BSG Fic: The anniversary (K/L/R, NC-17)
Title : The Anniversary
Author : Helen C.
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Before the story begins, there's a party (and booze). When the story begins, there's Kara, Lee and Racetrack in a deserted barrack. Need I say more?
Spoilers : Everything aired so far is fair game. The rest is mostly speculation.
Pairing : Lee/Kara/Racetrack
Disclaimer : The characters and the universe were created and are owned by Ronald D. Moore and Universal Television Studios to name but a few. No money is being made. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AN. PWP. Kinky. Crack.
AN2. Written for elzed (she knows why). Many thanks to joey51 for beta'ing this!
The Anniversary
Helen C.
There's a party outside-with booze and laughter, loud music and dancing. In the last few days, everyone has come back here-to the place where they first landed on the planet-leaving the various settlements they built all over the continent (five so far, but it's bound to become more as they start feeling safer).
The barracks are deserted. Chances are, only Lee, Kara and Racetrack are missing the party-a celebration of the first anniversary of their arrival on New Earth.
New Earth, new hope, new beginning.
And so much death on the way that Lee doesn't feel like partying with the others. Not even if the gods seem to finally be on their side, not even if they're at peace and the Cylons have gone, not even if the building of a new colony is going faster than expected, not even if Laura's visions of a once-again thriving Colonial society finally seem within their reach.
Instead, he's lying on a bed-the first one they stumbled upon when they entered the barrack-and Kara's straddling him, a glint in her eyes and a coy smile forming at the corners of her mouth.
She can't get over Sam being a Cylon and he can't get over his father's death but they sure as hell can frak like there's no tomorrow, and every time they see each other (which isn't very often, since they don't live on the same side of the continent), that's exactly what they do.
Business as usual.
Racetrack's presence isn't so usual.
Lee should probably be more concerned than he is about that but he's drunk enough that he doesn't give a damn. He and Racetrack are already naked, their clothes scattered across the floor, and the time when things such as ranks mattered is long gone anyway.
"You still with us, Mister President?" Kara asks.
"I'm not the President anymore," he points out. "There have been two Presidents since me."
And then, the Quorum all but dissolved a few months after they reached New Earth. There are so few of them left that twelve representatives and a President seemed like overkill. They needed a leader more than they needed a Quorum. Helo stepped up to the plate when no one else could, or would.
"Lee?" Kara calls.
He looks up at her. "Yeah."
"You're not going to fall asleep on us, are you?" she asks, her tone amused and threatening and damn, he loves this woman so much that it hurts.
"Who's sleeping?" he replies, his voice growing thicker with each word as she trails her nails down his chest, to his waist, and then lower.
He tries to shift, to reach out to her and gods, he wants to touch her, wants to take off her top and kiss her breasts and lick her nipples until she sighs-that sigh only he gets to hear, when she's so far gone that she doesn't censor herself-but Racetrack is holding his hands pinned to the mattress above his head. She seems to be fighting a smile, and Lee asks, "What's funny?"
She shakes her head. "It's just that... we used to wonder what it would be like, you two, in bed, but I never thought..."
She trails off and Lee tries very hard to keep his mind from going where it wants to go. He'd rather not think about his sex life being the subject of locker room talk.
"Don't tell me you're surprised," Racetrack adds, and Lee sees that Kara is looking a little wide-eyed.
Their eyes meet and suddenly, it's all Lee can do not to burst out laughing. Kara bites down on her lower lip-frak, she's hot-and Lee looks back at Racetrack. "Didn't expect to get a front row seat?" he asks.
"Well..."
Then, Racetrack and Kara share a look and Lee starts getting nervous again. "Ladies..." he starts.
"Always the gentleman," Kara sighs. "Even in bed with two women."
Another undecipherable look passes between them. "It was mostly you," Racetrack says, looking down at him. Then, she faces Kara and adds, "No offense, Starbuck. But..."
Kara has a dangerous smile. "Oh, I understand," she says. "Frakker's twenty kinds of hot, isn't he?"
Both women look down at him and he suddenly has a hard time swallowing past the nervous lump in his throat. He reflexively tries to sit up but both Racetrack and Starbuck are pinning him down, taking their time looking at him.
He can't remember ever feeling so much on display.
He can't remember ever being harder either.
Then, as if they had been reading each other's minds, Racetrack releases her grip on his wrists and positions herself over him, lowering herself on his mouth just as Kara takes him in her mouth and he lets out a muffled moan.
He keeps his arms over his head and grabs the bedsheets between his fists.
Racetrack moves a little, reminding him of his duties and he licks her clit, squirming a little as Kara's tongue runs up and down his cock, teasing him and then drawing back, waiting a few seconds before starting again.
He raises his hips from the bed every time she releases him, silently pleading with her, his tongue buried inside Racetrack. He barely registers that her breathing is getting ragged and she's talking under her breath, too low for him to hear.
Then, Racetrack lets out a strangled, "Frak," and Kara takes him in her mouth again and this time she doesn't withdraw, just keeps licking his cock and he's squeezing the sheets so hard his hands hurt, and then he's coming, his scream lost under Racetrack's legs. He feels her shuddering, hears her cry out as Kara sits back.
Then, he lies there, panting, as Racetrack moves away and flops bonelessly on the bed, next to him.
"Hey," Racetrack says, when they've all recovered.
"What?" Lee asks lazily, staring at the ceiling.
"Know what I noticed?"
When nothing comes, he leans up on an elbow to look at her. "What?"
"Starbuck's still dressed," she says.
Starbuck is also looking at them both with a smug smile.
Lee shrugs. "Give me five," he replies. "Then, we'll do something about that."
"Promises, flyboy. Always promises," Kara says.
*
Half an hour later, Kara is the one on her back on the bed, Racetrack straddling her and playing with her nipples, rubbing them and pinching them as Kara bites back her moans and tries not to squirm-Lee knows the tension in her body well enough to see that it's taking a lot of her self-control to keep still.
He spreads Kara's legs and kneels between them, smiling to himself. He made a quick dash to the party a few minutes earlier, just long enough to grab a few ice cubes from one of the portable freezing units they're using as improvised freezers, before running back to the barracks. Everyone was drunk enough or busy enough that he doesn't think he was spotted-not that it matters either way.
He takes the first cube between slightly shaking fingers and, without warning, sets it on Kara's belly at navel level, and starts drawing circles on her skin, watching the involuntary quiver of the muscles as the circles grow wider.
He thinks he sees her right leg twitch and smiles. Racetrack shoots him a look over her shoulder before bending down and taking Kara's left nipple between her teeth, grazing softly at the skin.
Lee sets the quickly melting ice cube on Kara's navel and leaves it there, then takes another one and trails the inside of her leg with it, from knee to mid-thigh. This time, the tensing of her muscles is unmistakable.
He thinks he hears her mutter something like, "Frakking tease," so he applies the same treatment to her other leg.
Racetrack has stopped and is looking at him, and he gestures for her to go on. She leans down and kisses Kara, and the sight is so hot-and so ridiculously like every self-respecting man's dream come true-that Lee takes a moment to enjoy the view.
Then, Kara lifts her foot and kicks him blindly, getting him in the side, reminding him that patience has never been her strong suit.
For that, he takes another ice cube and brings it to her clit, holding it there.
She stays still for an impressively long time, then he hears a groan-thankfully muffled by Racetrack's kiss-as she tries to move away.
His hand just follows every move she makes, holding the ice in place. To make it even more difficult for her-because Starbuck likes challenges, and he likes reminding her of that when they're in bed-he slips a finger inside her, then another.
She stills and he hears her moan again, louder this time. Her legs are rigid, muscles tense as she resists the urge to dislodge him, close her legs and escape the cold.
She's breathing fast, her chest and belly rising with each breath. Racetrack draws back and looks at Lee, smiling.
Then, they hear voices just outside the barrack-not close enough to worry them, and Lee locked the door when he came back with the ice anyway, but close enough that they can make out a few words about the party and the upcoming summer.
Close enough that whoever is outside will be sure to hear Kara if she makes noise.
He takes his fingers out of Kara. "Hold her hands," he tells Racetrack.
Kara raises her head to look at him. "What-?" she starts.
He smiles. "One last one," he says. "For the road."
She starts closing her legs reflexively when she understand what he's going to do but he doesn't give her time to finish moving. He takes hold of the thickest ice cube he can find and slips it inside her, pushing it in so she can't get rid of it by moving around.
Her head falls back to the bed and he sees her throat working, teeth clenched, to hold back her cries. Her hips rise from the bed, her feet digging in the mattress and he sees that Racetrack has a hard time keeping her arms still.
He's holding Kara's legs apart, making sure he doesn't hurt her but not allowing her to close them. After a while, her body seems to adjust and she stops struggling so fiercely so he decides to make things interesting again ; he rubs his thumb against her clit, before slipping a finger back inside her. He finds the ice cube and pushes it a little deeper before drawing it back a little, shifting it around as it melts.
Kara's moaning between clenched teeth and the voices outside seem to be getting closer, so Lee takes pity on her and nods at Racetrack, who puts a hand on Kara's mouth, muffling the sound when she cries out so that she doesn't attract the attention of the people outside.
Lee keeps playing with the ice cube inside Kara, noting that it's melting relatively fast now. He adds a finger, and with his other hand pinches her clit then rubs it soothingly.
He feels Kara's muscles straining against his fingers and her hips raise from the bed, once, then twice, and she cries out again, Racetrack's hand still on her mouth.
"Frakker," is the first thing she says when she catches her breath. Then, she breathes in deeply and adds, "Damn."
Racetrack says, "You're welcome."
Lee lifts her leg and kisses her knee.
"Don't think being cute gets you off the hook," Kara says. "I'll get my revenge."
Of that, he's sure.
Then, she raises her head to meet his gaze.
"You know, I think Racetrack deserves a reward," she says. "We've barely allowed her to play so far."
"Ah, but isn't being in bed with the two of us reward enough?" he asks. "After all, she's been wondering what it would be like for some time, now."
Racetrack looks both bemused and worried, and starts to talk, but Kara speaks first-as she often does. "Do you want her to go spread the word that we're selfish in bed?"
"No," Lee admits. "Not really."
Kara's eyes fall to his lap and he's so hard just from watching her come that it's bordering on the uncomfortable. "Up and at them, Apollo," she says. She hasn't called him that in months-no one has-and it feels so right that he can't fight a smile.
*
Soon enough, Kara is kneeling in front of Racetrack, licking her clit while Lee cups Racetrack's breasts from behind, kissing her neck and her shoulders.
Racetrack leans on him as Kara goes deeper, and as Lee fingers her nipples more insistently, pinching and twisting them mercilessly until she tries to escape the pressure, and he holds her in place until she says, "Gods," then releases them and rubs them soothingly.
"I could get used to this," Racetrack mutters, her last words before Kara and Lee guide her to the bed, and Lee positions himself between her legs and she raises her hips to meet him. He enters her looking at Kara, and holds Kara's gaze all the while, until Racetrack comes with a strangled yell a few seconds before he does.
*
Racetrack leaves in the dead of the night.
Kara and Lee both wave at her when she's done dressing and heads to the door.
"See you," Racetrack says. It should be awkward but it's not, nor is Kara lying next to him.
She looks at him, as if unsure whether or not she's welcome to stay.
He puts an arm around her waist. "Do you still snore?" he asks.
"Do you still drool?" she shoots back, but she lies against him and together, they wait for sleep to take them.
end
Follow-up : Payback
Author : Helen C.
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Before the story begins, there's a party (and booze). When the story begins, there's Kara, Lee and Racetrack in a deserted barrack. Need I say more?
Spoilers : Everything aired so far is fair game. The rest is mostly speculation.
Pairing : Lee/Kara/Racetrack
Disclaimer : The characters and the universe were created and are owned by Ronald D. Moore and Universal Television Studios to name but a few. No money is being made. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AN. PWP. Kinky. Crack.
AN2. Written for elzed (she knows why). Many thanks to joey51 for beta'ing this!
The Anniversary
Helen C.
There's a party outside-with booze and laughter, loud music and dancing. In the last few days, everyone has come back here-to the place where they first landed on the planet-leaving the various settlements they built all over the continent (five so far, but it's bound to become more as they start feeling safer).
The barracks are deserted. Chances are, only Lee, Kara and Racetrack are missing the party-a celebration of the first anniversary of their arrival on New Earth.
New Earth, new hope, new beginning.
And so much death on the way that Lee doesn't feel like partying with the others. Not even if the gods seem to finally be on their side, not even if they're at peace and the Cylons have gone, not even if the building of a new colony is going faster than expected, not even if Laura's visions of a once-again thriving Colonial society finally seem within their reach.
Instead, he's lying on a bed-the first one they stumbled upon when they entered the barrack-and Kara's straddling him, a glint in her eyes and a coy smile forming at the corners of her mouth.
She can't get over Sam being a Cylon and he can't get over his father's death but they sure as hell can frak like there's no tomorrow, and every time they see each other (which isn't very often, since they don't live on the same side of the continent), that's exactly what they do.
Business as usual.
Racetrack's presence isn't so usual.
Lee should probably be more concerned than he is about that but he's drunk enough that he doesn't give a damn. He and Racetrack are already naked, their clothes scattered across the floor, and the time when things such as ranks mattered is long gone anyway.
"You still with us, Mister President?" Kara asks.
"I'm not the President anymore," he points out. "There have been two Presidents since me."
And then, the Quorum all but dissolved a few months after they reached New Earth. There are so few of them left that twelve representatives and a President seemed like overkill. They needed a leader more than they needed a Quorum. Helo stepped up to the plate when no one else could, or would.
"Lee?" Kara calls.
He looks up at her. "Yeah."
"You're not going to fall asleep on us, are you?" she asks, her tone amused and threatening and damn, he loves this woman so much that it hurts.
"Who's sleeping?" he replies, his voice growing thicker with each word as she trails her nails down his chest, to his waist, and then lower.
He tries to shift, to reach out to her and gods, he wants to touch her, wants to take off her top and kiss her breasts and lick her nipples until she sighs-that sigh only he gets to hear, when she's so far gone that she doesn't censor herself-but Racetrack is holding his hands pinned to the mattress above his head. She seems to be fighting a smile, and Lee asks, "What's funny?"
She shakes her head. "It's just that... we used to wonder what it would be like, you two, in bed, but I never thought..."
She trails off and Lee tries very hard to keep his mind from going where it wants to go. He'd rather not think about his sex life being the subject of locker room talk.
"Don't tell me you're surprised," Racetrack adds, and Lee sees that Kara is looking a little wide-eyed.
Their eyes meet and suddenly, it's all Lee can do not to burst out laughing. Kara bites down on her lower lip-frak, she's hot-and Lee looks back at Racetrack. "Didn't expect to get a front row seat?" he asks.
"Well..."
Then, Racetrack and Kara share a look and Lee starts getting nervous again. "Ladies..." he starts.
"Always the gentleman," Kara sighs. "Even in bed with two women."
Another undecipherable look passes between them. "It was mostly you," Racetrack says, looking down at him. Then, she faces Kara and adds, "No offense, Starbuck. But..."
Kara has a dangerous smile. "Oh, I understand," she says. "Frakker's twenty kinds of hot, isn't he?"
Both women look down at him and he suddenly has a hard time swallowing past the nervous lump in his throat. He reflexively tries to sit up but both Racetrack and Starbuck are pinning him down, taking their time looking at him.
He can't remember ever feeling so much on display.
He can't remember ever being harder either.
Then, as if they had been reading each other's minds, Racetrack releases her grip on his wrists and positions herself over him, lowering herself on his mouth just as Kara takes him in her mouth and he lets out a muffled moan.
He keeps his arms over his head and grabs the bedsheets between his fists.
Racetrack moves a little, reminding him of his duties and he licks her clit, squirming a little as Kara's tongue runs up and down his cock, teasing him and then drawing back, waiting a few seconds before starting again.
He raises his hips from the bed every time she releases him, silently pleading with her, his tongue buried inside Racetrack. He barely registers that her breathing is getting ragged and she's talking under her breath, too low for him to hear.
Then, Racetrack lets out a strangled, "Frak," and Kara takes him in her mouth again and this time she doesn't withdraw, just keeps licking his cock and he's squeezing the sheets so hard his hands hurt, and then he's coming, his scream lost under Racetrack's legs. He feels her shuddering, hears her cry out as Kara sits back.
Then, he lies there, panting, as Racetrack moves away and flops bonelessly on the bed, next to him.
"Hey," Racetrack says, when they've all recovered.
"What?" Lee asks lazily, staring at the ceiling.
"Know what I noticed?"
When nothing comes, he leans up on an elbow to look at her. "What?"
"Starbuck's still dressed," she says.
Starbuck is also looking at them both with a smug smile.
Lee shrugs. "Give me five," he replies. "Then, we'll do something about that."
"Promises, flyboy. Always promises," Kara says.
*
Half an hour later, Kara is the one on her back on the bed, Racetrack straddling her and playing with her nipples, rubbing them and pinching them as Kara bites back her moans and tries not to squirm-Lee knows the tension in her body well enough to see that it's taking a lot of her self-control to keep still.
He spreads Kara's legs and kneels between them, smiling to himself. He made a quick dash to the party a few minutes earlier, just long enough to grab a few ice cubes from one of the portable freezing units they're using as improvised freezers, before running back to the barracks. Everyone was drunk enough or busy enough that he doesn't think he was spotted-not that it matters either way.
He takes the first cube between slightly shaking fingers and, without warning, sets it on Kara's belly at navel level, and starts drawing circles on her skin, watching the involuntary quiver of the muscles as the circles grow wider.
He thinks he sees her right leg twitch and smiles. Racetrack shoots him a look over her shoulder before bending down and taking Kara's left nipple between her teeth, grazing softly at the skin.
Lee sets the quickly melting ice cube on Kara's navel and leaves it there, then takes another one and trails the inside of her leg with it, from knee to mid-thigh. This time, the tensing of her muscles is unmistakable.
He thinks he hears her mutter something like, "Frakking tease," so he applies the same treatment to her other leg.
Racetrack has stopped and is looking at him, and he gestures for her to go on. She leans down and kisses Kara, and the sight is so hot-and so ridiculously like every self-respecting man's dream come true-that Lee takes a moment to enjoy the view.
Then, Kara lifts her foot and kicks him blindly, getting him in the side, reminding him that patience has never been her strong suit.
For that, he takes another ice cube and brings it to her clit, holding it there.
She stays still for an impressively long time, then he hears a groan-thankfully muffled by Racetrack's kiss-as she tries to move away.
His hand just follows every move she makes, holding the ice in place. To make it even more difficult for her-because Starbuck likes challenges, and he likes reminding her of that when they're in bed-he slips a finger inside her, then another.
She stills and he hears her moan again, louder this time. Her legs are rigid, muscles tense as she resists the urge to dislodge him, close her legs and escape the cold.
She's breathing fast, her chest and belly rising with each breath. Racetrack draws back and looks at Lee, smiling.
Then, they hear voices just outside the barrack-not close enough to worry them, and Lee locked the door when he came back with the ice anyway, but close enough that they can make out a few words about the party and the upcoming summer.
Close enough that whoever is outside will be sure to hear Kara if she makes noise.
He takes his fingers out of Kara. "Hold her hands," he tells Racetrack.
Kara raises her head to look at him. "What-?" she starts.
He smiles. "One last one," he says. "For the road."
She starts closing her legs reflexively when she understand what he's going to do but he doesn't give her time to finish moving. He takes hold of the thickest ice cube he can find and slips it inside her, pushing it in so she can't get rid of it by moving around.
Her head falls back to the bed and he sees her throat working, teeth clenched, to hold back her cries. Her hips rise from the bed, her feet digging in the mattress and he sees that Racetrack has a hard time keeping her arms still.
He's holding Kara's legs apart, making sure he doesn't hurt her but not allowing her to close them. After a while, her body seems to adjust and she stops struggling so fiercely so he decides to make things interesting again ; he rubs his thumb against her clit, before slipping a finger back inside her. He finds the ice cube and pushes it a little deeper before drawing it back a little, shifting it around as it melts.
Kara's moaning between clenched teeth and the voices outside seem to be getting closer, so Lee takes pity on her and nods at Racetrack, who puts a hand on Kara's mouth, muffling the sound when she cries out so that she doesn't attract the attention of the people outside.
Lee keeps playing with the ice cube inside Kara, noting that it's melting relatively fast now. He adds a finger, and with his other hand pinches her clit then rubs it soothingly.
He feels Kara's muscles straining against his fingers and her hips raise from the bed, once, then twice, and she cries out again, Racetrack's hand still on her mouth.
"Frakker," is the first thing she says when she catches her breath. Then, she breathes in deeply and adds, "Damn."
Racetrack says, "You're welcome."
Lee lifts her leg and kisses her knee.
"Don't think being cute gets you off the hook," Kara says. "I'll get my revenge."
Of that, he's sure.
Then, she raises her head to meet his gaze.
"You know, I think Racetrack deserves a reward," she says. "We've barely allowed her to play so far."
"Ah, but isn't being in bed with the two of us reward enough?" he asks. "After all, she's been wondering what it would be like for some time, now."
Racetrack looks both bemused and worried, and starts to talk, but Kara speaks first-as she often does. "Do you want her to go spread the word that we're selfish in bed?"
"No," Lee admits. "Not really."
Kara's eyes fall to his lap and he's so hard just from watching her come that it's bordering on the uncomfortable. "Up and at them, Apollo," she says. She hasn't called him that in months-no one has-and it feels so right that he can't fight a smile.
*
Soon enough, Kara is kneeling in front of Racetrack, licking her clit while Lee cups Racetrack's breasts from behind, kissing her neck and her shoulders.
Racetrack leans on him as Kara goes deeper, and as Lee fingers her nipples more insistently, pinching and twisting them mercilessly until she tries to escape the pressure, and he holds her in place until she says, "Gods," then releases them and rubs them soothingly.
"I could get used to this," Racetrack mutters, her last words before Kara and Lee guide her to the bed, and Lee positions himself between her legs and she raises her hips to meet him. He enters her looking at Kara, and holds Kara's gaze all the while, until Racetrack comes with a strangled yell a few seconds before he does.
*
Racetrack leaves in the dead of the night.
Kara and Lee both wave at her when she's done dressing and heads to the door.
"See you," Racetrack says. It should be awkward but it's not, nor is Kara lying next to him.
She looks at him, as if unsure whether or not she's welcome to stay.
He puts an arm around her waist. "Do you still snore?" he asks.
"Do you still drool?" she shoots back, but she lies against him and together, they wait for sleep to take them.
end
Follow-up : Payback