Ficlet: Dirty Laundry
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embolaliaTitle: Dirty Laundry
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 514
A/N: Written for winegums as a prize for DPP games for the prompt "out-making between pilots and maybe Kara stealing one of Lee's shirts to wear."
Dirty Laundry
She isn’t thinking anything when she picks it up, is just frantically tearing off her own clothes after pouring hot coffee all over herself. Kara grabs for the first thing she can reach in Zak’s laundry room as she shoves her quickly staining clothes into the machine. She rolls her eyes as she turns it on; she’ll never hear the end of this from the brothers once they get back from their run.
It’s only then that Kara pulls out the collar of the shirt to check how clean it is and realizes this isn’t Zak’s laundry. The shirt is clean enough but it smells like Lee - the particular mix of his soap and his sweat that she recognizes in an instant, the scent of him that stains her memories of that night every time she thinks of it. The fabric is soft against her breasts, a caress as she moves, and Kara fights back a flush of arousal.
She takes three steps into the living room and there he is, in just his running shorts, sweating heavily and breathing hard, staring at her like he wants to devour her.
“I won,” Lee says roughly. He’s staring at her, and she feels naked in just the thin cotton falling to just below her ass.
“What?” she swallows hard.
“We were racing. He lost.”
“Okay.” Kara hardly listens, memorizing every visible inch of him in turn: arms and shoulders and abs. As Lee approaches, his scent hits her in like a wave and her whole body responds.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he adds, stalking toward her. Kara tilts her head up an inch to meet his eyes.
“So?” she asks defiantly. “You weren’t using it.”
Lee leans in, not quite touching her, pushing their endless game of chicken one step further. “Maybe I want to.”
She presses forward, hardly a breath between them, and reaches up to lay her hand flat on his chest. “How long do we have?”
Lee’s eyes are dark as he blinks in surprise, trying to gauge whether she’s teasing. “Five minutes,” he says hoarsely.
Kara’s heart races, and she wills herself not to think about consequences. “Okay,” she whispers.
They ease toward each other slowly, still waiting for one or the other to pull away. Then their lips meet. The kiss is hot and needy and all hesitation vanishes. Kara leans into Lee’s touch as he slides his fingers into her hair; she wraps her arms around his bare shoulders and holds on. It seems almost impossible that after all these months of fantasy, he’s pressed against her, his desire for her undeniable, kissing her to within an inch of her life. She gives as good as she gets.
The main entrance door slams just loudly enough to be heard from the second floor, so they have just a moment of warning before Zak bursts into the apartment. He finds them standing three feet apart, both out of breath, their lips bruised and red. “What’s going on?” he asks slowly.
Lee takes a deep breath. “I won.”
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 514
A/N: Written for winegums as a prize for DPP games for the prompt "out-making between pilots and maybe Kara stealing one of Lee's shirts to wear."
Dirty Laundry
She isn’t thinking anything when she picks it up, is just frantically tearing off her own clothes after pouring hot coffee all over herself. Kara grabs for the first thing she can reach in Zak’s laundry room as she shoves her quickly staining clothes into the machine. She rolls her eyes as she turns it on; she’ll never hear the end of this from the brothers once they get back from their run.
It’s only then that Kara pulls out the collar of the shirt to check how clean it is and realizes this isn’t Zak’s laundry. The shirt is clean enough but it smells like Lee - the particular mix of his soap and his sweat that she recognizes in an instant, the scent of him that stains her memories of that night every time she thinks of it. The fabric is soft against her breasts, a caress as she moves, and Kara fights back a flush of arousal.
She takes three steps into the living room and there he is, in just his running shorts, sweating heavily and breathing hard, staring at her like he wants to devour her.
“I won,” Lee says roughly. He’s staring at her, and she feels naked in just the thin cotton falling to just below her ass.
“What?” she swallows hard.
“We were racing. He lost.”
“Okay.” Kara hardly listens, memorizing every visible inch of him in turn: arms and shoulders and abs. As Lee approaches, his scent hits her in like a wave and her whole body responds.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he adds, stalking toward her. Kara tilts her head up an inch to meet his eyes.
“So?” she asks defiantly. “You weren’t using it.”
Lee leans in, not quite touching her, pushing their endless game of chicken one step further. “Maybe I want to.”
She presses forward, hardly a breath between them, and reaches up to lay her hand flat on his chest. “How long do we have?”
Lee’s eyes are dark as he blinks in surprise, trying to gauge whether she’s teasing. “Five minutes,” he says hoarsely.
Kara’s heart races, and she wills herself not to think about consequences. “Okay,” she whispers.
They ease toward each other slowly, still waiting for one or the other to pull away. Then their lips meet. The kiss is hot and needy and all hesitation vanishes. Kara leans into Lee’s touch as he slides his fingers into her hair; she wraps her arms around his bare shoulders and holds on. It seems almost impossible that after all these months of fantasy, he’s pressed against her, his desire for her undeniable, kissing her to within an inch of her life. She gives as good as she gets.
The main entrance door slams just loudly enough to be heard from the second floor, so they have just a moment of warning before Zak bursts into the apartment. He finds them standing three feet apart, both out of breath, their lips bruised and red. “What’s going on?” he asks slowly.
Lee takes a deep breath. “I won.”
