ALL THE THINGS
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embolaliaI've written rather a lot of comment!fic for No-Takebacks over the last few weeks (I'm running the DPP this week, you should come hang out!) and I'm finally getting around to reposting. All Kara/Lee, obviously. Here they are in case you missed them:
Through Zak’s Eyes (PG-13, 230 words) for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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To begin a barrel roll, engage port thrusters. He passed his flight test a week ago, but Zak still hears Kara’s voice in his ear. He angles the steering shaft to the left.
Zak smiles at the thought of her, but humorlessly. He’s given Kara every chance to explain, to tell him the truth, and she’s still keeping it a secret. Most of the time he forgets, sees the love in her eyes, knows he wants to be with her.
Then there are nights like last night. Nights when Zak’s sleep is plagued by the blurred memories of laying on the couch, listening to his girlfriend confess things to his brother she’s never said to him, hearing an excitement in her voice he’s never heard before or since. He couldn’t move, didn’t know what to say, not until the sound of a kiss rang out in the quiet of the apartment and a glass broke.
Zak swallows hard, evening out the Viper. She’s going to marry him. She is. She loves him.
But at the engagement party she looked at Lee like she was sorry, like she wanted something else instead.
Anger and jealousy tighten Zak’s grip on the controls as he points his ship back toward the ground. He can’t go on like this, not if he’s going to marry her. It’s time to talk to Kara.
*
Mr. (Vice) President (PG-13, 300 words)
Lee collapses on his father’s couch with a sigh.
Kara smiles sympathetically, then her eyes turn mischievous. “Do I need to call you Mr. President, now, Mr. President?” she asks in a sultry tone.
He manages a smile, gaze lingering on Kara as she stands over him. “It’s actually a step down from being one of the gods,” he jokes.
Kara grins, then crosses to Adama’s private stash and pours them two glasses of brandy. “Here,” she holds one out. “To your presidency.” She settles beside Lee on the couch and they toast, drink.
“Do you think I can do this?” Lee asks after a moment, gazing into his glass.
Kara turns toward him quizzically. “Lee, Baltar did it. At least for a little while.” She nods when he chuckles. “You know,” she adds, “I helped him celebrate his first election.”
“Yeah,” Lee says tightly.
She stares at him, then bursts into giggles, leaning back against the couch.
“Kara?” Lee asks warily.
She sits up, eyes still bright, cheeks flushed from the liquor and the laughing. “I yelled your name,” she admits. “In bed with Baltar. I...yeah.”
Now it’s Lee’s turn to grin. “Really.” He looks at her a long moment as he processes all the other events of those days.
“Really.” Kara bites her lip, just a hint of nervousness crossing her face. “So if you wanted to make a tradition of it...”
Lee sets his glass to the side, then hers. He glances at Kara, then moves in an instant, one hand on her leg pulling her down on the couch as she shrieks in surprise and glee. He holds himself over her, heart racing as Kara nods. He kisses her like he’s lost everything else. She kisses him back like he’s the only one she’s ever wanted.
*
Life and Death (R for themes, 300 words)
Kara sits with him a long time, not touching him, unable to reach across that last distance with Dee’s ghost filling the room. Beside her Lee has his arms around his knees, his face hidden. His shoulders shudder faintly as he mourns his wife.
“It’s okay, Kara,” Lee finally says, lifting his head, “you can go back to Galactica. I’m sure they need you there.”
She hesitates, then dismisses the idea. “You shouldn’t be alone.”
He frowns at the word shouldn’t. “It’s been a long day, Kara, I just need to sleep.”
The knot inside of her tightens at the thought of leaving him.
“Kara--” Lee starts.
“You tried to kill yourself too,” she bursts out. She swallows hard as Lee stares at her in startlement. “After Pegasus--Gods, Lee...How am I supposed to leave--” Kara’s hands clench at the thought of it.
Lee reaches out slowly, lays a hand over one of her fists. He stares at their joined hands as he speaks. “I watched your Viper explode, Kara. I saw it. And if I was ever going to--” His eyes flood again at the memory and his voice falters. “I survived that.” He looks up at her, guilt and love mixed together the way they always are.
Kara nods, not trusting her voice, wanting to wrap her arms around him, wanting to run as far away as she can so she’ll never be able to tell him she just held her own funeral.
It’s Lee who embraces her instead, pulls her against him so her cheek is pressed into his neck and she can smell his skin. “We’ll get through this,” he says softly, and she knows he means all of it: Dee, Earth, destiny.
Kara holds onto him as hard as she can and doesn’t tell him she thinks he might be wrong.
*
Hug (PG-13, 210 words)
“It’s really coming down,” Kara says, frowning out at the rain.
“No worries,” Zak says with a grin. “You give Lee a hug goodbye and I’ll pull the car around.” Tugging his sweatshirt hood up, Zak slips through the screen door, leaves it rattling behind him.
Kara watches him go, then turns, right into Lee. His arms are around her in an instant, holding her tight and close. His lips press against her cheek, casual for just a moment before she leans into the contact. Her whole body flushes as he shifts, lips finding her earlobe, the side of her throat. Kara gasps as Lee nips at her neck and she hasn’t even exhaled before his mouth is covering hers, eager and demanding. She returns the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt as she holds him against her.
Out in the driveway a car honks. Zak.
Lee steps back at once, his eyes worried and contrite. “Gods,” he pants. “I’m sorry, I--”
Kara cuts him off, pulling him in for one more kiss. This is one is softer, surer. His arms are around her again and she never wants to leave.
This time Kara steps back, and Lee’s eyes are dark with hunger. She swallows hard, and leaves without another word.
*
Trust (PG, 200 words)
The first weeks after the attacks they avoid talking about Zak like it’s a rule. They don’t rehash the time he threw up after Pyramid or the pranks he used to pull on other cadets. Because none of those stories are funny, not when what they remember most is being near each other, burning with hunger and aching with guilt.
They don’t forget about him, though. Lee watches from across the bunkroom as Kara brushes her hair quickly, efficiently. Remembers how Zak told him once that she squirmed away when he tried to brush it for her, muttering something about her mother.
He moves without thinking. When he reaches for the brush as she runs it through her hair, Kara’s eyes meet his in the small mirror.
“Let me,” Lee murmurs, holding her gaze. She nods, closes her eyes and sighs in pleasure as he takes over the task. The knowledge that Kara trusts him coils inside of him, stirring other memories. He leans in to brush his cheek against her hair and catches Kara’s eyes in the mirror again.
She blinks quickly, then pulls away. The guilt still outweighs the hunger.
*
Kiss (R, 430 words)
Ever since New Caprica, they’ve done the monthly reports together in frozen silence, but in the last few weeks everything has changed. Lee can hardly read a sentence without darting a look at Kara, making sure she’s still sitting beside him.
Her cheek and nose bear lingering traces of bruising from his gloves, and Lee feels a stab of satisfaction at the memory--not that he hurt her but that he marked her, touched her, held her in his arms. Kara absently licks her lips as she turns a page and heat churns through him. Since the dance he’s lived every moment with the knowledge that if he kissed her, she’d kiss him back. He watches her from across the mess hall or the ready room, knowing there’s no doubt that she’s his for the taking. Lee’s spent his days wracked with guilt and his nights lying awake, remembering the heat of her body that night on New Caprica, the abandon with which she gave herself to him. Knowing they could have that again is more potent than any remembered pain.
Lee swallows hard, unable to stop himself from reacting to the memory.
Kara looks over, her eyes meeting his. He’s not sure what she reads there but her own eyes darken, her mouth falls open, and he’s waited far too long to wait anymore: he reaches out and pulls her against him, kisses her fiercely.
The only thought Lee can hold onto is that he never should have waited, that just the raw sensation of Kara pressing herself into his arms, kissing him urgently, hungrily, is worth anything he could sacrifice for it. She surges toward him and suddenly she’s in his lap and he’s burning up, bucking against her. Kara whimpers his name against his lips--Lee--and it’s the most erotic sound he’s ever heard. His fingers slide up the back of her tanks and Kara arches against him, kisses him deeper, her hands clutching at his biceps as she grinds against him.
A klaxon sounds, calling them to battle, and they pull apart automatically. For a split second they stare at each other, panting, almost ready to forgo the survival of their race for a few more moments together. The Kara leaps up.
As they reach the door, Lee grabs her arm, spinning Kara so her back is against the wall. He kisses her hard one last time, then steps away. Kara is flushed, her lips red and swollen and smiling. She gasps for breath and nods in silent agreement: this isn’t over.
*
P.S. How exciting is it that cuts seem to be working again?! :)
Through Zak’s Eyes (PG-13, 230 words) for
deborah_judgeTo begin a barrel roll, engage port thrusters. He passed his flight test a week ago, but Zak still hears Kara’s voice in his ear. He angles the steering shaft to the left.
Zak smiles at the thought of her, but humorlessly. He’s given Kara every chance to explain, to tell him the truth, and she’s still keeping it a secret. Most of the time he forgets, sees the love in her eyes, knows he wants to be with her.
Then there are nights like last night. Nights when Zak’s sleep is plagued by the blurred memories of laying on the couch, listening to his girlfriend confess things to his brother she’s never said to him, hearing an excitement in her voice he’s never heard before or since. He couldn’t move, didn’t know what to say, not until the sound of a kiss rang out in the quiet of the apartment and a glass broke.
Zak swallows hard, evening out the Viper. She’s going to marry him. She is. She loves him.
But at the engagement party she looked at Lee like she was sorry, like she wanted something else instead.
Anger and jealousy tighten Zak’s grip on the controls as he points his ship back toward the ground. He can’t go on like this, not if he’s going to marry her. It’s time to talk to Kara.
*
Mr. (Vice) President (PG-13, 300 words)
Lee collapses on his father’s couch with a sigh.
Kara smiles sympathetically, then her eyes turn mischievous. “Do I need to call you Mr. President, now, Mr. President?” she asks in a sultry tone.
He manages a smile, gaze lingering on Kara as she stands over him. “It’s actually a step down from being one of the gods,” he jokes.
Kara grins, then crosses to Adama’s private stash and pours them two glasses of brandy. “Here,” she holds one out. “To your presidency.” She settles beside Lee on the couch and they toast, drink.
“Do you think I can do this?” Lee asks after a moment, gazing into his glass.
Kara turns toward him quizzically. “Lee, Baltar did it. At least for a little while.” She nods when he chuckles. “You know,” she adds, “I helped him celebrate his first election.”
“Yeah,” Lee says tightly.
She stares at him, then bursts into giggles, leaning back against the couch.
“Kara?” Lee asks warily.
She sits up, eyes still bright, cheeks flushed from the liquor and the laughing. “I yelled your name,” she admits. “In bed with Baltar. I...yeah.”
Now it’s Lee’s turn to grin. “Really.” He looks at her a long moment as he processes all the other events of those days.
“Really.” Kara bites her lip, just a hint of nervousness crossing her face. “So if you wanted to make a tradition of it...”
Lee sets his glass to the side, then hers. He glances at Kara, then moves in an instant, one hand on her leg pulling her down on the couch as she shrieks in surprise and glee. He holds himself over her, heart racing as Kara nods. He kisses her like he’s lost everything else. She kisses him back like he’s the only one she’s ever wanted.
*
Life and Death (R for themes, 300 words)
Kara sits with him a long time, not touching him, unable to reach across that last distance with Dee’s ghost filling the room. Beside her Lee has his arms around his knees, his face hidden. His shoulders shudder faintly as he mourns his wife.
“It’s okay, Kara,” Lee finally says, lifting his head, “you can go back to Galactica. I’m sure they need you there.”
She hesitates, then dismisses the idea. “You shouldn’t be alone.”
He frowns at the word shouldn’t. “It’s been a long day, Kara, I just need to sleep.”
The knot inside of her tightens at the thought of leaving him.
“Kara--” Lee starts.
“You tried to kill yourself too,” she bursts out. She swallows hard as Lee stares at her in startlement. “After Pegasus--Gods, Lee...How am I supposed to leave--” Kara’s hands clench at the thought of it.
Lee reaches out slowly, lays a hand over one of her fists. He stares at their joined hands as he speaks. “I watched your Viper explode, Kara. I saw it. And if I was ever going to--” His eyes flood again at the memory and his voice falters. “I survived that.” He looks up at her, guilt and love mixed together the way they always are.
Kara nods, not trusting her voice, wanting to wrap her arms around him, wanting to run as far away as she can so she’ll never be able to tell him she just held her own funeral.
It’s Lee who embraces her instead, pulls her against him so her cheek is pressed into his neck and she can smell his skin. “We’ll get through this,” he says softly, and she knows he means all of it: Dee, Earth, destiny.
Kara holds onto him as hard as she can and doesn’t tell him she thinks he might be wrong.
*
Hug (PG-13, 210 words)
“It’s really coming down,” Kara says, frowning out at the rain.
“No worries,” Zak says with a grin. “You give Lee a hug goodbye and I’ll pull the car around.” Tugging his sweatshirt hood up, Zak slips through the screen door, leaves it rattling behind him.
Kara watches him go, then turns, right into Lee. His arms are around her in an instant, holding her tight and close. His lips press against her cheek, casual for just a moment before she leans into the contact. Her whole body flushes as he shifts, lips finding her earlobe, the side of her throat. Kara gasps as Lee nips at her neck and she hasn’t even exhaled before his mouth is covering hers, eager and demanding. She returns the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt as she holds him against her.
Out in the driveway a car honks. Zak.
Lee steps back at once, his eyes worried and contrite. “Gods,” he pants. “I’m sorry, I--”
Kara cuts him off, pulling him in for one more kiss. This is one is softer, surer. His arms are around her again and she never wants to leave.
This time Kara steps back, and Lee’s eyes are dark with hunger. She swallows hard, and leaves without another word.
*
Trust (PG, 200 words)
The first weeks after the attacks they avoid talking about Zak like it’s a rule. They don’t rehash the time he threw up after Pyramid or the pranks he used to pull on other cadets. Because none of those stories are funny, not when what they remember most is being near each other, burning with hunger and aching with guilt.
They don’t forget about him, though. Lee watches from across the bunkroom as Kara brushes her hair quickly, efficiently. Remembers how Zak told him once that she squirmed away when he tried to brush it for her, muttering something about her mother.
He moves without thinking. When he reaches for the brush as she runs it through her hair, Kara’s eyes meet his in the small mirror.
“Let me,” Lee murmurs, holding her gaze. She nods, closes her eyes and sighs in pleasure as he takes over the task. The knowledge that Kara trusts him coils inside of him, stirring other memories. He leans in to brush his cheek against her hair and catches Kara’s eyes in the mirror again.
She blinks quickly, then pulls away. The guilt still outweighs the hunger.
*
Kiss (R, 430 words)
Ever since New Caprica, they’ve done the monthly reports together in frozen silence, but in the last few weeks everything has changed. Lee can hardly read a sentence without darting a look at Kara, making sure she’s still sitting beside him.
Her cheek and nose bear lingering traces of bruising from his gloves, and Lee feels a stab of satisfaction at the memory--not that he hurt her but that he marked her, touched her, held her in his arms. Kara absently licks her lips as she turns a page and heat churns through him. Since the dance he’s lived every moment with the knowledge that if he kissed her, she’d kiss him back. He watches her from across the mess hall or the ready room, knowing there’s no doubt that she’s his for the taking. Lee’s spent his days wracked with guilt and his nights lying awake, remembering the heat of her body that night on New Caprica, the abandon with which she gave herself to him. Knowing they could have that again is more potent than any remembered pain.
Lee swallows hard, unable to stop himself from reacting to the memory.
Kara looks over, her eyes meeting his. He’s not sure what she reads there but her own eyes darken, her mouth falls open, and he’s waited far too long to wait anymore: he reaches out and pulls her against him, kisses her fiercely.
The only thought Lee can hold onto is that he never should have waited, that just the raw sensation of Kara pressing herself into his arms, kissing him urgently, hungrily, is worth anything he could sacrifice for it. She surges toward him and suddenly she’s in his lap and he’s burning up, bucking against her. Kara whimpers his name against his lips--Lee--and it’s the most erotic sound he’s ever heard. His fingers slide up the back of her tanks and Kara arches against him, kisses him deeper, her hands clutching at his biceps as she grinds against him.
A klaxon sounds, calling them to battle, and they pull apart automatically. For a split second they stare at each other, panting, almost ready to forgo the survival of their race for a few more moments together. The Kara leaps up.
As they reach the door, Lee grabs her arm, spinning Kara so her back is against the wall. He kisses her hard one last time, then steps away. Kara is flushed, her lips red and swollen and smiling. She gasps for breath and nods in silent agreement: this isn’t over.
*
P.S. How exciting is it that cuts seem to be working again?! :)
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Date: 2011-11-11 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-11 07:13 am (UTC)Re LJ cuts - I KNOW! I'm so loving that they don't get shoved to the top any more and that I don't have to mess about with coding! My laptop is feeling the joy too as it no longer feels like it needs to call a helpline from how much abuse I throw at it *impish grin*
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Date: 2011-11-11 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-12 11:03 am (UTC)I also loved Life and Death, so sad and painful.
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Date: 2011-11-12 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-12 02:51 pm (UTC)I agree. I'm pretty sure Laura would've loved to hear the story, too >:-)
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Date: 2013-12-06 12:09 am (UTC)I love this way of her admitting to Lee what happened with Baltar!
Oh, Lee admitting out loud even a hint of what he went through after she "died." So achy.
That hug. Hooboy!
I love letting him brush her hair as a sign of trust.
Those damn Cylons have the worst timing ever!