[Author's Note: This follows the "I thought you were dead"/"I thought you were in hack" conversation in the mini. Lee walks off the flight deck, and...]
Lee Adama didn't die in the attacks. Kara shakes her head slowly, trying to fathom how the son of a bitch managed to stay alive, but all she can process is that he's alive. He's alive and on Galactica and a handshake just doesn't seem like celebration enough.
Before she can think it through, she's jogging after him, swiping her greasy hands on her thighs absently. "Lee," she calls out when she catches sight of him rounding a corner up ahead.
He stops and turns, that same smug smirk on his face as if he's so dman proud of himself for getting back alive.
She doesn't slow when he stops, just lets her momentum carry her into him, driving him back against the bulkhead, greasy hands grabbing his cheeks and smearing dark smudges along his jaw and cheekbones. Pulling his head down, she brushes her lips across his, tentative, half afraid she'll wake from this dream and find him still dead. A satifying warmth spreads through her chest, a sign that, yes, he's here and very much alive. When her lips brush over his a second time, she follows with a quick flick of her tongue on his bottom lip.
His hands grip her hips, pulling her to his chest as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding slowly along hers as if they have nothing but time. A cough from a passer-by separates them suddenly, but she stays in his personal space, glancing up at him through her eyelashes.
"So. You're alive."
He's oddly unphased, an easy smile creasing his eyes as he leaves his hands resting on her hips. "I'm glad to see you, too, Kara."
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Date: 2011-04-18 04:30 pm (UTC)Lee Adama didn't die in the attacks. Kara shakes her head slowly, trying to fathom how the son of a bitch managed to stay alive, but all she can process is that he's alive. He's alive and on Galactica and a handshake just doesn't seem like celebration enough.
Before she can think it through, she's jogging after him, swiping her greasy hands on her thighs absently. "Lee," she calls out when she catches sight of him rounding a corner up ahead.
He stops and turns, that same smug smirk on his face as if he's so dman proud of himself for getting back alive.
She doesn't slow when he stops, just lets her momentum carry her into him, driving him back against the bulkhead, greasy hands grabbing his cheeks and smearing dark smudges along his jaw and cheekbones. Pulling his head down, she brushes her lips across his, tentative, half afraid she'll wake from this dream and find him still dead. A satifying warmth spreads through her chest, a sign that, yes, he's here and very much alive. When her lips brush over his a second time, she follows with a quick flick of her tongue on his bottom lip.
His hands grip her hips, pulling her to his chest as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding slowly along hers as if they have nothing but time. A cough from a passer-by separates them suddenly, but she stays in his personal space, glancing up at him through her eyelashes.
"So. You're alive."
He's oddly unphased, an easy smile creasing his eyes as he leaves his hands resting on her hips. "I'm glad to see you, too, Kara."