summary: She hadn't meant for it to happen this way.
a/n: written for prompt #22, here.
She hadn't meant for it to happen this way. Really, she wanted to stop. At least, she thought she did. Now here they were on this godsforsaken algae planet, hidden in fhe shadows of her raptor, and all she could do was reach out, touch him. She felt a deep hunger, an aching need for just one lasf kiss, and though she could kiss Anders for the rest of her life, it wasn't like this. He would never kiss her like Lee.
He reached in to cup her face with his hand, and she almost shivered at his touch. Closing her eyes, she reveled in the way his hands could be rough, calloused; yet soft, and so warm. Before, they were always so quick with each other; a stolen kiss here and there. But now. Now, although they really should be quick, Kara couldn't. She really didn't care if they stayed in the frakking raptor for days, months, maybe even the end of time. Afterall, this was one of the few times she could really be Kara, warm and sensual and Kara. Only with Lee.
His lips met hers in a fevered, passionate kiss, one that said "I'm sorry, I love you, I need you" over and over again. She was helpless but to kiss back. After all these days, sleepless nights with Anders at her side but Lee in her heart, her hunger for him escaped, set itself free, and she let it. She let her hands roam freely over his body, his chest, his neck, his face, pretending for a moment that they were actually allowed to be doing this.
Lee broke the kiss.
"We can't keep doing this." His voice was strained
"No, just listen to me, Kara, please." He placed a kiss to her forehead, stroking her cheek with his rough thumb. He was so sweet, sweet like she'd never desered. So she listened, when the hunger inside her screamed at her to kiss him again.
"We shouldn't have to hide like this. It's not right, it's not fair to Dee or Sam. Let's tell them, Kara, no more secrets. Then we... we can be together." He almost whispered the last words.
In her heart, she knew they could never be together, not in the way he wanted. She was married to Sam, and the vows she'd taken almost two years ago were sacred; she could not break them. She would not. But this, they would deal with later. Now, she kissed him again, the aching yearn that was her hunger for him roaring to life and rejoicing at being fed. For these few moments, she would keep pretending.