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Title: Limits
Author: elly
Summary:A week ago, he never thought he'd speak to her with a civil tone again. He supposes this is an improvement.
A/N: This may one day be part of a larger fic. Post-Unfinished Business, Pre-Eye of Jupiter. Exactly how far did Kara and Lee go?
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wisteria_'s porn battle. I have never been so ficcy in my entire life as I have been for this ficathon.
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She's the one who set the rules. She's the one who'd gasped out, "No," a week ago when his hands had reached for the side of her panties, to pull them down far enough that he could make room and sink her down onto him.
Since then, since that night it's been an escalating game of who can drive who crazier.
He thinks he might be winning.
"What about this?" he asks, hand sliding into her pants as his tongue slides into her mouth. She whimpers and her fists come up to slowly beat at his shoulders.
His fingers rub the front of her underwear, gentle, teasing, just soft little touches that make it hard for her to breathe. He bites back his grin against his cheek.
"Oh," the noise is soft and high and she tilts her head, opens her mouth a little more. Her tongue is hot and wet and perfect as it slides against his.
His fingers find the edge of her underwear and trace it. She shifts, impatient, wriggling against him. He shifts his hips away from her but not the rest of his body. Gods, he just wants to take her and frak her and touch her everywhere, inside and out.
He lets his fingers slip inside her panties to distract her. She's hot, so hot, gods, and wet like he's never felt a woman be. He needs to concentrate, needs to think about something else, so he pulls his mouth from hers.
"How about this, Kara?" he asks, his voice so low and rough he barely recognizes it. His index finger circles her clit and she throws her head back, arches against him. He has to bite back a moan because she feels so good, her body and her wetness against him. "Is this okay?
"Lee," she manages and shudders as his finger circles and circles, gentle and never quite touching. "Yes-" she gasps as he flickers over it, once, twice.
He kisses her again; he can't not kiss her again, and her mouth is distracted against his. He licks her tongue and she licks back.
"What about this?" he asks against her lips and lets his fingers slide low and trace her entrance, stretching the flesh he finds there. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and catch his too. Frak. She sort of - shimmies against him and she's so frakking hot, he wants her so much.
She sighs "Yeah, oh gods, yeah-" and he slides two fingers into her. Her sigh morphs into a groan and he feels it down his spine. Gods, this woman.
His fingers slide in and out of her wetness and his thumb finds her clit and he brushes it in time. She goes up on her toes, gasping, and then settles back down on her feet, arching towards him and opening further to him.
"Kara-" he says, stopping everything, mouth and fingers and hand and body against her, and she bites back something like a sob, rubs hr body against him.
He- he just- he needs to prove his point. "Is this cheating Kara? Or is this okay?" He circles her clit once more, slow and deliberate.
Her eyes clear a little, pupils still blown even as she blinks at him. He sees the anger brewing there before she speaks.
"Frak you, Lee." One hand goes to his wrist and the other to his chest and she tries to push him away but he drags his thumb over her clit, curls his fingers up and into her and the pressure of her hand only makes the sensation that much more intense for her.
She gasps again and her hand on his wrist freezes while the one on his chest bunches in his tanks.
"C'mon, Kara," he says, gives her another slow caress. "You want this. Admit it."
She's getting close, real close but she still fights her eyes open and levels him with a glare.
"Frak," she starts and then bites her lip, throws her head back and lets go, thrusting against the constant motion of his hand. "Oh oh oh oh-" she manages until her entire body arches and she comes against his thumb and his body and she convulses around the fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her.
He watches her come back down, fights the urge to kiss her, to smell her skin, bury his face in her neck. Instead he waits and watches and tries to fight down the irrational anger he feels towards her. A week ago, he never thought he'd speak to her with a civil tone again. Today she is coming around him and against him, even if he can't be inside her. He supposes this is an improvement.
Her eyes blink open and when she meets his eyes she laughs, low and private. He's never heard her sound like that with him.
"Mmm," she says and licks her lips. "That was-" she says and wraps her arms around his neck. He lets her pull him down, lets her kiss him, lets her grind her body against him. Gods, despite everything, despite his marriage and hers and a year of not talking, she's everything he's ever wanted.
One of her arms leaves his neck, snakes down his side and pauses only for a teasing pinch around his middle. Then she keeps going, down and around and to his button and fly, her other hand joining it and working the fastening.
"Kara-" he pulls away, warning. Her face is stubborn when he meets her eye.
"What?" she asks. "Don't tell me you don't want me, want this?" she abandons her work and cups him through the fabric. He groans, can't help it, lets his eyes close and his forehead drop to her shoulder.
She starts work on his zipper and he catches her wrists in his hands. When he meets her eyes again she's pissed off and annoyed and just a little bit scared. "We're - we're both married. We - Dee-"
Her hands still, and she looks down. When she meets his eyes again, hers are luminous, so bright he can barely look at her.
Her voice is low. "It can't just be me in this, Lee. It can't." He's never seen her look so serious, so intent. It means - gods, it means everything, everything, and some foolish part of him he'd long thought dead swells with hope.
"Okay," he says, leaning forward to kiss her softly. "Okay," he says, his lips against hers, guiding her hands back to his waist band.
Title: Limits
Author: elly
Summary:A week ago, he never thought he'd speak to her with a civil tone again. He supposes this is an improvement.
A/N: This may one day be part of a larger fic. Post-Unfinished Business, Pre-Eye of Jupiter. Exactly how far did Kara and Lee go?
For
wisteria_'s porn battle. I have never been so ficcy in my entire life as I have been for this ficathon.[][][]
She's the one who set the rules. She's the one who'd gasped out, "No," a week ago when his hands had reached for the side of her panties, to pull them down far enough that he could make room and sink her down onto him.
Since then, since that night it's been an escalating game of who can drive who crazier.
He thinks he might be winning.
"What about this?" he asks, hand sliding into her pants as his tongue slides into her mouth. She whimpers and her fists come up to slowly beat at his shoulders.
His fingers rub the front of her underwear, gentle, teasing, just soft little touches that make it hard for her to breathe. He bites back his grin against his cheek.
"Oh," the noise is soft and high and she tilts her head, opens her mouth a little more. Her tongue is hot and wet and perfect as it slides against his.
His fingers find the edge of her underwear and trace it. She shifts, impatient, wriggling against him. He shifts his hips away from her but not the rest of his body. Gods, he just wants to take her and frak her and touch her everywhere, inside and out.
He lets his fingers slip inside her panties to distract her. She's hot, so hot, gods, and wet like he's never felt a woman be. He needs to concentrate, needs to think about something else, so he pulls his mouth from hers.
"How about this, Kara?" he asks, his voice so low and rough he barely recognizes it. His index finger circles her clit and she throws her head back, arches against him. He has to bite back a moan because she feels so good, her body and her wetness against him. "Is this okay?
"Lee," she manages and shudders as his finger circles and circles, gentle and never quite touching. "Yes-" she gasps as he flickers over it, once, twice.
He kisses her again; he can't not kiss her again, and her mouth is distracted against his. He licks her tongue and she licks back.
"What about this?" he asks against her lips and lets his fingers slide low and trace her entrance, stretching the flesh he finds there. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and catch his too. Frak. She sort of - shimmies against him and she's so frakking hot, he wants her so much.
She sighs "Yeah, oh gods, yeah-" and he slides two fingers into her. Her sigh morphs into a groan and he feels it down his spine. Gods, this woman.
His fingers slide in and out of her wetness and his thumb finds her clit and he brushes it in time. She goes up on her toes, gasping, and then settles back down on her feet, arching towards him and opening further to him.
"Kara-" he says, stopping everything, mouth and fingers and hand and body against her, and she bites back something like a sob, rubs hr body against him.
He- he just- he needs to prove his point. "Is this cheating Kara? Or is this okay?" He circles her clit once more, slow and deliberate.
Her eyes clear a little, pupils still blown even as she blinks at him. He sees the anger brewing there before she speaks.
"Frak you, Lee." One hand goes to his wrist and the other to his chest and she tries to push him away but he drags his thumb over her clit, curls his fingers up and into her and the pressure of her hand only makes the sensation that much more intense for her.
She gasps again and her hand on his wrist freezes while the one on his chest bunches in his tanks.
"C'mon, Kara," he says, gives her another slow caress. "You want this. Admit it."
She's getting close, real close but she still fights her eyes open and levels him with a glare.
"Frak," she starts and then bites her lip, throws her head back and lets go, thrusting against the constant motion of his hand. "Oh oh oh oh-" she manages until her entire body arches and she comes against his thumb and his body and she convulses around the fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her.
He watches her come back down, fights the urge to kiss her, to smell her skin, bury his face in her neck. Instead he waits and watches and tries to fight down the irrational anger he feels towards her. A week ago, he never thought he'd speak to her with a civil tone again. Today she is coming around him and against him, even if he can't be inside her. He supposes this is an improvement.
Her eyes blink open and when she meets his eyes she laughs, low and private. He's never heard her sound like that with him.
"Mmm," she says and licks her lips. "That was-" she says and wraps her arms around his neck. He lets her pull him down, lets her kiss him, lets her grind her body against him. Gods, despite everything, despite his marriage and hers and a year of not talking, she's everything he's ever wanted.
One of her arms leaves his neck, snakes down his side and pauses only for a teasing pinch around his middle. Then she keeps going, down and around and to his button and fly, her other hand joining it and working the fastening.
"Kara-" he pulls away, warning. Her face is stubborn when he meets her eye.
"What?" she asks. "Don't tell me you don't want me, want this?" she abandons her work and cups him through the fabric. He groans, can't help it, lets his eyes close and his forehead drop to her shoulder.
She starts work on his zipper and he catches her wrists in his hands. When he meets her eyes again she's pissed off and annoyed and just a little bit scared. "We're - we're both married. We - Dee-"
Her hands still, and she looks down. When she meets his eyes again, hers are luminous, so bright he can barely look at her.
Her voice is low. "It can't just be me in this, Lee. It can't." He's never seen her look so serious, so intent. It means - gods, it means everything, everything, and some foolish part of him he'd long thought dead swells with hope.
"Okay," he says, leaning forward to kiss her softly. "Okay," he says, his lips against hers, guiding her hands back to his waist band.
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