This was completely absurd, but somehow, this was his life now. Giving dancing lessons to the savior of the fucking world at a party being thrown in their honor, with what felt like half of Hong Kong in attendance.
As much as I dislike cheating in real life, the chemistry between Kara and Lee right from the start can’t be denied, and this fic shows a plausible (and still mostly canon-compliant) way it might have gone.
And motion from the taller man, a twisting jerk away, turning his back to Lee, Zak’s confused stutter, standing and turning a shoulder toward the taller man, reaching a hand out to him, seeing Lee, his “Oh Gods, shit, frak!” The red rising to his cheeks, hand slipping off his cock and then more quickly back as a shield.
Lee choking out “What the hell, Zak?” at the same moment he hears “Leland Adama, if you left my door open…” in a affectionate murmur twenty feet behind him.
I simply love canon-divergent fics that explore Lee and Kara on Caprica, especially when they include her relationship with Zak. In this one they break up, and Lee is there to pick up the pieces. *happy sigh*
Brian stayed sprawled flat, his eyes mostly closed. His whole body felt heavy, satisfied all the way through. He managed to get enough of a hold on his brain to slide his hand down the guy’s arm, check his pulse—hard and steady but not hectic, his skin still warm, no sign he’d just donated what felt like at least a liter of blood zipping around Brian’s veins.
“What the fuck did I just do,” the werewolf said blankly.
Letty went out to the garage, sneaking up toward the door, not totally sure why she felt the need to sneak, but doing it anyway. The door was open only a sliver; she couldn’t see anything at all, just the light from the bare bulb overhead, a section of the wall with the trophies. Then she saw the back of Dom’s head, but it was…weird. Like he was doing something physical. Not just standing there talking.
Kissing. That’s how his head and neck moved, like he was kissing someone. When he shifted she could see Brian on the other side, his hands on Dom’s chest. And Dom was kissing him and laughing.
“That was a different situation. I was in complete control of what I was doing.” When Jim raises an eyebrow—somehow, he’ll make Spock lose control?—Spock repeats tightly, “I could not guarantee my actions.”
He tries not to think about the tiny apartment around him and how it might become his home instead. It’s much too cold, the air too thick, the amenities painfully behind what he’s used to. But at least he’ll have Jim, so it will be bearable.