Title: just like breathing
Author: kl-shipper1
Characters/Pairings: Kara/Lee
Rating: PG (at the most)
Word Count: 200
Summary: For once, action was just about the easiest thing in the world.
Disclaimer: BSG is not, and will never be mine. I am only playing around with a few characters with this piece of fiction, and no monetary gain is coming from it. It is merely a channel for creativity.
Author's Note: Written for Challenge 037 (Get a Clue) at the_applecart. The prompt used in this was "pretending to sleep, tent, ice cubes" (thank you, sci_fi_shipper!)

He hasn't been sleeping well for days.

Lee's good at faking it, but Kara can see right through the act; the absence of that deep, steady cadence of breathing gives him away immediately. She knows him too well. Although she thinks she, Kara Thrace, master frak-up, doesn't deserve to care, she's helpless to change it, a thought not pleasing to the natural fighter she is.

"Lee?" she whispers, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the tent.


"Lee?" she tries again, louder this time, but still with the same result.

Time to take matters into her own hands.

The slight swoosh of the zipper sliding down the sleeping bag is the only thing that betrays her movement as she slides in, the small space forcing her to wrap herself around him.

He jerks when he feels her press against him. "What are you doing, Kara?" She stays silent. Lee turns to try to face her, in doing so pressing her feet against his. "Frak! Your feet are like ice cubes!"

He can sense the grin on her face as she says, "Just shut up for once and go to sleep."

He was always one to listen to orders.

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