12 Days of Ficmas - Day Nine: Teasing Propositions

[cybermathwitch]

Title:  Teasing Propositions

Author: Koren M.

Rating: NC-17

'Ship:  Kara/Lee

Disclaimer: Not mine.  They're Ron Moore, David Eick, and the SciFi Channel's

Warnings: Sexual content

Spoilers:  none

Summary:  proposition, feather, handcuffs, talking dirty, voyeur, restraints

Notes: Thanks to ez_as_pi  for the beta.

 

Teasing Propositions

proposition

"I have a proposition for you, Lee."  Those words, coming out of Kara Thrace's mouth, are never a good thing.  Never a good sign.  It usually (or always) means that she's come up with a plan, that she's about to drag him down with her.

"What, Kara?  What is it this time?"  He sounds worn, world weary, and frankly suspicious, and he should.  He so totally should.  Because last time she said those magic words?  He was a hair's breadth away from ending up in the brig for a week.

"I have this plan..."

 

feather

In a concerted effort to drive Lee crazy, Kara starts an all out assault on his senses.

It's after the rather disastrous almost one night stand they have, and even though she's the one that turns around and leaves, a part of her feels like he deserves to be punished for his part in it.  After all, if he hadn't said anything, hadn't tried to slow her down, they would've just frakked and gotten it out of their systems, right?  So she blames him because it's too easy to just blame herself and she begins doing everything in her power to frustrate the hell out of him.

If part of her is hoping that he'll get worked up to the point where he just throws her up against a wall and fraks her anyway, well, everybody wins, right?

She feathers her fingers with just a hint of her nails along the small of his back as he passes by her on the way to change, taking advantage of how low the his towel always rides on his hips.

She makes sure that he gets an eyeful every time she changes in the bunkroom, and that she just happens to be on the way to or from the shower everyday at the same time he is.

She surreptitiously sneaks his tanks out of his locker and sleeps in them before returning them so that he's surrounded by her scent all day long.

She makes sure to snag his coffee cup when they're in the mess so that he'll have to drink after her and taste her on the rim of his mug.

She whispers things in his ear as she passes by him in the hall, pitching her voice low enough that he can never be quite sure what he's just heard.

 

handcuffs

She's pretty sure they're a gag-gift, although they seem like they're fully functional and she's not quite sure where they've come from.  No one on the flight deck is making any signs of owning up to having given them to her.  Kara stands in the bunkroom, studying the handcuffs that have so mysteriously appeared in her locker.

"Not sure what to do with those, Starbuck?"  Kat sticks her head in the hatch and looks her up and down speculatively.

"I do, but do you?  Were you the one who gave me these, nugget?"

Kat rolled her eyes.  "No.  Sorry to burst your ego bubble, but you're not my type."

Kara tossed the cuffs back into her locker with a metallic clang.  "Thank the gods for small favors."  She watches Kat leave and starts to rack her brain for other candidates.  The Chief is... pretty impossible, really, and that's just as well.  She rules out Cally and the rest of the deck gang, because it's just not the kind of creative they are.  Plus she's pretty sure about half of them are kind of scared of her.  If it's not Kat, and for some reason she believes her, then Hot Dog or Chuckles are possibilities.  Duck maybe?  She shakes her head - she hopes not.

Lee walks in the door, and she realizes she's missed their morning run.  He never leaves without her, and irritation switches almost immediately into suspicion.  "And where were you so early?  You usually have to have me pry you out of the rack to go pound on the deck."

"I do not."  He brushes past her a little bit closer than the space around them requires.

"Ok, maybe not, but still.  Where'd you go?  Or were you just avoiding me?"

He looks over his shoulder and grins at her cockily.  "Why would I want to avoid you?"

She props her chin on his shoulder and feels the muscles move under her as he rifles through his stuff in his locker.  "I don't know.  Why would you?"  She knows it's evil, but she trails her fingernails - short, but effective - down the muscles of his arm.  "It wouldn't have anything to do with the surprise you left in your my locker this morning, would it?"

"Surprise?" She can hear him arch his eyebrows but he's not turning around to look at her, and that's all the confirmation she needs.

"If you meant it, then you might think about clearing a few hours in our flight schedules tonight.  Third shift."

"Oh?"

"I happen to know for a fact that the Obs deck is empty around then.  And I also happen to know how to frak with the code to lock the door.  Temporarily, of course."  She nips quickly at his shoulder and then dances away when he spins around suddenly to grab for her.  She skirts out of his way and out the hatch, but glances back over her shoulder just long enough to see the smile on his lips and the speculative gleam in his eye.

Tonight should be very interesting.

 

talking dirty

Lee Adama was talking dirty to her.  Kara couldn't stop the grin that was threatening to break her face wide open. 

It was a contest they'd started out of sheer boredom three weeks ago - trying to see who could drive the other to the most distraction.  So far they'd gone through general annoyance, basic pranks, gross-out contests, and moved into attempting to make each other... uncomfortable.  Aroused.  Worked up, without any real way to relieve the stress.

She'd started out with casual touches that she knew hit buttons with him, like the back of his neck, the small of his back, and the occasional slap on the ass.  She'd also gone out of her way to make sure she showered when he did, and changed or undressed in front of him, as slowly and torturously as possible.

In return, he'd decided to talk dirty to her.  He knew, just like she knew his buttons, that someone talking right up against her ear, with their breath feathering her neck and cheek and hair, was a huge turn on for her.  So when he'd pass her, in the corridor, after a briefing, on their way to those showers they were now taking virtually together, he would lean in close and whisper something in her ear.

About how he wanted her splayed beneath him.

How he wanted to hear her moan.

How hard his cock was, because he had to watch her all the damn time.

But the thing that got to her the most, that brought her right up to the breaking point of grabbing him by the tanks and dragging him into the nearest bunkroom and dogging the hatch, was when he leaned over after they'd just come off of a late night CAP and told her that they were going to frak just like they flew.  Together, in sync, as a team.

She'd taken the longest cold shower she'd taken in years, and it still hadn't done her a damn bit of good.

voyeur

Kat doesn't mean to be a voyeur.  Not quite exactly, at least.  But in times like these, she reasons, you get your kicks where you can find them, and right now, she's finding them here.  In the officer's head.

She's pretty damn sure that Apollo is in one of the shower stalls frakking Starbuck's brains out.  Which is a new and interesting concept for her.  (Not to mention one that has her sliding her fingers down her stomach and running them through her own rapidly dampening cunt.)

She can hear this soft, breathy voice that she has a hard time equating with Starbuck hissing out something that sounds a hell of a lot like "Lee" and "yes" and "please" (and somehow, the image or thought or sound of Starbuck, the high and mighty all powerful Starbuck, begging for anything, let alone to come, hits her right where she lives.)  She knows that it's Starbuck, though, because she heard Apollo slip - just once with that iron control of his, but slip nonetheless and call out "Kara" brokenly.  She can tell from the rhythmic thumping against the tiles that he has her backed up against the wall, and she can keep time with his thrusts with her own fingers flicking over her clit.  They're speeding up, getting closer and closer and closer....

--- then Starbuck cries out, she hears Apollo catch his breath, and she shudders hard against her own hand as she comes.

 

restraints

Kara pulls at the restraints and wonders, not for the first time, why she ever agreed to this.  Perhaps it was because it was such a surprising request - never in a million years would she have imagined herself doing something like this with Lee.  Uptight, by the book, by the rules Lee, who was never the adventurous one in school.  Of course, they'd never been lovers when they were in school, so she supposes she wouldn't really know.

He's raised up over her as he thrusts inside of her, his hands braceleted around her wrists along with the restraints and pinning her back down against the bunk.  It hurts, and she's pretty sure - if she were really thinking all that clearly about it, which she's really not - that she's going to have bruises there tomorrow.  But right now it's the pain is just rolling into all the other sensations and it just feels good.

 

 

Comments

[cattm.livejournal.com]

Love all of these. Feather is my favorite.

[cybermathwitch.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :)

[anastashial.livejournal.com]

proposition is wonderful in it's wickedness and handcuffs definitely needs a nice long sequel.

[cybermathwitch.livejournal.com]

::vbg:: Thank you. I don't know about a sequel to handcuffs, though - I kind of like the open-ended possibility-ness of it. ;)

[elzed.livejournal.com]

Guh!

All good - but Lee talking dirty?

*whimpers*

And that voyeur one is pretty damn hot, too.

Lovely stuff, girl.

[cybermathwitch.livejournal.com]

Yay! Thanks!

Yeah - reading back over these, talking dirty gets to me every time. ;)

[tamsibling.livejournal.com]

Oh, those flirty, sexy pilots - my, how we love them. These were great!

[cybermathwitch.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[cosetteferaud.livejournal.com]

Oh, love all of them. Voyeur is my favorite... so hot!:)

[cybermathwitch.livejournal.com]

:) I'm glad you liked them!

[artemis-90.livejournal.com]

I too would like to hear Lee talk dirty...

[cybermathwitch.livejournal.com]

nodnodnod... uh-huh. Yum...

:)

[joyshine.livejournal.com]

Um, I'm with those who would like more of Lee talking dirty. And very dirty. Actually, I'd prefer for Starbuck to tell me all the wonderful, terrible things she plans to do to me...but still. Yes.

[cybermathwitch.livejournal.com]

hee! I know, right? :)