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02 December 2006 @ 05:39 pm
 
Title: Smell of Ambrosia
Author: o_yannik
Summary: I kept wondering why does Lee allow Kara to treat him like shit, and keeps coming back to her. This is what came as a result.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/AN: This story contains mature subject. It is however only hinted, and I – as an author – am not sure how obvious it is to the reader. Therefore some of you may be surprised with this rating and warning, and may not understand it. Others may consider the story disturbing or even repulsive. To me it is repulsive, but I can’t get it out of my head and I know that the only way to stop thinking about it right now, is to share it with the world.
 
Characters: Lee Adama;
Word Count: ~900;
Genre: drama;
Disclaimer: the characters and the universe of “Battlestar Galactica” do not belong to me;
A/N: Read and please, let me know what you think.
 
Smell of Ambrosia
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Ambrosia. Thick honey smell hangs in the air, and Lee’s heart skips a beat. He closes the door with a soft click, not quite sure how he wants to proceed. Does he want to go to his room and lock himself in there? Or does he want to go, find her slouched on a sofa, or a kitchen table, smelling that sweetly, help her up, hear her saying “I love you, Lee. You’re my knight in a shining armor”? He wants both. And he wants none.
So he stands in the hall, sniffing the sweet, honey smell of ambrosia.
Until he hears her call “That you, Lee?”
“Yeah.”
“Why so late?”
“Not late, yet. Came back like I promised, right after the game.” She won’t know the difference anyway.
He goes into the kitchen, from where she called. She sits there, her temple on her palm, strands of golden hair running through her fingers, green eyes sparkling.
“Come to me!” she commands, smiling, extending her other hand to welcome him.
His body moves, walks to her. “Want me to help you upstairs?” he asks reservedly.
“You’re so wonderful to me. What did I do to deserve you?”
He doesn’t say anything, while she strokes his arm, pulls the strand of hair off his forehead, then pulls him close, smelling the thick smell of ambrosia, then kisses him softly on the cheek.
He wants to go away from there. And he wants to stay. He wants to disappear, or wake up, realizing this is just a dream, and he wants it to be real – her saying she loves him, her loving him really. He wants to die. And he wants her.
She turns her head away, her lips softly – accidentally – brushing his. She doesn’t notice.
“I’m so tired.”
“I know. I’ll clean this up” he says, averting his eyes from her, looking at the dinner leftovers, a bottle of ambrosia – thick smell fills the air – one glass, traces of her lipstick on it, the other not even emptied. Lee wonders who was here... “C’mon. I’ll help you up.”
“I can do it myself!” She staggers only a little, puts her hand on his arm, and giggles suddenly. “I’m so clumsy sometimes.”
“You’re fine.”
She keeps giggling when she puts her head in the crock of his neck, her hair smelling of ambrosia, but when she sniffles, and her shoulders are still trembling, he realizes that maybe she’s crying. Lee hates when she’s crying.
“Stop” he chokes out.
She looks up into his eyes, hers glinting with tears, strokes his face, gods she’s so near he can feel her breath, smelling of ambrosia, tickling his cheeks, his lips.
“Don’t fright” she whispers. “You’re strong. You’re stronger than that, Lee.”
“Let’s go.” His throat is so tight, words barely get out. He encircles her with one arm, and supports her, while she sways towards the door, then up the stairs.
“You’re my man, Lee.” She stops in the middle of the climb, one step below him, staring up, her palms flat on his chest, caressing softly. And he finds himself in that horrible place again, where he wants to be both – nothingness and her lover.
And he hates himself for that thought.
Let’s go – he wants to say and says nothing.
Let’s go! – his mind screams and he stands there, magiced. By her green eyes, by her fair hair, her hands on his chest, her trembling lips. This is wrong, so wrong, but he knows, just knows, he’s in her power now. Whatever she wants him to do, he’ll do it
He hates evenings like that, filled with smell of ambrosia.
And he craves them…
Because even though he knows that tomorrow she’ll complain again and talk about the only man she’s ever loved, and accuse that man of stealing her life and her dreams, and then dumping her in the dust, and that he – Lee – will not matter again, at all… – he knows that today she’s his. Today she loves him. Today she’s said “I love you, Lee” and she’s going to say it again maybe once or twice before she falls asleep.
So warily he leans in to kiss her. On the forehead at first, and waits for her to kiss him back, because it really is her move, not his, she’s in charge, not he, because he doesn’t want that, and he wouldn’t do it if it was his call, but he can’t let this chance go by, so he does it. But she doesn’t kiss him back. She shifts in his arms, and he opens his eyes, and sees her looking up, above his arm, and he knows very well who’s standing there, even before she asks:
“Zak, sweetie, why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
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Janet: pilots - you're my friend[info]jatnj on December 2nd, 2006 04:08 pm (UTC)
It feels so hopeless the way he loves her, knowing she'll never feel the same way about him.

Such a sad tone, but very well written.

olga[info]o_yannik on December 2nd, 2006 04:25 pm (UTC)
Thanks for comment.
Obviously my "hint" was too vague... and your words make me cringe even more...

But on the other hand your interpretation is fine, if you consider it a Lee/Kara story. It could be, after all.
isabelle_lila[info]isabelle_lila on December 2nd, 2006 07:20 pm (UTC)
it's really go well with what you know now about lee's childhood.

I was thinking a little like except without the innuendos between lee and his mother.

very well done and credible.
olga[info]o_yannik on December 3rd, 2006 11:30 am (UTC)
Thanks for encouragement. I really wasn't sure how this approach would be taken, so your oppinion eases my mind a bit :)
RJ[info]rjsteamboat76 on December 2nd, 2006 09:19 pm (UTC)
i likes. =)
olga[info]o_yannik on December 3rd, 2006 09:34 am (UTC)
Thanks :*
suffolkgirl[info]suffolkgirl on December 3rd, 2006 09:12 pm (UTC)
The first time I read this, I didn't completely get who the woman was until I read the last line, and had to go back and read it again.

I do find this subject disturbing, but you've written it very well and very emotionally. I can really feel Lee's desperate need for love and affection from her, of whatever kind, and how that overcomes his knowledge that it's wrong. You really made my heart ache for him here, he's so confused and sad and alone, and I can see how this emotional neglect and abuse might lead into how emotionally needy and messed-up he is as an adult.

I don't like this idea, but you've made me understand how it could happen, and that's very good writing.

Don't delete this, as you wrote you might in your ffnet alert. It's a darker story, but sometimes these dark ideas come out and have to be written. You've put enough warning in your header to warn off anyone who might be offended.
olga[info]o_yannik on December 4th, 2006 04:57 pm (UTC)
I don't like this idea

I don't like it either, and that's probably why I was feeling so uneasy about it. I was quite surprised I wrote it, I must admit – it took me less than an hour, and in not exactly sober state of mind (guess that's when subconscious troubles come to the surface a little easier). The hangover came the next day ;), and I had trouble dealing with it.

I really needed some honest opinion and... well... I trusted I could get it from you :). So, thanks a lot for coming out and saying what you said. I owe you.
suffolkgirl[info]suffolkgirl on December 4th, 2006 05:05 pm (UTC)
No problem. I hope what I said was helpful and/or reassuring.
ammonite7[info]ammonite7 on December 4th, 2006 03:58 am (UTC)
Well done. I knew who it was right off, and was my heart thumping all the way. But then I have first-hand experience. Thing is, it's not Lee's fault; it's entirely his mother's. The child is never in charge, even when he's older, the situation's too well-established and out of his control. The adult, particularly the parent, has all the power, physical and emotional.
olga[info]o_yannik on December 4th, 2006 04:59 pm (UTC)
The child is never in charge, (...) The adult, particularly the parent, has all the power, physical and emotional.

God, I hope this story doesn't allow any other interpretation!

But thing is, kids are usually not aware of that fact, they take the blame on themselves. They need someone else to tell them it's not their fault. At least that's what psychologists are saying.

Thanks for your comment. It means a lot to me.
ammonite7[info]ammonite7 on December 4th, 2006 08:57 pm (UTC)
So true. I think a careful reading makes it pretty clear who the woman is. I read the story twice again and liked it more with each reading. You expressed Lee's emotions so right on, the back and forth, the wanting and not wanting, that inner conflict. My heart was so thumping, my breathing was so tight, I think I was flushed, that's how right on you were. Even now, thinking about it, it all comes back. I think it's one of the best things you've written. How do you know so much? I want to read it to my husband tonight. He works with a group of boys who have been through similar situations, not necessarily their mothers, but with adults.
suenix: angry lee[info]suenix on December 7th, 2006 03:36 am (UTC)
Well done! You tell the story with tact. But
this does not blunt the impact one bit.
I really enjoyed the 'inner' look at a
possible history for Lee. This is plausible and skillfully done.

Suenix
olga[info]o_yannik on December 8th, 2006 08:21 am (UTC)
Thanks a lot for your opinion, especially the part about "tact". I was (and still am) a little afraid if i didn't go too far. Glad you find it plausible.