Title: Motion – Epsilon Sentence Fic
Author: Monti
Date: July 12, 2007
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lee/Kara
Word Count: 305
Category: Action
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Season 1 and 2?
Author's Note: Just wanted to try some thing a little different so I pulled out the sentence sets.
Additional Note: Kara's point of view. Set after Kobol's Last Gleaming and Kara's return to the fleet.
MOTION
The quick punch-jab-shuffle rhythm coming from across the gym is what drew her attention. Kara loved a good bout and she was finished with her workout so she made her way over. And she could tell it was going to be fun to watch…because whoever was in the ring…they weren't holding back.
Approaching the squared off area, her breath hitched…her pulse leapt…hell, her heart skipped a beat when she discovered who was boxing.
Lee.
With the old man…who was holding his own…not that she expected less from the elder Adama. She'd spent hours listening to him talk about impromptu matches aboard the freighter he and Tigh used to haul for. Her CO had chops.
But Lee?
Lee fought by the numbers. Technically. Mechanically. No heart. No heat. It was why the old man usually won.
Except now?
Form and function met passionate intensity.
The bunch and flex of muscle under his skin with each jab…
…the measured shuffle of his feet keeping time with a rhythmic cadence…
…accented by the rapid-fire thud of leather hitting skin as his gloves found their mark…
…all mixed up with the staccato breath sounds when each connection was made or absorbed.
He's poetry in motion, she thought as she watched him move through the sparring match with his father.
Nothing wasted. Every movement was fluid as Lee gave his all…fighting with controlled precision tempered by instinctive reaction. Slowly and methodically, he chipped away at Adama's defenses, making surprise moves that caught his father off guard. Intuitively, he blocked and made shots he'd never been able to pull off before.
Lee finally sparred the way he should in the ring, the way he fought on the outside. Holding nothing back. Using sheer instinct. Going full out until the old man was winded and worn before stopping the bout.
He was magnificent.
Not that she'd ever tell him that. Once was enough.
But damn, he was a pleasure to watch.
FIN