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Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2004)
Characters: Kara "Starbuck" Thrace/Lee "Apollo" Adama
Prompt: #89 -- Work
Word Count: 1511
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After a successful mission, Kara and Lee (both high on stims) get busy.
Author's Notes: Ehehehehe for the SASA Classics of K/L Ficathon xD
Lee's been awake for more than seventy-two hours. He's living on stims, ambrosia, and adrenaline, though they all started to wear thin on his fiftieth run against the Cylon hoard attacking them from behind the nebula. The radioactivity of the Cerberus Nebula cast a veil over whatever Cylon actions were going on, and Lee was, in a basic sense, sending his pilots out blind. The CAG figured that if his pilots were going to be flying in the dark, so would he. The fleet hadn't jumped away yet due to technical difficulties with the FTL drive from the last Cylon attack; at least half of the fleet had been incapacitated after the final jump away from the battleground. How exactly the Cylons had found them, well... Lee didn't want to know.
Lee's in the hanger deck, holding a bottle of stims and a clipboard when Kara's Viper is dragged inside from the fray. Kara rips off her helmet is yelling at the Chief about how her left wing is "utterly frakked, how you sent me out there with one functioning wing is beyond frakking insanity" when Lee pulls her out of the deck by the scruff of her jacket away from an aggravated Tyrol.
"Frakking wing, Lee," Kara mutters roughly, shoving his hand off her jacket. She's dripping with sweat; they both are. The cockpit isn't exactly air-conditioned. She smoothes back her cropped hair in one slick motion; Lee feels a few drops of sweat land on his cheek. Wiping her hand on her pants, she turns to him and sticks out a hand.
"Please sir, I want some more," Kara pleads in her very best Oliver Twist impersonation. Lee raises an eyebrow. Looking down at his clipboard, he sees the tally marks next to her name are messy and hard to decipher, but if there's one thing he can make out it's that Kara's been packing the most stims of the bunch.
"In the past three days, do you know how many of these you've had, Kara--"
"Seventeen," Kara recites, keeping her hand raised. "Come on, Lee, if you don't hand them over, you're going to have to ground me. You don't want your Top Gun grounded." Lee hesitates for a moment, then drops two pills into her outstretched palm. He pours three into his own mouth. Swallow, and onto the next mission. Lee can see Kara happily crunching her portion.
"You know, that's bad for your teeth," Lee grins at her. Kara flashes him a smile full of powdered pills and looks back to the deck. Hotdog is practically falling out of his Viper nearest them. Kara reaches Hotdog's unconscious body before Lee does; she's just feeling the stim hit, and that always gave her the edge on Lee. Lee knew that chewing the stims gave you a faster reaction, but he liked to savor the moments before the high rolled into his system. They both pull his body out of the Viper before handing over the ship to the on-deck attendants. A line of drool is drawn attractively across Hotdog's cheek; Lee hauls him over one shoulder as Kara calls for a paramedic.
Lee feels the stim hit about halfway to sick bay. His step starts to quicken and Kara grins at him.
"It's almost as good as frakking, right?" Kara laughs, also at a clip now. All Lee can do is laugh.
By the time they reach a cot in sick bay, the fleet has finally jumped.
The ship is filled with the roar of victory, even though they barely make it out of the fight with all their Vipers intact. Most of the pilots lay passed out on the floor of the hanger deck; the ones who haven't are busy screeching at the top of their lungs with excitement. Lee and Kara stumble into the hanger deck just in time to be lifted up onto Kat and Flattop's shoulders'. The chants of "Apollo, Apollo!" and "Yeah, Starbuck!" can be heard from the CIC.
Lee smiles the widest he has in a long time. Kara clasps his hand and raises their arms high above the crowd below them. "Got those frakkers, didn't we," Kara yells to Lee over the shrieks of the crowd.
"Sure did," he concurs. He then turned to the rest of the crowd. "Go rest up, pilots; for those of you still on a stim kick, ambrosia's on me in the pilot lounge." Lee and Kara are let down while about three quarters of the pilot gang went off to their barracks. The CAG pulls an arm around Kara's shoulder as Kara leads the way. Lee likes the feel of her under his embrace; the way she swaggers as she walks, and they way she careens her hips into his own every so often. He can feel his brain on overdrive, but he isn't sure whether it's from the stims or just... well, something else.
After a round or two of ambrosia, nearly all the pilots are in the barracks. Kat salutes Lee and Kara on the way out of the pilot's lounge; Apollo and Starbuck are the only ones left. They'd been the last to receive any stims, so it was a natural turn of events.
Kara stands and stretches her arms to the ceiling.
"Do you know what I need?" she asks the light fixture above them.
"What," Lee supplies.
"A shower." Lee grins.
"Let's go to the head." Lee is sitting in the corner of the room, a near-empty bottle of ambrosia in his arms. Kara turns to him and put out an unsteady arm; her hand shakes from the stim overdose.
"Not-- not yet," she says softly. To Lee, it sounded almost like a plea.
Kara let her knees fall to the ground around Lee's extended legs and plants an arm above his shoulder. She takes a swig of ambrosia from the bottle in his arms, and finally tosses it over his shoulder. He hears it break on the floor behind them, but all Lee can really concentrate on is the proximity of his Top Gun, his Kara.
"Kara," Lee whispers. "You're high."
They both are.
"High on life, Apollo," Kara murmurs before kissing him.
Lee's been expecting this moment for years; he just never thought that it would happen in the pilot lounge. Her kiss isn't soft or feminine... it's rough and bestial. Lee feels her bite his lower lip before tearing herself away from his lips to his neck.
"You taste so good," she huffs lustily. Lee shudders as she licks her way up his neck. He grabs at her waist, and then lower, scooting her ass closer to his torso.
"Frak, Kara," he groans. He gets on his knees and lays her down on the metal floor; she pulls him down with her, licking, kissing, and biting his neck. Kara is quick to strip Lee down; first the tanks come off, and Lee's sure that in her exuberance that she's ripped them both; then the trunks, and he's naked. He feels her paw at his waist and stomach with one hand while she tugs vigorously at her own clothing. Lee is happy to oblige her.
"Come on, Apollo," Kara hisses. "Now." Lee spares one final looks at the open door of the pilot's lounge before entering her. Kara moans loudly before Lee muffles her with a kiss; Lee himself doesn't quite know how to contain himself at the new sensations filling him. It's like finding the missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle, or taking out a Cylon basestar, or sparring with Helo in the weight room. It's beyond anything he's ever felt, even with other girls. Kara's always been his unattainable idol, and to finally have her was enough to blow his mind. Needless to say, having stims on the brain made every stroke that much more... well, orgasmic.
Lee couldn't contain Kara's moans.
"Frak it, Kara, they're going to hear--"
"Lee, don't you dare stop," Kara growls, locking her legs around his hips. She tugs his rolled up pants down to his ankles and wraps her arms around his back, digging her nails deep into his flesh. He hisses.
"What the frak, Kara--" he starts, but she smothers him with a kiss. Her tongue invades his warm mouth, searching, exploring new territory. Every so often Kara's breathing hitches as he brings her close to the edge.
"Gonna, come," Kara groans on each beat of his thrusting. Lee nods into her neck and picks up the speed. She whines for a moment before banging her head sharply against the floor behind her. The skull-to-metal crash was just loud enough to cover her scream. Kara's breathing heavily when Lee finally comes inside her with a low-pitched groan.
As Lee pulls on his clothes, he thinks he can feel the stim high wearing off.
"Starbuck, out," Kara salutes at the door. She leaves while Lee is still pulling on his second tank. Lee can hear her briefly greet Commander Adama outside the pilot's lounge door, and Lee goes pale.
Characters: Kara "Starbuck" Thrace/Lee "Apollo" Adama
Prompt: #89 -- Work
Word Count: 1511
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After a successful mission, Kara and Lee (both high on stims) get busy.
Author's Notes: Ehehehehe for the SASA Classics of K/L Ficathon xD
Lee's been awake for more than seventy-two hours. He's living on stims, ambrosia, and adrenaline, though they all started to wear thin on his fiftieth run against the Cylon hoard attacking them from behind the nebula. The radioactivity of the Cerberus Nebula cast a veil over whatever Cylon actions were going on, and Lee was, in a basic sense, sending his pilots out blind. The CAG figured that if his pilots were going to be flying in the dark, so would he. The fleet hadn't jumped away yet due to technical difficulties with the FTL drive from the last Cylon attack; at least half of the fleet had been incapacitated after the final jump away from the battleground. How exactly the Cylons had found them, well... Lee didn't want to know.
Lee's in the hanger deck, holding a bottle of stims and a clipboard when Kara's Viper is dragged inside from the fray. Kara rips off her helmet is yelling at the Chief about how her left wing is "utterly frakked, how you sent me out there with one functioning wing is beyond frakking insanity" when Lee pulls her out of the deck by the scruff of her jacket away from an aggravated Tyrol.
"Frakking wing, Lee," Kara mutters roughly, shoving his hand off her jacket. She's dripping with sweat; they both are. The cockpit isn't exactly air-conditioned. She smoothes back her cropped hair in one slick motion; Lee feels a few drops of sweat land on his cheek. Wiping her hand on her pants, she turns to him and sticks out a hand.
"Please sir, I want some more," Kara pleads in her very best Oliver Twist impersonation. Lee raises an eyebrow. Looking down at his clipboard, he sees the tally marks next to her name are messy and hard to decipher, but if there's one thing he can make out it's that Kara's been packing the most stims of the bunch.
"In the past three days, do you know how many of these you've had, Kara--"
"Seventeen," Kara recites, keeping her hand raised. "Come on, Lee, if you don't hand them over, you're going to have to ground me. You don't want your Top Gun grounded." Lee hesitates for a moment, then drops two pills into her outstretched palm. He pours three into his own mouth. Swallow, and onto the next mission. Lee can see Kara happily crunching her portion.
"You know, that's bad for your teeth," Lee grins at her. Kara flashes him a smile full of powdered pills and looks back to the deck. Hotdog is practically falling out of his Viper nearest them. Kara reaches Hotdog's unconscious body before Lee does; she's just feeling the stim hit, and that always gave her the edge on Lee. Lee knew that chewing the stims gave you a faster reaction, but he liked to savor the moments before the high rolled into his system. They both pull his body out of the Viper before handing over the ship to the on-deck attendants. A line of drool is drawn attractively across Hotdog's cheek; Lee hauls him over one shoulder as Kara calls for a paramedic.
Lee feels the stim hit about halfway to sick bay. His step starts to quicken and Kara grins at him.
"It's almost as good as frakking, right?" Kara laughs, also at a clip now. All Lee can do is laugh.
By the time they reach a cot in sick bay, the fleet has finally jumped.
The ship is filled with the roar of victory, even though they barely make it out of the fight with all their Vipers intact. Most of the pilots lay passed out on the floor of the hanger deck; the ones who haven't are busy screeching at the top of their lungs with excitement. Lee and Kara stumble into the hanger deck just in time to be lifted up onto Kat and Flattop's shoulders'. The chants of "Apollo, Apollo!" and "Yeah, Starbuck!" can be heard from the CIC.
Lee smiles the widest he has in a long time. Kara clasps his hand and raises their arms high above the crowd below them. "Got those frakkers, didn't we," Kara yells to Lee over the shrieks of the crowd.
"Sure did," he concurs. He then turned to the rest of the crowd. "Go rest up, pilots; for those of you still on a stim kick, ambrosia's on me in the pilot lounge." Lee and Kara are let down while about three quarters of the pilot gang went off to their barracks. The CAG pulls an arm around Kara's shoulder as Kara leads the way. Lee likes the feel of her under his embrace; the way she swaggers as she walks, and they way she careens her hips into his own every so often. He can feel his brain on overdrive, but he isn't sure whether it's from the stims or just... well, something else.
After a round or two of ambrosia, nearly all the pilots are in the barracks. Kat salutes Lee and Kara on the way out of the pilot's lounge; Apollo and Starbuck are the only ones left. They'd been the last to receive any stims, so it was a natural turn of events.
Kara stands and stretches her arms to the ceiling.
"Do you know what I need?" she asks the light fixture above them.
"What," Lee supplies.
"A shower." Lee grins.
"Let's go to the head." Lee is sitting in the corner of the room, a near-empty bottle of ambrosia in his arms. Kara turns to him and put out an unsteady arm; her hand shakes from the stim overdose.
"Not-- not yet," she says softly. To Lee, it sounded almost like a plea.
Kara let her knees fall to the ground around Lee's extended legs and plants an arm above his shoulder. She takes a swig of ambrosia from the bottle in his arms, and finally tosses it over his shoulder. He hears it break on the floor behind them, but all Lee can really concentrate on is the proximity of his Top Gun, his Kara.
"Kara," Lee whispers. "You're high."
They both are.
"High on life, Apollo," Kara murmurs before kissing him.
Lee's been expecting this moment for years; he just never thought that it would happen in the pilot lounge. Her kiss isn't soft or feminine... it's rough and bestial. Lee feels her bite his lower lip before tearing herself away from his lips to his neck.
"You taste so good," she huffs lustily. Lee shudders as she licks her way up his neck. He grabs at her waist, and then lower, scooting her ass closer to his torso.
"Frak, Kara," he groans. He gets on his knees and lays her down on the metal floor; she pulls him down with her, licking, kissing, and biting his neck. Kara is quick to strip Lee down; first the tanks come off, and Lee's sure that in her exuberance that she's ripped them both; then the trunks, and he's naked. He feels her paw at his waist and stomach with one hand while she tugs vigorously at her own clothing. Lee is happy to oblige her.
"Come on, Apollo," Kara hisses. "Now." Lee spares one final looks at the open door of the pilot's lounge before entering her. Kara moans loudly before Lee muffles her with a kiss; Lee himself doesn't quite know how to contain himself at the new sensations filling him. It's like finding the missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle, or taking out a Cylon basestar, or sparring with Helo in the weight room. It's beyond anything he's ever felt, even with other girls. Kara's always been his unattainable idol, and to finally have her was enough to blow his mind. Needless to say, having stims on the brain made every stroke that much more... well, orgasmic.
Lee couldn't contain Kara's moans.
"Frak it, Kara, they're going to hear--"
"Lee, don't you dare stop," Kara growls, locking her legs around his hips. She tugs his rolled up pants down to his ankles and wraps her arms around his back, digging her nails deep into his flesh. He hisses.
"What the frak, Kara--" he starts, but she smothers him with a kiss. Her tongue invades his warm mouth, searching, exploring new territory. Every so often Kara's breathing hitches as he brings her close to the edge.
"Gonna, come," Kara groans on each beat of his thrusting. Lee nods into her neck and picks up the speed. She whines for a moment before banging her head sharply against the floor behind her. The skull-to-metal crash was just loud enough to cover her scream. Kara's breathing heavily when Lee finally comes inside her with a low-pitched groan.
As Lee pulls on his clothes, he thinks he can feel the stim high wearing off.
"Starbuck, out," Kara salutes at the door. She leaves while Lee is still pulling on his second tank. Lee can hear her briefly greet Commander Adama outside the pilot's lounge door, and Lee goes pale.