I'm taking LJ to Court! *grumbles*

[kag523.livejournal.com]

 

Congratulations Shippers!   You were out in FINE FORM yesterday and we broke 100 fabulous comments – including fantastic fiction, vids and more!  So seeing as today is Tuesday – and we’ve had time to warm up our creativity – I challenge you to bring out see even more participation today!  In fact... your NEW requirement is now 75 comments per manip.  (Come on... I KNOW you can do it!)  So for every 75 comments, I will put together a MANIP (again, to a max of 5.)

Today’s Sweeps week topic is Lee Adama’s favourite television drama: Law and Order... and in connection, lawyers.  The Tuesday No_Takebacks Challenge ?

Closing Arguments

Throughout Kara and Lee’s lengthy (if not always public) relationship, there’s been a fair share of blame for why things didn’t work out.  It’s interesting to hear non-K/L shippers talk about the dysfunction of their relationship, and not be able to see the impossible connection that others of us (like the members of this comm) find undeniable. 

So let’s put a stop to that, shall we?  There MUST be a reason we all feel this way.  And wishy washy doesn’t cut it, peeps...

I WANT PROOF!

Your task today is to:

1)      Find / create (go ahead and tamper) EVIDENCE that PROVES they are meant to be together.

2)      This evidence can be in ANY form you wish: written, screencapped, manipped, vidded or otherwise.  As long as it demonstrates beyond a shadow of a doubt that Lee and Kara were MEANT to be together.  (Check out ddt73’s HOT vid from yesterday and you’ll see that a picture is often worth at thousand words...)

3)      PUBLISH this evidence in the comments.

4)      And as always... when you’ve tossed in your two cents, come on back to comment / argue / extend / respond to other people’s comments.  This is where the comment thread REALLY build up... so get commenting!  My Photoshopping skills are just WAITING for the challenge!  :>D

(Canadians can watch the video on youtube HERE)

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And that (hopefully) solves the epic FAIL of LJ today.

*ends rant*

Happy Tuesday everyone!  K :>D

Comments

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Aw...your vid is blocked by YouTube. Might want to try vimeo.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

I think (hope) I have it now. I`m going to make an avi version for download if I can since everything is going nuts. GAH!

Second Chances (1/2)

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Lee's heart is pounding hard when he runs across the flight deck and scoops Kara up into his arms. It's been two hellish months of trying to get over her death, a thing he thought might never happen. She smells like tylium and sweat and the plastic smell that flight suits never lose. It's the scent of her and the feel of her and then the sound of her voice answering his declaration that pins him to her existence.

"Oh, gods, I missed you, Kara. I missed you."

"Okay, okay. Me, too."

Tears are coming down his cheeks in front of the entire flight deck but he doesn't notice, just grips harder and buries his face in her neck. Joy, brighter than anything he's ever felt, surges up inside him, white and hot and blazing with a sharp metallic tang. This is the moment he's dreamed about, losing himself in sleep whenever he could get it, Dee facing away from him in their narrow rack.

Other footsteps approach: Sam. She turns her head and loosens her grip and for a second he can't let it happen and then she pushes him harder away and approaches her husband. Lee's hand lingers and he watches them. For a brief second he feels bonded to Sam, sharing some rush of happiness that she's back, alive, unbelievably alive.

There's a shuffle of feet and a booming voice. "Starbuck." His father orders the guards and Kara's confused as hell.

"My ship's clock reads six hours and change."

"Then your clock's wrong, Kara. Sam's telling you the truth. We thought you were dead." His voice almost breaks when he says the words, then he stutters, wanting to say more, to scoop her into his arms again.

Kara steps back, shocked and stares up at the Admiral, and before he can say another word, the Marines are hauling her off to sick bay. He glances at Sam, nods and follows. He's not done.

Second Chances (2/2)

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Lee's pacing outside of the curtain where Doc Cottle is examining Kara. He can hear every word and refuses to step away when Ishay says something about patient confidentiality. He's spent two months grieving and he'll be godsdamned if anyone's telling him to move. He hears her voice, sarcastic and maybe just a little scared as the Doc asks questions. He can tell it's starting to dawn on her, what has happened, that everyone thought she'd died. When the doc leaves, Lee steps in.

She's sitting on the bed, her flightsuit stripped down around her waist. She looks up and gives him a half smile. "I really know how to make an entrance, huh?" He blinks and then they laugh. A good long laugh that sucks the tension right out of the room. "Yeah, Kara. You always do."

He sits at the end of the bed and looks at her, takes in her face, every single feature as if she still might disappear or he might wake up and realize it's a dream. He's had them before. He and Kara standing in a green field and then she's gone, poofed away when he turns around to speak to her. His hands would clench unconsciously in his sleep, reaching out for something that was gone and he'd wake with the smell of fresh grass in his nose.

That's all done now and he's feeling sharp and bright and completely connected to her as they sit in the unromantic confines of the white curtain in sick bay.

She doesn't really meet his eyes, just stares past him and he imagines she's trying to take it all in. "We thought you were dead." He swallows hard against stinging eyes. "You have no idea, Kara. No frakking idea what that was like." His voice does break because he can't stop it and her eyes flash to him.

"Lee..." she says, using that tone she always does when she wants to slow him down, make him stop talking because maybe he'll say something she isn't ready to hear. He ignores her.

"No, Kara. I'm saying it. I'm saying what I should have said all those months ago when I had the frakking chance. I love you. I can't frakking sit here and pretend we're just going to be friends. I can't."

Her eyes are wide and she opens her mouth to speak, but he raises a hand to stop her. "No, let me finish. You disappeared into that storm. I saw it. You ripped out my frakking guts and didn't come back. I nearly didn't come back. I thought about it. I almost went in after you - but dad was screaming at me over the comm. I couldn't do it." He takes a breath. His words are tumbling out and he can't really stop them. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't go in after you."

All the guilt he didn't even know he was holding came back in a rush of emotion. He thought it was because he trusted her, ignored that she might not be okay, and then she'd died anyway. It hadn't been that at all. It'd been the deep feeling that he'd abandoned her, left her alone to die in that storm and then came back to live. His throat is tight, aching, and his words suddenly dry up. He looks at her and she's watching him.

"Don't even frakking say that, Lee. Don't you ever do that. Don't you ever think about getting yourself killed." Her words are hot and angry and her eyes are getting red. There's something powerful and undeniable between them, that unrelenting connection that's pushed both of them to hurt and cheat and do things Lee can barely stand to think about.

There's a heavy silence between them, with things half-said, maybe too much that's been said. He doesn't know where to go from here and he stares hard at the wall behind the bed as the tension slowly eases around them.

"So, you love me?" Kara asks, her tone so light and warm that it's almost as shocking as her return.

"What?" He blushes deep red. "Yeah. I do." He puts his hand on her leg and squeezes. She puts her hand over his.

"Well, what are you waiting for then?" She gives him a look full of promise, leans forward and pulls him into a kiss.

Re: Second Chances (2/2)

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

He thought it was because he trusted her, ignored that she might not be okay, and then she'd died anyway. It hadn't been that at all. It'd been the deep feeling that he'd abandoned her, left her alone to die in that storm and then came back to live.

I love this. <3 I believe it.

(And oof! The Poof Dream!)

Re: Second Chances (2/2)

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't go in after you."

Right here. You had me right here. guh. Beautiful.

Re: Second Chances (2/2)

[ecstaticdance.livejournal.com]

This is beautiful. And it gets right to the crux of what Kara is to Lee. She's everything.

And this?

"Yeah. I do."

This is all he ever needed to say. &hearts

Re: Second Chances (2/2)

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

This is so gorgeous H. So frakkin' gorgeous. I'm completely choked up. No one writes Lee like you do. Now I want to write a Kara counterpart to this!

*slow clap* Fantastic, beautiful and heartbreaking … love, love, love.

&hearts

Re: Second Chances (2/2)

[ddt73.livejournal.com]

This is really good. This is what should have happened. :)

[ddt73.livejournal.com]

Well first off Karin, now you know why Pilotography is on a Russian site! Otherwise systematically it would all be taken down probably.

Anyway I like to present to the "court", three hard pieces of evidence that they were meant to be.:


             Lee and Kara on NC                              End of UB                          Six of One - Ext Brig Scene

 

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

You know, I was going to say the 100% proof positive is the Brig Scene, so *high fives* your great evidence gathering skills and powers of persuasion Mr. D. You win!

[themonkeytwin.livejournal.com]

If it please the court, I would like to submit six pieces of evidence, to wit:

– One silver ring, formerly worn by Kara Thrace in what was considered to be an expression of loyalty to her engagement to one Zak Adama (deceased).

– One military dogtag, formerly belonging to Kara Thrace, given to Samuel Anders (deceased) on Caprica as a promise to return.

– One arm tattoo (photograph of), sported by Kara Thrace as a sign of marriage to Samuel Anders (deceased) in lieu of a wedding ring.

– One arm tattoo (photograph of), sported by Samuel Anders (deceased) as a sign of same.

– One silver wedding ring, worn by Leland Adama to signify his marriage to Anastasia Dualla (deceased).

– One silver wedding ring, worn by Anastasia Dualla (deceased) to signify same.

*waits out the uproar*

... and I argue:

[themonkeytwin.livejournal.com]

Members of the jury (or tribunal), you can see for yourself the reaction to these six tokens. Perhaps you wonder why I would present these visible symbols of commitment, undeniable in their intent, to make my case for the fundamental, indisputable connection between Kara Thrace and Lee Adama. Why, in the examination of this elusive, maddening, ever star-crossed relationship, I would urge you to examine the concrete evidence of their other unions, especially as I have nothing of this kind to offer on behalf of the two of them together. No tattoo, no trinket, no ring, no memento, nothing.

Not a single thing.

*significant pause*

And perhaps, now that we take a moment, this very lack begins to strike us in its significance.

Tell me this: when Anastasia Dualla laid her wedding ring down, moments before committing suicide, did that gesture make you rage against the final, ultimate severance of their relationship?

Did Samuel Anders's winged tattoo, flying with him on his final flight into the heart of the sun, fill you with the need and certainty of seeing that tattoo reunited to hers on the "other side"?

No? What about this: without the benefit of any visible ties testifying to you of their enduring connection with one another, did you physically revolt at the sight of the enforced separation of Kara Thrace and Leland Adama upon the surface of Earth 2.0, a separation colloquially refered to as "the infamous *poof*"? Did you sense the rending of a whole, a relationship that had weathered the very worst the universe and even the people in the relationship could throw at it? Did you feel the disservice – were you dismayed by the end of the relationship that survived and even thrived in the end of worlds?

If your answer is yes, have you asked yourself why this is? Is it possible – even likely – that these concrete, discrete expressions of allegiance, while real in what they symbolize to the extent that they can, do not reflect the deepest spiritual reality? That, in fact, they cannot?

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury (or tribunal), I submit that this is, in fact, the case. That the connection between Kara Thrace and Leland Adama is on a plane that cannot be reduced to a symbolic representation. Not a ring, not even a pattern of ink on their living skins.

Think of all the times Kara Thrace disappeared, even died or seemed to die. Was a piece of the material universe needed to guarantee she would return to Leland Adama's side?

Think of all the times Leland Adama rejected Kara Thrace, and vice versa. Think of all the times they frakked up their relationship, and themselves, and on how many levels. No visible sign linked them, but there was no power in the universe that could keep them from reuniting, no matter how much distance, time, and events had separated them.

Think of the destinies and responsibilities placed separately on these two individuals, the people and even the gods who laid the burdens of carrying the human and cylon races to their final safe haven. And think of how, in spite of these separate, equally crushing demands of the most powerful forces around them leading them on different paths, they always found the way to bring their paths back together.

But how could they do otherwise? They were tasked to pursue their paths with all the considerable strength of their hearts and souls. How could their paths then fail to conform to hearts and souls that were bound on the most elemental level?

Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is my evidence. Not these ornaments that can be held in my hand, seen and weighed and measured, and ultimately only serving as markers of lesser relationships, ones that needed external reinforcement. My evidence needs no evidence. My evidence cannot be carried into this courtroom in a box. It cannot be touched or seen by our eyes. My evidence is more real than that, and so is their connection.

I rest my case.

Secrets Part 3: Revealing (1/2)

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Three days after returning from their two days on Could 9, Lee forgets to give Kara back the silver ring. His father catches the glint of silver in the dim concentrated light of CIC and blanches. Bill Adama follows the shine around the dark room. Lee’s calm leadership is eclipsed by the silver slash around his left ring finger. Admiration is replaced by a stunned, boiling rage until Bill finds he’s backing away, unable to move fast enough or tear his eyes from the ring.

*** *** ***

He may be the Admiral of the Colonial Fleet but Bill feels only the part of a father while he awaits his son and Kara Thrace in his quarters. He’s not sure it’s the right venue, but the churning in his stomach, the desperate need to protect, keeps him rooted in his familiar. This space is his home, has been and will be. He relishes the sanctuary, the art and the souvenirs of life lived well and long.

Kara’s wearing tanks and fatigues when she arrives, out of place for a reprimand. The father in Bill wants to have her change, but there’s something comforting about Kara in her usually garb so he lets it go, nodding without a word of greeting. She stands stiffly at ease as her commander paces a furrow behind the heavy wooden desk. With a jerk he pulls open a drawer and produces a small, gray, velvet box and stomps away.

A few tense minutes later, Lee Adama enters, still straight and proper from his watch. He glances with n frantic pace from his father to Kara and back again. His eyes go wide as Bill Adama takes up a position in front of his desk. Kara follows without pause, but Lee hangs near the hatch until he’s beckoned with a sharp hand to join them. Bill meets his eyes and glares the glare of a father, nearly smirking as his son sinks into a more subordinate pose.

“What were you thinking?” Bill barks into the face of Kara Thrace, suddenly ignoring his son entirely.

“What, sir?” Kara’s brow knits, but her tone is neither confused nor contrite. At her side, Lee stays silent, waiting out the storm.

“Did you ever love him?” His jaw is firmly set, his eyes filled with ire, his words spitting towards her. “Or did you just need a toy to play with? Did my son mean nothing to you?”

“He was every… Of course, I… Zak gave me my… My heart.” She gasps, coming on stronger than anyone would have guessed.

“That you give away as though it were nothing!” Bill’s shout echoes in the room, rocking knick knacks on the shelves.

“Not nothing, sir…” Kara snaps back.

“Nothing!” Bill roars.

“Stop it! Just stop it!” Lee’s voice shakes, and it would be easy to discount his words, but he steps towards his father, his Admiral. “Don’t…”

“Don’t what? My CAG is breaking frat regs with his lead pilot. My son is frakking his dead brother’s fiancé. This is conduct unbecoming an officer. You should be in the brig. You should be ashamed. I will not stand for this kind of disrespect! I will not!” Bill Adama slams his fist back into his desk. Small items, the gray, velvet box included jump across the desk. His son and the woman he has tended like a daughter flinch before him.

“It’s not your choice,” Lee forces his voice steady and calm. “It’s not your choice who I love.”

For a blink, Bill Adama goes blank trying to make sense of his son’s words, their simplicity. “Who,” he finally whispers.

“Everything,” Kara starts out the quiet. Both men snap to look at her. “He’s everything. Zak gave me my heart, but Lee’s…” Her face drops to the floor. Her bottom lips sucks quickly in and out of her mouth. She sniffs, “Lee’s my soul.”

(http://s784.photobucket.com/albums/yy126/scifishipper/BSG/?action=view&current=vlcsnap-1725912.png)

Re: Secrets Part 3: Revealing (2/2)

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Bill watches as Lee’s hand comes up and runs down her cheek. The ring, Joseph Adama’s ring, his father’s ring, is open to the room as he moves. Kara turns into his touch, her eyes hinting at tears. The feeling that Bill’s an intruder in his own space forces a hasty retreat. He rounds the desk, pulls paper work from a rarely used drawer and scribbles his name. He leaves the two, cornerless sheets askew at the center of the blotter, topping them with the velvet box before tromping from the room.

*** *** ***

In ensuing the silence, Lee snatches up the jewelry box and flips the lid, revealing another silver ring. It features delicate scroll work like the old tattoos of Tauron with an edging matching the ring Lee wears. Kara touches her finger along its curve.

“It was my grandmother’s,” he breathes.

“It’s beautiful,” she smiles

“I think he left it for you.” The corners of Lee’s mouth twitch up as Kara holds out her hand for him.

Then he catches the papers on the blotter. They’re official, formal printing and seals. One requesting married quarters, outdated, but real. The second Lee has to pick up there are many of the lines left unfilled. Reading quickly down the page with Kara peering over his arm, he gets to the signature of Admiral William Adama before it sinks in. This piece of paper will make their marriage real in the eyes of the Colonies, not just the gods.

Kara snatches up a pen and shoves it at Lee. They sink to the floor together, almost giggling as they fill in names of grandparents and try to remember what day it was they stood in the chapel holding hands. Finally, when Lee has their histories spelled out, Kara leans against his shoulder and the desk. She sets her left hand atop his so their rings line up and grins broadly. Lee kisses her nose and sighs.

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love this vid. The song is perfect. :D

[anamarya.livejournal.com]

I'm the happiest person around. and this after my very tragic-comic but epic trip to Italia from last week and during a week full of deadlines.

I'm so OMGs right now L&O and BSG is even more like out this world than italian pizza and german beer :)
I knew that this week will be made of awesome but today's vid was a BIG surprise.
thank you.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

*hugs* THANK YOU! :>D

[tee-sama.livejournal.com]

I think this is the first time I've heard of youtube blocking something for US users while I can still watch it o.o

Anyway. Since I always enjoy what you guys come up with, I figured it's time I take part too. So. Here it is. But it's a little too big so I've linked it to my journal xD

(http://tee-sama.livejournal.com/18407.html#cutid1)

[kag523.livejournal.com]

This is GORGEOUS! Just - WOW!!! <3

A manip (that I owed you from yesterday) for H's fic!

[kag523.livejournal.com]

(http://s931.photobucket.com/albums/ad159/kag523/No%20Takebacks/?action=view&current=OnHospitalBed.jpg)

Re: A manip (that I owed you from yesterday) for H's fic!

[kag523.livejournal.com]

C'mon guys - GET COMMENTING!!!!

[anamarya.livejournal.com]

The hour is as it is here (aka 2 am) so trying to find some time for actually doing something creative will have to wait. So i decided to just start a list. of course the list can be improved to match better the criteria.

So, we love them and they are meant to be together because they:
- they are better together than apart
- they are the best in and out of the cockpit
- they make as lough, cry, shout in anger and a lot of other things
- they fly, laugh, grin and fight (the cylons and each other) in synchronicity
- their love obviously is beyond the limitations of time since it came to us from so long ago in hystory
- they made us all come together

And the list can go on, and on, and on, but somebody - namely me- should really-really head to sleep. I'll try to squeeze some time in the morning for some additions to this list.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

Aw!!! This makes me grin! These are fantastic! Thank you! :>D

[anastashial.livejournal.com]

My mind keeps going to only one place and it would be a complete downer, not to mention I've already written it-well I've written the aftermath for one of our pilots.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Yes... not all the reasons are happy :>S

[nicole-anell.livejournal.com]

because I will always help the cause of you making manips...

Heeee that vid made me smile -- well, just one part did not but then LEOBEN MUGSHOT MADE EVERYTHING INTO RAINBOWS (and don't think I didn't notice he has a Kara tattoo, lmao). You = gift to fandom.

Also, this is the K/L evidence I have on hand:


(Never stops being adorable.)

MORE MANIPS!!!! (Though this one has little to do with anything other than my CKR interest...

[kag523.livejournal.com]

This gif is ALL WINNING! And just for that, I award you the LARGE COLOUR VERSION of the Leoben manip! :>D

(http://s931.photobucket.com/albums/ad159/kag523/No%20Takebacks/?action=view&current=Tattooed-1.jpg)

[sunshine-queen.livejournal.com]

Poor Leoben, he's like the only perp there! Looking all sketchy with his tattoos of death and death angels and Kara angels...

And poor Gina- definitely Special Victims, that one.

But you, Karin, you are genius. As always.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

Hee hee! I adore Leoben... so it is certain my OWN fixation that put him front and centre in this vid. *grins* He's ALWAYS my villain and I (not-so-secretly) ADORE him!!!

[pressdbtwnpages.livejournal.com]

This is all so FUN! I'm still creepy lurking around these parts, but SMILING REALLY HARD doing it!

[themonkeytwin.livejournal.com]

Join us. Come into the light. You know you want to....

/creepy voice

[aurora-0811.livejournal.com]

Another epic amazing vid! I would watch the heck out of L&O:BSG <3

[kag523.livejournal.com]

Thank you! YOU, my dear, are AWESOME! (Come by tomorrow... there will be much cracky!vidding!)

Another Manip - YOU ROCK SHIPPERS!!!

[kag523.livejournal.com]

(http://s931.photobucket.com/albums/ad159/kag523/No%20Takebacks/?action=view&current=DeeSam.jpg)

Re: Another Manip - YOU ROCK SHIPPERS!!!

[nicole-anell.livejournal.com]

And then they did sex.

All the proof he needs - Part 1

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

It was a beautiful morning. The sunlight streamed in through the windows and a soft breeze hit Kara’s naked back as she lay on her stomach, hands crooked under her pillow. The cool breeze was a perfect compliment on her right side to the heat coming off of Lee on her left. She turned her head and saw him leaning on his elbow, looking at her tenderly.

“Hi.” She said softly.

“Hi.” He smiled. Using the back of his fingers, he softly caressed her cheek and made his way down her shoulder, then her back. Never losing contact. Slowly and gently brushing her with his fingers.

She smiled and tried to move.

“Shhh. Don’t move.” He gently admonished as he continued his caresses.

“What’re you doin’?” She asked dreamily.

“Don’t talk either.” He said with a huge grin and let his gaze travel down her body, following the path of his fingers. “I’m just … making sure this is real. Making sure you’re here.”

“I’m here. Where else would I be?”

Lee looked up at her face, her laughing eyes and the curve of her luscious lips. He smiled and his mind wandered back to the first day he met her …

Zak had been going on and on about his new flight instructor and how he had finally managed to get her to have a drink with him and Lee, always the older, wiser brother, insisted he tag along. He knew this was a bad idea and had tried to convince Zak to let it go, but Zak had inherited the Adama stubbornness and insisted it was just a drink, nothing more.

They’d been sitting at the booth for a while when she showed up, shrugging out of her worn out leather jacket and glaring at Zak.

“Okay nugget. I’m here. Buy me a drink and let’s get this over with.” She’d ground out, clearly not happy about the situation.

Zak had fumbled and worked his way out of the booth, blushing up to his hairline, “Uh … Lieutenant Thrace? Uh … this is my brother, Lee Adama … uh … Apollo. Lee, this is Lieutenant Kara Thrace. Uh … Starbuck.”

She’d turned and extended her hand, not even looking at Lee, but when he shook her hand, her head had snapped up and it was as if someone had drained all the fury out of her and replaced it with wonder. They hadn’t been able to stop looking at each other and Lee hadn’t let go of her hand. He’d pulled her in to sit next to him and the brush of her thighs against his had been an electric shock straight to his heart.

The rest of the evening was spent talking … about everything & nothing. Lee remembered Zak leaving at some point, but he hadn’t cared. They’d left the bar only after the owner started turning off the lights and he’d grabbed her hand the minute they’d walked out.

Afterwards, pressing against her soft body as they’d slowly made love, Lee had a moment of pure clarity: this was it. This was who he’d been waiting for, the missing piece of his puzzle.

Re: All the proof he needs - Part 2

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

Lee’s smile widened as he remembered how she had unceremoniously moved in with him after a week of spending every possible minute together. She had just shown up at his door with her beat up duffle and a couple of boxes of stuff, with a shrug and a “I’m here all the time any way, and your place is nicer than mine.”

He continued trailing his fingers down her body and slowly lowered his head and kissed her shoulder.

“I love you Kara Thrace,” he whispered.

She shifted a bit, rose up and kissed him gently. Smiling, she gave the tip of his nose a nip and kissed him again.

“Do you hear me Kara? I love you,” he said again.

She pulled back a bit, scrunched up her face and said, “Wow Lee, you could really use a toothbrush right about now.”

She squealed as he tackled her and laughing wrestled her onto her back. Settling himself between her legs, he looked down at her and drank in the way her eyes turned to gold in the morning sunlight. She stopped struggling, settled and reached up to pull him in for a searing kiss. She grabbed his face in her hands, stared into his eyes, forcing him to keep his attention on her. “I do too. You know that, right?”

He smiled and sank back down, drowning himself in the unadulterated bliss that was Kara. He didn’t need anything else. This right here was all the proof he needed that he was exactly where he was meant to be, living the life he was destined to live.

The sunlight, the cool breeze, the soft bed and Kara wrapped around him.

Lee Adama was complete.

[mserrada.livejournal.com]

Thanks for hanging in there and getting the L&O vid up and working. I think it was worth it!

[kag523.livejournal.com]

*grins* You're welcome :>D