Fight or frak?
(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.