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Romance Novel -

The young Lord Adama’s kiss was everything she had ever imagined a kiss could be. His lips brushed hers, once, twice, then finally lingered. He deepened the kiss, his tongue entering her mouth, exploring her as though he had an eternity to spend.

His free hand found the slope of her breast, caressing it through the thin fabric of her bodice. Startled at the surge of heat that coursed through her, she tried to pull away. He held her still, lowered his eyes to watch as he swept the troublesome cloth aside. One full soft globe appeared in the moonlight and his thumb worried its tip into a peak. He bent his leonine head to the untried flesh, tasted her, then suckled gently.

Kara gasped, her back arched. Her hand came up, tapered fingers finding purchase in the dark mass of his hair. Then he was kissing her again, standing as he ran his hands the length of her body, pressing her against him.

“Damn it.” Kara mumbled as she slammed the book shut and put it aside. “Frakkin’ romance novels.”

It was bad enough she read them, but why did she have to start putting her and Lee in place of the characters? All she did was get herself horny.

And when in hell did Lee Adama get under her skin like that in the first place?

The more she thought about it, the worse she got and there was no way she was getting any sleep now. She could easily take care of it herself - it would certainly give Crashdown a thrill - but Lee started this itch. She was going to make him scratch it.

A quick look across the bunk room told her he wasn’t in his rack where he was supposed to be. He wasn’t in the hangar bay either. That left the rec room, the gym or his office, and her gut told her the latter was most likely.

She didn’t bother knocking and he looked up irritably at the intrusion, but his face softened when he saw who it was.

“Starbuck,” he said, rising to his feet, his look now changing to concern, “is there a problem?”

“You bet your ass there’s a problem, Captain.”

His rank rolled through her lips with a tone that told Lee he was about to have his ass handed to him and he stiffened.

“What is-” he started, but Kara grabbed a handful of his tanks and pushed him forcefully against the bulkhead.

“Kara?”

Her lips brushed his, once, twice, then finally lingered. He gasped, then deepened the kiss, his tongue entering her mouth, exploring her as though he had an eternity to spend.

His free hand found the slope of her breast, caressing it through the thin fabric of her sports bra. Startled at what was happening, he tried to pull away, but she held him still, and guided his hand, silently telling him to sweep the troublesome fabric aside. One full soft globe appeared in the fluorescent light and his thumb worried its tip into a peak. He bent his leonine head to her flesh, tasted her, then suckled gently.

Kara gasped, her back arched. Her hand came up, tapered fingers finding purchase in the dark mass of his hair. Then he was kissing her again, standing as he ran his hands the length of her body, pressing her against him.

“Oh, Lord Adama.” Kara sighed.

Lee lifted his head. “What did you say?” he asked with a chuckle.

Had she said that out loud?

“Shut up Lee.” She said, regaining her composure, and pulled him back towards his desk.

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