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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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