Four ficlets

[callmeonetrack]

Guilty by Suspicion (Kara/Zak, Kara/Lee) R

For weeks after the dinner, Kara walks on eggshells.

Zak seems to mention Lee every day. She wonders at first if he heard something, saw something before the wineglass broke and he stirred on the sofa. She trains herself not to react though, to keep her voice even, to say his brother's name without the slightest hitch in her breath.

But Zak keeps it up, every day more questions about what she thought of his big brother, and Kara starts to resent it. She wishes he'd just frakking come out with whatever suspicions he's harboring. He mentions Lee so often, that Kara starts dreaming of that night, waking up with her thighs slick and her lips burning. The resentment makes her spiteful; she starts to wish Zak hadn't been woken and she'd done what he was silently accusing her of after all.

It's driving her mad and it has to stop. So the next time Zak's thrusting deep inside her, she stiffens and arches and moans right in his ear, "Oh, Leeeee." 

The little comments cease after that. So does any semblance of a relationship. She moves out, and easily fails Zak at the end of the semester (not entirely out of spite, he really is a crap pilot). 

Six months later, when she runs into Lee at a bar near the base, they talk all night. By daybreak, she's in his bed and when he slides inside her, his name slips easily from Kara's lips.

She breathes a sigh of relief and relaxes.

Winning Strategy (Kara/Lee), PG-13

They spend the first three weeks after the world ends dancing around each other. She flies CAP on his wing, checks him out furtively in the showers, blows smoke in his face over the triad table and steals all his cubits

Or maybe he just lets her.

This thing with Lee, it's just another bluff, and somehow she never expects him to call her on it.

And then he does.

A taunt and a wink and he grabs her arm, pulls her up, away from the game as their fellow pilots oooh and ahh, and frogmarches her toward the racks. Kara's too busy marveling at the fact that Lee is finally losing some of that iron-clad control to even think of struggling. As soon as the hatch clangs behind her, he's pushing her up against the cold medal, crowding her, completely in her face. She waits for his angry words, her nerves sparking with anticipation and restless energy.

"Kara," he breathes, his voice like gravel, "We can't keep doing this. You're driving me frakking insane!" He leans closer, licking his lips, and she can feel his breath on her skin. "Do you want me or not?" 

She freezes. All Kara knows, all she can think, is that she can't kiss him first because that would give far too much away. She blinks, holds his eyes, and waits him out. And then Lee folds, brushing his lips against hers, softly and then harder, with purpose. 

She smiles into his kiss and thinks Victory.

The Good Student (Kara/Lee) PG-13

Pyramid has never been Lee's sport

To be honest, sports have never been Lee's sport. 

But when his best friend eggs him onto the Academy court, promising to teach him the rules so he can join the new pickup team she's captaining, he goes willingly. He'd prefer a different kind of one-on-one with Kara, but if this is what she's offering...

To his surprise, she's a patient teacher. Kara spends an hour on basic drills and explaining the complicated point system before they even start to play the actual game. And after Kara tackles him to the ground, her hips pressing his down, her breasts flattened against his chest, as she grins in his face, Lee has an entirely new appreciation of Pyramid. 

"So," he says, breathless, and half-witless too. "I never realized Pyramid was such a full-contact sport." 

"Oh, it can be" Kara tosses off cheerfully as she gets off him and pulls him to his feet, her hand squeezing his. Her eyes sparkle and she bites her lip, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "If you do it right."

Lee fervently hopes she means that as the double entendre he's hearing it to be. He grins and leans closer, his lips a fraction from hers. "Well, Captain, I think I'm gonna need a lot more practice."

Cheesy Goodness (Kara/Lee) PG-13

"How can you eat that crap?"

"What?" Kara says, looking over at him from his bed where she's stretched out. Lee hopes she's not getting his sheets dirty. The dorm's laundry room is always packed on the weekend. "This here is the food of the Gods, Leland!" She rattles the bag of day-glo orange cheese puffs at him.

"It's full of junk, preservatives and dye and all kinds of crap."

She narrows her eyes, one brow quirking suspiciously. "Uh huh, and have you ever actually partaken of this amazing delicacy, Mr. Food Police?"

Lee rolls his eyes and looks back to his textbook. "No. I might as well eat this astrophysics primer for all the nutritional value."

He hears footsteps, then Kara's leaning over him, orange-tipped fingers waving right under his nose. She slides one into her mouth and makes an ostentatious show of sucking it clean.

The ridiculous theatrics don't, however, prevent the blood from rushing out of his brain and directly to his dick at the sight of it.

His breathing is suddenly heavy, his mouth parted, and Kara skims her glance down to his lap, her eyes widening. Then she holds up her hand to his face, fingers wiggling, and she winks, "Wanna taste?"

Comments

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Really?! You don't seem the cheez doodle type! :P

I've written a lot of food in my fics (chocolate fondue! chocolate body paint! Lollipops! Berries! Terrible Cake!), food is definitely an aphrodisiac for pilots. :)

[daybreak777.livejournal.com]

I was innocently in a health food store six months ago. I had just done yoga and everything. And there they were. Healthy Cheez Doodles made with four real cheeses. Well, healthier. On sale. They tasted soooooo good.

Then they went off sale and I found bags of the old skool Cheez Doodles for $.25 a bag in my neighborhood! Just like when I was a kid. Been rehooked ever since. :-) Fortunately, that small bag only has like 8 cheez doodles in them. But very tasty!

I think you should totally do a Pilots Cookbook or some sort of K/L food and porn challenge at N_T. It's totally an aphrodisiac for them. Started way back with oranges and lollipops, before our time, remember? Classics!