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Wet Dream

By Scooter Kitty

Word Count: 1,341 
Date: 10/29/04
Series: Mini
Rating: M
Category: Challenge
Pairing/Focus: Lee, Original Character

Sleeping soundly in his bunk, Lee was awakened quite abruptly by a hand pressing over his mouth. Turning to the side, he saw his commanding officer, Bridget Cain, kneeling beside him. Small emergency lights set at intervals throughout the room offered some illumination. Her dark skin and hair made her appear dim and shadowy in the low light, but her smile was very bright as she grinned at him. She pressed a finger to her lips indicating that he should keep his voice low.

"Is something wrong, sir?" he asked softly, when she removed her hand. "Has something happened to my father?" He started to sit up, as a sudden image of his father wounded, perhaps dying, flashed through his mind.

Cain laid a large hand on his chest and pushed him back down. "Sssh," she hissed. "Nothing's wrong. Your father's fine, as far as I know."

"Then why are you here, sir? What's going on?" Now that the initial shock of being woken in the middle of the night had worn off, he was becoming confused and slightly irritated.

"Relax, Lieutenant, I'm just here to see how you're settling in."

Lee was very much aware that he was a rookie and that this was his first tour of duty on a battlestar, but he really didn't think that it was normal for a commander to personally come around and check on every new recruit, especially not in the middle of the night shift.

"Uh, I'm fine, sir, thank you," he said hesitantly. "Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Mmm, in a minute," she said softly, still grinning at him.

He was about to ask another question, when he became aware that her hand had slid under the covers and was lightly stroking his inner thigh. He quickly moved away from her until his retreat was halted by his back pressing against the wall.

"What are you doing? ...Sir," he gasped, his voice rising slightly.

"Ssshh," she hushed him again, this time pressing her finger to his lips. "Don't worry, Lee," she purred softly to him, creeping even closer. "Just keep quiet and no one will ever know."

"Sir, this is wrong. It's against regulations. If we get caught-."

"And that's what makes it so exciting," she interrupted.

He had to admit that she had a point there. Regardless of how much his brain might be rebelling against the idea, his body evidently had a much different opinion. His heart rate was racing and his skin was flushed and tingling. He was young and male, had been unable to release his pent up sexual needs for several weeks now and he suddenly had a beautiful, strong-willed, and evidently determined woman climbing into his bed. Was the out-come of this seduction ever truly in any doubt?

Having no where left to retreat to and having just inadvertently left her an open space in his bed, Cain joined him, slipping easily under the covers. Reaching for him, she grasped his hip and pulled him close.

"Sir," he said, offering one last token resistance, "You're my commanding officer..."

"That's right, Lieutenant, so consider this an order; shut up and kiss me."

Following her own orders, she pressed her lips to his, sliding her hand up to cup his jaw. The kiss was long and deep and full with the promise of greater things to come. Breaking away from him, she began tugging at his t-shirt, only just resisting the urge to simply tear it off him. Once she finally managed to get it off him, she attacked, kissing her way down his chest and stomach. Lee moaned softly and, not even pausing in her ministrations, she reached up a hand to clamp over his mouth, reminding him of the need for silence.

For once, Lee was thankful that Lt. Carmichael, who slept in the bunk above his, had such a loud snore. Everyone who slept in the immediate vicinity of his bunk had learned to tune out all extraneous noises. In fact, those who couldn't, had taken to sleeping with earplugs in, relying on their bunkmates to shake them awake when their alarms went off. All of this would help to cover any strange noises they might hear now. He truly didn't relish the idea of his career being ruined for inappropriate fraternization with his commanding officer. His father would never forgive him. But then again, perhaps it was the knowledge that this would infuriate his father that also made it much more exciting.

While he could silence his moans, there was nothing he could do about his breathing, which was coming out in shallow pants. She kissed her way back up his body to latch onto his mouth. Squirming impatiently, they both struggled to remove each other's remaining clothing without breaking the seal of their lips.

Once both were naked, Cain pounced again, pinning Lee down and clamping her mouth to his neck. Gritting his teeth, he stifled the groan forming at the back of his throat. She gave him no chance to get a grip on his breathing as she swung one long leg over his hip and mounted him. She was forced to quickly lean over and kiss him to silence his deep-throated groan. As she began moving her hips, he gave silent thanks to the Lords, that the beds did not have springs, so there was no telltale rhythmic squeaking.

Still bent over him, Bridget's long hair fell forward to surround his face like a curtain. He was immediately enveloped in the heady scent of vanilla and almonds, which obviously perfumed the shampoo she used. Previously, he wouldn't have thought them a particularly erotic scent combination, but he now had to admit that the tantalizing smell was definitely feeding his passion. He brought his hands up and buried them in the dark mass of curls.

Trying to increase the contact of their bodies, Lee arched his hips up and Bridget smiled down on him, enjoying his eagerness. Placing her hands on either side of his head, she leaned into her rhythm. With a sigh, he slid his hands down her sides to rest on her hips. Frustrated with the pace she had set, he sat up slightly and attempted to roll her over so that he could assume the more dominate position.

"Oh no, I don't think so," Bridget whispered, pushing him back down. "I'm in command here, remember?"

"Yes, sir," he breathed.

"That's better."

With no choice but to accept her slow, leisurely pace, he had to content himself with taking a firm grip on her hips and drawing her down tightly against him. With a slight flush of guilt, he realized that she would probably be bruised tomorrow... oh well. She certainly wasn't protesting. She didn't even seem to be aware of it. Her eyes were closed in concentration and her full lips were slightly parted with her heavy breathing.

Feeling himself nearing his limit, Lee once again, moved to take a more active position, this time with more success. Rolling both of them onto their sides, with Bridget's back now pressed against the wall, he could grind his hips with more precision. Both were forced to bury their faces into each other's shoulders to muffle the sounds of their climaxes. Unbeknown to Lee, Bridget had also buried her teeth into his shoulder. He hadn't even felt the pain until after they had broken apart and were lying side by side, panting in exhaustion. Glancing down at his shoulder, he saw the perfect indentations of her teeth. That was definitely going to leave a bruise. Looks like I'll be keeping my uniform shirt on for a while, he thought, sleepily.

Within minutes he drifting towards sleep and was only vaguely aware of Cain climbing over him to get out of the bed. Once she had dressed, she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his abused shoulder.

"Pleasant dreams, Lieutenant," she whispered, before melting back into the shadows.