Fic: Kara/Leoben ficlet
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embolaliaTitle: Aftermath
Pairing: Kara/Leoben
Rating: PG-13 (implications of previous torture)
Words: 415
Summary: After Leoben is air-locked, Kara cleans up her mess.
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rirenec :)
Aftermath
“Are you alright?” Laura asks as Kara stands frozen, her hand against the glass a full minute after Leoben’s disappeared into the dark of space.
She snatches her hand back, whirling toward the President but catching herself at the last moment. “Yeah,” Kara bites out. “Fine. I’ll just clean up.”
She waves to the marines to protect the President from the vacuum where a Cylon used to be and goes back into the make-shift cell. Water puddles the floor where he thrashed and she mops it up with a towel, leaning awkwardly to keep the weight on her good knee. How did he know? He’s gone but the memory of it still chills her, makes her heart race. She feels exactly like a child again, with some secret found out by her mother. She’s caught in the same moment between flinching and pushing back.
Kara leaves the sodden towel on the floor and takes another to the table. His blood has dried, the trace of his fingers looking for all the world like the currents of a stream. She drags her fingers through the pattern he’s left, then studies the traces on her fingertips. She raises her hand, smelling the tang of his blood; she brings her fingers to her lips, tasting the iron and salt. A shiver goes through her, something like arousal, something like recognition. He was enough like a man.
One of the crew of the Gemenon Traveller stops in the doorway, confused by her presence, and Kara steps quickly back from the table. “Just leaving,” she mutters, and pushes past him.
The Raptor won’t be back for a while, and she wanders as she waits, drawn inexorably back to the airlock. Glancing around hesitantly, she hits the button to open the hatch and steps inside, closes it.
This is where he stood. She presses her hand to the glass, fits her fingers into the shimmering print of his sweaty palm. Kara closes her eyes, holds her breath.
As her head starts to spin, she could swear she almost feels him: his hands on her throat, his body pressed against hers. His lips hovering at her earlobe, promising truths she’s always run from understanding.
Kara gasps for breath, her hand falling away from the window as she comes back to herself. She opens the hatch hurriedly, heads back to the landing bay. He was a Cylon, she tells herself angrily. Only she’s not sure what that means anymore.
Pairing: Kara/Leoben
Rating: PG-13 (implications of previous torture)
Words: 415
Summary: After Leoben is air-locked, Kara cleans up her mess.
A/N: For
rirenec :)Aftermath
“Are you alright?” Laura asks as Kara stands frozen, her hand against the glass a full minute after Leoben’s disappeared into the dark of space.
She snatches her hand back, whirling toward the President but catching herself at the last moment. “Yeah,” Kara bites out. “Fine. I’ll just clean up.”
She waves to the marines to protect the President from the vacuum where a Cylon used to be and goes back into the make-shift cell. Water puddles the floor where he thrashed and she mops it up with a towel, leaning awkwardly to keep the weight on her good knee. How did he know? He’s gone but the memory of it still chills her, makes her heart race. She feels exactly like a child again, with some secret found out by her mother. She’s caught in the same moment between flinching and pushing back.
Kara leaves the sodden towel on the floor and takes another to the table. His blood has dried, the trace of his fingers looking for all the world like the currents of a stream. She drags her fingers through the pattern he’s left, then studies the traces on her fingertips. She raises her hand, smelling the tang of his blood; she brings her fingers to her lips, tasting the iron and salt. A shiver goes through her, something like arousal, something like recognition. He was enough like a man.
One of the crew of the Gemenon Traveller stops in the doorway, confused by her presence, and Kara steps quickly back from the table. “Just leaving,” she mutters, and pushes past him.
The Raptor won’t be back for a while, and she wanders as she waits, drawn inexorably back to the airlock. Glancing around hesitantly, she hits the button to open the hatch and steps inside, closes it.
This is where he stood. She presses her hand to the glass, fits her fingers into the shimmering print of his sweaty palm. Kara closes her eyes, holds her breath.
As her head starts to spin, she could swear she almost feels him: his hands on her throat, his body pressed against hers. His lips hovering at her earlobe, promising truths she’s always run from understanding.
Kara gasps for breath, her hand falling away from the window as she comes back to herself. She opens the hatch hurriedly, heads back to the landing bay. He was a Cylon, she tells herself angrily. Only she’s not sure what that means anymore.
