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Lee barely looked up when Kara came into the office. He was poring over reports of isolated attempts at sabotage on the civilian ships, trying to determine what, if anything, he should recommend when his dad requested an investigation.
When Kara sat on his lap, he was pissed at the interruption at first, but she didn’t talk, just put her arm around his neck and her head on his shoulder. He did his best to regain his focus, but whatever his mind wanted, his body knew that Kara was snuggled in his lap. Then Kat came in, fresh from her shower after CAP and it was so easy to lean his head into her braless cleavage as her arm went around him.
He never understood how his girls communicated certain things without speaking, but when they both starting rubbing their fingertips ever-so-lightly over his neck or his ears, he gave in to the inevitable. “Guess this means it’s time to tuck Lee into bed?”
They both laughed, and Kara playfully growled into his chest, “If that’s what you wanna call it, Lee...we can tuck you in.” She and Kat both snorted at the innuendo and dragged him off to bed.