Kara Thrace And Her Special Destiny

Kara sighs as the marines came over to escort them to the brig.

"Easy, I'm coming," she says, glaring at them. She spots some others approaching the bags.

"That's mine," she calls, thinking longingly of all the ambrosia in there.

They're put in the same section of the brig, but different cells. Better than nothing, she supposes.

They're left with some guards, the Admiral disappears, probably to talk to the President and come up with a plan.

She sighs and leans against the bars separating her and Lee. "Well, this is kinda what we were expecting," she says.

[[OOC: Plotlocked to Lee, kthnx. And will be adulty.]]

After about half an hour hanging out at the party, Kara can't take it anymore. She can still feel the way Lee's eyes raked over her earlier, and how he'd grabbed her ass.

She downs the last of her beer, and makes her way over to him. She slides a hand around his waist.

"The party's nice and all, but I'm bored," she whispers in his ear. "How about you?"

((OOC: plotlocked to Lee, kthnx, and will get adult-y...))

Neither of them spoke as they made their way back to their room.

She set the bottle down on the table. Oddly, she didn't feel like downing it in one. Not yet anyway.

She turned to Lee, shook her head, and gave a mirthless laugh.

"You know, on some levels, it's frakking hilarious," she says, dryly. "I mean..." she starts, meeting his eyes and swallowing. "I ran from you, from this. I went to him, cos he was safe. A frakking machine programmed to wipe out humanity."

She laughed again, almost hysterical.

"Gods, how stupid can you get?"

((Set a couple of days after she goes to see Manny, locked to Lee, kthnx. :D))

Kara grabs the sheet from the bed in the spare room, and spreads it haphazardly on the floor in front of the wall. Not that it really matters if she makes a mess, it'll probably just end up clean again the next time they come back to the room. That's her second favourite trick Here, after the free booze.

She's shoved the bed away, to the corner of the room, so she can easily get to the long side wall,

She's grabbed a shirt of Lee's, and is wearing it over her underwear. And trying very hard not to think of her dream, but its how she's always painted. It's okay though, because she knows what she's going to paint, and its not going to be that frakking mandala.

She grabs a chair and the biggest brush, and the navy paint, and coats the wall, apart from a large space in the middle.

She's having fun already.

With a smaller brush, she daubs a rough outline of what she's planning to draw in white paint. She fills it in in, then grabs a beer from the fridge and smokes a stogie while waiting for it to dry.

She misses flying so much its almost painful. This will either help or make her want to hit things. She may end up painting over it after a few days, but hey, it'll be another way to kill a day.

She gets to her feet and opens the other tins, grabbing a load of brushes and starting on the finer details. This is the part she loves the most, when its hard to tell exactly what it's going to be when she's finished. Every seemingly random stroke of the brush or scrape of the blade makes sense to her, because she's the only one with the completed picture in her mind's eye. She could spend hours like this, staring at the colours and completely oblivious to her surroundings.

[locked, kthnx, plotty introspective Kara thingy]

( rambly, and slightly spoilery for s3+ )

(OOC: Locked, kthnx, and adult content)

Kara wakes, gasping, heart racing, images still burned in her mind. She can see the colours when she closes her eyes, can feel the paint drying on her arms in the shape of Leoben's hands...

This is getting ridiculous. Every frakking night, the mandala or Leoben, or both, and she's sick of it. She needs to think of something else, needed to burn the images out of her mind.

She sits up, kicks off the sheets with a strangled scream, and clambers out of bed. Her feet carry her to the room next door, where Lee is lying in bed, on his back, blankets tangled around his waist.

This is exactly what she needs.

She climbs onto the bed, wearing only underwear and a tank top, and straddles him. Her hands slide along his chest, so familiar, broad, firm, not at all like the one in her dreams, and she growls, wanting him to wake up so she can frak his brains out.

"Lee," she says, in his ear, hips rocking against his. "Lee, wake up," she murmurs, letting her teeth graze his earlobe, dragging her mouth along his jaw, placing kisses along his face, and eventually his lips.

[OOC: locked, kthnx... and Adult Content]

Kara woke up with a start, from some dream that she couldn't really remember, and something told her she didn't want to. Thoughts of it were shoved out her head when she realised she wasn't in her rack, and she looked around, confused.

Then she remembered. The puzzle, the weird place, the alcohol...

She rolled over.

Lee.

He was sleeping, and soundly. And frakking gorgeous. She bit her lip. This was weird, but she really wanted to not screw it up. And it meant taking it one day at a time.

She leaned over and ran a hand through his hair, curling into him and just watching him sleep.

[[OOC: locked, kthnx]]

Kara laughed as they stumbled out of the elevator, hanging off of Lee's arm.

"I could deal with this for a while," she said, voice slurred. "Free booze, nice place to live, no one trying to kill us..." she said, pausing to look at the room number, and continuing down the hall.

"Well, maybe for a week or two, 'fore it gets too boring," she said, laughing again, as they finally stopped outside the right room and she fumbled in her pocket for the keys, leaning on Lee for support.