Friends with Benefits, by rayruz
Title: Friends with Benefits
remix author: rayruz
Summary: Where's the fun without a little risk?
Characters: Kara, Lee
Pairings: Kara/Lee
Rating: R
Warnings: N/A
beta-reader: thrace_adama
Title, Author and URL of original story: In The Hallway by sci_fi_shipper
Author Notes: AU after Resurrection Ship pt 2.
Kara dragged him around a corner and shoved Lee up against the bulkhead.
He protested. She knew he would. That was half the fun right there-the way his arguments died in his mouth when she dropped to her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth. Right in the middle of the frakking corridor, with the sound of footsteps echoing-people passing by just out of the line of sight-she could still make him lose that thick layer of control he wore around himself like body armor. It was the one thing she knew she could do without fail.
Forget the frat regs-forget decency-his hands just tangled in her hair, breathing ragged as he came hard into her mouth. She swallowed, stood, zipped up his pants, and headed off down the corridor before he had the presence of mind to say anything.
Later on, he found her in the ready room with her lips wrapped around a bottle of booze. “What the hell was that about, Starbuck?” he snapped, yanking the bottle from her hand mid-gulp. She allowed a little liquid to trickle from the corner of her mouth, down her chin. She didn’t bother to wipe it away, just reveled in the way his eyes flicked towards her mouth. His tongue darted out, sliding across his lower lip-the motion was subtle but it was there.
“What was what about, Captain?” She sat forward, reaching for the bottle, but he snatched it out of her arm’s reach.
“We nearly got caught today.”
Kara shoved herself out of her seat, stepping towards him, forcing him to step back. “C’mon, Lee, where’s the fun without a little risk?”
“A little risk?” he balked. “What you did out there today was completely and totally reckless!” A deep crinkle bisected his forehead as his eyes narrowed-angry yes, but something else as well, and she suddenly felt the urge to put space between them.
“We’re not talking about flying here, so quit talking like the CAG,” she snapped, pushing back from him.
He didn’t let her keep the distance. He crowded her back against the row of seats. “I am the CAG. And my top pilot and flight instructor is showing up to briefings and lessons hung over or just flat-out drunk, and now you’re pulling crap like you did in the hallway. What has gotten into you?”
She almost laughed. What’d gotten into her? Frak if she knew. Thinking hurt too much nowadays anyway. Hence all the drinking. She’d been out of her mind for a while now, and she didn’t even know why she started this-whatever this was. Sometime after Lee’s spacewalk, she’d grown so frakking sick of the way he just kept going through the motions of being alive that she just wanted to see him frakking react to something for once.
Opportunity presented itself when she’d found him showering when there was no one else in the head. Frakking him senseless had seemed like a good idea at the time. It must’ve been, because they kept it up. Good thing too, because sometimes the ability to make him lose it was the only thing she was sure of anymore. With her pilots dying left and right, the burn of alcohol and the feeling of skin on skin was the only thing keeping her from losing her mind-just barely.
She was about to open her mouth, tell him that if he didn’t want to frak anymore that was fine by her, that she could get along with her right hand just fine, but before she could, his hand came up to cup her face. The dangerous glint in his eye softened into concern-concern, gods he was actually worried about her. The realization made the words die on her tongue.
When she realized he was looking into her eyes, she quickly averted her gaze. Kara didn’t need to be looking in a mirror to know they were bloodshot as hell.
“What’s going on with you, Kara?” he asked, his body pressing closer to hers. To her own surprise, she didn’t feel the need to push him away this time. Maybe the booze was getting to her, but she wanted him closer.
“Nothing.” She shrugged.
A moment of silence stretched between them, before Lee tilted his head and leaned in. His lips locked with hers-soft, tender, lingering. Not the kind of kiss you gave someone you were frakking for the hell of it. Her hands fluttered uncertainly at her side, before settling on his arms as she leaned in to him.
Mind lost? Check.
She broke the kiss, sucking in air like she couldn’t get enough of it. His hands were still on her face, keeping her there, and his eyes locked on hers again. This wasn’t part of the deal, not that there was a deal in the first place.
“I just want you to know, if there’s anything you want to talk about, anything you want to get off your chest-”
“Then you’re here for me,” she finished for him. “Yeah, yeah, I know this speech. You’re my friend, you…” she trailed off, remembering this part from the last time. She ignored the strange pang in her gut at the thought, and covered with a scoff. “I heard this before. You need some new material.” She smirked; pushed him back, but he caught her by the wrist.
His eyes fixed on hers, searching-like if he looked hard enough he could just see what the problem was. She saw him swallow; open his mouth to start to talk, and she knew she didn’t want to hear what he had to say. She surged forward, sealing her mouth hard over his-relentless, trapping his face between her hands. She didn’t stop until she felt every bit of resistance drain out of him.
“You’re…you’re not getting off so easy,” he said, trying to catch his breath. “There’s still the matter of the little…risk you took in the hallway this morning.”
His voice dropped as he spoke and Kara felt a shudder rush through her. “What’re you going to do about that, sir?”
This was better, she thought after Lee’d backed her into one of the chairs and was on his knees in front of her. She shut her eyes tight, head tipping back as a moan escaped her throat. She could handle this-lords, the man worked wonders with his fingers and tongue. He was her friend-her friend that she happened to be frakking. Anything else was off limits. With her kiss of death track record, she couldn’t risk it.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, though, she heard her own voice. Where’s the fun without a little risk?
remix author: rayruz
Summary: Where's the fun without a little risk?
Characters: Kara, Lee
Pairings: Kara/Lee
Rating: R
Warnings: N/A
beta-reader: thrace_adama
Title, Author and URL of original story: In The Hallway by sci_fi_shipper
Author Notes: AU after Resurrection Ship pt 2.
Kara dragged him around a corner and shoved Lee up against the bulkhead.
He protested. She knew he would. That was half the fun right there-the way his arguments died in his mouth when she dropped to her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth. Right in the middle of the frakking corridor, with the sound of footsteps echoing-people passing by just out of the line of sight-she could still make him lose that thick layer of control he wore around himself like body armor. It was the one thing she knew she could do without fail.
Forget the frat regs-forget decency-his hands just tangled in her hair, breathing ragged as he came hard into her mouth. She swallowed, stood, zipped up his pants, and headed off down the corridor before he had the presence of mind to say anything.
Later on, he found her in the ready room with her lips wrapped around a bottle of booze. “What the hell was that about, Starbuck?” he snapped, yanking the bottle from her hand mid-gulp. She allowed a little liquid to trickle from the corner of her mouth, down her chin. She didn’t bother to wipe it away, just reveled in the way his eyes flicked towards her mouth. His tongue darted out, sliding across his lower lip-the motion was subtle but it was there.
“What was what about, Captain?” She sat forward, reaching for the bottle, but he snatched it out of her arm’s reach.
“We nearly got caught today.”
Kara shoved herself out of her seat, stepping towards him, forcing him to step back. “C’mon, Lee, where’s the fun without a little risk?”
“A little risk?” he balked. “What you did out there today was completely and totally reckless!” A deep crinkle bisected his forehead as his eyes narrowed-angry yes, but something else as well, and she suddenly felt the urge to put space between them.
“We’re not talking about flying here, so quit talking like the CAG,” she snapped, pushing back from him.
He didn’t let her keep the distance. He crowded her back against the row of seats. “I am the CAG. And my top pilot and flight instructor is showing up to briefings and lessons hung over or just flat-out drunk, and now you’re pulling crap like you did in the hallway. What has gotten into you?”
She almost laughed. What’d gotten into her? Frak if she knew. Thinking hurt too much nowadays anyway. Hence all the drinking. She’d been out of her mind for a while now, and she didn’t even know why she started this-whatever this was. Sometime after Lee’s spacewalk, she’d grown so frakking sick of the way he just kept going through the motions of being alive that she just wanted to see him frakking react to something for once.
Opportunity presented itself when she’d found him showering when there was no one else in the head. Frakking him senseless had seemed like a good idea at the time. It must’ve been, because they kept it up. Good thing too, because sometimes the ability to make him lose it was the only thing she was sure of anymore. With her pilots dying left and right, the burn of alcohol and the feeling of skin on skin was the only thing keeping her from losing her mind-just barely.
She was about to open her mouth, tell him that if he didn’t want to frak anymore that was fine by her, that she could get along with her right hand just fine, but before she could, his hand came up to cup her face. The dangerous glint in his eye softened into concern-concern, gods he was actually worried about her. The realization made the words die on her tongue.
When she realized he was looking into her eyes, she quickly averted her gaze. Kara didn’t need to be looking in a mirror to know they were bloodshot as hell.
“What’s going on with you, Kara?” he asked, his body pressing closer to hers. To her own surprise, she didn’t feel the need to push him away this time. Maybe the booze was getting to her, but she wanted him closer.
“Nothing.” She shrugged.
A moment of silence stretched between them, before Lee tilted his head and leaned in. His lips locked with hers-soft, tender, lingering. Not the kind of kiss you gave someone you were frakking for the hell of it. Her hands fluttered uncertainly at her side, before settling on his arms as she leaned in to him.
Mind lost? Check.
She broke the kiss, sucking in air like she couldn’t get enough of it. His hands were still on her face, keeping her there, and his eyes locked on hers again. This wasn’t part of the deal, not that there was a deal in the first place.
“I just want you to know, if there’s anything you want to talk about, anything you want to get off your chest-”
“Then you’re here for me,” she finished for him. “Yeah, yeah, I know this speech. You’re my friend, you…” she trailed off, remembering this part from the last time. She ignored the strange pang in her gut at the thought, and covered with a scoff. “I heard this before. You need some new material.” She smirked; pushed him back, but he caught her by the wrist.
His eyes fixed on hers, searching-like if he looked hard enough he could just see what the problem was. She saw him swallow; open his mouth to start to talk, and she knew she didn’t want to hear what he had to say. She surged forward, sealing her mouth hard over his-relentless, trapping his face between her hands. She didn’t stop until she felt every bit of resistance drain out of him.
“You’re…you’re not getting off so easy,” he said, trying to catch his breath. “There’s still the matter of the little…risk you took in the hallway this morning.”
His voice dropped as he spoke and Kara felt a shudder rush through her. “What’re you going to do about that, sir?”
This was better, she thought after Lee’d backed her into one of the chairs and was on his knees in front of her. She shut her eyes tight, head tipping back as a moan escaped her throat. She could handle this-lords, the man worked wonders with his fingers and tongue. He was her friend-her friend that she happened to be frakking. Anything else was off limits. With her kiss of death track record, she couldn’t risk it.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, though, she heard her own voice. Where’s the fun without a little risk?