just the good looking smart ass that she could chew up and spit back out when she was done. After the briefing, Kara went to his bunkroom, and found he was the only one there. Kara was very direct, and told Flat Top she was looking for a quick frak, and wanted to know if he was interested. She also made it clear it was a one-time deal. Flat Top, being a horny young man who knew a good opportunity when it presented itself, took up Kara on her offer. But even Kara never expected to cry out Lee's name or fantasize about him when she was trying to lose herself for a while by having sex with Flat Top.
"How frakked up can I possibly be?" she thought.
She heard her name being paged to the CIC. "Good, maybe they've got some suicide mission for me so I can be put out of my misery," she said to herself.
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Lee Adama was an exhausted man, both mentally and physically. To top it off, he ached all over from the beating he took at the hands of the prisoners on the Astral Queen. Luckily, Lee had been able to negotiate a settlement to the situation by the skin of his teeth, although he was now in hot water with both the President and his father over the promises he made to Tom Zarek.
And wouldn't you know it, but it was Kara who had come to his rescue once again. Even though he managed to save himself, Kara had been there to do it in case he failed. For a few moments after the rescue, he and Kara were back to their old joking selves as they rode back to Galactica on a raptor. But when they landed, something snapped, and they both fell back into the cold, strictly professional routine they had developed over the past weeks.
Lee was now walking to his bunkroom, ready to crash on it and get some much needed sleep. As he walked by one of the other pilots' bunkrooms, he heard a couple of the pilots joking around about something.
"You mean you actually caught them naked in the sack together?" asked one of them.
Lee recognized the voice as Crashdown's, as he stopped to listen with curiosity to hear about who was supposedly frakking who on the ship. He was not normally one to tune into such juicy gossip, but his concern was that of a CAG who might need to know about an inappropriate relationship going on with two of his pilots. After all, if he had just given up his fiancée in the name of maintaining professional standards, he was going to demand the same of his men.
"I shit you not," said Mormino. "I walked in to find Flat Top, and there he was. Naked in the sack and on top of Starbuck!"
"Un-FRAKKING believable!" said one of the other men in the room.
Lee backed away from the doorway, and leaned against the hallway bulkhead. He was in a state of complete shock at hearing that the woman who had once been his fiancée was apparently having nooners with at least one of the other pilots on the ship. Feelings of jealousy and rage filled Lee as he thought about another man having sex with Kara. After the long day he had, Lee was in a bad mood already. Now, he was downright pissed.
He stormed down the corridor to the bunkroom where he slept. Lee had assigned himself to a bunk in the same room Kara slept in because even though they were no longer engaged, Lee still loved her and wanted to be near her in some way. Now, he was starting to regret his decision, as he walked in and found Kara in her bunk, puffing away on a cigar. There was no one else in the room but the two of them, as Lee came in and began to take off his uniform blouse and put it in his locker. He slammed the locker shut, and headed for his bunk while not looking at the woman laying just a few feet away.
"Your meeting with the President and Commander not go well," said Kara, casually.
Lee stood looking at his bunk for a long moment, trying to choose his response carefully. He was trying not to loose his cool. "Fine," said Lee. "Why do you ask?"
"Because you stormed in here like you were going to kill someone," said Kara.
Lee turned and looked at Kara. Normally, the sight of her made his stomach do somersaults inside of him. Now, seeing her laying so casually on her bunk made Lee think of the image of Kara frakking Flat Top. He began to loose his temper.
"I guess I just need to find some ways to release some tension, huh," said Lee. "Like you have."
Kara could hear the bitterness in his voice. She looked at him and recognized his expression. Lee Adama was pissed off about something, and for some reason, she felt like he was pissed at her. She had a long day, and didn't feel like dealing with this.
"Fine, whatever," said Kara. "I need some sleep. Good night, sir."
She put out her cigar in an ashtray sitting on the floor, and then shut her curtain, leaving Lee to his own anger. He plopped down on his bunk, but didn't sleep well as the anger just boiled in him with no source of relief.
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A few days later, Kara walked back to her bunkroom at a brisk pace to get ready for Flat Top's 1000th landing. Per the traditions of the Colonial Fleet, the pilots would throw Flat Top an elaborate ceremony that involved heavy drinking and a playful ride around the flight deck in one of Galactica's cargo carts. When she got there, Kara found Lee still trying to get ready for the ceremony. Lee had been angry for the past several days, for what she didn't know, but every time she came near him, Kara got a feeling of sheer hatred coming from Lee. Now, as she came into the room, she tried to break through some of that and get Lee into the spirit of the occasion.
"You had better hurry," said Kara. "Flat Top should be coming in anytime now."
"I'm almost done," said Lee, a slight spite to his tone that Kara did not understand.
"After all," said Kara, still trying to get him to lighten. "This is your first 1000th landing ceremony you are leading as CAG. You don't want to frak it up, and forever be known as the worst CAG in the history of CAGdom."
Lee stopped what he was doing, and looked up at Kara. He spat out a response. "What's the matter? Afraid your boyfriend won't get the ceremony he deserves?"
Kara stopped in her tracks, and turned to look at Lee with a confused expression. "What the frak are you talking about?"
"What, you are going to tell me that you didn't have a little frak time with Flat Top the other day?"
Kara was shocked that Lee knew, but also angry that Lee seemed to be upset about. "So what if I was? It's not like it's any of your business! REMEMBER! Who I frak is none of your damned business! Not anymore! Because I'm just a pilot and you are just my CAG!"
"Yeah, you're a pilot who apparently can't keep her PANTS ON!"
Kara stepped closer to him, her expression one of sheer spite. "You callin me a slut?"
"If the shoe FITS!"
Without warning, Kara punched Lee in the mouth. He responded by hitting Kara right back, as they both rubbed their jaws in pain for a few moments. Finally, Kara was the first to speak.
"Look, you wanna have fantasies about me frakking half the men on this ship, you go right ahead! But don't you DARE act like you have the right to be indignant with me about it! You dumped me on my ass! I'm not yours anymore by your choice! Now we need to get ready for the ceremony."
"Yeah, you must have a date with him afterwards, huh!"
Kara just looked at him with a sly grin, and responded with a tone full of sarcasm. "No, not today. I'm going to be too busy giving blow jobs to some guys from the deck crew."
Before Lee could respond, they heard footsteps coming down the corridor. It was Commander Adama, walking into the bunkroom at a brisk pace. "Aren't you two ready yet?" he asked.
Lee and Kara looked at each other for a moment and replaced their recent anger with their newly practiced stone cold professional demeanor. "Ready, sir," said Lee, as they headed out of the bunkroom.
End of Chapter Sixteen. Chapter Seventeen coming soon. As always, feedback/reviews are welcomed and appreciated.