Kendra hears Kara frakking Lee through the metal walls, the closed hatch doing little to muffle the couple’s throaty cries. The two of them are in Lee’s office, going at it shamelessly loud as Kendra stands outside, listening with only mild interest. From the sound of it - falling books and breathy moans at regular intervals - Kara has got Lee pressed down on his back atop his desk, her legs straddling his cock as she rides him quickly, desperately, and without a single shred of abandon. In other words, how she always fraks.
Kara doesn't tease. She doesn't pull any punches. She takes you just the way you've always wanted to be taken, so hard you're sure you're going to implode from the intensity of it.
Kendra imagines how Kara must look now, her back arched, her bare chest pushed out; soft, round breasts falling, moving rhythmically with her shaking body; strands of blonde hair just barely touching her shoulders, eyes closed, lips wet and puffy. Gorgeous and reckless.
Kendra checks the time. It's oh-eight-hundred exactly, the hour she'd told Kara she had to meet with Lee in his office for a briefing.
Which means Kara had planned this, had plotted to be frakking Lee loudly at the exact moment Kendra would show up, no doubt an attempt on Kara’s part to make her jealous.
But Kendra only feels irked - because games are stupid and she hasn’t the time for them. So yes, hearing Kara frak Lee senseless grates; and Kendra may be a tad bit annoyed. Jealous, though? How could she be jealous when she knows without a doubt that Kara is hers, that at the end of each day, the pilot will let herself into Kendra’s quarters, strip off her clothes, and climb into bed with her no matter what events have transpired in the last several hours?
At 08:08, it’s over. Kendra stands at attention, face completely straight, as Kara undogs the hatch then opens it, entering the hallway.
“Captain,” Kendra says, nodding.
Kara salutes, expression unreadable. “Sir.” She licks her lips, pulls several strands of hair that’ve escaped from her ponytail behind her ear. “Have a good meeting,” she says, before walking away. Kendra’s tempted to skip her appointment with Lee, to follow Starbuck and peel off her tanks, trousers, and briefs, make her fingerfrak herself while Kendra watches, rubbing herself. She has to admit, if she can't be frakking Kara, watching Kara frak herself is a lovely substitute - the way she spreads her legs so widely, thighs wet, cunt slick, chest heaving - the way she jerks her hips into her fingers and throws her head back.
Commander Adama meets Kendra at the hatch to his office, buttoned up in his duty blues as if he hadn’t just had the best frak of his life.
“Sorry for the delay,” he says, waving Kendra in.
“If you don’t mind, Commander,” she says, “I’d rather stay out here. I can still smell Kara all over your office, and it would be unbecoming and inappropriate of me to be imagining my tongue on Kara’s clit while you’re trying to talk to me about strategy.”
Lee is frozen and speechless.
“Major,” he says.
She’s not jealous. Not possessive. Just making sure that Lee knows maybe he’s good for the occasional frak, but Kara understands that Kendra’s the only one who can make her beg for it.