Pilots Bingo: Miniseries & Season 1

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Hello shippers! Welcome to Bingo Week at No Takebacks!

THREE RULES PLUS A TWIST
1. Keep it simple: a bingo consists of five 100-word drabbles in a row on the card, across, down, diagonal. No special bingos. ONE BINGO = FIVE DRABBLES.
2. One bingo per comment: each comment must contain FIVE DRABBLES - no more no less. That will be counted as a bingo.
3. Use the Frak Space: you must write an R or NC-17 drabble. (For those uncomfortable with writing those ratings, I'm going to ask that you write a delicious kiss to use the space.)

THE TWIST
You cannot write a drabble for the time period on the card (e.g. if you're working with a miniseries card, none of your drabbles can be set during the mini). Drabbles can be AU. :D

BINGO FORMATTING
At the beginning of each drabble, use the following format: Title (optional), Prompt, Rating, (e.g. launch tube, PG or The Jump, FTL, NC-17). Separate drabbles with *** between each.

PRIZES
The person with the most bingos at the end of each day will win a banner.

SPECIAL PRIZES
Anyone doing a BLACKOUT, aka full card (five comments of five drabbles each = 25 drabbles) will receive a drabble as a reward.

JACKPOT
The person with the most bingos at the end of the week will receive a special prize, to be determined after I cajole, beg, and plead with my flist. ;)





QUESTIONS? Please ask questions as a reply to the first comment.

Enjoy and remember the twist. Bingos that don't follow the rules will be screened.

RULES CLARIFICATIONS: (based on questions)
1. Do not submit single drabbles. You may only submit five drabbles at a time. You have all week, so don't fret! Submit your bingo when you have time.
2. Submit as many bingos as you want! use the same prompts over and over again. Your choice!
3. Each day, I will give you two new cards, but old cards are still active (although you won't receive a banner for most drabbles in a day unless they are posted by midnight of the day of posting). Erm...you'll see!

(In my zest, I also forgot to give a nod to kink_bingo over on Ao3, who gave their kind permission to use the idea, although they reminded me that they did not actually invent bingo! Hee! Much love to them and to bsg_kink for its recent successful kinky application!)

Comments

QUESTIONS?

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Ask them here.

Re: QUESTIONS?

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

I love you for this

Re: QUESTIONS?

[lizziec]

Just to clarify, cos I'm feeling rather stupid today, you're looking for each person to write five drabbles? We can't just do one and leave someone else to follow on? ;)

WHOOOOOOO!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Re: WHOOOOOOO!

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

HA! I love bingo! I need to find a graphic of an old cranky woman smoking a cigarette and yelling at the caller! LOL!

BIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

BINGO!!

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

Confession, PG

Lee’s voice was barely more than a whisper, but his words rang loud in the empty bunkroom.

Shit.

A dark knot formed in Kara’s stomach as the words repeated in her head. I didn’t want to make it back. How dare he? Apollo, of all the frakking pilots in the fleet, where did he get off with the death wish? Why the hell did he think he could take the easy way out and leave the rest of them to keep fighting without him?

Frakking bastard.

“Too damn bad.” She gripped his hand. “ ‘Cause I’m not letting that happen.”

***

Coming in hot, PG

“Coming in hot,” Kara shouted. The pilots cleared back as she took a drunken, flying leap over the table. Lee cringed the moment he saw her foot didn’t clear the top and looked away before the clatter and thud of the inevitable crash landing.

Kara laughed a delirious drunken laugh, until she was crying tears of laughter. Lee just shook his head as he crouched down next to her and pulled her arm around his shoulders.

Kara protested as he hauled her to her feet. “The last thing I need is anymore tables getting hurt, Starbuck.”

Or you, he thought.

***

Frak Space, R

Kara’s hands dug into the sweat-soaked skin on Lee’s shoulders as he thrust into her again and again, keeping her pinned back against the ready-room seat. “Yes,” she moaned, dragging her teeth along his neck. “Right there.Ungh, frak. Yes!”

His name spilled from her lips, as she felt the white-hot burst of release rushing through her veins, and he was coming right after her. Three minutes later, the pilots started filtering in for the morning briefing.

Towels clean up nicely, walls don’t talk, and sweaty flightsuits smell like sweaty flightsuits, no matter how they got sweaty in the first place.

***

This Seems Familiar, PG-13

Hidden away behind the raptor hatch, they hid their dirty secrets. Like behind closet doors, in cars in parking lots, or bathrooms in bars. It’s not their fault, it’s fate or some force that prevents Kara Thrace and Lee Adama from keeping their hands off each other.

Maybe, it’s just plain insanity.

But they kiss and grope, but not shamelessly. Without shame, there’d be no reason to hide it. From Dee, from Sam, from Zak.

No, not Zak. Not this time. Not anymore.

The raptor hatch closes and the secret is safe. They’re good at this. They’ve done it before.

***

Colonial One, PG-13

“So this is the President’s quarters?” Kara drawls, from the doorway. Lee didn’t expect her to visit, but he’s glad to see her. He’s always glad to see her, never once takes it for granted. “I dunno, thought they’d be… swankier.”

“What were you expecting?” he asks, loosening his tie.

Kara steps past the curtain, unclipping her belt. “I dunno. Big portrait of your big head on the wall or something.”

“Yeah, they’re working on that.” He grins, grabs her wrist and pulls her in.

“Or a bigger bed.”

“This one works just fine.” He says, pushing her onto it.

Re: BINGO!!

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE! But the last one made me grin hard! "Big portrait of your big head!" LOLOL!

Congratulations on our first BINGO! BRAVO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Re: BINGO!!

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

Coming In Hot is great! I love when Lee takes care of Kara and pretends it's because of something other than the very obvious fact that he loves her. Excellent job on all!

Re: BINGO!!

[embolalia.livejournal.com]

Your frak space was totally hot! And I liked how the first two showed both of them taking care of each other. Oh, pilots :)

Re: BINGO!!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Mmm, they got better and better as they went along! Love that last one too. And Frak Space also. (Must be in pornyville mood!)

[rachelmack.livejournal.com]

[lol, "FRAK SPACE" <3]

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Hee! It is required for pilots. And available in many flavors!

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

They better start having babies, PG-13

Lying beside her that night, his mind was awash in the information he’d received in his meeting with the president.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered.

“The fleet’s number are getting smaller by the day. By the time we find Earth, we might now even have enough of us left for it to matter.”

She snorted. “Well, I guess they better start having babies then.”

“They?” He prodded, pulling her against him.

“Don’t you dare.”

He cupped her face softly. “What?”

“That’s not our future, Lee. That’s for the ones who will be here when the dust settles.

“I guess so.” He agreed, wishing like hell he didn’t.

******************
Artemis & Apollo, PG-13

He wondered aloud as they walked among the plains, “Do you think that one day, we’ll be like the Gods are to us to the rest of the world?”

“What, like Artemis and Apollo?” Reaching out to link their hands, she pulled him to her side.

“Maybe.”

“Artemis and Apollo were siblings.” Turning to him, she leaned her hips wickedly into his. “And don’t be blasphemous. We aren’t Gods.”

“Yeah, but maybe the Gods weren’t Gods either. Just the us’s that came before us.”

“Whatever, Apollo.” She laughed, pulling him along. “Bring that God-like body of yours down to the river and help me carry back the water.”

******************
FRAK SPACE, R

“Hurry.”

They didn’t have long before reality would come knocking. The storage rooms on Pegasus weren’t nearly as deserted as aboard Galactica.

“I know.” He groaned as he pistoned roughly into her. Her moans echoed loudly against the metal hull as she neared orgasm. She crested the waves of blinding pleasure caused by his deep thrust and she collapsed against him.

She urged him on as well as her limp form could manage as he began the lose his rhythm in his own pleasure.

"They'll transfer one of us back if they find out."

He nodded as he held her cooling body. "We'll be careful."

******************
Photograph, PG

“Why do you keep that?” He asked her. His own face smiling back at him from her locker door.

She froze, surprised at his directness. “I don’t know. Does it bother you that I do?”

He shrugged. “People are starting to wonder. I’ve heard a couple rumors.”

Turning to face him, she sighed. “Stop listening then. It’s my photograph. I’m keeping it.”

“No one said you couldn’t, Kara. I was just asking.”

Turning to close the locker, she bit out her response. “I need it. It reminds me. What I have. What I can’t. And why.”

Reaching out he squeezed her sagging shoulders. “OK.”

******************
Cigar, PG-13

"You got one of those for a guy like me?”

From her seat, she eyed him coolly. “I don’t give em out to just anyone.”

Stepping closer, he leaned down to pluck the cigar from her lips before taking a deep pull and slipping it back into place, leaving his taste on the paper.

“I’m not just anyone.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him challengingly. “You know where I keep my spare. You want it? Take it.”

Grinning, he pulled her to her feet and slid his hands into her sweats searching downward for the case he knew was always tied around her thigh.

******************

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Gah! They better start having babies is sooooo good and soooooo sad. Pilots you are breaking my heart!

And I love the last one. I bet she keeps her spares there. Yum!

Bingoooo

[lizziec]

Ragnar Anchorage (G)

As soon as his helmet was off Lee was shouting at Kara, demanding to know what she was thinking, reminding her that the ammo from the Ragnar Anchorage was it until on board facilities were in place.

Kara scowled and demanded to know if she should just throw rocks at the raiders instead in the hope they'd get the message.

Lee looked suddenly tired.

150 times they'd been through the 33 minute cycle. 26 minutes until the next. Arguing would accomplish nothing.

Lee abruptly gave it up and turned away, hoping a brief shower would wake him up enough to make it through 151.

Ceremony (G)

It was a quiet ceremony. So quiet, in fact, that besides the happy couple and the priest, only the two required witnesses knew that anything had happened.

Kara and Lee didn't want or even need anyone else to know, because that would complicate things and they'd already had too many complications.

Everything that had happened since they had last seen each other, the mutiny and Caprica, had made clear to them how they really felt and prompted the show of commitment.

In saying the words both knew it was more than just a show.

It was the beginning of the rest of their lives.

They better start having babies (PG)

Starting to have babies, as the President mandated, had seemed like a better idea when it'd been an abstract idea, something to work towards requiring lots of practice.

As another wave of pain rippled through Kara, she was starting believe that actually the President had been the originator of a pretty terrible idea, and she was seriously regretting not insisting Lee use protection in the aftermath of the destruction of the Cylon refinery.

The ecstasy of the moment had made thoughts of slowing down or stopping unimportant.

With the arrival of their daughter all doubts suddenly vanished.

It was a good plan after all.

Gift shop (G)

Lee looked around the silent museum.

While the problem of the landing-bay-that-was-really-a-museum and the gift-shop-that-had-once-been-launch-tubes should eventually be tackled it was a useful place be alone and after the Carrier he needed to think.

A noise made Lee tense.

He'd been careful to check he wasn't being followed.

Another noise. This time it was clearly someone laughing at him. The possessor of the voice stepped out from behind the model of the Base Star and explained why Lee'd not seen his follower. Kara wiggled a bottle of ambrosia at him and he smiled.

She always seemed to know what he needed before even he did.

Colonial One (NC-17)

Now Colonial One was almost permanently docked on Galactica, sneaking in wasn't exactly difficult. It was deserted now, the President and her staff worked aboard Galactica close to the medical facilities.

It was just as well because no-one would look at Roslin's office in the same way again if they had seen the floor covered in discarded clothing, or Kara pinned to the smooth surface of her desk, heard her moaning Lee's name as an orgasm rippled through her body making her muscles tense, in turn causing Lee to cry out as he, too, climaxed.

Lee and Kara would always know though.

Re: Bingoooo

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

The ecstasy of the moment had made thoughts of slowing down or stopping unimportant.

Thanks the gods that there is infinite birth control in most fanfic! Hee! Because you know this is always true!

Nice work!

[embolalia.livejournal.com]

Launch Tube, PG-13

Kara frowns as she enters the control room, then sees why the launch tube lights are on. “Why, Lee Adama!” she purrs over the intercom.
He struggles upright in the tube, glancing past her through the window. “Is anyone else there?”
“Nope.” She grins. “What the hell happened?”
He shakes his head. “Got sick of losing at Never-Have-I-Ever. Then someone took my clothes.”
Kara laughs while Lee glares. “I can’t believe I missed it,” she finally manages.
“Yeah, me neither.” He smiles. “Feel like letting me out?”
Kara quiets, drags her eyes over his body. “What’s in it for me?”

***

I Thought You Were Dead, PG

“Kara.”
As Lee approaches her, she turns away, hiding her face, her guilt, her shame.
“Hey!” He takes her arm, turns her to face him. “Look.” His thumb strokes the inside of her elbow. “You don’t have to be alone with this. It’s okay to be sad.”
She shakes her head, leaning into him slightly. “It’s not that.” She swallows against the truth. “Yesterday, when they told me an Adama had been killed in a Viper crash...” Kara closes her eyes. “I thought it was you. And I was...relieved...when it was him.”
Lee nods, equally devastated. “Me, too.”

***

Colonel Tigh, PG-13

Lee walks into the rec room just in time to see Kara step away from a cluster of pilots who are busily putting something away.
“Hey, Lee!” she says brightly.
His eyes narrow. “What’s going on?”
The other pilots scatter. Kara smirks as she watches them go.
“Kara?”
“They were betting on how long it takes the President and your dad to frak,” she says matter-of-factly, grinning when Lee flinches at the image.
“Great,” he muttered. “What’d you bet?”
She shrugs. “I didn’t.”
“Really?” He’s wary.
“Nope.” Kara leans in, and Lee braces himself. “My money’s on him and Tigh.”

***

Coming In Hot, PG-13

“Lately a lot of you have been coming in hot,” Lee sternly tells the assembled nuggets. “And too fast can be dangerous. You want to slide in at the just right speed, keeping complete control.”
Kara interrupts. “Unless circumstances call for just slamming in full speed ahead. Sometimes fast is good.”
“Dismissed,” Lee orders. The nuggets hurry out. He turns to Kara. “Was that really necessary?”
She steps into his space. “There’s such a thing as too much control, Lee.”
“Not when you’re flying.”
Kara pauses an inch from him, her breath fluttering over his lips. “Who’s talking about flying?”

***

Ceremony, PG (AU)

Kara squeezes his hand hard, and Lee can feel the giggles she’s trying to suppress.
“That’s the best news I’ve heard all day!” his father is saying, his voice slurred and his eyes glowing. The scent of smoke lingers on his clothes. “When did this happen?”
Lee clears his throat. “Kara just proposed this morning.”
She nods, smiling. “We were hoping you’d perform the ceremony.”
“Sure, sure,” Adama nods his head eagerly, too many times, then turns, waving both arms at once. “Laura! Lee and Kara are getting married!”
Lee laughs, pulling Kara into his arms. He’s never been happier.

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Lol. I love these. They're all fantastic but oof, I Thought You Were Dead packs a punch and it's just perfect. And Ceremony with high Adama is hilarious! Hee.

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

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Ragnar anchorage

Sometimes she thinks back to the moments when they'd still been an army and not this scared fleet running away from Boogie-men in the dark. She knew what they were then, what she was. Not anymore.

"We should have stayed and fought at Ragnar. Win or lose, we should have fought. It's too late now. We'll never have the nerve again."

He watched her. Twenty-Nine minutes to their next jump. "We might. One day. Sometimes fighting isn't the right choice. As angry as you are, sometimes you run."

She sighed, body languid with exhaustion. "That's the difference between you and me."

******************
Shut up and hold still, PG

He was too angry to listen to her bitching about the quality of his sewing technique. "Well I wouldn't have to stitch you up if you would just be careful with your own life for once!"

"For Gods' sake Lee," she seethed as he pulled another thread through her wound. "It wasn't my fault."

"It never is! Now just shut up and hold still."

"That's my line." She reminded him.

His jaw was tight with rage.

Turning away from the sight of his hands putting her back together again, she relented. "I'm sorry."

Though he couldn't speak, he nodded and eventually his hands stopped shaking.

******************
Hands-on approach, R

She circled him in the shower, eyes predatory.

"What are you doing, Kara?" He queried warily.

Approaching his back she leaned in, "I overheard Dee talking, scuttlebutt is you've been having a little technical difficulty in the bedroom, Lee."

He stilled as her hands reached for his waist and slid around his slick body to take him in hand.

Looking down he watched her circle his hard flesh. "There seem to be a problem to you, Captain Thrace?"

"Mmm. No sir. But I better take you for a test drive to be sure."

"What do you suggest?"

Spinning him around, she continued pumping him. "Hands-on approach."

******************
Galactica, G

They watched each others backs on the Pegasus. They had to. It was a different world over here and they both missed Galactica's aged halls. So they took their shared loneliness to the Pegasus observation deck. They sat quietly and wondered what they were missing. They made up stories about who the Chief was bitching at. Or who was taking the pot at Triad in their absence. What the Old Man was up to. Shoulder to shoulder they sat and stared longingly across the space between them and their real home.

"Do you think they miss us?" He asks.

"Obviously" She responds. "We're frakking amazing."

******************
Confession, PG

It had been a long day. They'd lost pilots and he knew she her conscience was heavy with the weight of that burden. So he wasn't surprised when she eyed him coldly halfway through a bottle of ambrosia and spoke.

"I told Zak"

He gulped, feigning ignorance. "Told Zak what?"

She just stared him down until he caved.

"You're lying." He challenged. "He never knew."

"He never knew. But I did tell him. He laughed like I'd just said the funniest thing in the worlds and told me you'd never do that."

Lee deflated at her words. She always did enjoy a companion in her misery.

******************

[embolalia.livejournal.com]

Oh god, that last one is brutal. These were all really good. And Kara telling Lee they're amazing made me grin :)

BINGOOOOO!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Payback, Ragnar Anchorage, PG-13

The storm beyond the canopy swirls thickly. Kara can feel the cold air of space, like fingers on her skin, rifling her hair, despite the helmet and flightsuit. She’s floating, weightless, sinking.

She hears him.

“Starbuck, damnnit! Report!”

Then a broken sob.

“I need you! Kara, come back.”

She wants to, but... “I can’t. I’m hit, Lee.”

“I’m coming to get you. Hold still!”

Later, he’ll joke he was just returning the favor, albeit overdue, but he’ll pull her closer, kiss her softer, stay wrapped around her all night, and she’ll hear what he didn’t say.

Lee Adama Loves Kara Thrace.

***

Creative Measures, Shut up and hold still, NC-17

Lee has misgivings.

“You’ll like it. I promise.”

She’d purred it into his ear, kissed him till he capitulated, said he could return the favor.

Now Kara’s hand strokes over his flank, squeezes his ass. He jerks with a squeal.

She laughs.

“Would you shut up and hold still?”

“Gods, Kara, give me a break. I mean,” he flushes, swallows, “it’s not like we even have any lube.”

Kara touches his lips, lightly rubbing back and forth, back and forth, till he opens his mouth. She slides her fingers inside, leans in to his ear and whispers, “Suck.”

He does.

***

She Has a Plan, Hands-on Approach, NC-17

They negotiate the affair like it was a peace treaty. What’s bending the rules and what’s breaking them.

Makeouts. Hands, but not mouths. No intercourse. Kara’s frustrated and horny like a damn teenager. Frakking Sam doesn’t help, just reminds her of what she really wants.

She forms a plan. Begs off sick on donut runs, makes him wait.

Next time, she comes in hot and has her hand around his cock before the hatch even closes. She pumps and squeezes, watching as he moans, and when he finally closes his eyes, she drops down, swallows him whole.

He doesn’t mind.

***

Ships in the Night, Galactica, PG

As commander, Lee was too busy running the Pegasus to run on the Pegasus. His expanding waistline was a testament to that.

Now he rises silently in the middle of the night and takes off. Traveling the halls of Galactica, he remembers all its worn curves and hidden alcoves. He can’t stop imagining her next to him.

Then, one night, he sees her, bright blonde hair and ghost white skin moving towards him like a beacon. His heart lifts, his lips part, and the words almost tumble out unbidden. “Up all day, with the rising sun…”

Almost.

They pass in silence.

***

The Tipping Point, Confession, PG

Lee freezes, his heart skipping a beat.

“What was that middle part again?”

“What do you mean?” he stalls. It’s a tipping point, and he’s not sure he’s ready to fall. He could tell her, tell her everything. How much he missed her while she was on Caprica. Since the two years after Zak. After he met her, fell in love with his brother’s girlfriend in just the space of a few hours, and everything changed.

“Lee Adama loves me,” she sing-songs, deciding it for him, and he breathes.

She thinks it’s a joke. She’ll never know it’s a confession.

Re: BINGOOOOO!

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Hee! I love creative measures bc Lee just doesn't experiment enough! NICE! LOL. I love all of these, but I think the last is my favorite - captures so much truth. *sigh*

FINALLY! Bingo :)

[howlinchickhowl.livejournal.com]

I was not made for word restrictions.

Gift Shop, PG-13

Lee's briefings are all pretty much the same. He's lost count, if he's honest, of how many times he's stood in this exact spot saying these exact words. He could do it in his sleep. He's not sure he isn't already.

Today he is distracted by the obnoxious chomping from the back row, he restarts sentences, glaring at Kara as she tosses whatever it is into her mouth.

“Where'd you get those?” He asks later when she tosses him the miniature box of M&Ms with the Galactica seal on the packet.

She shrugs, tips her head.

“Gift shop.”



This Seems Familiar, PG-13

Her hand in his is warm and soft, her palm rougher than he'd imagined. Lee stares down at their entwined fingers. His stomach clenches at how good it feels, how right, and how wrong he knows it has to be. His brother is sleeping, close enough that Lee can feel Zak's laboured breaths puffing out against his pants leg.

Kara's eyes are wide and bright when he looks up, and it feels like he has done all of this before. His hand, her hand, her eyes, his heart. Their mutual love for his brother expanding in the space between them.



Twelve Colonies, PG-13

They find Earth, and it's all wrong. No one in the twelve colonies really believed that they existed, The Thirteenth Tribe, but they all mourn the loss anyway.

Kara scales the earthy mound and drops down next to Lee. They sit side by side, knees bent, feet touching. He tips a finger upwards to the night's sky, black and blue and white with stars. She notes the constellations, all twelve - their fallen brothers and sisters, immortal now in the great expanse of space. We found it.

Her heart breaks. She refuses to cry. Her hair shifts in the breeze.



Captain Adama, Sir, NC-17

Lee's hands grip the back of her legs as he hoists her up, the full weight of his body pressing her back against the bulkhead. Cold steel touches the exposed skin at her back and Kara flinches, hips shifting so that the thick, solid, length of his cock is flush against the juncture of her thighs.

“Why, Captain Adama, Sir,” She mutters, grinning into his mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty sheen on his upper lip. “You seem tense.”

Lee grunts and presses his lips hard against hers, squeezes her ass.

“Shut up, Kara.”



Nothin' but the rain, PG-13

It pisses him off. More than it should. It's just a stupid little thing, a joke they share. It pisses him off more than it should.

“What do you hear Starbuck?”

“Nothing but the rain sir.”

And then the smile, the imperceptible quirk of his father's lips that irks him, and the urge to hit something, hard.

Lee watches for it greedily, the tiny upturn of the Old Man's mouth a mystery to his son, who never asked for it but always wanted it, waited for it anyway. Kara's laugh is loud and crude. Lee clenches his fists.

Re: FINALLY! Bingo :)

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

HA! Gift shop is excellent, but I really love Captain Adama, Sir. Rawr! Nicely done!

[embolalia.livejournal.com]

They Look Like Us, PG-13

“Gods,” Kara gasps, startled, as she peeks through the tent flap at the source of the moaning.
“Kara!” Lee protests. “Why would you--”
“Shut up and come here,” she cuts him off.
Rolling his eyes, Lee joins her, raises his eyebrows at the sight of Boomer’s glowing spine. “Why didn’t Tyrol notice that?” he asks.
Kara twists. “Do you think all of them light up during sex?”
Lee shrugs. “I guess.”
She shifts, is suddenly only an inch away from him. Her voice is sultry, teasing. “Well Lee Adama, I think it’s time to find out if you’re a cylon.”

***

100% Stimulated, R

Someone knocks on the raptor’s hatch and Kara’s so close the vibrations alone nearly get her off. “Lee!” she hisses as he pulls his fingers out of her flightsuit, her eyes begging him for release.
He grins at her state and swings open the hatch, his face falling instantly.
Dee steps inside, raises an eyebrow. “You alright, Starbuck? You’re flushed.”
She shrugs, trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs. “Took some stims. It’s been a long few days since the radiation storm.”
“Okay...” Dee brusquely mutters directions to Lee, then leaves.
Lee’s on her at once; one touch is all Kara needs.

***

Thousandth Landing, PG-13

“Congratulations.”
Kara whirls, then grins. “I didn’t think the President had time to visit the briefing room anymore.”
Lee shrugs. “Well, only on special occasions.”
She frowns suspiciously. “What--”
“Helo says it was your thousandth landing today. Since your reenlistment. I told him I’d take care of the celebration.” He moves closer and closer as he speaks.
“Oh?” Kara tilts her head back, her heart pounding like always at his nearness.
“Congratulations, Captain Thrace.” His lips press against hers, his arms wrapping her tightly.
Kara shivers as he kisses her neck. “I’ve always wanted to celebrate in here.”

***

FRAK SPACE, NC-17

An hour ago he was telling Kara about the loneliness of command, no one to spar with even, and somehow now he has her pinned beneath him on the wrestling mat.
Kara’s panting, chest heaving, and all he can do is stare at her mouth. Frak Dee, frak Sam. He wants her.
“Lee.” She’s breathless and he realizes suddenly she wants him, too. “Do it.”
His body slams down onto hers as their mouths meet, their hands groping eagerly. They frak like they’ve been craving it for years.
Months later, he’ll avoid this place, this memory. He’ll never tell Dee.

***

Oh, Lee, NC-17

She can’t remember the last time she had sex without thinking of Lee. Even now, as her husband thrusts inside her, hard and fast and perfect, she thinks of him.
“Look at me,” Sam commands, and she does but then she turns her face away. Through the gap in the curtains she can see the busy bunkroom, a little louder than usual as everyone tries to ignore them.
In the middle is Lee Adama, watching her, his eyes dark with jealousy and lust.
Sam slams into her and Kara arches in orgasm, jaw clenched around Lee’s name, never looking away.

[aurora-0811.livejournal.com]

OMG That last one. It's so hot and so wrong and SO HOT. GUH. Excellent job!

AND BINGO WAS HIS NAME-O

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Old Grudges Die Hard, Colonial One, NC-17

He comes down to New Caprica once after the groundbreaking. After her marriage.

Kara still can’t stay away.

There are words, hissed, then hollered. Doesn’t make a bit of difference. Neither does the ink on her arm or the band on his finger.

They still burn hot.

He pushes her against the nearest hard surface, pushes hard inside her. It’s fast and it’s furious and it’s fantastic.

She comes, moaning his name. Doesn’t care who hears.

Baltar steps out of the doorway of Colonial One, just a few feet to their left, and stares.

She shrugs. He’s heard it before.

***

A Vote of Confidence, Dipstick, PG-13

Kara stands in the shower on shaking legs. It’s been five days since the worlds ended.

She looks over to Lee, three showerheads over, body angled away from her. He’s leaning heavily, one hand against the wall.

She remembers their fight on the hangar deck with a guilty twinge.

His muscled back sags. He looks exhausted.

He looks good.

It’s a frakking rookie move to stare in the showers, but she does anyway.

He turns, catches her eyes, raises a brow.

“I’m sorry, Lee. I was wrong.”

Her eyes drop.

“You definitely have a big enough dipstick for the job.”

***

This Dance We Do, How’s the Wife?, PG

In the ring, it’s just the two of them.

Guess it’s just you and me, then.

They dance for a long time, then Kara feels him start to hesitate. He’s pulling his punches and giving her time to recover when one lands. She doesn’t want that.

She wants it to hurt. She wants it to burn.

Inside and out.

“How’s the wife, Lee?”

His jaw tenses.

“So, she ever wonder—”

“Shut up!” He snarls. Kara’s pulse races.

“-why the Pegasus commander flew all them donut runs down to New Caprica?"

He swings, connects, solid. Kara spits blood and grins.

***

My Compass, FTL, PG

Every FTL jump makes the music fade faster.

Kara screams herself hoarse. “We’re going the wrong way!!” She collapses on the brig floor. No one comes, no one believes her. Defeated, she closes her eyes.

But then suddenly he’s there, smoothing her hair again, wiping her tears. Lee’s body cradles hers, rocking like she’s a child.

“What about your journey?” she croaks. “Destiny. The quorum.”

He shakes his head. “Couldn’t get on the shuttle. If I have a destiny, it’s here, with you.” Lee smiles crookedly. “I’m a frakking idiot.”

She laughs into his chest. “I could’ve told you that.”

***

The Long and Short of It, How Long’s It Been?, PG-13

As Kara’s stretcher rolls away, Lee makes a decision.

He’s done waiting.

Except he’s not, because she takes her sweet time getting out of sickbay. He’s practically given up hope when she thumps onto the hangar.

After the raider, she needs a shower, so he helps her to the head, holds her crutches while she strips. Tries not to look as she showers, but he’s not that strong.

When she comes out, her eyes drop to his lap.Busted.

She smirks, “Gee, Apollo, how long’s it been?”

“Too long,” He grabs her waist, kisses her, walks her back into the shower.

Re: AND BINGO WAS HIS NAME-O

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Gah! How is it that you can make me love canon again? O_O These are fantastic, particularly the first three. WOW. I love the brutality in This Dance We Do. So good, bb!

Bingo! Again!

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

Your Reputation Precedes You, Basic Flight, PG

Lieutenant Lee Adama has already taken his post on the Atlantia when he hears about it. Apparently some firecracker cadet at the Flight Academy got thrown in hack for drunk and disorderly with an attitude on her that might just warrant being kicked out of the fleet.

But apparently the fleet would be lost without her.

The cadet busted every last one of Apollo’s hard earned records on the sims, and she’s only in basic flight. The irritation is only eased by a flicker of curiosity about the pilot who breezed through and surpassed everything he fought so hard for.

***

Ease the Pain, Happy Pills, PG

When the CAG shacks up, he apparently gets the best billet on the ship. Private bathroom included. Kara’s putting her kit away, thanking the gods for a little peace and quiet for future showers, when she comes across it.

A small orange bottle with a white cap and some scientific gobbledy gook written on it but somehow she knows. Anti-depressants. And from the handwritten date on the bottle he’s been taking them for more than a year.

When Dee’s been gone for a couple of months, and Kara’s gotten herself all settled in, the bottle vanishes and never comes back.

***

I've Done This Before, Handcuffs, PG-13

“LEE!” Kara snaps. “You are dead. Deadder than dead. So frakking beyond dead that you’d have to come back from the dead just so that I can kill you again!” Lee watches as Kara thrashes on the rack, tugging futilely where she’s handcuffed to the bed.

He slides in over her, straddling her hips. “Relax, Kara,” he says calmly.

“Frak you.” She growls.

“That’s the idea,” he murmurs, his hands splayed on her ribs. “Do you trust me?”

“What kind of frakking question is that?”

“Do you trust me?”

She huffs a frustrated sigh. “Yes. Fine. Whatever.”

“Then just relax.”

***

Time keeps on slipping, Reset the clock, PG

Lee watched the clock as the clock's big hand inched another minute forward. Another minute along in time. Another minute since Kara--

Another minute without her.

Lee's stomach knotted and twisted. Kara was gone and time kept moving and somehow he just could not wrap his mind around it.

He wanted to turn back the clock, turn back time. He'd made the wrong choice, but somehow he had foolishly thought it wouldn't be the end. When it came to Kara it never seemed to end.

But now it had. And the big hand on the clock inched another minute forward.

***

Worth a Thousand, Thousandth Landing, PG

"Three years, eight months, and twenty six days."

Kara looked up from the fireplace where she was trying to get a decent blaze going. Had to ward off the unbearable cold somehow. "What?"

"Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Lee asked.

"That you spend too much time counting days?" she shrugged.

She finally got a spark to smolder as Lee crouched beside her. "We've been here- together- for one thousand days, Kara. Thought it might be something to celebrate. Like a thousandth landing only more work."

Kara rolled her eyes but quickly found a much better way to stay warm.

Re: Bingo! Again!

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

These are all sooooo good, but I've Done This Before just crackles with energy! Yes. Fine. Whatever. HA! So Starbuck. Bravo!

*dances*

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Hee, the first one's really cute, made me giggle! :)

[rirenec.livejournal.com]

Colonial One - PG

Kara can only see his ass as he's bending down between the seats and so leans back to admire the view. She'd been watching it wiggle, wet and soapy in the showers this morning – twice in one day, what a treat.
"It’s a bit further along Lee, I saw it roll.” He stretches further and she bites her lip; one hand twitching to smooth over that taut curve.
“Still can’t find it.”
“Keep looking flyboy, it’s my favourite pencil.”
“How can you have a favourite pencil?”
“It’s got tasty wood.”
A pause.
Lee jumps and bangs his head. Kara laughs.

###

Dipstick - PG

She’s with the nuggets, training them in filthy deck duties; training them to know the area as well as any knuckle dragger because everyone needed to be able to clear the deck.
She sees him and their eyes meet. There are sparks.
“You take it out, wipe it clean then reinsert to tell the level of the oil. Do it when the engines cold or you get a false frakkin’ reading,” she imparts with a sneer. Predictable, Lee thinks. They’ve been off today. He grins over the nuggets’ heads. He’ll just wipe that scorn off later with his own rod.

###

How's the wife - PG

She’s dressed in black silk and her breasts gleam, swelling mesmerizingly as she’s leaning against the bar. He walks up and buys her a drink but she pays him no heed. She smells like she’s on the hunt.
Without looking she takes her drink and downs it.
The bartender is hovering over her. Kara hates being watched by anyone other than him, so she says loudly to Lee, “How’s the wife?” then moves over his lap and kisses him full on the mouth. They play this, the cheating scenario, because it reminds them of what almost happened.
The bartender leaves.

###

FTL – R

“Oh Gods, Lee, Gods… faster, it’s coming!” Her breath runs off into wordless noises. He’s moving quicker and quicker behind her. She’s pressed up against the wall, her hips bruised by the force of his thrusts. They can hear the countdown in the back ground and know from past experience that to come as the ship jumps is a massive high – a release that lasts for light years.
Three … two… one… Jump!
Fire and ice run through them.
“I love FTL,” Kara sighs afterwards.
They both know the code, ‘Frak Thy Lee.” Kara always adds a H – for ‘Hard’.

###

How Long's it Been? - PG

How long’s it been? Too long since they’ve had time to do this, just sit and be silent. They’re exhausted from the nonstop roller coaster since the fall and days have shifted into weeks and it makes them realise that they haven’t shared silence since before Zak.
They’re supposed to be working, but instead they’ve turned off the lights in the ready room and settled on the chairs to take stock. She’s not good at keeping silent with anyone else but she can with him and it’s calming. Later, her head drops and she sleeps peacefully. He kisses her forehead.

[embolalia.livejournal.com]

Oh that last one is so sad and sweet. And FTL was just hot!

Bingo #3: Blackout here I come!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Right and Wrong, Ceremony, R

Zak surprises her with a ring, asking teasingly if Lieutenant Thrace will become Lieutenant Adama. Kara’s not changing her name, but she says yes anyway.

Then she meets the real Lieutenant Adama and the world shifts off its axis.

It’s wrong, so very very wrong. But with Lee’s naked body pressing her down on the table, sliding deep inside her, it feels nothing but right.

She gives the ring back the next day, thinks with some regret that she’ll never be Lieutenant Adama now.

Five years later, at a sunrise ceremony by a river on a distant planet, she’s wrong.

***

Wake-up Call, launch tube, PG-13

After they rescue Cally and Chief from the launch tube, Kara and Lee walk silently back towards quarters. They haven’t really talked since the affair ended. Suddenly she grabs him, frog-marches him into a closet.

“Ow! What the frak, Kara?!”

“What if that had been us?” she demands.

He blinks. “What?”

“That could have been us, one frakking button push away from taking a spacewalk, Lee!”

Her body quivers, and Lee thinks it’s with rage, until he looks into Kara’s eyes. He pulls her close, wraps his arms around her, kisses her forehead.

The next day they file for divorces.

***

Wise Counsel, Colonel Tigh, PG

Kara huddles in her coat, watching Lee as he pushes a saw through another log.

Their cabin’s only half built and they’re trying to finish before the weather turns even more bitter on New Caprica. Before the baby comes.

It’s a hard life, but Kara wouldn’t trade it for all the worlds. Each time Lee smiles, brighter and easier than she’s ever seen, even back before Zak died, she’s grateful.

The fact that it’s all thanks to Tigh’s advice—If you love the boy, go find him and don’t ever frakking let go!—still blows her mind.

***

Eavesdropping, Coming in Hot, PG-13

Kat tosses and turns, stewing about how she kept coming in hot, busting her landing.

A noise interrupts her brooding. A moan. A very loud moan.

A very loud moan of the CAG’s name.

Speaking of coming in hot.

Well, good for Apollo. Starbuck’s always saying he needs to get laid.

Kat twitches her curtain for a visual, but his is closed. Whoever this chick is, she ain’t quiet. Keeps purring—Lee, oh Leeee—all soft and breathy, full of awe. Probably some pilot groupie.

She almost falls out of her rack when Captain Adama suddenly purrs back: Ohhh, Kara.

***

Zombie Apocalypse, I thought you were dead, PG-13

Lee Adama was not a religious man. Still he’d prayed every day of the six months since her ship exploded for her return.

He never could have imagined it like this: staggering out of high weeds towards him on destroyed Earth, her rotted flesh sagging, black hollows for eyes, bloodied mouth gaping.

Lee’s eyes widen as he takes her in, blood racing…and his heart lifts. Kara’s returned!

She limps closer, presses her stinking corpse to his dress blues.

When she sinks her teeth into his neck, Lee sighs.

It’s the kiss he’s been waiting for.

Re: Bingo #3: Blackout here I come!

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHAH! ROCK AND FUCKING ROLL! These are kick ass! HA! I am grinning at the last one. Well frakking done!

The first one is my favorite though. CANON! I love these!

Bingo #4: ONE MORE TO GO!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Too Frakking Late, They Better Start Having Babies, R

Lee enters the head to find Kara heaving, bleeding in the showers. He hasn’t touched her since it ended. Now he grabs her, alarmed.

“Frak! We’re going to sickbay.”

“Just came from there,” she mumbles.

“What did Cottle say?”

Her eyes are unfocused, watery.

“Said he took care of it.”

The words sink in. Lee goes cold.

“It’s—You—Were—” He can’t speak.

Kara answers a question he doesn’t ask. “Sam’s sterile.”

“It’s mine,” he breathes, then corrects himself. “Ours.” For a second, he forgets, his heart lifts.

“It was,” she sags to the floor. “It’s no one’s now.”

***

Sisterly Love, Artemis & Apollo, PG-13

Kara hates Lee’s new girlfriend.

Laura plays the giggling schoolteacher, but beneath all that hair, she’s calculating. Not right for Lee.

She decides to help him out.

At the bar that night, she grits her teeth as Laura coos about her “Captain Apollo.” Finally, the boys hit the head.

“Lee’s the best, huh?”

Laura nods.

“I’m practically his sister,” Kara grins. “Apollo had a sister, you know. In the myths? Artemis really loved her brother,” she winked. “If you know what I mean.” Then she suggests Laura join her and her boys for some “quality time.”

She’s gone by dessert.

***

Mr. Manners, Frak space, NC-17

Kara practically elbows him in the face as she grabs a pencil out of his hand.

“Gods, Starbuck. How about some manners?”

She snorts. “Guess Mamma didn’t raise me so right.”

“Yeah, well, a please or a thank you would be nice,” he grumbles.

Kara laughs dismissively, already back to her paperwork. “Make me, Apollo.”

Lee accepts the challenge.

By the time he’s got three fingers pumping inside her and his thumb on her clit, she’s cried please a dozen times already.

Later, he thinks he hears a thank you, too, but with her mouth full, it’s hard to tell.

***

No Return Address, photograph, PG

Kara takes a raptor up to the Galactica two days after she marries Sam. She packs slow, struggling to accept she won’t be back here ever again.

Tells herself she made her choice.

But when she reaches out to close her locker, her eyes snag on the photo there.

Seeing Lee again is like a suckerpunch to the gut and Kara can’t breathe. She makes herself take it, memorizing his face as long as she dares, then rips the photo messily.

She seals him in an envelope, marks it for the Pegasus, Attn: Anastasia Adama.

Dee won’t mind sloppy seconds.

***

Orally Fixated, cigar, R

Lee thinks he knows all the ways Kara Thrace can drive him crazy. He’s wrong.

Because when she walks up to them on New Caprica before the groundbreaking, a cigar pursed between cherry red lips, he gets obsessed with thoughts of what else those lips could fit around.

They all go for a drink and he watches Kara unabashedly the whole time. The way she tongues the tip of it, how her cheeks hollow as she sucks, the puckered kiss of her mouth as she blows.

When Dee and Sam go up for the next round, she winks at him.

Re: Bingo #4: ONE MORE TO GO!

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

HAHAHA! Mister Manners and Sisterly Love are a hoot! And I am happy that you finally wrote a little drabble of that fic idea; Too Frakkin' Late is excellent!

BINGO #5: BLACKOUT BABY!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Shop Till You Drop, Gift shop, PG-13

Kara drags Lee to every store in Delphi searching for Zak’s birthday gift.
Nothing’s right. He’s about to beg off when she approaches one last store.
His eyes widen.

Of course, he lets her lead him into the lingerie shop.

“OK, whadda ya think?”

She’s wearing red. Lace and satin and he closes his eyes, shakes his head no.

Two minutes later, “What about this?” Black this time. Leather and straps.

“Kara, Zak will love you in anything. I-I gotta go,” he turns. But she stops him, eyes dark, and leans in, close enough to kiss.

“They’re not for Zak.”

***

Only One, This seems familiar, R

They’ve been getting increasingly careless. So when Sam storms into the ready room as Lee’s frakking Kara against the whiteboard, it shouldn’t be such a surprise.

They hadn’t even dogged the hatch.

Still, Lee freezes, panicked, as Sam sneers, “This seems familiar.”

Kara sighs.

“You think you’re the first, Apollo?” Sam chuckles. “You’re not. She used to sneak out at night on New Caprica.”

Kara’s jaw sets. “Actually, Sam, I was meeting him.” She turns, eyes warm on Lee’s. “He’s not the first. He’s the only.”

Sam files for divorce. Kara, technically, doesn’t break her vows. It’s a win-win situation.

***

No Place Like It, Twelve colonies, R

Picon’s fleet academy simulators (after hours). Aerilon’s pyramid arena (during a game).

The Libron law library’s quiet room (they weren’t).

A grassy field on a Leonis plain. Behind the bushes at the Aquaria Summerfest.

A raft on the Acheron River on Sagitarron (that one took balance). At Lee’s grandfather’s cabin on Tauron.

In the Pantheon of Sacred Scrolls on Gemenon. (Kara worried it was blasphemous).

On a Canceron beach (sunburned…everywhere). On the deck of a boat in the Scorpia shipyard.

Kara and Lee have frakked in all twelve colonies, but their favorite place is on Caprica—at home in bed.

***

Insubordination, Captain Adama, sir, NC-17

“Yes,” gasp “Sir.” moan “Captain” grunt “Adama,” groan “Sir.”

The slap of skin is loud in the quiet briefing room, as Lee thrusts hard into Kara from behind.

“And you won’t dis-disobey—” Lee’s voice quavers as she grinds back defiantly, hips twisting. He cracks his palm against her ass, and Kara moans— “a direct order again, right, lieutenant?”

“No,-unngh, oh gods, Le-, Sir!” she corrects. He slaps her ass again for the slip-up, but rubs his hand soothingly over her cheek, then plunges deeper.

Yes, this is a much better punishment than the brig.

***

Happy, Nothin’ but the rain, PG

When his father’s raptor disappears from view, Kara turns to Lee, studying him with concern. She steps closer, threading her fingers through his.

He looks down at their hands, surprised somehow, then back to Kara. She smiles softly. “Guess it’s just you and me, now.”

They lay the last bit of roof on their log cabin as thunder rumbles in the sky.

Later, the storm wakes him. He looks down at Kara, asleep in his arms, and his heart swells.

Lee misses his dad, regrets many things.

But he's happy.

He lays awake, listening to the sound of the rain.

Re: BINGO #5: BLACKOUT BABY!

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

CONGRATULATIONS, BB!

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