Vulnerability ((RP for number_eight))

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Full circle. A lot of things had a tendency to circle around, Lee was beginning to realize, and very rarely in a good way. The whole "all of this has happened before, all of this will happen again" stuff was starting to get really frakking annoying, especially because it kept costing the fleet and the human race lives, time and everything else it could take.

With the strange political arrangement he had with President Roslin, Lee was constantly splitting his time between Colonial One and Galactica, so to conserve on Raptor fuel, he'd been assigned quarters on board the battlestar. Even though he'd volunteered to take a simple rack, the Admiral had insisted he get a junior officer's locker. Lee suspected it was partly, even if unconsciously, a message that he wasn't a soldier anymore, and didn't get to live like one.

That godsdamned circle had also brought back Ellen Tigh-- the final Cylon, as if the gods didn't already obviously have a frakking twisted sense of humor-- and the Eight model he'd met as Boomer, the one who'd nearly murdered Lee's father. And now, one more time, Boomer had betrayed them, stealing the Agathons' child, Hera, the only living human-Cylon hybrid.

Lee was reading the report on Boomer's escape, cursing quietly when a knock sounded at the hatch to his quarters. With nobody expected at this hour, Lee rose and approached the hatch. A sidearm he wasn't technically supposed to own was within reach. "Marines?" he called out to the guards stationed outside the hatch.

"We're here, Mr. Vice-President," came the confident reply. "Lieutenant Agathon is requesting to see you. Code is Nebula Three Victor," the Marine added, giving Lee the all-clear signal. Lee sighed. Sharon. She was going to be a mess, so he could only hope he could help.

"Let her in," Lee ordered, then stepped back from the heavy hatch.

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Lee knew the feeling, could tell it was happening every time. Under him and all around him, Sharon's body started to shiver, an orgasm signaling that it was on its way, and quickly. His hips were grinding now against her body, as if he wanted to have as much of himself inside of her for as long as possible. And that was probably a damn good description of the way he felt. Maybe if they could hang on for long enough, they'd keep from drowning.

When Sharon pleaded for him to come, Lee didn't hesitate, waiting only for her as she shifted their position even more. Both knees hooked on Lee's broad shoulders, Sharon was collapsed into a small mass of herself, still moving with him. She was so tight on him and he was so deep there was just the littlest bit of hurt, which seemed to just put an edge on their lovemaking.

It was only a few more strokes before Lee's climax rushed its way through his body. "Now," he gasped. "I'm coming, Sharon... I'm coming..."

His body arched as things broke. In three great heaves, he released inside of her, coming as hard as he thought he might ever have. Sharon seemed to follow. There were long aftershocks during which Lee just released Sharon's legs and held her close. He kissed her. "You don't have to go," Lee whispered, anticipating the question.

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"Thank you," she whispered between kisses as Lee held her, and it wasn't a 'thanks' for what they had just done. It was for the offer. She touched him gently, feeling more like herself in a long time. Not broken. Not hurting.

Usually, they frakked to feel something or to forget. This time, Sharon had wanted to just be herself with someone. She cuddled into Lee (cuddled?) and didn't want to let go of him, didn't want to leave. So the offer was exactly what she needed.

Somehow, Lee always knew what she needed.

"I'd like to stay," she told him, huge eyes looking into his as her legs entwined with his legs, and she tried to get every part of her body closer to Lee. He had felt so good coming inside her, just a touch of pain there with the pleasure.

Her lips found his and she brushed against his mouth softly once more. "Thank you, Lee."