[fic] Liberation
Liberation (lee/kara, academy, pgish - there's kissing with tongue)for medie's kissage drabble-a-thon.
SO I was supposed to be doing math and this sort of kind of makes no sense because she's half off the bed but lee has big muscles that can support, and that's the story I'm sticking to.
He’s reading a textbook when she enters his room, although barges in would be a more accurate description. Military Involvement in Political Uprising on Sagittarron, which she knows isn’t on any class reading list and that Lee decided it would be fun to bunk up with a textbook, alternatively used to cure insomnia, for the evening.
She crosses the room to block his light and he exhales loudly before he looks at her. He’s pouting and glaring and looks absolutely ridiculous in all the right ways. It makes her remember that creeping feeling in her stomach. The one that seems to be making appearances around Lee, of all people, lately. “Come on drama queen, I can think of a dozen of ways to help you sleep before resorting to this relic and believe me, I wouldn’t make you read it.”
“Kara just because you don’t care to understand the material-
He stops because the look on her face is telling him she’s not having it, any of it. And he may be top of the class, but she doesn’t give a frak, because no matter what he says she’s still dragging him with her.
He learned a long time ago not to fight a determined Kara Thrace because he’d end up out with her anyways, or being woken up in the middle of the night to bail her out.
She does let him bookmark his page and figures for that he should be grateful.
They’re both drunk when they get back to his room. Not outrageously drunk, but they do have some trouble reaching his bed.
“And to think you wanted to spend the night reading about riots in Aerelon. Gods Lee.”
“Sagittarron.” He says seriously and very slowly like he’s trying to pronounce each letter, and she’s laughing at him or at least louder then before.
“You’re lying. Lee Adama, you are the worst liar in all the twelve colonies.”
"Well you, Kara Thrace, are a lush.” He mutters and reaches to grab his textbook off the floor.
He falls off the bed with no grace whatsoever, but he's able to grab his textbook and say, “See.”
Only he says it too loud because she’s right there, hanging off the bed watching him. There’s a look in her eyes he doesn’t entirely recognize and a flipping feeling in his stomach that is all too familiar. Bright eyes and full lips and Kara leans off the bed to kiss him.
The kiss is slow and warm and nothing he expected Kara to be, which is teeth and tongue and sharp edges. Not that he has ever thought about kissing her, much.
“You’re still a lush,” A little breathless and she laughs again, it's always again with them, from where her face is resting against his neck.
“And you’re a liar.” She says unevenly, but it doesn't stop her from kissing him againandagainandagainandagain.
In the morning she calls him a liar in line at the mess and he can’t help but smile wide and call her a lush.
SO I was supposed to be doing math and this sort of kind of makes no sense because she's half off the bed but lee has big muscles that can support, and that's the story I'm sticking to.
He’s reading a textbook when she enters his room, although barges in would be a more accurate description. Military Involvement in Political Uprising on Sagittarron, which she knows isn’t on any class reading list and that Lee decided it would be fun to bunk up with a textbook, alternatively used to cure insomnia, for the evening.
She crosses the room to block his light and he exhales loudly before he looks at her. He’s pouting and glaring and looks absolutely ridiculous in all the right ways. It makes her remember that creeping feeling in her stomach. The one that seems to be making appearances around Lee, of all people, lately. “Come on drama queen, I can think of a dozen of ways to help you sleep before resorting to this relic and believe me, I wouldn’t make you read it.”
“Kara just because you don’t care to understand the material-
He stops because the look on her face is telling him she’s not having it, any of it. And he may be top of the class, but she doesn’t give a frak, because no matter what he says she’s still dragging him with her.
He learned a long time ago not to fight a determined Kara Thrace because he’d end up out with her anyways, or being woken up in the middle of the night to bail her out.
She does let him bookmark his page and figures for that he should be grateful.
They’re both drunk when they get back to his room. Not outrageously drunk, but they do have some trouble reaching his bed.
“And to think you wanted to spend the night reading about riots in Aerelon. Gods Lee.”
“Sagittarron.” He says seriously and very slowly like he’s trying to pronounce each letter, and she’s laughing at him or at least louder then before.
“You’re lying. Lee Adama, you are the worst liar in all the twelve colonies.”
"Well you, Kara Thrace, are a lush.” He mutters and reaches to grab his textbook off the floor.
He falls off the bed with no grace whatsoever, but he's able to grab his textbook and say, “See.”
Only he says it too loud because she’s right there, hanging off the bed watching him. There’s a look in her eyes he doesn’t entirely recognize and a flipping feeling in his stomach that is all too familiar. Bright eyes and full lips and Kara leans off the bed to kiss him.
The kiss is slow and warm and nothing he expected Kara to be, which is teeth and tongue and sharp edges. Not that he has ever thought about kissing her, much.
“You’re still a lush,” A little breathless and she laughs again, it's always again with them, from where her face is resting against his neck.
“And you’re a liar.” She says unevenly, but it doesn't stop her from kissing him againandagainandagainandagain.
In the morning she calls him a liar in line at the mess and he can’t help but smile wide and call her a lush.