A/N: This is basically a PWP but I did try to throw in a little story to balance out the smut, and I blatantly ignored all the drama and suspicion surrounding Kara so far this season because this fic is just for fun (and pilot!love).

Title: Making it Happen
Rating: M
Warnings: graphic sex, smut, language and more smut
Spoilers: vague references up to 4x02 – Six of One
Characters: Kara/Lee
Genre: PWP
Disclaimers: I don't own them, Ron Moore does.

Summary: He would never understand why she found amusement in the same things he took so seriously. Kissing her was serious business.

Making it Happen

‘I guess we both need to follow our own destiny.’

Destiny. Lee blinked. Separate destinies. Cold truth settled in his gut at the realisation. For the first time in his and Kara’s lives their paths wouldn’t cross unless they wanted them to. No more caps. No more casual dinner dates in the mess or triad games the rec room. No more serendipitous occasions of looking up at just the right moment to see her coming out of a shower. Or her sauntering past as if her ass wasn’t completely naked and wiping a cool finger below his ear showing him the soap from where he’d missed a spot shaving.

Separate destinies. She in the military. He in civil service. Their paths truly wouldn’t cross unless they wanted them to. The notion didn’t feel right. In fact it felt quite wrong. But he didn’t have any business being on Galactica anymore than she did on Colonial One.

He’d kissed her.

They were both still married. Technically. At least for him.

She’d more than kissed him back. Did that mean anything?

Lee twisted the silver band and resisted the urge to remove it. His new position on Colonial One was too new and precarious for him to show up at a meeting one morning without it. Didn’t need to give those opposed to him any more fuel to doubt his character or qualifications.

He loved her. She loved him too. Not that they’d said it. They didn’t have too. It didn’t change anything, though. Their circumstances were still as intractable as ever. He was here. She was there. Their paths no longer intersected.

Maybe he should call her.

Right.

That wouldn’t be awkward at all.

There was a light tap near the hatch. “Mr. Adama, the President is ready to see you now.”

“Thank you, Tory.”

He got up and straightened his tie. An awkward phone call was better than no phone call at all. The moment things calmed down he would do it.

OoOoO

Three weeks of what seemed like an endless orientation was nothing compared to the last four days. He’d managed maybe three to four hours of sleep a night. Could’ve been more if his brain would switch off at night but he’d been dropped naked into the middle of a snake pit with hardly any friends. He couldn’t afford to stop thinking.

He cracked open an eye and checked his watch to see how many minutes he had before his alarm went off. Only four. Well, that sucked.

His room sounded different, like there was an echo to his breathing. Curiosity warred with exhaustion until he finally rolled over and peered out into the darkened room. Everything looked normal so he reached out to increase the illumination. Right at the same time a snuffly sound reached his ears. He almost jumped out of bed but the light revealed a mop of familiar blonde hair resting on his small multipurpose table.

His movements must’ve woken her. She blinked awake and unthinkingly used her palm to wipe away the splotch of dribble and dried it on her cargos. “Hey Lee.”

He pulled the covers away and got to his feet. Barely able to believe his eyes. “Kara?”

She laughed lightly, “Stop looking at me like that. You’re freaking out again.”

Somehow managing to close his mouth, he padded over to her not caring that he was only in his shorts. “What are you doing here? You must be freezing?”

She stood up and came straight to him. The hug was as natural as flying. The skin on her bare arms was ice. He immediately started warming her up.

“Gods, you’re so warm.” She snuggled in more.

His chest was pounding pretty hard. Maybe he should’ve expected to her to visit him but he honestly hadn’t. “When did you get here?”

“Late last night.”

“You slept sitting at the table all night, why didn’t you wake me?”

“You were exhausted, I could tell. Hadn’t heard you snore that bad since the Cylons used to come every thirty-three minutes.”

He rubbed his hand down her back, “Then you should’ve just climbed into bed with me, Kara.”

She pulled back, “Is that an invitation?”

He didn’t answer, just smiled and kissed her forehead. She smiled up at him, eyes dancing with mischief, and Lee thought for a heart pounding moment that she was going to kiss him.

They leaned in slowly, eyes dropping to mouths and back up again when his alarm decided to beep obnoxiously.

“Frak.”

Kara giggled. “Our timing always sucks, doesn’t it?”

Still swearing under his breath, he pulled her over to his still warm bed and pressed her down. Kara’s arms came up to pull him in with her but he had to evade. “I wish I could, you have no idea how much, but I can’t. I have an early appointment with a member of the Quorum that I’ve been trying to organise since I got here.”

She sniffed and then tried to climb back out. “Then I guess I’ll go back to Galactica.”

Stopping her, he sat down pressing close to her hip, “How long until you have to go back. Maybe I’ll be finished before you go?”

Grabbing his wrist, she looked at his watch, “Four hours or so.”

He pursed his lips. “That’s cutting it close. I don’t know if I can finish in time, but I’ll try. Will you wait?” He hoped he didn’t sound too desperate because right at that moment he was cursing every deity he could think of that he had slept through a chance to be with her.

She stretched out in his bed and snuggled into his pillow, “Hmm, smells like you.” Sighing contentedly, “I guess I could sleep here until you get back.”

Lee beamed.

He stood up and hurried through getting ready. Just before he walked out to start his day, he stepped back over to Kara wanting to give her a kiss. He should’ve done that before regardless. What had he been thinking?

She’d fallen asleep already, which wasn’t surprising. It couldn’t have been comfortable sleeping at the table all night. He didn’t let her comatose state stop him, though. Bending down, he tilted her chin towards him; her jaw was slack and her mouth slightly open. He stared at her in amazement for several long seconds and then leaned the rest of the way in to softly kiss her top lip.

He’d never believed in the gods before but ever since her return he found himself thanking them more than once.

OoOoO

His mood was decidedly testy. Not only was he getting the run-around from the presidential office each time he brought up his latest policy plans, but he’d never made it back in time for Kara. That was two weeks ago now.

He’d tried to contact her once but Dee was the one who intercepted the call. And he couldn’t do it. She thought he’d called to speak to her and Lee wasn’t so much of a monster to ask his estranged wife to connect his call through to his onetime lover. He simply couldn’t. Especially when his purpose for calling said lover was to ask her to take pity on him and please come over again.

Instead he’d ended up making arrangements to see Dualla on the Rising Star so they could discuss their marital status in a neutral environment. It also meant that the only day he’d managed to take off for himself in over a month was spent having a strained conversation with an equally stoic then teary woman instead finding out if Kara was interested in doing more than just ‘sleep’ in his bed.

Yes. He was testy.

By the end of the day he was wired and overtired. To release his pent up frustrations he’d done nearly an hour of sit-ups and push-ups before taking a quick shower and literally crashing into a dreamless sleep.

OoOoO

“Lee.”

He groaned into his arm as he struggled to gain consciousness.

“Lee.”

“What?” He mumbled.

“You wanna make out?”

Coming instantly awake, he pushed up on his forearms nearly knocking his visitor off balance from the way she was leaning on the side of his mattress.

“Kara.” He grabbed her roughly, pulling her down onto her back and then positioned himself so he could cage her body. “You’re here.”

She grinned, “Thought I’d drop by.” She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “Don’t you ever wear anything to bed?” Her right hand moved across and she brushed the back of her fingers over the hair on his chest and downwards. “Not that I’m complaining.”

He had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “I don’t think there’s a dress code for rack time when you’re a civilian.”

She wasn’t listening to him though, she just continued to brush her fingers lightly over his chest. Once she reached the softer skin of his belly he couldn’t control the tremble of his stomach muscles. Refusing to waste a moment this time, he dropped down and kissed her full on the mouth. She laughed through the kiss, tugging him closer and taunting him with her teasing tongue. Not that he didn’t adore the sound of her laughter, but he would never understand why she found amusement in the same things he took so seriously. Kissing her was serious business. Especially since they hadn’t slept together in over two years. He had to use restraint and lock control on his body, the urge to completely possess her was far too strong. The last time her giggles had halted was the moment she’d sunk down slowly over his cock. She had no breath left for laughter then, which had been ironic because his whole body had wanted to scream out in joy.

Her boots tangled his sheets up and when her leg curled around to his thigh, the rubber sole pinched the hair on the back of his leg. Yelping, he broke from her mouth and twisted so he was lengthways beside her. “Shoes off. Now.” He grabbed the closest foot and attacked her shoe.

That made her giggle some more.

Her curious fingers slipped just under the waistband of his boxers and tickled the sensitive skin of his hip. Without a word she lifted the other leg so he could throw that shoe across the room to sit with its pair. Naughty smile firmly in place.

The moment to catch their breath was over and he planted his mouth firmly on hers again. Sneaking a hand under her tanks, he traced her ribs until his fingers met the elastic of her bra. The way she arched up urged him on so he kept going until he had the warm, soft skin of her breast pressed into his palm. Keeping his hand completely still, aroused nipple hot under his thumb, he kissed her long and deep.

A persistent beep near their heads broke the spell.

Groaning, he reluctantly pulled away and noted with satisfaction the high flush on Kara’s cheeks, how red her mouth was and the dazed, unfocused look in her eyes. He knew he looked just as affected as her regardless of the hard evidence pressed against her thigh. And they’d barely just begun.

The beeping cut off the moment he grabbed the handset, “Adama.”

As he listened he looked at Kara tucked beneath him. She pulled a face as if she knew exactly what was about to happen next. When she made to move away, he let her, even though he wanted anything but.

“Quorum stuff?” She asked him once he’d hung up.

“Yeah, someone’s called an emergency meeting and I have to travel to the Oberon. Shuttle will be here in less than twenty minutes.”

“We can’t catch a break, can we?”

He wanted to apologise but knew that wasn’t what she was looking for. She knew that service to the Fleet meant personal sacrifices – military or not.

By the time he got out of the shower she was already gone. But there was a note on the table –

Don’t know when I can come back. Could be a while. Maybe I should stop wearing underwear to save us some time. I’m hoping to get a two day rotation off next month. I can coordinate with you if maybe next time you feel like spending your day off with me.

K

Lee’s face dropped at the reference to Dualla. Old defences came rushing up, that frustration of being misunderstood. But then he took a moment and realised Kara was probably teasing. If Dee had somehow implied to Kara that their marriage was being restored, then Kara would’ve certainly put two and two together when Dee had returned minus one wedding ring. Lee rubbed his now naked finger. They’d both dropped them into a charity box on the Rising Star to be recycled back into the Fleet.

No, Kara was just letting him know she wanted him to spend his next day off with her, and that she knew about his divorce. If she’d thought he was back with Dualla then she wouldn’t have been in his bed that morning.

Thinking of beds, he looked over at his, grinning at the messy and tangled state of the sheets. Not nearly enough kissing and touching had occurred, but they were getting there. Then he read the note again and got stuck on line about her underwear. Or lack of.

OoOoO

Eighteen days later he found himself aboard a transport experiencing life support problems. Oxygen masks had dropped from above and despite the danger, he couldn’t help a small smile as the pilot announced they were making an emergency stop at Galactica.

His smile disappeared once he found out Kara was on CAP.

His smile returned again when he walked into Joe’s Bar and found Seelix being groped by Sam Anders at a distant table.

He didn’t have very long, instead of waiting for repairs another transport was flying over from the Rising Star to fill its slot. So Lee headed to crew quarters and wrote Kara a quick note, which he left on her pillow. Closing the curtains ensured only she would find it.

Was hoping to catch you in the showers, maybe I’ll get lucky next time. Have two days off next week, some religious holiday for the Gemonese so we all get a break. Stopped by Joe’s Bar, looks like one of your nuggets has a new boyfriend. And when you pack for our weekend, remember what you said about underwear.

miss you

L

OoOoO

He was running late. Last minute business had stopped him from catching the correct transport and by the time he was on the Rising Star standing in front of the room he’d managed to book for his and Kara’s weekend, he really hoped she was still there.

Exhaling a fast breath, he stepped into the room and found it empty. His disappointment didn’t last long though, as he spotted a pair of shoes peeking out behind the bed. Lee dropped his bags and walked across the room to find Kara’s shoes and bag dumped on the floor. That’s when he finally noticed the muffled noise of a shower coming from an adjoining room.

His smile nearly split his face as he pulled down the bedding and half stumbled out of his shoes while stripping as fast as he could. There would be time for seducing later.

The bathroom door clicked open just as he was settling under the covers.

“Hey.”

He tried not to gape at her standing there in just a towel, “Gods, Kara.”

Her mouth twisted up, and he knew she was pleased at his reaction.

“So you’re actually here?”

“I’m here,” He assured her.

“And we’re going to do this?”

His heart thumped hard, “Only if you want to.”

She smirked wickedly at him, “I didn’t pack any underwear.”

Closing his eyes and stifling a groan, he silently cursed his traitorous cock for twitching against his thigh. So much for keeping his cool.

Her hair was up in a high ponytail and still dry except for the damp strands around her face and neck, she looked cute, adorable even, and so unlike a steely eyed viper jock but he was smart enough not to tell her, especially if he hoped to get her into bed.

Once the heavy staring started, he knew they wouldn’t say much until after. It had taken too many weeks to finally be together. Kara placed a knee on the end of the bed and grabbed a handful of the sheet. He suddenly stared at the ceiling, feeling a little self-conscious as she slowly pulled the bedding down, revealing his naked skin an inch at a time. His cock was already halfway hard and she hadn’t even touched him yet.

He knew she was mapping his skin with her eyes and it felt like torture until he found the courage to look at her again. What he found gave him pride and made him relax just a bit. Amazed, he thought he 

saw desire and awe and even love in her eyes. The colour of her skin had flushed a pretty shade of pink, but she wasn’t shy. Not in the least.

Reaching out for her, he decided to tell her what he wanted. “My turn. I want to see you.”

She shook her head, “I’m not finished yet.”

The air stopped in his throat as she crawled forward and bent down to press her mouth above his knee. Her kisses continued in a winding line up to his hip and he was so distracted that it took a second before he realised her hand had wandered between his legs and was cupping him. The way his hips arched upwards wasn’t his fault, and she giggled against his skin and started stroking him in such a way that he hardened fully so fast it was almost painful.

The feel of the towel felt rough compared to the silky contact of her bare arms and legs as they brushed against him. But none of that mattered when she put her mouth back on him and slowly licked him from balls to tip. Just once. And then she was kissing up his stomach until he couldn’t take it anymore and hauled her up so he could kiss her properly.

Her knees were either side of his hips, and she planted one hand on his chest, right over his heart as he tangled his fingers through the tight strands of her hair and kissed her as completely as he knew how. The whole thing was tinged with desperation and a distinct sense like they were trying to burrow under each other’s skin, at least it felt that way to him.

She pulled back first, still kneeling high but no longer bent forward, with a definite shortness of breath, “Damn, Lee.”

He gasped in counterpoint to her, “When you touch me like that what do you expect?”

Her grin was just a little smug and she tried to settle herself down on his lap. But his cock bumped into her and like an electric shock she stiffened and arched upwards. “Gods.” She gasped and writhed deliberately forcing the contact again and again, more hits than misses.

He laid there watching her, feeling more than a little stunned. She was getting off by the smallest contact and he suddenly felt jealous that he wasn’t more a part of it.

Stroking his hands up her thighs, he deliberately pressed her down until she was settled on top of him, the length of his cock firmly nestled between her legs. Her chest was heaving as she tried to calm down and relax, but his only thought at the moment was to get that towel the rest of the way off.

She leaned back and kept her eyes closed and he took the opportunity to run his hands back and forth from her knees to her thighs, each time going a little higher, spreading the towel further apart. In the moonlight of New Caprica he hadn’t had much of an opportunity to just look at her, to just take a moment to appreciate what was before him. Sliding his hands up to her hips and then higher to rest on her waist, he brazenly let his eyes linger. A blush rushed up his neck as she leaned back further and spread her thighs even wider for him. Almost guiltily he looked up and caught her eye, but she was smiling and intently staring at him as he stared at her.

“It’s okay, Lee. I don’t mind. I... I want you too.”

The level of trust it implied wasn’t lost on him. “You’re so beautiful, Kara. You know that, right?”

She didn’t answer, just leaned forward and cupped one hand across his jaw and kissed him sweetly. “I love you, Lee.”

His heart started pounding heavily in his ears, he honestly had never expected her to say those words unless he said them first.

“That makes me the luckiest man alive.” He hoped his response wasn’t too lame, because that was exactly how he felt.

He kissed her again, deeply, and pulled the towel completely away from her body letting it drop onto the floor beside the bed. Running his hands all over her back, he kept returning to her bottom and cupping it, lifting her up and closer to his chest. The pillows propped behind him kept him from laying flat but it provided the prefect angle to kiss down her neck as he urged her higher with his hands. She was bracing herself against the wall behind him, looking for leverage, giving him better access to her throat. The sounds she made urged him on and he tried not to get too distracted by the feel of her breasts brushing high on his chest and occasionally against his collarbone.

When she was finally sated she pushed away from the wall and sat back onto his lap. The way her eyes looked dazed and happy gave him his turn to feel a little smug. It didn’t hold for too long because finally she was completely naked before him and like any man hopelessly in love he could only stare at her with slack jawed appreciation.

She reached up and tugged the tie from her hair, running her fingers through the long blonde strands, letting it fall naturally back into place. He took what was being offered before him and cupped her breasts, not even wasting a moment before he leaned forward hauled her upwards again forcing her to sit high on her knees so he could get his mouth on her. The feel of her nipple against his tongue sent blood barrelling through him. He tried to be skilful, kissing and licking to give her maximum pleasure but something switched weirdly in his brain and he found himself sucking her hard. She moaned loudly and clutched tightly behind his head, digging her nails in just enough to sting. After a moment she clawed into his hair and pulled his head back, her flesh popping out of his mouth with a wet suck.

Worried, he asked, “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head no and with wild eyes, slid a hand down his abdomen until she had a firm grip on his cock and started stroking. He was stunned immobile for a moment and then filled his mouth with her other breast as she literally tried to frak him with her hand. Sex on New Caprica hadn’t been quite like this. Maybe the two year wait between then and now had driven their urges to a baser level. Or maybe there was just no reason to pretend anymore that this was what they’d wanted all along.

He only allowed her a few short strokes, her fingers were too clever for his rapidly declining state of control. Seizing her wrist, he pulled her hand away and leaned forward to catch the tender skin of her inner arm between his teeth. He nipped lightly and licked a line down to the crease inside her elbow, traced her tattoo with his tongue and teeth. It was enough to get her giggling again.

He blamed the giggling. The sound lifted his heart and made it flip in his chest and before he knew it he was whispering how much he loved her. It was hard to admit. The vulnerability that came with the confession twisted his insides regardless of how true it was or the fact that he knew he was going to be in love with her until he died.

But she didn’t tense in his arms like he half expected. Instead she sat quite still and wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him up until he was in more of a sitting position. Pressing her forehead against his, they stayed like that for a few moments until she captured his lips almost shyly. The room seemed almost too quiet but then she sort of melted into his embrace and kissed him carefully, deepening it slowly. The connection between them made him feel a little lightheaded but she smiled against his mouth and pulled him tighter to her chest making him think that maybe she was going to catch him this time.

He started lightly scraping his nails against her lower back in tiny circles and then traced the line of her spine upwards until he had a fistful of her gorgeous hair. Her breath caught in a way that made his chest tighten.

Without saying a word, she moved back as he shifted beneath her. In a moment they had reversed their positions and he finally had her beneath him. The way she smiled and placed both hands up beside her head letting her eyes half close as if she expected he was going to slide straight into her, which he was, made him take one more detour.

Placing his hands behind her knees, he raised her legs and spread her before him. And that was all the warning she got before he dropped down and scraped his stubbled chin down her inner thigh, stopping at the crease of her leg to just breathe on her flushed and swollen skin.

“Fraaak me.” She squirmed and wriggled and her relaxed arms were now reaching for his hair, demanding.

He couldn’t even pretend to tease her for long, the heaviness in his cock was killing him. Mouth flooding with the taste of her, he gripped the lush thigh she had lifted over his shoulder while he tightly gripped the sheet with his other hand and sucked her hard until she was so close to the edge she was shaking.

The loud whimper she made as he pulled away sounded almost like a cry, but he wasn’t leaving her for long. Bracing himself above her, he kissed her once more and slid inside his idea of heaven. She clutched at him too tightly at first, with her arms and her body. He could barely move. But after a moment she relaxed and sighed and brought her knees up to couch his hips. His brain stuttered to a halt at being able to take her so completely, and once they found their rhythm he felt a kind of pride at being able to go the distance and draw this out for both of them. But after a few minutes Kara tilted her hips up and locked her ankles behind his lower back and he just lost it. Came so hard that the roots of his hair tightened painfully against his scalp. She followed him with a strangled gasp and they collapsed in a tangled heap of sweat soaked skin and the smell of sex heavy in the air.

Hours later, or maybe it was years, he woke up with her curled tightly against his side. Her slender, long fingers twitching against the hair on his chest, one pale leg thrown over his in a blatant act of possession.

Tightening his arms around her, he kissed her forehead and tried not to smile too wide. There was no need to alert fate that Lee Adama was happy.

fin