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wisteria_'s porn battle. 577 words.
Title: Morning After
Author: elly
Rating: R
Summary:He can't stop smiling. He can't stop touching her.
A/N: Set during Revelations.
They've been up all night. They both need sleep and they both have things to do, absolutely necessary things they need to do in the morning, things they'll need to be alert for.
Lee figures the problem won't be staying awake. The problem, he figures as she slides down onto him, wincing only slightly, will be looking at her - across the CIC, across the planning table, the hanger bay, his desk, his father's office - the problem will be not picturing her as she is, right now, head thrown back, hands perched on his chest, sighing through his penetration, and not wanting to take her like this again, immediately.
His hands grasp her hips and must tighten because as she hits bottom her eyes open and she looks down at him. She must see something desperate in his face because she smiles and shifts her seat. He gasps at that, and she laughs, light and low and unlike any Kara-laughter he's ever known, even from that one perfect night on New Caprica.
She must see it in his eyes because she does it again and his eyes roll back in his head. When he manages to force them open again, she is leaning down and then her lips brush his, light and soft, and she doesn't pull away when she murmurs "earth."
His hands slide up her sides, thread in her hair and keep her close even as he thrusts up against her. His mouth swallows her gasp of surprise and his hands keep her close, keep her from arching away.
After everything they've done together, after everything they've done together tonight that grind and shimmy of her hips shouldn't be so intoxicating but it is. It is. The combination of her and earth and finally, finally ending their running is like something effervescent in his blood. He can't stop smiling. He can't stop touching her.
His hands slide from her hair to her face, cradling her close, angling her head just a little more so he can change their kiss from soft and light to slow and deep. She moans against his mouth and her hips move a little more, grinding her against him. He thrusts up as much as he can, still shallow but still feeling so good.
They stay like that, thrust and rush and awe until she breaks her mouth from his, gasping, and she presses her face into his throat and concentrates, the motion of her hips sharp and over and over and over and he thrusts his hips up, tries to time it right until his own thoughts are swept away, too full of her and her above him to even think about breathing, let alone motion.
She comes, her cry short and sharp and her entire body quivering against his as she grinds against him. He lets loose any pretense of civility and thrust up, hard, hard enough to evoke another little cry from her and then - and then he comes too.
She's still collapsed on top of him, still cooling in his arms when the alarm goes off and one soft light across the room turns on. She pulls her head up and her eyes are soft and drugged - with him, he realizes, and he brushes her hair from her face.
"Gonna be a a long day," he says softly.
"Was a long night," she says, and leans down to kiss him again before she reaches for her alarm.
wisteria_'s porn battle. 577 words.Title: Morning After
Author: elly
Rating: R
Summary:He can't stop smiling. He can't stop touching her.
A/N: Set during Revelations.
They've been up all night. They both need sleep and they both have things to do, absolutely necessary things they need to do in the morning, things they'll need to be alert for.
Lee figures the problem won't be staying awake. The problem, he figures as she slides down onto him, wincing only slightly, will be looking at her - across the CIC, across the planning table, the hanger bay, his desk, his father's office - the problem will be not picturing her as she is, right now, head thrown back, hands perched on his chest, sighing through his penetration, and not wanting to take her like this again, immediately.
His hands grasp her hips and must tighten because as she hits bottom her eyes open and she looks down at him. She must see something desperate in his face because she smiles and shifts her seat. He gasps at that, and she laughs, light and low and unlike any Kara-laughter he's ever known, even from that one perfect night on New Caprica.
She must see it in his eyes because she does it again and his eyes roll back in his head. When he manages to force them open again, she is leaning down and then her lips brush his, light and soft, and she doesn't pull away when she murmurs "earth."
His hands slide up her sides, thread in her hair and keep her close even as he thrusts up against her. His mouth swallows her gasp of surprise and his hands keep her close, keep her from arching away.
After everything they've done together, after everything they've done together tonight that grind and shimmy of her hips shouldn't be so intoxicating but it is. It is. The combination of her and earth and finally, finally ending their running is like something effervescent in his blood. He can't stop smiling. He can't stop touching her.
His hands slide from her hair to her face, cradling her close, angling her head just a little more so he can change their kiss from soft and light to slow and deep. She moans against his mouth and her hips move a little more, grinding her against him. He thrusts up as much as he can, still shallow but still feeling so good.
They stay like that, thrust and rush and awe until she breaks her mouth from his, gasping, and she presses her face into his throat and concentrates, the motion of her hips sharp and over and over and over and he thrusts his hips up, tries to time it right until his own thoughts are swept away, too full of her and her above him to even think about breathing, let alone motion.
She comes, her cry short and sharp and her entire body quivering against his as she grinds against him. He lets loose any pretense of civility and thrust up, hard, hard enough to evoke another little cry from her and then - and then he comes too.
She's still collapsed on top of him, still cooling in his arms when the alarm goes off and one soft light across the room turns on. She pulls her head up and her eyes are soft and drugged - with him, he realizes, and he brushes her hair from her face.
"Gonna be a a long day," he says softly.
"Was a long night," she says, and leans down to kiss him again before she reaches for her alarm.
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