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Title: Almost Lucky
Author: elly
Rating: M
Summary: "That was lucky, hmm?"
A/N: Post-Unifinished Business. Pre-Eye of Jupiter. I am not convinced Kara and Lee actually went so far as to have sex during that period, but this is what it is.
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Kara moans and throws her head back, hitting the steel bulkhead behind her hard enough to make her groan as he slides into her.
"Frak, Lee, gods" she manges and bites her lip. Oh, to be that lip, he thinks and shifts her in his arms, juggles her higher and slides further into her.
"Mmm-oh" she manages with his first thrust and frak, he can't help but grunt his agreement.
She tightens everything around him, arms, legs, hot little passage and he groans out loud and thrusts through it. Her head drops down and her mouth opens on his shoulder. He knows she knows better than to bite, to leave a mark, but he knows neither of them is thinking right now, so he shifts his hips just right, just there, and she throws her head back and moans again, loud.
"Shh," he manages because even though the door is closed, sounds echo on a battlestar, with nothing but metal to bounce the noise down a corridor.
"Oh, Lee, frak." Between each word he thrusts and her back arches and her head hits the wall and it only seems to turn her on more, the pain and the lust and everything and so he does it again, thrust harder, goes deeper.
"Like - ugh - that?" he manages and she moans out loud, deep and hot and it makes his toes curl even as hers dig into the back of his thighs.
She's all but mindless and he's pretty damned close to it himself when he hears it, the sharp click click click of officer shoes on the deck. He freezes and Kara squirms against him, not understanding.
She leans forward, nips at his neck and he says "Frak, Kara, stop it, listen," but she's chuckling before he can get the rest of the words out.
She wriggles against him, clenches some miraculous set of internal muscles and he moans, buries his face in her shoulder. The footsteps are getting louder, she must be able to hear them, but she just keeps moving around him so he can only manage "some one's coming" against her skin, presses his teeth to her and she gasps.
"Mmm-" she takes a breath and lets it out on a laugh "- me."
She pulls her hips back from his and slides back down just enough to make him moan, make him lift his head and find her mouth with his, kiss her slow and deep and wet, just like inside her.
They kiss and kiss and his hips shift against hers and her hands find his sweaty hair and her fingers rake through it, sharp nails against his scalp. She hums against his lips and he thrusts and thrusts again and he can taste it, taste his orgasm and -
The door to their previously well chosen storage room squeaks open. He freezes and, thank the gods, so does she.
Someone - Gaeta by the sound of the humming, enters, oblivious. Lee holds his breath, holds his breath and tries not to think where his hands and his cock are right now. He can feel Kara's quickened breath against his naked chest.
Each brush of her chest makes her tightened nipples brush against him and he wants to groan. Instead he pulls his mouth from hers and lowers his forehead to her shoulder. He opens his eyes, looks in the direction of the door and waits, braced against her and inside her and with her all around him.
He hears Gaeta open a box and shift through the contents. Frak. He hopes the lieutenant hasn't been sent here to do inventory or look for something too specific. Kara shifts in his arms and she's getting heavy, now that he isn't otherwise distracted.
She shifts again and makes a little noise, and he pulls back from looking in Gaeta's direction, just far enough that he can see her face in the dim light.
She's biting her lip and he knows she's trying not to laugh. He doesn't see anything funny about their situation, not with two spouses on the line, and the best friend of his wife ten feet away.
He can tell the moment she sees his disapproval, sees the way her eyes narrow and her lips purse. Her hands, draped over his shoulder, move down and her fingernails dig into his back, even as she arches herself against him.
He bites back a hiss and his hands find her hips, stilling her. He shoots her a look and a swift shake of his head and she smiles, godsdamn it, she smiles that wicked Kara smile he's never been able to resist and braces herself against him, pulling off his cock and then sliding as slowly as she can back down.
Her movements are almost silent, no noise but the quiet slide of slick skin on skin. He wants to throw his head back and moan, wants to tell her to stop right now, wants to tell her to keep doing that forever, but he can't speak, can't say anything.
She does it again and he sees stars. Frak it he thinks, figures if Felix hears them and spreads the word maybe this will finally force Kara's hand.
His hands tighten on her hips and he presses her back until her spine is flat against the cold wall. She gasps, the air silently passing through her lips as he thrusts deep and hard and without care. It's how she likes it, rough and fierce and a little bit dirty.
One hand creeps up from her hip to her hair and tangles in the strands, pulls hard enough to pull her head back even as his thrusts drive her head back into the wall.
He knows Felix must be able to hear them, has to have figured out what the dull thudding is, hopes to the gods that he knows who it is.
Instead, Lee hears the hatch being opened and the other man offering a quick "sorry to interrupt!" in such a cheerful tone that Lee knows there's no way Gaeta knows it's his best friend's husband back here, frakking his - what? Mistress? Girlfriend? Lover? Kara?
The thought is gone as Kara gasps and undulates against him, her hands rough on his back but not grasping hard enough to leave bruises. She knows better, even in the throws.
"Lee, frak, Lee," she chokes and her head presses back against the wall and his hips studder and wait and studder and plunge deeper into her as he comes, comes.
She lets out a breathless laugh as she slides out of his arms, as he slides out of her.
"That was lucky, hmm?" she asks, looking around for her underwear.
He finds the scrap of black cotton on top of a box and turns to hand them to her. "Yeah. Lucky."
Author: elly
Rating: M
Summary: "That was lucky, hmm?"
A/N: Post-Unifinished Business. Pre-Eye of Jupiter. I am not convinced Kara and Lee actually went so far as to have sex during that period, but this is what it is.
Written for
wisteria_'s porn battle.Kara moans and throws her head back, hitting the steel bulkhead behind her hard enough to make her groan as he slides into her.
"Frak, Lee, gods" she manges and bites her lip. Oh, to be that lip, he thinks and shifts her in his arms, juggles her higher and slides further into her.
"Mmm-oh" she manages with his first thrust and frak, he can't help but grunt his agreement.
She tightens everything around him, arms, legs, hot little passage and he groans out loud and thrusts through it. Her head drops down and her mouth opens on his shoulder. He knows she knows better than to bite, to leave a mark, but he knows neither of them is thinking right now, so he shifts his hips just right, just there, and she throws her head back and moans again, loud.
"Shh," he manages because even though the door is closed, sounds echo on a battlestar, with nothing but metal to bounce the noise down a corridor.
"Oh, Lee, frak." Between each word he thrusts and her back arches and her head hits the wall and it only seems to turn her on more, the pain and the lust and everything and so he does it again, thrust harder, goes deeper.
"Like - ugh - that?" he manages and she moans out loud, deep and hot and it makes his toes curl even as hers dig into the back of his thighs.
She's all but mindless and he's pretty damned close to it himself when he hears it, the sharp click click click of officer shoes on the deck. He freezes and Kara squirms against him, not understanding.
She leans forward, nips at his neck and he says "Frak, Kara, stop it, listen," but she's chuckling before he can get the rest of the words out.
She wriggles against him, clenches some miraculous set of internal muscles and he moans, buries his face in her shoulder. The footsteps are getting louder, she must be able to hear them, but she just keeps moving around him so he can only manage "some one's coming" against her skin, presses his teeth to her and she gasps.
"Mmm-" she takes a breath and lets it out on a laugh "- me."
She pulls her hips back from his and slides back down just enough to make him moan, make him lift his head and find her mouth with his, kiss her slow and deep and wet, just like inside her.
They kiss and kiss and his hips shift against hers and her hands find his sweaty hair and her fingers rake through it, sharp nails against his scalp. She hums against his lips and he thrusts and thrusts again and he can taste it, taste his orgasm and -
The door to their previously well chosen storage room squeaks open. He freezes and, thank the gods, so does she.
Someone - Gaeta by the sound of the humming, enters, oblivious. Lee holds his breath, holds his breath and tries not to think where his hands and his cock are right now. He can feel Kara's quickened breath against his naked chest.
Each brush of her chest makes her tightened nipples brush against him and he wants to groan. Instead he pulls his mouth from hers and lowers his forehead to her shoulder. He opens his eyes, looks in the direction of the door and waits, braced against her and inside her and with her all around him.
He hears Gaeta open a box and shift through the contents. Frak. He hopes the lieutenant hasn't been sent here to do inventory or look for something too specific. Kara shifts in his arms and she's getting heavy, now that he isn't otherwise distracted.
She shifts again and makes a little noise, and he pulls back from looking in Gaeta's direction, just far enough that he can see her face in the dim light.
She's biting her lip and he knows she's trying not to laugh. He doesn't see anything funny about their situation, not with two spouses on the line, and the best friend of his wife ten feet away.
He can tell the moment she sees his disapproval, sees the way her eyes narrow and her lips purse. Her hands, draped over his shoulder, move down and her fingernails dig into his back, even as she arches herself against him.
He bites back a hiss and his hands find her hips, stilling her. He shoots her a look and a swift shake of his head and she smiles, godsdamn it, she smiles that wicked Kara smile he's never been able to resist and braces herself against him, pulling off his cock and then sliding as slowly as she can back down.
Her movements are almost silent, no noise but the quiet slide of slick skin on skin. He wants to throw his head back and moan, wants to tell her to stop right now, wants to tell her to keep doing that forever, but he can't speak, can't say anything.
She does it again and he sees stars. Frak it he thinks, figures if Felix hears them and spreads the word maybe this will finally force Kara's hand.
His hands tighten on her hips and he presses her back until her spine is flat against the cold wall. She gasps, the air silently passing through her lips as he thrusts deep and hard and without care. It's how she likes it, rough and fierce and a little bit dirty.
One hand creeps up from her hip to her hair and tangles in the strands, pulls hard enough to pull her head back even as his thrusts drive her head back into the wall.
He knows Felix must be able to hear them, has to have figured out what the dull thudding is, hopes to the gods that he knows who it is.
Instead, Lee hears the hatch being opened and the other man offering a quick "sorry to interrupt!" in such a cheerful tone that Lee knows there's no way Gaeta knows it's his best friend's husband back here, frakking his - what? Mistress? Girlfriend? Lover? Kara?
The thought is gone as Kara gasps and undulates against him, her hands rough on his back but not grasping hard enough to leave bruises. She knows better, even in the throws.
"Lee, frak, Lee," she chokes and her head presses back against the wall and his hips studder and wait and studder and plunge deeper into her as he comes, comes.
She lets out a breathless laugh as she slides out of his arms, as he slides out of her.
"That was lucky, hmm?" she asks, looking around for her underwear.
He finds the scrap of black cotton on top of a box and turns to hand them to her. "Yeah. Lucky."
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