Fic: Not With You, Kara/Zak, no warnings 2/2

[lanalucy]

An hour and a half later, she’d drunk at least half the bottle of ambrosia, and Zak Adama had moved closer under the excuse that he needed to show her something in the textbook.  His shoulder and arm were touching hers and the heat rolling off his body was making her sweat.  Because the other option was that he was getting her hot and bothered, and that was obviously not possible.

She was explaining it yet again when she noticed that he was looking at her face and not the book.  “What the frak, Adama?  How are you going to get this if you’re staring at me?”

“I was just thinking that you look a little tense.”

“Of course I’m tense, Adama.  I should be out hustling pool on a Friday night, and instead I’m stuck tutoring a student who is paying more attention to me than to the book.”  When she looked over at him, his gaze was fixed on her mouth.

His eyes flipped back and forth between her eyes and her lips and she knew she should back off.  He stared at her lips as he moved closer and closer.  She shook her head even as he swooped in, kissed her, and sat back.

“No way, Adama.  Your seduction techniques are not working on me.”

“Guess I’m doing it wrong, then.”

There was that ‘I’m so charming’ grin again.  She spared half a thought to wonder if his father was so cocky, or if it was just Zak.  She pointed toward the bedroom when he asked to use the head, and picked up the book, trying to figure out how to get this crap into his brain for the test.

When he came back, he sat on the couch behind her instead of getting back on the floor, and his hands went to her shoulders, his thumbs to the sides of her neck.  She almost didn’t recognize the moan that emerged from the depths of her chest.  “Gods, that’s fantastic.”  She heard him chuckle behind her.

“I was right.  You are tense.”  He leaned forward, and his breath tickled her neck.  “When was the last time you had a good….massage?”

She was pretty sure he had planned to say something other than massage.  “You are not getting into my pants this way, Adama.”  He said nothing for a few minutes, just working at the muscles in her shoulders and neck.  Combined with the ambrosia, it had a soporific effect, and she began to drift with the motion of his hands.  She barely noticed when he slid down from the couch and behind her.

A few minutes later, his open mouth glided from just below her ear to the edge of her shirt, and she tilted her head to give him better access.  He kissed back up her neck to the underside of her jaw, and his other hand gently pushed her chin toward him until he could kiss the corner of her mouth.  He flicked his tongue and she opened to him, not even thinking anymore that Zak Adama was a student, or that she could lose her job for this.  Her mind had shut down and she was operating on pure sensation.

He got to his knees next to her and pulled her up into his body, then brought them both to their feet.  He kissed her, walking them back toward her bedroom, where a small part of her mind was angry that he’d apparently been so confident of scoring that he’d turned down her bed.  The anger was pushed aside by his hands under her shirt and his lips on that spot on her neck.

***

She was on the edge of sleep, hazy and loose on a multiple-orgasm high.  She had been well and truly frakked and everything felt fantastic.  He’d flat worn her out, and she was pretty sure that had never happened before with anyone.  In some kind of bizarre reversal, he was the one wired afterward, and when he said he wanted to try something else, she didn’t have the energy to do anything but smile at him.  She thought she’d smiled, anyway.

He was still naked, down at the foot of the bed with her feet in his lap, again, and she couldn’t even summon the will to play footsie with him.  When he started rubbing her feet, she thought there might be a pattern, but she was too woozy to really pay attention.  She closed her eyes and let herself float.

His fingers played on her skin, caressing, digging deeper, occasionally scoring her with a blunt fingernail.  She shivered.  Even though she knew he was touching her feet like he had earlier, it felt like he was touching other places - places he couldn’t logically reach with her on her back.  It was like magic.  Kara giggled at the thought.

“Does that tickle?”

“Hmm-mm.” Definitely not tickling, Cadet Adama.

“Want more?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

His soft laugh slid across her skin.

“Mmmm.”

“Like that, do you?”

“More.”

His breath was warm and moist on her toes, then he slowly sucked a toe into the hot cavern of his mouth, and she gasped.  He treated that toe to what, in her expert opinion, was a damn fine blow job, then sucked in a second toe.  She never even noticed when the first toe was abandoned, because what his tongue was doing to this toe was even better.  He loved each toe in turn, leaving her big toes for last, and by the time he got to them, she was completely blissed out.

He touched the insides of her ankles - soft, feather-light - and she felt it inside.  Tiny shockwaves chased after themselves in her belly.  “Mmm.  Zak.”  She was pretty sure she’d said it out loud, but it was so soft even she didn’t actually hear it.

“This good, Kara?”  He nibbled at her instep.

She nodded, arousal buzzing lazily through her body.  There was some part of her that knew she’d regret this later, but right now she really didn’t care.  She hadn’t felt this good in ages.

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Kara stumbled out of bed into the head to relieve herself.  She glanced in the mirror and cursed at the sight of the razor burn on her neck. Frak.  I frakked Zak Adama last night.  Gods, it was good. She stretched carefully, smiling to herself.  She was sore in all the right places.  She went back out into her bedroom and found the paperclipped bundle on his side of the bed.  She picked it up cautiously.  There was a sticky note on the front of it. Where the frak did he get a sticky note?

Kara,

You have no idea how hard it was to pretend not to get this.  You were definitely worth the effort.

Zak

p.s.  No, I didn’t cheat.

She flipped through the pages.  He’d written out as many questions as he could remember, along with the answers.  All of them right.

That little frakker.

Comments

[newnumbertwo.livejournal.com]

I love what a smooth operator Zak is. He just goes after what he wants. I admire that, and it fits Kara well. Love the twist at the end. So much fun.

[lanalucy]

I like to think that he would have to have been the aggressor. Kara wouldn't have blatantly pursued a student even if she'd been attracted to him, so he would have had to do the work.

Thanks!