Kara crossed her arms tight over her middle. Then uncrossed them. She crossed her legs at the ankle, extended carelessly in the center of the circle. Then she splayed them flat on the floor again. She shifted, her eyes tracking up the far wall, biting back a curse as she wondered why there were no frakking clocks in this room. Already she'd had to sit through Flyboy's bitching about how he'd always been afraid of the dark and Crashdown whining about his mommy never loving him.
She blew out a loud breath, her eyes sliding back down and tracking from face to face of the pilots gathered in uncomfortable plastic chairs on either side of her. They stopped on a familiar set of blue eyes staring back at her--a highly irritated set of blue eyes. She couldn't resist.
"Remind me again, Sir, why the frak we're in here trading sob stories when there are cylons out there ready and waiting to nail our asses?"
Those eyes flashed and Kara bit back a grin. Sometimes it seemed like her only satisfaction these days was getting a rise out of Lee. She tried not to think about that too hard, even as her gaze slid down to the tightly clenched muscles in his jaw.
"As you've been told at least a dozen times already,Lieutenant, the Commander insisted on these peer-to-peer evaluation sessions in order to reduce stress and improve communications among the members of the air group."
She was scoffing loudly before he'd even finished his sentence. "Peer evaluations, my ass, Apollo! More like frakking group therapy!"
Dimly, she heard titters and low rumbling from the group around her, maybe even a snort from Hot Dog off to her left. But Kara tuned it all out; she was in the zone. Her eyes locked on Lee's angry face, taking in the tightly compressed line of his lips, the taut skin over his jaw, the muscles jumping with impatience under three-day's worth of scruff. She licked her lips and waited, feeling the anticipation thrum through her as if she was climbing into her cockpit for a dogfight.
He didn't disappoint. Words gritted out like so much gunfire from Lee's lips. "I am quite sure you can find plenty of willing participants to evaluate your ass when you are off-duty, Starbuck. But for the next quarter of an hour, your time--and your ass for that matter--belong to me." His voice was sharp in the now-silent room and Kara held her breath. Her spine stiffened almost unconsciously as he raised a brow. "Now if you can't follow MY orders, Lieutenant, I will be happy to throw that ass in the brig."
Kara blinked and a slow, dangerous smile spread across her face.
"That a promise...Sir?"
She didn't specify which part of Apollo's little speech she was referring to, but the wink might have just given him a clue.
But for the next quarter of an hour, your time--and your ass for that matter--belong to me." His voice was sharp in the now-silent room and Kara held her breath.
And then they had angry, oh-so-hot sex. The end. :D
No, but seriously: GUH. I love the tension here. Nicely done, Tara!
Ohhh, I love it! Noone's ever written something prompted by me! Awesome! Love the back and forth! Now how about a sequel :D How about Kara describing a clearly made up dream to humiliate Lee a little... or you know some sexing will do too!
GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 03:10 pm (UTC)Kara crossed her arms tight over her middle. Then uncrossed them. She crossed her legs at the ankle, extended carelessly in the center of the circle. Then she splayed them flat on the floor again. She shifted, her eyes tracking up the far wall, biting back a curse as she wondered why there were no frakking clocks in this room. Already she'd had to sit through Flyboy's bitching about how he'd always been afraid of the dark and Crashdown whining about his mommy never loving him.
She blew out a loud breath, her eyes sliding back down and tracking from face to face of the pilots gathered in uncomfortable plastic chairs on either side of her. They stopped on a familiar set of blue eyes staring back at her--a highly irritated set of blue eyes. She couldn't resist.
"Remind me again, Sir, why the frak we're in here trading sob stories when there are cylons out there ready and waiting to nail our asses?"
Those eyes flashed and Kara bit back a grin. Sometimes it seemed like her only satisfaction these days was getting a rise out of Lee. She tried not to think about that too hard, even as her gaze slid down to the tightly clenched muscles in his jaw.
"As you've been told at least a dozen times already,Lieutenant, the Commander insisted on these peer-to-peer evaluation sessions in order to reduce stress and improve communications among the members of the air group."
She was scoffing loudly before he'd even finished his sentence. "Peer evaluations, my ass, Apollo! More like frakking group therapy!"
Dimly, she heard titters and low rumbling from the group around her, maybe even a snort from Hot Dog off to her left. But Kara tuned it all out; she was in the zone. Her eyes locked on Lee's angry face, taking in the tightly compressed line of his lips, the taut skin over his jaw, the muscles jumping with impatience under three-day's worth of scruff. She licked her lips and waited, feeling the anticipation thrum through her as if she was climbing into her cockpit for a dogfight.
He didn't disappoint. Words gritted out like so much gunfire from Lee's lips. "I am quite sure you can find plenty of willing participants to evaluate your ass when you are off-duty, Starbuck. But for the next quarter of an hour, your time--and your ass for that matter--belong to me." His voice was sharp in the now-silent room and Kara held her breath. Her spine stiffened almost unconsciously as he raised a brow. "Now if you can't follow MY orders, Lieutenant, I will be happy to throw that ass in the brig."
Kara blinked and a slow, dangerous smile spread across her face.
"That a promise...Sir?"
She didn't specify which part of Apollo's little speech she was referring to, but the wink might have just given him a clue.
Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 03:30 pm (UTC)And then they had angry, oh-so-hot sex. The end. :D
No, but seriously: GUH. I love the tension here. Nicely done, Tara!
Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 03:33 pm (UTC)Don't make me want to write the sequel too. ;)
Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 03:38 pm (UTC)Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-13 04:02 am (UTC)And of course they used that quarter hour...or longer later in the brig...to frak to their heart's content. :D
Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-13 06:27 pm (UTC)Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-13 03:51 pm (UTC)Sequel! Sequel! Sequel!
Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 03:41 pm (UTC)Now how about a sequel :D How about Kara describing a clearly made up dream to humiliate Lee a little... or you know some sexing will do too!
Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-13 06:28 pm (UTC)Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 03:51 pm (UTC)*G*
Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 04:22 pm (UTC)So where is part 2 where "Kara's ass is Lee's for quarter of an hour"?
There has to be hot sex in the brig.:)
Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 04:26 pm (UTC)Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 07:11 pm (UTC)Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 04:26 pm (UTC)Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 04:54 pm (UTC)Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 06:03 pm (UTC)Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-12 11:53 pm (UTC)YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM.
Re: GROUP THERAPY: A CRACK FICLET
Date: 2010-03-13 12:25 am (UTC)