He only vaguely registered the hatch opening but a moment later, the sarcastic comment had his undivided attention. "Frak me, don't tell me I have to call you sir and salute you again, do I?"
He gave Kara a smirk as she crossed the room to stand at his side, "Reporting as ordered, Major." He had to wonder how she could make addressing him by rank sound both condescending and like the promise of everything he could every want.
He looked to his pilots, "Take a break guys, go get yourselves some chow and be back at Nineteen-hundred. I'll catch Starbuck up." He stared hard into Showboat's eyes when she smirked, his message was clear, 'don't you dare.' He could hear her thinking 'wear her out is closer to the truth' very clearly, even as she led the other two out.
However, after Steve and Noel had left, Marcia paused at the hatch and smirked, "I'll just hit the lock on my way out, so you can 'brief' her, sir." She pressed a key on the hatch before she left and it closed and locked behind her with a hiss of hydraulics.
Lee finally turned and faced Kara fully and she gave him a grin, "What a difference a day makes."
The tension within him broke at that moment and he laughed. "Who knew that by copying your crazy-assed antics that I'd land a promotion?"
"I certainly didn't, I was at the ECO station after Stinger chucked me out of the cockpit and when he said it was the Blackbird I was pretty sure you were going to be spending the rest of your days in the brig." She grinned smugly, "Not to mention that I felt extremely upstaged."
He shrugged, "Imitation is the highest form of flattery, Starbuck."
She shook her head emphatically, "I disagree, and I can think of one thing that would make me feel more flattered and you did give us two full hours locked up in here, all alone." Each word was dripping in wicked promise and she punctuated it all with a wink and a pout of her lips.
Lee responded to her suggestive tone and wink by stepping into her personal space, "Right here?"
She smirked, "This place is too clean, it could stand for to get dirty. What better way than a little groping? You may be Cain's CAG, but you're still my bitch."
His hand found her cheek of its own accord, "Kara-"
She cut off his words with her own, "I've missed you, you know? I mean for the first time since the Delphi museum, I don't have you nearby. It doesn't help that Tigh's been grumbling that Cain made you CAG to turn you against the Old Man."
Lee let out a chuckle, "He honestly thinks that? It's one part melodrama and one part insulting. Like a bad soap opera on CapNet. What's next; you get amnesia and Racetrack is secretly carrying Karl's baby? It's as bad as Stinger whispering that I'm only the CAG 'cause I've been-" He coughed and felt heat in his face as he flushed, "'Servicing' Admiral Cain."
She grinned widely, "Well, you are, aren't you?"
He folded his arms over his chest and adopted an offended expression, "Of course, how do you think I got the job? But he doesn't need to go around broadcasting it. I suppose I don't blame him, Stinger's led these pilots through an impossible situation and I pull off a crazy and insubordinate stunt and get his job as a result."
She nodded, "At the same time, if he's talking shit behind your back, you'll have to do something. You're the CAG now; you have to set an example."
He nodded, "What do you suggest?"
By taking a step forward, she did interesting things to Lee's ability to think of anything but her, "Well, since you're taking pages out of my playbook, I'd just walk into the rec room haul Stinger to his feet and knock some teeth down his throat. But, that's not your style, so just bust his rank and shove him in the back seat of a bus until he shuts up." She took one of his hands in hers and grinned as she inspected his fingers casually, "So, you brought me for CAG advice and to ravish me, anything else?"
He swallowed at the word "ravish" and tried to clear his mind, it was becoming harder to accomplish with the heat spreading through his body from their joined hands. "I need your help planning a strike operation."
"A strike on the fleet and that unknown ship? We still don't have proper intel on it yet."
He nodded, "The Admiral feels that we'll have no choice but to destroy it. Which is true of course, I was talking with her this morning and…" He trailed off, puzzled by the way her face suddenly closed off and her eyes became stormy, "Kara?"
She scowled and dropped his hand, "Morning chats with Admiral Cain, eh? Is this the same Admiral who ordered Sharon raped and tortured, the same Admiral who's got Tyrol and Karl in hack awaiting bullets in the brain?"
He felt his own face twist into a scowl and his voice was icy, "This is the same Admiral Cain who's led her crew through six months of hell without any sort of relief or support from a fleet. She's been all alone, I know that doesn't excuse her actions but-"
"Are you frakking with me? Sharon, Karl and Galen are your friends!"
"I know! Don't you dare think I'm not trying to help them but the fact is, she's in command of the Fleet. I think we've all forgot that we were in the military these last few months. We need to put this Cylon fleet out of commission, that's the only thing we can be concerned with right now. After that; Roslin, the Old Man and the Admiral will settle everything else. The President and my dad won't let Helo and the Chief be executed or let Sharon be attacked again."
He turned around and picked up the newly minted model of the Unidentified Ship and held it up between them, "But the Admiral said one thing we all have to agree on; whatever this ship's function is, if the Cylons are protecting it we can't let a chance to destroy it go by." He sighed and put the model down then gripped the edge of the table and closed his eyes before he spoke more gently. "I'm sorry Kara, and you are right about one thing for certain. Cain did something horrible to Sharon and I am mad about that, but I'm in a really tight spot here. There's what she did to Sharon and ordering Karl and Galen's execution, and being prepared to shoot down my father's ship and they make me so angry at her.
"At the same time; she's promoted me and put me in a viper again when my father wouldn't 'cause he feared I'd run back to the Colonies, she put a huge amount of trust in me by naming me her CAG and…" he blew out a breath and continued, "She promised me we'd go back to Caprica. I think I've made a deal with a devil, but if it means I can save the people we've left behind?" He realized that while he was talking, Kara's chin had come to a rest on his right shoulder and she'd pried his hand from the table and wrapped it in both her hands. "What am I supposed to do?"
With a fluid grace, she was between him and the table she squeezed his hand in hers as she captured his lips in hers but before he could do much about it she pulled away and pressed her forehead against his. "Whatever happens in the next few days, you remember one thing; I've got your back. Whatever is happening on this ship and between Cain and the Commander, you're right in the middle of it now intentionally or accidentally and that means I'm in it too. I happen to believe that there's not much in the universe that can take on Starbuck and Apollo." She finished with a smug expression.
He felt a matching arrogant smirk pull at his lips and his eyebrow quirk, "Apollo and Starbuck."
She pushed him back a step and placed her fists on her hips, "The bitch does not get top billing."
He growled and returned to his position and pressed her against the table, "I'm not the bitch."
She inhaled deeply and he groaned when her breasts pressed against his chest, "Prove it."
With the gauntlet down, Lee attacked her mouth with his while his hands gripped her hips and lifted her onto the map table. Kara's hands came up and captured his face as her legs came around and her heels dug into the meat of his ass to urge him on. Her hands slid down his fingers down his throat, leaving a trail of heat along his skin, deft fingers slid beneath the fabric of his collar then pushed within his tunic until she'd forced it from his shoulders, bunching the material at his elbows.
The heavy feeling of cloth weighing on his arms brought him back to reality. With reluctance, he tore his mouth from Kara's. She was undeterred and trailed her tongue along his jaw before she bit lightly on his ear, "Kara…"
She cooed gently in his ear, "Lee." Her tone made his mind blank for just a moment, a moment where Kara reclaimed his mouth and slipped her tongue out to trace his lips. On instinct his lips parted and his tongue sought out hers.
He pushed her back and as he started to climb onto the table the combination of his tunic pulling on his arms and his hand hitting a model of the blackbird brought reality back to him. He tore his mouth from hers again and managed to say, "Kara, not here…"
Her hands were pulling at the buttons of her own tunic and she left a long kiss on his pulse point before she said, "Yeah right… I'm not doing this in the bunk room, Lee."
While he protested he still managed to pull an arm out of his sleeve and his fingers dove underneath her tanks to be scorched by the soft skin of her stomach, his mind blanked again, "The CAG…" He panted, "Has private quarters on Pegasus…"
She paused and her eyes fluttered open, "Oh?" She smirked and tangled a finger in his dog tags, "Bed?"
He nodded dumbly then stuttered out, "Big one."
She pushed him and his reflexes, dulled from her ministrations, managed to keep him from toppling to the floor, barely. With grace and poise that made him furious, Kara found the deck and buttoned her tunic back up looking far more composed than Lee felt. Then she grabbed his tunic and pulled it back on his left arm then up onto his shoulders. That was how Lee noticed the subtle tremor in her hands and the heat that was radiating off her. She was super-heating them both.
He had to close his eyes and count to five… then ten before his hands stopped shaking long enough for him to button up and tuck in then lead her out of Ops Planning at a brisk clip. Hanging a left towards the bunks he must have cast an interesting picture to passers-by. He was stalking down the hall in such a way that it looked like restrained sprinting. He came upon a hatch marked; "3-B-14. Maj. L. Adama. Commander Air Group." He swiped his id card and the hatch parted in front of him.
He took a step to the side and ushered Kara inside then he followed her. His hand slapped the control panel on the wall and the hatch closed and locked with a hiss. Kara barely had time to turn before he was on her, his mouth clamped over hers as his hands clamped on her biceps with bruising force.
Kara stumbled in surprise and surrendered to Lee's momentum until they collapsed on the bed. Their uniforms went flying to all corners of the small room in the next few minutes as they were each trying desperately to get to the other's flesh. Lee reached her tanks and gripped them with both hands and pushed them up, his tongue trailing by an inch. He ushered a pleased sort of groaning sigh out of her while she tangled her fingers in his hair to urge him on. When he reached her running bra his fingers slid under the fabric of her tanks so he could keep pushing her tanks up while he ran reverent hands over her breasts.
Finally she lifted her arms and head so he could get rid of the offending garments then she impatiently gripped her bra and pulled it off and sent it flying, he was vaguely aware of the smack it made as it hit a wall.
Her hands found his chest and she pushed him upright, she then yanked his tanks up until they were over his head and off. She then pressed kisses against his stomach and chest, pausing to bite a particularly sensitive patch of flesh along his collarbone. He groaned in response and she soothed the spot with a kiss before she took a handful of his hair and yanked his lips down to meet hers.
She pulled him down on top of her and scissored her legs around his hips and moaned at the feel of Lee's length digging into her. Only two pieces of cloth separated them now, he began to grind against her. She answered his thrusts and her back arched, pressing against him and increasing the friction. She released his hair and clutched his back, her fingertips dug almost painfully into his flesh and Lee felt a surge of pleasure burn through him.
Sweat broke out on his entire body and suddenly the cloth between them was too much. He tore his mouth from hers and grunted, "Underwear-"
Kara nodded and panted out, "Off." Her heels came loose and despite protests from every inch of his flesh, Lee got off of Kara and tore at his boxers and yanked them down, catching the waist-band somewhat painfully on a very stiff part of his anatomy. Kara had kicked her feet up to push her briefs off of her, he couldn't wait any longer so he dove through the triangle she'd created ushering a wicked cackle from her, "Impatient?"
He gripped his member in his right hand and without a word of warning plunged into her. Kara gasped out, "Yes!" She then arched up and attacked his shoulder with her teeth. The sharp surge of pain and the feeling of being inside her was a rush that urged Lee on even more. He planted his left hand on the bed to hold himself up while his right ran along her rib cage until he'd cupped her breast in his hand. She responded with a growl from the back of her throat.
She clutched at his back with her hands while she dug her heels into the back of his thighs, spurring him on. He buried his nose in her throat and drove on while panting her name against her skin. His hand left her breast and traveled along slick skin and squeezed between him to find her clit. When he did, she lived up to her call-sign and bucked against him, moaning in his ear. "Oh Gods, Lee… So good…"
He knew that the clock was now running, she was too hot, too tight and she felt way too good for him not to be on borrowed time. He'd tried to do jump calculations in his head or imagine Colonel Tigh in an embrace with Doc Cottle but his thoughts would not leave Kara and the feel of her body against him. All his senses were telling him different things about her, the smell of her arousal, the sight of her flushed skin, the slick feel of her against and around him and the mewling sounds she was making in his ear, his tongue had even snaked out from time to time to get the salty taste of her skin.
He was too close and he tried to warn her only for the words to come out as, "Karrrrr…"
She arched into him as she cried his name, "Oh Gods Lee…" She shook against him and it became too much for him. He tried to speak, to put together words but nothing came, she whispered into his ear, giving him permission to break, "I know Lee." His entire body tensed and he felt himself come undone within her.
His hips locked and he felt a quiver race down his spine into her. He shuddered and pulled in a gasping breath as they lay together on the bed. He rolled onto his side and tried to ignore Kara's self-satisfied smirk. "Good work Lee; I can see why the Admiral promoted you."
"Blow me, Kara." It was clear he wasn't at his best yet.
Her smirk became even more pronounced as she said, "Gods Lee, it hasn't even been a minute, I'm not a machine." She sighed and smiled at him then propped her cheek up on her hand, "I hate to frak and run Lee, but we'll have to head back to Ops Planning soon."
He grinned, "Great, and now I feel cheap and tawdry. You probably won't even respect me in the morning."
She gave a wink then stroked his chest idly with her free hand, "I didn't respect you before."
"At least there's that." She sat up and pulled her briefs back on, "And the view is nice."
"C'mon Lee, Showboat and the others will be waiting." She stood up on shaky legs then began the process of gathering her clothes while Lee sat up with a resigned sigh and joined her in gathering his uniform and getting dressed.
End Part