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Title: Ends of Lines
Author: [livejournal.com profile] mermaidfangs
Summary: Kara and Lee must find a way to be together when the politics of the royal court seek to keep them apart.
Length:Approximately 2100 words.
Characters: Kara, Lee, briefly Bill, Cally, mentions of others.
Rating: MA, contains explicit sex
Warnings: None
Brief Description of the AU: Prince Lee and Princess Callandra are betrothed/married for political reasons and are living at Galactica Castle. They have an amicable union but are not in love, and allow each other to seek extramarital relationships. Namely, Cally is with Galen. Kara is an orphaned noble who also lives in the Castle.
Link to the AU Fic(s): In the Castle Gardens


Leland licked Kara off and only felt mildly guilty about it.

She was—unfit for the title of queen regent—that’s what his mother had said when she’d seen them fencing one day in the Galactica gardens, Kara showing him new techniques, pointing out the weaknesses in his posture and stance, and it’s therefore cruel to lead her on so callously.

But Lee buried his mouth between Kara’s legs all the same, thrust his tongue inside, tasting her and lapping her clit and sucking the soft skin, sweaty thighs cradling his face.

She was not his first, not by any means, and he was not hers either—but she’d asked, are you sure? so hesitantly when he kissed his way down the muscular curves of her stomach, blew breath over her drawers. He was sure, yes, so sure, and at that moment, he’d wanted nothing more than to have his tongue inside her, her cries in his ears.

As he began to lick her through the fabric of her undergarments, her body twitching then stiffening, her moans soft but exuberant, it’d become clear she’d never had another’s mouth pleasure her in this way, and the selfish, greedy, wretched part of Leland loved that he was the first to taste her, even if he wouldn’t be the last.

Kara grabbed a fistful of his hair, and tugged. Her breaths came in uneven pants, accompanied by an occasional whimper as he slid his tongue up and down. Kara tasted like tar and pine and maple sap. The precise scent of her, Noble-Woman-But-Only-Barely, made Lee want to finger her until she bucked, because there was something divine about making uppity tomboys holler, moan, and beg.

“Leland,” Kara said, pale legs beginning to tremble. Her breasts, full but with small, pinkish nipples, bounced as she moved her hips up into Lee’s lips. It was lewd, all of it, the thatch of dark hair between her legs, wet from sweat and her own moisture and Leland’s tongue, the rise and fall of her chest, the awkward angle of her open thighs, a head between them.

Kara came, and the wispy-raspy moans sent shivers down Lee’s spine.

He kissed her shaking thighs then climbed on top of her, laced his fingers between hers and positioned their bodies so his cock was near her middle. He was hard and in need of relief, but she was still coming down. He waited until she spread her legs further open to push himself inside her, and soon her heels were digging in his back, her hips jutting up and down into his length. As climax shook her again, Lee let go, too, thinking the words I love you, but refusing to say them because love was not for his sort.

*

Kara pulls the rope taut and it makes a sound like a cracking whip. The moon casts muted, white light outside. A candle flickers, illuminates her chambers just enough so that she sees the scattered items that constitute her life: a dressing table, parchment, a trunk. A still-life of flowers hangs on the stone wall.

She loops a section of rope around her waist, makes sure the end tied around the bedpost is secure. Kara’s done this enough times that she doesn’t hesitate when she inches out the window then descends several stories, her palms scraping against the stone, the rope there to catch her should she lose her footing—which she never does and never will.

The night guard salutes her when her feet hit ground. She’d paid him off ages ago with a pouch of wine and a key to the North Pantry. She returns the nod and then heads for the stables.

Lady Bird snorts and neighs when Kara enters the stall, rubs her nuzzle into Kara’s cheek. She’s a grey mare with black spots, stronger than an ox, but quicker than any horse Kara’d ever known. Kara knew a good horse when she saw one. Her father’s property boasts a fair few.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Kara startles, but recovers, throwing the saddle onto Lady Bird’s back. Leland had this way of sneaking up on her at the worst moments, his icy voice chilling her and warming her simultaneously.

“So you’re an oracle now,” she says. She doesn’t turn to him, keeps her back in his direction as she readies her horse.

“No, only someone that knows you exceedingly well. You don’t—you know, you don’t have to leave. If you’d only give me some time, I could go with you. I could marry you. We could be happy.”

Kara drags her finger along Lady Bird’s mane, picks out a stray thorn. “I don’t want to get married, Leland, least of all to you.” She takes her horse by the reins and leads her outside. “Good bye.”

*

“Teach me to hunt,” Leland had said one day, months before the first time he and Kara lay together. They were out in the wood, collecting mushrooms. Kara confessed that she spent much of her childhood here, sneaking out of the castle and skipping her lessons.

“I’m sure you’re a formidable huntsman,” said Kara. “Or didn’t your bevy of tutors teach you how to be?”

“War strategy, languages, music, mathematics, rudimentary alchemy—yes. Anything worthwhile? Not so much. Don’t confuse my words. the few times my father would grace Galactica with his presence, he might host a hunt, but it’s been years.”

Kara gave Lee the bow her father had made her years ago before he died, old but well-crafted, the body from the finest wood. Lee was an excellent shot when it came to still targets, but struggled atop his horse, or with anything fast—birds proving the most difficult challenge. Relentless, he never withered, soon taking down fat, low-flying ducks. They roasted them together over the fire, eating the meat with short, pointed daggers.

“Don’t you have people wondering where you are?” Kara asked, showing Leland how to build a rabbit trap.

“I suppose so,” said Leland but said nothing more.

A storm came, icy rain beating down in fat pellets, forcing them into a tree-nook, huddled together for warmth. They shared a skin of wine and played a tame game of Never Have I Ever, pointedly non-sexual. They laughed wildly, Lee admitting how he used to keep a journal listing all of his wrongdoings, pages and pages and pages, how he’d dip his pen in ink then drag it hurriedly across the page at the end of each day.

“Are you some sort of masochist?” asked Kara.

Leland smiled, shrug. “Some sort of masochist, yes,” he said.

*

The seduction had been—abrupt, non-existent, really. A tiny, abandoned chamber, a single mattress, a cold night. Holding each other beneath the thinly-knit blanket proved a necessity. Lee found himself sliding his hands, icy, up Kara’s sides, feeling her shiver and inhale a sharp breath.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kara whispered. One of the castle guards played solitaire in the next room over, awake, and Lee placed an index finger over her mouth to gesture quiet.

All Lee wanted was for Kara to let him fuck her and taste her and lick her and flip her onto all fours so that he might have her from behind, her arse up in the air.

“You want me to stop?” Lee asked, reaching his hand toward Kara’s breast, squeezing, heat rushing to his cock.

“No,” said Kara, grabbing Lee’s hardness through his trousers.

“Gods, fuck,” Lee said. That was all they did that first night, hands on each other’s bodies, everything wet and hot

*

The countryside is beautiful, especially so at night. Stars dazzle and wolves howl and banks of snow make the horizon glisten. Kara drives Lady Bird hard. They ride at a gallop. Kara’s bow is on her back. Her boots, secure in the stirrups, snap against her horse’s side.

She makes camp in the woods when the dawn breaks, satisfied with the distance she’s put between herself and the Castle.

The war has changed things. No longer is there time for dalliances. Those were the King’s words when he caught Kara and Leland, the weight of his disappointment so crushing, Kara found she could not breathe.

And so I assume that means, likewise, you won’t be seeking—military counsel—from Lord Tigh anymore, Leland had said.

King William had socked his son in the eye for that, and had yelled at Kara, you may remain here, but you are never to see him again, or the consequences will be dire. There were few things Kara wanted more than to meet the King’s high expectations, and knowing that she’d failed him hurt only a little less than the idea of a whole lifespan without Leland. How had she turned into such a soft thing?

When her fire crackles to life, Kara undoes her bedroll and snuggles inside, heat and smoke lulling her to sleep, thoughts of Lee so far away and gone, they might as well be ash.

*

Callandra grabbed Leland’s hand one day, and said, “I’m with child, and I’m quite certain it’s not yours.”

Lee took a seat, poured himself mead. “Are congratulations in order?”

Cally smiled shyly. “Yes?”

“What are we going to do?” he asked.

He imagined Kara one day telling him similar news, the son or daughter she’d one day bear. Only, the herbs Kara took kept that from happening. Leland missed, suddenly, the life he would never have. A cottage in the forest, teaching his daughter how to trap a fox, bathing in salty rivers, chopping wood, suffering through a bowl of disgusting stew Kara’d made because she’d been working on it all day.

“There’s too much at stake, the entire kingdom,” Lee said. “Either we keep this pregnancy a secret and you give the child to someone else to raise, or we raise it as mine—without Galen.”

“How am I supposed to make that choice?” asked Cally, her voice faltering. She clutched her belly, seemingly afraid Lee might snatch the baby right out of her.

“The same way we make all of our choices—with much anticipated regret,” said Leland.

“I don’t want to live my life always regretting,” Cally said. “Do you?”

*

She awakes, and he’s there, leaning against a tree, his eyes red and weary.

“You followed me,” Kara said.

Lee’s voice broke a little as he spoke the words, “I always will.”

*

Prince Zachary and Duchess Anastasia of Sagittarius married in the Grand Temple, a rare, royal union built on love and trust.

Leland had never been happier for his younger brother—now slated to inherit the throne. As he watched his father and Lord Tigh cast glances at each other throughout the ceremony, he ached for them almost as much as he ached for himself, and for Callandra. Their shambled lives had attracted enough scorn to threaten their family’s rule. But the union between Zachary and Anastasia was a strong and wise one, and they would survive, despite Leland’s and Cally’s divorce.

*

Kara says, warming her cold hands over the dying fire, “Nothing is fixed. I can’t—I mean, even if you’re free, I’ll always be the noble whore who ended your marriage, and in turn, our ties to Aquaria.”

Lee brushes a thick strand of dark, wavy hair behind his ear. “Then let’s go somewhere where we can be other people.”

They camp in the woods, tucked into a fur bedroll, their horses tied to a tree. Kara curls her hand around Lee’s middle and thinks rather sentimentally that she never wants to move from this position, not even if warriors come for them to take them away.

*

Lee kisses her and kisses her and kisses her and hopes that soon enough he’ll feel something close to satisfied. Kara is a treasure. She bends to his touch. She bites her teeth into his shoulder hard, leaving pink marks, and refuses to apologise for them.

“Don’t be a baby,” she says, dressing.

“You’re insatiable sometimes,” says Lee, naked, at the edge of the bed. Kara’d drop to her knees and gone down on him, Lee fucking his cock into her mouth.

Smoke half-smothers them, coming through the open window, a bonfire outside. The inn, only three hundred kilometres south of Earthia, is anonymous enough, but Lee cannot wait to be in the land that haunts Kara dreams, with endless fields, divine mountains, icy rivers with the cleanest waters and tastiest fish.

*

When they finally make it, several months later, they build a small, one-room cabin. “You know, we should send the horses away,” says Lee, “so that we are truly alone, just you and me and the wild. Start fresh, without the baggage of Galactica and our past lives.”

Kara says, “That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Honestly, Leland, I don’t know where you get this stuff.”

Suddenly it’s a year, then two years, then three years, and Kara doesn’t know what it means that she wants it to be ten years, twenty, fifty, the rest of her days.

Date: 2013-03-11 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Late to reply to all these, but I just wanted to let you know I appreciate that you read and commented. And thanks to both you and Heather for keeping all this going!

Date: 2013-02-18 03:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] embolalia.livejournal.com
This is delightful! I love the epic scope you've fit into this piece, and all the angst and sexiness and love these two have in all the universes. :)

Date: 2013-03-11 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Thanks, Em, I appreciate it!

Please don't mind the lateness :P

Date: 2013-02-18 04:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] winegums.livejournal.com
This is awesome - cracktastic (Lord Tigh, omggggg) and angsty and epic, and just UNF. Love it!

Date: 2013-03-11 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Thank you, thank you, bb! <3 <3 I'm glad you enjoyed. Maybe going super AU is the way I can get back to writing K/L...

Date: 2013-02-18 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kdbleu.livejournal.com
Sexy and angsty and kind of sweet in their own way. Everything pilots do best with palace intrigue to boot! Fabulous fun!

Date: 2013-03-11 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Thank you so much, love! Sorry for the late reply, but I really appreciate the comment <3

Date: 2013-02-18 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] word-vomity.livejournal.com
Awww yeaaa! Dirty bad wrong pilots in period piece! Just the thing for a flu filled Monday morning! Awesomeness!

When they finally make it, several months later, they build a small, one-room cabin. “You know, we should send the horses away,” says Lee, “so that we are truly alone, just you and me and the wild. Start fresh, without the baggage of Galactica and our past lives.”

Kara says, “That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Honestly, Leland, I don’t know where you get this stuff.”


HAHAHAHAHA!

Date: 2013-03-11 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
:::huuuugggggs::: BIG GIGANTIC SMOOSHY HUGS.

Thank you, bb. I'm glad people appreciated the reference. I will never stop bitching about Daybreak!

Thank you for reading and commenting!

Date: 2013-02-18 06:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] indigo419.livejournal.com
Aaaaaahhhh. I didn't know that I wanted lusty, medieval pilots. (And the - quite literally - in medias res sex is genius. Also teh hot.) This is so, so good. I want more, more! Slaying dragons and uncovering plots and riding into battle (and each other) with a fierce joy.

Awesome.

Date: 2013-03-11 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for reading! [livejournal.com profile] plaid_slytherin created a fantastic AU, so it was fun to play in her little world. UGH, pilots slaying dragons and riding into battle, SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE THAT.

Sorry for the late reply, and thank you again!

Date: 2013-02-18 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plaid-slytherin.livejournal.com
Oh, this is wonderful! I love that they found a way to be happy despite all the restrictions on them. I'm so glad you picked this AU to work with. Thank you, mystery author!

Date: 2013-03-11 04:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Thank you! I tried to fit in more Bill/Saul for you, but I ran out of time and needed to get something finished. Thank you for creating such a wonderful world to work in! It was lovely, and I had a lot of fun. Sorry for the late reply, but I appreciate you reading and commenting <3 <3

Date: 2013-02-18 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scifishipper.livejournal.com
This is gorgeous and sexy, full of longing and intrigue and enough angst to keep them apart forever, if they let it. I love that they ran away from it all, so dire was their need to be together. I love how you captured the flavor of the medieval era and but kept it sizzling hot and passionate, too. So well done! An enthralling read! <3

Date: 2013-03-11 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Thank you! I give all credit to PS for creating such a wonderful AU. It's so fun to see pilots being them piloty, angsty selves in a completely different world. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, and sorry for the late reply!

Date: 2013-02-18 08:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lanalucy
Wonderfully, imperfectly, totally in-character Pilots! And Zak marrying Dualla! omfg!

Date: 2013-03-11 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Yay, so glad you liked it!! I think Zak/Dee could've been kind of perfect, honestly <3 <3 Thank you for reading and commenting, and sorry it took me FOREVER to reply to this.

Date: 2013-02-18 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] koolaidmom11.livejournal.com
Wow...hot and I like when Lee has the balls to go for what he wants.

Date: 2013-03-11 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for reading! I'm glad you found it hot! Even in weird fantasy AUs, I cannot let go of smut, it seems...Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. Thank you so much for reading and commenting!

Date: 2013-02-18 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leakypaintpen.livejournal.com
Mmm, hot like a hot thing. And in character too!

“How am I supposed to make that choice?” asked Cally, her voice faltering. She clutched her belly, seemingly afraid Lee might snatch the baby right out of her.

“The same way we make all of our choices—with much anticipated regret,” said Leland.

“I don’t want to live my life always regretting,” Cally said. “Do you?”


I love those lines - so perfectly angsty, and a pitch-perfect moment on which the whole thing hinges.

Date: 2013-03-11 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Yay! Thanks for reading! So you're a pilot shipper, I didn't know! It was fun to get back into this pairing. They are so inherently angsty and full of tension and conflict, and it always makes them sizzle. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you, but thank you for reading and commenting!

Date: 2013-02-21 03:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rdave1.livejournal.com
Delightful! It's has everything, sexytimes, love, war and hope. I just love that Kara wants it to be 10, 20,... years. Well done!

Date: 2013-03-11 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Yay, I'm so glad you liked it! I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you, but thank you for reading and commenting!

Date: 2013-02-23 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fragrantwoods.livejournal.com
So sweet with a frakton of Kara-snark and medieval angst (I feel so much for Cally here) and Kara is still a bad-ass. I adored this: They shared a skin of wine and played a tame game of Never Have I Ever, pointedly non-sexual. and her being a questionable cook, and King William throwing punches :-) Count me in the group that adored the sending the horses away WTF? moment. The description of Kara's land is so beautiful and storybook awesome. Also, "your noble whore" FTW!

Date: 2013-03-11 04:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mermaidfangs.livejournal.com
Thanks, bb! That's one fantastic thing about pilots, they always bring the sass and the sizzle, which makes them incredibly fun to write. So glad that you read this and enjoyed. It was super fun to write. Sorry it took me so long to respond!

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