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Title: Blame
Author: elly
Rating: M
Summary: Poor Lee.
A/N: I don't know where this came from. A little lightness for those of us who like the baby!fics. (What?)
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wisteria_'s porn battle. Folks, those prompts? LIKE GOLD. You've got until tomorrow night.
He figures this might just make everything worth it.
Might just make the anger worth it (like he was the only one in that bunk four and a half months ago.)
And the morning sickness that she takes perverse pleasure in sharing every detail about with him.
And the cravings that have her holding him accountable when he can't fill them.
And the scared, angry, completely vulnerable look she sometimes gets whenever she thinks about the baby, when he knows she is thinking about the baby. The look she usually resolves by hitting him. Hard.
But this. Well.
Tyrol had mentioned it one night at Joe's and Hoshi had hinted at it, but Lee figured it was unlikely. Kara still sort of hated his guts for the whole thing.
But biology, it seemed, was stronger than Starbuck with a head of steam.
She'd caught him unawares, pulled him into what he hoped was an unfrequented office (not that he cares right now) and had pretty much attacked him.
His jacket, he is pretty sure, is now missing a few buttons. The button on his pants is definitely gone.
Not that he had wanted to be much gentler with her clothes, but the thing was was maternity wear was not the easiest thing to find, especially not for a colonial officer.
So he'd torn her clothes off, but gently. She'd caught on and had pulled back from attacking his mouth to roll her eyes.
"Lee. Lords. You can sew a few of my buttons on later if you need to. Just frakking touch me."
And who was he to disobey?
Once they were naked, Kara had pulled away, his lower lip in her teeth, pulling away an obscene length until she let her teeth scrape over it and release it.
And then - and then, Aphrodite, let him never forget it - she'd turned and braced her hands on the desk in front of her. One waggle of her ass and then she'd met his eyes over her shoulder.
"Lee," she said and his cock, already hard, hardened further. "Get over here and frakking frak me."
Lee didn't need to be told twice. He was across the room and his fingers were searching between her legs in seconds, fingers brushing her clit and her entrance and finding her wet, so wet.
Another sweep across her clit and Kara threw back her head, her back arching and her whole body shuddering.
"Did you just-" knew his voice sounded dazed and he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Mmmm," Kara managed, and spread her legs a little further, arched her back a little more.
Lee wasn't stupid and knew an invitation when he saw one. He stepped up behind her, pressed one hand to her hip, the other to his cock and guided himself inside her.
She - fluttered around him, the aftermath of her orgasm still affecting her. It felt - frak, it felt incredible. He moaned and pressed his face between her shoulder blades, his mouth open against her hot skin. His fingers found the tips of her breasts and he rolled them, gently at first and then harder, harder as she arched and moaned against him.
He knew better than to cup the firm curve of her belly in the middle of this, because knowing Kara she'd keep right on going until she came and then leave him here alone in this deserted room, hard and wet and dying to come. So instead he trailed his fingers down her side and to her hip and if his fingers brushed the swell, well, he couldn't really be blamed.
He shifted his hips and she shifted hers and suddenly he was going deeper and her moans were louder and she was up on her tip toes, hands braced against the cool metal surface of the desk.
"Frak-Kara-" he wasn't going to last long, but it seemed like that might be okay as she threw her head back and let out a loud moan, and then another and her tight little pussy contracted around him again and again and she moaned again and this time he joined her as he sunk his teeth into her shoulder as he came.
"This doesn't change anything," she managed once he could hear through the pounding of his heart in his ears.
"No?" he asked, taking a chance and nuzzling her ear.
"Mmm." And as if realizing what she'd said, the contented noise she'd made, she cleared her throat. "No."
"Okay," he said and pulled himself from inside her. She whimpered and he grinned because she couldn't see him.
"This is still your fault," she said, looking at him over her shoulder.
He stepped back into her, greatly daring, one hand cupping her belly and the other a breast. "I'm okay with that," he said into her ear and placed a kiss just below it.
Author: elly
Rating: M
Summary: Poor Lee.
A/N: I don't know where this came from. A little lightness for those of us who like the baby!fics. (What?)
Also for
wisteria_'s porn battle. Folks, those prompts? LIKE GOLD. You've got until tomorrow night.He figures this might just make everything worth it.
Might just make the anger worth it (like he was the only one in that bunk four and a half months ago.)
And the morning sickness that she takes perverse pleasure in sharing every detail about with him.
And the cravings that have her holding him accountable when he can't fill them.
And the scared, angry, completely vulnerable look she sometimes gets whenever she thinks about the baby, when he knows she is thinking about the baby. The look she usually resolves by hitting him. Hard.
But this. Well.
Tyrol had mentioned it one night at Joe's and Hoshi had hinted at it, but Lee figured it was unlikely. Kara still sort of hated his guts for the whole thing.
But biology, it seemed, was stronger than Starbuck with a head of steam.
She'd caught him unawares, pulled him into what he hoped was an unfrequented office (not that he cares right now) and had pretty much attacked him.
His jacket, he is pretty sure, is now missing a few buttons. The button on his pants is definitely gone.
Not that he had wanted to be much gentler with her clothes, but the thing was was maternity wear was not the easiest thing to find, especially not for a colonial officer.
So he'd torn her clothes off, but gently. She'd caught on and had pulled back from attacking his mouth to roll her eyes.
"Lee. Lords. You can sew a few of my buttons on later if you need to. Just frakking touch me."
And who was he to disobey?
Once they were naked, Kara had pulled away, his lower lip in her teeth, pulling away an obscene length until she let her teeth scrape over it and release it.
And then - and then, Aphrodite, let him never forget it - she'd turned and braced her hands on the desk in front of her. One waggle of her ass and then she'd met his eyes over her shoulder.
"Lee," she said and his cock, already hard, hardened further. "Get over here and frakking frak me."
Lee didn't need to be told twice. He was across the room and his fingers were searching between her legs in seconds, fingers brushing her clit and her entrance and finding her wet, so wet.
Another sweep across her clit and Kara threw back her head, her back arching and her whole body shuddering.
"Did you just-" knew his voice sounded dazed and he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Mmmm," Kara managed, and spread her legs a little further, arched her back a little more.
Lee wasn't stupid and knew an invitation when he saw one. He stepped up behind her, pressed one hand to her hip, the other to his cock and guided himself inside her.
She - fluttered around him, the aftermath of her orgasm still affecting her. It felt - frak, it felt incredible. He moaned and pressed his face between her shoulder blades, his mouth open against her hot skin. His fingers found the tips of her breasts and he rolled them, gently at first and then harder, harder as she arched and moaned against him.
He knew better than to cup the firm curve of her belly in the middle of this, because knowing Kara she'd keep right on going until she came and then leave him here alone in this deserted room, hard and wet and dying to come. So instead he trailed his fingers down her side and to her hip and if his fingers brushed the swell, well, he couldn't really be blamed.
He shifted his hips and she shifted hers and suddenly he was going deeper and her moans were louder and she was up on her tip toes, hands braced against the cool metal surface of the desk.
"Frak-Kara-" he wasn't going to last long, but it seemed like that might be okay as she threw her head back and let out a loud moan, and then another and her tight little pussy contracted around him again and again and she moaned again and this time he joined her as he sunk his teeth into her shoulder as he came.
"This doesn't change anything," she managed once he could hear through the pounding of his heart in his ears.
"No?" he asked, taking a chance and nuzzling her ear.
"Mmm." And as if realizing what she'd said, the contented noise she'd made, she cleared her throat. "No."
"Okay," he said and pulled himself from inside her. She whimpered and he grinned because she couldn't see him.
"This is still your fault," she said, looking at him over her shoulder.
He stepped back into her, greatly daring, one hand cupping her belly and the other a breast. "I'm okay with that," he said into her ear and placed a kiss just below it.
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ZOMG your icon!
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Also, that icon? HILARIOUS.
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Love it.
May I also suggest the follow-up fic where Lee is trying to sew the buttons back on and Kara...ahem...distracts him?
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And I think you should feel free to write the follow up. Poor homemaker Lee! Ha.
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Here's a little (ok, not so little--am working on my verbosity)comment fic just for you:
Kara sprawls on their rack, naked, and watches impatiently as Lee pushes the tiny silver needle through the button and the heavy cloth of her maternity uniform.
His hands are large and rough but oh so nimble, as she knows far too well. She studies him as his fingers work the cloth, gripping it tightly (like he did her hips earlier) and pistoning the needle through in sharp up-and-down movements (like he did in her earlier).
Patience evaporated and body strumming, Kara slides her own hands over her chest, palming her fuller breasts, skimming down her rounded stomach, and parting her own slick folds. "Lee?" she calls, her voice husky.
He doesn't look up from his task. "One minute," he says, his voice dripping with frustration. "I've almost got this last frakking button on."
Kara rolls her eyes and slides a finger down to press hard on her clit. "LEE." This time, she puts a little command in it, and his hand stills and his head lifts.
His eyes take in her supine form and flushed skin, vision stuttering on where the index finger of her right hand dips inside to the knuckle now. His mouth drops open and he gets the surpised little boy look she loves (because as far back as Colonial Day, she remembers, it's always meant she wins.)
"The Suzy Homemaker act is very cute and all, but I can think of a better use for those hands right the frak now, Major."
She lifts her own hand from where it lazily strokes her nipple and crooks a finger at him. Kara almost laughs at how quickly he crosses to the bed, those dexterous digits ripping at his own tanks and briefs until he slides naked against her side, eager erection nudging her hip.
"Only my hands, Captain? What happened to that out-of-the-box thinking you're so good at?"
She cocks an eyebrow at him and starts to respond when he reaches down and grabs her wrist, pulling her wet fingers out and sliding them into his mouth, sucking hard. She whimpers when he does it, for the second time today and well, ever, and thinks frak me, these pregnancy hormones are turning me into such a girl, but when he slides a heavy thigh over hers, Kara stops thinking at all.
Lee rises over her, wrapping one hand around the back of her neck and fastening his mouth on her breast, his tongue laving the nipple as he pushes her legs open further with his knee.
She tilts her hips up and he slides home in one smooth movement. Kara's amazed yet again at how it never stops feeling anything but right to have him inside her, even when she's still this angry about the frakking mess he's gotten them into.
But as he picks up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, she watches how he carefully supports himself on one arm, the other slipping down from her neck to press his palm between her shoulder blades and cradle her to him, careful not to let his weight push against her stomach. So frakking strong she thinks, and she can't help but love him a little for it, even if the need for such caution is all his fault in the first place.
Then he shifts slightly, angling deeper within her, and Kara's lost, eyes closed, body tightening and singing with pleasure. She always comes first these days and she can tell he's close from his breathing, so she reaches down and grips his ass, digging her nails slightly into his skin, and bears down hard, squeezing his cock tightly. He groans and jerks his hips once then twice, coming hard. Dropping sweaty kisses onto her shoulder and ear and temple, he rolls carefully to the side and pulls her against him.
As he feels sleep invade his limbs, Lee thinks, Six more months of this? Oh yeah, definitely worth it.
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Anyways, glad you liked it!
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Glad you liked it!
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Oh, and taragel? Loved the continuation!
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I love how wary Lee is around her, like she's liable to explode at any second (even more so than normal).
And practical Lee being careful with the clothes, and horny Kara not caring.
Yup, definitely, Queen of the Porn Battle. :D
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Looking forward to get involved