[fic] there but for [bsg] [kara and lee]
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bantha_foddertitle: there but for
fandom: bsg
author: bantha_fodder
rating: not sex. ALAS
spoilers: home part two
oppression number three: by the campfire in home part two. there was supposed to be sex, but i got bored of writing sex. I KNOW OMG. but still, consider yourselves oppressed. also, unbetaed, plus i just wrote this after finishing work about two hours ago, so, uh, it's not up to usual standards. BUT STILL, OPPRESSION. i can't let you go too many days without being oppressed, you'll begin to (mistakenly) think that the world does not revolve around kara and lee. TRAVESTY. omg this author's note is too long. i've turned into one of those rambles who writes authors notes half as long again as the fic itself.
previous oppressions:
oppression number one: final cut
oppression number two: home part one
**
They settle on a campsite as the light starts to dim and the drizzle thickens. It starts raining harder while they look for wood to burn, and the rain feels like hail by the time they try to light the frakking thing. It's nothing like boy scouts and everything like hell, so Kara's awfully pleased when Lee suggests they string a tarp up over the fire.
"Aren't you a regular boy scout?" she says, and gives a little grin.
"I got the Caprica Star and everything," he replies, and over his shoulder he smiles at her, a proud little smile. She imagines him ten years old, in his little uniform, standing tall and achieving things and waiting for his daddy to notice him.
She realises just how little has changed.
She makes a run for it from tarp to tarp, and turns to watch Lee saunter. He pauses and sticks his tongue out, and she watches him taste the water before he continues on. "You have clearly lost your mind," she says as he reaches the cover, shakes his head and gets her wetter.
"It's been so long," he says, "since I've stood naked in the rain."
"Lee Adama!" exclaims Kara, faux-scandalised. "Well, I never!"
Lee leans forward, and lowers his voice. "That's unlike you, Kara," he says. "You've never gone naked in the rain?" Lee starts to peel the wet outer garments from his body, and Kara looks away. Around the campsite, voices lower and Kara watches the silhouettes lie down. Clad in his tanks and little else, Lee clambers into a sleeping bag. Shuffles around to find a comfortable spot.
Kara continues to look around the campsite.
"You don't think it's weird, Zarek and Roslin?" she asks, and her voice is distant.
"Of course I do," he replies, and she can just make out his outline in the dark.
She stands, silent, and keeps watch.
"Come sleep," he says, and beckons to her. "The ground makes a great bed." He pats the ground beside him.
"You suck at lying," she says, but strips her damp outers off and climbs into the other sleeping bag. She tugs at the edges, pulls and tries to get comfortable. "Ugh," she says, "this sleeping bag is too small."
"You snooze, you loose," he says whilst burying his head in his sleeping bag, and she thinks about killing him.
"What are you, five?" she asks instead.
"Do you think we'll find Earth?" he asks, like she didn't speak.
"We have everything we need," she says, which isn't an answer, but it's all she has.
"But faith," he says, and it's almost a question murmured into the night.
He kisses her then, softly, like he did on the Astral Queen.
She doesn't pull away.
fandom: bsg
author: bantha_fodder
rating: not sex. ALAS
spoilers: home part two
oppression number three: by the campfire in home part two. there was supposed to be sex, but i got bored of writing sex. I KNOW OMG. but still, consider yourselves oppressed. also, unbetaed, plus i just wrote this after finishing work about two hours ago, so, uh, it's not up to usual standards. BUT STILL, OPPRESSION. i can't let you go too many days without being oppressed, you'll begin to (mistakenly) think that the world does not revolve around kara and lee. TRAVESTY. omg this author's note is too long. i've turned into one of those rambles who writes authors notes half as long again as the fic itself.
previous oppressions:
oppression number one: final cut
oppression number two: home part one
**
They settle on a campsite as the light starts to dim and the drizzle thickens. It starts raining harder while they look for wood to burn, and the rain feels like hail by the time they try to light the frakking thing. It's nothing like boy scouts and everything like hell, so Kara's awfully pleased when Lee suggests they string a tarp up over the fire.
"Aren't you a regular boy scout?" she says, and gives a little grin.
"I got the Caprica Star and everything," he replies, and over his shoulder he smiles at her, a proud little smile. She imagines him ten years old, in his little uniform, standing tall and achieving things and waiting for his daddy to notice him.
She realises just how little has changed.
She makes a run for it from tarp to tarp, and turns to watch Lee saunter. He pauses and sticks his tongue out, and she watches him taste the water before he continues on. "You have clearly lost your mind," she says as he reaches the cover, shakes his head and gets her wetter.
"It's been so long," he says, "since I've stood naked in the rain."
"Lee Adama!" exclaims Kara, faux-scandalised. "Well, I never!"
Lee leans forward, and lowers his voice. "That's unlike you, Kara," he says. "You've never gone naked in the rain?" Lee starts to peel the wet outer garments from his body, and Kara looks away. Around the campsite, voices lower and Kara watches the silhouettes lie down. Clad in his tanks and little else, Lee clambers into a sleeping bag. Shuffles around to find a comfortable spot.
Kara continues to look around the campsite.
"You don't think it's weird, Zarek and Roslin?" she asks, and her voice is distant.
"Of course I do," he replies, and she can just make out his outline in the dark.
She stands, silent, and keeps watch.
"Come sleep," he says, and beckons to her. "The ground makes a great bed." He pats the ground beside him.
"You suck at lying," she says, but strips her damp outers off and climbs into the other sleeping bag. She tugs at the edges, pulls and tries to get comfortable. "Ugh," she says, "this sleeping bag is too small."
"You snooze, you loose," he says whilst burying his head in his sleeping bag, and she thinks about killing him.
"What are you, five?" she asks instead.
"Do you think we'll find Earth?" he asks, like she didn't speak.
"We have everything we need," she says, which isn't an answer, but it's all she has.
"But faith," he says, and it's almost a question murmured into the night.
He kisses her then, softly, like he did on the Astral Queen.
She doesn't pull away.
