Bunk Snuggles & Daddy Issues
Fic: Bunk Snuggles & Daddy Issues
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Length: 1,259
Rating: R
Summary: Lee just wants someone to love him, thinks maybe that person is at the bottom of a bottle.
Written for rachelmack at no_takebacks for the Wish Granting Week.
She woke to her curtain being pulled roughly open and a body falling un-ceremoniously into her rack.
“Gods Lee!” She yelped, groggy and surprised. “What the frak?!”
Giggling in a very un-Lee-like fashion he struggled with his uncoordinated appendages to pull himself fully inside the bunk. “Need to lay down. Can’t climb.” His cave-man brevity of words got her attention right away. I took just a moment more for her to realize that he meant that he couldn’t climb the ladder to his bunk above her.
As the last vestiges of sleep slipped away Kara began to become increasingly aware that Lee Adama was completely sauced. Sighing she shoved at his unresponsive body. “Well you can’t lay down here! Go sleep it off in Hot Dog’s rack. He’s a bottom AND on CAP for another 6 hours. This one’s occupied.”
Shaking his head, he leaned over to pull her against him. His words came out thick and heavy. “Too late now. Too tired. Can’t stand.” And after a moment of nuzzling into her neck, he added happily, “You’re warm, Kara.”
“You’re drunk, Lee.” She responded tiredly, “And you can’t sleep here.”
Nestling tighter into her chest and twining his legs with hers, he sighed. “Please.”
“No.”
“I’ll be good.” He promised solemnly, even as his hands traced distractingly along the bare skin of her arm. “Scout’s honor.”
Laughing at his failed attempt to salute some frakked up version of the scout sign, she questioned, “Were you even ever a boy scout?”
“Yup.” He grinned. “Got all my badges. Wanna see?”
“You still have them!?” She asked stunned.
“Oh. I guess not. I can recite them though. I got the fire starting badge and the wood working badge…” He started counting them off on his fingers as he proudly worked through the list.
Cutting him off before he ran out of fingers, she laughed as she pinched his nose teasingly, “You’re cute when you're drunk, you know that?"
"You're beautiful all the time Kara.' He mumbled sloppily into her hair. "Sometimes, you're so beautiful I have to look the other way."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." He answered dreamily. "Most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Smiling at his candor, she declared him even drunker than she’d thought.
“S’true!” He promised.
“Not that this isn't wonderful for my ego, but you still can’t sleep here. And who got you drunk? I thought you had a dinner meeting with the Old Man tonight?” It wasn’t that Lee didn’t drink, but it was rarely to this extent. She knew from experience that liquor made him too honest for his own liking. She hadn’t seen him this well and truly loaded since after Zak’s death when they’d both survived that first hellish week by drinking away every memory they couldn’t stand to bear. Her recollection of that week was still hazy at best, but she remembered enough to know that a drunk-Lee was an honest-Lee and he always regretted it afterwards.
“I did.” He murmured quietly.
Sensing his change in mood, she reached out to nudge him. “What happened?”
Raising his bleary eyes to meet hers, he croaked out. “He loved Zak more. Everyone loved Zak more.”
The words broke her heart. Wrapping her arms around him in comfort, she simply held him, her hands stroking gently along his back.
“That’s not true, Lee. He just loved him different.”
“What about you?” He breathed into her ear.
Scared of her answer but more afraid of causing him pain by not responding, she conceded, “I loved him first, Lee. It doesn’t mean I loved him more.” When he didn’t respond, she pushed him back to catch his eyes. “Why does it have to be one or the other, Lee? Can’t we both love each of you, equally and differently?”
“Dunno” He admitted, as reached to cup her cheek. “Can you?”
“Haven't you heard? I’m Starbuck.” She gloated, much more confidently than she felt. “I can do anything.”
Collapsing back against the mattress, his world started spinning uncomfortably. Groaning, he begged, “Then can you let me sleep here tonight?”
Her resolve softened by his obvious emotional turmoil, she gave in. “Fine, but not in your dress blues.”
He barely moved at her response. Just smiled and muttered a vague, “You’re the best.”
“Lee,” she reminded him, “You have to change out of your uniform.”
Reaching out without even bothering to open his eyes, he swatted at her leg. “Help.”
“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?” She accused.
“Can’t move.” He promised trying for another version of his ‘scout’s honor’ sign, but it came out as more of a rude gesture than any display of his honor.
Realizing that any assistance from him would be a long time coming, she threw up for hands in defeat. As she struggled to undo his buttons and remove his shirt, she groused, “This is not nearly as sexy as the last time I took off all your clothes.”
Lifting his head, he asked her seriously, “Want me to flex my abs?”
Pretending to consider it for a moment while she unzipped his pants, she patted his chest gently. “Naw, you’ll probably puke from the effort. Maybe next time, stud.”
“Tomorrow?” He asked hopefully, lifting his hips up as she worked at the fastening of his pants.
Tugging them down his legs and pulling off his boots, she huffed, “Keep dreaming.”
“All done?” He asked.
Sliding down beside him, she nodded. Before she even had a chance to situate, he’d wrapped himself around her back anchoring them tightly together.
“Comfy?” She asked dryly, rolling her eyes.
“Mmmmmm.” He agreed.
Relaxing into his hold she quickly became aware of his erection wedged tightly against her ass. “Um Lee? I thought you promised to be a good boy tonight.” Wiggling wickedly she pressed herself back against his length.
Groaning loudly against her neck, he pushed his hips up to meet her, “M’a boy scout, Kara. Not a saint. Sides, I forgot to tell you about my tent pitching badge before.”
Snorting, she opted for another distraction to tease him, “Fine. But I’m telling Dad on you tomorrow.” His fingers momentarily tightened on her hip at the mention of his father.
“Good.” He breathed huskily as his hand slid beneath her tank to tease the soft expanse of her flat stomach. “Serves ‘im right.”
Covering his roaming hand under hers, she turned to quirk her brow at him. “Why do you say that?”
Taking advantage of her stretched neck, he leaned in to lick a wet stripe along its length. Her eyes rolling back at the pleasure, she almost missed his response.
“Told me tonight to stay away from you.” He admitted, sliding his hand free from beneath her confining one, tracing up her body to cup her breast hesitantly. “Said he sees the way I look at you ‘n it’s a dishonor to my brother.”
Trying to catch her breath against his onslaught, while digesting his words, she sighed, “So you got drunk and came here?”
She could feel him nodding against her neck as he continued laving her skin. “Why?”
Lifting his head to press his forehead to hers, he whispered, “Cuz frak him.”
She reveled at the contact or their skin, it had been so long. “You can’t expect him to understand this, Lee. Not when we barely do.” Leaning up she dropped a soft kiss against his forehead.
“You ‘member after Zak died? That week?”
She nodded. “Mostly.”
“You ‘member what I told you?
A rueful smile covered her face, she nodded again.
“Meant it.”
Turning away, but pulling his arms back around her, she whispered, “I know you did, Lee. I meant it too.”
“G’night, Kara.”
Reaching up to swipe away the single tear that had fallen she decided to give in to him, just this once. She reached down to catch his hand.
“Night, Lee.”
Also recieved this GEM from rachelindeed which makes me squee so much! Read it now and tell her how wonderful it is.
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Length: 1,259
Rating: R
Summary: Lee just wants someone to love him, thinks maybe that person is at the bottom of a bottle.
Written for rachelmack at no_takebacks for the Wish Granting Week.
She woke to her curtain being pulled roughly open and a body falling un-ceremoniously into her rack.
“Gods Lee!” She yelped, groggy and surprised. “What the frak?!”
Giggling in a very un-Lee-like fashion he struggled with his uncoordinated appendages to pull himself fully inside the bunk. “Need to lay down. Can’t climb.” His cave-man brevity of words got her attention right away. I took just a moment more for her to realize that he meant that he couldn’t climb the ladder to his bunk above her.
As the last vestiges of sleep slipped away Kara began to become increasingly aware that Lee Adama was completely sauced. Sighing she shoved at his unresponsive body. “Well you can’t lay down here! Go sleep it off in Hot Dog’s rack. He’s a bottom AND on CAP for another 6 hours. This one’s occupied.”
Shaking his head, he leaned over to pull her against him. His words came out thick and heavy. “Too late now. Too tired. Can’t stand.” And after a moment of nuzzling into her neck, he added happily, “You’re warm, Kara.”
“You’re drunk, Lee.” She responded tiredly, “And you can’t sleep here.”
Nestling tighter into her chest and twining his legs with hers, he sighed. “Please.”
“No.”
“I’ll be good.” He promised solemnly, even as his hands traced distractingly along the bare skin of her arm. “Scout’s honor.”
Laughing at his failed attempt to salute some frakked up version of the scout sign, she questioned, “Were you even ever a boy scout?”
“Yup.” He grinned. “Got all my badges. Wanna see?”
“You still have them!?” She asked stunned.
“Oh. I guess not. I can recite them though. I got the fire starting badge and the wood working badge…” He started counting them off on his fingers as he proudly worked through the list.
Cutting him off before he ran out of fingers, she laughed as she pinched his nose teasingly, “You’re cute when you're drunk, you know that?"
"You're beautiful all the time Kara.' He mumbled sloppily into her hair. "Sometimes, you're so beautiful I have to look the other way."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." He answered dreamily. "Most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Smiling at his candor, she declared him even drunker than she’d thought.
“S’true!” He promised.
“Not that this isn't wonderful for my ego, but you still can’t sleep here. And who got you drunk? I thought you had a dinner meeting with the Old Man tonight?” It wasn’t that Lee didn’t drink, but it was rarely to this extent. She knew from experience that liquor made him too honest for his own liking. She hadn’t seen him this well and truly loaded since after Zak’s death when they’d both survived that first hellish week by drinking away every memory they couldn’t stand to bear. Her recollection of that week was still hazy at best, but she remembered enough to know that a drunk-Lee was an honest-Lee and he always regretted it afterwards.
“I did.” He murmured quietly.
Sensing his change in mood, she reached out to nudge him. “What happened?”
Raising his bleary eyes to meet hers, he croaked out. “He loved Zak more. Everyone loved Zak more.”
The words broke her heart. Wrapping her arms around him in comfort, she simply held him, her hands stroking gently along his back.
“That’s not true, Lee. He just loved him different.”
“What about you?” He breathed into her ear.
Scared of her answer but more afraid of causing him pain by not responding, she conceded, “I loved him first, Lee. It doesn’t mean I loved him more.” When he didn’t respond, she pushed him back to catch his eyes. “Why does it have to be one or the other, Lee? Can’t we both love each of you, equally and differently?”
“Dunno” He admitted, as reached to cup her cheek. “Can you?”
“Haven't you heard? I’m Starbuck.” She gloated, much more confidently than she felt. “I can do anything.”
Collapsing back against the mattress, his world started spinning uncomfortably. Groaning, he begged, “Then can you let me sleep here tonight?”
Her resolve softened by his obvious emotional turmoil, she gave in. “Fine, but not in your dress blues.”
He barely moved at her response. Just smiled and muttered a vague, “You’re the best.”
“Lee,” she reminded him, “You have to change out of your uniform.”
Reaching out without even bothering to open his eyes, he swatted at her leg. “Help.”
“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?” She accused.
“Can’t move.” He promised trying for another version of his ‘scout’s honor’ sign, but it came out as more of a rude gesture than any display of his honor.
Realizing that any assistance from him would be a long time coming, she threw up for hands in defeat. As she struggled to undo his buttons and remove his shirt, she groused, “This is not nearly as sexy as the last time I took off all your clothes.”
Lifting his head, he asked her seriously, “Want me to flex my abs?”
Pretending to consider it for a moment while she unzipped his pants, she patted his chest gently. “Naw, you’ll probably puke from the effort. Maybe next time, stud.”
“Tomorrow?” He asked hopefully, lifting his hips up as she worked at the fastening of his pants.
Tugging them down his legs and pulling off his boots, she huffed, “Keep dreaming.”
“All done?” He asked.
Sliding down beside him, she nodded. Before she even had a chance to situate, he’d wrapped himself around her back anchoring them tightly together.
“Comfy?” She asked dryly, rolling her eyes.
“Mmmmmm.” He agreed.
Relaxing into his hold she quickly became aware of his erection wedged tightly against her ass. “Um Lee? I thought you promised to be a good boy tonight.” Wiggling wickedly she pressed herself back against his length.
Groaning loudly against her neck, he pushed his hips up to meet her, “M’a boy scout, Kara. Not a saint. Sides, I forgot to tell you about my tent pitching badge before.”
Snorting, she opted for another distraction to tease him, “Fine. But I’m telling Dad on you tomorrow.” His fingers momentarily tightened on her hip at the mention of his father.
“Good.” He breathed huskily as his hand slid beneath her tank to tease the soft expanse of her flat stomach. “Serves ‘im right.”
Covering his roaming hand under hers, she turned to quirk her brow at him. “Why do you say that?”
Taking advantage of her stretched neck, he leaned in to lick a wet stripe along its length. Her eyes rolling back at the pleasure, she almost missed his response.
“Told me tonight to stay away from you.” He admitted, sliding his hand free from beneath her confining one, tracing up her body to cup her breast hesitantly. “Said he sees the way I look at you ‘n it’s a dishonor to my brother.”
Trying to catch her breath against his onslaught, while digesting his words, she sighed, “So you got drunk and came here?”
She could feel him nodding against her neck as he continued laving her skin. “Why?”
Lifting his head to press his forehead to hers, he whispered, “Cuz frak him.”
She reveled at the contact or their skin, it had been so long. “You can’t expect him to understand this, Lee. Not when we barely do.” Leaning up she dropped a soft kiss against his forehead.
“You ‘member after Zak died? That week?”
She nodded. “Mostly.”
“You ‘member what I told you?
A rueful smile covered her face, she nodded again.
“Meant it.”
Turning away, but pulling his arms back around her, she whispered, “I know you did, Lee. I meant it too.”
“G’night, Kara.”
Reaching up to swipe away the single tear that had fallen she decided to give in to him, just this once. She reached down to catch his hand.
“Night, Lee.”
Also recieved this GEM from rachelindeed which makes me squee so much! Read it now and tell her how wonderful it is.