Belated prize-giving: Round one
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no_takebacksWe now interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to present incredibly belated prizes from my DPP week a few weeks ago. I'm sorry this has been taking so long, I've had a crazy couple of weeks, but I have around half of them done so I thought I would post now to let you all know I haven't forgotten you!
I've just been doing them in the order that inspiration has come to me, so there's no organisation to them. I am still working on the other prizes and will hopefully have them up soon.
So without further ado:
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trappermcintyre
Laughter in the dark
From the doorway of the observation deck you'd never know anyone was there. Rows of seats completely empty in a dark and silent room. But for the solitary puff of smoke rising out of the front row, you could easily miss her.
Except if you were looking for her.
Lee allowed the door to slide shut behind him, alerting her to his presence, and walked with careful steps down toward where Kara was slumped in her chair in the middle of the row, puffing on a half burned cigar with a blissful smile on her face.
“Where'd you get that?” Lee asked as he took a seat, sliding his body downwards to match her posture, feet flat on the floor, knees bent at ninety degrees.
Kara turned her head towards him, offered him the cigar and slowly licked her lips. He took it between his fingers and offered her back his own bounty, a silver flask, sloshing full. She raised her eyebrows and took a sip as he drew the stogie between his lips, laughing around the tip as the surprise registered on her face.
Water.
“Where'd you get this?” She asked incredulously, he nudged her knee with his.
“I asked first.”
Kara shrugged and grimaced a little.
“Baltar gave it to me.”
“Gave it to you?” Somehow the idea of that didn't sit quite right with him, tugged at something inside him that he didn't know was there.
She shrugged again and took it back from him, passing him his flask as she took a long puff. He clearly wasn't going to get any more explanation than that.
“Boomer and Crashdown found water.” He said simply, letting his head slide onto the back of the chair. He brought the flask to his lips and drank, holding the water in his mouth for a few moments before swallowing.
“Well, in that case!” She cried, leaning over and grabbing the flask from him, slouching back into her seat and alternating between puffs of her cigar and slugs from his flask, a smug grin slipping across her lips. “Now this is the kind of night out a girl could get used to.”
She nudged his knee with her own and he pushed back, took their spoils when she offered them and passed them back in kind. Their knees stayed in contact as they shared their bounty. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
Forkcvanhout
No use crying over
Kara stumbles back to the bunk room, weary, the smell of burning plastic and charred flesh still haunting her nose. She pushes through the hatch and flinches at the sight of the scarlet stained metal.
She stares for a long moment, horror filling her, forcing its way as a lump up her throat, acid burning in the back of her mouth.
“It's the paint.” Lee's voice is hushed, heavy, raw. She hadn't even noticed him. “From this morning, we spilled the paint.”
Their eyes meet, he looks done-in, as lost as she is.
“We should clean it up.” She says. He nods. They both keep on staring.
Forsugarhaven
These foolish games
They're playing triad one night, her and Lee, Dee, Gaeta, Racetrack. She flirts with him because it distracts everyone, and because Gaeta always takes her too seriously. He flirts back, she thinks because it reminds him of being home, of that bar on Aerilon and that winter where they did nothing but drink ambrosia and collectively bug Zak.
She trails him back to quarters, flops noisily onto her rack and watches him try to suppress a smile, climbing gently into his own.
She doesn't sleep, listens to the sounds of the other pilots breathing, listens to the sound of him not sleeping either. She glances over, their eyes meeting in the darkness.
The silence stretches out between them.
Forkl_shipper1
In the morning
When he wakes the light is just breaking, he has been dreaming of her.
It is cold on this planet, the sun has not yet had time to warm the dusty earth, the breeze is a gentle constant, a reminder of just how bare last night he laid himself.
He smoothes his hand along her spine. She shivers. He smiles.
“I love you.” He tells her, secret words muttered into the soft spread of her hair. A secret no longer. He smiles once more.
“Go back to sleep.” Her voice a whispered caress, her fingers trace his jaw.
He sleeps.
He dreams of her.
Forkl_shipper1
Cracks
Days pass, his bruises heal. His lip is sore and stings because he can't stop touching his tongue to it, working the scabbing flesh off, breaking it open anew.
His knuckles are still red, but the throbbing has stopped at least. He studies them, palms laid flat against his briefing notes, standing behind the podium. His eyes move swiftly over her face, trying to match her fading bruises to the points of impact on his cracked skin.
She catches him watching her, she was watching him too. The corners of her lips twitch opwards and she instantly winces, puts her fingers to her mouth.
He smiles back, feels his own lip crack, soothes it with his tongue.
They're still healing, but they'll get there.
Forshah_of_blah
Drowning
It's a Tuesday night so the bar is quiet. He spots Kara fairly easily. She hasn't returned his calls for over a week.
He slides silently into the seat next to her, signals the bartender for a second of whatever she's having. Her eyes flicker over him briefly before dropping back to her hands. She's drawing designs in the condensation on he faded wood.
“I've been looking for you.” He says, sipping his drink. She nods. She knew that already.
“I've been hiding.” Her smile is a perfect mixture of misery and self-satisfaction that is only Kara. Lee nods, he already knew that.
They sip their drinks in the doubt-thick silence of two people who have too much to say to each other.
“We shouldn't be friends, Lee. Neither of us deserve it.”
He doesn't know what to say to that except that he thinks that maybe she's right. He's spent days and nights and weeks and months since the day they met wishing to the gods that he doesn't believe in that he had met her first. That the world could find some way, any way for him to have her.
He can have her now.
She downs her drink and pushes herself to standing. He stares at her gaumlessly as she leans into him, one clammy hand on his shoulder, her breath sweet with ambrosia. She lays a kiss, soft and wet and lingering, on his cheek, millimeters from his lips.
She leaves without saying goodbye.
Forword_vomity
Forsci_fi_shipper
Fortaragel
Check on!
This one kind of took on a life of its own, sorry, it's nothing like anything you asked for...
“Check on Chef!”
Lee strode purposefully through the swinging door into the kitchen holding the first order of the night. His first night back.
It had been two years since he'd set foot in this kitchen. He surveyed it now as he had on the day after Zak's funeral, the day he had left with the intention of never coming back. It looked exactly the same, save for a new industrial dishwasher and a few new faces.
Like the one that was currently staring coolly at him from the other side of the pass.
For a moment he stared back, lost in a pair of wide green eyes. Casting his gaze over the rest of her he took in pale skin with a deep flush – the kitchen was already starting to heat up for the night – short, almost ragged blonde hair, a pair of dark pink, full lips, and a hand outstretched, palm upward like it was waiting for something.
“Well?” Her brow creased, her fingers closed and opened in a kind of 'gimme' gesture, Lee was still completely lost.
When it became clear to her that he wasn't going to do whatever it was she was expecting him to, she huffed, rolled her eyes upwards in a facsimile of someone offering up a prayer, and then glared at him anew.
“Look, buddy, we've got a busy night ahead of us and all you're doing right now is slowing me down so either post the check or call the ball, but do it quickly so I can get my kitchen moving.”
Her voice was deep and smooth, like dark chocolate crème brulée, and he looked down at the ticket still grasped in his hand, a strange disconnect between his brain and his limbs taking hold.
“Oh for God's sake.” She started, but a warm heavy hand on his shoulder and the calm, friendly face of Karl Agathon intervened.
“Hey Lee, how's about I take that off your hands, huh buddy?”
Karl's insistent fingers tugged the ticket gently from his hands and Lee smiled up at him, grateful t the sous-chef, his old friend from back when they were both a pair of teenage idiots running around this place together, for doing what he was apparently incapable of.
Karl started calling out the order and the kitchen burst into life; people scurrying and pots clanging and shouts flying back and forth. Lee felt his entire body tense and then relax as he felt it rush over him, the heat, the noise, the adrenaline of being back in the kitchen again.
He closed his eyes and breathed in deep. Whatever doubts he had had about coming back to work for his dad, this had never been one of them. He had missed this.
When he opened his eyes again she was still looking at him, clearly unimpressed.
“So, you're the Old Man's son.” It wasn't a question, he nodded anyway.
“Lee Adama.” He said at length. He stretched out his hand and she took it, held it. Neither of them let go.
Unconsciously his thumb brushed along the back of her hand, tracing the ridges of healed burns and knife-nicks. Her fingers were rough against the inside of his palm, they moved across the point where his thumb joined the rest of his hand and a shiver ran silently through him.
“Well,” she pulled back her hand, abruptly, and cleared her throat, looking around to see if anybody was looking at them. “It's been a blast, Lee, but uh, I have a kitchen to run, so...”
She trailed off, nodding and backing away from him, spinning on her toes and getting to work. Lee turned himself and wandered numbly back out into the restaurant, stopping by the greeting podium to look over the bookings for the evening.
He breathed out a long sigh and rubbed one hand against his temple, not quite sure how he was going to get through the night.
“What's your problem, boy?” The gruff, grizzly voice of his father's trusted second in command and Maitre D' for life broke through the cloud forming in his head as Saul replaced two menus on the shelf and came to stand beside him. Lee sighed again and glanced across at Saul, fought the urge to chuckle at the one-eyed miser's grimacing attempt to smile at arriving customers.
“I just met the new head chef.” Lee told him and Saul's face contorted in a grunt of disapproval.
“God, the woman's a menace.” He paused a moment to shake hands with the couple walking in the door. “Don't know what your father was thinking hiring her, she's a loose canon, no discipline, runs that kitchen like a (….). - Hi there, how are you this evening?”
Lee tamped down a smile at Tigh's clear disapproval of his dad's new hotshot chef. When he'd talked to his dad on the phone last week, the Old Man had been full of the name of Kara Thrace, Kara this and Kara that. If Lee hadn't been used to always having someone who wasn't him being his father's favourite child, he might have been jealous.
“Tell you what though,” Saul craned his head to look back at the kitchen and spoke out of the side of his mouth, for a moment Lee was distracted by the image of him with a striped blue and white shirt and a pipe to go with that patch his right eye bore, scrawny arms and a can of spinach in his hand, and he cleared his throat to smother a laugh. “She's a helluva cook.”
*
Lee sighed as his fingers fumbled over the buttons on the over-sized calculator once again. He'd been trying to total this one bill for almost five minutes now and he kept going wrong right at the end.
He growled low in his throat and silently cursed his father. Why the Old Man couldn't just get a computerised system he had no idea. But Bill Adama was a complete technophobe, didn't want to know about anything to do with computers. So Lee was stuck here adding up receipts late into the night when everyone else had gone home.
Well, almost everyone, Lee mused. From the back of the kitchen came the muffled sounds of pots banging and crashing, and the tuneless whistle of Kara Thrace.
Lee sighed again and rolled his eyes, turning once again to the stack of receipts in front of him. There was something about that woman that irritated him.
It wasn't that she had been unpleasant towards him or unwelcoming even. But every time he had gone into the kitchen tonight she had been telling some story or joke that had everyone in hysterics. Her staff were disorganised, disrespectful, and without any sense of discipline, and it irritated him. When he had run that kitchen it had been a calm, controlled environment, and seeing it so chaotic sent a pang straight to his heart.
The worst of it was that he couldn't even say anything about it because every single plate of food had gone out perfect and on time.
Kara Thrace was everything his father had said she was; brilliant, talented, and kind of a pain in the ass, and Lee couldn't decide what pissed him off more, the fact that his dad clearly adored her, or the fact that her existence put Lee onto the same side of an argument as Saul Tigh.
He was so lost in though that he failed to notice the cessation of her constant whistling or the lowering of the lights everywhere but in the office where he was wrestling with the calculator. So when a large glass of white wine was unceremoniously plonked down in front of him he jumped.
Kara laughed quietly, raising her own glass in a sort of mock toast.
“It seemed like you might need some fortification.” She said simply. She took another sip and Lee watched her throat bob up and down as she swallowed, swallowed himself. Menace she may be, goddamn annoying she definitely was, but there was no denying that the woman was attractive.
Her lips spread into an amused smirk, and when he looked up to meet her eyes Lee could have sworn that she knew exactly what he had been thinking about.
“Uh, thanks.” He offered, picking his glass up by the stem and raising a reluctant toast of his own. She smiled warmly at him and made her way around the counter into the office, threw herself into a chair and slung her feet up onto the desk.
Lee couldn't help but be amused at her obvious comfort in surroundings with which her personality seemed completely incongruous. She quirked an eyebrow at his laughter and she shook his head, took a sip of his wine.
A kind of restful quiet came over them as Lee returned to crunching numbers. Kara seemed content to just sit and sip her wine, flipping through the stack of magazines from the bar.
Every so often she would tip her head back and exhale, eyes closed. Lee couldn't help himself buy glance surreptitiously at her in those moments, the long line of her neck, the scabs and scars along her hands and arms. War wounds from life in the kitchen.
Absently, he traced the lines of his own scars, older than most of hers, better healed, faint and shiny pink.
Distracted, he pressed the wrong button on the calculator yet again and groaned in frustration, resisted the temptation to just lay his forehead straight down on the desk.
“Having a little trouble there soldier?”
It was Lee's turn to quirk an eyebrow, anticipating any number of witty remarks about his ineptitude. Instead she simply stretched out her hand, a repeat of her gesture earlier in the kitchen, and said, “Gimme.”
“Huh?” At his obvious lack of comprehension, Kara rolled her eyes.
“The calculator, the bills. Give 'em to me.”
Hesitantly, Lee passed them over, along with his pencil and the giant chart he had been inputting all the numbers into. Immediately Kara set to work, fingers flying nimbly over the buttons, pencil moving across the paper at alarming speed. His eyebrows just about hit his hairline as he watched her, raising his glass to his lips to take a long sip.
She glanced up momentarily at stopped halfway through writing.
“What? You think old One Eye knows how to work this damn thing? If I didn't do it for him I'd never get home before midnight.”
Lee barely avoided spewing wine out of his nose as he snorted into his glass.
“You know he'd have your ass if he ever heard you call him that?” Kara gave her own snort, not even looking up from her work.
“He could try.” Lee chuckled and took another sip. He was maybe actually starting to kind of like her.
“So,” She said after a moment, eyes still on the chart, fingers still moving deftly over the buttons, “tell me about yourself Lee.”
“Well, what do you want to know?” She shrugged, blew a stray strand of her out of her eyes and he watched it flutter, then fall straight back to where it was.
“Karl said you're a chef.”
“I was a chef. I'm not anymore.”
“Well that's just bullshit.”
“Excuse me?”
“If you're a chef than you're a chef, it's part of you. It's not something you can get rid of just because you stop doing it.”
Lee shrugged, considered it. He thought about the kitchen and the way that he had felt when he'd walked in there tonight, the way he used to feel at the start of service when the ovens were humming and the steam was rising, and the orders started flying in. He shivered. She was looking at him now, her bright eyes boring into him. He shrugged again, shrugged her off. Kara looked back down.
“So, why'd you stop?” She asked after a few minutes, eyes steadfastly on the sheet again. He didn't answer straight away and she kept talking. “Karl said that you and he used to run this joint, that you were a golden boy, best cook he ever knew. Must've been hard to just give it all up like that.”
“You and my dad are close right?”
“I've only been here a few months, but the Old Man's a good guy, I like him a lot. And he likes to talk, you know? I kinda think he's lonely.”
“So then you know about Za-” he stopped. He hadn't spoken his brother's name in two years, and it stuck in his throat like a piece of stale bread. “About the accident?”
“I know a little, what your dad's told me, and Karl.”
“It was tough. My brother and I were close and losing him...it hit me really hard. My dad and I don't always see eye to eye and I just, I couldn't stay here.”
She seemed fairly satisfied with that, just shrugged and continued adding up in silence. For long minutes, silence fell over them and Lee couldn't keep his eyes still. They flickered round the room, landing on all the old familiar things: his dad's Purple Heart, in it's frame on the wall next to the picture of Bill and Uncle Saul in Danang, arms around each other grins wide and toothy, dirtiest bastards on the planet, an old map of the states from before the war of independence that he and Zak had found in Grandpa Joe's attic.
And then, right at the back of the room, tucked behind the cctv monitor but visible from the angle Lee was looking from, was a picture of him and Zak as kids, gap-toothed smiles and ice-cream stains all over their faces and their shirts. There was an acute stabbing feeling in his heart, and a kind of tightening in his throat. He missed his brother so much, it had been so long since he'd even looked at a picture of him, and he felt suddenly ashamed of himself, for running away, for staying away, for never speaking Zak's name.
Kara finished with a flourishing press of the total button and laughed quietly as she put the last number into the chart.
“Now we can go home.” She looked up with a triumphant smile and Lee felt the ache in his chest ease just a little. He smiled back, hopefully not as weakly as he felt it, and stood, gathered his wallet and his keys and shrugged into his coat.
“Thanks, Kara.” He said, holding out his hand for her to shake. She took it and squeezed, smiling still.
“Any time.” She replied softly, and Lee believed her. He realised eventually that he was still holding her hand, and let go swiftly, awkwardly clearing his throat, wiping his palm on his trouser leg, and then wishing he hadn't because that seemed kind of rude and all the while Kara just stood there with a bemused smile on her face.
“I'm, uh,” Lee glanced toward the doorway and then back to Kara, “I'm gonna get going.” He moved around her and into the office doorway.
“Hey, Lee?” She called after him, he span and she was looking at him hesitantly, like she wasn't sure if she should say what she was about to say.
“Yeah?” Kara bit her lip, breathed in, and smiled nervously.
“The Old Man, he talks a lot, he uh, he talks a helluva lot actually,” she smiled then, looked away from him, and Lee realised in one heartbeat how much she genuinely seemed to love his dad. “He's never gonna say this to you, because he's who he is and he doesn't want your pity or whatever, but- he's just really glad you're back, is all.” Their eyes met again, and she shrugged. “I thought you should know.”
Lee felt a little bit like he'd been slugged in the gut, he opened his mouth and closed it again, like a fish in one of those giant tanks in the aquarium at his mom's house that Zak had loved so much. He had no idea what to say.
“Thanks.” He settled on, because Kara seemed kind of anxious, like she wasn't sure if she had done the right thing in telling him. “I'll uh- I'll see you tomorrow.”
She nodded and quirked one side of her lips up in a kind of smile. Lee raised his hand in a small kind of wave, and then turned and walked out the door.
The walk back to his apartment was cold, the stars were bright in the black sky, and Lee found as he strolled along, that he was actually in a pretty good mood, that he was excited to be going back into work tomorrow, to be seeing her.
He chuckled to himself as he remembered what he'd thought of her at the beginning of the night, and how his opinion of her had altered so drastically in just the course of one evening. One thing he had been right about though, she was definitely trouble, and Lee could just tell that the next few months working with her were going to be an interesting experience.
He was kind of looking forward to it.
Forsugarhaven
Moving day
“Oof!” Lee dropped another box onto the floor at the bottom of the stairs, wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, huffed a heavy breath and looked up. Kara was coming slowly after him, watching her feet around the side of her own load.
“Gods it's hot.” Lee said, taking the box from her and dropping it beside the one he had just deposited. Running a hand up the column of her throat, glistening with sweat, and into her hair, Kara nodded her agreement.
“Didn't I just help you move out of here anyway?” He glanced around the empty room, the room they had emptied not two weeks ago. Kara shrugged.
“The landlord and I came to an agreement.”
“You couldn't have come to it before we hauled all of your stuff out of here?” She shrugged again.
“What? You're not having fun?”
“It's the hottest day of the year and I'm re-moving all of your junk into a fourth floor apartment in a building with no elevator. Sure Kara, I'm having a blast.”
Holding his eyes for a moment, a slow smile spread across her rosy lips, corners twitching upwards. Lee tried not to focus on them.
“Good, then.” Her smile held and he rolled his eyes. Wiped his brow again. When he looked back at her she was gazing somewhere below his chin. Glancing down, he took in the sight of his shirt, soaked through with sweat and clinging to his chest and stomach. Moving his eyes back to Kara, her eyes slightly unfocused, her bottom lip caught under her top teeth, he smirked. That was interesting.
Reaching his hands over the back of his shoulders, he grabbed a handful of his tank top and pulled it roughly over his head. Using it as an impromptu towel he swiped it across his face and down across his chest before tossing it over the banister. Kara was still staring.
“So, tell me again why my little brother isn't helping out today?” Her eyes flashed to his, panic rising behind them and a light flush curling up her neck.
“Uh, he uh,” Kara broke into a smile and shook her head a few times, chasing the cobwebs away, “he had an early class, he'll be here later.”
She turned and wandered into the kitchen, heading the the fridge which they had stocked first thing this morning and pulling out a beer. Lee followed her, walked right up behind her, reaching his arm over her shoulder to pluck his own beer from the shelf, leaned his elbow on the fridge door and crowded her a little bit.
She turned her head to look straight into his eyes.
They did this every so often, every once in a while. Just strolled right up to the edge of propriety and stared each other down. The part where it got dangerous was that it usually meant that they were actually staring at each other.
Lee cleared his throat, Kara swallowed.
“It uh-” she swallowed again and Lee found himself distracted momentarily by the bob of her throat. “It just seems fairly coincidental that every time there's some kind of hard labor to be done, Zak's mysteriously busy and I end up doing all the work.”
Kara shifted closer to him, placed her hand on his arm just above his elbow. Her hand was cool from where it had been resting in the frigid air of the open door. His skin tingled, his eyes found a resting place on her fingers, his flesh pebbling with rising hairs, the nerve running along the outside of his upper arm twitching gently, persistently.
“Well, uhm,” Kara cleared her throat, slid her hand from his arm to the top of the fridge door, pulling it from beneath him and shutting it softly. “I guess you just have really bad luck.”
Raising her beer in an awkward toast, she moved past him back into the living area. The fingers of her left hand brushed his where it rested at his side.
On impulse he grasped it, his fingers curling around hers, gripping tight and pulling, jerking her roughly back to him. Without knowing what was possessing him he pulled her in close, flush up against him, pulled her beer bottle from her hands, placed it on the counter along with his own, and laid his lips firmly over hers.
Kara gasped softly, he felt her hands raise into the air and hang there for a moment, before moving up to his neck, running up to his face, her strong fingers stroking along his jawline, holding him to her, pulling him closer.
Not close enough.
He swept his tongue along the seam of her lips, pressed further into her when she parted them, allowing him access. She stumbled slightly, the two of them dancing about on the scuffed parquet floor trying to regain their balance while clutching desperately to each other, and he groaned when her hands left his face to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing herself into him up on the tips of her toes.
He slid one hand into her hair, tangled his fingers up in her sweaty locks, the other went to the small of her back, pulling her closer, still closer and holding her there.
Her tongue curled around his. His hips jerked into hers. Their lips mashed together furiously and still they couldn't get close enough.
Above them, a door squealed open and then slammed shut. A tuneless whistle floated down the stairs. Heavy footsteps pounded the floor.
Kara and Lee pulled abruptly apart, Kara span on the spot, grabbed her beer bottle and walked swiftly to the other side of the room. By the time Zak bounded in she was digging in a box for a bottle opener, Lee was rooted to the spot in the middle of the floor.
Zak patted him on the back and made a beeline for Kara, pulling her into a hug while Lee stood, watching helplessly, still unable to move.
Kara's words from earlier floated back up in his mind. Yeah, he thought, watching his little brother and the woman they were both crazy about, really bad luck.
Forkl_shipper1
That's all for now! Ten prizes still to come at some point in the future. Enjoy :)
edited to fix crazy massive icon, and to add titles under cuts for less confusion
I've just been doing them in the order that inspiration has come to me, so there's no organisation to them. I am still working on the other prizes and will hopefully have them up soon.
So without further ado:
For
trappermcintyre Laughter in the dark
From the doorway of the observation deck you'd never know anyone was there. Rows of seats completely empty in a dark and silent room. But for the solitary puff of smoke rising out of the front row, you could easily miss her.
Except if you were looking for her.
Lee allowed the door to slide shut behind him, alerting her to his presence, and walked with careful steps down toward where Kara was slumped in her chair in the middle of the row, puffing on a half burned cigar with a blissful smile on her face.
“Where'd you get that?” Lee asked as he took a seat, sliding his body downwards to match her posture, feet flat on the floor, knees bent at ninety degrees.
Kara turned her head towards him, offered him the cigar and slowly licked her lips. He took it between his fingers and offered her back his own bounty, a silver flask, sloshing full. She raised her eyebrows and took a sip as he drew the stogie between his lips, laughing around the tip as the surprise registered on her face.
Water.
“Where'd you get this?” She asked incredulously, he nudged her knee with his.
“I asked first.”
Kara shrugged and grimaced a little.
“Baltar gave it to me.”
“Gave it to you?” Somehow the idea of that didn't sit quite right with him, tugged at something inside him that he didn't know was there.
She shrugged again and took it back from him, passing him his flask as she took a long puff. He clearly wasn't going to get any more explanation than that.
“Boomer and Crashdown found water.” He said simply, letting his head slide onto the back of the chair. He brought the flask to his lips and drank, holding the water in his mouth for a few moments before swallowing.
“Well, in that case!” She cried, leaning over and grabbing the flask from him, slouching back into her seat and alternating between puffs of her cigar and slugs from his flask, a smug grin slipping across her lips. “Now this is the kind of night out a girl could get used to.”
She nudged his knee with her own and he pushed back, took their spoils when she offered them and passed them back in kind. Their knees stayed in contact as they shared their bounty. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
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kcvanhout No use crying over
Kara stumbles back to the bunk room, weary, the smell of burning plastic and charred flesh still haunting her nose. She pushes through the hatch and flinches at the sight of the scarlet stained metal.
She stares for a long moment, horror filling her, forcing its way as a lump up her throat, acid burning in the back of her mouth.
“It's the paint.” Lee's voice is hushed, heavy, raw. She hadn't even noticed him. “From this morning, we spilled the paint.”
Their eyes meet, he looks done-in, as lost as she is.
“We should clean it up.” She says. He nods. They both keep on staring.
For
sugarhaven These foolish games
They're playing triad one night, her and Lee, Dee, Gaeta, Racetrack. She flirts with him because it distracts everyone, and because Gaeta always takes her too seriously. He flirts back, she thinks because it reminds him of being home, of that bar on Aerilon and that winter where they did nothing but drink ambrosia and collectively bug Zak.
She trails him back to quarters, flops noisily onto her rack and watches him try to suppress a smile, climbing gently into his own.
She doesn't sleep, listens to the sounds of the other pilots breathing, listens to the sound of him not sleeping either. She glances over, their eyes meeting in the darkness.
The silence stretches out between them.
For
kl_shipper1 In the morning
When he wakes the light is just breaking, he has been dreaming of her.
It is cold on this planet, the sun has not yet had time to warm the dusty earth, the breeze is a gentle constant, a reminder of just how bare last night he laid himself.
He smoothes his hand along her spine. She shivers. He smiles.
“I love you.” He tells her, secret words muttered into the soft spread of her hair. A secret no longer. He smiles once more.
“Go back to sleep.” Her voice a whispered caress, her fingers trace his jaw.
He sleeps.
He dreams of her.
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kl_shipper1 Cracks
Days pass, his bruises heal. His lip is sore and stings because he can't stop touching his tongue to it, working the scabbing flesh off, breaking it open anew.
His knuckles are still red, but the throbbing has stopped at least. He studies them, palms laid flat against his briefing notes, standing behind the podium. His eyes move swiftly over her face, trying to match her fading bruises to the points of impact on his cracked skin.
She catches him watching her, she was watching him too. The corners of her lips twitch opwards and she instantly winces, puts her fingers to her mouth.
He smiles back, feels his own lip crack, soothes it with his tongue.
They're still healing, but they'll get there.
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shah_of_blah Drowning
It's a Tuesday night so the bar is quiet. He spots Kara fairly easily. She hasn't returned his calls for over a week.
He slides silently into the seat next to her, signals the bartender for a second of whatever she's having. Her eyes flicker over him briefly before dropping back to her hands. She's drawing designs in the condensation on he faded wood.
“I've been looking for you.” He says, sipping his drink. She nods. She knew that already.
“I've been hiding.” Her smile is a perfect mixture of misery and self-satisfaction that is only Kara. Lee nods, he already knew that.
They sip their drinks in the doubt-thick silence of two people who have too much to say to each other.
“We shouldn't be friends, Lee. Neither of us deserve it.”
He doesn't know what to say to that except that he thinks that maybe she's right. He's spent days and nights and weeks and months since the day they met wishing to the gods that he doesn't believe in that he had met her first. That the world could find some way, any way for him to have her.
He can have her now.
She downs her drink and pushes herself to standing. He stares at her gaumlessly as she leans into him, one clammy hand on his shoulder, her breath sweet with ambrosia. She lays a kiss, soft and wet and lingering, on his cheek, millimeters from his lips.
She leaves without saying goodbye.
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This one kind of took on a life of its own, sorry, it's nothing like anything you asked for...
“Check on Chef!”
Lee strode purposefully through the swinging door into the kitchen holding the first order of the night. His first night back.
It had been two years since he'd set foot in this kitchen. He surveyed it now as he had on the day after Zak's funeral, the day he had left with the intention of never coming back. It looked exactly the same, save for a new industrial dishwasher and a few new faces.
Like the one that was currently staring coolly at him from the other side of the pass.
For a moment he stared back, lost in a pair of wide green eyes. Casting his gaze over the rest of her he took in pale skin with a deep flush – the kitchen was already starting to heat up for the night – short, almost ragged blonde hair, a pair of dark pink, full lips, and a hand outstretched, palm upward like it was waiting for something.
“Well?” Her brow creased, her fingers closed and opened in a kind of 'gimme' gesture, Lee was still completely lost.
When it became clear to her that he wasn't going to do whatever it was she was expecting him to, she huffed, rolled her eyes upwards in a facsimile of someone offering up a prayer, and then glared at him anew.
“Look, buddy, we've got a busy night ahead of us and all you're doing right now is slowing me down so either post the check or call the ball, but do it quickly so I can get my kitchen moving.”
Her voice was deep and smooth, like dark chocolate crème brulée, and he looked down at the ticket still grasped in his hand, a strange disconnect between his brain and his limbs taking hold.
“Oh for God's sake.” She started, but a warm heavy hand on his shoulder and the calm, friendly face of Karl Agathon intervened.
“Hey Lee, how's about I take that off your hands, huh buddy?”
Karl's insistent fingers tugged the ticket gently from his hands and Lee smiled up at him, grateful t the sous-chef, his old friend from back when they were both a pair of teenage idiots running around this place together, for doing what he was apparently incapable of.
Karl started calling out the order and the kitchen burst into life; people scurrying and pots clanging and shouts flying back and forth. Lee felt his entire body tense and then relax as he felt it rush over him, the heat, the noise, the adrenaline of being back in the kitchen again.
He closed his eyes and breathed in deep. Whatever doubts he had had about coming back to work for his dad, this had never been one of them. He had missed this.
When he opened his eyes again she was still looking at him, clearly unimpressed.
“So, you're the Old Man's son.” It wasn't a question, he nodded anyway.
“Lee Adama.” He said at length. He stretched out his hand and she took it, held it. Neither of them let go.
Unconsciously his thumb brushed along the back of her hand, tracing the ridges of healed burns and knife-nicks. Her fingers were rough against the inside of his palm, they moved across the point where his thumb joined the rest of his hand and a shiver ran silently through him.
“Well,” she pulled back her hand, abruptly, and cleared her throat, looking around to see if anybody was looking at them. “It's been a blast, Lee, but uh, I have a kitchen to run, so...”
She trailed off, nodding and backing away from him, spinning on her toes and getting to work. Lee turned himself and wandered numbly back out into the restaurant, stopping by the greeting podium to look over the bookings for the evening.
He breathed out a long sigh and rubbed one hand against his temple, not quite sure how he was going to get through the night.
“What's your problem, boy?” The gruff, grizzly voice of his father's trusted second in command and Maitre D' for life broke through the cloud forming in his head as Saul replaced two menus on the shelf and came to stand beside him. Lee sighed again and glanced across at Saul, fought the urge to chuckle at the one-eyed miser's grimacing attempt to smile at arriving customers.
“I just met the new head chef.” Lee told him and Saul's face contorted in a grunt of disapproval.
“God, the woman's a menace.” He paused a moment to shake hands with the couple walking in the door. “Don't know what your father was thinking hiring her, she's a loose canon, no discipline, runs that kitchen like a (….). - Hi there, how are you this evening?”
Lee tamped down a smile at Tigh's clear disapproval of his dad's new hotshot chef. When he'd talked to his dad on the phone last week, the Old Man had been full of the name of Kara Thrace, Kara this and Kara that. If Lee hadn't been used to always having someone who wasn't him being his father's favourite child, he might have been jealous.
“Tell you what though,” Saul craned his head to look back at the kitchen and spoke out of the side of his mouth, for a moment Lee was distracted by the image of him with a striped blue and white shirt and a pipe to go with that patch his right eye bore, scrawny arms and a can of spinach in his hand, and he cleared his throat to smother a laugh. “She's a helluva cook.”
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Lee sighed as his fingers fumbled over the buttons on the over-sized calculator once again. He'd been trying to total this one bill for almost five minutes now and he kept going wrong right at the end.
He growled low in his throat and silently cursed his father. Why the Old Man couldn't just get a computerised system he had no idea. But Bill Adama was a complete technophobe, didn't want to know about anything to do with computers. So Lee was stuck here adding up receipts late into the night when everyone else had gone home.
Well, almost everyone, Lee mused. From the back of the kitchen came the muffled sounds of pots banging and crashing, and the tuneless whistle of Kara Thrace.
Lee sighed again and rolled his eyes, turning once again to the stack of receipts in front of him. There was something about that woman that irritated him.
It wasn't that she had been unpleasant towards him or unwelcoming even. But every time he had gone into the kitchen tonight she had been telling some story or joke that had everyone in hysterics. Her staff were disorganised, disrespectful, and without any sense of discipline, and it irritated him. When he had run that kitchen it had been a calm, controlled environment, and seeing it so chaotic sent a pang straight to his heart.
The worst of it was that he couldn't even say anything about it because every single plate of food had gone out perfect and on time.
Kara Thrace was everything his father had said she was; brilliant, talented, and kind of a pain in the ass, and Lee couldn't decide what pissed him off more, the fact that his dad clearly adored her, or the fact that her existence put Lee onto the same side of an argument as Saul Tigh.
He was so lost in though that he failed to notice the cessation of her constant whistling or the lowering of the lights everywhere but in the office where he was wrestling with the calculator. So when a large glass of white wine was unceremoniously plonked down in front of him he jumped.
Kara laughed quietly, raising her own glass in a sort of mock toast.
“It seemed like you might need some fortification.” She said simply. She took another sip and Lee watched her throat bob up and down as she swallowed, swallowed himself. Menace she may be, goddamn annoying she definitely was, but there was no denying that the woman was attractive.
Her lips spread into an amused smirk, and when he looked up to meet her eyes Lee could have sworn that she knew exactly what he had been thinking about.
“Uh, thanks.” He offered, picking his glass up by the stem and raising a reluctant toast of his own. She smiled warmly at him and made her way around the counter into the office, threw herself into a chair and slung her feet up onto the desk.
Lee couldn't help but be amused at her obvious comfort in surroundings with which her personality seemed completely incongruous. She quirked an eyebrow at his laughter and she shook his head, took a sip of his wine.
A kind of restful quiet came over them as Lee returned to crunching numbers. Kara seemed content to just sit and sip her wine, flipping through the stack of magazines from the bar.
Every so often she would tip her head back and exhale, eyes closed. Lee couldn't help himself buy glance surreptitiously at her in those moments, the long line of her neck, the scabs and scars along her hands and arms. War wounds from life in the kitchen.
Absently, he traced the lines of his own scars, older than most of hers, better healed, faint and shiny pink.
Distracted, he pressed the wrong button on the calculator yet again and groaned in frustration, resisted the temptation to just lay his forehead straight down on the desk.
“Having a little trouble there soldier?”
It was Lee's turn to quirk an eyebrow, anticipating any number of witty remarks about his ineptitude. Instead she simply stretched out her hand, a repeat of her gesture earlier in the kitchen, and said, “Gimme.”
“Huh?” At his obvious lack of comprehension, Kara rolled her eyes.
“The calculator, the bills. Give 'em to me.”
Hesitantly, Lee passed them over, along with his pencil and the giant chart he had been inputting all the numbers into. Immediately Kara set to work, fingers flying nimbly over the buttons, pencil moving across the paper at alarming speed. His eyebrows just about hit his hairline as he watched her, raising his glass to his lips to take a long sip.
She glanced up momentarily at stopped halfway through writing.
“What? You think old One Eye knows how to work this damn thing? If I didn't do it for him I'd never get home before midnight.”
Lee barely avoided spewing wine out of his nose as he snorted into his glass.
“You know he'd have your ass if he ever heard you call him that?” Kara gave her own snort, not even looking up from her work.
“He could try.” Lee chuckled and took another sip. He was maybe actually starting to kind of like her.
“So,” She said after a moment, eyes still on the chart, fingers still moving deftly over the buttons, “tell me about yourself Lee.”
“Well, what do you want to know?” She shrugged, blew a stray strand of her out of her eyes and he watched it flutter, then fall straight back to where it was.
“Karl said you're a chef.”
“I was a chef. I'm not anymore.”
“Well that's just bullshit.”
“Excuse me?”
“If you're a chef than you're a chef, it's part of you. It's not something you can get rid of just because you stop doing it.”
Lee shrugged, considered it. He thought about the kitchen and the way that he had felt when he'd walked in there tonight, the way he used to feel at the start of service when the ovens were humming and the steam was rising, and the orders started flying in. He shivered. She was looking at him now, her bright eyes boring into him. He shrugged again, shrugged her off. Kara looked back down.
“So, why'd you stop?” She asked after a few minutes, eyes steadfastly on the sheet again. He didn't answer straight away and she kept talking. “Karl said that you and he used to run this joint, that you were a golden boy, best cook he ever knew. Must've been hard to just give it all up like that.”
“You and my dad are close right?”
“I've only been here a few months, but the Old Man's a good guy, I like him a lot. And he likes to talk, you know? I kinda think he's lonely.”
“So then you know about Za-” he stopped. He hadn't spoken his brother's name in two years, and it stuck in his throat like a piece of stale bread. “About the accident?”
“I know a little, what your dad's told me, and Karl.”
“It was tough. My brother and I were close and losing him...it hit me really hard. My dad and I don't always see eye to eye and I just, I couldn't stay here.”
She seemed fairly satisfied with that, just shrugged and continued adding up in silence. For long minutes, silence fell over them and Lee couldn't keep his eyes still. They flickered round the room, landing on all the old familiar things: his dad's Purple Heart, in it's frame on the wall next to the picture of Bill and Uncle Saul in Danang, arms around each other grins wide and toothy, dirtiest bastards on the planet, an old map of the states from before the war of independence that he and Zak had found in Grandpa Joe's attic.
And then, right at the back of the room, tucked behind the cctv monitor but visible from the angle Lee was looking from, was a picture of him and Zak as kids, gap-toothed smiles and ice-cream stains all over their faces and their shirts. There was an acute stabbing feeling in his heart, and a kind of tightening in his throat. He missed his brother so much, it had been so long since he'd even looked at a picture of him, and he felt suddenly ashamed of himself, for running away, for staying away, for never speaking Zak's name.
Kara finished with a flourishing press of the total button and laughed quietly as she put the last number into the chart.
“Now we can go home.” She looked up with a triumphant smile and Lee felt the ache in his chest ease just a little. He smiled back, hopefully not as weakly as he felt it, and stood, gathered his wallet and his keys and shrugged into his coat.
“Thanks, Kara.” He said, holding out his hand for her to shake. She took it and squeezed, smiling still.
“Any time.” She replied softly, and Lee believed her. He realised eventually that he was still holding her hand, and let go swiftly, awkwardly clearing his throat, wiping his palm on his trouser leg, and then wishing he hadn't because that seemed kind of rude and all the while Kara just stood there with a bemused smile on her face.
“I'm, uh,” Lee glanced toward the doorway and then back to Kara, “I'm gonna get going.” He moved around her and into the office doorway.
“Hey, Lee?” She called after him, he span and she was looking at him hesitantly, like she wasn't sure if she should say what she was about to say.
“Yeah?” Kara bit her lip, breathed in, and smiled nervously.
“The Old Man, he talks a lot, he uh, he talks a helluva lot actually,” she smiled then, looked away from him, and Lee realised in one heartbeat how much she genuinely seemed to love his dad. “He's never gonna say this to you, because he's who he is and he doesn't want your pity or whatever, but- he's just really glad you're back, is all.” Their eyes met again, and she shrugged. “I thought you should know.”
Lee felt a little bit like he'd been slugged in the gut, he opened his mouth and closed it again, like a fish in one of those giant tanks in the aquarium at his mom's house that Zak had loved so much. He had no idea what to say.
“Thanks.” He settled on, because Kara seemed kind of anxious, like she wasn't sure if she had done the right thing in telling him. “I'll uh- I'll see you tomorrow.”
She nodded and quirked one side of her lips up in a kind of smile. Lee raised his hand in a small kind of wave, and then turned and walked out the door.
The walk back to his apartment was cold, the stars were bright in the black sky, and Lee found as he strolled along, that he was actually in a pretty good mood, that he was excited to be going back into work tomorrow, to be seeing her.
He chuckled to himself as he remembered what he'd thought of her at the beginning of the night, and how his opinion of her had altered so drastically in just the course of one evening. One thing he had been right about though, she was definitely trouble, and Lee could just tell that the next few months working with her were going to be an interesting experience.
He was kind of looking forward to it.
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sugarhaven Moving day
“Oof!” Lee dropped another box onto the floor at the bottom of the stairs, wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, huffed a heavy breath and looked up. Kara was coming slowly after him, watching her feet around the side of her own load.
“Gods it's hot.” Lee said, taking the box from her and dropping it beside the one he had just deposited. Running a hand up the column of her throat, glistening with sweat, and into her hair, Kara nodded her agreement.
“Didn't I just help you move out of here anyway?” He glanced around the empty room, the room they had emptied not two weeks ago. Kara shrugged.
“The landlord and I came to an agreement.”
“You couldn't have come to it before we hauled all of your stuff out of here?” She shrugged again.
“What? You're not having fun?”
“It's the hottest day of the year and I'm re-moving all of your junk into a fourth floor apartment in a building with no elevator. Sure Kara, I'm having a blast.”
Holding his eyes for a moment, a slow smile spread across her rosy lips, corners twitching upwards. Lee tried not to focus on them.
“Good, then.” Her smile held and he rolled his eyes. Wiped his brow again. When he looked back at her she was gazing somewhere below his chin. Glancing down, he took in the sight of his shirt, soaked through with sweat and clinging to his chest and stomach. Moving his eyes back to Kara, her eyes slightly unfocused, her bottom lip caught under her top teeth, he smirked. That was interesting.
Reaching his hands over the back of his shoulders, he grabbed a handful of his tank top and pulled it roughly over his head. Using it as an impromptu towel he swiped it across his face and down across his chest before tossing it over the banister. Kara was still staring.
“So, tell me again why my little brother isn't helping out today?” Her eyes flashed to his, panic rising behind them and a light flush curling up her neck.
“Uh, he uh,” Kara broke into a smile and shook her head a few times, chasing the cobwebs away, “he had an early class, he'll be here later.”
She turned and wandered into the kitchen, heading the the fridge which they had stocked first thing this morning and pulling out a beer. Lee followed her, walked right up behind her, reaching his arm over her shoulder to pluck his own beer from the shelf, leaned his elbow on the fridge door and crowded her a little bit.
She turned her head to look straight into his eyes.
They did this every so often, every once in a while. Just strolled right up to the edge of propriety and stared each other down. The part where it got dangerous was that it usually meant that they were actually staring at each other.
Lee cleared his throat, Kara swallowed.
“It uh-” she swallowed again and Lee found himself distracted momentarily by the bob of her throat. “It just seems fairly coincidental that every time there's some kind of hard labor to be done, Zak's mysteriously busy and I end up doing all the work.”
Kara shifted closer to him, placed her hand on his arm just above his elbow. Her hand was cool from where it had been resting in the frigid air of the open door. His skin tingled, his eyes found a resting place on her fingers, his flesh pebbling with rising hairs, the nerve running along the outside of his upper arm twitching gently, persistently.
“Well, uhm,” Kara cleared her throat, slid her hand from his arm to the top of the fridge door, pulling it from beneath him and shutting it softly. “I guess you just have really bad luck.”
Raising her beer in an awkward toast, she moved past him back into the living area. The fingers of her left hand brushed his where it rested at his side.
On impulse he grasped it, his fingers curling around hers, gripping tight and pulling, jerking her roughly back to him. Without knowing what was possessing him he pulled her in close, flush up against him, pulled her beer bottle from her hands, placed it on the counter along with his own, and laid his lips firmly over hers.
Kara gasped softly, he felt her hands raise into the air and hang there for a moment, before moving up to his neck, running up to his face, her strong fingers stroking along his jawline, holding him to her, pulling him closer.
Not close enough.
He swept his tongue along the seam of her lips, pressed further into her when she parted them, allowing him access. She stumbled slightly, the two of them dancing about on the scuffed parquet floor trying to regain their balance while clutching desperately to each other, and he groaned when her hands left his face to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing herself into him up on the tips of her toes.
He slid one hand into her hair, tangled his fingers up in her sweaty locks, the other went to the small of her back, pulling her closer, still closer and holding her there.
Her tongue curled around his. His hips jerked into hers. Their lips mashed together furiously and still they couldn't get close enough.
Above them, a door squealed open and then slammed shut. A tuneless whistle floated down the stairs. Heavy footsteps pounded the floor.
Kara and Lee pulled abruptly apart, Kara span on the spot, grabbed her beer bottle and walked swiftly to the other side of the room. By the time Zak bounded in she was digging in a box for a bottle opener, Lee was rooted to the spot in the middle of the floor.
Zak patted him on the back and made a beeline for Kara, pulling her into a hug while Lee stood, watching helplessly, still unable to move.
Kara's words from earlier floated back up in his mind. Yeah, he thought, watching his little brother and the woman they were both crazy about, really bad luck.
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kl_shipper1 That's all for now! Ten prizes still to come at some point in the future. Enjoy :)
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Date: 2011-09-21 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-21 03:22 pm (UTC)First of all, my banner is so baller! <3's!
trappermcintyre's piece in the observation deck was so quiet and soft and I absolutely ADORE their quiet moments together!
And sugarhaven's little piece about flirting during Triad and staring at each other from their racks made my stomach flippy with the UST.
kl_shipper1's are both soooooo glorious! GLORIOUS I TELL YOU! I love the book-ended lines about him dreaming of her and the last line of them still healing after the Dance. Gah!
shah_of_blah's was so gutting but felt so right. I love the 'I've been looking for you' 'I've been hiding' lines. :(
and sugarhaven's moving day piece...WHOOT! Sexy sweaty Lee that Kara can't keep her eyes/hands/lips off of? I cannot blame the woman. Sexiness!!!!
But honestly, everything was my favorite. EVERYTHING!
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Date: 2011-09-21 11:50 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your lovely comments! I'm sorry for the gutting, somehow with drabbles I always end up going for something horrendously maudlin. I don't know how to be happy succinctly!
THAT was my favourite :D
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Date: 2011-09-21 04:41 pm (UTC)And all the rest are fantastic too. The drabbles are short but powerful, and goodness the moving day one is so steamy! Delicious sexual tension there. And a stolen kiss. YUM.
(I can't believe you wrote all these in the past week or so! You are ridiculous and amazing! \o/)
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Date: 2011-09-21 11:57 pm (UTC)Hehe, you asked me for something post-Razor, or Young Capricans, but I am glad you enjoyed this little crazy-nugget.
POPEYE SAUL!! I'm kind of in love with that image. Especially because his arms are so scrawny!
(The moving day one was supposed to be a drabble, but then I was like...'Heat! Sweat! There must be kissing!' so I extended it :D )
Yeah, ridiculous is the right word, I just can't seem to stop! Thank you for saying all the nice things :D
♥
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Date: 2011-09-21 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-22 12:00 am (UTC)Thanks! :)
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Date: 2011-09-21 07:14 pm (UTC)Their knees stayed in contact as they shared their bounty.
Thank you so much :D
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Date: 2011-09-22 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-22 12:02 am (UTC)JFKLVSKHSMFFF I LOVE IT
Date: 2011-09-21 09:07 pm (UTC)Oh, and Moving Day is SO MUCH HOTNESS. Pilots bantering! More UST! Kara checking out Lee! Shirtless!Lee invading Kara's personal space and stealing a kiss.....oooooooooof. And I have so much love for this bit, because it's beautiful:
They did this every so often, every once in a while. Just strolled right up to the edge of propriety and stared each other down. The part where it got dangerous was that it usually meant that they were actually staring at each other.
Pure gorgeousness.
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Date: 2011-09-22 12:07 am (UTC)YOU are pure gorgeousness :D
Oh, Act of Contrition makes me feel things. They're so joyful in the beginning!
Thank you! I am never particularly confident in my sexual-tension-creating skills, so I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think it's a testament to pilots' hotness, they do all the work for you!
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Date: 2011-09-21 10:41 pm (UTC)They are all really great. Thank you so much.
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Date: 2011-09-22 12:11 am (UTC)Seriously though, thanks, I am happy you liked your prizes!
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Date: 2011-09-22 09:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-21 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-22 12:16 am (UTC)You've still got a couple of prizes coming, so I hope you will like those too :)
<3
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Date: 2011-09-22 12:39 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2011-09-22 04:47 pm (UTC)Fantastic work!
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Date: 2011-09-22 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-22 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-22 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 10:31 pm (UTC)Thank you for commenting :)
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Date: 2011-09-26 12:57 am (UTC)(I have yet to read all of these yummy drabbles, but I will. Love your writing, babe!)
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Date: 2011-10-01 10:33 pm (UTC)Glad you like it! (My graphic skillz are not the bestest, but I figure I can't go wrong with hald naked pilots ;) )
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Date: 2011-10-19 11:42 am (UTC)