So I was feeling kind of angsty today, even though I wanted to contribute to the DPP, so this may not be super extra all smiling happy, but it is a nice kind of comfortable happy I think...
It's set during the Home episodes, in a slight AU where I don't think Zak exists, because I was feeling lazy, and just wanted some cute pilot times.
Read on...
In the clearing where they had pitched their tents, all was quiet, except for the rain. It had been fourteen hours since they'd landed on Kobol and it had been raining the entire time. When the time had come to set up for the night, Lee had barely seen the point in resurrecting a floor-less tent in a muddy ditch, and so had chosen instead to lay his canopy flat on the ground underneath a large tarpaulin, and settle himself atop it with a blanket and his jacket as a pillow. He was probably just about as comfortable as anyone else was, only slightly less muddy.
They were taking turns doing patrols, three hour shifts. He had gone first, and then Kara. He could hear the muffled sounds of her handing over to Helo from somewhere slightly up the hill from where he lay. He couldn't help but smile at the sound of her voice, he'd missed her more than he'd realised.
Surprise is the next thing he registered as the tent beneath him dipped a little, and a pale, slender hand lifted up his blanket, pulling it over a bit and settling it over both of them as she made herself comfortable pressed against his side.
“Anything happen on your patrol?” He whispered, the harsh rasp of his voice louder than he'd intended in the still quiet of the dark. He craned his head slightly so he could see her, but she lay perfectly still, eyes shut as she replied.
“Not unless you count my freezing my ass off sir, no.” She didn't bother whispering, but she made her concession in the lower quality of her tone, the huskiness it resulted in. She scissored her feet rapidly and tried to burrow her way further into his side, the icy skin of her palm coming in contact with the bared strip of his stomach where his tanks had ridden up.
He jolted at the sudden touch, stomach muscles leaping and rippling from the cold, from her.
“Gods Kara!” He shook out his own legs in an attempt to rid himself of the shivering feeling creeping across his body from their points of contact, but she merely tangled them with her own, throwing her thigh across his and laying her palm flat on his stomach fully underneath his tanks. “Cut it out, you're freezing.”
“I know.” she huffed, her breath the only warm part of her rushing across his chest and all too quickly fading out. “You are supposed to be warming me up.” She insisted, and shivered for good measure.
He rolled his eyes and pulled her a little more tightly too him. They lay there in silence listening to the rain.
Her palms were slowly warming against his skin, and her fingertips were dancing softly along the taut muscles trapped beneath them. Her feet were drawing lazy circles along his ankles and up his shins, and each time she moved them, her thigh muscles contracted, firmed, and pressed up against him in a way that he was certain wasn't accidental.
“Kara.” He breathed, it was meant to be a warning. It sounded more like a prayer.
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Date: 2011-05-16 11:15 pm (UTC)It's set during the Home episodes, in a slight AU where I don't think Zak exists, because I was feeling lazy, and just wanted some cute pilot times.
Read on...
In the clearing where they had pitched their tents, all was quiet, except for the rain. It had been fourteen hours since they'd landed on Kobol and it had been raining the entire time. When the time had come to set up for the night, Lee had barely seen the point in resurrecting a floor-less tent in a muddy ditch, and so had chosen instead to lay his canopy flat on the ground underneath a large tarpaulin, and settle himself atop it with a blanket and his jacket as a pillow. He was probably just about as comfortable as anyone else was, only slightly less muddy.
They were taking turns doing patrols, three hour shifts. He had gone first, and then Kara. He could hear the muffled sounds of her handing over to Helo from somewhere slightly up the hill from where he lay. He couldn't help but smile at the sound of her voice, he'd missed her more than he'd realised.
Surprise is the next thing he registered as the tent beneath him dipped a little, and a pale, slender hand lifted up his blanket, pulling it over a bit and settling it over both of them as she made herself comfortable pressed against his side.
“Anything happen on your patrol?” He whispered, the harsh rasp of his voice louder than he'd intended in the still quiet of the dark. He craned his head slightly so he could see her, but she lay perfectly still, eyes shut as she replied.
“Not unless you count my freezing my ass off sir, no.” She didn't bother whispering, but she made her concession in the lower quality of her tone, the huskiness it resulted in. She scissored her feet rapidly and tried to burrow her way further into his side, the icy skin of her palm coming in contact with the bared strip of his stomach where his tanks had ridden up.
He jolted at the sudden touch, stomach muscles leaping and rippling from the cold, from her.
“Gods Kara!” He shook out his own legs in an attempt to rid himself of the shivering feeling creeping across his body from their points of contact, but she merely tangled them with her own, throwing her thigh across his and laying her palm flat on his stomach fully underneath his tanks. “Cut it out, you're freezing.”
“I know.” she huffed, her breath the only warm part of her rushing across his chest and all too quickly fading out. “You are supposed to be warming me up.” She insisted, and shivered for good measure.
He rolled his eyes and pulled her a little more tightly too him. They lay there in silence listening to the rain.
Her palms were slowly warming against his skin, and her fingertips were dancing softly along the taut muscles trapped beneath them. Her feet were drawing lazy circles along his ankles and up his shins, and each time she moved them, her thigh muscles contracted, firmed, and pressed up against him in a way that he was certain wasn't accidental.
“Kara.” He breathed, it was meant to be a warning. It sounded more like a prayer.