Chapter Seventeen

I hate him, Jessica thought, clutching the blanket up to her chin as the tears streamed down her cheeks. IhatehimIhatehimIhatehim! She pulled her legs up to her chest and turned to stare at the wall that separated her from Lee.

Lee and the woman he was with right now, the woman that wasn't Jessica.

She'd been about to drift off to sleep when she heard Lee's door open and his drunken laughter mixed with that of a high pitched giggle.

Jessica wiped furiously at her cheeks. Frakking bastard! She was not gonna shed tears over that…that…Gods it hurts so bad… She hiccupped on a sob.

Then the moaning started. Jessica squeezed her eyes and clamped her hands over her ears but she knew it would do no good.

The walls were sound proof and yet she heard everything.

And felt everything. That was definitely the worst part. She knew in vivid detail exactly what was happening in that other room because her body was still tuned in to Lee's. Having his hands on her, Jessica still felt the effects of Lee's own desire. Though she had halted it, he'd gone and found someone (she thanked the Gods she couldn't see who) to give it free reign.

"Do I really need to listen to this?" Jessica seethed upwards to whatever Gods were listening.

And, Oh God, her body was starting to stir once again. Her nerve endings practically crackled, full of Lee's desire and her own.

She ran her fingers along the wall, seeing the curves of Lee's broad shoulder and back. She traced the line of his arm but stopped at his hand which was cradling the other woman's face. He settled between her legs and Jessica felt the warmth of Lee's body covering her own. Jessica shook her head, not wanting this fantasy/reality to continue on, knowing everything she was feeling, Lee was doing to some nameless woman at the same time.

But her body was aching, demanding that she bring it relief. Jessica turned on her back, trying to ignore the building sensations in her being.

Not going to happen. She thought firmly, clenching her fists so hard, her nails dug into her palms.

Then she felt Lee push into the woman and Jessica went very still, her breath sucked out of her body. She clamped her legs shut. Dear God, Gods, Elves or Fairies, who ever the hell is up there, don't do this to me! She rested her fist on her belly. Her fingers itched to trail down and follow the path of Lee's movements. But she couldn't. Surely she had more pride than this? To lower herself to imagining his touch as a substitute for the real thing.

No, she didn't. She could feel Lee's hot breath against her/the woman's neck and his shaft burning inside of her. So real her body was spasming and clutching at the imagined soft steel of his cock. Her moist folds were rubbing in exquisite detail against a body that wasn't there.

Jessica's fingers had a mind of their own and reached down to stroke her swollen damp flesh in time to Lee's movements. She could feel him…feel him driving hard and fast.

A distant part of her, further back then the heartache felt a small triumphant relief. It would be better when they did it. When she and Lee finally made love, it would be so much more powerful than this mere physical relief. She held on to that, tried to reach back and grab that certainty as her body began to tremble with coming release.

Lee quickened his thrusts, grabbing on to the woman's thighs and lifting them higher and wider. The woman was screaming her pleasure and Jessica fought to block out the jealousy that burned in her. But it stabbed through her like Lee's shaft, hard and insistent.

Then past the woman's cries she could hear Lee. His sounds of pleasure filled her ears. Jessica reached back with one hand and grabbed the pillow beneath her head, her fingers clutching it desperately as she came. She bit her lip to stifle her own cry of orgasm as she felt Lee reach his own climax.

She almost missed him groaning out her name.

Her name! Not whoever he was with, but hers.

Jessica blinked in the darkness of the room, her dizzy mess of nerves clouding her mind. Had she heard it? Or imagined it, so deep in her fantasy?

Then she heard yelling and Jessica jumped at the hard thump against Lee's wall. It was followed by another and another. Someone was throwing things.

"You frakking jerk!" Jessica heard the woman's voice loud enough that Jessica's special sense wasn't really necessary.

Another thump.

"Who the frak is Jessica?"

"Alright, enough is enough," Jessica threw back the blanket, letting her anger and frustration propel her back into her robe and out the door. She was too driven by pure frustration over Lee's denial of his feelings for her to let herself happily dwell on the fact that he had cried out her name while with another woman.

She was still too hurt about the 'other woman' part of the event.

Jessica knocked furiously on Lee's door. He opened door and stared down at her in surprise and she saw the guilt flicker in his eyes briefly before he pushed it aside. Then he clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at her. His face was still slightly damp and his bare chest was flushed. Jessica felt a brief moment of embarrassment wondering if her own face reflected what she had done.

Then behind Lee, Jessica spotted the woman, a tall, leggy redhead who stood with her black tight mini-dress held up against her naked body.

Jessica grit her teeth, imagining Lee's hands on this woman. "Get out," Jessica hissed, trembling.

"Excuse me? Who the frak are you?" the woman, Katya asked insolently.

"I'm going to be his wife," Jessica insisted, holding on to her temper by a very thin thread.

Katya turned to Lee, her blue eyes wide with indignation. "You're engaged? You mother-frakker!"

Before Lee could protest, Katya smacked him hard across the face. He cupped his cheek in disbelief and then the angry look Lee gave Jessica most likely matched her own.

"Is your name Jessica?" Katya asked turning away from both of them to slip her dress back on. "I sure as hell hope it is because she's the one he wants and if that isn't you, you'd be making a huge mistake getting hitched to this one."

With that, Katya stormed out of the room, leaving the two of them alone, stewing in their mutual anger.

Lee moved first. He grabbed Jessica by her arm and pulled her to him. "What the hell was that?"

"Get your hands off me!" Jessica said, her voice low and seething as she tried to pull out of his grasp. "I'm not interested in her sloppy seconds."

"Not so fast. What the hell did you think you were doing bursting in here? You had your chance, Jess. Too late the play the jealous shrew," Lee growled against her face. She could still smell the liquor on his breath.

"You're not worth it," Jessica shot back, feeling her heart break all over again. "Don't worry, I won't bother you again. Message received, okay? Go ahead and frak who ever you want. We're nothing to each other right?" She finally managed to break free of his grip. Jessica walked dejectedly back towards his door, her feet heavy from the sorrow in her heart. She heard Lee sigh and open his mouth to apologize. Her pride was too battered to let him make it. She pulled open the door and stopped. "I will never, ever forgive you for this, Lee Adama. Not ever," Jessica burst, fighting the burn of renewed tears before forcing herself to walk out.