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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"God, yes," she whispered as her legs wound around his waist and she pulled him inside her even more, squeezing him as she placed a kiss on his lips that was soft and gentle. Complete contrasts.

Sharon's hands found his hair and she held his head in place as her lips brushed against his, her head moving left and right so the contact was barely there, always teasing. It forced a moan out of her, until she finally had to slip her tongue inside of Lee's mouth and run her hands down his back, to the muscles in his arms, back up to his face.

Her tears were drying now, and she lifted her lips up a bit as she clung to him.

"Tell me," she groaned between each movement of her hips, "tell me, Lee... please, tell me who you're making... love to..."

She didn't even realize it was an almost identical conversation to the first one they'd had when he'd been drunk and she'd wanted him to say her name.

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Lee grit his teeth as Sharon bore down on him. Over time, he'd learned to expect it, even enjoy it when she did something like that, but then most of the other times they'd had sex, it had been a lot about exchanging those kinds of sensations. This was different, the light kiss that Sharon gave him being just one more example of it, and he wasn't expecting it. But like he kept telling himself, this wasn't about him.

He felt her legs lift, felt her hips moving against his in time, making his strokes that much longer, that much deeper. They were rolling together like lovers instead of whatever else they were.

When she spoke, his head was down, mouth working over her neck and collarbone. Lee looked up at her, taking a second or two to understand what she was asking. He'd called her by name, they'd spoken... he knew who she was, and it wasn't as though Boomer could have known...

Of course.

Lee shifted slightly, feeling her surround him with warmth and wetness.

"Athena," he said, breathless. The name she'd come to claim as her own.

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Her hips writhed underneath Lee's weight, and when he said her name -- not Sharon, not Eight... not Boomer, not toaster or Cylon or any other word she'd come to hate in the past few hours -- when he called her "Athena", she smiled a little before her head lolled backwards.

"Apollo," she whispered back to him, even though he technically wasn't, not anymore. But in her mind, he was always Apollo, the sun god, the golden child, the one beloved by everyone. The one everyone looked up to. Maybe he didn't like the name anymore now that he was a civilian, but it didn't make it any less true in terms of who he was.

"Lee," she added, just in case, though, as her eyes opened and her mouth found his neck, licking the skin there before sucking on it the way she might have sucked on other parts of him... as she pulled back, Sharon grabbed one of his fingers and slipped it into her mouth, hips always moving against his, as she licked his finger. Eyes locked, she moaned around his finger before slipping it out of her mouth.

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Apollo. No one had called Lee that since his technically-stolen Viper had touched down on the flight deck next to the shining new Mark V that had brought Starbuck back to the fleet. It was a part of his life that he'd left behind what now seemed like ages ago, but he knew that it would always be a part of him. He would always be defined, at least in part, by all the good and bad things that came with being Apollo. One day, he hoped he would be all right with that.

At the moment, though, all his thoughts and sensations were centered on the woman writhing beneath him. Sharon was greedy for the things he was making her feel, taking everything Lee had to give her. It was a place he had been before, with Kara. He didn't like it, and it was a sour thought until her mouth found his neck. Lee watched as Sharon gave him a show, sucking on his finger.

She wanted to give some back. That was new. And it also made him want to give more to Sharon. Somehow, maybe, they would end up feeding each other. And so he reached down to one of her legs, tugging it upwards until Lee had it hooked over his arm, driving him deeper inside of her.

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He moved her and Sharon felt him deeper in her, but his pac wasn't as fast as their other times of frakking. It wasn't completely leisurely, either... somewhere in the middle, which she supposed, was where their relationship was right now.

"Lee..." She pulled his face closer to hers even as she was twisted around. Reaching upwards, Sharon kissed him again, murmuring his name lovingly against his lips over and over.

"God, yes, love this.... you..." She was too far gone in the moment of lust that Sharon didn't realize what she was saying to him, or that it could be taken the wrong way. All she knew was that Lee Adama was the one man in the universe who could make her hurt, make her feel, make her need the way no one else could.

And right now, he was the only man she trusted, too.

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Lee didn't really understand-- couldn't understand-- the way things had turned between them. If he were ever able to be totally honest with himself, maybe Lee would know that he didn't even want to understand it fully. Not when Sharon took away his pain, either by soothing him with her body or letting him use her and transfer that pain onto her. He didn't know how he could keep going, having to shoulder his pain alone.

So when words that were wrong sounding and wrong feeling began to spill from Sharon's lips, Lee ignored them. He pretended not to hear them in the middle of sighs and groans and ragged breaths. Sharon's body rippled around him and under him while gave the longest, most complete strokes into her he could.

He was, from the beginning, acutely aware of how bad an idea this was. But it was clear they were both too far gone to recover. Lee kissed her deeply, deciding that if he they were going to hell, they might as well enjoy the ride.

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She pressed herself closer to him, her hips moving in small circles as Lee kissed her, and then it hit her. Sharon gasped into his mouth, holding his face, and this time she couldn't stop the tars. Why had they come back? From the pleasure, the softness of their lovemaking?

Her muscles rippled around him over and over as she cried, wanting more from Lee. He was making love to her, like she'd needed, like she'd asked, begged of him, but she still wanted more. As Sharon's moans finally stopped, she blinked her eyes and stared into Lee's, nodding her head.

"Come inside me, please. I need to feel it. I need to feel you," she corrected, a hand tracing his check until she moved her other leg over his shoulder so she was bent in half.

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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."