BSG Fic: Payback (L/K, NC-17)
Title : Payback
Author : Helen C.
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Kara's revenge. A follow-up to The Anniversary.
Spoilers : Everything aired so far is fair game. The rest is mostly speculation.
Pairings : Lee/Kara/ice cubes
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!
Payback
Helen C.
Lee wants to object to the blindfold when Kara ties it behind his head, cutting off the dimming light and leaving him in the dark-he wants to see her face when she comes-but she promises she'll have it off soon enough.
About half of the stuff they do in bed consists of pushing one another to do things they are mildly uncomfortable with; they can't help turning everything they do into a contest. It's just the way they are, the way they've always been.
They both know the rules of the game.
"So, how was Helo the last time you saw him?" Kara asks.
Lee tries to shoot her an incredulous look, before remembering that he has a blindfold on.
From her chuckle, she notices.
But damn it, they haven't seen each other in two months, she's only here for a couple of days, he's naked, stretched out on the bed and really feeling ready for things to start, and she wants to talk about Helo?
He likes the guy, but that's pushing it.
She's waiting, though, so he sighs and says, "The usual. We went, had a few drinks, talked about how screwed we are and what we can do about it, and then went home."
She hums but he has the feeling she's not listening to him. Frak. He hates not being able to see her-or anything.
"Kara?" he asks, allowing his impatience to show in his tone.
"Hold that thought," she replies. He hears her move away, then there's a distinctive ruffle as she gets out and allows the fabric to fall back in place, shielding the entrance of the tent.
"Kara?" he repeats.
"Don't move until I come back," she replies. "It shouldn't take too long."
Then, her footsteps fade out and he's left alone in the tent, which pretty much anyone can enter at any time.
To see him wearing a blindfold and lying naked on the bed.
Great.
If someone comes in without warning, there's no way he can cover himself quickly enough.
But then, most people respect others' privacy; life in a temporary settlement where everyone lives in tents would be unbearable otherwise.
If someone wants to enter, he'll know beforehand.
Probably.
He's free to move as he wishes; he could sit up, he could get under the covers, he could take off the blindfold.
He leans up on an elbow. For all he knows, Kara might not be back for hours; she may be planning to leave him like that for-
He stops the thought.
She wouldn't do that.
This may just be a game-leave him hanging in a situation she knows scares him a little-but between the lines, he can hear her unspoken demand. "Trust me."
A lot of their time seems spent in finding ways to prove to one another that this time, it'll work, that this time, they won't screw up, that this time, it's for good.
That this time, they can trust one another.
He lies back down on the bed and tries not to fidget, acutely aware of the air, warm against his skin, like a blanket around him... except that kind of blanket would be of no use if anyone barged in unannounced. Damn.
And feeling so exposed-which is ridiculous, since he's home alone-doesn't make him any less hard, either.
It seems like hours have gone by when he hears someone walking to the entrance of the tent and pushing fabric aside to enter.
"Kara?" he calls.
No reply, but he knows someone's inside with him.
"Kara," he calls again, allowing a note of warning to creep into his voice.
Don't do that.
"Miss me?" she asks.
"Always," he replies. "What did you-?"
He startles when cold fingers grad his cock-frak, he didn't hear her come so close-and squeeze it, pull at it, then release it just as abruptly as they came.
"Surprise," she replies. "I did warn you I'd get my payback."
For a second, he can't remember what she's talking about. Then, his brain combines the reference with the cold fingers. "Er," he says, then swallows nervously.
"Don't worry," she says. "It'll be fun." He can almost hear her smile.
She climbs on the bed and sits on his legs. He blindly reaches out for her, a little relieved when he feels her under his fingers. She takes his hand and guides it under her top and he cups her breast, thumbing her nipple and feeling it harden under his touch.
One drop of icy water on his chest is all the warning he gets before she brings an ice cube to his right nipple and rubs it against the skin, taking his other nipple between firm fingers and pinching it.
He makes a muffled sound, halfway between a groan and a cry.
"You might want to keep quiet," Kara says. "It's a calm neighborhood..."
Doesn't he know it. He knows everyone who lives in the tents next to his-how could he not?-and knows exactly how well the sound carries in the settlement, and how little privacy the tents offer.
She keeps rubbing his nipple with the ice until it's about halfway melted, then trails it down his chest. He sucks in a breath as she sets it in his navel and leaves it there to melt.
Then she takes his left hand and guides it under her top, to her right breast.
He groans when he understands how she wants to play it, fingering her nipple until she swats his hand away.
Then, he feels her weight shift as she leans down, kisses and sucks the skin of his chest, her warm tongue lingering for what feel like hours. When she retreats, he tries to brace himself, but the contrast between hot and cold has him bucking his hips under her.
"Told you it'd be fun," she says.
"Damn," he replies when he feels like he can speak again.
She leans down again, still pushing the ice against his nipple-which, thankfully, has grown numb by this point-and whispers in his ear, "I have half a mind to put one in your ass, so you can feel what it's like to have that inside you."
Before he can protest, she flips him over so he's lying face down on the bed, his hard-on rubbing the scratchy covers. "Kara," he starts, then gasps as she trails the ice between his ass cheeks, up and down, again and again, and to his own surprise, he involuntarily lifts his hips up to ask for more.
She pushes down on the small of his back, waiting until he's settled back on the bed, then resumes teasing him-he counts five more up and down, but he might lose count at some point.
She takes a fresh cube and holds it to his entrance, and his heart starts hammering in his chest when she pushes it in a little. "No," he blurts out, his tone stronger than he meant it to be, struggling to lean up on his elbows.
"No no, or no yes?" she asks.
"No, no," he says. "I..."
"It's okay," she replies, bringing a hand to his shoulder and massaging it comfortingly until he starts to relax, tension leaving his body by waves.
When he has settled down and is lying flat on his stomach again, she allows the ice cube to slide to his balls and he grunts.
"Leave it there," she says.
How long? he wants to ask, but he's not sure he'd be able to talk. He keeps his legs still-his cock trapped between him and the bed, and frak, he wants to move, wants to rub it against the sheets until he comes, but then, where would be the fun in that?-and raises to an elbow, grabs his pillow and bites it to avoid yelling.
He's aware he's making strangled noises in the back of his throat anyway, and damn, but it's so cold it almost burns the sensitive skin, and the icy water running down to the bed makes things worse, tickles a little, and he really hopes she's not going to wait until it's melted, but just as the thought crosses his mind, she says, "You left it in me until it was gone, I'll remind you."
He doesn't stifle his groan this time.
He distantly hears her moving around, hears the buckle of her belt clanking and a rustle of fabric, but mostly, all his attention is spent on not moving and on the damn ice that doesn't melt nearly quickly enough for his taste.
True to her word-frak her-she waits until there's nothing but water left before she helps him to his back.
When she straddles his legs again, he feels her skin against his, instead of clothes. He raises a hand to the blindfold-he wants to see her-but she stops him. "Not much longer," she promises.
He allows her to take his hand and has to lean up on an elbow, and his hand finds her clit. "Frak," he says, because he knows what she has in mind, and he's not sure it won't be too much for him.
"Eventually," she replies.
His fingers fit inside her and she starts moving her hips, shamelessly begging for more without a word, and gods, he wishes he could see her now.
When her breathing is fast enough that he knows she's close, she stops him and pushes him back to the bed.
"Kara," he says.
She doesn't reply. Instead, she shifts her weight again, so that she's able to reach out and put a hand firmly on his mouth.
Her other hand wraps around his cock, and of course she's holding a frakking ice cube, and he grabs the sheets in his fists and yells, and tries to move away, but she's holding him firmly and there's no escaping the cold, and then she starts rubbing his cock up and down, still holding the ice cube, making sure it leaves no inch of skin untouched, and he's aware he's still struggling against her but he can't help it and frak, but he's close, so close, to coming and his eyes are squeezed shut behind the blindfold and she's still holding the ice to his cock, still rubbing his skin with it, and if she took her hand from his mouth, he'd be either screaming or begging, maybe both.
Then, she takes the ice away, allows him about ten seconds to calm down.
As soon as he has stopped struggling, though, she starts again, and gods, she must have taken a new one because it feels bigger than before and this time, he jerks his hips hard enough that he almost knocks her from the bed.
She shifts her weight so that she's putting more pressure on his legs and less on his mouth and he muffles behind her hand, "Kara, I..."
The rest of the words stay stuck in his throat, but she takes pity on him. She rubs his length once more with the ice, then throws it to the side and straddles him, lowering herself until he's inside her, the warmth after the cold almost making him come right away.
She takes off the blindfold and he blinks up at her, a little blinded despite the relatively low light in the tent-the sun must be almost set by now. Kara's flushed and her hair is tangled and she's frakking magnificent as she rides him, slowly, leaving him no choice but to adapt to the pace she's setting.
His hands rise to her breasts but he keeps looking at her face, at the way she has to struggle to keep her eyes open, and he cups them both in one hand, caresses her nipples with his thumb until she makes a throaty sound.
In retaliation, she takes his nipples and pinches them both, hard, then pulls at them and Lee lets out a yelp and his head falls back, and he's coming inside her, her muscles clenching around him telling him she's not far behind.
He thinks she cries out at the end, but his ears are buzzing too much to be sure.
It takes a few minutes until he can speak again. "So."
She snorts inelegantly. "That's all you have to say? And if the next words out of your mouth are 'payback is a bitch', I swear to you, I'm doing it all over again."
He's not sure he'd survive a repeat, so what he says is, "I think I still love you, Kara Thrace."
"Good," she says after a silence that has his heart beating faster than sex had. "Because I think I might love you back, Lee Adama."
They don't stare in each other's eyes.
They don't snuggle up.
Instead, he takes her hand and she squeezes it softly and that's how they fall asleep, still naked on top of the covers.
end
Author : Helen C.
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Kara's revenge. A follow-up to The Anniversary.
Spoilers : Everything aired so far is fair game. The rest is mostly speculation.
Pairings : Lee/Kara/ice cubes
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!
Payback
Helen C.
Lee wants to object to the blindfold when Kara ties it behind his head, cutting off the dimming light and leaving him in the dark-he wants to see her face when she comes-but she promises she'll have it off soon enough.
About half of the stuff they do in bed consists of pushing one another to do things they are mildly uncomfortable with; they can't help turning everything they do into a contest. It's just the way they are, the way they've always been.
They both know the rules of the game.
"So, how was Helo the last time you saw him?" Kara asks.
Lee tries to shoot her an incredulous look, before remembering that he has a blindfold on.
From her chuckle, she notices.
But damn it, they haven't seen each other in two months, she's only here for a couple of days, he's naked, stretched out on the bed and really feeling ready for things to start, and she wants to talk about Helo?
He likes the guy, but that's pushing it.
She's waiting, though, so he sighs and says, "The usual. We went, had a few drinks, talked about how screwed we are and what we can do about it, and then went home."
She hums but he has the feeling she's not listening to him. Frak. He hates not being able to see her-or anything.
"Kara?" he asks, allowing his impatience to show in his tone.
"Hold that thought," she replies. He hears her move away, then there's a distinctive ruffle as she gets out and allows the fabric to fall back in place, shielding the entrance of the tent.
"Kara?" he repeats.
"Don't move until I come back," she replies. "It shouldn't take too long."
Then, her footsteps fade out and he's left alone in the tent, which pretty much anyone can enter at any time.
To see him wearing a blindfold and lying naked on the bed.
Great.
If someone comes in without warning, there's no way he can cover himself quickly enough.
But then, most people respect others' privacy; life in a temporary settlement where everyone lives in tents would be unbearable otherwise.
If someone wants to enter, he'll know beforehand.
Probably.
He's free to move as he wishes; he could sit up, he could get under the covers, he could take off the blindfold.
He leans up on an elbow. For all he knows, Kara might not be back for hours; she may be planning to leave him like that for-
He stops the thought.
She wouldn't do that.
This may just be a game-leave him hanging in a situation she knows scares him a little-but between the lines, he can hear her unspoken demand. "Trust me."
A lot of their time seems spent in finding ways to prove to one another that this time, it'll work, that this time, they won't screw up, that this time, it's for good.
That this time, they can trust one another.
He lies back down on the bed and tries not to fidget, acutely aware of the air, warm against his skin, like a blanket around him... except that kind of blanket would be of no use if anyone barged in unannounced. Damn.
And feeling so exposed-which is ridiculous, since he's home alone-doesn't make him any less hard, either.
It seems like hours have gone by when he hears someone walking to the entrance of the tent and pushing fabric aside to enter.
"Kara?" he calls.
No reply, but he knows someone's inside with him.
"Kara," he calls again, allowing a note of warning to creep into his voice.
Don't do that.
"Miss me?" she asks.
"Always," he replies. "What did you-?"
He startles when cold fingers grad his cock-frak, he didn't hear her come so close-and squeeze it, pull at it, then release it just as abruptly as they came.
"Surprise," she replies. "I did warn you I'd get my payback."
For a second, he can't remember what she's talking about. Then, his brain combines the reference with the cold fingers. "Er," he says, then swallows nervously.
"Don't worry," she says. "It'll be fun." He can almost hear her smile.
She climbs on the bed and sits on his legs. He blindly reaches out for her, a little relieved when he feels her under his fingers. She takes his hand and guides it under her top and he cups her breast, thumbing her nipple and feeling it harden under his touch.
One drop of icy water on his chest is all the warning he gets before she brings an ice cube to his right nipple and rubs it against the skin, taking his other nipple between firm fingers and pinching it.
He makes a muffled sound, halfway between a groan and a cry.
"You might want to keep quiet," Kara says. "It's a calm neighborhood..."
Doesn't he know it. He knows everyone who lives in the tents next to his-how could he not?-and knows exactly how well the sound carries in the settlement, and how little privacy the tents offer.
She keeps rubbing his nipple with the ice until it's about halfway melted, then trails it down his chest. He sucks in a breath as she sets it in his navel and leaves it there to melt.
Then she takes his left hand and guides it under her top, to her right breast.
He groans when he understands how she wants to play it, fingering her nipple until she swats his hand away.
Then, he feels her weight shift as she leans down, kisses and sucks the skin of his chest, her warm tongue lingering for what feel like hours. When she retreats, he tries to brace himself, but the contrast between hot and cold has him bucking his hips under her.
"Told you it'd be fun," she says.
"Damn," he replies when he feels like he can speak again.
She leans down again, still pushing the ice against his nipple-which, thankfully, has grown numb by this point-and whispers in his ear, "I have half a mind to put one in your ass, so you can feel what it's like to have that inside you."
Before he can protest, she flips him over so he's lying face down on the bed, his hard-on rubbing the scratchy covers. "Kara," he starts, then gasps as she trails the ice between his ass cheeks, up and down, again and again, and to his own surprise, he involuntarily lifts his hips up to ask for more.
She pushes down on the small of his back, waiting until he's settled back on the bed, then resumes teasing him-he counts five more up and down, but he might lose count at some point.
She takes a fresh cube and holds it to his entrance, and his heart starts hammering in his chest when she pushes it in a little. "No," he blurts out, his tone stronger than he meant it to be, struggling to lean up on his elbows.
"No no, or no yes?" she asks.
"No, no," he says. "I..."
"It's okay," she replies, bringing a hand to his shoulder and massaging it comfortingly until he starts to relax, tension leaving his body by waves.
When he has settled down and is lying flat on his stomach again, she allows the ice cube to slide to his balls and he grunts.
"Leave it there," she says.
How long? he wants to ask, but he's not sure he'd be able to talk. He keeps his legs still-his cock trapped between him and the bed, and frak, he wants to move, wants to rub it against the sheets until he comes, but then, where would be the fun in that?-and raises to an elbow, grabs his pillow and bites it to avoid yelling.
He's aware he's making strangled noises in the back of his throat anyway, and damn, but it's so cold it almost burns the sensitive skin, and the icy water running down to the bed makes things worse, tickles a little, and he really hopes she's not going to wait until it's melted, but just as the thought crosses his mind, she says, "You left it in me until it was gone, I'll remind you."
He doesn't stifle his groan this time.
He distantly hears her moving around, hears the buckle of her belt clanking and a rustle of fabric, but mostly, all his attention is spent on not moving and on the damn ice that doesn't melt nearly quickly enough for his taste.
True to her word-frak her-she waits until there's nothing but water left before she helps him to his back.
When she straddles his legs again, he feels her skin against his, instead of clothes. He raises a hand to the blindfold-he wants to see her-but she stops him. "Not much longer," she promises.
He allows her to take his hand and has to lean up on an elbow, and his hand finds her clit. "Frak," he says, because he knows what she has in mind, and he's not sure it won't be too much for him.
"Eventually," she replies.
His fingers fit inside her and she starts moving her hips, shamelessly begging for more without a word, and gods, he wishes he could see her now.
When her breathing is fast enough that he knows she's close, she stops him and pushes him back to the bed.
"Kara," he says.
She doesn't reply. Instead, she shifts her weight again, so that she's able to reach out and put a hand firmly on his mouth.
Her other hand wraps around his cock, and of course she's holding a frakking ice cube, and he grabs the sheets in his fists and yells, and tries to move away, but she's holding him firmly and there's no escaping the cold, and then she starts rubbing his cock up and down, still holding the ice cube, making sure it leaves no inch of skin untouched, and he's aware he's still struggling against her but he can't help it and frak, but he's close, so close, to coming and his eyes are squeezed shut behind the blindfold and she's still holding the ice to his cock, still rubbing his skin with it, and if she took her hand from his mouth, he'd be either screaming or begging, maybe both.
Then, she takes the ice away, allows him about ten seconds to calm down.
As soon as he has stopped struggling, though, she starts again, and gods, she must have taken a new one because it feels bigger than before and this time, he jerks his hips hard enough that he almost knocks her from the bed.
She shifts her weight so that she's putting more pressure on his legs and less on his mouth and he muffles behind her hand, "Kara, I..."
The rest of the words stay stuck in his throat, but she takes pity on him. She rubs his length once more with the ice, then throws it to the side and straddles him, lowering herself until he's inside her, the warmth after the cold almost making him come right away.
She takes off the blindfold and he blinks up at her, a little blinded despite the relatively low light in the tent-the sun must be almost set by now. Kara's flushed and her hair is tangled and she's frakking magnificent as she rides him, slowly, leaving him no choice but to adapt to the pace she's setting.
His hands rise to her breasts but he keeps looking at her face, at the way she has to struggle to keep her eyes open, and he cups them both in one hand, caresses her nipples with his thumb until she makes a throaty sound.
In retaliation, she takes his nipples and pinches them both, hard, then pulls at them and Lee lets out a yelp and his head falls back, and he's coming inside her, her muscles clenching around him telling him she's not far behind.
He thinks she cries out at the end, but his ears are buzzing too much to be sure.
It takes a few minutes until he can speak again. "So."
She snorts inelegantly. "That's all you have to say? And if the next words out of your mouth are 'payback is a bitch', I swear to you, I'm doing it all over again."
He's not sure he'd survive a repeat, so what he says is, "I think I still love you, Kara Thrace."
"Good," she says after a silence that has his heart beating faster than sex had. "Because I think I might love you back, Lee Adama."
They don't stare in each other's eyes.
They don't snuggle up.
Instead, he takes her hand and she squeezes it softly and that's how they fall asleep, still naked on top of the covers.
end