Fic: Double or Nothing, K/L, NC-17, no warnings

[lanalucy]

Final fic in my Turn Out the Lights series.

Lee pays up what he owes Kara from a previous "game."

It's too long to fit into one entry, so I've put up the opening scene, and a link to the full story on AO3.

Thanks to newnumbertwo for the beta!

“Bet’s to you, flyboy.”

Lee looked at his cards, looked at Kara, looked at the pot. “I believe I owe you twelve cubits from that last game, Starbuck. You wanna go double-or-nothing?” He hoped like hell she caught on.

Kara seemed puzzled. “You do?” She squinted as she looked at her cards, then her face cleared up. “Oh! That game. You do owe me twelve - cubits. You must really have a good hand, Apollo. So, I win, you owe me double, you win, you owe me nothing? I don’t know if I wanna wipe the slate clean. I’ve been looking forward to those twelve cubits.” She smirked at him.

“Double-or-nothing’s just a figure of speech in this case. I’ll owe you the twelve either way.”

“In that case, Apollo, I accept. You calling or raising?”

He looked at his cards again. “I’ll raise. Double what I owe you, plus...hmm, couple of stogies I picked up off Saul Tigh last week.” He tossed them into the pile in the middle of the table.

Kara looked to Crashdown, who was completely oblivious that anything other than a Triad game was happening. “Your bet.”

He tossed down his cards. “Fold. I’m done.”

“Hot Dog?”

“I’m out, too.” He tossed his cards down in disgust and left the table, taking his drink across the room.

“Buncha lightweights. I’ll see your stogies, Apollo -” She tossed cigars into the pile, “and I’ll raise you...how about a special request?”

Lee’s eyes lit up. “Special request?”

“Sure. Maybe you want me...to make your bed.” She left the pause long enough for him to put his own spin on ‘you want me’ and continued. “Or you want me…” she affected a breathy, higher pitch to her voice, “to say yes, sir for an entire day.” She smirked at him.

“Ah. Special request.” He pursed his lips to keep from climbing over the table and making her say ‘yes, sir’ that way right now. “That is...an enticing addition. I accept. Just so we’re clear, this is a special request, in addition to the double or nothing already on the table?”

She nodded, her eyes sparkling at him.

“Okay. I call. I’ll offer you two special requests, since I’m out of stogies.”

Lee was pretty confident, and she couldn’t wait to see what cards he had. Unless he was planning to lose on purpose….her mind drifted for a moment.

“Kara?”

“Hmmm?”

“I call.”

“Oh, right.” She laid her cards out. Four of a kind. Kings. She put her chin in her hand and carefully licked her lips. If she were laying odds, Lee’s pants were suddenly tighter than they’d been a moment ago, thinking about thirteen minutes of her doing...anything to him, especially with her tongue. She watched him move in his seat and smiled. Yes, indeed.

He frowned slightly, holding his cards.

“Well, Lee?”

He frowned again and reluctantly laid his cards out. Four Queens. Not bad. He hadn’t been planning to lose. Frakker.

“Too bad.” She scooped the pot toward her, separating the cigars from everything else. “How long do I have on the special requests, Lee?” Her mind was hard at work, wondering what she could ask for that would cost him, just a little.

He pretended to think about it. “A week.” He paused. “But the double? I’ll take care of that today.”

Suddenly she was the one squirming.

Read the rest here.