This is just a great moment for them. The best decision TPTB ever made was removing Dee interrupting their moment. This is about them making up, repairing the rift that formed between them after he got shot by her.
This eppy is one of those eppies where alot goes unsaid. Lee doesn't fully understand how Kara shooting him affected her. Also Lee in return doesn't admit how hurt he was by Kara not coming to see him when he was shot. Course we understand this better then they do. We know Kara was there in the shadows when he got shot, and you can bet that wasn't the only time she came around. We see her waiting for Lee when he came aboard the Pegasus in this episode, of course she plays it off.
Lee conversely is angry much of the episode. He doesn't care he's been promoted to major. He's an ass to Kara for much of the episode. He's angry at her for not coming to see him.
It's a slow boil between them till Kara says "Poor Lee, your life is so hard isn't it?" Lee counters "You mean, since I've been shot?" It was a low blow by Lee and he knows it almost immediately. I think 2 things happen in this moment. Lee realizes that him being shot has affected Kara alot more then he thought it did. Also Lee realizes how much her not coming to see him bothered him.. However despite everything the healing begins in this moment as well. They can both see how sorry the other is, and it starts the healing.
This is how we get to the above scene. Great moment. :)
Dave, well said! You tell the subtext beautifully. I want to get a shoutout to the awesome acting Jamie & Katee did in both the scenes - the one above and the one in the duty locker. Their faces convey so much unsaid. They both had more unique takes on the sides of their character we rarely see in relation to each other. TCH is also a "preview" of the boxing in UB. Whenver Lee playfully hits her in the cheek with the tip of his gloves, I flashforward to see them beating the crap out of each other.
Thanks for this lovely montage. This is one of my favorite scenes of the series, period. I love it so much. The look on Kara's face as she hugs him! MEEP! <3 <3
That scene has everything that makes their scenes together so great - meaningful looks that say more than their words do , a little humor to difuse the moment, emotional handshake and such a heartfelt hug... *sighs* I miss them so much when I think of scenes like this. *sniffs*
The air is practically vibrating with the energy of his fury. It would hurt if it didn't feel so good to have him looking at her again.
Still, gotta play the part. "Here we go. Finally. What is your problem anyway?"
"What's my problem? What's my problem. Well, Kara, my problem is you. You keep frakking up and I keep having to clean it up, and I am officially sick of it."
He hates her. Some deep part of her sighs its approval. Yes. More.
"Poor Lee. Your life is so hard, isn't it?"
His face is a sneer. "You mean since I got shot?"
Oh. A step too far. Turns out she was asking for was more than she could take. All she can do now is turn into her locker so he can't see her that he's won. A breath; two, and he's at her shoulder. Speaking her name. She can't keep the mask up. "Can I see it?"
Nothing. Can't bear to look at him to find out if he's too angry, or too confused, to answer.
"Can I see it?" She almost forgets herself and touches his chest. He must notice how she yanks her hand back; just like that, his anger returns.
"Why do you want to see it? Oh, what—you suddenly care?"
Suddenly? Gods, is he really that stupid? Does he think she's that mean? Still hasn't looked at him. Can't. "You could have died." So many other things she wants to say—wants to scream—but she settles for the simplest.
"And you want to see the scar, why? To check your aim? Or you just want to see how bad it is so you can beat yourself up some more? Gods. Kara, it was a frakking accident." Still angry, but his voice is different now. Time for one of Dr. Lee's therapy sessions for frakked -up pilots. Hypocrite.
"I'm supposed to believe you don't blame me? If that were true, what's your frakking problem with me?" Not so tough meeting his eyes now, frakking bastard. She hates it when he pretends to be all noble and logical when he's anything but.
"I don't know... I guess I just thought that someone who was supposed to be my friend would have visited me in sickbay."
"How should I have known you'd want to see me? I shot you!" How could he expect her to show her face anywhere near him, when she was the reason he was in sickbay in the first place? And then there was the issue of the little woman. The mere thought makes her feel slightly ill. She considers for a moment, then decides to go for it; always did love picking at wounds. "Plus, you had Dee. She was like, always there."
"Dee's not you."
Whoa. Too far. His voice too tender. Too much. Shit. She waits, unable to think of anything normal to say to something like that.
Finally, after a too-long silence, he speaks as if he didn't just hint at the thing they can't seem to talk about without it turning into a fistfight: "Look, why don't you just tell me what happened to those missing Raptors?"
Walking back to the officers' quarters that serve as his temporary home, he can think of very few times when a shower had felt more amazing. It's a miracle he didn't sweat entirely through his blues and the double tanks beneath. Garner's dead, so he should give the guy a pass, but he really wants to sock him one for leaving him in charge in the middle of that ambush. He'll have a thousand reports to give tomorrow when he gets back to Galactica, but for now he just wants to grab a hot meal, then hit his rack and try not to think about how close he came to getting an entire battlestar destroyed. He thinks he'd almost be able to, if it weren't for one thing—
Speak of the devil.
"Lee." It's not a greeting—more like an acknowledgment. He's somehow still on thin ice with her. He gives her a nod, but she's already turned back to her locker. When did it last feel natural to dry off and dress while she was in the same room? It seems like a lifetime ago.
The silence becomes heavy. Stick to safe subjects, Lee. "That was some pretty impressive flying out there."
"Yeah? And what about you—might as well start calling you 'Commander.'"
She's teasing him. So far, so good. "Ugh. Don't even joke about it. I was less frightened flying blind into that conveyor tunnel."
She laughs. That one earned him a laugh. He wants to keep this casual banter up, but she's turned and is now looking at him like, well, like she might be sick. He's still only half-dressed and feels how stupid he must look when he glances self-consciously down at himself. Then he realizes: the scar. Idiot!
He can barely hear her when she whispers in a choked voice, "Does it hurt?"
Gods, Kara. When is she ever going to get it? "Um. I can feel it, you know? But it doesn't hurt, exactly." All he can think to do is pull his tanks on as quickly as possible, but it doesn't stop her looking at him as if he were a dangerous animal.
"Are you– You're not grounded, are you?"
"No! No. I have a few more weeks of P.T., but I'm okay. Really." Believe me, Kara. Please.
She nods like she's okay and he feels a pressing need to get out of this room. Maybe if they talk over dinner, things will be better and they'll both be able to relax. "You coming?"
"Yeah. Go ahead, I'll catch up with you in a few."
Her smile demands he leave her; her turned back brooks no argument. He obeys, but can't forget the look on her face when she asked if he would fly again. Not ten steps from the bunkroom, he turns around. That frakking smile was fake and he's due to return to Galactica in less than twelve hours. Someone has to end this, and he knows he won't like the result if he leaves it up to her. They're never going to be okay if he lets this go.
He pushes the hatch open. She's there of course, top tank still clutched in one hand, except now she's leaning against an upper rack. The sounds she's making almost have him rushing to give her the Heimlich, but then he realizes she's crying—or trying not to—and he's paralyzed. He knows he has to move, but she hasn't shown any indication that she knows he's there. How does he approach her without ending up with his balls in a vice?
Shutting the hatch behind him, he moves quickly but quietly to stand behind her. He hesitates, sends up a prayer, then rests a hand on the center of her back. No rubbing, just pressure. She's the one choking and gasping, but he feels like there's no oxygen in the room. Another pause for courage and he grasps her other hand, the one that's clutching the top rack, and gently pulls her back. They move in slow motion until she's turning and hiding her head in his shoulder instead of her arm. Lords. He'd forgotten. The intoxicating feel of Kara Thrace in his arms is something he thinks he could never get used to.
Though he was tense, edging close to panic, he must have done something right because she's calming down. Another gamble: "Kara, talk to me. What's going on?"
"Just. It was so close."
He grabs her hand away from where it's resting, so near to the bullet wound on his chest. "Stop it. I'm okay."
"I'm so reckless. Gods, I should be locked up..."
Now that she's somewhat composed again, she's falling back into that damned angry mood she was in when he first got here. He's so frakking sick of this pattern, he feels like shaking her. He does. Pulls back and grabs her upper arms, yells right in her face. "Quit this frakking martyr act! I got shot because I was trying to be a damn hero! I should have stayed low with everyone else, but I just couldn't stand to not be involved. If you hadn't shot me, someone else probably would have."
Well, maybe that was a mistake. She's just staring at him, wide-eyed, like she's in a trance. "Gods! Who cares, anyway? I'm not dead, I'm right here! You didn't mean to shoot me, I don't think it was your fault, and I still want us to be friends."
"So, we're okay? You're not mad at me anymore?"
How could it possibly be that simple? Maybe he was overthinking all of this if all she cared about was whether he was mad or not. Of course, he wants to tell her they'd be more than okay if she'd let them, but he just pulls her back into a hug. No use pushing his luck. "Yeah, we're okay."
Gods, she wants so badly to just relax completely into his hug—idiot probably has no idea what great hugs he gives—but there's no point. Figures she's embarrassed herself enough for one day; pulls away before it has a chance to get awkward. He doesn't say anything, so she grabs her tank from where it had fallen at their feet and finishes dressing.
He's still hovering. She runs a hand through her hair and turns back to him. "Look, I'm not really feeling dinner. I think I'm gonna stay here, maybe enjoy some quiet for a change." Hard to gauge his reaction. He's got that intense look in his eyes, like he's trying to figure out what she's thinking.
"Ok. Mind some company?" Sheepish now. He's probably afraid he just put his foot in his mouth. It's kinda funny.
She shrugs; falls back onto her mattress. Pats the spot next to her and smirks a little, "Pull up a rack."
He sits back, next to her but not close. Turns to her and just smiles. "So, how ready are you to head back to the 'Bucket?'"
She knows she's giving him a Look. Gods, that is the stupidest frakking nickname. Leave it to him. "Never call it that again."
She drifts awake later. Not sure what time it is, but she just knew she had hours before reveille. Her curtain's wide open and she feels the uncomfortable pinch of sleeping in her BDUs, but it's not all bad. She's on her back and Lee's draped over her. His head is on her shoulder, her hand in his hair. The best part, though, is the exquisite weight of his thigh where he'd thrown his leg over one of hers. There's no way she can hold back her grin, no matter how wrong it was.
She's pretty sure he's still fast asleep, so she gives in to the impulse to shift slightly beneath him, bends her free leg and rests just the knee on his nice, hard thigh. His groan startles her. Hmmm. Not quite fast asleep. She instantly closes her eyes again, feigning sleep in case he ends up waking completely.
Her heart is pounding as he pushes sleepily against her, the hand that was on her shoulder moves to clutch at her hip. His thigh isn't the only thing that's hard. She revels in this feeling. Lee, Lee, all around her. It lasts only a split second until the worst thought in the world crosses her mind. He thinks I'm Dee.
She goes stiff, nauseated. Rolls away from him, not even caring if he wakes up. Dick.
"Kara?"
Frak. Okay, she does care. His hand on her back now, softly caressing. She can't even pretend she's asleep. "Yeah, Lee?"
"You're awake. Everything okay?"
Frak his sleepy voice. "Yeah, Lee, I'm great. Feeling a little crowded, though. Maybe it's time you moved to your own rack."
The hand on her back stops, but doesn't move away. She holds her breath. She can't look back to see his face. Can't. "When are you going to quit jerking me around?"
Can't even stop herself from whipping around at that. Why is she always the bad guy? "What! How can I jerk you around? You're the one who's got a girlfriend."
"Yeah, and you've got your Caprica resistance boytoy. Excuses."
"Look, I know it must be rough for you, Dualla hardly seems like she'd be fun in the sack, but you and I are just friends. It's not my fault you can't control yourself."
"Do you believe your own lies?"
Frak him. "Frak you."
He just stares. The look in his eyes now, Gods. She can't breathe. She's unbearably turned on by this dangerous look on his face, but so scared of what he might make her admit.
He lowers himself to lie all along her. Stubble at her neck. His hand in her hair. His heart pounding against her ribs. That same firm, muscular thigh resting, pressing between her legs. His cock against her hip.
All the air rushes out of her lungs. "Lee..."
He takes that as "Yes," descends on her mouth with hard, desperate kisses. She can't think clearly for long moments during which the only word her brain seems to remember is his name.
But then she remembers another, "Dee." It rhymes. She might barf.
She knows he heard her, cause now he's locked with his mouth against her neck—not moving, just panting. Frozen. It's over.
"Go back to your girlfriend. I'm not going to let you turn into a cheater, not now." With their history, that should definitely sting.
He backs off of her and sits up on his heels in the corner of her rack. She scoots up so she can look at him. Witness the pain.
Crazily, he leans towards her again. "No, that's not going to work. I still want you."
"Stop! I'm serious."
Now he just looks like a little boy. Is he going to cry? Her heart twists. Shut up.
All she can do is look at him as the seconds tick by. She wants him, of course she wants him. Somehow, she just can't bring herself to do this while he's seeing someone else. She won't be the other woman. Not to him.
It's almost funny. "Do what I say?"
He tilts his head like a curious dog. "What?"
"Do you promise to do exactly as I say?"
Hesitation. C'mon, Lee. "Okay."
She yanks the curtain closed and pulls her tanks over her head. "Strip."
The idiot lunges straight for her boobs. "No touching! No talking, either."
There's that intense, mind-reader look again. She sees him give up, cede control to her. He starts working on his trousers.
Her clothes are wadded into the corner next to her pillow. Lee's as far away as he can get, watching her warily. As long as—yep, his boxer-briefs are still in tent form. Excellent.
She wonders if he's caught on yet. Doesn't feel like spelling it out, instead just stretches and flexes from her spot at the head of the bed. Lets herself look at Lee—doesn't hold back—and feel the tension left over from their kisses. Conjures the memory of the feel of his thighs. His back under her hands. His palm against her breast.
Lee's still just staring at her as her pulse picks up. She moves her hands to cup her breasts. Just feels. Lets her eyes drift closed. Lets herself breathe his name. Hears herself say it, knowing he's hearing it, too. It feels good. Almost as good as hearing his voice groaning her name does. Wow.
She opens her eyes to see that he still hasn't moved. She has to do frakking everything. "Lee. Follow your leader."
That pulls him out of his trance. He moves his hands to mirror her pose: one hand against his neck, the other at his pecs. She caresses her throat, massaging the muscle in the back of her neck, moving around to graze her jaw. Back down, around. She can't take her eyes off his hand. Aches to rasp her hand against his stubble.
Lee's moving his other hand. Fingers spread, raking through chest hair. Gods, pinching his nipple. She should smack him for disobeying, but it turns out her little game is much more fun this way.
Her breaths are coming in little moans as she squeezes a nipple. She locks eyes with Lee, licks her lips. Drags her other hand up from her breastbone, over her chin, paints her fingers over her open mouth. Waits until he looks like he's about to break and say something, then sucks a single finger past her lips.
A raw-sounding moan, then he's doing the same. It shouldn't be that hot on him, but it is.
It's his turn to call the shots, but she decides to up the ante first. Opens her mouth slightly, lets him see her tongue play with her finger. Sucks again. Bites.
He's obedient. But also naughty, she notes, as his other hand has already moved down his chest, passing his stomach. She wants to see him do it, but can't tear herself away from his eyes. Looking at him, she can almost believe the hand stroking her inner thigh is his.
She wants to tease this out as much as possible, passes her hand back up to her breasts for a quick squeeze, then takes pity on him and moves directly to touch herself over her underwear. She has to shush him, then. She teases herself with the muted sensation—feels how wet she is through the cloth—but it's just seconds before she's following Lee, ripping them down her legs and spreading herself open for him. She feels insane. Gods. It's pretty much no-holds-barred now and she can't—doesn't want to—stop herself from moaning his name.
"Kara. Kara." He gives his shaft a quick squeeze; she wishes...
"Kara, put your fingers inside yourself."
"How many?"
A groan– "Two."
Her fingers hooked and pressing just right, working quickly as she grinds the heel of her hand over her clit. "Lee. Lee."
He's working with both hands now. Pumping his shaft while he cups and rubs the swollen head. "Three fingers, Kara."
She obeys, arching into the stretch. Imagines the heat and thickness of his cock; can't hold back. It's his face that does her in, though. He's lost, he's absolutely forgotten everything. Where they are. The war. The bullet hole in his shoulder. His girlfriend back on Galactica. She feels his eyes on her. She's all he knows, now.
Her entire body flexes on the first spasm, legs clamp closed around her hand, groans her orgasm out around the sound of his name. She doesn't hear him come, just listens to the rush of her blood as his gaze burns her. His cock spurts and she wishes she could feel his orgasm.
Boneless and utterly relaxed, she slumps down until her head hits the pillow. Rests her hands on her belly and luxuriates in the stretch and flex of her muscles.
Lee, falling to lay beside her, almost startles her. She feels that he's pulled his boxers back on. Safety. Even after what they just did, he has to be the good boy.
Wrong. It's not good at all—totally against the rules—that he grabs her tired hand and sucks her still-wet fingers into his mouth. She can't grab her hand back, can't even try.
His tongue, wrapping around and between her fingers, licking everywhere. His eyes, still looking right inside her. The frakker is actually smiling around her fingers. Unbelievable. Guess he's pleased with himself?
He releases her hand, rests it back down on her stomach. Serious now. Gods, now what? She doesn't have the energy. Pleasure is still pulsing in her veins and she doesn't want to ruin this good memory. "Get some sleep, Kara." Kisses her, chastely, on the forehead. Pulls the sheet up around her but stays on top of the covers, himself. Molds himself back to her side.
She's so relaxed, she can't even protest. Closes her eyes and feels his sigh.
Falls into sleep and doesn't think about tomorrow. Today was good, and that's enough.
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Date: 2010-12-08 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-08 10:17 pm (UTC)This eppy is one of those eppies where alot goes unsaid. Lee doesn't fully understand how Kara shooting him affected her. Also Lee in return doesn't admit how hurt he was by Kara not coming to see him when he was shot. Course we understand this better then they do. We know Kara was there in the shadows when he got shot, and you can bet that wasn't the only time she came around. We see her waiting for Lee when he came aboard the Pegasus in this episode, of course she plays it off.
Lee conversely is angry much of the episode. He doesn't care he's been promoted to major. He's an ass to Kara for much of the episode. He's angry at her for not coming to see him.
It's a slow boil between them till Kara says "Poor Lee, your life is so hard isn't it?" Lee counters "You mean, since I've been shot?" It was a low blow by Lee and he knows it almost immediately. I think 2 things happen in this moment. Lee realizes that him being shot has affected Kara alot more then he thought it did. Also Lee realizes how much her not coming to see him bothered him.. However despite everything the healing begins in this moment as well. They can both see how sorry the other is, and it starts the healing.
This is how we get to the above scene. Great moment. :)
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Date: 2010-12-09 01:44 am (UTC)Beautiful picspam above. Thank you!
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Date: 2010-12-09 12:37 am (UTC)Captain's Hand Rewrite
Date: 2010-12-09 03:25 am (UTC)The air is practically vibrating with the energy of his fury. It would hurt if it didn't feel so good to have him looking at her again.
Still, gotta play the part. "Here we go. Finally. What is your problem anyway?"
"What's my problem? What's my problem. Well, Kara, my problem is you. You keep frakking up and I keep having to clean it up, and I am officially sick of it."
He hates her. Some deep part of her sighs its approval. Yes. More.
"Poor Lee. Your life is so hard, isn't it?"
His face is a sneer. "You mean since I got shot?"
Oh. A step too far. Turns out she was asking for was more than she could take. All she can do now is turn into her locker so he can't see her that he's won. A breath; two, and he's at her shoulder. Speaking her name. She can't keep the mask up. "Can I see it?"
Nothing. Can't bear to look at him to find out if he's too angry, or too confused, to answer.
"Can I see it?" She almost forgets herself and touches his chest. He must notice how she yanks her hand back; just like that, his anger returns.
"Why do you want to see it? Oh, what—you suddenly care?"
Suddenly? Gods, is he really that stupid? Does he think she's that mean? Still hasn't looked at him. Can't. "You could have died." So many other things she wants to say—wants to scream—but she settles for the simplest.
"And you want to see the scar, why? To check your aim? Or you just want to see how bad it is so you can beat yourself up some more? Gods. Kara, it was a frakking accident." Still angry, but his voice is different now. Time for one of Dr. Lee's therapy sessions for frakked -up pilots. Hypocrite.
"I'm supposed to believe you don't blame me? If that were true, what's your frakking problem with me?" Not so tough meeting his eyes now, frakking bastard. She hates it when he pretends to be all noble and logical when he's anything but.
"I don't know... I guess I just thought that someone who was supposed to be my friend would have visited me in sickbay."
"How should I have known you'd want to see me? I shot you!" How could he expect her to show her face anywhere near him, when she was the reason he was in sickbay in the first place? And then there was the issue of the little woman. The mere thought makes her feel slightly ill. She considers for a moment, then decides to go for it; always did love picking at wounds. "Plus, you had Dee. She was like, always there."
"Dee's not you."
Whoa. Too far. His voice too tender. Too much. Shit. She waits, unable to think of anything normal to say to something like that.
Finally, after a too-long silence, he speaks as if he didn't just hint at the thing they can't seem to talk about without it turning into a fistfight: "Look, why don't you just tell me what happened to those missing Raptors?"
She smiles her relief. Safe again.
Re: Captain's Hand Rewrite
Date: 2010-12-09 03:28 am (UTC)Speak of the devil.
"Lee." It's not a greeting—more like an acknowledgment. He's somehow still on thin ice with her. He gives her a nod, but she's already turned back to her locker. When did it last feel natural to dry off and dress while she was in the same room? It seems like a lifetime ago.
The silence becomes heavy. Stick to safe subjects, Lee. "That was some pretty impressive flying out there."
"Yeah? And what about you—might as well start calling you 'Commander.'"
She's teasing him. So far, so good. "Ugh. Don't even joke about it. I was less frightened flying blind into that conveyor tunnel."
She laughs. That one earned him a laugh. He wants to keep this casual banter up, but she's turned and is now looking at him like, well, like she might be sick. He's still only half-dressed and feels how stupid he must look when he glances self-consciously down at himself. Then he realizes: the scar. Idiot!
He can barely hear her when she whispers in a choked voice, "Does it hurt?"
Gods, Kara. When is she ever going to get it? "Um. I can feel it, you know? But it doesn't hurt, exactly." All he can think to do is pull his tanks on as quickly as possible, but it doesn't stop her looking at him as if he were a dangerous animal.
"Are you– You're not grounded, are you?"
"No! No. I have a few more weeks of P.T., but I'm okay. Really." Believe me, Kara. Please.
She nods like she's okay and he feels a pressing need to get out of this room. Maybe if they talk over dinner, things will be better and they'll both be able to relax. "You coming?"
"Yeah. Go ahead, I'll catch up with you in a few."
Re: Captain's Hand Rewrite
Date: 2010-12-09 03:29 am (UTC)He pushes the hatch open. She's there of course, top tank still clutched in one hand, except now she's leaning against an upper rack. The sounds she's making almost have him rushing to give her the Heimlich, but then he realizes she's crying—or trying not to—and he's paralyzed. He knows he has to move, but she hasn't shown any indication that she knows he's there. How does he approach her without ending up with his balls in a vice?
Shutting the hatch behind him, he moves quickly but quietly to stand behind her. He hesitates, sends up a prayer, then rests a hand on the center of her back. No rubbing, just pressure. She's the one choking and gasping, but he feels like there's no oxygen in the room. Another pause for courage and he grasps her other hand, the one that's clutching the top rack, and gently pulls her back. They move in slow motion until she's turning and hiding her head in his shoulder instead of her arm. Lords. He'd forgotten. The intoxicating feel of Kara Thrace in his arms is something he thinks he could never get used to.
Though he was tense, edging close to panic, he must have done something right because she's calming down. Another gamble: "Kara, talk to me. What's going on?"
"Just. It was so close."
He grabs her hand away from where it's resting, so near to the bullet wound on his chest. "Stop it. I'm okay."
"I'm so reckless. Gods, I should be locked up..."
Now that she's somewhat composed again, she's falling back into that damned angry mood she was in when he first got here. He's so frakking sick of this pattern, he feels like shaking her. He does. Pulls back and grabs her upper arms, yells right in her face. "Quit this frakking martyr act! I got shot because I was trying to be a damn hero! I should have stayed low with everyone else, but I just couldn't stand to not be involved. If you hadn't shot me, someone else probably would have."
Well, maybe that was a mistake. She's just staring at him, wide-eyed, like she's in a trance. "Gods! Who cares, anyway? I'm not dead, I'm right here! You didn't mean to shoot me, I don't think it was your fault, and I still want us to be friends."
"So, we're okay? You're not mad at me anymore?"
How could it possibly be that simple? Maybe he was overthinking all of this if all she cared about was whether he was mad or not. Of course, he wants to tell her they'd be more than okay if she'd let them, but he just pulls her back into a hug. No use pushing his luck. "Yeah, we're okay."
Re: Captain's Hand Rewrite
Date: 2010-12-09 03:30 am (UTC)He's still hovering. She runs a hand through her hair and turns back to him. "Look, I'm not really feeling dinner. I think I'm gonna stay here, maybe enjoy some quiet for a change." Hard to gauge his reaction. He's got that intense look in his eyes, like he's trying to figure out what she's thinking.
"Ok. Mind some company?" Sheepish now. He's probably afraid he just put his foot in his mouth. It's kinda funny.
She shrugs; falls back onto her mattress. Pats the spot next to her and smirks a little, "Pull up a rack."
He sits back, next to her but not close. Turns to her and just smiles. "So, how ready are you to head back to the 'Bucket?'"
She knows she's giving him a Look. Gods, that is the stupidest frakking nickname. Leave it to him. "Never call it that again."
She'd forgotten how his laugh sounded.
Re: Captain's Hand Rewrite
Date: 2010-12-09 03:35 am (UTC)She's pretty sure he's still fast asleep, so she gives in to the impulse to shift slightly beneath him, bends her free leg and rests just the knee on his nice, hard thigh. His groan startles her. Hmmm. Not quite fast asleep. She instantly closes her eyes again, feigning sleep in case he ends up waking completely.
Her heart is pounding as he pushes sleepily against her, the hand that was on her shoulder moves to clutch at her hip. His thigh isn't the only thing that's hard. She revels in this feeling. Lee, Lee, all around her. It lasts only a split second until the worst thought in the world crosses her mind. He thinks I'm Dee.
She goes stiff, nauseated. Rolls away from him, not even caring if he wakes up. Dick.
"Kara?"
Frak. Okay, she does care. His hand on her back now, softly caressing. She can't even pretend she's asleep. "Yeah, Lee?"
"You're awake. Everything okay?"
Frak his sleepy voice. "Yeah, Lee, I'm great. Feeling a little crowded, though. Maybe it's time you moved to your own rack."
The hand on her back stops, but doesn't move away. She holds her breath. She can't look back to see his face. Can't. "When are you going to quit jerking me around?"
Can't even stop herself from whipping around at that. Why is she always the bad guy? "What! How can I jerk you around? You're the one who's got a girlfriend."
"Yeah, and you've got your Caprica resistance boytoy. Excuses."
"Look, I know it must be rough for you, Dualla hardly seems like she'd be fun in the sack, but you and I are just friends. It's not my fault you can't control yourself."
"Do you believe your own lies?"
Frak him. "Frak you."
He just stares. The look in his eyes now, Gods. She can't breathe. She's unbearably turned on by this dangerous look on his face, but so scared of what he might make her admit.
He lowers himself to lie all along her. Stubble at her neck. His hand in her hair. His heart pounding against her ribs. That same firm, muscular thigh resting, pressing between her legs. His cock against her hip.
All the air rushes out of her lungs. "Lee..."
He takes that as "Yes," descends on her mouth with hard, desperate kisses. She can't think clearly for long moments during which the only word her brain seems to remember is his name.
But then she remembers another, "Dee." It rhymes. She might barf.
She knows he heard her, cause now he's locked with his mouth against her neck—not moving, just panting. Frozen. It's over.
Re: Captain's Hand Rewrite
Date: 2010-12-09 03:38 am (UTC)He backs off of her and sits up on his heels in the corner of her rack. She scoots up so she can look at him. Witness the pain.
Crazily, he leans towards her again. "No, that's not going to work. I still want you."
"Stop! I'm serious."
Now he just looks like a little boy. Is he going to cry? Her heart twists. Shut up.
All she can do is look at him as the seconds tick by. She wants him, of course she wants him. Somehow, she just can't bring herself to do this while he's seeing someone else. She won't be the other woman. Not to him.
It's almost funny. "Do what I say?"
He tilts his head like a curious dog. "What?"
"Do you promise to do exactly as I say?"
Hesitation. C'mon, Lee. "Okay."
She yanks the curtain closed and pulls her tanks over her head. "Strip."
The idiot lunges straight for her boobs. "No touching! No talking, either."
There's that intense, mind-reader look again. She sees him give up, cede control to her. He starts working on his trousers.
Her clothes are wadded into the corner next to her pillow. Lee's as far away as he can get, watching her warily. As long as—yep, his boxer-briefs are still in tent form. Excellent.
She wonders if he's caught on yet. Doesn't feel like spelling it out, instead just stretches and flexes from her spot at the head of the bed. Lets herself look at Lee—doesn't hold back—and feel the tension left over from their kisses. Conjures the memory of the feel of his thighs. His back under her hands. His palm against her breast.
Lee's still just staring at her as her pulse picks up. She moves her hands to cup her breasts. Just feels. Lets her eyes drift closed. Lets herself breathe his name. Hears herself say it, knowing he's hearing it, too. It feels good. Almost as good as hearing his voice groaning her name does. Wow.
She opens her eyes to see that he still hasn't moved. She has to do frakking everything. "Lee. Follow your leader."
Re: Captain's Hand Rewrite
Date: 2010-12-09 03:40 am (UTC)Lee's moving his other hand. Fingers spread, raking through chest hair. Gods, pinching his nipple. She should smack him for disobeying, but it turns out her little game is much more fun this way.
Her breaths are coming in little moans as she squeezes a nipple. She locks eyes with Lee, licks her lips. Drags her other hand up from her breastbone, over her chin, paints her fingers over her open mouth. Waits until he looks like he's about to break and say something, then sucks a single finger past her lips.
A raw-sounding moan, then he's doing the same. It shouldn't be that hot on him, but it is.
It's his turn to call the shots, but she decides to up the ante first. Opens her mouth slightly, lets him see her tongue play with her finger. Sucks again. Bites.
He's obedient. But also naughty, she notes, as his other hand has already moved down his chest, passing his stomach. She wants to see him do it, but can't tear herself away from his eyes. Looking at him, she can almost believe the hand stroking her inner thigh is his.
She wants to tease this out as much as possible, passes her hand back up to her breasts for a quick squeeze, then takes pity on him and moves directly to touch herself over her underwear. She has to shush him, then. She teases herself with the muted sensation—feels how wet she is through the cloth—but it's just seconds before she's following Lee, ripping them down her legs and spreading herself open for him. She feels insane. Gods. It's pretty much no-holds-barred now and she can't—doesn't want to—stop herself from moaning his name.
"Kara. Kara." He gives his shaft a quick squeeze; she wishes...
"Kara, put your fingers inside yourself."
"How many?"
A groan– "Two."
Her fingers hooked and pressing just right, working quickly as she grinds the heel of her hand over her clit. "Lee. Lee."
He's working with both hands now. Pumping his shaft while he cups and rubs the swollen head. "Three fingers, Kara."
She obeys, arching into the stretch. Imagines the heat and thickness of his cock; can't hold back. It's his face that does her in, though. He's lost, he's absolutely forgotten everything. Where they are. The war. The bullet hole in his shoulder. His girlfriend back on Galactica. She feels his eyes on her. She's all he knows, now.
Her entire body flexes on the first spasm, legs clamp closed around her hand, groans her orgasm out around the sound of his name. She doesn't hear him come, just listens to the rush of her blood as his gaze burns her. His cock spurts and she wishes she could feel his orgasm.
Re: Captain's Hand Rewrite
Date: 2010-12-09 03:42 am (UTC)Lee, falling to lay beside her, almost startles her. She feels that he's pulled his boxers back on. Safety. Even after what they just did, he has to be the good boy.
Wrong. It's not good at all—totally against the rules—that he grabs her tired hand and sucks her still-wet fingers into his mouth. She can't grab her hand back, can't even try.
His tongue, wrapping around and between her fingers, licking everywhere. His eyes, still looking right inside her. The frakker is actually smiling around her fingers. Unbelievable. Guess he's pleased with himself?
He releases her hand, rests it back down on her stomach. Serious now. Gods, now what? She doesn't have the energy. Pleasure is still pulsing in her veins and she doesn't want to ruin this good memory. "Get some sleep, Kara." Kisses her, chastely, on the forehead. Pulls the sheet up around her but stays on top of the covers, himself. Molds himself back to her side.
She's so relaxed, she can't even protest. Closes her eyes and feels his sigh.
Falls into sleep and doesn't think about tomorrow. Today was good, and that's enough.
Re: Captain's Hand Rewrite
Date: 2010-12-09 03:54 am (UTC)I'm one of the mods here at No_Takebacks. While we appreciate your enthusiasm for the ship and this episode, a long fic like this is really best posted on a personal journal (or as an entry on its own at SASA or Beyond Insane, maybe) instead of 8 or 9 comment spams like this. If it's longer than two or three comments worth, that's a good indicator that it's a full story and should be posted on its own.
Just FYI for future. Thanks!
Re: Captain's Hand Rewrite
Date: 2010-12-09 04:07 am (UTC)Re: Captain's Hand Rewrite
Date: 2010-12-09 04:12 am (UTC)And hey, we don't bite. So feel free to interact and get to know us. :)