BSG fic

Disclaimers: Battlestar Galactica and its characters are created by and owned in whole and in part by these entities: Universal Studios, Sci Fi TV and Ron Moore. The piece of fiction is meant to entertain and provoke interest in the show, not to infringe on their copyrights.

Please note there is strong language and occasional violence in this piece of fiction. Although on the TV Battlestar Galactica is bound by certain television censors and standards, these constraints do not apply to fiction writing. In my universe, characters such as Lee and Kara would act and speak in a manner perhaps unacceptable to some of us in Real Life. Please be advised.

With gratitude to helmeta who first pointed out this prompt table and who has shared the happy squee of late-arriving fangirls.
All blame to athena4lynn who started my obsession, and jaybee65 and swatkat24 who have nurtured and encouraged it. IT”S ALL YOUR FAULT.

Great thanks to shanola22 and gritkitty for beta assistance! (All errors are mine!)

Reference: The un_love community and prompt table.

I need to acknowledge Kate Andrews and her lovely stories. I loved and stole borrowed her idea of Lee doing pushups in the night, working out his stress.


Rating: Adult, for language and sex




Prompt 14: "I’m awake and you’re breathing"



She woke with a start, limbs flailing, heart pounding, breathing heavily. It took a moment or two for her eyes to focus, gather her thoughts, realize she was lying in her bunk. Just a dream, she thought, but the specifics were already gone. All she knew was, given her sweat-soaked sheets, that it had to have been a nightmare. Or, she grinned in the dark, one hell of a good dream.

She brushed lank hair out of her eyes, rolled to face the wall.

And realized she wasn’t the only one in the room that was panting.

Ah, gods, Lee.

She rolled back over, pulled the curtain partway back; the cool air made goosebumps rise on her damp skin. The quarters were always slightly lit, even in the middle of the night: CAP pilots were on 24-hour rotation and it was less disturbing to the sleepers to leave low-level lights on. So it was easy enough to see Lee Adama, dressed only in his off-duty sweatpants, doing pushups in the center of the room.

He’d been at it for a while, his bare torso was gleaming with sweat. For as long as she had known him, he’d used this technique for dealing with stress or worry – exerting himself physically until he collapsed.

Normally she would have swiped at him with a sarcastic comment and gone back to sleep, but tomorrow he had to fly her mission – a mission they both knew she would have done better.

Lack of sleep wouldn’t hone his skills.

“Shouldn’t your ass be in your rack?”

He glanced up at her, but kept going, lower down, press up. “Can’t sleep.”

She watched a bead of sweat trickle down his forearm, saw how the muscles twitched in its wake. “So you figure working until you drop is the solution? Great idea, I’m sure you’ll be all primed for flying tomorrow.”

A flicker of anger lit his eyes. “I’m not a child and I’m not your subordinate.”

“No, sir, you’re not. But I respectfully submit, sir, that driving yourself to exhaustion is not the best way to prepare for a critical mission.”

In the dim light she thought he flushed, with anger or embarrassment she wasn’t sure. Someone muttered shut the frak up from behind the safety of the curtains.

She scrambled out of her bunk, extended a hand to him. “Come with me.”

His hand was warm and slick in hers. He allowed her to heave him to his feet and silently followed her into the Officers’ Head. Turning on the faucet, he doused his head under the stream of cold water.

“You’re too wound up about this,” she started, careful to keep her voice low to prevent echoes.

He ran a hand through his cropped hair, scattering droplets. “Thanks for the concern. Between you, my father and the entire frakking crew, I’m overwhelmed with everyone’s confidence in me.”

“Our confidence isn’t the issue, Lee. Yours is.”

She watched the emotions cross his face – temper, frustration and finally resignation - before he sighed and slumped against the metal sink. “Yeah, well, now you know why I can’t sleep.”

“What were you up to?”

“241.”

“Damn.”

That made him laugh. He pushed off the sink, wiped his hands on his thighs. “I was going for 300.”

She was suddenly, keenly aware that it was the middle of the night, they were alone in the head and he was half-naked. It was a wild thought, a crazy one, but she was nothing if not spontaneous. She stepped up to him, not touching, but near enough to crowd his space. “There are other ways to shake off nerves and get some sleep.”

Something flickered in his eyes. “Back off.”

Always contrary, she stepped forward instead, so close her breasts brushed his chest. “We’re not on duty; what are you so afraid of?”

His jaw worked, she was certain he was gritting his teeth, but he didn’t respond.

She leaned in and up, licked his lips. “C’mon Lee, I guarantee you’ll sleep afterwards.” Looping an arm around his sweaty neck, she kissed him, pushed her tongue into his unresponsive mouth.

He stood passively, hands hanging limply at his sides, but she felt the tension reverberating in his shoulders and neck. She took the final half-step to press her body to his and felt him give a shuddering sigh. Then his arms wrapped around her, so tight she could barely breathe and he kissed her back hungrily.

His hands slid down her back, slipped inside her sweatpants and cupped her ass. Pulling her close, she could feel his hard-on starting, despite the layers of clothing between them.

He pulled back, cupped her jaw. “Not here.” Flushing with disappointment, she began to withdraw. He understood immediately. “Not in the middle of the head.” He glanced over his shoulder, tipped his head toward the stalls. “This way.” Pulling her back into a deep kiss, he spun her around. She gripped his waist as they stumbled across the room, trying to manoever without losing hold of each other. He backed into a stall, slamming the door open.

She snickered at the sound. “Oh, that’s discreet.”

“This is insane,” he whispered against her lips, “you are frakking insane.” Then bit his lip as she reached inside his pants and caressed his balls, rolling them gently in her fingers.

“For fraks’ sake, Lee, stop thinking. I’m awake and you’re breathing. What more reason do you need?”

His answer was to lock the stall and jerk her pants down. Pressing her back against the door, he nudged her knees apart with his own, and slid his fingers down over her belly. He touched her gently with one fingertip, sliding back and forth before parting the folds of skin and inserting it into her. She moaned into his mouth.

She adjusted her hand, wrapped her fingers around his cock and gripped him hard. A low groan rumbled in his chest; he pushed his pelvis toward her, caught her rhythm. His slick fingers stroked her clit, teasing and tormenting her. Their hands moved in unison; Kara shuddered and closed her eyes as he hit a particularly good spot. She ran her fingers over the head of his cock, smeared the pre-come around for lubrication before stroking him harder.

“Gods,” Lee breathed, and licked his lips. He laid a hand on hers. “Stop... just for a minute.”

She grinned up at him. “Uncle?”

His face was flushed, the color ran down his neck and the top of his chest, and he was breathing heavily. He tipped his forehead against the door next to her. “No... I just ... I don’t want to finish too soon.” He grinned, self-consciously. But his fingers continued moving, sliding, pressing her just where she craved his touch.

One finger slid in her, then two and she spread her legs further apart to give him access. His fingers, oh gods, his fingers were driving her wild, pushing her further and then he turned his hand slightly and his thumb brushed her clit and the sensations drove her over. She tried to say his name as she came, but his mouth was on hers, enforcing quiet.


When her breath came back and her heart rate slowed, he was leaning into her, his hard-on pressed to her thigh. She tightened her grip on his cock, felt his intake of breath in response.

“Why,” she hissed, rebuilding the rhythm of her strokes, tugging at him roughly, “are you still wearing your pants?” She shook her left leg, felt her own sweatpants slip and pool at her feet, stepped out of them and kicked the fabric aside.

His hands slid down, over her hips and up again before releasing her. “I was … otherwise occupied?” Obediently, he shucked off his pants before pressing himself full-body to her. The heat of his bare skin against hers was a shock and the craving flared up in her belly.

She rose up on her tiptoes, trying to position herself on him. The damaged knee wouldn’t take it; a bolt of pain shot up her leg and she hissed.

“Give it to me,” he whispered. She raised her right leg up and he slipped a powerful forearm under her thigh. His other hand cupped her ass and he lifted her easily, pressing her into the corner of the stall. The metal was cold on her back; she gasped slightly at the chill, then a deeper breath when he slipped inside her.

She locked her arms around his neck and let him set the pace. Settling her head onto his shoulder, she bit his trapezoid gently when he drove deeper. He tasted salty; they were both sweaty, flesh sliding on slick flesh. She could feel the strain in his arms as he held her, the hard muscles twitched under her hands. His mouth clamped on hers and he thrust hard; her back rapped hard against the metal walls and the discomfort only added to the hunger ripping through her.

The sudden creak of the door hatch broke her concentration; she heard voices and put a finger to his lips in warning. And gave silent thanks that the Galactica’s designers had seen fit to install floor-length doors in the commode stalls.

Her name – her name and Lee’s – were the first things she heard.

“... -rbuck and Apollo ...”

“At it again?”

A huge sigh. “Hell, yes. It’s the middle of the frakking quarters, in the middle of the frakking night, and those two are fighting again.” There was a pause and the sound of running water before the unknown she – it sounded like Kat, perhaps - continued. “I thought they’d come in here to continue it, but obviously not.”

“Maybe they took it down to the flight deck.”

“Better they should entertain the knuckledraggers than wake everyone up.”

There was a murmur of agreement.

All the time, Lee continued frakking her, having slowed down to small and controlled movements so as not to make noise. She was torn between wanting to laugh at their predicament and giving a full-throated groan of pleasure. Instead she bit her lip.

“CAG’s wound up tighter than a drum about the mission tomorrow.”

“Dunno why. The man’s a godsdamn amazing pilot.”

Another general murmur of agreement. The water shut off.

“Starbuck’s better.” The voices were fading; thank the Lords of Kobol they were moving to the exit.

“Starbuck’s frakking incredible, but she’s crazy as a loon.” Lee’s hand clapped over her mouth, gods only knew what her face looked like. “Be grateful Apollo’s the CAG and not her.”

“So, who’s been tapped to fly...” The hatch clanged shut.

They were both silent for another moment, even as his hips continued to piston into her. He dropped his hand from her face and began to snicker, his entire body shuddering with barely-suppressed hilarity. Shoulders shaking, eyes watering from the effort to be quiet, she dropped her head and bit his neck to prevent herself from howling out loud.

“I’m incredible!”

He grinned back at her. “Better yet, I’m amazing!”

“You are.” Laughter fading, she looked straight into his eyes. Watched his reaction and saw – perhaps for the first time – how much he relied on her opinion of him. That was uncomfortable and she quickly shifted gears and lightened her tone. “You’re pretty good at sex, too.”

As she intended, he rose to the challenge. “Only pretty good?” He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster.

She closed her eyes as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh, yeah, just like that. Pretty good, yeah, any - any port in a storm you know.” Her breath was coming harder as she climbed. Her climax crashed over her; her hands curved, dug her short nails into his shoulders as she clung to him. Within seconds, he followed, breathing her name into her ear as he came.

He lowered her and they clung together, sweat cooling on their skin, breathing slowly returning to normal. She felt his pulse pounding in his neck where her head rested. By unspoken mutual agreement, they both pulled away after a few minutes. Kara fished her pants from the corner of the stall, glanced over her shoulder as she pulled them on. Lee stood slumped, one shoulder pressed against the stall door, eyes dark in a pale face.

“Ready?” He glanced back at her, nodded. She opened the stall door, checked for the all-clear and they quietly walked toward the hatch.

“You go first,” she said, and gave him a little push. “I’ll only be a few minutes behind. Get some sleep, you’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

He yawned and didn’t bother to cover it. “’K. See you in the ready room in a few hours.”

She took a few minutes to splash water in her face, rinsed off some of the smell of sex. By the time she returned to Quarters, his curtain was drawn closed. She climbed into her bunk, punched her pillow and settled down. The stickiness between her legs was a comfort: in her experience, a good lay insured a good sleep.

This night, however, she didn’t sleep.