No Takebacks

*stares at gif*

I'm sorry, were you talking? 8'D

This is one of my favorite things to, um, think about. So, yeah... I'll be back later, after I've had some time to, uh, mull it over. And stuff. Hee!

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Seriously, I've been staring too. It's hypnotic.

hee.

cheers.
--Lex

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kag523.livejournal.com

Do I have to write from scratch or can I just cut and paste existing? Just wondering. K :>)

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You can do anything you like, but I'd prefer something new, possibly a type of kiss that you haven't written before? That said, I've read all of your kisses and you know I love them. <3

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They're standing next to each other in the briefing, talking to the Admiral about the mission, their sleeves inadvertently brushing each other. They're doing it again, finishing each other's sentences and thinking almost in tandem. This connection soothes and scares him all at the same time. It's unnerving and powerful and he shifts away so he can think. Just as subtly, she shifts with him, her sleeve finding his, their words playing piggyback and he thinks it would happen even if she were across the table. He knows he'd be watching her lips, full and lush, curving into smile or a smirk at Tigh or sobering when his father raises an issue. He has to force himself to focus. Just like he always does.

Briefings can be endless with streams of issues that pin them down to plans that just might work, but might not. Maybe this will be the time those bastards get lucky. It's thoughts like this that push him towards her, taking more time than he needs, the guise of overthinking it when he knows it's just a ploy. He wants her time.

He's suiting up for the mission, his mind cataloguing details when she saunters in, flight suit around her hips and a lit cigar between her teeth. He waves the smoke away. "That thing stinks. You have to smoke in here?" He plays their game of straight CAG and recalcitrant pilot, scolding her for her vices. He doesn't say that he'll forever associate the smell of Caprican cigars with her. The spicy scent that gets embedded in his tanks after a game of triad, how he breathes her in as he pulls the tanks over his head before a shower. The smell is arousing, even more so now because he's keyed up for the mission, adrenaline making his heart pound.

She just grins at his complaint, and blows a puff of smoke at him, teasing, making light when she knows there's a deadly mission in an hour. She opens her locker and stabs the cigar out, tucking it away for her return. That makes him feel better, knowing that she believes she'll come back. Sometimes he doesn't.

She slams the locker door closed and catches him staring. "Problem, Lee?" she challenges and he blinks, his gaze caught once again lingering on her lips.

"Nah. Just thinking about the mission." He shuffles his feet and pushes his own locker door closed with a click. "Wondering when it's not going to be our day."

"Well, that's depressing," she groans, sliding closer to him. "You'd better make it a good one then, if that's what you're thinking. Take out some toasters before you bite it." The smell of her cigar fills his nose as it wafts off her skin. He inhales, charged and comforted all at once.

He feels the spread of a blush creep up his neck and he clenches a fist at his side, resisting the urge he always has when she's only inches away, challenging him with more than her words.

"What if, Kara? What if?" He's talking about the mission and something else he can't say and she comes closer.

"What if what? What if this is it? I dunno, Lee. You tell me." They're faces are close now, she's issued a challenge that he doesn't know he can accept. Maybe they do come back, what then? What if?

He takes the leap anyway because he's not sure about today, has a feeling in his gut he can't shake. He's never as sure as she is, or maybe she hides it better, but in one quick motion his hand pulls her head toward him. The kiss is harder than it needs to be, but she's right there, pushing against him, too. The spicy smell and taste is overwhelming, so utterly Kara that it leaves him unable to do anything but want more. His fingers thread through her hair as their mouths open to each other, hot and wet and his tongue darts into her mouth, drinking in her willingness and her essence for a long minute.

There's movement outside the room and they break apart, their eyes locking for an instant, breathless and stunned. She steps away and tosses her head, pulling up her flightsuit as she walks towards the hatch. He swallows and looks away, only glancing as she struts out the door. The what if is replaced by oh, gods, and the energy he felt about the mission is replaced by a burning need to make it back alive.

He wants to know what if...

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He wants to know what if...

SSWA!

"What if this is it" is one of my favorite premises. Great job, bb!

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oh jeez, WHY CAN'T IT BE LIKE THIS????

TENSION!!!

I love it.

Thanks, babe.

cheers.
--Lex

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Desire is a powerful motivating force. :D I love Kara's cavalier attitude, balancing Lee's worries and churning thoughts. lovely.

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[Author's Note: This follows the "I thought you were dead"/"I thought you were in hack" conversation in the mini. Lee walks off the flight deck, and...]

Lee Adama didn't die in the attacks. Kara shakes her head slowly, trying to fathom how the son of a bitch managed to stay alive, but all she can process is that he's alive. He's alive and on Galactica and a handshake just doesn't seem like celebration enough.

Before she can think it through, she's jogging after him, swiping her greasy hands on her thighs absently. "Lee," she calls out when she catches sight of him rounding a corner up ahead.

He stops and turns, that same smug smirk on his face as if he's so dman proud of himself for getting back alive.

She doesn't slow when he stops, just lets her momentum carry her into him, driving him back against the bulkhead, greasy hands grabbing his cheeks and smearing dark smudges along his jaw and cheekbones. Pulling his head down, she brushes her lips across his, tentative, half afraid she'll wake from this dream and find him still dead. A satifying warmth spreads through her chest, a sign that, yes, he's here and very much alive. When her lips brush over his a second time, she follows with a quick flick of her tongue on his bottom lip.

His hands grip her hips, pulling her to his chest as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding slowly along hers as if they have nothing but time. A cough from a passer-by separates them suddenly, but she stays in his personal space, glancing up at him through her eyelashes.

"So. You're alive."

He's oddly unphased, an easy smile creasing his eyes as he leaves his hands resting on her hips. "I'm glad to see you, too, Kara."

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HEEE!!! That is just yummy! The attitudes at the end are just perfect. *GRINNING* I love it! Delicious!!!

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:) Thanks!

I'll tell, ya', though... This piece was struggling to be more than this. You may not have heard the last of me. ;)

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Do it! Do it! Let that muse run wild. I love the casual acknowledgment of "more" than friends that you've captured from the mini. His bit of smug assuredness comes through loud and clear and her tentative almost shy movements when she found out he was alive. Bravo!

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Mini pilots FTMFW!

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*clappy hands*

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oh MAN. This is a delicious delicious beginning to an epic re-write of the series. Isn't it???

GAH!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH IT WILL TAKE OVER MY BRAIN!!!!

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

cheers.
--Lex

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DO. NOT. SUGGEST. A. SERIES. REWRITE. My muse can HEAR you! LOL

Thanks!

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*whistles innocently*

i will choose to live in this personal canon, if you don't mind. :D

(oh common, you know you want to...i'd be willing to help!)

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This is just delicious. A handshake was not near enough. How things would have changed with this.

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Thanks! Now I'm left wondering what the pre-mini backstory is that leads to this... Why, hello there, Plot Bunny!

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Ooh, now that is interesting. There's so much potenial for pre-mini, especially if you ignore or take huge liberties with canon. ;)

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*cackles*

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With the Agathon's help, they managed to get themselves to the head after the dance.
They were alone now, most people having gone back to the rec room or on duty, and Kara was doing her best to unwrap her hands of the red tape that she'd applied earlier. Her muscles were sore, her vision still a bit blurred and her nose was throbbing (she suspected it might be broken), so she was having a harder time than she would have expected.

Then, he took her wrists in his hands, stopping her moments as he began to help her unwrap the red strip. She kept her eyes fixed on his moments, not daring to look up. They were mending bridges she'd blown sky high, and their return to each other was still tentative.

He'd finished unwrapping both hands by now, crouching down before her but not letting go of her wrists.

Ever so gently, he raised her hand to his lips, carefully kissing the red skin of her knuckles.

She finally looked up at his face, his blue eyes intense, a trickle of blood still falling down his eyebrow onto his cheek.

To hell with tentative, she thought as she leaned forward and fused her lips with his, tasting blood and sweat, the foundations of this new life.

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WOOHOO! I love Lee's tenderness and Kara's boldness. They're wonderfully contrasted here. Bravo.

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This is just lovely. I can't figure out how to say more without sounding trite so I won't. :)

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To hell with tentative...

Frak, yeah! Broken pilots mending bridges... Very nice!

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He frames her face with his hands, and Kara wondered if he can feel her shaking, if he thinks less of her for it. Probably he thinks more of her, of this inevitable, it is Lee after all. Her eyes skitter away trying to take in the scene so she’ll remember it forever. The sky is bright and blue, nearly cloudless. The grass is so green it glows as it waves around their ankles. Hills roll away from the field, protecting this sacred place. Birds sing out from the trees. Their song fills her heart as it fills the air. The breezes brushes through her hair, cools the tears collecting in her lashes. This is it.

A shift starts in the sky, a crack that threatens to splits the heavens open. Her stomach sinks and turns like she’s been hit by an extra g-force coming out of the launch tubes. She almost lurches except for his hands, Lee’s hands. Potential coils in her limbs, tingling until Kara thinks she’s going to burst into nothing, everything.

Then she meets his eyes, bluer than the sky, more real than anything she can imagine. A gasp escapes her mouth as his lips touch hers. Gingerly at first but soon sucking and slanting. His breathe fills her, replacing her erosion. Lee Adama is holding her up, pulling her back together. He is the magnetic force that tethers her soul into orbit. When their lips part, Kara closes her eyes. Fear and failure lodge in her heart. She doesn’t want to see anymore.

But Lee continues to press lips on her forehead, her temple, her cheek as the smell even as the cold of the Galactica brig pushes through the fresh breeze, the bright colors of a new world. She doesn’t know where or when she is only that she’s sinking fast. Her head is pounding, her gut a whirlpool hauling her back, down and away. She’s surrounded by gray, seized only by his forehead resting on hers. Panic rises until he pulls her into a hug and whispers the only words that mean a damn, “I believe you, Kara Thrace.”

She can’t say anything back, but Kara feels her muscles fall, her body lean and her tears flow. Lee catches her and kisses her in that spot just under her ear. It’s like he’s still speaking. Words she can’t hear. Words that maybe don’t exist but they mend the rift in her. Lee Adama doesn’t just believe her, and buried in her shoulder she smiles.

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Gorgeous imagery! I was drawn in so thoroughly, the immediacy felt real and inviting and I could have read forever. Just lovely.

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Thank you.

It changed, radically in the middle so I'm glad it worked. *blush*

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It did change radically and I had to go back and read that little part again, but it didn't take away from the power of the piece. Some beautiful and evocative language.

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Mostly I was surprised. Surprised that it happened and even more surprised that I let it. ;) It was definitely the language that became the central thread which I struggle with trusting. I way over think word choice and flow when I write.

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Wow! This is very evocative. My favorite line:

Potential coils in her limbs, tingling until Kara thinks she’s going to burst into nothing, everything.

Great job!

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Thank you. I liked that line too. :)

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\o/
this forever!!!!

cheers.
--Lex

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Ahh, thanks. :D

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angelicalangie.livejournal.com

Here lays a placeholder for something I am going to have to handwrite gah. brain!!!

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\o/ *cheers you on*

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thegreenkitty.livejournal.com

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I love how genuinely surprised and pleased Kara is after the kiss. hee.

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winegums.livejournal.com

and also the look on his face when she breaks it off and pulls back, like he wants nothing more than to keep kissing her (Jamie Bamber just makes that look so acorchingly hot).

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Yeah, so I might have just been staring at this for a very long time and taking in every single expression and, gods, I just adore this hug and kiss so much. WAY TO GO LEE! <3<3<3

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rachelmack.livejournal.com

Great/cute kisses aside, Jamie looks like he's an excellent hugger. *pets*

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lizziec

Kara peered round the curtain for what must have been at least the tenth time that day. She was fine as long as she was distracted with work, but as soon as a task finished she would head straight to that curtained off area of sick bay to see if he was awake yet, and praying silent prayers that Dee would be away from his bedside.

This time, finally, he was awake. Dee was still there, but now that the time had come Kara found that she didn't care. Relief and hope coursed through her making her feel giddy. He was alive, he was awake and she knew how close he had come to not being. Every moment with him from now on should count. She threw caution to the wind and trusted the instincts that served her so well in battle. Even as her brain was screaming caution at her she listened to what her gut was telling her. Swift feet carried her from the hatchway at the entrance to sickbay to Lee's bedside. Her trembling hands cupped his face and she embraced him as if there were nothing and no-one else in the world.

Lee looked startled for one moment, finding himself barely able to trust himself, convinced it must be a Morpha hallucination. Then he realised it was blessedly real, and relaxed into her.

Dee let herself out. Neither of them noticed. It was as if time stood still for them here, where they were finally complete.

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