DPP: Get Your Game On!

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Welcome Pilots Lovers! I'll be conducting the DPP train this week, and I hope you'll come aboard for the ride!

Today, we're kicking off a  little game  that I think you'll all know and love...

 

 

L-R: Miss Scarlet, Professor Plum, Ms. Green, Colonel Mustard (lying), Mr. Boddy, Mrs. Peacock, Ms. White


We'll, of course, be adapting this classic game with a bit of a twist. It's not so much about dead-bodies (although I suppose it could be!)  in this version as canoodling pilots!  You'll leave prompts in a clue-style format, and hopefully other folks will come along and fill them. (Or you can fill them yourself if you really want to!) 

HERE'S HOW IT WORKS:

1) In the game of CLUE, players try to guess which character (who) killed someone in a certain location (where) with a certain weapon (what).  

For example:  

WHO: Colonel Mustard 

WHERE: in the Library 

WHAT: with the Candlestick

In OUR game of Clue, players will leave prompts! The who is implied (Kara and Lee), but the where, when and what are up to you to decide!

Examples:

WHERE: Under Kara's Viper

WHEN: Season One

WHAT: Motor Oil

You can also, if you so desire, leave a bonus prompt of a piece of dialogue, you'd like to see integrated in the drabble. 

EXAMPLE: 

WHERE: Colonial One quorem room 

WHAT:  Caprican delegate nameplate

WHEN:  Season 4

BONUS: "You want to pass a motion, Lee?"

Please leave each prompt in a separate comment for easier filling. Maybe multiple will fill your prompt with different versions of what might have happened, like the fantastic ending of the movie?!

I'm sure you get the idea, right? A few more general thoughts: your drabbles or ficlets (or full-sized fics!) don't have to be sexy, they could be funny, or cracky or murderous just like the game. Maybe K&L are on a killing spree through the ship? Hey, sky's the limit. If you can think of some way to fill the prompt other than writing, that would be fine too. Maybe you're a photoshop whiz and can manipulate a picture? Go for it!

The game will continue throughout the week. Feel free to play at any time. 



ETA: FOR TUESDAY, AUGUST 2, An extra twist for those who would like the challenge--Tell your story from the POV of someone--or something if you wanna get anthropomorphic--other than Lee or Kara. 

All prompts, filled or unfilled, are ripe for drabbling!

Comments

[lizziec]

Oooh, awesome idea for DPP :D

WHERE: Bunk room on Galactica
WHAT: Dog tags
WHEN: Season 2

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She came home light one dog tag. Lee noticed after Kobol and then never stopped noticing. She never took off her dog tags. No pilot did. They needed to be ready to die on a heartbeat's notice. The missing metal disk mocked him from afar. In the head, the shower. In the gym. Today it bellowed at him across the bunk room as she lay in her rack, in only her sweats and sports bra. One tag lying lonely against her creamy skin, screaming out her promise to another man. He tried to look away, didn't want to see. It's absence so pronounced that he hardly even noticed his own brother's ring on the chain anymore. His guilt traded for blind rage for a faceless stranger a million miles away. Her head turned lazily towards him, their eyes met. She quirked an eyebrow, silently wondering. His mouth opened desperate to ask before realizing that he probably couldn't stomach the answer. Instead, he just turned and walked away.

[lizziec]

WHERE: Earth²
WHAT: Giraffe
WHEN: Season 4
BONUS: head in the clouds

[lizziec]

WHERE: Pilots Rec Room
WHAT: Scrabble
WHEN: Season 1
BONUS: how did it really happen?

The Lying Game, R

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The game of Scrabble, donated by a civvie back in the early days of the war, was missing half of its vowel tiles and a quarter of the consonants by this point. But they'd been on the run for two months, triad got old, and entertainment was scarce. So they kept playing.

Lee walked into the rec room as they were starting a new game, and sank down gingerly into a chair.

Across from him, Crashdown whistled as he held out the box of tiles for Lee to pick from. "Hell of a bruise, there, Cap." He nodded his chin towards Lee's neck, where a round, purplish mark graced the CAG's skin.

Lee smiled, tightly, "Electric razor burned me," and moved his tiles to the board to start the game by spelling out "FIB".

Racetrack raised an eyebrow, then smirked, as her gaze skimmed down his arm. "Hmm, looks like you're having an awfully clumsy week, Apollo?" Her eyes skipped knowingly to where three parallel scratches scored his bicep in lines of red.

He flushed, and muttered something about bumping into the hatch, and concentrated on his next turn, lining up the letters "LIE" on his tile holder.

Just then a familiar voice sounded from the hatch. "Gee, guys, if I didn't know any better, I'd say our CAG's been getting some action." Kara was beaming like the cat who ate the canary, eyes sparkling as she sauntered over to the tableside.

Lee swallowed hard, well aware of the four pairs of eyes watching him avidly. He reached over to the board and played his hand. "Right, Starbuck, because I have so much free time to frak around, when I'm not drowning in maintenance orders and CAP rosters, and trying like hell to keep your vipers in the air and your asses in line." Carefully not meeting her eyes, Lee grabbed some more tiles, and added them to his holder, rearranging some to spell "STALL".

Across the table, Hot Dog looked chagrinned. "Sorry, Sir." The others chimed in with apologies too, mumbling and looking embarassed. Not Starbuck, of course, she just cocked an eyebrow at Lee, a grin playing on her lips.

Then suddenly the claxons sounded, indicating a shift change. All of his opponents were on duty and they all filed out of the hatch hastily, abandoning the game. Kara followed behind them, more slowly as she wasn't on shift, he knew.

About the only perk of slaving over the rosters was the chance to make sure their shifts coincided. And their down time did too.

Kara shut the hatch and dogged it, then strutted back to Lee, pushing his chair back with her boot and dropping down onto his lap. Her grin got broader, and her hand raised to his neck, thumb brushing lightly over the bruised skin. "I do good work."

"I thought we said no marks, Kara." He shuddered a breath out as her fingers glided on his skin. "God, I can't believe they're that gullible. Either that or I'm a much better liar than I thought."

Kara chuckled. "C'mon Lee, you didn't want to tell them how it really happened?" She leaned closer, stopping a breath away from his lips. He watched Kara's tongue peak out and glide over hers and his body tightened with arousal. She spoke again, her tone, low and teasing, "Tell your little fan club there all about how the CAG frakked the Fleet's top gun, right here, on this very table." She let her fingers walk down his throat, across his shoulder to trace the lines on his arm. "How he cried out, again and again" she ground her hips down against his, "wanting it faster," Kara bucked again and his cock hardened instantly, "and harder", he could feel the heat of her groin through his pants, and Lee growled with desire, "and just begging for more." Her hand slid down his arm and landed on the bulge in his BDUs, and Lee could stand no more.

He locked his arms around Kara and caught her mouth, kissing her deeply as he lifted her up onto the table. Tiles went flying, clattering to the floor, but Lee paid no mind as his fingers went to work on Kara's clothes.

This was a new and much more satisfying game to play.

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WHERE: Under Kara's viper
WHAT: Motor Oil
WHEN: Season One

[lizziec]

Kara was on the floor under the viper that had been assigned to her. It's Dash's Viper, she thought, then remembered no, he died. That stupid frakking accident. This is my Viper now and I need to start thinking of it like that. The Chief had been extremely scathing when he'd assigned it to her, unhappy that she'd completely written off one of his limited supply of birds and Kara had been more than happy to get out of his way and nestle quietly under the Viper and forget that the Chief even existed for a while.

Footsteps brought Kara back to her surroundings. They stopped by the spot where her feet jutted out underneath the Viper.

"Starbuck?" a voice asked hesitantly.

"Gods Apollo, who else is it going to be with their leg braced like this?" Kara snapped in irritation. She'd just accidentally caught the cap of the oil resovoir and found it wasn't attached as tightly as it should have been, leaving Kara absolutely covered in motor oil.

Lee squatted down so he could see underneath the Viper. "Problems?"

"What do you think?" Kara was sufficiently wound up between the chief and the motor oil to bring her temper right out. "How the hell am I going to clean this off me? I can barely get around as it is!" She gestured at the crutches on the floor next to her.

Her irritation didn't lessen when Lee smirked at her.

"Need a hand?" Lee's face softened from a smirk into a genuine smile as he reached out towards her and Kara felt her irritation melt away.

"Dunno, Apollo. It depends... You wanna give me a bath?"

[winegums.livejournal.com]

Wheee, I like this!

WHERE: senior officers' quarters on Galactica
WHAT: videocamera
WHEN: Season 2

Recruitment Methods, PG

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Lee decided he must have done something to piss Hades off, as he found himself standing in a room full of females gawking and giggling over his naked form. "What the frak?" he thought to himself. There on the screen in the ready room was video footage of him in quarters, clearly post shower. When did anyone tape him, and without letting him know? That was crossing the line. Then he saw himself turn to look at the camera, trying to hold those damn tiny towels in place. His response was muted, but he was clearly acknowledging the cameraman, if not a little irritated in the process. He then saw Kara turn to look at him, smirk on her face. Oh.


"Would you please, for the love of gods, get that camera out of my face?"

"Come on, Lee. Just answer the question!"

"Is that actually recording?"

"Obviously."

"At least let me get dressed!"

"If you would just answer the question, you'd be rid of me."

"I am not going to get into detail, on camera, about why I choose duty to the fleet or fun anecdotes of days at the Academy while I'm undressed!"


"Look at you, getting all riled up." Kara had moved to stand behind him, whispering over his shoulder.

"You always did know how to push my buttons."

"The ladies like to see your muscles flex in irritation. I was just helping deliver."

"So your 'documentary on life of pilots' was this? Men of Galactica in states of undress?" His arms were crossed in front of him, his irritation showing.

"I figured this would have the best success of recruitment."

Lee watched as his form moved closer to the camera. He flushed at the memory of what had happened next, and whispered back to her, "Please say you didn't include anymore of the footage."

As the video switched to another poor hapless pilot on Galactica, Kara leaned in to nip at his ear and whisper, "Nope. It's our little secret."

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WHERE: CIC
WHAT: sidearm
WHEN: Miniseries

[sammy567.livejournal.com]

Your prompts confound me. This one and the next, I want to make it happen, but, like I said, confounded.

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

WHERE: Colonial One
WHAT: envelope
WHEN: Bastille Day

Reinstatement of Fraternization Regulations, PG-13?

[sammy567.livejournal.com]

Kara found Lee alone in the President's office, ripping open an envelope to read a sheet of paper. She watched as his brow furrowed deeper and deeper, until she cleared her throat to get his attention.

Slipping the sheet back inside the envelope, he turned to her to say, "I think she's mad at me."

"The President? Yeah she is. So am I. Not only did you save Zarek's life, messing up my shot, but you also made a deal with the terrorist."

"All I did was promise him something that was already going to come."

"And give him his own ship!"

"Yeah, well, after today's incident, I doubt any captain would want to pilot that ship."

Kara gave him a small shrug in agreement. "So, how'd she take her anger out on you?"

"This." He passed over the envelope in his hand.

Kara pulled out the paper to read, "Reinstatement of Fraternization Regulations. Are you kidding me? She makes the Old Man drop the frat regs to help her baby making process, and now she's bringing them back?"

"Not completely. Fraternization is permitted so long participants are not in immediate direct chain of command," he quoted.

"Immediate direct chain of command as in CAG and pilot?"

"Yup."

Kara let out a huge guffaw of laughter. "Ah so she's screwing us over."

"Screw her," he mumbled.

Kara moved to stand directly in front of Lee. "Someone's a little… testy at the thought of being out some regular nookie."

"Aren't you?" His hands moved to grip her hips close to his.

"Since when are some words on a scrap of paper going to keep me from doing what I want?"

"What's that you want?"

"You. Me. The president's desk." She spun them around to sit on the desk, pulling him to stand between her legs.

"Frat regs, Kara."

Kara wanted to laugh. His words were indicating resistance, but his hands and eyes were saying otherwise. She waved the paper in her hand before letting it flutter to the desk. "Seeing how the Commander hasn't seen this, I believe those regs aren't reinstated yet."

His answer was a kiss to her neck, as he pressed against her to lean back, ignoring the sound of Fraternization Regulations being crumpled on the desk.

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WHERE: The Academy
WHAT: broken sim
WHEN: Pre-mini AU

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Kara kicked the inside of the console in frustration. "Frak!"

"Problems Starbuck?"

Ugh. She didn't want to go out there. On the outside of the sim stood the cocky, son-of-a-bitch, Lee Adama.

"Can it, Apollo."

She pulled the latch, and sure enough, Lee stood hovering over the sim’s entrance, with a smirk too proud that Kara wanted to wipe it off with a fist. She got out and made a move to pass him when his hands came around both sides to pin her against the sim.

"Not so fast, Starbuck. Three losses in a row, you know what that means."

Kara wasn’t one to renege on a bet, so she rolled her eyes, took a deep breath, and with her fists on his flight suit, she grabbed him in for a quick kiss. The plan for a quick messy kiss backfired when Lee’s hands came up to tangle in her hair and hold her in place. Lips parted and tongues dueled, when suddenly Lee pulled back.

Ugh. The smirk was still there. Something had to be done. She pulled at his flight suit, helping him strip out. His eyes bugged out as he eagerly, if not clumsily, stepped out of the suit. As he made a move to help her out of hers, she stepped away, his suit bundled in her arms.

“Okay, you’ve had your fun, Apollo. Shut down the sims while I put the suits back before we get caught here afterhours.”

His eyes flashed with anger from being duped so easily, but then turned into a wide grin.

“Meet you out front, Starbuck.”

As soon as she was out of sight of the sims, the smirk on Lee’s face returned as he pulled a sheet of paper hidden in his sim and stuck it back on her sim’s cockpit hatch.

It read:
Flight Simulator Out of Order
Please use other simulators until glitches are fixed.

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WHERE: Pegasus head
WHAT: washcloth
WHEN: during Razor (when Kara was the peggy CAG)

BONUS: Working on your hands-on approach?

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Kara returns from the mission, face covered in sweat and grime. Lee meets her in the corridor, asking her to follow. Kendra's dead and he feels sick - could have been Kara.

"Wanna use my private head?" he asks, trying to sound normal as they enter his quarters.

"Feeling guilty, Lee?" she quips, peeling off her flightsuit anyway.

Kara’s tired to the bone – the war, almost dying, everything.

The washcloth is soft and gentle on her skin. She sighs, chuckling weakly. “I see you’ve been working on your hands-on approach, Lee.”

She closes her eyes and starts to feel better.

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Where: Gym
What: Lifting
When: Season 3

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Where: Hallway
What: Running
When: Season 1

[lizziec]

WHERE: Galactica's head
WHAT: A bath
WHEN: Season 1 (while Kara's leg is braced)

[ddt73.livejournal.com]

Finally able to log in here again!

WHERE: Deserted pilot's ready room
WHAT: podium
WHEN: Season 3 (During affair)

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

She stared him down unmercifully from her seat as he ran through his briefing about the Algae Planet. Her gaze daring and her mouth defiant. None of her hunger for him concealed. She wasn't hiding what they were doing. It wasn't her style. She didn't give a frak who knew that they were cheating. Hell, even Sam knew, though he'd yet to confront her.

But Lee was still pretending that he was some paragon of virtue. All guilt and averted eyes like he was fooling anyone. It only made her more brazen. She lifted a leg to rest on the edge of her chair, spreading her legs in an obvious gesture. Her mouth playfully teasing the tip of her pen as he droned on and on about flight rotations and doughnut runs. His act was infuriating. She knew he saw every move she made and his feigned indifference was all for show, but she hated it all the same.

Gods, she huffed inwardly, he was so boring when he talked shop. She wanted this over. The quicker it was over the quicker she could get him alone. His face still bore the slight purple bruises she'd inflicted on him during the dance. The sight had her horny enough the frak him right there against the podium with the whole room watching. They all knew anyways. The bruises on him like a tattoo marking him as hers for the world to see. But those would fade, she remembered sadly, not like real ink. She hoped like hell that she'd have the chance to mark him up again soon. Keep him marked. Keep him hers.

After what seemed like hours, he dismissed them. She remained in her seat, glaring angrily.

"Problem, Starbuck?" His voice tight and clipped.

"You really going down to that stinking planet for God's knows how long?" She asked, lightly. "Leaving me here all by my lonesome?"

He thumbed through his paperwork as he tried to pull off nonchalant. "That's right. We have a job to do and we have to follow orders, even orders we don't like."

"And Dee just happens to be ordered down to, huh? Go figure." She could hear her jealousy, hated herself for it.

He lifted his eyes to hers. Finally, she thought feeling their connection again. He sighed.

"I think Dad thought he was doing me a favor, keeping my wife with me."

Sick of talking, she just nodded and turned away.

"I'll try to schedule some runs for you to come down, OK?" He added hesitantly, unsure of her reaction.

"Probably won't even notice I'm not there anyways." She baited rising from her chair to leave, trying desperately not to beg. "I guess this is goodbye for awhile then. Later, sir."

"Kara, please!" He broke as she reached the door. "I'll notice. I notice you every minute."

Her hand stilled on the hatch. She didn't know what her problem was. A minute ago she'd been ready to frak him where he stood and now all she wanted was to get away.

"You didn't seem to notice during that awful briefing." She pointed out quietly.

He stepped from behind the podium reaching out for her. "Believe me Kara, I noticed." He snorted, gesturing down at his tented pants.

"I noticed and I'm noticing now." His eyes dropped to her mouth as he reached her, his hands reaching to touch whatever he could reach. "Do you know how frakking crazy you drive me? I could barely get through that with you sitting there like that. All I wanted was to bend you over that podium like you were begging for."

She laughed in relief as his hands found purchase on her hips, molding them together. "Great minds . . ." She trailed off as his lip found hers before dropping to mold against her throat.

"Mmmm." She groaned trying to push away all thoughts of the complications that lay beyond the metal door he had her braced against.

"Now why don't we see about a more fitting goodbye."

"Yeah," he hummed pushing her roughly towards the podium as he took her earlobe between his teeth. "I have the perfect spot."

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WHERE: Demetrius (could be AU)
WHAT: paint
WHEN: Season Four

[lizziec]

"It's the only way I can show you Lee," Kara looked at him, pleading with her eyes for Lee to understand her. "I see this every time I close my eyes. Sometimes I see it even when I don't. I know it's the key to finding earth. Please Lee, I'm not crazy. It's so real."

Kara couldn't remember the last time she had painted. She'd run out of her own painting supplies long ago, no matter how much she'd watered them down to try and make them last.

Kara should have been surprised when the Leoben model had appeared, but she hadn't been. She hadn't even been surprised when he had produced a box full of painting supplies from his heavy raider, though gods only knew where he got them from or how long he'd been carrying them. Sometimes she felt like Leoben understood how she worked better than she did.

What she needed more than anything else on the Demetrius was to be able to paint. To get the images out of her mind, be able to study them. To be able to have someone else study them. And just when she felt like she'd been going most crazy, Leoben turned up with paint. Kara had always been a believer. It was hard not to think of it as a sign.

Lee wrapped his arms around Kara and she once again thanked the gods that instead of mustering out Lee had remained with the fleet and agreed to serve as her XO here. If he wasn't here anchoring her she was convinced that she would be finding it even harder to connect with the crew.

"It's okay Kara. You'll never have to justify yourself to me. I believe in you. I always have."

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

WHERE: Engineering
WHAT: wrench
WHEN: Captain's Hand

BONUS: Out of air

I'm going for a series of How to Make Baltar Suffer

[sammy567.livejournal.com]

"I think he's going to run out of air."
"Probably."
"You really don't care what happens to him, do you?"
"Not really."
"Gods, Lee. You need to stop holding grudges so much."
"Maybe."
They were looking through the window of the hatch door at Baltar who was struggling with a wrench to bring back the ship's FTL drive.
"You really want to know what he keeps alluding to?"
"Yeah."
"Fine. There was a case of mistaken identity. I thought you were him and called out your name instead."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Now go help him out."
"Okay."
Kara rolled her eyes.

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

WHERE: Raptor returning from New Caprica
WHAT: fingers
WHEN: Unfinished Business

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WHERE: Hangar Deck
WHAT: crash landing
WHEN: Miniseries

The Confession, PG-13

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They land, their birds still locked together, and Kara can't believe she pulled it off. She stumbles out of the cockpit, still slightly dizzy from impact and rips off her helmet and metal collar dropping them to the deck.

"Sir," Cally's calling after her, probably waving her clipboard with the post-flight checklist in the air, but Kara's already moving, crossing the dozen steps or so to Lee's cockpit in just a few strides. He's just pulling himself up and out of the cockpit, one leg still in the air, when she crashes right into him and pushes him back against the bird.

"Ka-" His confused exclamation is cut off, smothered, as Kara grasps his jaw in both hands and crushes her mouth to his. It's a long, deep kiss, and Kara pours everything into it that she didn't say before, the first time he came back from the dead, when he smiled down at her and pulled her out from under her viper and his thumb stroked the soft skin on the back of her hand.

Lee's arms are around her now, holding her tightly, and his mouth is open, his tongue rubbing hers with a hunger and abandon that matches her own.

Around them cheers and wolf whistles emanate from the deck crew, who are no doubt gawking at this little display, but Kara doesn't care. She'd thought she was going to lose him again. It's been two years since she's seen him, but in the last few hours, it's become crystal clear to her that Lee is the one thing in her life she can't bear to lose.

Or maybe he always was.

Regardless, it's a new universe and the old rules don't apply. So Kara kisses him and kisses him and kisses him, and only pulls back when she's good and ready. They're both panting, and Lee's grinning, despite the confusion in his eyes.

Kara just tilts her head and grins back as she confesses, "I've been waiting most of the afternoon to do that, too."

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

WHERE: Kara's Apartment in Delphi
WHAT: Zak's Ring
WHEN: Pre-mini

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

WHERE: Cloud Nine Bathroom
WHAT: Ellen's lipstick
WHEN: Sacrifice

Jealous? , NC-17

[sammy567.livejournal.com]

Lee saw the terrorists enter the bar before they took over. Walking Ellen to the bathroom, where she clearly had other thoughts as to where the invitation was leading, he collided into Kara on her way out. Before she could verbalize her surprise, he quickly grabbed both women by the arms, leading them into the ladies room.

"Captain, this is so not my sce-” Lee moved to cover Kara's mouth with his hand, indicating her to be silent, looking to Ellen to do the same.

Soon, the terrorists took over the bar, and Kara and Lee immediately went to looking for a plan. They moved quickly and silently, ignoring Ellen's chatter, until Lee found a panel to a maintenance corridor. When Ellen disappeared to head back into the bar, rather than try and stop her, they closed up the panel before anyone came in to look for them, and headed down the corridor.

"So, you and Ellen, huh? I didn't take you to be the type to get frisky with the Colonel's wife in the ladies room."

"Very funny, Kara. One of these beauties has got to be an O2 sensor."

"Is that a bit of her lipstick I see on your collar?"

"Stow it."

They found the panel with the oxygen sensors, and as Lee held Ellen's glass up to disrupt the sensors, Kara pressed on, "Okay, how about you and the Petty Officer?"

"She invited me for drinks."

"And the President's aide?"

"I left them alone to talk. Why do you care?"

"Just curious as to how Dee ended up at a bar with you, instead of the President's aide."

"Are you jealous?"

"You're dreaming, Apollo. I think the sensors been triggered. Let's head back."

She headed back to the restroom as Lee followed behind her. After a bit, he began to bait her, "You are. You're jealous."

"What you do with your down time is no concern to me."

"And yet you-” In a move similar to earlier, Kara pressed her hand to Lee's mouth to silence him.

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

Where: Caprican Bar
What: Promise
When: Pre-Mini

Punishment, NC-17 (warning for jealousy kink and slightly rough consensual sex) (1/2)

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Lee watches Kara dance, her body shifting with the throbbing music of the club. Her movements are sultry and deliberately arousing as she brushes her ass against the guy behind her. Kara’s beautiful and sexy and he wants to be the one with her now, his hands on her shoulders, grazing her hips, grinding against her ass. But he keeps his promise.

The bar is hard against his back as he settles in, eyes fixed on her moving form, the way her hips rock, the swaying of her arms over her head, the low hum he imagines she’s making to the music. He’s been with her this way, pressed against her as he music throbs around them, their singular focus each other until he’s so aroused he pulls her into a stall or an alley or finds the stairs to the storeroom below a bar.

Tonight it will be the same, only he has to imagine this time because he can’t touch, can’t leave, has to watch and wait. That’s his promise, made as a punishment for some stupid jealous comment a week ago. He slides his finger along the still blackened eye he received for his idiocy, thinking at the time that she’d get over it. Now she rubs it in, pushing his jealousy to a dangerous peak, half-hoping, he thinks, that he’ll rip her away from the dance floor. But he won’t. He’s promised himself, too.

She dances with someone else, then another, and his dick is throbbing painfully. All he can think about is frakking her, right here, right now, in the middle of the frakking bar because he can’t breathe for wanting it. He adjusts his jeans and takes another drink, trying not to finish it so he can forget all the promises and pin her against the wall. He’s not sure how much longer he can hold out.

When she finally separates from the throng of moving bodies, she locks onto his eyes, her face sweaty and glowing, a heady grin on her face. He knows it was all for him, but his frustration is so amped that he feels an overwhelming urge to turn away and keep her from winning this game. It’s too frakking difficult and she always pushes too hard. Instead, he exhales a short breath, swallows and lets the moment pass.

[lizziec]

WHERE: brig
WHAT: paperwork
WHEN: s3
BONUS: it's time for you to tell me

Because the scrabble prompt worked so well :P

[lizziec]

WHERE: Ready room
WHAT: Trivial pursuit
WHEN: s2

Playing Dirty, PG-13

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

This isn't what you had in mind...hope you like it anyway


Kara's attention is divided, her mind half on her cards, and half on Lee. That's nothing new. What is new is the way he's been half-assedly flirting with Anastasia Dualla all night.

The teenager (at 19, she's the youngest officer on the ship and almost a decade younger than Lee) looks thrilled at the attention, and Kara wonders what happened to that lanky boyfriend of hers that's always tagging after the president. She never would have taken Lee for a cradle robber, but she guesses she doesn't have much room to talk there. It's not like she ever minded the hero worship in Zak's eyes.

Or Sam's.

Kara frowned and went back to her cards, annoyed at herself for even bothering to note his trivial pursuit of the petty officer. At least he wasn't seeing that prostitute on the Prometheus anymore. So if he wants to make moony eyes at Dee -- the same ones he used to aim at you, an insidious voice whispers in her head -- then he should. It's none of her frakking business.

It isn't.

It's not.

Until it is. Only because they're being so obvious about it. Maybe she should tell them to get a rack.

She's not going to tell them to get a rack.

What she is going to do is toss her cards down on the table and grin. "Boys and girls, I think it's time we raise the stakes of this here game."

That gets some raised brows. "What'd you have in mind, Starbuck?" Helo asks, chuckling already.

She grins around the table, drops a hand to the zipper of her sweatshirt, tugging it down a bit. "Strip triad, with a kicker."

"A kicker?" That's Lee, his tone wary but interested. His eyes are off Dee, and on her, her hand, in fact. He's watching as Kara tugs the zipper back up, then down again, exposing an inch more of cleavage and pea green sports bra.

Kara smirks and tips forward, elbows on the table, her breasts flattened, elevated slightly where they press into the edge. Her nipples harden at the contact and she wets her lips. "You win a hand with full colors, you get to dictate what the loser takes off."

Around the table, the pilots are hooting a little at her challenge, cries of "I'm in" and "Let's do it!" ringing out. Lee's still staring, his eyes darting between her chest and her face. Next to him, Dee clears her throat, and quietly says "Think that's my cue."

Dee is Sagittaron. It's no surprise that strip triad isn't her game.

Lee looks at her, startled, though, and gets up to follow her to the hatch. They stand by the entry, talking in low murmurs for a few minutes and Kara shifts, irritated. "Apollo, that dipstick CAG scheduled me on CAP in a few hours," she keeps her voice light, playful. "You in or out?"

He looks back, clearly torn, and Dee steps back, ducks out of the hatch.

Kara grins, triumphant. "You ready to play with the big kids, now, Lee?"

He cocks a brow, walks back over to the table and sprawls in a chair, and tosses his money in the pot. "You better watch out Starbuck. I'm feeling lucky." He flashes her a wicked smile. "Your ass is mine tonight."

She just winks back, challenge in her eyes. "Bring it, Apollo."

An hour later, they're the only ones left playing in the empty room, as he grins and lays down full colors. She's already bare-breasted and Kara reaches for her briefs, but he shoots a hand out and grabs her wrist, coming around the table to stand in front of her. The air is thick as he steps close, and murmurs. "To the victor goes the spoils." He leans in, lips grazing her ear and says, in a voice so low it's barely audible, "Allow me."

His hand slides beneath the thin cloth, curving possessively against her ass and Kara smiles.

He proves as good as his word.

[lizziec]

WHERE: hanger/flight deck
WHAT: yogurt
WHEN: s1
BONUS: make it easy

[pressdbtwnpages.livejournal.com]

WHERE: Sickbay

WHEN: Season One or Two

WHAT: Keeping vigil

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

His groggy eyes flutter open. At first all he sees is a fuzzy yellow shape over him but he slowly focuses to see Kara smiling down at him.

"Hey..." Not quite sure where he is, he looks around.

She grins wider.

He has to force his brain to supply the words. They come out slow, uncertain. "Why are you grinning at me like a maniac?" Then seeing shining silver metal and curtains surrounding him, he ventures, "Am I in sickbay?"

Laughing lightly and patting his head she nods.

"That's right, Captain." Poking him in the chest, she accused, "YOU passed out while we were jogging. According to Doc Cottle, you caught a nasty little virus."

His memory was sliding back into place, one piece at a time. He did remember not feeling well lately, but he'd shrugged it off as fatigue and being overworked.

Nodding, he looked back to her, "Right, sooooo why are you smiling then?"

"Why?! Look!" She stammered, gesturing between them. "Role reversal. I'm usually the one in that bed getting hen-pecked by you! Now I get to play nurse-maid. And believe me, you're gonna hate it as much as I did."

He groaned, "As your CAG, I order you to go away. Go be useful somewhere else. I do not need a nurse."

"Sorry flyboy," Shaking her head, "I take my orders from the Old Man and he says I stay."

"Is it just me or are you giving me a worse headache than usual?" He asked, wincing as he tried to sit up.

She reached to run her fingertips around the bandages on his forehead. She sobered noticeably.

"That skull of your isn't as thick as we thought. You knocked it pretty good when you went down. Doc says no concussion, but they're gonna keep you for observation."

Reaching up to confirm to feel the wound, his fingers met hers. She held onto them as they lowered to his lap. He didn't feel so bad after all he thought as his eyes started to droop. "Can I...sleep?" He asked, mid-yawn.

Laughing affectionately, she pulled her chair nearer so she didn't have to release his grasp. "Yeah, Doc says it's fine. I just gotta wake you every half hour. Check you're still breathing. Sneak peeks under your cute little gown while you're unconscious. That kind of stuff."

"Kay." His voice thick with slumber as his head dropped back. "You're staying then?"

"I'll be here." She promised, laying her head against his shoulder. "Keeping vigil."

And though he was already asleep, his grip on her hand never loosened.

[lizziec]

WHERE: The head
WHEN: S2
WHAT: reading

[angelicalangie.livejournal.com]

Kara quietly walked into the head, feeling tired. The last flight had left her feeling hot, sweaty and in desperate need of freshening up. She stood in front of the mirror and ran water over her hands as she filled the sink and grabbed a wash rag.

“Oh gods!” It was sighed, but it didn't sound like there was much relief coming from that stall. Kara's eyebrows rose and an 'oh really' look crossed her face, before a disturbing thought crossed her face hotdog. Looking up she noticed that apart from one stall behind the entire room was empty. She shrugged her shoulder and continued on. She gritted her teeth and dragged the cloth harder over her face than she would have.

“Oh yeah!” his voice rose again. Oh gross she thought for a brief second before her spine straightened with a second thought not Hotdog, no. Lee! She gulped for a brief second, before draining a small amount of water out and running the cold tap some more.

“Oh Frak!” Lee's voice sounded out again, louder than before. Kara's jaw dropped, no amount of cold water in this sink was going to work. A long, low, guttural moan came from Lee's stall and Kara lowered her head feeling like a voyeur. It didn't however stop her from thinking of opening the stall door going in and really making Lee moan, and maybe even shout.

The sound of the lock on the door started Kara out of her imaginings. Kara stood stock still as Lee emerged looking slightly flushed. She looked down at the water ice water is not going to be cold enough.

“Erm, hi Kara.” She looked up at him and couldn't help but notice that he looked slightly like a kid who had been caught doing something wrong.

“Lee, how are you doing. Notice you have some reading to enliven your sojourn down here, anything good?” She said, dragging the wash cloth up her arms slowly.

“Uhm, no just reports,” he said holding up a folder. Kara smiled.

“Must be good ones!” She returned and Lee looked at her, much like a deer in the headlights would. He moved the folder and its contents slid out. Lee dropped down to pick it up, but was beaten by Kara.

“Been hanging with Hotdog much. Picon Peepers You know it's gonna be bad when they advertise it all in the name Lee.” She smiled angelically at him, enjoying Lee's squirming. They were so close, breathing each others breath, but something in the air changed and a façade fell over him.

“I am a man Kara.” He said as he picked the magazine out of her grasp“And these days we've got to get what we can.” He stood up and moved away from her, towards the hatch. He stopped and looked back at her.

“So why don't we?” She had no idea where it came from, but she was feeling bold. He looked at her, looked down and left before he could take a course he would be hard pressed to deviate from.