RUNAWAY BRIDE(GROOM): Pt 5
What should have happened on Lee & Dee's wedding day...
Kara froze where she stood, her jaw agape, like an idiot. She could only stare in disbelief as Lee slowly licked the blood off his lip.
"I see you haven't lost your touch, Starbuck."
A million things she wanted to say-- like "What are you doing here?" and "You're the damn most beautiful sight I've ever seen"--they were stuck in her throat like a log jam. The only thing she was able to say was "Uh..."
It was a damn rare thing, to see Kara at a loss for words. That's good. That's very good. A sexy, wolf-like smile crept onto his face. "But it seems you've lost your tongue." He closed the distance between them, grabbed onto her face with both hands and pulled her into rough but gentle kiss
She didn't respond for a moment, but little by little, as the shock wore off, he felt her body melt into his, her mouth softening with each dizzying brush of his lips. Oh Gods! So good! He heard her breath quicken as he found her errant tongue, joining it with his own. When he felt her hands slipping down his back and onto his rear, hot blood rushed from head to toe, washing away the ice water that had been stagnating in his veins. Oh my Gods! An eternity seemed to pass before the need for air forced him to pull away. When Kara's eyes finally fluttered open, her first coherent words were, "What happened to you?", touching the large bump on his forehead.
"Ow! I've been banging my head against the sink, trying to get you off my mind."
"Did it work?", she asked softly, with just a small hint of her trademark smirk on her face.
"No, damn you! It just made it clear that you're stuck in there permanently!"
"Oh Lee, I'm so–"
"No! No more 'sorrys!'" He tugged impatiently at the tips of his blood-stained left glove with his teeth, before yanking it off and tossing it aside. "I'm sick of 'sorrys'!" He whipped off the other glove. "You know what sick of even more? Living without you. I'm constantly pissed off at you when I'm with you, but I'm dead inside without." His ceremonial sash joined his gloves on the deck. "I'm the Commander of the Pegasus, with a thousand men and women under my command who have no absolutely no idea just how frakking insane their C.O. is right now, because he's trying to regain a piece of his heart." The familiar look of wanting to run away was flickering in Kara's eyes, but he could tell she was willing herself to really listen to him, to not–for once– hide from what they felt. Lee knew that it was taking all her strength to do that for him, so he quietly slipped one hand into hers, while the other cupped her chin. "Why did you come back, Kara? Was it really to wish me well? Did you really want me to be happy with somebody I didn't love?"
Kara stood for a moment, closing her eyes, willing herself to say the things she wanted to say. When she opened them, she gazed directly into him, squeezing his hand. "When I got the invitation from your dad, I thought that maybe, you might have forgiven me a little."
"Actually, he went over my head. I had no idea until Ana told me."
"Figures. So I came, knowing I couldn't bear to watch you give yourself to her–"
"I know the feeling."
Kara faltered for a second at that comment, but continued, "So I only planned to stop by and see you beforehand. I didn't mean to break down like that. Just seeing you reminded me of how much I loved you, and how much I frakked up our friendship, and our chance at becoming something more. I didn't come intending to get a second–" She gave a soft snort. "–A hundredth chance..."
His hand slid from her chin to her other hand. "Well, you've got it."
The smile she gave him was one that he'd never seen before. Not a Starbuck smile. Not the cocky "I win!" triad smile, or the hard one she gave him when she was biting her tongue. It was...different, hard to describe. Loved? Open-hearted? That's it. Open-hearted...
"I want to make one thing clear though, Kara." He pulled her hands to his lips and kissed them. "If you take off on me again...if you even dare try to hide from me, I swear I will hunt you down myself and strangle you with my bare hands."
The Starbuck smile made it's reappearance. "I'd like to see you try, Sir."
"Oh? Are you going to start calling me that again? 'Cause it sounds good coming from you."
"As if!"
"I can think of ways of making you say 'Sir'..." His lips made a trail down her neck.
"Dream on.", she riposted, but was only half into it, as he was starting to hit the sweet spot. Ooooh, he remembered...
"Say 'Yes, Sir.'" His breath was lingering there, making her nipples start to stand on end.
"You wish."
"Say it." The sensation of a gentle bite caused her knees to buckle.
"Nice try–Oh!"
"Say it." Alternating a brush of his clever tongue with ghostly kiss.
"Gods!"
"Say it!" Another not so gentle bite. A tremor shooting straight down to her pelvic region.
"Oh, Gods!".
"Say it!"
"OOOOOOHHHH LEE!"
"Nice, but not what I ordered! Say it now, Captain!"
Her mind and mouth couldn't connect for a second, as she was experiencing one of the most intense orgasms in her life.
"UH! OH! OH! Ooohhhhh...Mmmm...Yessss, Sssir."
He held her close as she came down from her high, feeling that missing piece of his heart had, finally, clicked back into place. He was also feeling something else–a tightness in his groin.
Kara took notice. She wanted to return the favor, to make him scream as loudly as she had, but something was bugging her. She had to ask, if only to seal the deal.
"Lee, I know you've made your feelings, ah, very clear, but before we take this further, I gotta ask. Do you really want to do this to Dee?"
His lovely, intense blue eyes bore into hers for a moment, until he huskily spoke the three words she most wanted to hear.
"Frak the bitch!"
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At that very moment, Sledgehammer was relating to Trigger how he was going to impress Specialist Tregonis on their next date ("She loves Sylvian Skies. Thanks, buddy."), when Major Agathon strode towards them. They saluted sharply before Helo got to point and turned to Trigger. "Have you seen Commander Adama, Soldier?"
"Yes, Sir! He came by about fifteen minutes ago to use the head. Stayed in there for a while, and then left."
"Did you see where he went?"
"He went in the direction of the elevators, Sir."
Shit! "Did he seem...odd?"
"Now that you mentioned it, Sir, he was muttering something to himself as he was leaving."
"What was it?"
"Uh, something about getting what he wanted."
"It was 'Focus on what you want", Sir", Sledgehammer contributed.
Oh, Gods, no! Apollo may have been ready to walk down the aisle with Dee, but he knew all too well that what he really wanted was a certain blonde pilot, who was most likely waiting for a shuttle in the Hanger Bay.
"You!" he pointed to Sledgehammer. "Come with me to the Hanger Bay. You!", directing his attention at Trigger, "You'll relay a message from me to the Admiral in the Observation Deck."
Sledgehammer mentally shook his head at Trigger. The poor bastard.
