Water Down the Drain
by ALC Punk!

There was no response to Kara Thrace's irritated call. She shifted on the bed, grumbling. It wasn't as if he had to wait on her hand and foot or anything. But it would be nice if he showed at least a little sympathy for her position. And right now, she stank. There was only so much a sponge and water could remove, and what she really needed was a shower.

She considered calling for the old man again, but decided it would be pointless.

With a grimace, she poked at her knee. It twinged back at her in irritation. "Just my frakking luck," she muttered.

Best pilot in the damn Fleet (even before the Cylons killed most of humanity), and she was stuck in the infirmary, twiddling her toes. All because she hadn't been fast enough when her parachute was caught by the breeze and banged her knee against a rock.

Still, she'd brought back the best toy ever.

Kara made a face. Not that she wanted to get back into the slimy, smelly thing. Still, a Cylon raider was a good prize.

She poked at her knee again.

"Bored already with your own company, Starbuck?"

"Lee," she said brightly, tipping her head up to smirk at the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Captain Adama, "Let me guess, you came by to do paperwork with me."

"As exciting as that would be, Kara, no. I came by to see how you were." He was practically bouncing on his toes.

Kara groaned theatrically. "Lords save me from a bouncy CAG."

"I'm hurt."

"You would be."

Lee grinned at her, "You're just irritated because you can't get up." He made a face, "And you still smell like a latrine."

A brilliant idea exploded in Kara's mind. "Really, Lee? I've got an idea, then. And you're going to help me."

"Oh, no, Kara. I seem to remember that the last time I helped you we both ended up in the brig with Zak laughing his ass off at us, and a certain Colonel never forgiving us."

She snorted and waved a hand, "This isn't that ambitious. Besides, you know you had fun."

"Yeah. All the way up until the MPs caught us."

Kara rolled her eyes, "Lee Adama, stick up the ass included with all orders."

"Starbuck, batteries not included?"

"That's only if I'm a frakking toaster, Lee."

"Which you're not."

She glared at him.

"Fine, fine. So, what's this fabulous plan that the brain of Kara Thrace has decided to hatch?"

"Wanna give me a sponge bath, Lee?"

He blushed. "Kara!"

"C'mon, Lee, I could use a shower. I'm sure the stalwart CAG can find it in his heart to help one injured pilot to the showers?"

"Fine. But I'm not helping you do anything else."

She smirked, "What do you expect me to ask you to do, Lee, give me a hand job?"

Captain Adama sputtered a moment, then snorted, "Still the same Starbuck."

"There was any doubt?" She sighed, "Come on, Lee, I need a break from the infirmary. I'm going to go insane here."

"I'm going to regret this."

"Oh, probably." She smirked as he moved to the side of the bed and hoisted her into his arms. "You sure you don't wanna make me walk?"

"Gods! You're heavy." Lee staggered one step before practically dropping her.

"Hey!" Grabbing his shoulder, she steadied herself, trying not to wince as her knee protested the treatment. "The great Lee Adama, dropping a woman?"

Lee slung an arm around her waist and hitched her close. "Can't help it, Kara. The infirmary food agrees with you."

"You're just getting soft."

Ignoring her, Lee steered them into the corridor. Three halls until they came upon a shower room. Lee yanked open the door, then got her across the threshold with minimal bruising. "You. So. Owe me."

"I'll just win it back from you." She informed him as he dropped her onto a bench and went to grab a towel and soap for her. "You have the worst game face ever, Lee. You remember that bar, on Picon? I thought for sure that huge brute was--"

"Shut up." The towel landed in her lap.

Rolling her eyes, Kara eyed him. "And just how am I taking a shower this way?"

"I'll get you a chair." Without explaining where he'd get a chair, he left her sitting there.

"You do that!" She yelled after him. "I don't need your help, anyway."

That proved to be inaccurate. Although she did inch along the bench until she was close enough to the first shower to stick a leg and an arm into it. Unfortunately, she couldn't stand or turn on the water. She glared at the hatch.

When he hadn't returned in a minute, Kara went about stripping. It wasn't easy getting off the shorts they'd put her in, but the lack of underwear kinda helped. Then she sat there, naked, wondering idly if he would take long enough for her to play with herself. Or if someone else would wander in. It wasn't like three-fourths of Galactica hadn't seen her tits anyway. She poked one. They were probably considered rather nice ones, really.

Eventually, Lee returned carrying a metal folding chair which he set down into the first shower stall. He turned to help her up and gaped.

"See something you like, Captain Apollo?"

His mouth snapped closed and his eyes met hers, "Kara, you always have to push, don't you?"

"Of course." She held out an arm, "Now help me up, damnit."

With a minimum of cursing on both their parts, Lee got her into the shower stall and seated in to the chair. "My ass is cold."

"Your ass is naked."

"Thank you for noticing, Lee." She rolled her eyes, "I'd suggest you strip, too, if you're going to stand there and gawk."

"I'm not gawking, I'm just making sure you don't injure yourself."

"Always the concerned CAG," Kara mocked as she flipped on the shower and yelped as the ice-cold water hit her. It began warming quickly, and she closed her eyes, a happy sound escaping her. She simply let it run from her head down her body for a few minutes, then grabbed the soap Lee had procured and began scrubbing every inch she could reach.

It took a little extra twisting and effort, but she even got her back.

Being clean felt damn good, she decided as she let the water cascade down her again.

"You almost done in there?"

Opening one eye, Kara gauged the distance, then lashed out with one hand, splashing water towards Lee. The droplets splattered across his pristine uniform. She did it again before he could get out of range, then giggled as he jumped backwards, lost his footing and landed on his ass in a puddle of water.

"I hate you," he informed her, glaring down at the water on his uniform and dragging himself to his feet, grimacing as he dusted off his ass.

"You're the one who wouldn't strip," Kara replied innocently.

"Kara..." He started towards her.

She yelped, recognizing the look in his eyes, "Now, Lee, beating up an unarmed gimp is not the best thing to have on your record--"

"Who," he said mildly as he stopped in front of her, "Said anything about beating you up?"

"Then what ARE--"

He kissed her.

"You're getting your uniform wetter," she mumbled eventually.

"Shut up, Kara."

For once in her life, Kara shut up. Not that she objected to his methods, since one hand was gently stroking down her chest and the other cupped the back of her head, holding her still between Lee and the shower.

But there was only so long she'd take being kissed into silence, no matter how good the kisser was. She drew back and patted his cheek. "Nice." She licked her lips and tilted her head. "For revenge, that wasn't particularly brilliant, Lee."

"Oh?" He was breathing oddly, as if the kiss had affected him. Not that her blood wasn't dancing merrily along, but she had better breath control.

"Well, for one thing, I wasn't looking for a quick frak, but if you're willing to oblige...?"

Lee seemed to freeze, then he backed away from her, hands dropping. "I'm sorry for the invasion of your personal space, Lieutenant Thrace."

Carefully turning, she shut off the water. "If you'll hand me my towel, Captain, I think I'm done with my shower."

It landed on her lap.

"Thanks." She dried what she could, then made a face, realizing she'd have to put her clothing back on. "Don't suppose your big brain remembered to bring me clean clothes? Even a shirt would do."

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking." Lee turned and left, boots squelching slightly.

Kara glared at the empty room again. "This is becoming a really bad habit on his part."

"What?" The communications tech standing in the hatchway blinked. "Starbuck."

"Hey, Dee. Got an extra shirt I could borrow?"

The dark-skinned woman tilted her head to the side, "Maybe. How'd you get here?"

"Maybe I flew."

Dualla snorted, "Right, Starbuck. And next you'll tell me the XO farts ambrosia."

"He probably does." Kara shifted on the chair, irritated at the slippery sounds her skin was making against the metal. "Please, Dee? I promise not to kick your ass so hard next game."

"A pleading Starbuck," Dee rolled her eyes, but handed over one of her shirts, "You'd better get it back to me, it's the last clean one I've got for a while."

"Yeah, yeah," muttering, Kara yanked the shirt over her head. "At least I won't be flashing everyone between here and the infirmary. If Apollo ever decides to get his ass back here."

"Well," Dee called over the sound of the shower as she stepped into hers, "if he doesn't, I'm sure we can find someone to haul you back."

"Good!"

Luckily for the gravitas of Starbuck, Lee Adama returned shortly thereafter, carrying a robe. Kara stared at the flowered monstrosity, and didn't even want to know where he'd gotten it. Silently hauling her up, he draped it around her shoulders, careful not to get the hem wet.

Kara balanced on one leg and quickly got her arms in the sleeves and the sash tied. It looked truly hideous.

But at least her naked ass wouldn't be flashing everyone from the CAG down.

Dee waved cheerily towards them, then proceeded to ignore their limping progress across the room and out the hatch.

It was a silent walk back to the infirmary until Kara was finally tired of it. "Spit it out, Lee."

"What?"

"Whatever it is you want to say!"

He was silent until he'd settled her on the bed again. "I don't have anything to say, Kara."

"You mean your panties aren't in a twist, Lee?"

"I'm not wearing any."

Her gaze darted downwards, then back up and her eyebrows rose, "Interesting. And why is Captain Adama going pantie-less?"

"Less constricting."

A smirk touched her lips, and she looked down again, "You don't say." She leaned forward, "You sure that quick frak isn't in your cards tonight, Lee?"

"Very sure."

"Pity." Kara wriggled out of the robe and tossed it at him before leaning back against her pillow and sliding one hand beneath the sheet suggestively. "Because I could certainly use one."

A muscle jumped in his jaw, and he leaned on the end of the bed, looking at her with dark eyes. "One of these days, Kara, you're going to push too far."

"And then what, Lee? Break that frakking control of yours?" Her hand wiggled under the sheet.

He spun, boots still squeaky with damp. "Something like that."

"Coward."

"Ass," he tossed over his shoulder as he stalked towards the door.

"We've already used that one, Lee!"

"Brat."

Kara snorted at the empty room. "Frak-up works better." She muttered. Her hand was still under the sheet, resting on her naked thigh. She stroked the skin for a moment and shivered. It had been a *very* nice kiss. "Oh, Lee," she whispered, fingers sliding across damp flesh. "You don't know what you're missing."

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