Lazy Lately
by ALC Punk!

She gave a sigh and wriggled back against the man behind her. His groan was muffled by her skin.

"Hold still."

The order shattered her calm, yanking her eyes open as recognition assailed her. Unfortunately, Lee Adama was already sliding two fingers into her. Her spine straightened and she gasped out something she could barely identify.

"I said," his head lifted from her hip, and the fingers inside of her flexed, "hold still, Lieutenant."

She tried, she really did, but as his free hand pushed her over onto Karl (it had to be Karl at her back, she at least remembered *that* part of the evening), and his hands came around to caress her breasts, she couldn't help but move. As his mouth closed on her skin nibbling and licking, she was pained to find a mewl of pleasure escaping her.

Damnit, Starbuck didn't whine for anyone.

Karl chuckled against her back, the rumble sliding across her skin and she arched, reaching blindly and finding him already hard and ready for her hand.

Lee's fingers quickened their pace, her hand clenched around Karl as his fingers slid across her breasts, thumbs grazing her already hard nipples. And Kara was irritated to find another moan escaping as she pushed down against Lee's hand and mouth.

He responded by quickening his actions, fingers flexing in counter-rhythm. And Karl was apparently psychic, since his hands and lips followed the same rhythm until she was crying out, body spasming, hand scrabbling at the sheet, knuckles white when she closed them tightly. Her other hand had lost its hold on Karl, and for a moment, there was nothing but the pleasure breaking over her.

When she came back down, they were both radiating smugness.

"You guys," she announced, "Are so dead."

Lee's mouth nipped at her, and she flinched, gasping a little.

"I don't think so, Starbuck," Karl said. "You seemed to like that."

"Oh, I did." She shifted, eeled around, breaking Lee's hold on her legs until she was facing Karl, straddling him. "But I like this just as much, if not more." It took very little to position him and slide down swiftly, both of them gasping.

Lee flopped on his side, watching both of them as she rode Karl. "I should charge money."

"Hrm?" She asked, tightening her grip on Karl and sitting up more. He groaned, arching up into her.

"Money. Do you know how much I could make, if I vidded this?" Lee waved one hand. "Starbuck and Helo: sex information tapes. Would fetch a pretty penny."

"What's the matter, Lee?" asked Kara, leaning over, Karl gasping at the change in angle. "Jealous?"

"No." His hand tangled into her hair, and he yanked her mouth to his, devouring her surprised yelp with his tongue.

Her rhythm lost, Karl shifted until he had a good grip on her hips and began setting his own, thrusting hard and fast. Unwilling to let control go for that long, Kara pulled back from Lee and ground against Karl, raking her nails down his chest until he caught at her wrists and held them to the sides.

For a moment, there was silence as she stared down at him, and he stared at her, and Lee watched them both, lips swollen and eyes dark.

"It's just sex, Starbuck."

"Shut up, Helo." She twisted her hips, tightening herself around him, and felt satisfaction as his control broke and he came with a cry, hands loosening around her wrists.

Kara turned to Lee and kissed him, hand stroking down his body until it wrapped around his already hard dick. He gasped into her mouth, and she smirked, then moved her lips and bit his chin.

"Ow!"

"Lee, Lee," she said, sliding off of Helo, pushing Lee over onto his back and straddling him. "When will you learn?"

His hands grabbed her hips and he thrust up, bumping against her, but not quite getting it right. "I don't know, Kara. Maybe when--"

It took less than a second to move him and then drop her hips. His back arched and his hands tightened on her. "Maybe when what, Lee?" She began moving, riding him gently, controlling each movement as if she were in the cockpit of a viper flying through dense atmosphere.

"Shut up, Kara. It's all about sex, remember?"

Ignoring his mocking tone, she smirked, "You betcher buttons, Captain Apollo." Her hips rolled and he gasped. "So, Helo, what do you think?"

"Leave me outta this, Starbuck."

She looked at him, still smirking. "Think we could vid all three of us? I could use more cash and goods to stake myself against the doctor."

Fingers dug into her hips.

Kara winced, but looked down at Lee calmly, still moving slowly, "You want something, Captain?"

"I should have thought," he pushed up against her, catching her by surprise, "that was obvious, Lieutenant."

"Right," she managed, abandoning the slow pace and quickening it, feeling her own body responding to the stimuli. A hand stroked up from her hips and he rolled a nipple, and she sucked in a breath.

Karl made a sound next to them and a second hand joined Lee's while a third (fourth? She was beginning to lose track) slid between them, thumb unerringly finding her clit.

A moan escaped her, and her rhythm broke, body losing control, brain losing coherence as they worked together (again) to drive her over the edge and beyond. Her head bumped the rack above as she writhed. The pain merely made it all the better.

"She's very loud," Karl observed as Lee continued stroking into her, little grunts escaping him as he pushed against her spasming muscles.

"Yeah. Could," grunt, "rent her out as a siren."

"Frak you both," she panted.

"Starbuck, Starbuck, Starbuck," Helo smirked and leaned in to kiss her. "That's exactly what we've been doing."

"Well," she informed him, twisting her hips and having the satisfaction of catching Lee off guard, "If you want, I could just leave."

"Yeah, you could." The hand on her hip splayed out, fingers caressing.

"She'd have to get past me."

"I have to finish the CAG off, first." she retorted crudely, then did exactly that.

Lee's hand tightened again, his other one coming to rest on her shoulder. "Good job, Lieutenant."

"Thank you, sir." She bent down and kissed him, then turned and kissed Karl. "I always like to have the satisfaction of knowing it's a job well done."

Karl groaned. "Captain, can't we do something about her?"

"I thought we had, Lieutenant."

Kara shook her head and began crawling out of the rack over Karl. "Sleep tight, boys. I have a patrol to catch." She winced as her hips protested being straight again, and wriggled her ass a little to loosen them up.

"Nice view."

Snorting, she began cleaning herself with someone's discarded shirt. "Yeah, well, take a good look, 'cause neither of you gets to see it again for at least a week."

"You swearin' off sex, Starbuck?" Karl sounded skeptical.

"Nah. Just the two of you." She tossed the shirt at them and moved to her locker to dress. A glance at the time told her she was about to be late, so she dressed with alacrity. Having the XO yell at her after mind-blowing sex was not the best plan she'd ever had.

"She's so sweet." The CAG observed.

"She's Starbuck."

"Exactly."

Flipping them both off, Kara headed for the hatch still buttoning and latching her flight suit. "When you two are finished with your after-sex cuddles, make sure the nuggets are ready for their training flight."

"We'll tell 'em God's sex toys said behave."

"Cute, Lee."

"Yes I am."

Shaking her head, she opened the hatch and headed off. They were insane. Or maybe that was just her.

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