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100 Ways to Pilot!Porn it up! WELL DONE, SHIPPER NATION, WELL DONE!
Get your thinking caps on, start your "research," train those imaginations.
The Battle Begins at MIDNIGHT (12 am EST) on Tuesday, March 1!
(Post is closed for comments until then.)
RULES - Please read!
1. Choose a prompt from the list below, and write a fic based on the prompt.
2. Post it as a comment here, or reply with a link to the fic on your LJ.
3. If it's longer than 500 words, please post on your LJ.
4. If you choose to post on your LJ, please do not friends-lock the post.
5. You're welcome to post to other communities; however, please include a link to this post.
6. Prompts may be used multiple times and they may be combined in the same fic.
7. Though this is a "porn battle", fics do not need to include adult content. You may write romance or simply two characters interacting platonically.
8.In the subject line, please use this format: [Title, Rating, Prompt #.] Please use MPAA-style ratings of G, PG, PG-13, R, NC-17. Use this handy guide for reference.
9. When leaving feedback, be careful to reply to the actual fic comment, and not the entire post, or the author might never see your feedback.
10. This battle will close on Tuesday, March 15, at 11:59pm EST.
PROMPTS
1. Lee gets a little tied up before CAP.
2. Saul Tigh wins the when-are-they-gonna-frak pool.
3. "The Major" shows up on Pegasus.
4. Kara finds Lee taking a bubble bath.
5. Lee acts like a jerk and needs to make amends.
6. Kara visits Lee in the Pegasus brig.
7. After a Cylon attack, the Pegasus starts progressively losing power across the ship, leaving Kara and Lee trapped in a pitch black room (damn power locks), alone.
8. On Kobol, Kara teases Lee about their spontaneous kiss when she returned home from Caprica. Alpha!Lee makes an appearance.
9. 10 seconds after Kara walks out in Scar, she comes back.
10. Fill in the missing sexytimes on New Cap.
11. Lee and Kara share a dirty!bad!wrong secret from when Zak was still alive.
12. On Earth, Kara asks Lee what he's going to do with the rest of his life. He grabs her and says "You". She doesn't poof.
13. Sam is revealed to be a Cylon right after Kara rescues him.
14. A bunch of pilots get leave time (Kara and Lee included, duh) and, instead of just sitting around drinking, they go to a dance club on Could Nine.
15. Kara boxes with Lee instead of Helo at the end of "Scar."
16. Lee plays a trick on Kara, J. Walter Weatherman style, trying to teach her a lesson.
17. Kara is a chopper pilot in Vietnam. She picks up Lee and a few wounded soldiers just this side of the enemy line.
18. Lee and Kara are Secret Service agents. They're on vacation with the Prez in Hawaii.
19. Kara and Lee are bounty hunters going after the same target.
20. Lee meets Kara two months after Zak's death. She's engaged to Sam Anders.
21. Kara is the CAG. Lee is the Captain of the Salpica. He's left his ship to join the fleet and train as a nugget.
22. Lee wanders into a D/s club on Cloud Nine.
23. Kara gives Lee the last tube of Tauron toothpaste. Why?
24. Zak tells Lee a secret about Kara.
25. Kara's last days on Galactica are spent putting her meager belongings into boxes to transfer over to the Atlantia. She finds a letter from Lee and it reminds her of the last time they were together.
26. Kara calls Lee out on his visits to Shevon.
27. Kara and Lee don't bother to hide their affair.
28. After the hanger bay fistfight about her night with Baltar, Lee follows Kara to apologize
29. From Razor, after Kara tells Lee she’s transferring back to Galactica, he throws her a private goodbye party
30. Kara thinks of a way to bring Lee out of his ‘post-spacewalk’ funk
31. Kara suggests to Lee a threesome with Laura, it turns out she meant christening the Blackbird Galactica-style
32. Lee and Kara are members of the X-Men. Snikt.
33. Noir detective-pilots.
34. 1 raptor, 2 pilots on a recon mission, and 3 hours to kill before their rendezvous with the G.
35. Lee has enough of Kara's innuendo and confronts her. In the shower.
36. A drunken game of one-upsmanship goes all the way because neither will admit being outdone and put a stop to it.
37. Alpha!Lee has had enough of Kara's brattiness and decides to show her who's in charge.
38. Kara and Lee's water fight on Cloud Nine gets them hot and bothered, and they decide to take it somewhere private.
39. Rather than Sam with his pyramid team, Kara finds Lee heading up the resistance on Caprica--he'd been leading a survival exercise when the Cylons nuked the Colonies.
40. One hard and fast frak during the mutiny, please.
41. Lee comforts Kara after Sam goes into the goo bath.
42. Kara comforts Lee after Dee's funeral. (
43. Lee doesn't exactly smack Kara in the mouth, but he does get her to follow orders.
44. Kara and Lee argue after she fails all of the nuggets in AoC. She doesn't step back.
45. Lee is the one with the "we've got to get what we can while we still can" speech in Scar.
46. Kara goes after Lee when Zak passes out in Daybreak.
47. Post CAP sexy times in shower. Sam goes to find Kara, Lee notices he's there, Kara doesn't. Lee's proves a point and doesn't stop.
48. Kara and Lee end up in the same bar on the Prometheus looking for hookups but find each other instead.
49. Kara's a soldier and Lee is the news reporter embedded with her squad.
50. One year before the G's decommissioning is planned the pilots are at the same transfer station waiting to go back to their ships after R&R.
51. Galactica's pilots play "Seven Minutes in Heaven" and Kara and Lee end up locked in a storage closet.
52. Kara loses a bet and has to kiss Lee in front of everyone in the rec room. Things get out of hand.
53. Kara shows up on Lee's first "date" with Dee and makes him an offer he can't refuse. (yeah, no shooting & no Billy dying is acceptable here)
54. Lee hears about Kara's yelling out his name when she's with Baltar and demands a re-enactment
55. Kara reflects on the differences between kissing her wingman, her lover, her superior officer, and her husband (all of whom happen to be the same man, ie. Lee).
56. A week after groundbreaking on New Caprica, Lee ends up confronting Kara over her marriage, and she his; mucho pilots-pushing-buttons, results in sex and (nonlethal) violence.
57. Drunken pilots exchange fantasies over shots; Lee and Kara stumble over their own while trying *not* to name the other.
58. Lee and Kara are roomies at the Academy; nature takes its course.
59. Kara doesn't let Lee get up off the bench he's laying on in Home Pt1.
60. A/U Crossover Kara and Lee are Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I want the fighting/frakking in the house scene.
61. Pilots in an elevator.
62. A/U Pilots are hot half naked professional surfers competing against each other
63. Pilots hurt/comfort where the hurt (injury/kidnapping/traumatic event of your choice) is only a gateway to a comfort (snuggles/talking about feelings/helping with recovery and physical therapy, etc)
64. Kara and Lee find an ice cream planet and proceed to get down and very dirty
65. Pilots are forced to share a rack
66. Pilots pretend to be a couple for some reason
67. Sexing spurred by "OMGs YOU ALMOST DIED! FOR REALS THIS TIME!"
68. Stealth!Snuggling Occurs (Possibly followed by denial!)
69. Lee gets hurt, Kara provides comfort (or vice-versa)
70. Lee saves Kara's life, gets a reward
71. The heating system breaks; pilots get naked
72. Grief!sex OVER SOMEONE OTHER THAN ZAK
73. 24 Hours Leave (Bow chicka bow bow!)
74. Stranded/Left behind by the rest of the fleet
75. Towel-related hijinks
76. Viper sex (define as you wish)
77. Food porn (define as you wish)
78. "We have to make a baby, the president said so!" (aka the Repopulation Lottery matches Lee and Kara, by accident or by someone else's design/tampering)
79. Clothing malfunctions!
80. Hand-over-mouth
81. one pilot catches the other self-pleasuring (bonus points for name-moaning!)
82. K/L get marooned on a desert island
83. Kara's a resident and Lee's a fresh-faced nurse
84. Kara finds Lee wet-dreaming(Kara's POV).
85. K/L are locked in a confined space.
86. It begins with an ill timed handshake
87. Sexing with clothes on.
88. "Manipulating" each other under the triad table.
89. Power outage
90. 'The kid is finally asleep'
91. Keeping quiet was half the fun
92. [Using a] Blindfold
93. Multiple positions and the one they hadn't tried yet
94. Lee tells Kara about Ellen Tigh's footsie incident. Kara takes great care to show Lee that he belongs to her.
95. Lee discovers that Kara has the last bar of chocolate in the fleet and begs her for just a small piece. She makes him work for it.
96. Cheesy anniversary presents.
97. Kara is put on bed-rest, Lee and the Old Man have to lock her in quarters to keep her from overdoing. Lee makes it up to her.
98. First date-night without the new baby.
99. Kara/Lee compete with Sharon/Helo for loudest sex.
100. PILOTS. SEX. ANY
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The Final Mutiny, NC-17, #40
Date: 2011-03-01 01:32 pm (UTC)http://dread-pirate.dreamwidth.org/4782.html
ETA: I've been told my content warning requires you to log in, but that it allows an LJ login. All this trouble just so my mother doesn't read my porn... :)
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Date: 2011-03-01 01:57 pm (UTC)Pretty smoking hot, lady! Way to kick off the battle! I especially admire Lee's ability to get right down to it! I have two stories in the works, both of which have a ridiculous amount of words before they even get to the FOREPLAY. Sigh.
Well done, well done!
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From:What She Needs, R, #59
Date: 2011-03-01 02:41 pm (UTC)“Lee?” It’s more a warning than a question, but his grin just grows wider, his eyes crinkling with amusement and Kara is suddenly furious. She can barely breathe with the anger filling her lungs and Kara snaps, lunges for the ball.
Lee is quicker though and he jerks away, stretching his arm out and back, practically horizontal on the wooden bench. Kara leans over him, swiping at his arm, but he wriggles up and out of her reach. It just makes her more angry and before she knows it, Kara is swinging a leg over the bench and over Lee, She sinks down, thighs straddling his ribs, and plants a hand against his chest, holding him down, while she grabs for the ball again. Lee’s breath wooshes out in a gush as she’s sitting on his diaphragm, but his grasp is still strong and suddenly Kara is yelling. “Give it back. GIVE IT BACK, LEE!”
“Whoa, whoa, Kara, okay, OKAY, here.” He gives her the ball finally and she grabs it, holds it to her chest for a split second, like it’ll be snatched from her again. Kara stares down at the pyramid ball, so incongruous here on a spaceship. Her fingers run over the grooved rubber of this horribly useless thing she was able to actually rescue from the planet she once called home. Then with a cry of disgust she hurls it away, watching as it bounces into a dusty far corner. Kara closes her eyes on a shuddering breath and scrubs her hands over her eyes, wishing she could rub away the images behind her eyelids too.
“Kara,” Lee’s voice is quiet and tentative, almost like he’s scared of her, and he’s shifting under her, but he can’t sit up with her on her chest. Kara doesn’t answer and she doesn’t move, unwilling—unable—to peel her hands away from her face, because she knows if she does it’ll all come tumbling out. Slowly, she feels Lee’s hands closing around her arms, and then he’s tugging, pulling her down to his chest, his arms circling her back and squeezing. She doesn’t struggle.
Lee’s breath is warm, his voice low in her ear as he murmurs. “Kara, hey, I’m sorry. It’s okay, it’s alright, you’re back. You’re home now.”
She wants to tell him this isn’t home and I went home and it was horrible but what comes out instead is just a stream of nonsense muttered into the warm, stubbled skin of his neck. She finally chokes out actual words “You don’t know. You don’t know what it was like. You have no frakking idea.”
Then he’s stroking her head, smoothing her hair, and Kara finally feels like she can breathe.
“You’re right, you’re right. I don’t know. But Kara, I’m your friend, and I love you,” her lips curve against his neck at the words, and it’s her first smile in hours, since she got here. When Lee had kissed her. “Whatever you need, if you want to talk about it…”
So she lifts her head and presses her lips to his, hard, muffling the stream of his conversation. Lee’s fingers curl, tangling in her hair and Kara cups his neck with her hands, holding him still. But he doesn’t move to break away and slowly she relaxes the pressure, her mouth softening against his. She pushes back, sliding down his body for a better position, and the sensation of all that hard muscle against her stomach and between her thighs suckerpunches her with desire suddenly. And Kara could almost cry because she wasn’t sure what the hell that skinjob did to her insides—a dim memory of him telling that blonde copy that he took her ovary tries to filter into her head but she closes the door on that line or thought—but this feels normal. This feels good.
Chasing the high, she kisses Lee without restraint, her lips and tongue claiming his. It’s several minutes before they break apart and his eyes are a little glassy, pupils dilated, when he breathes her name like a question.
She tilts her head down to his, fingers already working at the stiff fabric of his jacket even as her eyes fix on his. “You said whatever I need. This is what I need.”
What She Needs (http://taragel.livejournal.com/159765.html#cutid1)
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Date: 2011-03-01 03:34 pm (UTC)Re: What She Needs, R, #59
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Date: 2011-03-01 02:52 pm (UTC)What genuinely surprised Kara though, was not the fact that the CAG had gotten down off his high horse and come out dancing on Cloud 9 (It’s our first night of R&R in months, Lee, what are you gonna do? Lie in your rack and stare at the ceiling?), but that he was actually out on the dance floor with the rest of the squadron. More than that, he was actually pretty good.
And then he turned, and Kara suddenly saw the appeal to those pants. They were just a bit too snug in the back and they showed off a few of Apollo’s assets quite nicely. Not that she hadn’t seen that before, and more of it (nudity, battlestar, it’s a thing), but combined with the way he was moving… well she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Maybe those pants weren’t so bad after all.
It wasn’t until he spun again, his eyes meeting hers across the room that she realized she’d just been standing there, staring openly at Lee’s ass. Fortunately, Lee himself seemed oblivious; he was too busy trying to ward off Shocker, who was trying to drape herself over him. He shot her a look from the floor, as if to say save me.
A hero’s work is never done, Kara laughed to herself and tossed back the last shot before heading over to the dance floor. She slid easily between Shocker and Apollo, her hip brushing against his as it did. “Who knew you could dance, Lee,” she mused, raising her voice over the sound of the music.
“My mother made me take dance lessons.”
Kara raised an eyebrow.
Lee deflated a bit. “Ballroom dance.”
Kara laughed loudly, and let herself get lost in the music. In the crush of people she found herself pressed up against Lee time and again, their bodies moving together in time to the music. She didn’t know how long they were out there, with her heart pounding so hard she could hear blood rushing in her ears, before an overly enthusiastic Hot Dog bumped into her, shoving her up against Lee. Caught off guard, Lee’s hands came up, wrapping around Kara’s waist to steady her.
As Kara’s thigh pressed against his groin she could feel that he was rock hard. She bit back a groan at the thought. Lee Adama was hard. For her? She looked up, to see Lee’s gaze dipping down to the neckline of her black silk top, fixated on the bit of cleavage that was expose. Yup. Definitely for her. His eyes skipped back up to meet hers, dark and wide with lust.
Shit. He wanted her, maybe as much as she wanted him. There were a million reasons they should not do this, but they were lost in the pulse of the music. This was a night off—from cylons, from imminent death, from shifts and duty and maybe even themselves and the frakked up line they’d set up between themselves that couldn’t be crossed. Her eyes locked onto his with deadly aim. “Room?”
“Gods yes,” he breathed.
The rest of the fic is here! (http://community.livejournal.com/tulipfic/70247.html)
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Date: 2011-03-01 07:18 pm (UTC)As Lee Slumbers, NC17, #84
Date: 2011-03-02 02:52 pm (UTC)Hope I followed the rules correctly, if not, yell at me. I'm not very savy on LJ.
http://word-vomity.livejournal.com/5382.html
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Date: 2011-03-02 11:49 pm (UTC)Last Chance, NC-17, #29
Date: 2011-03-03 02:36 pm (UTC)Ticklish
Date: 2011-03-03 05:09 pm (UTC)100. PILOTS. SEX. ANY
Lee Adama’s touch is almost tentative. Feather soft and intimate as fingers skim lightly down her arm and up her back. It tickles and burns at the same time so her body reactively pulls away from the touch and she arches closer to him as she exhales a laugh. Lee groans at the contact and brings his mouth down to her neck. Again, his fingers lightly trail her side down to her hip as his lips have moved to her collar bone. She squirms and muffles a squeak.
“Kara,” he breathes exasperated, a statement and question all at once.
“Lee.” She mocks.
He raises his head to meet her eyes. “What…” he begins.
She cuts him off grabbing his wrist. “It tickles, ok?” She presses his palm more firmly against her hip. “Harder,” she grins.
Lee raises an eyebrow at her but doesn’t question it and follows orders like a good soldier.
Kara gives Lee an appreciative moan and pulls him closer still. She won’t admit, even to herself, that she is only ever ticklish when she’s nervous.
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Date: 2011-03-03 07:20 pm (UTC)Last Chance, The PG-13 Edition, #29
Date: 2011-03-04 03:54 am (UTC)short circuit, pg-13, #53 & #89
Date: 2011-03-04 07:08 am (UTC)53. Kara shows up on Lee's first "date" with Dee and makes him an offer he can't refuse.
89. Power outage (kind of)
Here's a sample:
Kara walks into the bar scanning it until she zeros in on who she’s looking for. Across the room Dee is sitting at a table staring through a glass divider at Lee who’s leaning against the bar apparently ordering drinks and getting an earful from non-other than Ellen Tigh. She smirks recalling his story of the first time Mrs. Tigh cornered him.
Kara makes a beeline towards the table sneaking up behind Dee, “Cubit for your thoughts,” she taunts just behind her.
“Starbuck!” Dee jumps almost falling off her chair and Kara can’t help but chuckle.
“The one and only.”
“What are you doing here?” Dee asks.
“Same as everyone else – a little R&R right?” she nods towards Lee and then winks at Dee who begins to fidget at the suggestion. “Well… maybe not so much with the rest part.”
“What do you need, Kara?” she asks obviously becoming annoyed at the seemingly pointless interruption.
“Since you asked, I need to borrow your date for about 10 minutes. 15 minutes max. I’ll bring him back good as new. Promise.” She grins.
“Why are you asking me? Shouldn’t you ask him?”
“I wasn’t asking.” Kara shakes her head. “Just thought you might like to know. I’m nothing if not considerate.” She nods as if agreeing with herself and smiles.
“Considerate and Starbuck don’t even belong in the same universe.” Lee pipes in as he rounds the corner with two fancy drinks in his hand. “Do you mind?” he motions towards the chair Kara has invaded.
“Not at all Captain fancy pants.” she says eyeing the fancy drinks with delicate umbrellas and bright rainbow colors before hopping off the chair. “Don’t get comfortable. I need your help with something.”
“Now?”
“Yep. Sorry, can’t wait. It will only take a few minutes, then you can return to this lovely lady here.” She tugs his arm pulling him out of the chair without waiting for a response.
“Wait...” he sighs glancing back to Dee when Kara doesn’t stop. "Dee, I'm so sorry. I'll be right back."
"What the frak Starbuck?! What's going on?"
"Remember when the firing range almost ran out of oxygen?"
His eyes snap up paying closer attention. "Yeah, why?"
"Seems some sensors in the wall panels are giving off strange readings and the old man asked me to check it out while I was here. I need an extra pair of hands to help me out for a minute."
"And you couldn't find anyone else?"
"Why would I do that when you’re already here?"
"Maybe because I’m a little busy?"
She laughs and nods back at Dee who is now looking more flustered by the second as Billy approaches her at the table. "Come on Apollo, it won't take more than ten minutes."
Glancing over at Dee trying to deal with Billy he sighs. "Fine."
REST IS HERE (http://wand3rlust.livejournal.com/42238.html)
Breaking, G, #30
Date: 2011-03-05 04:32 pm (UTC)“That’s just it Kara, I didn’t want to make it back alive.”
Any anger she was feeling dissolves away as Lee’s words echo in the small enclosure of his bunk. Kara just wants to touch him. She thinks back to the hug they shared before she was off to play assassin, before the battle, before the blackbird betrayed Lee leaving him floating, alone in the midst of explosions are stars. She needs to tether him so he won’t float away form her.
Her hand hovers between them, close enough that Lee shifts his eyes to her. A wave of heavy self-consciousness washes over Kara. The tension in her face, her hand vibrates through her whole body. Her bottom lips quivers. She’s caught by his blue eyes, more cloudy than she’s used to seeing them but powerful so she can’t look away.
Lee’s near hand slides from behind his head, awkwardly taking the hand that floats between them. He squeezes, and Kara can feel herself softening as though he’s pulling the anxiety right out of her which doesn’t seem fair. Her shoulders fall, and her spine loses its tautness. She lets go, sinking towards him landing with her head on his shoulder.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey,” she drawls back.
Untangling their fingers, Kara smooths her hand against his abs. She moves his tanks up to find the warmth of his skin, a reminder that he’s not floating out in the cold anymore. Lee lifts his hand to trace the lines of her face never taking his eyes from hers. She smiles at him, trying. Lee returns the gesture strained but there and slowly rolls on to his side, sliding his hand into her hair and pulling her closer.
Their lips meet, gentle at first but building to a deep crescendo. Then they both sigh and lay there stretched out on Lee’s bunk locked on each other. Lee deepens the twist of his hand in her hair. Kara rakes both hands under his tanks all the way to his chest to feel him breathe.
“I’m glad you made it back,” she whispers. Lee raises his eyes from hers and brings her head forward to lay his put against her forehead. Tears roll down his cheek and into Kara’s hair. Both pretend not to notice.
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From:Those Inevitable, R-ish, #8
Date: 2011-03-06 06:16 am (UTC)Teaser:
In their rainy shelter on Kobol Kara and Lee gave up trying to fill each other in on what they had missed, and awkward silence filled the gap between them.
Lee shifted uneasily. "So, about what happened when you got back, the, uh, the kiss."
"Look, Lee, we don't have to talk about it. Things just happen, sometimes. No big deal."
But even if they weren’t going to talk about it, now Kara was thinking about it. Just a chaste little mistake that had filled her up with so many feelings that Samuel T. Anders was rendered irrelevant. Even if kissing Lee meant nothing, had to mean nothing.
"You think it was an accident?" He growled. "My lips just happened to miss your cheek because I was so relieved to see you alive and safe in one piece?"
"Well, yeah." Kara admitted, trying to deny to herself that she was feeling anything like hope fluttering in her stomach.
“And then I just forgot to not tell you I love you while we were playing with that pyramid ball?” Lee pressed. “How dumb do you think I am, Kara? How dumb are you?”
“I.” Kara wiggled uncomfortably. Somehow the ground had gotten much harder in the last few minutes. “What are you trying to say, Lee? What are you telling me?”
“I already told you,” he insisted in a low hiss.
“Well your subtlety is clearly too advanced for dumb little me,” Kara spat back. “Because I’m so simple I don’t think I’d get it unless someone manned up and kissed me and told me he loved me all right in a little row that makes sense.”
It was a good thing that Kara was already sitting on the ground, because she didn’t see the tackle that knocked her backwards into the dirt coming at all.
“Oooof!” She exclaimed, looking up at Lee. His eyes were narrowed, jaw clenched, he looked appealingly dangerous.
The rest can be read at my fic journal (http://incendiarywits.livejournal.com/65574.html#cutid1).
Calm Down, PG, #7 (and I guess kind of #30 too), 1/2
Date: 2011-03-11 06:49 am (UTC)"Gods, calm down, Kara." Lee's voice was strained, and it had only been two minutes since the power had gone out.
"Calm down? It's a frakking cylon attack! They need us out there – Apollo!" She seemed to put all her frustration into stressing his call-sign, apparently in accusation at his lack of fighting spirit against the hatch.
He was tempted to sarcasm, but the thought that they may be stuck in here for hours and killed to boot made it seem pointless. As pointless at attempting to open a power-locked hatch with their bare hands and, oh yeah, no power. He just let the air out of his lungs in a slow breath, instead, as morbid thoughts about the ventilation system slid insidiously past the logic center in his brain and made straight for the panic center.
Distantly, he wondered if suffocating blind and boxed in was worse than asphixiating surrounded by explosions in the void. Lucky him, to be able to make comparisons.
Something as big as the Pegasus shouldn't be able to bounce, but that's what the impact felt like with nothing visual to orient by. They rattled around like pebbles in a box, and when the turbulence subsided, Lee jammed up against a corner with what seemed to be Kara's leg lying across his stomach.
"Frak me," she said breathlessly. "Lee, you okay?"
Short, sickly pants answered her.
"Lee?"
"I can't – the black –"
Kara had heard the sounds of hyperventilating before, but never from Lee, and the fierceness in her voice tried to hide how it frightened her.
"Lee! Get a grip!"
He was digging at his collar, as if that could loosen his throat. He hadn't been thrown around like that since ejecting from the Blackbird, and sense memory had taken over his body. Dimly, he felt her hands pawing at him, traveling up his chest, finding his face. He almost expected the slap, although even Kara Thrace couldn't land a shot in pitch darkness that was still shaking, and his ear crackled with pain.
What the hard sting couldn't do, the ridiculousness of it achieved as a jarring laugh burst out of him. "You screw-up," he gasped out, tauntingly. "Can't even hit a guy properly."
"Yeah, you try it in the dark sometime," she muttered, covering up the relief at his returning coherence. Letting her forehead drop down onto his chest was harder to disguise as a gesture of concern, although she'd definitely try if he called her on it.
He wouldn't. The overriding panic was gone, but his body was still shivering, half still floating in space and losing oxygen, half trapped in a small airtight room, and 100% convinced it was going to die.
Kara had always been disturbingly astute when it came to his body. "You're flashing back," she said, not even bothering to make it a question.
"Yeah," he hissed out, squeezing his eyes shut so he could see something, even if it was only painful greenish patterns. Which started looking like explosions. His eyes flew open again.
Even spun out as he was, he recognized the sound of the woman half-lying on him thinking something he was going to end up regreting. Before she could say anything, another impact rocked the ship. It wasn't as bad as the first, but if Kara weren't across him he'd be in a fetal position by now.
"Lee." Her hands came up, found his face, settling over the smarting imprint of her last contact. "Lee, stay with me. I need you to focus on me. You're going to be okay, I need you to focus on me."
Her voice was firm, authoritative, a touchstone against the way reality roiled around him. Of course, she always had been. But as the deck jerked underneath him, it wasn't enough. A quiet but sharp cry was torn from him without his permission at all.
"Okay, we need to – to change what your body's – feeling," she said, decision already made.
Calm Down, PG, #7 (and I guess kind of #30 too), 2/2
Date: 2011-03-11 06:50 am (UTC)Maybe he should have expected the kiss, too. Gods knew there was nothing he didn't expect from this woman, which made it strange how often she could take him by surprise. But he didn't fight her. He just let his eyes drift closed again and tightened his arm around her back, anchoring her against him while her lips fought sensation against sensation for him in his body.
No doubt about it, he thought as he lost himself in the textures and taste of her mouth, only Kara could come up with such an insane way of staying sane. But as usually seemed to happen with her, it was working.
When he felt himself more in control, he pulled back, panting. "We should keep still," he said, trying to get his voice to smooth out. "Conserve air."
Her little moan was wry, but she dug her nose affectionately into his collarbone. "Yes, sir," she said, putting as much insolence into the word as possible. She knew he was right. "But if you need kissing again...."
He couldn't resist gliding his lips down her cheekbone, hearing her sensitized reaction to the caress in the dark with satisfaction. He dipped to the corner of her mouth and flicked it with his tongue, then drew back, refusing to ignite anything that would really burn up the air. He smiled at the way she moved against him, accepting the situation, storing up wrath for a later date, and settled in for the wait.
"You'll be the first to know," he whispered.
A/N: First BSG fanfic. \o/ The spiral gets wider....
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From:That Storage Locker, G, #2
Date: 2011-03-14 04:40 am (UTC)As Saul rounded the corner towards the pilots’ rec room, he heard something from the storage locker just to his right. He shuffled slowly towards the door, leaning his ear ahead of him. One of the things he was most interested in keeping out of the ranks was fraternization. A co-ed military brought the best and the brightest to the service, but it also opened the door to feelings. Feelings could be very dangerous things in the heat of battle. When he heard the echo of silence from the little metal room, the OX thought he should move on to his intended destination, but the still was followed up by the telltale grunts of sex, no doubt between officers under his watch.
He inched closer to the door, pausing to check up and down the hallway for on lookers. His intention may be honorable, but he was still about to press his ear up to the cold gray of the hatch and listen. He needed to know which of the pilots were breaking regs after all so Saul nodded firmly to himself and pressed. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the voices he could just barely hear beyond the locker’s hatch. The animalistic noises were common enough until he heard that laugh. It was her laugh, Starbuck’s laugh. Saul narrowed his eyes and shook his head. Starbuck had enough sense not to fool around with any of the other pilots. It was kind of infuriating.
Then the grizzled OX heard the other voice clear as if they were in the same room. Lee Adama cooed her name as the laughter died down. Saul furrowed his brow and checked the date on his watch. Once upon a time the date feature had seemed silly and antiquated but in the depths of space, fighting day in and day out, it was nearly his sanity, to know where he was in time not just on the ship. He chuckled to himself as he moved on from the storage locker. Non-descript as it was, he would never forget it for his watch revealed that today was Saul Tigh’s day in the Chief’s When Will Starbuck and Apollo Finally Do It Pool. Reg were regs but he could make a little money and pick up a good bottle of ambrosia before they had to be enforced.
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Date: 2011-03-14 04:34 pm (UTC)Was the OX intentional or did you mean XO?
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Date: 2011-03-14 04:54 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed.
Auld Acquaintance #3 "The Major" shows up on Pegasus, NC-17
Date: 2011-03-19 01:37 am (UTC)Auld acquaintance
The hangar bay echoes with cheers, laughter, and the hubbub of hundreds of excited conversations as the two battlestars’ crews mingle. Men and women in uniform saluting Galactica and Pegasus in turn, cursing the Cylons to Hades and beyond; toasts discreetly raised in the maintenance office – he can see them slipping into the office for refills of Chief’s moonshine from up here. The celebratory mood is infectious, and Lee smiles as he leans over the railing on the concourse above the deck.
The festive atmosphere is so rare – after the long months on the run, it feels like a luxury – and he, for one, is glad they have found a well-armed battlestar to share the burden of protecting the Fleet. Here and there, in the crowd milling below him, people fall into each other’s arms as they come across someone they’ve either met before, or maybe just heard of – any hint of previous acquaintance making the new crewmembers stand-ins for their vanished friends and families… Lee wonders briefly if he’ll run into anyone who was at flight school with him, or served on Atlantia, before dismissing the thought.
Still, he too feels the pull of the great love-in, so he steps down from his perch and into the melee. As it happens, the second person he runs into, a tall ginger-haired man a little older than him, looks oddly familiar.
“Major Toledo, Science Officer,” the man says, extending a hand. “But everyone calls me Red.”
“Captain Adama, CAG. Lee.”
It’s a strong handshake, and the man seems pleasant enough; until Kara pushes past him with a drink in hand, and he sees recognition dawning on Toledo’s face. At which point Lee realizes why the guy looked so damned familiar, and the general feeling of goodwill that’s been suffusing him turns sour. Kara’s enthusiastic response as the newcomer grabs her in a bear hug seals the change in mood.
It’s that godsdamned Major from Virgon or wherever, that he caught Kara with, a long time ago, before the end of the world.
Frak that, he thinks bitterly, because, really, what are the odds?
At that point he notices Kara looking at him, the guilt in her eyes saying clear as daylight that she too remembers that night, although she was so drunk it’s a miracle her brain cells survived.
“Happy reunion, Lieutenant,” he hisses. “Better not overdo the booze this time.”
He turns away, vaguely conscious of Toledo’s startled reaction, and jostles his way through the crowds, intent on getting out of there. All of a sudden, the jolliness feels stifling.
He’s just through the nearest hatch and into the corridor when Kara catches up with him.
“Lee, wait up!”
He freezes.
“Just give me a break, Starbuck.”
“It’s not what you think…”
Lee wheels around.
“What I think? What do you even know about what I think?”
“Come on, Lee, I can tell you recognized the guy. But it was a lifetime ago. Can’t you let it go? He’s just another human being and the gods know we’re running low on people these days.”
“Yeah, and you cheated on Zak with him,” Lee says, his voice flat, and she narrows her eyes at him.
“I didn’t frak him and you know it – hell, you had to come stick your nose into my business – so I really don’t get why you’re so frakking pissy about it.”
“You should be grateful I stopped you.”
“What, because you were looking out for Zak? Please – give me a break!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She rolls her eyes in that infuriating way of hers and shakes her head.
“Nothing, Lee. Just…forget it.”
She turns on her heels and is about to head back to the deck party when Lee steps into her way. This is getting beyond irritating, and he just can’t deal with the thought of her walking back straight into the Major’s arms.
“You have something to say, Kara, spit it out.”
“Fine,” she says, her tone rising. “You were keeping an eye on me all right, but it had frak all to do with Zak and you know it.”
He can feel the blood draining from his face and it takes all his self-control to stop his voice from shaking.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Kara.”
the whole fic here (http://elzed.livejournal.com/116138.html)
prompt #100 For Old Times' Sake
Date: 2011-03-20 08:40 am (UTC)And I am trying to coax my muse to write part four of the series for one of these prompts too. So here goes:
Series Summary: Starbuck and Apollo are the best pilots in the fleet. In the air, they have perfect synchronicity; on the ground, not so much. Six ficlets, interconnected but standalone.
Fic Title: For Old Times' Sake
Rating: MA for descriptions of sex
Spoilers: This part, miniseries and 33.
Pairings: Kara/Lee, mentions of Kara/Zak
Wordcount: ~1100
Summary: “You’re Apollo,” she tells him, “And I’m Starbuck. And this is just a frak between friends, okay?”
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()Part Three: For Old Times Sake
(http://lotus79.livejournal.com/154259.html)***
(http://lotus79.livejournal.com/137164.html) (http://lotus79.livejournal.com/137399.html)
Collision Course, (will be) R, #45 (and maybe #9, don't know yet)
Date: 2011-03-20 03:17 pm (UTC)Six Times Starbuck and Apollo Frakked
or
Five Times Starbuck and Apollo Couldn't Get the Timing Right (And Once When Time Was All They Had)
(for earlier parts, see comment above)
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Part Four: Collision Course
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Kara’s on a downward spiral and she doesn’t know how to stop it. Beano, Reilly, Jolly, Dipper and now BB. They’re dying quicker than she can train them up.
And then there’s Sam. Sam’s not her fault, not really – he chose to stay on Caprica knowing he’d die there. But she promised to bring back the cavalry and she hasn’t.
Never mind that she’s done everything short of steal another ship and go AWOL again (she knows this time they would not wait for her. Not even the old man.)
There was nothing she could do for any of them. But godsdammit there should have been.
She drinks until all their faces are a distant blur.
~ * ~
As CAG, it’s Lee’s job to keep morale up. He waves BB's skin mag in the air and calls for bids amid cheers and catcalls.
It’s not that the pilots don’t feel bad at the loss of another of their own. The bravado is necessary – otherwise they might have to acknowledge any one of them could be next.
Hotdog offers the highest bid.
~ * ~
Eventually the party (the wake) draws to a close. One by one the pilots leave the rec room and go find their bunks.
They’re all lightweights, Kara thinks.
Lee stays with her. She worries that he’s going to try to talk to her, figure out what her problem is, save her like he always does. But instead he refills both their glasses and drains his in five gulps. She does the same and pours them each another.
~ * ~
He’s frowning into his glass now, maudlin all of a sudden. They’ve lost so many pilots now that he can’t even remember their faces anymore. They all blur together. He says as much and Kara shakes her head.
“I can’t even remember their names,” she confesses.
He thinks hard. Still can’t pick up the faces but most of the names are still there. Flattop. Chuckles. Stepchild. Jolly. All gone in a blaze of glory. “You know the President says that we're saving humanity for a bright, shiny future on Earth that you and I are never gonna see,” he reflects. Catches her eye. “We're not. Because we go out over and over again until someday, some metal motherfrakker is gonna catch us on a bad day and just blow us away.”
Kara can’t help but nod in agreement. “Bright shiny futures are overrated anyway,” she offers.
Lee tosses the last of his drink back and slams the empty glass down on the table. “That’s why we gotta get what we can right now.”
~ * ~
“I’ll drink to that.” Kara sips her own drink, wondering what Lee’s getting at. He waits patiently for her to finish and she takes the opportunity to study him over the lip of her glass. She thinks maybe something’s been up with him since she got back from Caprica only she’s been too preoccupied with thoughts of Sam to notice.
She drinks the last drop and puts the glass down. He’s gazing at her intently and she shivers.
~ * ~
“So why don’t we?” he presses. He leans towards her and slides his hand up her leg just far enough to make his point. Watches her bite her lip as she considers the suggestion.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Captain?” she asks, already leaning in.
He’s always been told that it’s rude to talk with his mouth full, so he doesn’t answer.
(TBC)
Re: Collision Course, (will be) R, #45 (and maybe #9, don't know yet)
Date: 2011-03-20 04:00 pm (UTC)He’s always been told that it’s rude to talk with his mouth full, so he doesn’t answer.
And this, btw, is about the sexiest thing I've read in a long while.
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From:Shturmoviks over Kazahkstan, NC-17, #70
Date: 2011-03-21 04:09 am (UTC)Shturmoviks over Kazahkstan
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"Don't I deserve something a little more?"
Kara looked at him carefully, then pulled back and poured another shot, handing it to him with shaking hands. He looked at her again, and it was too much.
She knocked the cup out of his hand and, almost to fast to realize what had happened, had him backed up hard on the lockers. She hoped everyone else had left by now, and if they hadn't, that was just how it was. She attacked his mouth hard, hardly kissing and more devouring, pushing up her hips to his, grinding back and forth as she licked into his mouth, moaning at his forcible response, tongues entwining and pushing together, his hands grasping the fullness of her breasts as she tore hands through his dark hair, panting through her nose, mouth being otherwise occupied.
She had long since closed her eyes, and let herself be lost in feeling him. She finially, reluctatly pulled back, lips and tongue stinging with his taste as they attacked each others clothes. She pulled up his tank top and fastened herself to a small nipple, suckling firmly, tasting his limey, salty skin as he groaned and hands settled on her head. She detached from him and watched him as he tore open her suit and pulled back the far-too dense layers, finally pulling out a breast and stroking for a second before sucking as she had, and it felt so delicous she didn't want to move, back arching into his mouth, womb stirring in anticipation. She opened her eyes and pulled his head off before she could change her mind and pushed her hands down his body, unzipping and pulling out his length, already hard and swollen, her mouth somehow going dry and watering both at the sight. She gave a light squeeze and Lee gasped into her shoulder, Kara grinning at the sound.
Quickly she undid her pants and pulled them down and off, ripping off her unders too. She hesitated for just a second, then looked him in the eye, grabbed his shoulders, and hoisted herself up, for a moment her head above his, then sank down over him. She let out a long, quiet groan, eyes tightly shut, before squeezing and pulling up, then down again, both groaning as she enveloped him entirely, a blessedly warm and tingling pull shaking though her insides. Lee sucked at her neck, warm breath pulsing out over her hot, sweaty skin as she bucked again and again, the point of pleasure deep inside growing and growing and growing until it filled her and she was going to explode, and then she arched and gasped tremously, the energy expanding without and inhibiting her abilty to even think about anyhthing else as Lee took up the thrusting, going deeper and faster, riding her orgasm to the very top, where a shockwave of heat and power raced though her veins and filled them with liquid perfection, and suddenly it was done, and she sagged against him, and they both slid to the floor.
Kara pulled off him weakly, and relaxed against the hard concrete tile. Lee murmurmed something, and she looked over, seeing with hazy vision his cock, still hard and straining. She smiled wide. "Sorry...It's your reward, Lee. I sort of forgot. You saved my life..." She shifted over to straddle his lap and took him in hand, leaning over to kiss him hard, nose flat against his cheek as she pulled both hands over his length, tightly, and he groaned, and she grinned. "No? Still not enough, huh?", she murmored into his mouth. Kara leaned down and sucked him into her mouth, tasting his heat, and he surged upwards, groaning her name. She smiled around him and kept going, taking him deeper, deeper, until a hand on his tightning balls told her he was close. She pulled off and stroked him the rest of the way, sucking back up his body to his mouth and kissing him again, noticing his face was tight, focused on the heat, eyes closed.
She gave him one more push, and he boiled over with a cry, his hot, fiery thick come flowing all over her hands, jerking once, twice and again.
She wiped her hand on his tank top, smirking slightly, and settled in beside him, waiting for him to come down from his high.
Re: Shturmoviks over Kazahkstan, NC-17, #70
Date: 2011-03-22 02:25 am (UTC)Kara certainly knows how to make Lee keep up good work.
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