Word Count: 1,091
Pairing/Focus: Lee, Kara
Kara pounded on the door to Lee's state room. She paused for a moment and heard his muffled voice respond.
"Just a minute!"
But she was too angry to wait, even for a minute, and she was too angry to care that her pounding had drawn the attention of several pilots in general quarters, directly across the hall.
"No, not a minute, now!" she yelled, also not caring that she was in danger of becoming insubordinate. "If you're not decent, Lee, you'd better hurry up and get decent, because I'm coming in on the count of three. One. Two. Three."
And since Kara Thrace did not make empty threats, she pushed the door, which was thankfully unlocked, open. She found Lee, who had obviously just come from the shower, standing in the middle of the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, still holding the uniform pants he had evidently been about to pull on.
"Kara!" Lee said indignantly. "What the hell is the matter with you?"
"What's the matter with me? What about you?"
"What about me?"
"You told your father that you could never get together with me because you don't `poach'? Poach?! For your information, Lee Adama, I am not, and never was, anybody's property!"
"I never said you were. It's just an expression. You know what I meant. Would you, please, close the door." He could see, over Kara's shoulder, many of the pilots in quarters starting to gather in the hallway to watch the argument with interest. He was beginning to feel distinctly underdressed and he dropped his pants, so that he could take a more secure grip on the towel with both hands.
"Yes, I know what you meant and if Zac were still alive, I would say that it was an understandable, possibly even admirable, sentiment. But Zac is dead. Are you telling me that I'm not allowed to ever date again? That I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life in mourning?"
"No, of course not, you can date whomever you like."
"Just not you?"
"No, I need to understand this," Kara interrupted. "You're saying that because I was engaged to Zac, you and I can never be together, even though Zac is dead?"
"Yes, that's what I'm saying," Lee sighed.
"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard! Don't I even get to have a say in this decision of yours? Doesn't my opinion matter?"
Lee said nothing, but at least, had the decency to look slightly chagrined.
"Doesn't it matter, at all, that I love you?" she asked.
His jaw dropped. "Wha-?"
"Lee, do you care about me?" she demanded, refusing to relent now that she had started this.
"Yes, you know I do. You're my best friend."
"That's not what I meant and you know it. Do you have feelings for me?"
"Kara, it's not that simple."
"Yes, actually, it is. It's a yes or no question. It doesn't get much simpler than that. You're the one who's making it more difficult than it needs to be."
"Kara, you were engaged to my brother. If we got together now, how would that look?"
"Since when do you care what other people think?"
"I don't, generally, but I was thinking about you. You've known the crews of the Galactica longer than I have. I thought you might care. And I do care what my father thinks."
"Lee, you know damn well that I don't give a damn what people think of me either and you also know that your father would like nothing better than for us to get together. So, what exactly is the problem?"
"I don't... I don't really know exactly. It just doesn't seem right... I-."
"Oh, for the Lords sake, Lee!" Kara interrupted in complete exasperation as she abruptly lunged towards him.
Thinking that perhaps he had finally pushed her too far and that she was about to take a swing at him, Lee reflexively brought both hands up to assume a defensive stance. But Kara didn't take a swing. Reaching out, she put her hands on either side of his head and kissed him quite soundly. Too surprised to do much else, Lee just stood and basked in the flood of new sensations.
If he was going to be honest with himself, he would have to admit that he had idly speculated what it would be like to kiss Kara. Yes, even when she had been engaged to Zac. And this was better than he had ever imagined, better even than Zac had hinted at. At last giving in to the need, he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
After several minutes, Kara pulled back slightly. Looking deeply into his blue eyes, she said, "Now, what was that you were saying?"
"Mmmm, was I saying something? I forgot."
She smiled and started to move away, but he held her tightly to him.
"You can let me go now, Lee," she said with a chuckle.
"No, actually, I can't," he whispered. "When you came at me, I... dropped my towel."
"Oh?" Reaching around, she slid her hand over one buttock, feeling nothing but smooth, warm skin beneath her fingers. "Well, hello there," she whispered, smiling smugly. "Hmm, we seem to have an interesting situation here. You're all naked."
"Kara...," he whispered, a slight note of panic edging into his voice.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she noticed that the crowd in the hallway had grown and many of them seemed to have spotted Lee's towel now lying at their feet. Many of the female pilots were smiling expectantly. Although greatly enjoying making Lee squirm in uncertainty, Kara was beginning to feel a bit of possessive jealousy at the other women's open leers. That, and she was also beginning to feel a definite need to explore more of Lee's nude body.
"Okay," Kara said, "we move to the door together. I'll back up, you move forward. It'll be kind of like dancing. I'll lead."
"You usually do."
"Let's do it."
Moving in perfect concert, they eased back the few steps to the open hatch. Kara bent her leg and put the sole of her boot against the edge of the door. She glanced over her shoulder at the pilots gathered in the hallway.
"Sorry kids, show's over!" she called out and kicked the door shut with a satisfactory slam. Turning her attention back to Lee, she said, "Alone at last."