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pyramid field, R
It’s not exactly a field. And Sam is ever mindful that this isn’t really pyramid. When she closes her eyes, Kara sees the clear sky of that afternoon, feels the cool grass under her back, hears the ringing laughter of Zak and his friends. It’s the same weight and forbidden energy between them.

This time, she’s naked under Lee as he trusts hard and fast into her. Joe’s is quiet except for their ecstatic moans. Lee’s driving her into cold metal decking. The only blue she sees is the light of his eyes. And she almost hopes they get caught.

zak’s bed, NC-17
Lee’s lying on Zak’s academy bunk, trying to keep his brother’s girlfriend out of his head. It’s not working. Even this place is filled with her, massage lotion tucked under the bed, black bra sticking out from the locker and the faint scent of sex and cigars. Visions of Kara Thrace riding his little brother into this very bed harden his cock. Closing his eyes, Lee unzips and begins to stroke. Maybe if he just indulges a little.

He’s about half way there when he hears her coo, “Need some help?”

Her hand’s on his before he can say no.

adama’s couch, NC-17
Kara’s naked, straddling his lap as he’s pressed into the worn brown leather of the couch in his father’s quarters. Lee’s not even going to pretend this hasn’t been a fantasy since before the war when he was only thinking of how to get through the Decommissioning Ceremony.

Real is better. She’s flush with orgasm, and her fingers tickle down his engorged cock. “Need you now,” she whispers as she moves up and back down onto him. She sets a fast but necessary pace. Her breasts bounce. She moans his name and he spills into her. A million times better.

pegasus, R
There’s an energy to this place, a female energy. It’s got Kara all sorts of turned on before Cain demotes Lee and makes her CAG. As she rounds into the locker room to find Lee alone only in a towel, Kara likes this power shift.

Dogging the hatch, Kara licks her lips and rakes over Lee’s wet flesh. “So Lieutenant…”

“Kara.” He stares as she strips, his eyes growing dark.

She pulls away his towel, runs a finger down his hardness. “You know you wanna.”

Before Kara knows what hit her, she’s against the hatch and Lee’s trusting inside her.

shower, NC-17
Lee’s just standing there in the middle of the head, tense from stims, rattled from the Olympic Carrier. And numb. Kara knows. She feels it too.

She takes his hand, leads to the back shower stall, washes him, like the fragile god he is, pulling soap down his limbs, massaging his muscles. Lee stares over her head.

So her fingers find a rhythm along his cock, until he’s hard and pulsing. She can’t give him much but she can give him this. Dropping to her knees, Kara takes him down her throat. Swallows his pain and guilt with his cum.

Edited Date: 2011-07-23 04:57 pm (UTC)

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Guh! I love that last one. Comfort!blow jobs are my favorite! YESSS!

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damao2010.livejournal.com

Just out of curiosity (English is not my first language, after all),is it okay to ask what the three C-words are? I think I only know one. And thanks for the clarification on the difference between NC-17 and R.

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One Last Moment, Last Time, R

The grass is soft beneath her back, the sun bright in the blue sky above them. There’s nothing to hide them, nothing to hide this. Lee makes love to her on this new world, a new beginning—she knows that’s what he’s thinking.

She wraps his arms around him, holds him close, keeps him inside her for as long as he’ll last. She wants to feel this—feel grounded, connected, close to him one last time.

When it’s over, she’ll be gone. She’s not ready to go, not yet. He deserves one last moment of pleasure to remember her by.

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She Cleans up Good, Panties R

Lee’s hands gather up the fall of blue silk, impatient to touch her. Kara in a dress might be a once in a lifetime opportunity, so he certainly wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

His hands finally find the soft skin hidden beneath the dress and it’s hot under his touch. His fingers trace upwards, and he feels her skin tremble in his wake, but it’s his turn to shudder when his hands find lace the only thing between him and her.

He hardens even more, imagining Kara laid bare before him in nothing but those lace panties.

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Frakked Over, Rough Sex NC-17

Lee’s hands are bruising on her hips, thrusting into her with a punishing speed that has Kara mindlessly moaning as she grinds back against him. Pleasure and pain mix within her, rushing through her veins with each beat of her heart until she can’t tell which one has her coming with a shout.

But Lee’s not done yet, he keeps pounding away, pushing all of his frustration and anger and hurt into her and she takes it willingly. She’s frakked him over in more ways than he’s ever deserved, she figures he deserves to do the same back to her.

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Permission, Teasing NC-17

“Kara—ungh—”

“You know the rules, Lee,” she says with a smirk and shake of her head.

He’s not allowed to beg, not allowed to ask or plead or anything. Kara will do what she wants when she’s damned well ready and he has to lie there and wait. She traces her lips and tongue along his inner thigh, his hip, everywhere but where he most wants her mouth.

If he so much as sounds like he’s asking for her, the longer he’ll have to wait to feel her mouth, hot and wet, slick and perfect, around his cock.

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Good Girl, Handcuffs R

Kara’s not going anywhere, not this time. She’s beautiful, cuffed to his bed, stripped naked and staring up at Lee with lust and danger darkening her eyes. He undresses slowly, making her watch and wait, before crawling over her, sliding inside her. She moans and curses as he fraks her any way he pleases.

He’s tired of the games, tired of coming so close only to have her run off in the middle or after. She said she’d stay, let him tie her up and frak her into oblivion.

Maybe if she’s good, he’ll let her go before morning comes.

Edited Date: 2011-07-23 05:23 pm (UTC)

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*clears throat* cock, clit, cunt *coughs*

There are certainly others that tip things into NC-17 for me, but it's an easy enough rule to think of. :)

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I love that last one so damned much.

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GUH! I love the last two so much. I just love the idea of Lee handcuffing Kara to keep her around - and her volunteering, undoubtedly in a fit pique, to let him do it - AND never thinking he would. Go Lee!!

These are great, bb! <3<3

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Thanks! I'm quite proud of Kara's understanding Lee's needs. ;)

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Yup, love the last one too. His numbness, her comfort. <3 <3

Also love the bit about the female energy power dynamic on the Pegasus. Yes, I imagine there would be that! <3

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Oh that first one.... sooo sad. :(

And the last two, so delicious!

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Oh, thank you! Took forever to think of something for 'shower'.

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Thank you! I may play with the female power dynamic on Pegasus some more. I like the strut.

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Oh, I love the guilt and UST of Zak's bed! Well, I guess it probably got resolved... :)

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So hot! My favorite was One Last Moment--so much heartache for both of them, but at least they got their moment.

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yeah, there was probably some relaxation there eventually. ;)

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One Last Moment is so sad. :(

But the last two are just... *guh* *faints*

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Something for the Pain, Sickbay, R

Kara squirms on the hospital bed, face flushed with pain when Lee arrives.

"Doc says I can't have any more painkillers. Stupid jerk. Can’t frakking sleep."

Lee stands next to her. "Sorry, Kara."

"Frak," she curses, gritting her teeth.

“Breathe through it,” he offers uselessly.

“Frak off, Lee. Do something that will actually help.”

He thinks for a moment and slides his fingers up her thigh to the V between her legs. Kara sinks back into the pillow with a sigh.

She’s tight and wet and comes with her hand clamped hard over her mouth.

“Perfect.” She closes her eyes.

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Not Your Best Friend, Supply Closet, R

Lee has Kara pinned against the racks of supplies, slamming into her from behind, staring at the white of her knuckles as she holds on.

They’ve got five minutes until Gaeta’s calls them to fight. They’re working out their own fight in private. Kara thought her bad attitude slipped by unnoticed until he grabbed her and pushed her into the closet. Even then she challenged him, not believing he’d do it.

“You’re still acting like your everyone’s best friend, Lee,” she snaps.

When he’s done, they’re both panting, her body still shuddering from orgasm.

“Nevermind. Friends don’t frak like that.”

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Resolutions, Cuddle Space, R

They resolve their argument the way they always do, with harsh words and sometimes punches. Inevitably with a frak.

Arguments are forgotten when he’s inside her, with his arms gripping her tightly, his mouth on her breasts or her neck or in her hair. He always comes shouting her name, and she shudders harder, reveling in the sound of it, feeling desired and forgiven.

But it’s afterwards, when they’re sticky and spent that she thinks they just might work. When the barriers are down and Starbuck and Apollo go away. Then it’s just Kara and Lee and nothing else matters.

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Forming an Alliance, Basestar, NC-17

“Kara, not sure this negotiation strategy is going to work with the cylons…unghh.” Her tongue swirls around the head of his dick; her hands glide along the shaft.

“I thought you liked my negotiation techniques?” She asks, taking him fully into her mouth and suddenly he can’t answer, just pushes into her throat and groans. Her chuckle vibrates down to his balls and arousal spikes.

He tries to hold back, focuses on the wall’s pulsing red light. Think about the cylons. The war. Anything. Nothing works, her mouth feels too good. He tangles his fingers into her hair and comes.

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BONUS DRABBLE OF THE PG-13 VARIETY
Adventures at the Alliance Table, Basestar, PG-13

Kara and Lee have been chosen to represent the Fleet in the first talks between cylon and human. They’re given special quarters together, one bed on a raised platform in an otherwise empty room.

“What the frak is this?” she asks, her fingers trailing over the silk bed linens.

Lee looks around, his expression befuddled as he stares at the bed. “I have no idea. I hope they don’t expect a performance.” He loosens his tie and looks around.

When his eyes swing back to Kara, she’s on the bed, a sexy smile on her face. “They might not, Lee, but I do.”

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The Last to Leave, Temple of Athena, R

It takes forever for Laura to leave the Temple. She has to touch everything, write it all down, pontificate on how her death will…blah blah blah.

Kara doesn’t give a shit. She’s been away from Lee for a week and that woman keeps needing him.

She finally leaves and Kara yanks Lee into a dark space and pushes her hand into his pants. He wants it just as badly and squeezes her breasts with both hands.

“Gods, finally,” he pants against her mouth.

When she finally sinks down on him, her head falls back and she’s sure she sees stars.

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I said yesterday on epics that after 65 drabbles in 5 days, I needed a break. Someone else suggested an intervention. But it's kink day, so here goes :)

Kissing, NC-17
Lee pants, fingers straining against the smooth wall of the shower enclosure while Kara, on her knees in front of him, sprinkles light, chaste kisses along his cock. Her lips brush over his sensitive skin but don’t linger. The sensation is maddening; he needs her tongue, her mouth, her throat--he groans, finally grabs her head.
Kara pulls back, grins up at him as Lee threads his fingers tightly into her hair. Her eyes are bright and teasing. “Something you wanted, Captain?”
He pulls her head forward, thrusts his cock down her throat as she leans into him, comes so hard.

Last Time, R
Zak is passed out drunk on the floor again, along with a few of his fellow cadets. Lee and Kara’s eyes meet hungrily over the bodies. Last weekend they promised each other it was the last time, promised themselves.
Now, ambrosia pounding in their veins, there’s no promise that could keep them from slipping silently down the hall into an empty bedroom and frantically pulling off each others’ clothes, muffling screams with kisses as they come together. This is too perfect, too exquisite, more necessary than breathing. When it’s over they don’t even pretend anymore that they could ever stop.

Almost Caught, NC-17
Tigh’s voice rumbles on the other side of the hatch and they freeze, Lee lodged deep inside Kara’s body as he presses her into the wall.
“Could have sworn I heard Starbuck shouting something or other,” Tigh growls faintly.
She starts to giggle, struggling to stay silent, only her gasping breath giving away her mirth.
Lee’s knees start to shake as Kara’s laughter sets her body trembling, vibrating around his cock. He clutches roughly at her hips, thrusting involuntarily. Kara’s head snaps back against the wall with a thunk. They freeze again.
“Huh,” Tigh snorts, and continues down the hall.

Domination, R
Kara tenses as Lee ties her down.
He tightens knot in the rope around her wrist, then pauses. “We don’t have to--”
“No.” She cuts him off. “You need this.” Ever since their affair began, she’s felt his anger that she’s not fully his, that she ever married Sam. “I’m yours tonight,” Kara promises.
The way his mouth slowly curves into a possessive smile tells her just how much he needs this.
“You are mine,” Lee growls, and leans down to suck at her neck, hard enough to mark. His hands grope roughly as she arches against him. “All mine.”

Secrecy, R
He hated keeping secrets when he knew they would hurt Zak, but now that it’s just them against the frat regs Lee can’t deny there’s something incredibly hot about keeping his relationship with Kara a secret.
Lee traces his fingers around her kneecap under the table while they sit at dinner until she squirms; Kara eye-fraks him from the back of the ready-room until he can’t remember who’s on CAP. Whenever there’s a chance they frak: in the shower, the bunkroom, under her Viper. And every minute the secret burns inside him: Kara Thrace is his, and he is hers.

Edited Date: 2011-07-24 12:06 am (UTC)

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HOT. Resolutions is my favorite--they could both use a good cuddle most of the time :) And Not Your Friend was awesome too :)

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I have such a soft spot for Temple of Athena sexing. *happy sigh*

And Resolutions is just cuddle-riffic!

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Secrecy is incredibly hat for not being super graphic. And Almost caught is just funny. Oh, Tigh.

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Thanks!

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I love them during Kobol. So sweet.

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