All's Fair In Love and War Games (NC-17)
Title: All's Fair In Love and War Games
Author: featherjean
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Timeline: set sometime before Pegasus; flashes back to pre-series
Word count: 2,644
Summary: The Galactica pilots are engaged in war games, leading Lee and Kara to discuss the games they played back in flight school.
Written for: elzed
Author's notes: I actually combined both requests for this, because it made my life easier. The requests:
Story Request 1: competition between pilots; point-scoring; frak or fight; humour possible; NC-17 plz. Bonus points for Alpha Male Lee.
Story Request 2: reminiscing about the past. Something happened between Lee and Kara back on Caprica, in pre-series days. Flashbacks.
I think I got that all in here! Hope you enjoy. :) It was fun to write! Huge thanks to astrum_presul for betaing!
/*******/
“Alright. Carrion, course two. Out of twenty targets, he hit eleven, missed nine. Shots fired…”
“One hundred?”
“Fifty-two.” Lee ignored the snort from across the table. “Quality of flying?”
“Pathetic.”
He glanced up with a sigh. “Kara…”
She was lounging in her chair, feet propped up on the table, the cigar she’d received as the winner of the previous day’s competition caught between her teeth. She removed it, releasing a mouthful of smoke. “Come on, Lee.” Her feet hit the floor with a thump as she leaned forward. “Course two was easy, and he made it look like frakking Death’s Gate. His flying consisted of veering wildly to avoid hitting any of the widely spaced rocks while firing at anything and everything in hopes of hitting the targets. The fact that he got a whopping eleven is more a testament to the gods’ grace than to his own skill.”
Lee set down his pen and leaned back in his chair. “I was there, Kara. He wasn’t that bad.”
Kara’s snort let him know exactly what she thought of his opinion.
“He’s only been flying vipers for a month now. Give him a break.”
“Right, because I’m sure the Cylons will. I’m sure they’ll look at him and say, ‘Oh, you’ve only been flying for a month? Here, let me stand still for you.’”
“This isn’t a fight with the Cylons, Kara, this is a game.”
“Right! A war game. Meant to ‘simulate and test the skills, proficiencies, and thought processes used in war.’ Or don’t you remember your little speech?”
The corner of Lee’s mouth twitched upwards. “I remember.”
She leaned back again, smirking at him. “I’d meant to congratulate you on that, by the way. I’d have sworn it was old Hammerfield talking up there.”
Lee grinned, looking down. “I may have borrowed a few things from him.”
/*******/
“For the next week, you will be participating in war games. These are not games like you play in a casino or on a pyramid court. War games simulate and test the skills, proficiencies, and thought processes used in war. You will attempt a series of courses designed to test core competencies such as tactical thinking, marksmanship, teamwork…”
Kara slumped down in her seat beside him. “He says the exact same thing every year.”
“That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t pay attention,” Lee muttered. His eyes remained fixed on the hard faced major at the front of the room.
“I’m just saying, you’d think he could change it up a bit.”
“He doesn’t live to entertain you, Kara.” He slid her a sidelong look. “I’d think you’d be looking forward to the chance to show off for everyone.”
“Oh, I am.” She pulled herself straighter, pointing a finger at him. “I’m going to win this year, and I’m sure as hell going to kick your ass.”
“What if we’re on the same team?”
She shrugged, grinning cockily. “Still the individual competition. I am twice the pilot you are, so I should have no problem whipping you.”
Lee snorted softly. “Your ego is twice the size of mine, but I don’t know about the rest of it.”
“Oh, please.” She leaned closer. Lee turned his head to face her fully. “I will bet you -”
“Starbuck!” The major’s bark cut through her challenge. They both jumped. Lee felt his face flush as he looked back towards the front of the room. “Do you and Adama have something to add?”
“No, sir.”
“No, sir,” Lee echoed, barely restraining the impulse to glare at his friend.
“Good! Now, as I was saying, teams will be posted...”
Eventually the major's well-rehearsed speech wound down and he dismissed them. Amid the jostling and shouting of the pilot trainees as they shuffled out of the room, Kara nudged Lee's arm. “So, how about that bet?” She grinned cheekily at him.
He fixed her with a look. “You know betting is against the rules, Kara.”
She rolled her eyes. “Speaking of things said every year...” She stopped walking and pulled him off to the side. “Come on, Lee.” The look in her eyes wasn't so much pleading as challenging. “One little bet isn't going to tarnish that pristine soul of yours too much.”
/*******/
Kara kicked her feet back up onto the table. “So who's up in the pools right now?”
He gave her a serious look. “You know we're not supposed to follow the betting. We're supposed to be objective.”
She snorted. “Yeah, right.”
Lee grinned. “Last I checked, odds were even between you and Kat to win the overall competition.”
“Son of a bitch.” Kara flicked her cigar with more force than necessary, grimacing. “That frakking little upstart. Who's betting on her?”
“A lot of people, apparently.” Lee shrugged. “She's a good pilot. Maybe as good as you.”
“The hell she is!” Kara's indignation was palpable. “Bring up her numbers.”
“We're not done with Carrion yet.” He picked up his pen, looking at the papers. He marked down a 10 (out of 50) for “quality of flying” and summed up the total. “61 out of 150.”
“Like I said, pathetic.” Her face got serious. “Look, Lee, you might want to knock him back to raptors. He had a good hand with them. He can't fly a viper worth crap.”
Lee considered her for a moment. “He's only been on them for a month,” he reminded her.
She shook her head slowly. “Not everyone's cut out to fly a viper.”
Her voice was soft, but it cut deep. Lee looked down, nodding once. “Alright.” He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the sudden tightness in his chest. “Okay.” He set aside Carrion's scoresheet and picked up another from the stack. “Kat, course two. Out of twenty targets, she hit nineteen, missing only one. Shots fired, 24.”
Kara tilted her head. “Funny, I don't think I missed any targets.”
“Yeah, but you fired more shots.”
“Hits count more.”
He shrugged. “Quality of flying?”
Her mouth tightened and she looked away. “Decent,” she conceded after a moment.
“Decent?” Lee raised his eyebrows at her. “I don't think you're entirely unbiased here.”
“What would you give her?”
“Excellent, at least. Numerically, maybe a 45.”
“She wasn't that good. Thirty-five at most.”
“She may have bobbled once or twice, but did you see the way she got around the last hazard? Forty.”
“Thirty-eight.”
“Forty. We're not haggling over price, Kara. I won't lower her score just because your ego can't take it.” He matched her glare-for-glare. Eventually her eyes narrowed.
“What did I get?”
He sighed. “Forty-two,” he admitted, shaking his head at the triumphant grin that crossed her face.
“I guess she can have a forty, then.” She chomped down on her cigar, smirking around it.
He wrote down the score, calculating up the total. “What are you going to do if she beats you?”
“She won't.” Being Kara, she sounded supremely confident. “You never did,” she added, pointing at him with the cigar. “I'm guessing that's why you decided not to fly this time.”
“I'm not flying because I needed to be impartial,” he told her, not looking up from the papers.
“Riiight. I'm sure it has nothing to do with not wanting to get your ass beat again.” She puffed on her cigar while he eyed her. “I guess it wouldn't look too good for the CAG to lose.”
He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “You are so full of yourself.”
“Oh, come on, Lee. I beat you every year at school.”
“Not by much. And if I remember correctly, you and I were tied our last year until you cheated.”
“That wasn't cheating.” There was an edge of laughter to her voice. “That was strategic thinking.” Her smile shifted, turning sly. “Besides, Lee,” she drawled, hooking her arms over the back of her chair, “I thought you'd forgiven me for that.”
/*******/
He was shaking as he climbed out of the cockpit. When he reached the ground, he spotted Kara lounging by the wall, talking and laughing with another pair of pilots. He bypassed her and headed straight for the door, his face set in grim lines.
Unfortunately, she'd apparently spotted him, too. He heard her footsteps come up quick behind him in the hallway. “I got you. I got you so good.” She bounded up beside him, her glee evident. “You really thought I'd bought it, didn't you?”
They'd been racing through an obstacle course, just the two of them, head to head. He'd lost sight of her, thought he'd pulled ahead -- and then there'd been an explosion on the side he'd last seen her on. He'd had only his eyes to look for her, with DRADIS disabled to up the course difficulty, so he'd immediately gone searching. If she'd been disabled, he'd won anyway, and who the frak cared about a race when your best friend may have gone up in flames?
She hadn't, of course, but he didn't know that. He searched the area for five gods damned minutes before he saw a flash of light on metal from the end of the course. She'd frakking tricked him and sailed on to an easy win.
His hands clenched into fists, but he didn't say a word. She had plenty to say, though. “Five minutes. I can't believe you looked for that long! You know there's no way you're going to win the competition now, right? Not with that bad a time.” She smirked up at him. “Guess this means I win our little bet.”
He stopped and whirled on her. “Our bet.” The words came out low and hard, angry.
She was instantly on guard, an edge in her eyes. “Yeah. You remember? Twenty credits?”
“I'm not paying you a damn thing.”
She stepped closer. “I won.”
“You cheated.”
The smirk made a reappearance. “There's nothing in the rules that say I can't pull one over on my gullible opponent.”
He looked away, nodded once. “Maybe not,” he conceded, looking back at her. “Maybe I'll even pay you.” His voice dropped. “But I swear to all the gods, Kara, if you ever do that to me again -”
“Do what?” she challenged him, her voice like a knife under velvet. “Trick you? Or die?”
The words hung between them for a trio of heartbeats. She looked away first, scowling. She tried to push past him.
“Hey!” He grabbed her wrist, yanking her back hard enough to make her stagger.
“Let go of me!” she snarled, trying to wrench her arm away.
His fingers tightened, digging into her flesh. He shoved her towards the wall, still holding on. He stepped into her personal space, close enough to feel her breath on his skin. “I mean it, Kara,” he growled, staring her down. “Never do that to me again.”
She was breathing hard, glaring at him. She was pissed now, and he was glad. Maybe she’d punch him. Maybe she’d give him an excuse and they’d tear each other to shreds right here in this hallway. She’d lose that smugness and he’d have bruises for a week but they’d end up laughing and she really was alive.
His brain said, “Frak this,” and he kissed her.
She made a small sound of surprise and then she was kissing him back. Her free hand clamped on to the back of his head. He pushed her hard into the wall, using more force than he usually would, but he was tasting her mouth and her body felt so good against his. She hitched a knee up on his hip, grinding against him. He tried to lift her but their flight suits provided too little traction and way too much padding for this to work at all.
Kara apparently came to the same conclusion. She started fumbling one-handed for the fastenings on his suit. Lee grabbed for that hand and broke the kiss, rasping, “Not here.”
She stared at him blankly for a split second. “Classroom.”
He nodded and stepped away, releasing her wrists. They walked quick-step down the hall, taking a left at the first junction. They split up, trying doors on either side of the hall. He kept glancing at her, unable to think about much other than the way she moved and please gods let one of these rooms be unlocked.
“Here!” Kara pushed open a classroom door, peeking inside.
Lee all but sprinted to her, grabbing her face in both hands and kissing her. They stumbled across the threshold, the door swinging shut behind them. She pushed him up against it, fumbling for the lock. His hands went for her clothes. Hers followed suit. They both tugged and pulled and pushed, stripping each other until there was finally flesh on flesh. They staggered, still kissing, in the direction of a table against the near wall. His hands explored eagerly, breasts and ass and between her legs, making her cry out. She wrapped a hand around his erection, stroking and tugging, grinning against his mouth when his hips jerked.
He lifted her onto the table, breaking the kiss to drag in a breath. Her legs slid around him, arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer. She bit at his lower lip. He groaned and recaptured her mouth, devouring her. His hands went to her hips, holding her steady. He stroked himself against her, once, twice, feeling her jerk beneath him. On the third stroke he changed the angle and buried himself inside her. She moaned into his mouth, her fingernails digging into his shoulder.
He hesitated, staring into her face. She rolled her hips, muscles clenching around him, making him groan. He withdrew and thrust again, and again, short, hard thrusts, pounding her into the table. She made the most amazing noises, mewling and moaning and egging him on, her hips grinding against him on every stroke. Her head fell back and she cried out his name, her body going rigid with pleasure. The sight pushed him over the edge and he buried himself to the hilt with a hoarse cry, losing himself in her.
He dropped his head onto her shoulder as his shuddering ceased. He sucked in deep breaths, feeling her do the same. Her arms and legs were still wrapped around him, loosely. They fell away slowly. He pushed himself upright.
Looking at her, sweat-marked and breathing hard, he didn’t know what to say. She blinked lazy eyes at him, but didn’t offer anything up. Either she was as much at a loss as he was, or she was waiting for him.
“Starbuck and Apollo to Briefing Room 1b. Starbuck and Apollo to Briefing Room 1b.”
They both jumped, automatically looking up towards the loudspeaker. “I thought we were done for the day,” Kara said.
Lee looked at her. “Guess not.” He hesitated, still uncertain. “We should get dressed.”
She eyed him sardonically. “You think?”
They pulled on their clothing in silence. He glanced at her as they left. She looked perfectly composed. We’ll talk about it later, he promised himself.
/*******/
They never had, not really. They’d somehow reached an unspoken accord to remain “just friends.” And then he’d introduced her to his baby brother…
He coughed, looking away with a half-smile. “Maybe I did forgive you,” he conceded. “That doesn’t change the fact that that year’s score doesn’t really count.”
“Hm.” She leaned forward, grinning at him. “So how about a rematch? You, me, and an obstacle course. Maybe course nine - that one looks tricky.”
Lee eyed her. “I’ll think about it.”
She smirked and stood. Walking around him, her hand trailed across his shoulders. “You do that.” And then she was gone.
Lee picked up his pen, tapping it idly against the table. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Yeah, he’d think about it.
Author: featherjean
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Timeline: set sometime before Pegasus; flashes back to pre-series
Word count: 2,644
Summary: The Galactica pilots are engaged in war games, leading Lee and Kara to discuss the games they played back in flight school.
Written for: elzed
Author's notes: I actually combined both requests for this, because it made my life easier. The requests:
Story Request 1: competition between pilots; point-scoring; frak or fight; humour possible; NC-17 plz. Bonus points for Alpha Male Lee.
Story Request 2: reminiscing about the past. Something happened between Lee and Kara back on Caprica, in pre-series days. Flashbacks.
I think I got that all in here! Hope you enjoy. :) It was fun to write! Huge thanks to astrum_presul for betaing!
/*******/
“Alright. Carrion, course two. Out of twenty targets, he hit eleven, missed nine. Shots fired…”
“One hundred?”
“Fifty-two.” Lee ignored the snort from across the table. “Quality of flying?”
“Pathetic.”
He glanced up with a sigh. “Kara…”
She was lounging in her chair, feet propped up on the table, the cigar she’d received as the winner of the previous day’s competition caught between her teeth. She removed it, releasing a mouthful of smoke. “Come on, Lee.” Her feet hit the floor with a thump as she leaned forward. “Course two was easy, and he made it look like frakking Death’s Gate. His flying consisted of veering wildly to avoid hitting any of the widely spaced rocks while firing at anything and everything in hopes of hitting the targets. The fact that he got a whopping eleven is more a testament to the gods’ grace than to his own skill.”
Lee set down his pen and leaned back in his chair. “I was there, Kara. He wasn’t that bad.”
Kara’s snort let him know exactly what she thought of his opinion.
“He’s only been flying vipers for a month now. Give him a break.”
“Right, because I’m sure the Cylons will. I’m sure they’ll look at him and say, ‘Oh, you’ve only been flying for a month? Here, let me stand still for you.’”
“This isn’t a fight with the Cylons, Kara, this is a game.”
“Right! A war game. Meant to ‘simulate and test the skills, proficiencies, and thought processes used in war.’ Or don’t you remember your little speech?”
The corner of Lee’s mouth twitched upwards. “I remember.”
She leaned back again, smirking at him. “I’d meant to congratulate you on that, by the way. I’d have sworn it was old Hammerfield talking up there.”
Lee grinned, looking down. “I may have borrowed a few things from him.”
/*******/
“For the next week, you will be participating in war games. These are not games like you play in a casino or on a pyramid court. War games simulate and test the skills, proficiencies, and thought processes used in war. You will attempt a series of courses designed to test core competencies such as tactical thinking, marksmanship, teamwork…”
Kara slumped down in her seat beside him. “He says the exact same thing every year.”
“That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t pay attention,” Lee muttered. His eyes remained fixed on the hard faced major at the front of the room.
“I’m just saying, you’d think he could change it up a bit.”
“He doesn’t live to entertain you, Kara.” He slid her a sidelong look. “I’d think you’d be looking forward to the chance to show off for everyone.”
“Oh, I am.” She pulled herself straighter, pointing a finger at him. “I’m going to win this year, and I’m sure as hell going to kick your ass.”
“What if we’re on the same team?”
She shrugged, grinning cockily. “Still the individual competition. I am twice the pilot you are, so I should have no problem whipping you.”
Lee snorted softly. “Your ego is twice the size of mine, but I don’t know about the rest of it.”
“Oh, please.” She leaned closer. Lee turned his head to face her fully. “I will bet you -”
“Starbuck!” The major’s bark cut through her challenge. They both jumped. Lee felt his face flush as he looked back towards the front of the room. “Do you and Adama have something to add?”
“No, sir.”
“No, sir,” Lee echoed, barely restraining the impulse to glare at his friend.
“Good! Now, as I was saying, teams will be posted...”
Eventually the major's well-rehearsed speech wound down and he dismissed them. Amid the jostling and shouting of the pilot trainees as they shuffled out of the room, Kara nudged Lee's arm. “So, how about that bet?” She grinned cheekily at him.
He fixed her with a look. “You know betting is against the rules, Kara.”
She rolled her eyes. “Speaking of things said every year...” She stopped walking and pulled him off to the side. “Come on, Lee.” The look in her eyes wasn't so much pleading as challenging. “One little bet isn't going to tarnish that pristine soul of yours too much.”
/*******/
Kara kicked her feet back up onto the table. “So who's up in the pools right now?”
He gave her a serious look. “You know we're not supposed to follow the betting. We're supposed to be objective.”
She snorted. “Yeah, right.”
Lee grinned. “Last I checked, odds were even between you and Kat to win the overall competition.”
“Son of a bitch.” Kara flicked her cigar with more force than necessary, grimacing. “That frakking little upstart. Who's betting on her?”
“A lot of people, apparently.” Lee shrugged. “She's a good pilot. Maybe as good as you.”
“The hell she is!” Kara's indignation was palpable. “Bring up her numbers.”
“We're not done with Carrion yet.” He picked up his pen, looking at the papers. He marked down a 10 (out of 50) for “quality of flying” and summed up the total. “61 out of 150.”
“Like I said, pathetic.” Her face got serious. “Look, Lee, you might want to knock him back to raptors. He had a good hand with them. He can't fly a viper worth crap.”
Lee considered her for a moment. “He's only been on them for a month,” he reminded her.
She shook her head slowly. “Not everyone's cut out to fly a viper.”
Her voice was soft, but it cut deep. Lee looked down, nodding once. “Alright.” He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the sudden tightness in his chest. “Okay.” He set aside Carrion's scoresheet and picked up another from the stack. “Kat, course two. Out of twenty targets, she hit nineteen, missing only one. Shots fired, 24.”
Kara tilted her head. “Funny, I don't think I missed any targets.”
“Yeah, but you fired more shots.”
“Hits count more.”
He shrugged. “Quality of flying?”
Her mouth tightened and she looked away. “Decent,” she conceded after a moment.
“Decent?” Lee raised his eyebrows at her. “I don't think you're entirely unbiased here.”
“What would you give her?”
“Excellent, at least. Numerically, maybe a 45.”
“She wasn't that good. Thirty-five at most.”
“She may have bobbled once or twice, but did you see the way she got around the last hazard? Forty.”
“Thirty-eight.”
“Forty. We're not haggling over price, Kara. I won't lower her score just because your ego can't take it.” He matched her glare-for-glare. Eventually her eyes narrowed.
“What did I get?”
He sighed. “Forty-two,” he admitted, shaking his head at the triumphant grin that crossed her face.
“I guess she can have a forty, then.” She chomped down on her cigar, smirking around it.
He wrote down the score, calculating up the total. “What are you going to do if she beats you?”
“She won't.” Being Kara, she sounded supremely confident. “You never did,” she added, pointing at him with the cigar. “I'm guessing that's why you decided not to fly this time.”
“I'm not flying because I needed to be impartial,” he told her, not looking up from the papers.
“Riiight. I'm sure it has nothing to do with not wanting to get your ass beat again.” She puffed on her cigar while he eyed her. “I guess it wouldn't look too good for the CAG to lose.”
He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “You are so full of yourself.”
“Oh, come on, Lee. I beat you every year at school.”
“Not by much. And if I remember correctly, you and I were tied our last year until you cheated.”
“That wasn't cheating.” There was an edge of laughter to her voice. “That was strategic thinking.” Her smile shifted, turning sly. “Besides, Lee,” she drawled, hooking her arms over the back of her chair, “I thought you'd forgiven me for that.”
/*******/
He was shaking as he climbed out of the cockpit. When he reached the ground, he spotted Kara lounging by the wall, talking and laughing with another pair of pilots. He bypassed her and headed straight for the door, his face set in grim lines.
Unfortunately, she'd apparently spotted him, too. He heard her footsteps come up quick behind him in the hallway. “I got you. I got you so good.” She bounded up beside him, her glee evident. “You really thought I'd bought it, didn't you?”
They'd been racing through an obstacle course, just the two of them, head to head. He'd lost sight of her, thought he'd pulled ahead -- and then there'd been an explosion on the side he'd last seen her on. He'd had only his eyes to look for her, with DRADIS disabled to up the course difficulty, so he'd immediately gone searching. If she'd been disabled, he'd won anyway, and who the frak cared about a race when your best friend may have gone up in flames?
She hadn't, of course, but he didn't know that. He searched the area for five gods damned minutes before he saw a flash of light on metal from the end of the course. She'd frakking tricked him and sailed on to an easy win.
His hands clenched into fists, but he didn't say a word. She had plenty to say, though. “Five minutes. I can't believe you looked for that long! You know there's no way you're going to win the competition now, right? Not with that bad a time.” She smirked up at him. “Guess this means I win our little bet.”
He stopped and whirled on her. “Our bet.” The words came out low and hard, angry.
She was instantly on guard, an edge in her eyes. “Yeah. You remember? Twenty credits?”
“I'm not paying you a damn thing.”
She stepped closer. “I won.”
“You cheated.”
The smirk made a reappearance. “There's nothing in the rules that say I can't pull one over on my gullible opponent.”
He looked away, nodded once. “Maybe not,” he conceded, looking back at her. “Maybe I'll even pay you.” His voice dropped. “But I swear to all the gods, Kara, if you ever do that to me again -”
“Do what?” she challenged him, her voice like a knife under velvet. “Trick you? Or die?”
The words hung between them for a trio of heartbeats. She looked away first, scowling. She tried to push past him.
“Hey!” He grabbed her wrist, yanking her back hard enough to make her stagger.
“Let go of me!” she snarled, trying to wrench her arm away.
His fingers tightened, digging into her flesh. He shoved her towards the wall, still holding on. He stepped into her personal space, close enough to feel her breath on his skin. “I mean it, Kara,” he growled, staring her down. “Never do that to me again.”
She was breathing hard, glaring at him. She was pissed now, and he was glad. Maybe she’d punch him. Maybe she’d give him an excuse and they’d tear each other to shreds right here in this hallway. She’d lose that smugness and he’d have bruises for a week but they’d end up laughing and she really was alive.
His brain said, “Frak this,” and he kissed her.
She made a small sound of surprise and then she was kissing him back. Her free hand clamped on to the back of his head. He pushed her hard into the wall, using more force than he usually would, but he was tasting her mouth and her body felt so good against his. She hitched a knee up on his hip, grinding against him. He tried to lift her but their flight suits provided too little traction and way too much padding for this to work at all.
Kara apparently came to the same conclusion. She started fumbling one-handed for the fastenings on his suit. Lee grabbed for that hand and broke the kiss, rasping, “Not here.”
She stared at him blankly for a split second. “Classroom.”
He nodded and stepped away, releasing her wrists. They walked quick-step down the hall, taking a left at the first junction. They split up, trying doors on either side of the hall. He kept glancing at her, unable to think about much other than the way she moved and please gods let one of these rooms be unlocked.
“Here!” Kara pushed open a classroom door, peeking inside.
Lee all but sprinted to her, grabbing her face in both hands and kissing her. They stumbled across the threshold, the door swinging shut behind them. She pushed him up against it, fumbling for the lock. His hands went for her clothes. Hers followed suit. They both tugged and pulled and pushed, stripping each other until there was finally flesh on flesh. They staggered, still kissing, in the direction of a table against the near wall. His hands explored eagerly, breasts and ass and between her legs, making her cry out. She wrapped a hand around his erection, stroking and tugging, grinning against his mouth when his hips jerked.
He lifted her onto the table, breaking the kiss to drag in a breath. Her legs slid around him, arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer. She bit at his lower lip. He groaned and recaptured her mouth, devouring her. His hands went to her hips, holding her steady. He stroked himself against her, once, twice, feeling her jerk beneath him. On the third stroke he changed the angle and buried himself inside her. She moaned into his mouth, her fingernails digging into his shoulder.
He hesitated, staring into her face. She rolled her hips, muscles clenching around him, making him groan. He withdrew and thrust again, and again, short, hard thrusts, pounding her into the table. She made the most amazing noises, mewling and moaning and egging him on, her hips grinding against him on every stroke. Her head fell back and she cried out his name, her body going rigid with pleasure. The sight pushed him over the edge and he buried himself to the hilt with a hoarse cry, losing himself in her.
He dropped his head onto her shoulder as his shuddering ceased. He sucked in deep breaths, feeling her do the same. Her arms and legs were still wrapped around him, loosely. They fell away slowly. He pushed himself upright.
Looking at her, sweat-marked and breathing hard, he didn’t know what to say. She blinked lazy eyes at him, but didn’t offer anything up. Either she was as much at a loss as he was, or she was waiting for him.
“Starbuck and Apollo to Briefing Room 1b. Starbuck and Apollo to Briefing Room 1b.”
They both jumped, automatically looking up towards the loudspeaker. “I thought we were done for the day,” Kara said.
Lee looked at her. “Guess not.” He hesitated, still uncertain. “We should get dressed.”
She eyed him sardonically. “You think?”
They pulled on their clothing in silence. He glanced at her as they left. She looked perfectly composed. We’ll talk about it later, he promised himself.
/*******/
They never had, not really. They’d somehow reached an unspoken accord to remain “just friends.” And then he’d introduced her to his baby brother…
He coughed, looking away with a half-smile. “Maybe I did forgive you,” he conceded. “That doesn’t change the fact that that year’s score doesn’t really count.”
“Hm.” She leaned forward, grinning at him. “So how about a rematch? You, me, and an obstacle course. Maybe course nine - that one looks tricky.”
Lee eyed her. “I’ll think about it.”
She smirked and stood. Walking around him, her hand trailed across his shoulders. “You do that.” And then she was gone.
Lee picked up his pen, tapping it idly against the table. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Yeah, he’d think about it.