The relentless rock of her hips wrings satisfaction out of him. Since she got the bandages off her hands the sex has been so good it distracts him from that bittersweet edge almost every visit has had since they left New Caprica behind. It's like her hands have lost time and she has to make up for it. She traces his collarbone, presses her fingers against his lips until he captures them in his mouth; her hands cling to his shoulders and leave marks he's almost as proud of as the tattoo on his arm.
He gave her a choice. She didn't go to Lee, didn't go to anyone, and she didn't say she's finally ready for a divorce. She came back to him, and with her on his lap, sweat-slick and boneless against him as she catches her breath, he has to think that there's still love here after all. Love she can't quantify, maybe, or love she struggles with, but it's there. He's never been able to make Kara do anything she didn't want to do
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He gave her a choice. She didn't go to Lee, didn't go to anyone, and she didn't say she's finally ready for a divorce. She came back to him, and with her on his lap, sweat-slick and boneless against him as she catches her breath, he has to think that there's still love here after all. Love she can't quantify, maybe, or love she struggles with, but it's there. He's never been able to make Kara do anything she didn't want to do ( ... )
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(still annoyed that we didn't get the tag return in canon, but this makes up for it)
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