Title: Thousand – Epsilon Sentence Ficlet
Author: Monti
Date: December 13, 2007
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lee/Kara
Word Count: 2075
Category: Drama/Romance
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Author's Note: Just wanted to try some thing a little different so I pulled out the sentence sets.
Summary: Earth is found…Lee and Kara hook up permanently…but it's not all wine and roses.
07 – Thousand
If they lived to be a thousand, they'd still find reasons to argue…and they wouldn't have it any other way.
THOUSAND
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Lee slammed the door behind him but purposefully stopped himself from stomping down the stairs. He wasn't five, dammit.
And he was NOT having a temper tantrum.
Unlike someone else who just lobbed at least five pillows at his head before he left the room.
Padding across the floor in his bare feet, he entered the kitchen to methodically begin clearing the remnants of last night's Thai take-out. Mentally ticking off Kara's many faults, each word forcefully punctuated as the food cartons were vehemently tossed in the trash bin.
She's the single most stubborn…vexing…obstinate…woman in the universe.
Moving to the sink, he went to rinse the glasses and silverware, turning the water on with too much pressure so it splashed up and sluiced down his bare chest. He didn't stop to wipe it off…instead he kept the running dialog going while stowing the items in the dishwasher.
Would it kill her to try and see things from his point of view? Just once?
Snagging the sponge, he wiped down the counters then moved to the table to scrub the already clean surface, still working through his frustrated anger.
A discussion might be nice before accepting a job…a dangerous one at that? But does she bother?
Nope.
And she wondered why he was pissed.
Frak.
Lee sent the sponge sailing across the kitchen to land with a satisfying plop in the sink. With the room cleared so was the worst of his irritation.
Moving over to the counter again, he made coffee…finding the simple ritual helped settle his mind even further. Pouring the water, grinding the beans, spooning them into the filter, hitting the 'on' button…all mundane tasks, but soothing nonetheless.
After a sleepless night, the fresh aroma wafting from the pot perked up his tired brain, enabling him to think more clearly. Something he hadn't been able to do after Kara dropped her bombshell. Was the fact she'd waited until the celebratory dinner and mind-blowing sex were over supposed to be a good thing?
At this point, he had no idea. Five years they'd been together and she still threw him into tailspins when he least expected it.
Five years.
Time flew.
Propping his hips against the counter, Lee's mind focused on his accomplishment.
He passed the bar exam…after working his ass off for four years. He jumped at the chance to become an advocate when Romo approached him, suggesting they learn all they could about their new home's legal system. There was a definite need for people like them to bridge the gap between the Colonial structure and Earth's many forms of international law.
He wasn't done yet. There were still certifications he needed, but the hardest part was over. He could argue cases now instead of having to sit passively, offering counsel secondhand, which was an exercise in annoyance.
Kara was remarkable at keeping him centered when he felt like he'd bitten off more than he could chew. And then some. On the days he felt like he met himself coming as he was going out the door she reminded him of the importance of the journey, not just the destination. Hadn't they learned that the hard way?
With each new hurdle she stood by him, propping him up when he wasn't sure he could keep going anymore. And she did it while maintaining her own rigorous schedule as a consultant for the US military contractors who were trying to find a way to mass-produce Vipers. The project was at a standstill with lack of funding and Kara was tired of waiting for the good stuff…flying the test prototypes.
She'd been grounded for five years and Kara wanted to fly. Really fly. She had the quals…a side benefit to her consulting gig was access to anything the US had to offer. What she didn't have was time…there was never enough of it in the sky.
Hence their current dilemma. Now that Lee was finally able to slow down and actually spend some quality time with her, she took a position with a private security company that flew covert missions, primarily into political hot spots. And she thought he'd be okay with that?
Well, he wasn't okay, dammit.
Why couldn't they just kick back and maybe relax…you know…just this once? If Kara wanted to fly, couldn't she go with commercial airplanes, or even air freighters? No…she wanted risky missions that could get her killed. At least he came home every night…she wouldn't be able to say the same if she was jetting off halfway around the planet.
Gods, the voice in his head sounded whiny…even to him.
Maybe he was five.
This was something that had Kara excited. Something she really wanted to do. She loved consulting but hated the red tape and endless waiting for Congress to play its political games. She knew how important it was for him to take a shot at the legal process…knew how much he loved it. Could he really hold her back from something she loved as much?
The question answered itself as the final sputtering gurgles indicated the coffee was finished brewing. Flying was her passion just as the law was now his. Kara needed to get back to what she did best…pull it out of the fire while the iron was still hot.
And he'd be right here waiting every time she came home.
All the frustration, hurt and anger dissolved while he poured two steaming mugs of the freshly brewed liquid. Picking them up, he made his way back up the stairs feeling a little sheepish at how quickly his reaction had pushed them into a full blown argument, complete with flying pillows and a slammed door, which was now cracked open.
Glancing down the hallway, he noticed the bathroom mirror was steamy. With a mug in each hand, he used his foot to nudge the door open and swallowed hard. Kara was making the bed…naked…except for a towel wrapped around her hair. Looking up, she caught the look on his face and straightened, gauging the atmosphere. She didn't say anything…didn't have to…knowing instinctively he was now onboard with her decision.
Coming to a stop in front of Lee, she smiled as she took one of the mugs, closing her eyes as the aroma hit her. Bringing the cup to her lips, she watched him, blowing across the surface before risking a long sip of the fortifying brew. He doubted it would be sexy to anyone else but him, but gods, it was. Lips quirking appreciatively, he took a bracing gulp from his own mug letting his eyes close in satisfaction.
When he opened them, Kara's lips were curved wickedly as she placed her mug on the dresser. Doing the same with Lee's, it freed his hands to cup her face…his fingertips working under the edge of the towel loosening it until it fell to the floor. He leaned in to kiss her as she hooked a finger in the waistband of his jeans, tugging him toward the bed, undoing the buttons of his fly on the way. Bumping up against the edge brought her breasts into contact with his chest and she gasped breaking the kiss. Dropping his hands, he helped her push his jeans out of the way then unable to resist he snagged her lips again.
Tumbling onto the recently made bed, they set to work at messing it up, moving over the surface in a tangle of jumbled limbs and roving hands. Kara wriggled her way out from under Lee leaving a trail of burning kisses wherever her lips brushed along his skin. Maneuvering him onto his back she licked and nipped her way down his torso before settling between his legs. Rising up on her knees, she shot him a sultry look making his cock twitch with anticipation. Wrapping her palm around it she slid her hand up and down the length while leaning forward and drawing it to her mouth.
Her tongue darted out swirling over the tip, leaving a moist trail that made it easy for her lips to close over the smooth skin. Teasing with her fingers and tongue, engrossed in what she was doing, she didn't pause until Lee's hands were urging her to stop so he could participate more fully. Hooking his hands under her shoulders, he hauled her up to straddle his torso while his hands slid to cup her breasts. Brushing his thumbs over the nipples, he lifted his head so his lips and tongue could alternate between the puckered tips.
A shudder ripped through her as his head dropped back against the pillows and the naked need in her eyes took his breath away. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, fingers digging in as her hips bucked urgently against his. Holding her gaze, he smoothed his hands down her sides coming to rest on her hipbone. Gently pushing her back until she rose up far enough for him to slide inside with exquisite smoothness. Letting out a long, deep groan, Lee didn't think anything would ever compare the feel of entering her.
Kara settled into a slow rocking rhythm, keeping her eyes fixed on his. "I love you. Always." Placing her hands on his chest, she let her nails rake over taut skin before curling her fingers to meet her palms.
Lee couldn't do more than whisper her name, but the love he felt for her shined brightly in his eyes. His skin tingled hotly wherever it contacted with hers. Her right hand was resting atop his heart and he felt it skip a beat as his breath caught in his throat. The wanton desire in her eyes created a raw need in him that almost spiraled out of control, but he couldn't, wouldn't look away.
Kara kept the pace slow and sensual, letting the pressure build gradually…the thrum of anticipation making every sensation more intense. Dropping his palms to her thighs, his thumbs met at her clit to make slow, circular motions kicking the friction up a notch.
Kara moaned her pleasure, but kept her eyes locked with his, losing herself in the silent communication from his soul to hers. Her speed didn't alter, but her hips pressed harder pulling him deeper into her warm heat. He responded by thrusting upwards, feeling her tighten around his cock with each slow penetration.
Kara's hands went to his shoulders and her eyes slid closed. Maintaining the sensual slowness, she met him push for push until the shuddering climax clutched at her, sending him over the edge his rasping breaths mixing with her guttural moans. The pleasure he experienced drawing out, lingering as Kara hovered between the clench and release as she rode out the wave to completion. Collapsing against his chest, she exhaled with a satisfied sigh, still shivering with tremors of reaction.
Spent himself, he wrapped his arms around her, one hand smoothing down her back while the other traveled up to gently massage her scalp. When Kara slid sideways but burrowed close, Lee had a moment of clarity. It wasn't just the danger of her work that had him concerned…it was fear that the risk and excitement would be more satisfying than life with him. He knew better…or at least he should have.
The past had been good at teaching them how not to do things.
Turning toward her, he caught her watching him with that knowing look, as if she'd just read his mind. Grinning, he realized she didn't have to see inside his head to know what he was thinking. Leaning forward she kissed him, telling him without words that she would always come home.
And he didn't doubt it.
Reaching out, he grabbed the comforter from the edge of the bed and pulled it up over them. While he waited for Kara to get comfortable, he had another epiphany. He and Kara weren't an average couple…they couldn't be after what they'd lived through. They both had strong opinions and ideas and they could spend a lifetime fighting and making up, but it would never detract from the deep love or respect they had between them. With Kara wrapped around him, Lee settled back into the pillows after pressing a kiss on her forehead. Letting sleep claim him, his last thought was that if they lived to be a thousand, they'd still find reasons to argue…and they wouldn't have it any other way.
Life was good.
FIN
Crossposted to LJ: mlsky