WHTMT - chapter 23
Sorry for the delay everyone. I usually try to get a chapter up every week, but I got a little sidetracked with things last week. Thanks for being patient. :)ooooooooooooooooooooooo
Lee kissed her slowly, savouring every inch of her mouth as his fingers twined in her hair. His blood boiled in his veins and he wanted nothing more than to enter her as quickly as possible but he was determined to take her as slowly as he could.
The tension between them had grown exponentially in the few days since they'd declared their love for one another and the desire to consummate it had been almost unbearable for Lee. But he'd waited, knowing she had to be the one to initiate things.
She'd climbed into bed with him a little while earlier that night and had snuggled up like usual. Then out of nowhere her hand had begun to stroke his bare chest, the fine hairs tickling her fingers. She'd let her fingers explore a little further and began to take deep breaths, drinking in the very masculine scent of him. It was one she was all-too familiar with, having found it intoxicating since the first time she'd been close enough to smell him.
"Make love to me," she'd whispered and Lee had had to lift up his head and look her in the eyes to know whether she really meant it or not.
She had, and had kissed him - not wildly and passionately like the last time they'd nearly made love, but with sincere love and desire. Lee responded, lips firmly planting themselves on hers as his fingers came up to cup her head and pull her closer.
Their mouths opened and she slipped her tongue into his, delicately probing his tongue till he groaned with pleasure. He shifted uncomfortably at the pressure in his shorts.
His other hand slipped off her back and came up to her face, softly tucking stray strands of golden hair behind her ear.
"Are you sure you want this?" he whispered.
She slid her hand up his chest and along his jawline, now prickly with stubble, to cup his cheek.
"I've never wanted anything more," she whispered, leaning over to kiss him, much more insistently this time.
As their bodies tangled, Lee felt the baby moving within her. He felt a pang of jealousy then tried to imagine it being his baby in order to quell it. He rolled her onto her side gently and slowly slid her oversize tank off, fingers exploring her creamy-white skin on their way up.
He stopped moving and drank in his fill of her, eyes taking in the swollen breasts and hardened red nipples. They were much darker than usual - he knew, he'd seen her naked in the head often enough.
He cupped her left breast and squeezed gently, thumb stroking the nipple till she moaned and broke out in goosebumps. He lowered his head and drew it into his mouth, sucking gently till, suddenly, he was surprised by the few drops of milky liquid emanating from it. He pulled back, a little startled, and she looked down to see what was stopping him.
Her eyes widened slightly as she touched the nipple gingerly and saw a few more drops appear.
Lee smiled shyly. "Can't be too much longer now, can it?"
"It's almost two months away still," she whispered.
"Well, I guess your body's getting ready already."
"Guess so." It was barely even a whisper.
Lee could feel her discomfort talking about it and sought for a way to distract her.
He slid up and kissed her on the lips gently, then started a trail down her neck, kissing every inch of skin, though skipping the nipples this time. Her breathing became heavier and she grabbed his head with one hand, twining her fingers in the short, spiky hair.
He worked his way across her stomach, his hand stroking her swollen belly in counterpoint to his lips tickling. She began to squirm and her free hand flew down to her underwear and began to tug it down.
"Let me," Lee whispered huskily, linking his fingers in the waistband and gently pulling them down. Most of his fantasies had involved undressing her but he'd honestly never thought it would happen in reality. He'd have to rethink his fantasies somewhat though, as she'd never been pregnant in any of them and he couldn't be doing things as roughly as he'd always imagined doing them.
After removing her underwear, he slipped his own off, giving a groan of pleasure at the sudden freedom.
Kara moaned as his fingers touched her centre gently and her hips began to thrust against him as he parted her damp folds and began to work a slow but steady rhythm.
Before long she was panting and then she suddenly stiffened and began to shake as her orgasm took hold of her.
"Lee ... oh Lee," she moaned, body bucking hard as her legs clutched his hand tightly.
Eventually she stilled and her muscles loosened, allowing him to take his hand away. He leaned up and kissed her lips, tasting the salt where she'd began to sweat under his ministrations.
"Gods that felt good," she murmured, body sated temporarily. The smell and feel of Lee's body so close was making the pitch of her desire rise quickly though, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she was ready for him again.
"I'm glad," he murmured back, kissing her cheek and hairline on his way to nibbling on her ear.
"It's been so long ..." she said, eyes closing in pleasure.
"Then let's fix that, shall we?"
He climbed over her gingerly and tucked himself in behind her, one hand tracing over her hip. In this position it was almost possible to believe she wasn't pregnant - she still had that luscious curve at her waistline that he'd always loved. He stroked it almost with reverence and allowed his hand to drift upwards along her side to her breast.
She arched back into him and he pushed her hair aside to nibble on the back of her neck, body unconsciously pressing hard against her.
She shivered at the feel of him against her buttocks and began to shift until he was at her opening.
He groaned, feeling the wetness enveloping him as he pressed closer against her.
"Now," she whispered, one arm sliding back over him to grip his buttocks and pull him closer.
He gently pushed her thighs a little further apart and entered her slowly, her warmth and tightness nearly making him come right then and there. An involuntary cry escaped his lips before he could stop it. She felt as wonderful as he'd always imagined she would.
He'd never have admitted it at the time - would probably rather have died - but every time he made love to Dee, it had been Kara he fantasized about. Dee had been an attractive, nice woman but she hadn't made his heart race and his blood catch fire the way Kara always had. Even in the times he hated her, he wanted her. Not just for his own satisfaction, but because he wanted them to feel what it was like to fly together, knowing instinctively that their bodies' dance would be as exhilarating and beautiful as it was in the sky in their vipers. He had wanted more than anything to share this intimacy with her, but since she'd always been elusive and unavailable, he'd had to make do with poor substitutes.
She moved against him, creating a rhythm that was good for her, judging by the small whimpers escaping from her. He fell into the same rhythm and his moans echoed her whimpers.
He breathed carefully, slowly, trying to calm himself enough to give her the pleasure he'd always wanted to before succumbing himself. Fortunately he didn't have to try too hard as she was already very close.
She moaned loudly and bit her lip, trying to hold off just a little longer, the anticipation of orgasm nearly as good as the real thing. Soon it overwhelmed her though, and she gave an incoherent cry as her body began to spasm.
Lee's world began to spin. He'd imagined her throbbing around him as he'd held himself in hand, but it wasn't anything like the real thing. Ripples of pleasure washed over him and he felt himself draw close to the edge.
Her body began to slow it's wild bucking so Lee slipped his hand off her hip and began to stroke her in firm circles.
She moaned his name a few times as her body renewed it's insistent pulsing, orgasm drawing out longer and longer.
Lee cried out her name and squeezed his eyes shut as he came, releasing everything deep inside her.
"Kara ... oh Kara," he whispered over and over as their bodies slowed and finally stilled completely.
She relaxed against him, panting as she tried to regain her breath. Small beads of sweat appeared at her hairline and Lee kissed her delicately there, tasting her saltiness.
They lay still for a few minutes, not moving, not talking, till Kara felt him slide out of her. She turned over and buried herself in the crook of his arm, feeling more comfortable and at peace than she had in ... well, as long as she could remember.
Lee brushed the sweaty hair off her forehead and gave her a loving kiss on the top of her head.
"I love you," he whispered.
"And I love you," she whispered back, sliding an arm across his chest and pulling him close.
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Adama was a man who took risks. Usually calculated ones but sometimes he pulled a 'Starbuck' and flew by the seat of his pants.
This was not one of those times.
In fact this was a time for caution. Extreme caution if his gut hunch was correct.
He'd been in CIC when the call had come through. Spike, one of the transfers from the Pegasus, had called in after being missing for five days. Everyone in CIC had applauded, relieved that he and his ship were still intact. But Adama's gut told him something was wrong. There were no low undertones to his voice. That didn't bode well - it meant he was scared, no matter how normal he was trying to sound.
He'd given the okay for landing, but he'd also discreetly arranged for security to be present, and he himself had decided to head down to the hangar bay to meet it.
His hunch had proved right.
Spike emerged from the Raptor as the hatch hissed open, covered in blood, face white as a ghost. How he'd even managed to land the bird in such a state was amazing.
She came out next. Sharon. Boomer... the cylon he'd befriended who'd tried to kill him.
Adama felt a rush of revulsion mixed with curiosity at how she'd managed to survive and find her way here.
All the guns were pointed at her, cocked and ready to fire. Six out of the eight marines had been present on Galactica when her former incarnation had shot Adama, and the others had been thoroughly briefed on all known cylons.
"So, we meet again," he said dryly. "Or are you a different version than the last time?"
"I"m Sharon Valerii," she said in a small voice. "Please don't shoot. I'm here with a warning." She raised her arms up in surrender.
"What kind of warning?" Adama asked warily.
"A warning for Kara."
His heart began to pound.
"Escort it down to the brig," he ordered coldly. "Put it in the cell vacated by the last one."
The irony was too much for one of the marines who stifled a giggle.
"You have a problem with that?" Adama barked at him.
"No sir," he said quickly, face paling.
"Do it then. I'll meet you there shortly."
They saluted and two of them grabbed her arms and began to walk.
"Don't do this! I need to talk to Kara! I need to warn her! Please let me talk to her!" Sharon pleaded, turning wide, dark eyes to Adama.
"You'll get your chance," he growled. "Now go."
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Kara was just brushing the tangles out of her freshly-washed hair when there was a knock at the hatch.
Lee pulled on his dress jacket and moved to answer, still buttoning it as the door swung open.
"Dad," he said, surprised. It wasn't often that his father visited the CAG's office - usually the meetings took place in more formal areas.
"Lee," Adama acknowledged him. "Where's Kara?"
"In the bathroom getting ready. Our shift doesn't begin for another twenty minutes yet." Lee's browed knit together. He could read his father well enough to know that something was wrong.
"What is it dad?" he asked hesitantly.
"I need you both to come with me."
Kara popped her head out of the bathroom, disturbed by the tone in the Admiral's voice.
"What's wrong sir?" she asked, walking out to join them.
"We've got a visitor who says she needs to speak with you," he answered, putting an arm around Kara's shoulders. "I want you to be strong. This could be rather disturbing."
Kara's heart fluttered nervously. It had to be bad if the Admiral was asking her to be strong - he knew, probably better than anyone, just how strong she was.
They walked in silence down to the brig. Adama opened the hatch and ushered them inside.
"Oh gods," Kara cried out, a hand flying to cover her mouth as she paled. Lee put an arm around her waist to steady her.
Sharon/Boomer stared at her intensely. "They're coming for your baby Kara. You have to get away from here."
TBC