Pilots Bingo: Season 4

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Lots and lots of bingos yesterday! Bravo everyone! Four more people have tied for Most Bingos with two bingos each. (Will anyone win a solo victory with three today? I wonder!!)

I can't count! We do have a winner for Most Bingos for Season 3! Congratulations:



SEASON 4 CARDS





THE TWIST IS STILL IN EFFECT!
None of your drabbles can be set in Season 4 (although I wonder if anyone minds - it is S4, after all).

ETA: As a favor to your tired mod, please number your bingos. My brain would greatly appreciate it! Thanks! :D

Comments

[embolalia.livejournal.com]

I did three yesterday! But I don't think any of us are being particularly competitive :)

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

My apologies. I've corrected it above. Congratulations! :D:D

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

Not competitive?! Oh, it's on! Lol. I kid, I kid!

A quite angsty bingo.

[lizziec]

What if it had been Zak? (G)

Lee's voice was crackly as the line kept breaking up. Something to do with the atmosphere around the planet.

Kara had spent the last hour pleading with Lee to forgive her for that night, for the way she'd hurt him that morning. Two months of marriage had shown that her marriage was a mistake. She loved Sammy but she wasn't in love with him.

The comms line crackled again and she missed Lee's response. Asked him to repeat. He sounded weary.

"That night Kara. What if it had been Zak?"

She knew when she was fighting a losing battle. Kara let the connection drop.

--

Nuked planet (G)

In the quiet of the Forests of Kobol now that the fleet was reunited, Kara found her mental block on everything that had happened on Caprica lifting.

Here, next to Lee, companionably listening to the murmured conversations that surrounded them Kara felt the words tumbling out almost despite herself.

"Gods Lee, if you could have seen that nuked planet. Everything that happened there. It was like something out of a nightmare, worse than anyone had imagined..."

As Kara turned to face Lee he reached out a hand and cradled her face. She knew she wouldn't have to say any more. Lee always understood.

--

Frak space (NC-17)

It was definitely unplanned. Lee's relief at Kara's safe return had led him to kiss her, and she had held on to him, unwilling to let him stop, begging for more, reaching for him and Lee had found himself fumbling to get rid of his clothes because he was desperate to feel her. He found himself getting closer to release whenever she moaned with pleasure. With climax it was as if the worlds had righted themselves again.

Despite her exhaustion and the pain radiating from her knee Kara smiled. It had been much less awkward than that time in the Viper.

--

I believe you (G)

Kara knew that she had to talk to Lee about that night with the table.

The coffee here was overpriced and generally dreadful but the lack of alcohol would hopefully stop things being more complicated.

"It was a stupid thing to do. We were drunk. It should never have happened and it can never happen again. I love Zak."

Lee's face was completely unreadable.

Quietly he said "I know. I believe you. I'm being posted to the Atlantia, we need never see each other again."

It's what she wanted, but Kara was left wondering why she felt the bottom of her world had fallen out.

--

Too frakking late (G)

The insistent knocking invaded Lee's sleep. Dee was on duty and it took him a few seconds to realise he needed to answer it. Pissed for having his sleep disturbed he fumbled with the hatch, opening it on Kara.

"Frak, Kara, what are you doing here? It's too frakking late," he spat out. Then he really saw her.

Lee hadn't seen her like this since Scar. He felt the anger of her betrayal that morning on New Caprica melt away.

She was broken.

Pulling her in to the room he wrapped her in a blanket and poured a glass of moonshine.

"Tell me about it."

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[rirenec.livejournal.com]

Too frakking late? Wow, kicker with a nice ending there. Frak Space brought a smile. Great run.

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[rayruz.livejournal.com]

Guhhhhhhhh I love the last one soooooo much... Need more lee reaching out to Kara always

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[embolalia.livejournal.com]

That time in the Viper, huh? ;) I liked I Believe You the best--it says so much about how she felt for both of them.

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[howlinchickhowl.livejournal.com]

Oh, that last one, it's just necessary. He wrapped her in a blanket? I need that. gorgeous.

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[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Gah! That first one breaks my heart! I wonder if she would have done the same thing if it had been Zak. Poor Lee. :(

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[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

I really like the last one. I would have loved to have seen that.

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[damao2010.livejournal.com]

I loved the last one. Wouldn't it have been great if she had reached out to him like that and he had let go of his pride for her? Oh, pilots... :(

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[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Oof angsty indeed. Pilots, why you gotta be so hard on each other, yo?

Hurrah for the comic relief of frak space. :) And I like the simple pleasure of Nuked planet. It's lovely.

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[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

Too frakking late . . . I love when he tries to act all hard and pissy and she owns him with a single look. So them. :)

Exxxxxcellent

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[rirenec.livejournal.com]

The Colony - PG

Kara's ship lands and she feels the pull of the others so fiercely pushes past the marines. The song's in her head and everywhere she turns, but only one way will lead her to where she needs to be… with the others. She does not know their names yet or their faces but she senses they are just like her.

The music is strumming in her heart and in her gut.

Doors, corridors, ladders… soon she's in the room with them as the music builds to a crescendo.

Tigh.

Tory.

Tyrol.

And Lee.

They and she are the Final Five.
***

All That Matters - PG

It's the rules of their arrangement; it all that matters – don't tell Sam, don't tell Dee… and so they frak in every silent, unwitting quiet corner they can find. It was part of their problem before being married, that they couldn't get past Zak, now without him they struggle with the choices they've made. Lee knows she could be happy with Sam, just as he could be with Dee – if only it weren't for Kara and if only it weren't for him.

Time and time again they meet in secret to fulfil their darkest dreams, dreams that won't come true.
***

Memorial Wall - PG

It's the early days of the wall, where pictures are bright, not smudged by too many tears or the years of dust and oil from finger prints when he visits to put one up of his mother. They'd a rocky relationship for certain, but mostly she'd been a good mother.

Years later when the wall's coated in filth and grime and some pictures trampled into nothing on the floor, Lee up picks his mother's photograph. As he does, he notices that Kara's has been replaced. He drops his mother's image to caress the face of his lost lover. She's beautiful.
***

(Okay, within s4 but at the end, so I'm fudging it).

Dreilide - PG

Kara watches as Lee calls for her and she knows that he can no longer see her. Warm fingers take both her hands; the Leoben avatar one and her father the other.

He will live his life out in peace, they tell her, always loving you, but knowing that your place was to bring them to this world. Earth.

She jerks away from their touch. The end to her journey felt good, but his pain does not. He won't ever forget her… and she aches for his time spent alone.

To unhearing ears, she whispers 'I love you, Lee Adama.'
***

Co-ordinates - PG

"So, where are we going Kara? The beach? The movies? Which co-ordinates we heading to hon?"

The wind from outside the jeep tickles Zak's words as they race along the freeway in her jeep.

"It's a surprise…"

"Great, my birthday and I'm not spending it in bed with you."

He leans over to kiss her neck, running his tongue along her collar bone. Kara speeds up.

When they arrive, his family shout 'surprise', then lavish him with gifts. Zak and most people are drunk in a few hours. Kara takes Lee's hand and leads him to a bedroom until dawn.

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[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Holy shit. That last one is like a punch in the gut. Wow. All are so well done. Kudos.

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[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

O M G !

The last one. I'm fumbling for words because that is just soooo wicked and I really shouldn't like it as much as I do . . . but I do, I really really do.

Bingo 1

[rayruz.livejournal.com]

The Colony, PG
She's a coffee barista and a mechanic by day and a starving artist by night. New York City is one of the few places you can pull that shit off. Of course, she isn't painting every night, and some nights she paints better under the influence of alcohol.

So when The Colony, the bar on her block, gets a new bartender, Kara figures it's as good an excuse as any to grab a drink, or five.

She doesn't mean to take Lee home with her but they talked all night, trying to figure out where they knew each other from.

***
Proof Positive, PG

At first she told herself it was the radiation. Half the squadron was hurling their guts out after going through the star cluster.  Then, when she missed her period, she told herself it was the stress of losing pilots and the bullshit symbol on the bullshit temple.

But she couldn't lie her way out of the results picked up during routine bloodwork. The only thing she could do was ask Cottle to run one last test for her. She stood, pacing through sickbay until he showed her the results--it was proof-positive that she was pregnant...

...with Lee Adama's baby.

***
Mutiny, PG

Lee was immediately distressed when he saw the bandage on Kara's stomach. "Let me see."

Kara was immediately irritated.

"Frak. Kara... What happened down there?"

Kara stared out into the rain. "I got shot."

"Did you-- I mean, are you--"

"Lee!" she snapped. "I'm here, I'm fine." And then he got that look on his face like he wasn't about to let it drop. "So how did you spend your summer vacation, Lee?"

A pause. "Well, I led a mutiny," he said, gesturing your surroundings. "And held a gun to Saul Tigh's head."

"Now that I wish I could see."

***
Cancer, PG

" A man isn't a man until he wears the wings of a viper pilot," Lee mocked his father's tone of voice as he crumpled his soda can.

"Yeah, well at least you don't go home to him every night." He looked over to see Kara grimacing. Under her breath, she muttered something about a cancer that needed to be removed.

Lee quirked an eyebrow at her. In the months he'd gotten to know Kara since she moved into the school district, she had never talked about her home life.

"What? It's not like you have the monopoly on bad parents."

***
These are not your men, PG

Day and night don't matter. The passage of time is measured by how strong she gets as she works her body back into shape after a year of laziness. She has to build herself up against whatever torture the cylons have for her.

But there is nothing she could have done to build up a defense against this.

"I've missed you, Kara."

She looks up to see a machine wearing Zak's face smiling from the door to her cell.

She snaps his neck and watches the body drop. At least Lee will never have to know. His heart's broken enough.

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[rirenec.livejournal.com]

Gah, These are not Your Men is so harsh... ouch, but it's really to the point. Great drabbles.

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[rirenec.livejournal.com]

Proof Positive - PG

It's 100% proof positive – or that's what Cottle says…

Frak, it's been a months since they well, frakked, but the blood tests prove it. The child's Lee's.

Kara glides a hand over her curved belly, imagining what it's going to be like. Bill happy as a grandfather and Lee proudly handing their child to his proud granddad. It's a beautiful image.

The rain patters on the tent above and the air's cold.

Sam walks in and brushes the drips from his hair. Cottle clears his throat and leaves.

"It's a girl Sam. A girl, she's gonna be perfect and ours."

***

The Sun - PG

Sam's mind is somewhere else as the fleet approaches the sun; it's with Kara, Lee and Dee on another sunlit day on another world. He knew she loved him but from the first he knew he had competition. Not that he considered it competition, for in loving Kara for who she was, he loved her for all her faults and all the things she needed to survive. He hadn't liked it, but love and like were different things.

He'd felt sorry for Dee though when Kara had married him, for he'd known that Lee would react by marrying Dee.

***

I Will Hit a Cripple - PG

Kara's still using her sticks. He knows that brush with death scared her, but she's stronger than that and should be recovered. She just needs a push.

Lee deflects Helo's punch then blocks the return before he flicks a look to where she stands. Helo reads the message and throws another which Lee ducks and rolls, coming up to where she's resting. He kicks her sticks aside and bates her with, "Come on Starbuck… stop being a wimp."

She glares at him, unzips her jacket then limps into the ring.

"So you can only take me as a cripple?"

***

Wine Glass - PG

Kara's lying on the floor with the full glass over her head. Helo's drawing it higher and higher to the 'boos' and 'yays' of the rec room. One foot and she's swallowing convulsively to stop it going down her shirt, then again as he lifts it higher to two foot, three foot and four.

"Starbuck… Starbuck!"

She looks up to Lee and gives him a grin; it spills down her chin and she loses the challenge.

"Bad luck Kara, you get the dead shift on Fri!" Lee pronounces.

"Not yet Apollo. Your turn," she says with a drunken sparkle.

***

The Rest Isn't Worth a Damn - PG

They're going through some dead pilots stuff, sorting it for the fake hilarity of an auction where they try to celebrate the deceased by spending money on their stuff; it's crass and cold but it's the only way they can cope with the fact that tomorrow it might be them.

She chucks some stuff on the grey sheets of her bed then pins Lee with a look.

"That's it,' she comments, 'Because the rest isn't worth a damn."

He cups her cheek.

"Not to him it wasn't, Kara."

"Yeah, and frak lot of good that's gonna do him now."

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[embolalia.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I like the emotional turmoil of Proof Positive. I wonder what she would have done?

Embolalia #1

[embolalia.livejournal.com]

Relieved of Duty, PG-13
“Sir?” Kara slips into Adama’s office, her insignia clutched in her hand.
He smiles fondly. “We’ll miss you up here, Kara. Good luck.”
She nods as she sets the pips on his desk, then catches a movement in the doorway and whirls to see Lee enter.
Their eyes catch. For a moment she relives the sensation of his touch, his body on hers, his chest beneath her cheek. Then Lee’s eyes narrow and Kara sees the truth of it in his face: she’s broken his heart more soundly than anyone else could have.
“Lee--” she begins, but he’s already gone.

Signal, NC-17
Lee glances at his cards and nearly misses it: Kara taps a beat-up card against her lip twice, then puts it down. She folds and leaves; a round later, he follows.
Their storage locker is pitch black, and she grabs his wrist when he reaches for the light. Kara doesn’t speak, so neither does Lee, just gives in to sensation as she pulls off his uniform. He reaches out and finds Kara naked; even in the darkness he knows her body.
She pushes his hands away, slides down and takes him in her mouth. When he comes he sees stars.

Alliance, PG
“I heard what he said.”
Kara turns her head sharply, sees Dee standing beside her in line for dinner. “What?”
“Lee, Kara. I heard...” She stops talking, but her expression tells the rest.
“Come here,” Kara puts down her tray and pulls Dee into the hall. “Look, I don’t know what--”
“It’s okay,” Dee says. “I want to help. I care about him, too.”
For a moment Kara is filled with resistance, with possessiveness. Then it evaporates. Dee is good and sweet and not an epic frak-up who destroys everyone she loves. “Okay,” she says softly. “Here’s what you do.”

Transponder, NC-17
“This is seriously the worst chore, ever.” Kara grumbles. “How would the cylons have hidden a transponder in the maintenance ducts anyway?”
“Yeah...” Lee mutters, transfixed by the sight of her ass as Kara crawls ahead of him.
Kara tries to look back but can’t. “Lee?”
His hands reach her ankles and stroke the revealed skin. He feels Kara shiver. He slides his hands slowly up her legs, around her waist and unbuttons her pants.
“Lee,” Kara gasps as he leans forward, presses his mouth against her. She shrieks a few minutes later as she comes. “Never mind. Best ever.”

I Believe You, G
They’re on jump 203, maybe 204, when Lee starts to lose it. He’s telling Kara something he realized about raiders’ weapons range when suddenly he starts laughing uncontrollably.
Kara frowns, worried, reaches out for Lee as tears start to run down his cheeks. “Hey!” She slaps him hard.
Lee stops laughing, blinks at her tiredly. “Sorry. It’s just...when I came here I was going to collect on our stupid bet. I was quitting the military. But...” He gestures around. “I would have made a good lawyer,” he says softly.
Kara nods, reaches out to hug him. “I believe you.”

*BONUS* (This is from season 4--oops!--but I like it. Wrote you another one instead, too!)
Transponder, PG
After he’s finished dealing with the Cylons and the Fleet, Lee finds Kara still sitting in her pristine Viper.
He climbs up the ladder, touches her shoulder gently.
Kara turns. “Where was I Lee?” she asks, voice shaking. “Who put that transponder in my Viper while I was...what, unconscious?” She shakes her head. “The Demetrius didn’t have to happen!”
Lee reaches out as she begins to panic and takes Kara’s face between his hands. “Kara!” he says firmly. She quiets. “There’s an explanation, even if we don’t know it yet. And I love you no matter what it is.”

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[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

These are all excellent. I love the porny ones best. :)

One (Like I'm going to manage another.)

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

I will hit a cripple, PG
About every three steps, Lee feels the tip of a crutch hit the back of his calf. It’s annoying but he does ignores it. It means Kara is up and moving which is most important. Just needs to get to the briefing room…

Then the crutch nearly trips him, swiping harder. Kara cackles as he fumbles to turn a glare in her direction.

“What? You wouldn’t hit a girl on crutches, would you? You’re a gentleman, Lee,” she smirks.

“Don’t bet on that last part, Kara,” he winks.

“Really?” Her face aglow with possibilities and mischief.

Lee grins back, “Really.”

wine glass, PG
She holds it like it’s the last wine glass in the universe. It’s not. There’s a whole rack behind the bar down stairs. But the chiffon tickling her knees is throwing her off. The scarves tied around her wrists keep half getting in her way. Kara’s used to drinking rotgut not wine anymore.

The click of the hatch locking pulls her attention from the wine. Lee stands in his dress grays, appraising her openly. He cleans up pretty good too. She’s glad she found a dress.

Lee steps forward and whispers, “Now, let’s see how it looks on the floor.”

the sun, PG
The bright sun of Caprica puts everything into perspective. Seeing Helo again when he’d been given up for dead. Being in her apartment again, filled with ghosts from a time Kara only thought was Hades.

And then she gets hit on while playing pyramid. So familiar and clichéd as to be disgusting. Kara cringes and rolls away throwing the ball at Samuel T. Anders big fat head.

If there’s away to get off this dead frakking world, Kara Thrace will find it. She steps out into the night and looks to the stars. She needs to get back to him.

proof-positive, PG
“If I leave Sam, will you still leave Dee?” Kara can’t believe the words are coming out of her mouth.

Then she wishes that they hadn’t because the look on Lee’s face is nothing like she expects. His breath stutters. It looks like he might pass out. He rubs a hand down his face, composing himself. “Kara,” he breathes, shaking his head. “I need… I need proof.”

She nods back and shouts into the corridor. “Kara Thrace loves Lee Adama!”

Kara’s grinning, nearly giggling when she pulls back into the room. “Enough?”

His kiss is more than enough for her.

the rest isn’t worth a damn, PG
Lee watches Kara move around their little New Caprican tent. It’s raining outside. The wind is blowing. Everything is muddy and cold. He’s almost certain there’s a puddle under their bed. He wonders a hundred times a day what made him agree leave the dry security of Pegasus. Lee Adama was not cut out for roughing it like this.

Then Kara turns around, his sweats pulled tight across her ever expanding belly. “Gods, Lee quit staring.” Her grin fades into a glare, and she stalks towards as well as someone who can only waddle can.

Stifling a laugh, Lee remembers.

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[embolalia.livejournal.com]

Oh my, I think you need to write more about ungentlemanly Lee--he has a lot of promise under Kara's tutelage! Proof-positive was adorable, too :)

Firing up the Muse #1

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Never So Long, Hi, Lee, PG

“Hi, Lee,” he heard behind him and froze, his breath catching painfully in his throat.

His back stiffened and he spoke without turning. “Hi, Kara.”

It had been five months since she walked out of his life. All of the anger he’d pushed away came rushing back and he felt heat rising into his face.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly and took a step closer.

He squeezed his fingers into fists. “I can’t, Kara… Not again.”

She stayed silent and then he heard her move away.

He took a shuddering breath, cursed himself.

“Kara, wait.”

***

Old Friends, Hera, PG

Kara stirs the noodles in the pot, mind distracted by their impending guests. “I hope Helo’s okay, Lee.”

“I told you to call him. It’s probably been hard.” Lee pulls plates out of the cabinet and sets the table.

“We don’t work that way. I need to see him. He gets it.” The thud of dishes onto the table ends and she feels Lee’s arms snaking around her waist.

“You’re a good friend. I know he’ll be happy to see you.”

She sinks back against him. “He always wanted a daughter, Lee. Said he was going to name her Hera.”

***

Impasse, You’re Going the Wrong Way, PG-13

Lee’s jaw is clenched in anger. “I can’t do this anymore, Kara.” He rakes a hand across his mouth.

Kara’s face is flushed, lips still wet from his kiss. She doesn’t say anything, just chews on her lip, body tense.

“Something, Kara. Some godsdamned sign that this is going somewhere. I’m married for gods’ sake.”

Lee stares at her face, getting angrier when she won’t meet his eyes. He snatches his tanks off the table and yanks them over his head.

With a frustrated growl, he spins and heads towards the hatch.

“Lee,” she chokes. “You’re going the wrong way.”

***

Returning the Favor, Relieved of Duty, NC-17

Kara reaches for him, wrapping her fingers around his length, but he pulls away, shaking his head. “Not tonight. You are relieved of duty, Lieutenant.”

She chuckles, falling back against the pillows, shuddering as his lips trail over the flesh of her shoulder, her breasts, lower... His mouth is hot, wet against her skin, leaving a trail of arousal in its wake.

When his mouth finds her center, she moans, arching her hips against his tongue. He groans against her, pressing his face into her wet heat. A flush of arousal spreads through her body. She comes, gasping his name.

***

Wise Choices, Zarek’s Wingman, PG

“You should have never trusted him and I should have put a bullet between his eyes,” Kara says as she fights to untie a knot in her bootlace.

“I didn’t trust him, Kara, but he was right about elections. I just didn’t think he’d try to steal them.” Lee slumps down into a chair.

“He’s a terrorist. Was in prison for twenty years. What did you expect?” She pulls at the knot with her teeth.

Lee rubs his eyes tiredly. “I don’t know.”

Kara frees the knot with a grin. “I told you being his wingman was a bad idea.”

Re: Firing up the Muse #1

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

I love Impasse and Returning the Favor!!! *g*

Now the Muse is Tired #2

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

A Time Well Chosen, Sine Qua Non, PG

Kara’s finger slides over the slim platinum band, thinking how far they’d come in the past few months. The ceremony had been short, just them with Bill and Laura. She’d cried when she said she wouldn’t and it turned out that Lee had been calm. Said he always knew it would end like this, with the two of them married, about to have a child. He’d just needed to wait.

When the time came, he slipped the band on her finger. Inside, the words he’d had engraved:

Sine qua non, that without not which.

***

Not Exactly Her Maiden Voyage, Demetrius, PG

“It’s disgusting in here,” Lee groans, his face wrinkling.

“Get used to it, Lee. It’s home sweet home.” Kara plops down onto a bench and puts her feet up on the table.

Lee scrapes the contents of the table top into a waiting garbage can. “How did you ever live on this thing?”

Kara laughs. “I can see we’ll be great roommates, Lee.”

“Yeah, you, me and wide wide ocean. I might like getting swept overboard.”

Later, they watch the sun as it dips over the horizon and he pulls her close.

“I guess I can live with the smell.”

***

Discoveries, What am I?, PG

“I can’t even remember their names.” Lee takes another drink.

“Flattop, Chuckles, Rayban…” Kara says a few more before her memory fails, as well. “Too many to count, Lee.” She pours more whiskey into their glasses, and takes a drink, her eyes getting distant.

“In the beginning, I thought I’d remember every single one,” Lee says, swirling the amber liquid. “Now it’s like they never lived. I don’t know who they are anymore.”

She takes another gulp and swallows. “And what about me, Lee? What am I?” Her face is suddenly close.

Lee touches her cheek. “You’re everything, Kara. Everything.”

***

Just in Time, Signal, PG

Kara waits for Lee’s signal before she goes in, gun drawn and ready. Lee’s just ahead of her, two more cops behind them. They’ve heard the stories this man’s on a mission to destroy the Twelve Worlds, although it doesn’t make any sense. One man can’t be that powerful.

Lee motions them forward and Kara pounds on the door. “Police. Open up.”

They hear movement and lean away from the door. The lock snicks and the door opens. A small man with gray hair and a pinched expression greets them.

Kara raises her weapon. “John Cavil, you are under arrest.”

***

The Truth Be Known, Earth, PG

Long after everyone else leaves, they linger, their naked bodies intertwined as they gaze up at the glimmering constellations.

“Do you think we’ll ever find Earth?” she asks, her finger trailing over his chest.

“I didn’t think it was possible before, but now… Yes, I do.” Lee says, his voice strong.

“How can you be so sure? Maybe it’s a cylon trick.” She waves a hand towards the twinkling shapes.

“It’s not a trick, Kara. I know it.”

“How can you know?”

“Because I’m here with you...like this. This is a dream that was never supposed to come true either.”

Re: Now the Muse is Tired #2

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

AH I like what you ended up doing with Demetrius! <3 Love them sailing off into the sunset together!

Re: First Bingo!

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Star Chart and Transponder are both frakking fantastic. Fun and flirty and sexy as hell! <3

And I really like I can't live without her. :) If only it'd gone that way!

First Bingo!

[sammy567.livejournal.com]

Not sure what happened, but my mind couldn't get out of the gutter for a couple of these.

P.S. 100 word requirements are TOUGH.

***

so say we all, PG
“No dirty socks on table!”
“That’s for you, Crashdown! So say we all!”
“What is going on here?”
“Starbuck, we’re adding new rules. No looking is not enough to survive living with each other.”
“And socks is the best you’ve come up with?”
“Well, no fraking in others’ bunks,” Racetrack replied with a grimace.
“And no forgetting to undog the hatch during sleep hours.”
“Costanza,” Kat coughed out.
“Not bad, not bad… I’m adding one. No bets on me and the CAG.” Starbuck glared at the pilots and was met with sheepish grins.
“So say we all” they replied, begrudgingly.

***

six hours and change, R
Kara is barely through the hatch door when Lee slams up against her.
“You’re late. We only have 5 minutes.” His hands are fumbling with her flight suit.
“Gods, how long has it been?”
”Six hours and change.”
She slides her hands into his shorts as he palms her ass. “Huh, feels shorter than that.”
“Nope. I counted. It’s been 11 jumps.” He’s kissing up her neck now.
“That’s a terrible record. We should at least go for 1 every 10.”
“Shh. 4 minutes. Less talking.”
As their bodies connect she arches back and sighs, “Reset the counter to zero.”

***

star charts, R
Kara’s trying to talk pilots but she can tell he’s not listening. “What are you doing?”
Behind her, Lee answers, “Drawing stars.”
“You’re what?”
“Your freckles, they’re like star charts in the sky. “ He turns her body to run his fingers along her stomach. “See? Zeus’ thunder.” Her breath hitches and he smirks at her reaction. “Aphrodite’s belt.”
His fingers twist her nipple and she breathes out, “That’s not a freckle.”
He moves his hands to her inner thigh and whispers, “Artemis’ bow.”
She reaches for his length and tells him, “I know where you can find Apollo’s arrow.”

***

transponder, R
She answers the telephone after three rings.
“Lieutenant Thrace,” she answers, out of breath.
Commander Adama’s voice is in her ear, “Lieutenant, what is the status of your search?”
“Still searching, sir.”
“Starboard hanger is rather large. Should I send more personnel to help with your search? Starbuck?”
“No sir, I’m close, close to done with Captain Adama’s help, sir.”
“Alright. Keep me updated.”
The line goes dead and she cries out, “Gods, I’m close.”
After she’s stopped shaking, Apollo looks up from between her legs and says, “Actually, you’re done. We didn’t find any transponders in the gift shop.”

***

i can't live without her, PG
“I can’t live without her.” Lee is standing at the bar, trying to flag the bartender down for drinks when Billy sloppily flops down next to him.
“Whoa, Billy. I think you need to relax and settle down.”
“She’s here, isn’t she? You two are on a date.”
“Ease up soldier, no one’s stealing your girl,” Kara’s voice startles Billy as he spins off his barstool, landing on the floor.
Lee sends a silent curse to Dee as he and Kara help Billy up and out of the bar to sober up in their room. Not the plan, he thinks.

Re: First Bingo!

[rirenec.livejournal.com]

so say we all - chuckling here from that one, then even more a transponder - it's amazing where those pesky things can lurk, or where you may need to look for them.

1 Lonely Bingo

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Hands-On Approach, cancer, R

She feels frakking stupid doing it, where anyone could catch her, but a little humiliation is better than the alternative. Under the spray, Kara slides a hand over her breast, pressing and lifting. Her thumb brushes her nipple and arousal spikes through her.

All the double shifts thanks to Tigh’s moment of glory have her on edge. Lee’s little stunt with the towel earlier hadn’t helped either.

“What are you doing?” Speak of the devil… Her eyes open. Lee’s staring, hunger in his gaze.

Kara swallows. “Self exam. Cottle said I had to.”

He grins, steps closer. “Let me help.”

***

Disturbing Visions, Bill and Laura, PG

“I’m telling you, it’s the truth,”

“No, it’s not.” Lee shakes his head. “It can’t be.”

Undeterred, she moves in, pokes her finger into his chest hard. “Yes, it is! Racetrack said she saw your dad doing—”

He slaps a hand over her mouth.

“Mmmfh!”

“Kara, trust me. If my father was really frakking the President, on his desk, in his quarters, I really don’t need you putting that mental image in my head, okay?”

She nods, eyes wide. He pulls his hand away and she smirks. “Bet your morning briefings just got a lot more interesting though, Apollo.”

***

Well, Good Morning to You, Too, I could do this all day, NC-17

Morning comes too soon.

So when Lee leans down to kiss her goodbye, Kara drags him back into bed. He feebly protests his suit will get wrinkled, even as he presses closer, and Kara says that won’t be a problem. Straddling him, she strips it off, piece by piece. Kara’s mouth trails down over taut abs and wiry dark curls. She licks him slowly, curling and flicking her tongue around his cock till it rises and she plunges down. The heavy flesh pulses in her mouth as she sucks, harder every time Lee moans.

She could do this all day.

***

Another Life, The Opera House, NC-17

The Helice Opera House’s director drives a hard bargain. But after eight years as her father’s manager, Kara can appreciate that. She’s no pushover.

When they finally shake on it, Kara jolts, gaze snapping to his blue eyes in wonder.

Dreilide plays an eight-week engagement. Kara watches from the wings each night, Lee joining her often to discuss music and art during the program breaks.

Much later, when he pushes her over his desk, trails his tongue down her spine till she shivers, thrusting between her parted thighs, she’ll appreciate his ability to drive a hard bargain all over again.

***

Pleasure is a Two-Way Street, Baby, one-way mission, NC-17

He licks up into her, strong hands spreading her wide, his thumbs caressing her slick folds. Kara writhes as Lee spears deep, filling her until his lips are flush to her engorged sex. She arches, rocks downward, riding his face with quick snaps of her hips. Soon she’s keening his name, sharp curses filling the Pegasus commander’s quarters--frakking gods, lee, ohh, mmmm, oh frak yes, unnnngh, ohhh gods, OHHH LEEE!--as her orgasm rockets through her body.

Sated, she collapses.

It isn’t until he clears his throat that she remembers and slides her mouth down over him once more.

Re: 1 Lonely Bingo

[rirenec.livejournal.com]

Disturbing Visions - hahaha, reminds me of the kiss during the mutiny when K/L look away from the parentals doing the tongue tango. Hands-On Approach -she does need to keep those checks up ;)