hackthis_archive | BSG – This Frakked Up Life

I said to

serialkarma: I will write kissing fic.
She said: Okay.

Battlestar Galactica
Lee/Dee (Dee/Billy; Lee/Kara)

This Frakked Up Life

He comes to find her after his missions now. It wasn't this way before -- before there was a them, before there were defense practices and judo at 11:15 the evenings Dee's not on deck -- but now is very different from then.

Now, Lee kisses Dee in cargo holds and tiny niches in the ship's hallways. He never asks, she never asks, they just seem to find themselves sharing the same spaces, pressed together, arms and torsos, limbs grappling and hormones charging.

She doesn't talk about Starbuck, and he doesn't ask about Billy. This isn't about anyone but them.

They focus on the logistics: her arms around his neck, his arms around her waist, his weight holding her against the walls as they make-out like teenagers. She can feel the muscles in his thighs tremble sometimes.

It's just kissing, two mouths, slick tongues, and the feel of their lips sliding back and forth just looking for some place that fits.

They're always looking for that perfect fit.

Dee likes her kisses hard and passionate. She likes to feel as though all the air is being sucked out her lungs and replaced with Lee. She likes it when he kisses the corners of her mouth and leaves stubble burn on her chin.

Dee just likes Lee period, and sometimes they kiss for hours, or what feels like hours anyway. It's not about sex, they haven't even discussed it. Instead, they go and find somewhere they can be alone for a little while -– a haven away from the madness.

There's too much madness these days, and not enough peace. He is her free zone, and she thinks she does the same thing for him -- gives him someplace free from expectations and families and this frakked up thing they're calling life.

She likes that.

She also likes that sometimes, she's the aggressor.

Sometimes she's still shaking hours later.

She likes to tell him that he kisses like a girl, all fluttering motions, and quick kisses. He laughs into her hair and holds on a bit tighter.

It's not that Dee's kissed a lot of girls, or any girls, well, except for that slumber party back on Saggitaron -- but she was eleven at the time, so she doesn't think that really counts.

And, okay, maybe Lee doesn't really kiss like a girl, because he's not trying to stop what they're doing as much as he likes to pull back and then assault Dee with kisses all over again.

Dee can think of a lot worse forms of assault than being kissed to death by Captain Lee Adama. She can think – well, Lee makes her thinking complicated, because his hair gets plastered to his scalp after his flights and she can feel the sweat on the tips of her fingers when she cups the back of his neck.

He's always so warm, so heavy, so alive. He gasps and grunts and breathes. He touches her.

Sometimes, afterwards, she'll lick the tips of her fingers and taste him. He's salty, but, she supposes that's to be expected. She's not sure what she did before she had him; Dee doesn't remember much about before anymore. It's just this sort of out-dated concept -- like archery practice in the hills by her home, or fighting with her father about joining the fleet. Being in the military kept her alive -- it's keeping her alive -- and it's given her Lee, so it looks like that disproves her father's theory about the futility of the military.

In the middle of nothing, she has something, even if her mind is wandering because her fingers are tangled in Lee's hair, and he's biting her neck.

Her "ow!" isn't really a complaint as much as it's what she's supposed to say, so she does. They're both very good at doing what they are supposed to do, but Lee is all smirks and bright eyes when he pulls back and tilts her head up.

"That didn't hurt," isn't his apology as much as it's just a fact. It's true it didn't hurt, Lee would never hurt her. Dee knows that. She feels safe with him, which is something she thinks has been missing for a while now. She has vague memories of feeling safe aboard Galactica, but then there was that little episode with a cylon shooting the Commander right in front of her, and Billy -- well, Billy's a civilian.

He's not one of them; he doesn't get it. But Lee gets it. He gets her.

"You bit me," she says matter-of-factly.

"You're not paying attention," he points out, and she has to protest, because all she does is pay attention to him, and the ship, and the Commander, and Felix and everyone. Dee's about paying attention, but this shouldn’t be about anyone else. It should be about them.

"I'm always paying attention to you," she snaps, tugging on his hair hard. Lee's head doesn't even budge, and Dee purses her lips. She's not trying to hurt him, them, she just –- she does it because she can, and because Lee seems to understand that helplessness and frustration manifest in curious ways. This thing between she and Lee isn't a curious way, though, Dee's not stupid. This is attraction plain and simple.

This is hormonal and primal –- it's about feeling alive, for a change.

The first time Lee taught Dee defense moves, he touched her. He moved her. She could feel his heat, and when he breathed on her bare skin, she thought he might have to use his defense moves on her. Even now, her knees buckle slightly when he rubs her bottom lip with his thumb.

"Good," is all he says, "I was just checking."

And she thinks there're all sorts of things they should talk about, but that'll have to wait until another time. This isn't about their responsibilities; this is just about them -– the two of them –- celebrating another day of this frakked up life.

-end-

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