Lee thinks about arguing with her, trying to persuade her that they’re going to make it alive. Instead he says, “Bright, shiny futures are overrated anyway.”
She’s silent for a moment, her elbows resting on her knees, her face half obscured by the shadows. He looks at her from the corner of his eye. He knows she doesn’t want to be protected, but he wants to, he can’t help it.
“And now we can’t even play frakking triad,” she mumbles after a few minutes.
There’s nothing else to do, so he bursts out laughing. Her head whips towards him, surprise flashing briefly on her face, then she joins in. By the time the laughter stops she’s leaning heavily on him, and they’re too close for comfort and he can feel her breath on his lips and really, damn him for not being able to think when she’s looking at him like that, her mouth quirked in a grin and her face framed by messy bangs.
Something sizzles between them, elastic electricity stretching between their bodies. Lee feels her chest heaving; her breasts graze against his arm and they both startle almost guiltily. They don’t stop looking at each other, though; maybe the end of the worlds really is all it takes to bring Lee Adama and Kara Thrace together. It would figure.
I’m a sucker for fics that make the promise Kara & Lee showed from the start of the show come true.