Lee had been planning on taking the latest briefing on Scar into the break room to look over. They needed a new plan of attack before another pilot got shot down. The second he finally made it to that part of the ship and saw what was inside the room, he knew he wasn't going to be getting any work done.
Kara was sitting at the table in the middle of the room with a bottle of something fierce in her hand. It looked like she had been there for some time already. There had been rumors going around the past week or so about this very thing. People had been talking about a certain flight instructor showing up to her briefings intoxicated, and there had even been mention of a few frantic fraks with some of the unsuspecting Marines in one of the equipment closets. Lee hadn't believed the rumors, but there she was right in front of his eyes.
"Don't you have a shift soon?"
"I switched with Duck. I'm taking his late patrol tomorrow."
Lee moved into the room. "Why the switch?"
"Why not?" Kara used her feet to push the chair across from her out. "Join me in my fun, dear CAG of mine."
Lee knew he should probably start the lecturing now, but for some reason, his body didn't comply. Instead of scolding her, he pushed his jacket off his shoulders and took the seat she offered. When she pushed a glass his way, he didn't refuse that either.
"How was Cloud Nine?" Kara asked. "You've been going over there an awful lot lately."
"I think I've earned the downtime," Lee said. He wished he could say the thought of Kara knowing he had been frequenting a prostitute didn't make nervous. He never should have resorted to that kind of thing, but he had figured it would be a lot less messy than if he had taken someone from Galactica to his bed. It was times like these that he wished he could be a stronger man.
Kara's eyebrow shot up as she peered over her glass of alcohol. "Something keep you coming back for more?"
Lee narrowed his eyes. She definitely knew about Shevon, though he wasn't really sure what she intended to do with that little piece of information.
When it was apparent he wasn't going to answer her question, Kara focused on pouring another drink for herself. Lee watched her quickly down the whole glass and then start on another. "Is this about BB?" he asked, motioning to the bottle and glass.
"You would like it to be about BB, wouldn't you?" Kara said. Her voice surprised him. He hadn't expected it to be so cold. Then again, as of late, most of their interactions had been cold. It was just easier that way.
Kara continued, "Things would be a lot simpler if I was getting drunk because all my friends are dying around me. You could just shove me into your perfect little mold and walk away."
Lee rolled his eyes. This had been a mistake. He went to stand up and leave, but Kara's hand came up to grab his arm. "No, don't." She waited until he relaxed and sat back down before refilling their glasses. "I don't even remember their names anymore. All these pilots I learned to fly with, the ones I taught to fly, I can't remember their faces and I can't remember their names."
"No one expects you to," Lee insisted.
"Why? Because I was a nugget once. Frak, Lee! Not one person classifies me with Kat or Hot Dog. I'm some godlike creature that swooped in from above to take the Fleet by storm. I'm an ex-pyramid player who got the CAG to give her private flying lessons. I got by-the-book Lee Adama to leave his responsibilities behind, and then when I return him to the Fleet, he's broken. I'm a fraking legend."
Lee didn't know what to say to that so he just poured them both a drink. "I can help with the names," he said after a few minutes.
"Huh?"
"I have stared at the names of pilots on flight schedules for hours on end. I won't forget the names. First, there was Flattop-" Kara spit some beer at him, and it hit him squarely on the leg. He fought the urge to yell and looked back up at her. "-who bought it on his thousandth landing. He was the reason you become a pilot. Then there was Chuckles."
Kara spit another stream of bear at him. This time it hit his chest, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Stop it already," Lee hissed, rubbing the wet spot. "Please, it's not funny." Kara took a quick sip, and Lee reached out to clamp a hand over her mouth before she could do more damage. "All right! It's not funny."
After quickly swallowing, Kara nibbled at the back of his fingers until he moved his hand away. She noticed that he didn't move to lean back into his chair again, but she chose not to dwell on that. It felt too nice to have him close. If she said something, he would definitely move away. "It is funny, Lee."
"No, it's not," he insisted, meeting her smile with one of his own.
"The President says that we're saving humanity for a bright, shiny future on Earth that you and I are never going to see, Lee." Kara could see his forehead begin to wrinkle in concern. "We're not. We go out over and over again. It's our job. It's our job to fight day in and day out until one day, one goddamn lucky day, some metal mother fraker is going to catch us and something's going to go wrong. Some little thing is going to be weighing on our mind and we're going to be distracted and-" Kara mouthed 'boom' before smiling with a shrug of the shoulders. "Blown away into oblivion."
Lee watched her for a moment before chuckling. "Bright, shiny futures are overrated, Kara."
"That's what I say." She reached across the table to grab the bottle and took a long drink. "That is why we have to get what we can right now."
Lee stole the bottle from her hands. "I'll drink to that. To right now." He lifted the bottle up to his lips and tried not to focus on the way Kara was intently watching him.
Kara's eyes roamed his face, finally settling on the small red line across his neck. Lee had been attacked while on his mission to investigate the Fleet's black market. He hadn't admitted anything happened, but Kara had been watching him too closely not to notice. For ten days now, ever since his return, he had been wearing either his dress blues or one of those combat jackets with the collar pushed up. The reason why was right in front of her face.
"Kara?"
His voice jolted her. He was staring at her with that damn worried look of his, and she suddenly felt the weight of her words. The world was at its end, and there was only so much happiness to be felt. "Why don't we, Lee?"
"Why don't we what?" he asked, afraid of the answer. She had a look in her eye he hadn't seen in months.
Kara wrapped her fist in his tanks and pulled him across the few inches still between them. Lee knew that he should fight her as she started doing things with her lips that he could have sworn he had only dreamed. It hadn't actually been like this before, had it?
Before he got the courage to push her off, they were out of their chairs, and he had her pressed onto the table. The bottle of alcohol clattered to the floor along with the two glasses. "Thanks gods for Colonial glass," Kara said against his lips as nothing broke upon impact with the floor.
Lee merely growled and ground his body hard into hers. He heard her groan as she felt him stiff against her. This was what he had been waiting for. Kara had made the first move. When this was over, she could only blame herself if blame was what she wanted.
Lee felt Kara's hands reach down to unbutton his pants, and his eyes went to the hatch door. He could have sworn there was a shift change coming up. Kara kicked off her boots, and he couldn't help but do the same. He pulled her to him again and spun their bodies to push her up against the wall. Kara winced upon impact, but Lee ignored it. Their lips met in another rough kiss.
Kara felt her face begin to burn against the stubble on Lee's chin. Obviously he hadn't expected to be doing this tonight. Her hands slipped into his loosened pants, and she let out a moan to match his as her hand wrapped around him. "Bunkroom?" he choked out.
"No time. Here."
"We can't," Lee said, his gaze shifting to the hatch again.
Kara sped up her strokes. "Lock it. Unless you can't tear yourself away from me?"
Lee took a deep breath before pulling her hand away from him. He stalked over to the hatch, stopping only to pick up an unused chair to jam underneath the handle to the hatch. A small turn of the round handle gave a satisfying thump. No one was getting in here until they said so.
"Aren't you going to come back?"
Kara's voice made him jump. He hadn't even realized he was still staring at the closed hatch. A ball of fear was starting to form in his stomach. He was fraking scared to death that whatever was about to happen would ruin everything. Kara hadn't made a choice yet. She hadn't told him it was him.
"Lee?"
It was the small pleading sound of her voice that made him turn. She was leaning against the wall right where he left her. She looked exactly the same, palms spread against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. The desire was still in her eyes. He was across the room before she could blink.
His hands wrenched her pants over her hips. As she was stepping out of them, he pulled his own tanks over his head and threw them to the side. His lips were on her neck immediately, and she could feel her knees go weak as his teasing turned to small nibbles and then one painfully pleasant bite.
She felt his fingertips inch her tanks up, and Kara decided it was time to get into the driver's seat. She pushed him away in order to unzip her sweatshirt and then rip her tanks over her head. Lee watched her with the same predatory look he had been given her since she first leaned in to kiss him. There was an irony to that move considering Kara had on the same damn Buccaneers jacket she had been wearing since Caprica. That thought quickly left Lee's mind as he realized she hadn't taken the time to put on a bra. His eyes went dark as he took in her bare skin.
Kara gasped as Lee finally reacted, picking her up off the ground and carrying her over to one of the tables. His dog tags teased across the naked skin of her chest, feather light kisses of metal on flesh. Her mind flashed back to the last time they had done this. It was a small shower stall in her Delphi apartment, and their dog tags had found the rhythm between them before their bodies did.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her back onto the table. She could feel how much he wanted her even through the heavy material of his cargos. Their lips crashed together violently as Kara did her best to hold on. She was crazy for doing this, but at the moment, she needed him. She needed Lee.
She hated the fact that his visits with that whore on Cloud Nine had been common knowledge to everyone but her. She hated that he was hurting so much that he had to stoop that low. Then again, she could understand. She hadn't been doing that much better. The past few weeks she had taken to picking out a specific man at the triad tables. She would remember all the manipulative tricks she had learned off her mother when she was younger, and before long, she would have the crewman or marine in an empty room, fraking her brains out.
Every time she came to the same conclusion. It didn't help. The faceless man could never be Lee. He could never make her truly forget.
The passion and rage currently rumbling between them told Kara that in the end, if it was what Lee wanted, she could figure out a way to forgive him for going elsewhere for comfort. She knew he would forgive her. A man wouldn't be looking at her the way he currently was if he still refused to forgive her.
His tongue teased around one of her nipples, already hard from the cold air of the break room, while his hand roughly kneaded with her other breast. All thoughts of fraking to feel flew out of her head. Kara bit down hard on her lip as they unconsciously ground their hips together. Lee's body felt foreign against hers. It had been so fraking long.
His tongue teased around one of her nipples, already hard from the cold air of the break room, while his hand roughly kneaded with her other breast. She bit down hard on her lip as they unconsciously ground their hips together. Lee's body felt foreign against hers. It had been so fraking long.
Lee's hand disappeared from her breast, and she was about to protest when she felt him push aside her panties to thrust a finger deep inside. It was so unexpected that she had to fight to keep from coming right on the spot. Instead, she shamelessly ground her body against his fingers.
"I want you so fraking much," Lee growled into her ear. "Every fraking second of every fraking day, all I think about is this."
Kara shivered, and Lee took it as an invitation. His hands ripped the last piece of clothing off her body, and he dropped down to his knees on the cold metal grating. She could feel him spread her legs wide before moving in to tease her with his lips. For a brief moment, she wondered where this aggressiveness had come from. Then, his tongue darted out to taste her and she forgot to how to think.
His hands pushed her legs even farther apart as his mouth continued to work her into a frenzy. She was suddenly glad that the hatch was locked as she couldn't help but let out a small whimper. That quickly turned into an all-out moan as he worked a finger inside her slowly.
A heat came over her, and she could feel her hands move to hold his head in place. She would die if he left her like this. "Oh gods," she panted. Lee pushed another finger inside of her, and she could feel them curling to touch just the right place. It was rough and quick, and it should have hurt, but she couldn't see past the bright red haze that was crowding her vision.
Her back came up off the table as the tension increased. Her body bucked against Lee's touch, and as her climax took over, she gripped his shoulders tightly. She screamed his name as he kept adding pressure and then taking it away so her orgasm never seemed to bottom out. Every nerve ending in her whole body was screaming out, and it was so good that it hurt.
When the tides inside herself finally did calm, Kara felt something wet beneath her fingers. She looked down to see her nails had claw jagged lines along both Lee's shoulders. "Oh frak," she managed to whisper. She was surprised she even had a voice left to speak.
Lee brushed her hands away as she went to rub the already swelling skin. "We're not done."
His firm tone made her pull her hands away. There was something about what they were doing that scared her even if she couldn't admit it. Kara could feel that fear wrapped up in his voice as he looked at her. She suddenly felt like a helpless prey, just sitting back and waiting for the predator to devour her.
Lee stared at her a moment before growling, "Remind me how it feels to be inside of you."
Kara bit back the fear and reached out to finish what she had started before. Ripping the fly to his pants open, she shoved every piece of clothing she could get her hands on down to the ground. Then, smiling, she laid herself back down onto the table and spread her legs, invitingly. It was brazen even for her, and they both knew that it was the alcohol doing the talking here.
Lee pressed his body down onto hers and without warning, entered her. She tightened around him instantly as he began to make deep, rhythmic strokes to the fast pace being kept by his heart. His vision blurred as all he could think about was having her. He had to possess her now.
"Slow down," Kara moaned as he continued to push himself deep inside of her.
"No," Lee growled, pushing into her even harder. That earned him a rough curse from the woman under him, but her legs tightened around his waist as she urged him on. His mouth latched onto her breast with a deep-seeded hunger. It wasn't enough. He wanted more. There was this desire to dominate her. He wanted to show this woman who had been playing such rough games with his heart that he could frak with her, too.
Kara felt Lee's arms come up behind his waist to unhook her legs. He withdrew himself from her body when he pushed himself off the table, and Kara wondered if she had missed something. Her body was right on the edge, and she knew he was, too. She was pretty sure she had done nothing wrong. "Lee?"
He pulled her up off the table only to turn her around and push her back down. She had barely a moment to clutch the end of the table as he entered her from behind. The pace was fast, almost like he was afraid she would stop him if he gave her a moment to breathe. She wasn't surprised to feel herself coming almost immediately. The angle he had on her body was perfect.
When her climax finally subsided, Lee was still pushing against her. His hands were on her waist, and she could feel the pressure of his fingers beginning to bruise her already. His movements were turning violent, and she tilted her body down to start meeting his thrusts. There was something primal between them that hadn't been there before, and Kara didn't want to let go.
Lee reached his hand down to massage her as he continued to drive into her. Her body was shaking beneath him, and for a brief second, he wished he could see her face. Then she was tightening around him again and he let himself release inside of her.
Their bodies both gave out as their climaxes faded, and together they slid to the floor.
It didn't take long for the feelings of guilt to overtake any sort of satisfaction Lee felt at possessing such a strong woman like Kara. He couldn't even look her in the eye as he got up to get their clothes. He handed her the tanks and pants he had ripped off of her body minutes earlier, and they dressed in silence.
Kara sat down on the table and watched Lee getting dressed. She could already feel the ache between her legs and knew she would be hung over and hurting in the morning. The part that scared her about that was knowing in her mind all that pain would be worth it. It didn't matter what the consequences were. She had just let Lee have complete control over her. He had dominated her. He had possessed her. She had liked it. The words were whispered before she could think better. "I don't even know who I am anymore."
Lee froze and looked over at her. She was staring at him wide-eyed. Her hair was a mess, and there were already bruises forming on her neck and arms. She looked used. He had used her. Not once had he said her name during that whole encounter. He hadn't even kissed her after those first few violent exchanges. It was no wonder she looked so lost.
He had told her a long time ago that she could trust him, and he had used that trust to crush her. He had used her theory about the temporary lives they lived in order to get himself laid. She was still trying to figure things out after the sudden reappearance of the man she loved, and he had turned that confusion into what he wanted.
He felt like a monster.
Kara was about to tell him how stupid she was being by keeping him at arm's length when all she wanted to do was be with him every second of every day. They were living on the edge. There weren't many days left. She shouldn't be putting her happiness on hold.
She was going to say all those things, but one look at his face held her back.
"I…" Lee choked on the apology. Nothing he could say would fix what he had done. Not knowing what else to do, Lee picked her sweatshirt up off the ground, handed it to her, and went over to open the hatch. He forced himself not to look back. He had caused her enough pain for the day.
Kara called out to Lee as he ripped open the hatch, but he either didn't hear her or chose not to respond. She had seen the look of disgust in his eyes, and it made her want to cry. She wasn't completely stupid. She knew he was using her body as a way to get release.
Then again, a little voice in her heart had told her that after it was over, he wouldn't leave. He would explain to her that he wanted her and wasn't going to let that go even if she was head over heels in love with Anders. She wanted the dominant side of Lee to say he was taking her and damn the consequences because he didn't care.
Instead, he walked away, leaving her alone on this table with no booze to comfort her.
Kara let the pounding in her head match the pounding in her heart as she stood up and made her way out of the break room. All she wanted was to go to the head and wash this feeling off her skin. It wasn't that she felt dirty. It was the knowledge she would let Lee do it all over again in a second that made her want to claw at her skin until the feeling went away.
He had been right to think her disgusting.