Title: Departure From Normal Flight
Authors: Daera23 and Luna
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lee and Kara
Summary: It’s all about the sex toys.
Beta thanks to: The sharp-eyed siryn99
Written for the clever girlnorth and her onebedficathon.
Cross posted to: beyond_insane and bsg2003fics.
Artwork by Luna.
I.
Kara never saw the flaw in her plan until she found herself hiding in Helo’s rack and pressed so close to Lee that she could smell the slight hint of sweat which lingered on his skin just underneath his usual clean-soap scent.
It had all started out as harmless prank that had elevated into a devious game of one-upmanship. Hot Dog must have been bucking to prove something by the way he had relentlessly dogged her. He had shoe-polished the lectern before her last combat tactics lecture. Not one to ever back down from a challenge, she quickly got him back during a triad game with several tablespoons of salt in a hard-won bottle of ambrosia. And so it escalated until the rest of the nuggets were keeping their distance from Hot Dog in fear that they might get caught up in Starbuck’s retribution.
For the latest round she had drafted Lee as her lookout. It might be mid-shift, but it was hard to predict who might turn up at the racks. It had taken her all morning to swipe the muscle cream from the gym which she planned to switch with his shampoo. And since every good prank deserves a partner-in-crime, she had marched into Lee’s office and dragged him away from the fuel expenditure reports telling him all work and no fun makes Lee a very boring CAG. At the end of the day she figured he would explain it away as a preemptive attempt at damage control, but secretly she knew that he just couldn’t say no to her.
II.
Lee knew they were in a good space, which happened rarely enough that he figured he should go with it. A minimum of bickering, lots of jokes, and they were back to playing off of each other like a well-oiled team. Her mood was so infectious that he was compelled to jump along for the ride before the inevitable happened to screw it up. Paperwork could wait a little more.
So he found himself leaning against the hatch and watching her rifle through Costanza’s locker, amused by her running commentary on the nugget’s choice of pulpy paperback romances and skin mags devoted to busty blondes. But it’s the long whistle she lets out that catches him off guard and alerts him to the fact that she has found something much more valuable.
“Oh, Costanza, you’ve been holding out on me,” she says as she holds up the inlaid wood of a Caprican cigar box that she found in the bottom of his locker. She holds the box reverently, bringing it to her nose so she can inhale the fine tobacco scent that has seeped into the wood. The unguarded look on her face is pure pleasure, and it goes straight to his heart. But before his thoughts can detour into unchartered territory, she catches herself in her unabashed longing and gives him a sheepish grin.
She sets the box on the table, flips open the latches, and he watches her face fall in disappointment as the stash is obviously tapped out. She drums her fingers on the wood and wrinkles her forehead as she realizes there may be more to the box than at first glance. She starts to probe the seams and lets out a cackle when the false bottom gives.
“What, what is it?” he asks unable to curtail his curiosity.
In answer, a silvery object sails through the air at him. He catches it reflexively and mirrors her laughter when he realizes that Costanza is hoarding a pair of handcuffs.
“And that’s not all,” she says as she fishes out a silk scarf with a dramatic flourish spilling prophylactics all over the table.
“Remind me never to throw Hot Dog in the brig – he would obviously enjoy it a little too much,” he smirks until she ducks her head back into the locker and extracts a long slim object from the corner.
“I had no idea Costanza was this kinky,” she says as she turns a black riding crop in her hands appreciatively. She tests its bend and then makes a display of abusing the table with a few satisfying pops. The glint in her eyes is positively feral and Lee shifts uncomfortably at the sight that meets his eyes.
Kara already keeps him up at nights as it is and that was before they discovered Costanza’s secret stash. It doesn’t take much imagination for him to picture her abusing the thighs or ass of the lucky victim who was kinky enough to play her game. He can even imagine how someone could find that loss of control intoxicating - a rush of powerless ecstasy punctuated by sharp slaps in the most tender of places. Not that he has ever done anything like that, he’s not even sure he would like it, but with her hard edges and abrasive tongue, Kara is the kind of woman that inspires those fantasies. He can almost imagine putting himself at her mercy if he actually believed for a second that she was as strong as she pretends to be. But then if she was, he would also have no compunction about turning the tables on her.
With all the sex toys lying about, his arousal level rises even further. It’s not the first time he has imagined what it would be like to bend her over his desk, on top of Tigh’s reports and pound into her until she screams out his name. Now he’s looking at the table in front of him and imagining it all over again.
Of course at that moment he hears someone coming down the corridor, and fumbles to clear his mind and help stuff the spilled contents back in the box and shove them into the locker. It doesn’t help that Kara is giggling deliriously as he does so all the while teasing him that he has never played with sex toys.
“Hurry,” he hisses as she hides the crop and closes the locker. He doesn’t know exactly why he did it—except that no one would be able to look at Kara and not know she has been making mischief, or look at him and not know exactly what he was imagining, so he grabs her by the waist and pulls her into the nearest bunk and clamps his hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. He just manages to pull the curtain closed as the hatch wheel turns.
III.
They end up a tangle of limbs with Lee on top of her, their bodies flushed together, and Kara choking back her giggles against his hand. He has clamped his hand down a bit hard, and she has to whack him on the shoulder a few times whispering against him that she can’t breathe. He releases her with a stern look and she focuses on taking in air, trying to get her breathing under control. When she fully takes in their situation, she realizes how her chest is heaving against his, and the warm pressure on her thigh tells her that she is not the only one a bit too aware of their proximity. So she can’t help but pull the tiger’s tail as she tilts her hips underneath him and to appreciate just how he is affected by their situation.
She smirks as he groans, his eyes getting darker and she loves the heady feeling of knowing she can do this to him. For all his rank and position she bets she can make him come without even taking his clothes off. She can probably even make him beg if she puts her mind to it. And Lee Adama begging for release is definitely an image worth entertaining.
As she draws her arms up to clasp her hands behind her head and fully enjoy his discomfort, she misses the dangerous look in his eyes as he props himself up on his elbows to stare at her through the frame of his forearms. It isn’t until she hears the ominous click and feels the cold metal on her wrists that she realizes she has been played.
“Lee,” she growls in a warning, suddenly feeling like she is thrust into a flat-spin that came out of nowhere. It’s not that she has never played around with toys before, but she has always been the one in control. And she has to tamp down a frission of terror when she realizes that he effectively has her at his mercy.
She wills herself to composure; slowly counting backwards in her mind to calm her panic and calculate which way is up again. It’s an old pilot trick that has worked in the past and now takes the edge off her fear, helping to clear her mind. The cold metal on her wrist is secure, but not overly tight; Lee may be trying to be bold, but he is always the gentleman.
“Racetrack, come on!” Kat’s annoyingly shrill voice accompanies the sound of a locker opening and slamming shut.
“Yeah, yeah. Duck’s been buggin’ me to borrow my Countersurveillance handbook. Relax, you’re off shift now.”
“I want to get to the mess before the rush. If I hurry, I can grab extra simulator time.”
Kara rolls her eyes. Kat is always trying to be an overachiever. Maybe if she learned to relax a little, she wouldn’t need to get hopped up on stims to stay awake. She hears them banging about, but obviously they don’t suspect that she and the CAG are hiding in a bunk. Looking up at Lee, she sees him tense and become maybe even more aroused and suddenly she doesn’t feel so out of control.
She gives him another wiggle of her hips and notices Lee’s jaw clinch. “Kara, would you be still?” he says with a strained voice.
It’s all the incentive she needs. She flips them over, surprising him, and she pins him, hands moving to cup his face and using the leverage to press the links of the handcuffs against his neck threateningly. She could choke him if she wanted, but really she just wants to mess with his head and watch him squirm.
“What’s the matter Captain? Bite off a bit more than you can chew?” she purrs as she settles her hips in the cradle of his and grinds herself against him, secure once again, even if her hands have limited movement
She can feel him even through the thick fabric of their utility pants, and she knows she is playing with fire, but it’s so good to roll her hips into his, aligning them. He’s twitching beneath her with obvious desire to match her thrusts, but he never lets her get away with too much and she senses that he is searching to for a way to regain control.
“If you don’t stop that,” he whispers softly, “I will draw the curtain and make sure everyone in the room sees you in those cuffs.”
Behind the curtain, she can hear Kat and Racetrack greeting someone else who is coming into the room, just as it sounds like they are leaving. “You wouldn’t dare.”
His hand reaches for the curtain, and she only has a split second before she’s exposed in front of her nuggets, and maybe for once she has more to lose than he does so she decides to stop him the only way she can think of – she pushes her lips up against his, intending to distract him with a kiss, but it stops being innocent a millisecond before it even starts. He opens his mouth, drawing her into him; as if he was expecting her to try this tactic.
She eases her grip to cup his jaw, teasing his lips as she keeps the kisses short, knowing that the only way to regain control is to make him want her more than she wants him. She pulls back slightly making him chase her in an intricate game of chicken with teasing lips. He wasn’t supposed to be so damned tempting, but she keeps on dipping her lips, her tongue to his, tasting him like candy, making her heart pound even harder in her chest.
Despite her own lust, she feels him sigh into her lips, giving her control, and she wants to laugh at how much Lee Adama is like all the other guys. But she can’t stop her own assault, so she trails kisses along his jaw and licks his neck, tasting his heated pulse and the salty sweat of their actions. It’s too easy to lose herself in the kisses until she remembers the game, and his hands taking advantage of her distraction and sliding under tanks to cup her breasts are proof. Her nipples harden as his fingers test her, teasing her over and over until she thinks she wants more than the slow roll of clothed hips against each other.
With surprisingly quick movements, she finds them flipped again, her arms yanked above her head, and she bites back a wince of protest. He pins her hands with one arm, leaning his weight against her struggles, and with his other he continues his slow exploration of her body.
IV.
Enough is enough. Lee has never been much for power-tripping. It’s not an effective method of leadership and he is comfortable enough in his own skin that it has never been issue. He isn’t out to prove anything to anyone - except maybe with Kara and with her, it feels like a new battlefield every singe day.
Whether it’s the last word she always has to get in, or the teasing glances she gives him to keep him at her mercy, he always gets the feeling he is one step behind her, and he’s usually too damn scared of shifting the careful truce between them to shake up their safe little world.
With the silver handcuffs in his hand, it occurred to him that maybe that was exactly what she needed - someone not to be fooled by her tactics. The problem with believing that the best defense is a good offense is that it concentrates all your resources as firepower and doesn’t leave much for shielding. She’d know that if she ever paid attention to his own combat tactics lectures.
Now, feeling her writhe underneath his body; all sinewy muscles, scars and bones with jagged edges that make her feel more like a mine-field rather than a woman; he wonders briefly if he made a mistake in binding her arms. Her eyes are hard and full of defenses, the exact opposite of what he wanted.
But he picked his course, and now it’s time to follow through. He’s so tired of always fighting her, of always having to watch his step, of trying to trick her into letting him in. For once he just wants to show her that he wants her, precious balances be damned.
Slowly, he runs his calloused fingertips over the skin of her stomach, staring into her eyes for any sign of capitulation. It’s small, so very small - the merest hint of softening in her eyes and exhalation of breath that tells him she does in fact want this, even if it’s only in places she doesn’t want to acknowledge and see.
V.
His eyes scald her as he locks their gazes and dares her to protest. Her mind screams how she hates this, hates him for trapping her. Hates how her body is betraying her in this moment, hates the warm wet heat pooling in between her thighs that she can’t hide as his hand slips underneath pants and panties. And she hates how his eyes widen as he finally comprehends how turned on she is, and how he seems to take in her arousal as it were a boon he never thought he would receive.
She has to force herself not to squirm against his fingers. But they move so knowingly that it is hard not to follow their insistent motion.
“Lee, this isn’t funny,” she somehow manages to hiss.
“No, it’s dead serious. But then, you know that as well as I do,” he says as he slides his fingers inside of her.
“Oh no you don’t, this is about how you want me bound and under your thumb.”
“Is it Kara?” he says as he continues caressing her in ways that shouldn’t be legal.
She shouldn’t be thinking of giving in. She knows he is just winding her up. But somewhere she recognizes that even in all that hate, Lee Adama taking control is awakening a need she hadn’t even known existed.
He leans in further, pressing her into the mattress as she resists against him. He’s daring her, daring her to break, daring her to give in. His fingers dance over her, and it’s so good. But of course with Lee, it’s never that simple, he’s daring her to actually let him in. They are no longer playing, but he is offering her pleasure, and she has never been one to not take all she can, so she finally lets herself push her hips up to meet his hand, and concentrates on the heady scent of him, there, doing this to her. Her eyes slip shut in indulgence, to savor the moment, until he says “Kara, it’s okay to let go.”
She sure as hell shouldn’t need his permission, but it’s given and taken all the same. She forgets where she is and the pilots still outside, chasing this power building up inside her, and giving herself to it as he cuts off her moan with his lips before anyone can zero in on the sound.
VI.
Her eyes are open for once, free of the barbed wire that usually protects her, and he’s surprised at how honest they look. Not damaged, not weak, he was almost expecting liquid held in only by the walls she erects around herself, but she is in fact, stronger than that.
He leans in to kiss her, to see what that honesty tastes like, and she lets him in, opening her mouth and teasing in his tongue until it’s him that falling hopelessly into the heat of the moment.
He’s so hard, and he wants her so much and she still has the audacity to wiggle her hips underneath him that he can’t help but decide to take what she’s offering. He pulls her tank aside, his fingers still wet from her as he reaches for her breasts. She may be strong, but she’s still soft as well, even if her nipples are hard and her heart still beating wildly in her chest.
It’s the mad pull inside him that finally makes him tear his hands off of her chest, down to her utility pants, fumbling with zippers and buttons and cloth that are too thick to really feel how soft she is, pushing it down, and dragging her underwear with them. And then his hand is all over her, while the other one is still trying to push her clothes further down, but they’re stuck on her flight boots, and he can’t wait any longer. He brings his mouth down on her, smelling and tasting, making her squirm by touching flesh that is over sensitive and yet making her spread her legs a little more so he can have better access. He dips his tongue and his fingers inside of her until she squirms and he’s smart enough to get the hint.
“Enough already Lee,” she stammers out while he unbuttons his own pants. There is precious little room, and Kara is certainly no help with her hands up above her head so he does it all himself, pushing his clothes down as far as they’ll go before rolling on top of her.
Forced to look up at her, he can see she’s still not entirely happy about the situation, but the challenging glint in her eye seems to say that if he wants to be in charge then he’d better get on with it.
Wrapping a hand around her so that he can grab her ass, he tilts her hips forward with a smirk. She responds with a snap of her teeth - like she would just as soon bite him, but there is still a bit of a smile mixed in with it too as she loops her hands around his neck, handcuffs and all. He let himself slide into her warmth and she’s tight and wet and a moan escapes one of their throats as he loses focus on everything else. He can’t help but pull out and drive back in, just so he can feel the friction some more, because just once isn’t enough.
He can feel a tightening in his cock and though part of him wants to make it last, another completely selfish part wants to take it while he can because he wouldn’t put it past her to decide at any moment that she’s had enough and he should get the frak off her.
So he thrusts into her again, and he can feel her tightening around him and that makes him lose whatever control he thought he had on the situation.
Again and again, warm heat unraveling the thread of lust inside him and he can feel fingernails on his back digging deep and he doesn’t care because he wants to mark her himself. Kara’s head is thrown back revealing her neck so he buries his face in her as he explodes inside her.
Some time later he regains the ability to speak.
“Hi,” he says against her neck when the world has once again righted itself on its axis. His whole body feels like jell-o and he suspects that her arms are the only things keeping him from rolling right out of the bunk.
“Hi,” she whispers back before raising her arms and letting them untangle themselves. He manages to roll himself to the side so that he is no longer crushing her with his weight.
Pushing up so that he’s leaning on his elbow, he looks her over. Kara’s eyes are closed and the muscles on her face are more relaxed than he has ever seen them. Of course, it lasts all of five milliseconds before she opens her eyes to look at him and squints in malice that’s only half-pretend.
“There better be keys for these frakking things,” she says, holding up her hands and rattling the chains.
He gives her a smirk. For a person who is in handcuffs, she’s awfully demanding. “I kinda like you all tied up. Though maybe next time we should try a gag. You’re really loud.”
She shoots him a death-look. “Unless you want the next time to involve that crop, I suggest you find me the keys.
Lee smiles, thus infuriating her further. Because despite her cursing and the fact that he may have to sleep with one eye open from now on, the thing he’s focusing on most is that she has acknowledged a next time as well. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his set of keys. Being the CAG has its perks, especially when his pilots sometimes require a trip to the brig for drunk and disorderly, and he’s managed to acquire a master key for all standard issue cuffs.
She curses again as she snatches the key, but he knows things are okay between them because she makes a move to try and handcuff him right back. He twists away and she fights dirty and it’s not long before she is wiggling her hips and he’s hard and ready all over again.
From somewhere on the other side of the curtain, they hear Helo not so subtly clear his throat. “Ahem. Buck, I don’t want to know what you and the CAG are doing in my rack – just make sure you change the sheets.”
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