New Orders ((AU Lost Year RP for number_eight))

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"You've got to be kidding me." Lee all but gaped back at his father. The weekly meeting between the CO's of the only two existing human battlestars had started out just as it had over the last few weeks since the presidential election. With the entire fleet in parking orbit around New Caprica, it wasn't as if there was a lot to discuss other than fuel supplies and resignation letters. But these new orders had thrown the younger Adama for a loop.


"Not at all," replied Bill. "Just because Baltar wants to sit here and pretend as though the Cylons are never coming back, you and I both know it's only a matter of time. And intelligence is going to be our best resource."

Lee shook his head. "And what makes you think that we haven't learned everything we're ever going to learn from this... resource?"

Bill fixed his son with a hard look. "She's a Cylon. There's always more than what we're being told."

It wasn't as though Lee could much argue the point. No one knew how deep the infiltration of Cylon agents had gone, and what other models of the humanoid machines looked like. If the human race was going to survive, it needed to know all it could about the enemy trying to kill it. Lee understood the reasons, but there was still one other question to ask.

"Why me?"

The older man shifted uncomfortably in his chair, something that told Lee couldn't help but note. "After the... incident aboard Pegasus," Bill said, the euphemistic word clearly sitting very poorly with the Admiral, "it's clear that we need to take a different tack with this interrogation. The Cylon has feelings--"

"Manufactured feelings," said Lee.

"Manufactured or not, it's clear that these Cylon agents can be affected by psychological means."

Something very sickening roiled in Lee's gut. "Dad, you're not suggesting--"

"Of course not," Bill said through grit teeth. "Cain's men were animals and their methods abhorrent." The older man reached for the sideboard and poured them both a finger of ambrosia. "The 'Sharon' Cylon is programmed to believe it was a Colonial Officer. So I'm sending in a superior officer to debrief her."

Shaking his head, Lee was still dubious. "And after the... incident..." using the word in place of the truth turned his stomach, too. "What makes you think it'll trust a superior Colonial Officer, especially a male?"

"That's for you to figure out."

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Lee nodded to the Corpsmen standing to either side of the cell door. The huge, glass and steel-enclosed chamber was built to just about withstand a fully armed assault from inside, or from outside, and it made Lee nervous just to step into it. But he was about to do more than that.

He'd spent two days going over every text he could on prisoner interrogation, reading every paper on the subject that Pegasus' databanks still held. Lee's plans for the session had been written and rewritten a dozen times until he was hopeful that he would be able to at least begin building some kind of rapport with the Cylon agent.

'Sharon', Lee, he reminded himself silently, call her Sharon.

"Hello, Sharon," he said, his voice calm and even. "I brought you something."

Lee pulled a bundle from under his arm, setting on the end of the cot that was the only furniture in the cell until the Marines brought in a small table and two chairs. When he stepped back, the bundle rolled open to reveal a clean set of clothes-- underthings, pants, top, even a sweatshirt. Lee nodded to the two Marines, then took a seat.

The Corpsmen moved out of the cell, then locked the door with a solid clunk.

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She flinched slightly when she felt his hand touch her shoulder, but she didn't move or push him away. Really, it was the only contact she'd had since... God, since when? Since Kobol? Since Hera had died?

Since she'd betrayed everyone and allowed the Cavil model to come onboard Galactica?

She wiped her face dry. "Maybe I'm not a good liar, but neither are you. You still haven't told me what you want. What you really want from me." She thought about what he'd said, though, about loving a person.

"I don't think Helo loves me anymore, anyway." Another lie, but she wanted to believe it. It would make things so much easier if he hated her. Then she could move on, grieve, and just.... die in this frakking cell. "Why do you bring that up, though? Someone in your life that you love but don't...?"

Ah, and she remembered what Helo had told her, about how Lee had kissed Kara once they'd brought back the Arrow of Apollo. She just nodded at him. "So, what do you do when the person you love isn't perfect? Do you accept someone else in exchange? Someone willing to give you the things that you need?"

Sharon finally turned around and reached a hand out to Lee, slipping it inside his trousers, and rubbing him slowly as she locked her eyes with his.

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Lee took a deep breath. Sharon had just called him out, and while he hadn't assumed that she'd labor long under the excuse he'd given her about "historical records", it wasn't a tactic he'd prepared for. But maybe there were better ways at getting what he wanted. Cards on the table time, maybe. Not all of them, but some. "Fine, I--"

She continued as if she'd never asked the question, saying something about Helo not loving her anymore, something that Lee knew was complete crap. Anyone who saw Karl these days would tell you that, but then like Sharon said, she rarely if ever saw him. And then, the look in her eyes and the tone in her voice changed. It wasn't the girlish pitch of before she'd kissed him. It was something deeper, and huskier. And more than that, the words hit home.

"You do what feels right, I guess. If there's something you need, then you need it."

Faster than he thought possible, Sharon's hand had darted inside his trousers and her slim fingers were caressing him quickly to hardness. Sharon's words hit, along with the realization that Dee was on another ship entirely, and they'd both been so busy in the last weeks they'd barely even seen each other, and Kara was down on that damn planet...

Lee stepped back, composing his face and turned to where the Marines could see him. A hand gesture and a few nods of confirmation, and the two Corpsmen were outside the outer door. Lee turned back around and sat on the chair he'd brought. "So..." he said cautiously, "you were saying about having something you need..."

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Sharon froze a little when he stepped away from her. It wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting, but then she watched Lee order the men out. For privacy, maybe? She smiled a little bit to herself to see how smug he looked sitting in that chair. She'd gotten to him, somehow, someway.

"Needs come in different forms." Right now, Sharon needed contact. She needed a place that felt like a home... and she knew that she wasn't going to get any of that with Helo. How could it be possible? Even if she loved him terribly, what could he do? Marry her and have her move into some personal quarters on the ship? Right, like that would happen.

But Lee, here, right now... this was a chance for her to get both of the things she needed. She stepped closer to him, looking down, and then kneeled between his legs. "I could use a bed. Even a couch. Something a little bit softer and more comforting than a frakking cot. Something that makes me feel like I'm not going to be a prisoner for the rest of my life." Her hands ran up and down his inner thighs as she spoke, and finally slipped back inside to stroke him again.

"And I need to touch someone," she whispered as her fingers gripped him tightly. "No phones, no glass partitions..." Her mouth hovered over the bulge in his trousers and she blew hot air along it. "I need to know that I'm still alive..."

Her hand began to move faster as she licked her lips, looking up at Lee.

"What do you need?"

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He listened to her-- mostly, at least. But while Sharon slowly approached, he couldn't take his eyes from hers. Sharon was looking at him differently, as though their places on the chessboard had evened out somehow, and now they were both talking the same language, or at least, the same suggestion and innuendo.

On her knees, between his legs, Lee understood just what the Cylons had created in Sharon, and how irresistibly seductive she would be-- she was, clearly-- to someone like himself. The blonde, Shelly Godfrey, the one Baltar called Number Six? Wouldn't have done much for Lee, but the woman gazing up at him with the hunger (no other word for it) in her eyes?

"Those things aren't impossible," he said finally, finding his breath shallow. "Not with the right kind of cooperation."

"And you're touching someone now, but if that's not enough..." Just as he felt the warmth of her breath through his trousers, he was reaching down to open them. "I think we can find ourselves an understanding," he rasped as he pushed enough of his clothes aside to expose himself to her, crossing the line.

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Cooperation. Was that what she would be doing? No, part of her wanted it, she knew that much -- otherwise she wouldn't have said so. So when Lee pushed his clothes off, he'd asked her for something he needed, too.

"I'd like to think that you might be able to understand me and where I'm coming from, Lee," she whispered before lowering her mouth on top of him, swirling her tongue and sucking softly. It felt... good. Touch. Taste. He was different than Helo, but that was what she was looking for right now. Someone different who didn't care about love.

Love was too complicated an emotion for her right now.

Sharon pulled her mouth slowly upwards, then looked back at Lee. "I like touching you," she said, moving her hand up and down his wet length. "Do you like it?" Her tongue darted out to touch him again.

"Do you think you can help me? Get me some furniture... ?"

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What was he doing? What the frak did he think he was doing? In the space of just a second or two, Lee's mind raced with the question. He loved Dee, even if it wasn't the way she loved him-- she was good for him, and he would never be able to repay Dee for everything she did for him. He loved Kara, in a way he didn't and probably would never understand, but would probably never go away. Sharon he didn't love. He didn't hate her, not the way he had reacted when she'd first come aboard. But he didn't--

And all the speeding thoughts stopped when Sharon's mouth surrounded him. Warm, wet and tight around his length, she sent a shiver through his body. Lee looked down, watching her lips slide back up, and thought he understood. It was everything Commander Lee Adama should never and would never do, and that was exactly what he needed.

Sharon's tongue touched a sensitive spot and Lee's breath hissed out. "I like it a lot," he answered, "but I like your mouth even better." Lee locked eyes with her. "Finish," he said in a low voice, "and you can keep the chair. Next time, we'll... negotiate for more."

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Sharon didn't want to think. Thinking meant remembering Hera and how she'd been murdered, it meant all the times she'd tried to help the humans on this ship and never been repaid for it. It meant thinking about Helo and his soft eyes, the way he put her on a pedestal when she wasn't that at all.

So, she stopped thinking about everyone else and started thinking about herself, right then, right at that moment when Lee's eyes met hers and she saw pure hunger there that she could satisfy.

"You like giving orders?" Clearly, he did. She wanted a bed. A couch. Something so that the rest of her life wouldn't be trapped in an empty cell, but she guessed she'd have to make due with a frakking chair for now.

The idea that "for now" entered her mind at all gave her little shivers as she lowered her mouth back onto him, sucking again while holding the base tight with one hand. He wanted her to frakking finish? Oh, she could oblige him, then. Sharon's tongue ran up and down the length of him, feeling him getting harder until she pushed him all the way back into her throat for a moment, then gasped for air. Her head bobbed up and down, faster, as she tightened her lips around him, too.

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No, Lee hated giving orders. He'd never asked to be in the Fleet, or a pilot, or be promoted to CAG and then XO and then CO on the Pegasus. First, it had been expectations and assumptions from everyone in the world who knew his father, and then after the attack, it had been responsibility. Lee could do these things, could take on these duties, so he did. But leading soldiers had never been his dream.

But to Sharon, he said, "Yes". Not because he wanted to give orders. Even as the pressure of his shaft pushing against her throat made him groan and pant, the understanding made itself known. He wanted control of something. This situation was going to be it. He could tell her what he wanted, and he had the power to give her what she wanted. Lee could be in charge of himself.

Sharon's mouth sped up and down his length. Lee felt tongue and lips and even teeth working on him, watched as Sharon's hair shook out loose and wild and fanned across his lap. He gasped as he felt her drawing him closer and closer to the end, faster and faster. "Gods, Sharon... I'm going to..."

Lee had only just the smallest bit more warning than he was able to give her before he exploded.

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Her hands were braced against his legs when he suddenly filled her mouth, and Sharon swallowed it all, gasping for breath afterwards as she took one arm and wiped her mouth with it. She looked up at him from where she was at, kneeling, and grinned.

"Knew you liked giving orders. Get out of my chair."

She stood up slowly, rearranging her hair and smoothing out the new clothes she had been given. She'd kept her her end of the "bargain" or "arrangement" or whatever the frak they were going to call this, and now she wanted him to keep up his end.

"Come visit me anytime you like, Lee. I can see that I'm not the only one who has certain needs that aren't being filled around here right now."

Otherwise, there would have been no frakking way he would have allowed a Cylon to touch him, let alone do what she'd just done. She whispered one last thing to him before turning her back.

"By the way? You taste great."

And maybe, maybe if she kept up the act, Sharon could fool herself into thinking that she was the one in charge of this situation after all.

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Lee's breath came in shudders as he watched Sharon swallow him down as if she'd been longing for it. Maybe she had-- not him specifically, but what he had given her, the contact she talked about. He stood on slightly weakened knees and straightened his clothes.

"I think we're both going to be addressing each other's needs quite a bit," he promised, and it seemed that neither of them would be much in opposition to it right then.

Her last words made it difficult for him to turn and call for the guards to open the cell instead of looking to do more "bargaining", but he did. Lee exited the brig, hoping that somehow, he'd be able to stay in control of himself, let alone Sharon. But he did know he'd be back, and soon.