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TITLE: Fighter's and Lover's
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 2
FANDOM: Battlestar Galactica
SHIP: Lee / Kara
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple.
SYNOPSIS: Starbuck and Apollo work out some of their issues, but inflame others.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Battlestar Galactica. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
He’d been too wired to sleep after a short confrontation with a Cylon raiding party during his patrol and had decided to work off his excess, adrenaline-fueled energy in the gym with a quick, hard workout. It was late, the dogwatch, and Galactica’s hallways were all but deserted with only essential staff moving about on their duties as he strode through them in sweats, and a tank top with a towel slung over his shoulder.
Lee spun the wheel open on the hatch to the gym to hear the rhythmic slap of gloves hitting the heavy bag. He closed the hatch behind him and watched as Kara launched another barrage of punches followed by a series of kicks. She stopped and gave him a perfunctory salute with one hand while steadying the bag with the other. She was wearing a short tank that was tight over her breasts and exposed her hard, toned torso with a pair of cut off fatigues, whose ragged edges showed that they were homemade. She was also barefoot and sweating. “Can’t sleep?” he queried in greeting. “Something like that.” She replied, taking a few more jabs at the bag.
Lee slid off his boots. “Good thing that bag doesn’t hit back.” He commented casually, hiding his smile as he deliberately baited her. “You looking for a fight, Lee?” she asked with a grin. “Me? No… Never… Just here for a workout.” He responded with feigned innocence and disbelief. ”Oh, I’ll give you a workout, alright. That’s if you’re man enough of course.” She taunted and he nodded as he slipped on a pair of light, padded gloves similar to hers. “More than man enough for you, Starbuck.” He accepted and she laughed, a deep, smoky sound that she just didn’t make often enough in his estimation.
They stepped onto the mat and immediately started to circle each other warily, the bare feet making soft hissing sounds as they slid along the padded mat. She attacked first, but just a series of lightning fast feints which he deflected or dodged with ease, except for a kick he had not anticipated that landed solidly on his upper arm and she nimbly skipped back out of the range of his reprisal. Lee shook his arm to get rid of the numb tingle as they circled and she grinned at him wickedly. He nodded acknowledging the hit. “My turn.” He whispered more for his benefit than hers and then launched into his own attack. “Dammit, I always forget how fast she is.” He thought as she skillfully evaded his kicks and punches without him touching her, but he was no slouch either. He swung at her head deliberately making her duck and then let his momentum spin him round and landed a back hand between her shoulder blades. He heard her grunt, but she rolled with the shot, tumbling forward and he had to spring back to avoid her leg sweep.
She shot back to her feet and they circled again as he watched her roll her shoulders. “Always knew you liked to take your woman from behind, Lee, but in a fight?” she taunted. “Why are you thinking about how I like to take woman?” he countered and she chuckled. “Because, thinking of how you take guys made me queasy.” She quipped back with a wicked grin before launching into another attack. They traded blows after that, both attacking and defending, but neither really landing any telling hits. Lee kept grinning at her and bided his time as he watched Kara’s frustration grow. She glistened with sweat, almost glowing in the hard light of the training area. Her top was also drenched with sweat and clung even tighter to her lush feminine form and he noted, almost absently, that her nipples formed little peaks in the material stretched over the curves of her heaving breasts. She had been such a fixture in his life, that it had been a while since he’d really looked at her. He barely caught the flash in her eyes as she came at him again and his distraction almost cost him, but he managed to give ground and dodged instead of engaging. A growl rumbled from her throat as he danced clear of her advance.
“Frustrated, Starbuck? Just not getting any satisfaction, are you? Or, maybe you’re just not getting any at all?” he taunted this time. He was certain she would throw back a snappy retort, but instead she just launched into another vicious attack. It was a case of being careful what you wish for as her frustration boiled over into rage and he was hard pressed to weather the storm of kicks and punches. She really was quick and he had to take a few heavy, stinging kicks and punches before he found his opening. She overextended on a kick which he managed to duck under and step in close. She couldn’t get her hands up in time and he was able to grip her throat, capture her wrist and get his foot behind hers all at the same time. He saw the realization of her situation dawn in her eyes the moment before he completed the maneuver to trip and slam her to the mat. She grunted as the air whooshed out of her with the impact and while she was stunned he was able to take a full mount position to pin her with her weight while capturing her other wrist to trap them both above her head.
“Yield!” he demanded as she struggled underneath him, bucking and thrashing in an attempt to throw him off, but he just added more of his weight on top of her and leaned forward, close to her face to repeat his demand. She continued to squirm and struggle, eyes flashing defiance and although she wasn’t getting free anytime soon, her struggles did cause him to lose some control. His body reacted to her hard, feminine form pressing against his, the friction bringing his dick from semi hard to rock solid. She must have noticed because he saw her eyes widen while his face hovered over hers. Her heavy breaths warmed and tickled his lips while her heaving chest pressed the hard pebbles of her nipples into his chest as her breasts flattened against it. The warmth radiating from her was barely muted by the thin layers of cotton that separated them. “Yield.” He whispered again and this time he wasn’t quite sure he was making the demand of. Her struggles transformed into something else, her body undulating slowly against his, grinding up against him, her dark eyes searching his.
Lee searched back; almost certain it had to be some kind of ploy, almost. He tensed, bracing himself when her head rose. He remained tense for a moment longer and then relaxed as her lips pressed against his in a gentle, trembling kiss. Her lips were soft, a pleasant surprise amongst the other things about her that were presently surprising him. He had never seen Kara hesitate before, much less tremble the way he felt her trembling against him now as he returned and deepened her kiss, following her blonde head back to the mat. She moaned softly as her head tilted and her mouth opened under his so that their tongues could duel and their lips slid together sinuously, her hesitance fading away.
His grip slipped from her wrists and his hand burrowed into her hair to cradle the back of her head as hers wound into his while they kissed hungrily. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her hips rocked against his and before he realized her real intent, she rolled them to reverse their positions with her straddling him. He groaned on an explosive breath as she settled down hard on his now raging hard-on. He started to sit up and she pushed him back down, hard with her palms on his chest. There was a flash of anger in her eyes and he was almost sure she was going to strike him, but her fist thudded into the mat next to his head. Her chest heaved against the light constraints of her crop top as she leaned over him, her breath hitting his face in hot gusts. “Dammit, Apollo… What the frakk!? How… Why??” she wondered, anger, confusion and something else written large across her usually stoic feature.
He assumed shock was written across his along with confusion as he didn’t understand the change in her reaction. “You kissed me, Starbuck.” He replied quietly, searching her eyes for an explanation. “I… I did, but you wanted me to.” She confirmed and accused him all in the same breath. “I guess I did, but you went ahead and did it.” He admitted and tossed her an accusation of his own. This time he was sure she was going to punch him, but instead he watched as she took several ragged, but deep breaths. “You know that this could never work, right? Not you and me?” she half-asked, half-told him with regret and anguish plain in her face. “Never.” He agreed, knowing that she spoke the truth. They were good friends, but as a couple, they would be a disaster, ironically they had too much history between them.
Yet, despite the truth and emotion that flowed between them his erection still throbbed and twitched with need against the heat of her crotch while she unconsciously, slowly rocked back and forth. Her nipples made two visible peaks in her top as the pink tip of her tongue made a slow circuit of her lips. Her head tilted slightly, first one way and then the other and her eyes narrowed speculatively. “That… That doesn’t mean we couldn’t have some fun, does it?” Kara suggested, her voice low and sultry and her grinding on him became harder and unmistakably deliberate to make her meaning clear. Lee licked his lips, echoing her as he slid his hands up her thighs, over her hips and onto the bare skin of her waist and her flat stomach pressed against his thumbs as she breathed. “Does it?” he enquired seriously.
“We can’t have the white picket fence, but I’ve always been curious. Haven’t you?” she wondered and challenged him, raking her short, but unruly hair out of her face to stare down at him. “I have.” He admitted simply as he flexed his fingers to massage her waist. She leaned over him, his face so close to his that her once much shorter blonde hair formed a curtain around them and tickled his cheeks. “We have one night, some fond memories and no regrets, consequences or hard feelings… Well, at least some hard… feelings.” She clarified her position on the matter in an intimate little whisper, grinding down on the hard ridge of his cock as it strained against the fabric of his fatigues before her tongue peeked out through her wicked little smile to just touch his lips. “One night.” He agreed and promised both to her and himself and this time it was his head that lifted to capture her lips.
They kissed, groaning and moaning into each other’s mouths as they rocked against one another. She rose up when his fingers found their way under her top and caressed and massaged the hard, shifting muscles along her back. Lee pulled himself up and buried his face between her breasts, nuzzling at her cleavage, the scent of vanilla mixed with sweat and arousal fill his nostrils as she lifts her arms and he pushed her top up and off. He captured her arms and held the top in place so that it still covered her eyes. He let his tongue brush across her lips, but kept his lips out of reach, teasing her when she followed the touch. She strained his against his hold chasing his lips and flicking tongue until she growled and he relented to let their mouths crash together for a hard, hungry kiss. He stripped off her top and tossed it aside while they kissed. Her hands wormed down between them while one of his clutched at her back and dug into her hair.
She shrugged off his hands and pushed him away hard, holding onto his lower lip, stopping just short of drawing blood before she lets go. She had a solid grip on the front of his tee and it tore, making a harsh sound between them, before his back found the mat again. He looked up at her, his eyes sliding down from her face to the high, firm, heaving globes of her breasts and the hard, brown pebbles of her nipples that sat on puffy mushroom cap areola. Her fingers tickled his skin as she stroked them along his chest and then flexed them to test the hard muscles. He started to reach for her breasts to touch what his eyes had already feasted upon, but he just barely caught the change in her smile, from wickedly inviting to wickedly smug. Quick as a cat, she rose to her feet and out of range just before he could reach her. Her chuckle was smoky as she stood over him and his eyes slid down from her breasts to her hands as they undid the snaps of her homemade cut-offs.
“What? Are you waiting for, a frakking invitation?” she asked him with an arched eyebrow when he remained motionless watching her as she started to push her pants off her hips with a sexy little shimmy. “No, Mam’.” He responded when he realized what she was referring to and his hands went to the fastening of his own pants. He braced his feet to lift his butt as he pushed his pants and boxers off his hips and ass when her pants dropped onto his abdomen and his eyes slid up her shapely legs as she stepped out of them. Unsurprisingly, Starbuck went commando and her sex winked and glistened moistly at him, causing him to unconsciously lick his lips. He left his pants over his knees and ran his hands up along the back of her calves. He felt her twitch when he ran his fingers over the backs of her knees before he grabbed the back of her thighs to pull himself up into a sitting position.
Kara ran her fingers through his hair before she cradled his head as he leaned forward. He inhaled the spicy scent of sweat and her arousal as he moved his hands higher to cup her tight ass. She let out a soft moan and her fingers tightened in his hair as he pulled her the last inch to his face and tasted her. She was wet and surprisingly sweet, cinnamon and honey with a hint of salt as he delved his tongue between her folds and explored the length of her slit. “Oh yeah!” she growled breathily and he groaned as her short nails dug into his scalp and she rocked her hips into his face when he found and suckled the exposed pearl of her clit while he massaged the smooth, hard curves of her buttocks.
Lee feasted on her, closing his eyes and immersing himself in her scent, taste and the sounds she made. She flooded and he hungrily drank her down and she responded with panted encouragements, growled threats and admonishments were he to stop, rocking hips and clutching fingers. His rock hard cock throbbed and slapped against his belly to the beat of his racing pulse and his muscles tightened and twitched with his growing need. He nuzzled her, savoring her scent and took another lapping taste before he moved his hands from her ass to her hips and then grasped her waist. She resisted him more out of instinct than anything else, but after a moment she slowly sank down to her knees, straddling him once more.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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