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[elly427]

I fear that liminalliz is the only one who will read this, but eh, whatever. Kara/Lee smut that really needs a beginning and just devolves into PWP. Featuring #s 4, 5, 11, 12, 13, 27, 37 (sort of), 39, 41, 43, 47, 51, 52, 54, and 57 from liminalliz's list here. And really, it's all about #47. Ahem.


Normally Kara wants Lee right where she can see him; underneath her, comfortable, predictable Lee, letting her take charge, fond and affectionate and an easy way to get off.

Right now they're both too charged for anything as sedate as a normal frak. Her tanks are up and over her head and in a sweaty pile on the floor before anything registers and she catches him watching, not hiding anything.

He is behind her and has her caught up against his hard body before she notices he has moved. One hand is around her and holding her to him, crossing her chest and holding her so she feels like she might not be able to get away if she tried. The other arm -

His hand slides down the front of her sweats even as his arm tightens against her sternum and his other hand grips her should more tightly. She likes the threat she can feel in him, pressed up against her, likes this man riled up and dangerous. A shiver works it way down her body, hard though she tries to suppress it and she hears him breathe out in what might be considered a chuckle, even as his fingers slide lower and hit the elastic of her underwear.

She wants to pull away, doesn’t like him being this free with her body, doesn't like anyone able to evoke this sort of response in her. He's going to find her hot and wet and waiting for him as soon as he moves his fingers lower and he's barely touched her.

She tilts her chin and slides her tongue from between parches lips and traces it along the skin of the arm in front of her. She feels his body tense even as his grip on her torso loosens slightly, just enough that she can lean her neck down further and bite him, not hard, just hard enough to show he's not in compete control.

Breath hisses in between his teeth and his arm is braced firmly against her even as he slides his other hand down and through wiry hair and then, oh, gods, oh frak, oh gods, two fingers zero in on her clit and give it a firm pinch and frak it feels incredible.

And then, and then his fingers go sliding through her wetness, take some short exploratory feel and then slide out of her and up and out of her underwear and move to just rest on the waist of her pants.

Her head thunks back and hits Lee's shoulder and she feels his cheek crinkle as he smiles.

"Are you going to play nice?" his voice is low and she can feel it on her skin and against her back and through her entire body.

She drags her eyes open and wonders when they closed. Tries to tilt her head to get a look at him but he's learned his lesson and moves his fingers further out of her pants. She bits her lip and grits out "are you?" from between clenched teeth.

He laughs at that, a short, sharp bark that makes his hand clench on her shoulder and there is something serious wrong with her because that little increase in pressure, the pure sensation of his blunt fingernails digging further into her skin has her willing to do along most anything, to promise whatever he wants if he’ll just keep touching her in any way he wants.

She feels his head turn and then his lips on her neck, wet and parted and she feels the air move as he breaths her in. "I'm not feeling very nice." He takes another breath and she closes her eyes and curls her toes and wishes she hadn't.

She feels Lee's lips curve against her skin and her first instinct is to elbow him in the stomach and teach him a frakking lesson, but he knows, knows her and the hand at her waist slides up her stomach quickly and under another layer of fabric and he wastes no time scraping the undercurve of her breast with his thumb nail.

She sucks in a breath but otherwise remains completely still, prays to any lord who will listen that he just keep his hands on her skim, just keep touching her. He does, and he traces the curve of her breast up and up until he finds her nipple, already hard. He flicks it once, twice and she shivers, hard tremors up and down her skin and he feels it and pulls her closer, his mouth returning to her skin, skimming up and down her neck and finding her shoulder and taking the most perfect little sniffs and sighs.

"So?" he asks as he cages his nipple between two fingers.

"Unnghwha?" she says and finds it hard to believe he's brought her to this.

"Are you willing to play-" anything flick of her nipple, but this time the hand keeps moving down and leaves her breast to trail down her stomach, down under her waist band and into her underwear once more. "-nice?" He sort of hisses it as his fingers find her, dive in slowly to the slick heat between her legs.

"Yes, frak, Lee, whatever, just, gods-" she can't believe he has her this worked up after five minutes of foreplay. This is insane. This is incredible.

"Now, that doesn't sound like you're really willing to cooperate, now does it Kara?" and two fingers pinch and frame her clit while his thumb swoops in to swirl on top of it.

"Lee-" is all she can manage. He almost has her up on her tiptoes now, and she's not ashamed to admit she’s panting and gaping. She can feel his entire body behind her and knows this is affecting him too.
“Lee, come on."

And of course he backs off, because he’s a rat bastard and she has to choke back all of the things she wants to call him and instead, instead twists her body just enough and finds his ear and takes his lobe between her teeth and pulls, hears his hiss and releases, says "please" and is a little happier that he didn’t make her beg without extracting some revenge. She’s got just enough movement that she can just rub herself against the hard cock that's pressed firmly between their bodies.

Lee sucks in a breath and she likes it, the first uncontrollable expression that this is affecting him almost as it’s affecting her. He loosens his grip on her and she takes advantage, slides her hand between their bodies and hopes that if she can just get him as worked up as she is, he’ll give in.

Instead, oh instead his hand leaves her pants, her wet sex and his hands encircle her wrists. "I knew I couldn't trust you," he says in that voice that makes her know that there’s a wicked gleam in his eye. “I guess we'll have to do this another way.”

He brings her arms around to her front "Take your pants off." She has no idea what he has planned but doesn't care because he’s getting her more naked and that seems like a good idea.

She has them down around her ankles and he helps her kick them off, then presses against her. "Move,” he says, pushes her from behind towards the bunk and she sighs in relief.

But instead of laying her or even pushing her down, he braces her hands on the ladder rungs up to his rack. "Hold on. Hold on or I'll leave." and she rolls her eyes because she knows he’ll do no such thing, except the slight possibility that he just might follow through makes her tighten her grip, just a little.

He steps away, but is close enough that she can still feel the heat that his body is radiating. She hears the zipper on his pants go down but doesn't hear fabric hitting the floor.

"Stand up straight, Starbuck,” and with that note of command in his voice, she almost snaps to attention but catches herself just in time. Lips, this time pressed to the tattoo at the back of her neck and she can feel their curve, but he looses that quickly.

One foot between hers and he kicks her stance wider. "Make some room," he says, politely, like his hands aren’t snaking up her front and cupping her breasts, nipples caught in the dips between his thumbs and index fingers.

She leans her forehead on the bar in front of her and pushes her ass back, just slightly, hoping he’ll take the hint and get something started. He pushes against her, cock seating itself straight up in the grove of her ass. She rocks back and he rocks forward and it feels so good, sensitive skin against sensitive skin and his hands on her breasts and his lips on her neck

And then he moves one hand from her breast and he reaches down and adjusts himself, sets himself at her entrances and whispers into her ear "hold on" and "don’t let go" as he thrusts up into her.

And then she does go up on her toes, is rocked forward, nags her head against the bar but doesn’t care because this feels so good, being filled and entered and taken by him. Frak frak frak she repeats and realises it’s out loud she he takes a tendon in her neck between his teeth and bites, laves the spot with his tongue and does it again.

Up onto toes and the down, sinking down and back and onto him and he’s strong enough to support nearly all of her weight even as he pushes back against her, tries to go deep and can't.

She tries to rise up again but his hands grab her hips and with a tight grip, fingers press into her hips and he pulls her back, drags her ass back towards him. She keeps her hands on the bars, like he said, and soon she is bent almost perpendicular as he pushes into her again and against and again, hips jarring hers.

Her teeth dig into her lip and she gasps around the sting and suddenly she can taste copper, tastes blood and the buzz of breath passing over broken skins turns her on even more.

Frak oh frak Lee oh frak oh Lee she thinks and realises she’s been saying it out loud and Lee leans forward, chest draping over her back as he reaches around again to cup her breasts in calloused hands.

Something is boiling with her her, hot and wild and just out of reach and she closes her eyes and grabs the bars in front of her and tries to concentrate and Lee takes that moment, as she's holding her breath and feeling like her brain might pop, to roll her nipples hard between her fingers and thrust into her hard, angling his hips so he just hits something and her clit is jarred by the force and it's all waves and crash and swell and heat and coiling tense tight release-

She shakes and shakes and feels and hears and sees and tastes Lee’s breath explode against her and a few hard, shallow thrusts later and he is still, resting against her back.

They aren’t like that for long; he is heavy and her legs can barely support him and he groans, buries his face into the sweaty hair at the base of her neck and finally finds the will to stand up straight.

He slips from inside her and she clenches around the emptiness, little flutters of awareness shivering through her.

“Frak," she breaths. "Frak, Lee, what in the names of the lords of Kobol was that?" She turns and looks at him over her shoulder and he shrugs and smiles and says “It worked, didn’t it? You seemed pretty . . . friendly there by the end." He smirks and she wishes she could be annoyed but she feels too good roght now to work up the energy that would require.

And then he leans close and the gods help her if she isn’t ready again, just like that, just from him being close. "You can let go now," and he nods in the direction of her hands, white knuckled and still clenched around the bars.

She scowls and quickly straightens, flexes her fingers a few times and waits for circulation to start again. Her body aches, just a little, and it’s been a while since it did that.

"Frak you," she spits, and he snorts and she knows why but knows he's too smart to make the obvious comment.

She collapses into her bunk, never so glad to be on the lower one as right now. Curls onto her stomach and shoves an arm under her pillow and trusts Lee to shut her curtain.

He does, but tries to do it as he slides himself into her bunk.

"You’re frakking kidding me, right?" He cracks one eye open, already settled in for sleep. "You treat me like that and then you want to snuggle?"

He closes his eyes and settles more comfortably into her pillow and she wants to be infuriated but feels too good, so she settles for a glare. "You've got to be kidding me if you think I’ve got the energy to make it up into my bunk right now. And after I treated you like this yes, exactly. I'd think you'd be willing to share you bunk at the very least after that." He’s not really serious, except his arm is sliding around her waist and pulling her back against him.

She rolls to face him and doesn’t bother to hide her yawn. "Try that again and I'll cut off your important bits the next time you try to cuddle."

"Mmhmm,” he snuffles into her hair and settles her more comfortably against him. "Go to sleep, Kara."