DPP: Lay Your Hands on Me

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

First, a few orders of business.

Hope you'll all join me in wishing a very happy birthday to our darling founder of no_takebacks, cosetteferaud!

Also, there are still many empty weeks on the DPP schedule. It's possible they've run their course, I suppose, and we should just let them die a natural death, but personally, I love still knowing there is at least one (and usually ONLY one) post about pilots on my flist everyday. I just can't QUIT THEM! Hopefully y'all feel the same and will want to continue the tradition.

Now on to the fun! Since our Hug It Out Meme was such a success... let's try our hands (pun intended) at this one:



Definitions stolen & modified from memebells

1. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʙʀᴜsʜ
"Ack! Did you just touch me?" That first touch with another person - usually nothing more than an accidental brush - can stir up feelings and nervousness. Or maybe you both know each other so well that you brush against each other all the time without bother.

2. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ
Sometimes life is hard and the only way you can let someone know that you're there for them is a simple supportive touch. Maybe you need to get someone to stop running away and pay attention to you, or maybe you're grabbing someone for conflict purposes. Whatever the reason, touching or grabbing someone's arm is the best idea.

3. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅ
Is there anything more likely to cause butterflies than the first hand hold? I can't think of much. When your relationship goes on longer, hand holding is a familiar comfort. For friends, it's largely the same. Who hasn't grabbed a friend's hand to keep hold of them in a crowd?

4. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴄᴋʟᴇ
The brush of fingers over sensitive skin could be teasing and playful or seductive and tantalizing.

5. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ
"Hey, how ya doin'?" A hand on the back can be a wonderful way to greet a friend, or maybe just to pull a prank. Or perhaps it means something entirely different to you.

6. ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ʀᴜʙ
There's something innately intimate about touching another person's neck, or allowing them to touch yours. An innocent massage can lead to much more. Plus It's such a sensitive area for many, so lips or fingers brushing against it are a wonderful gesture of the relationship.
Of course, you might just want to throttle them.

7. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢ
Whether intimate, comfortable, or something more, placing a hand on another person's leg is an iconic touch that is seen in so many places. It's a nice way to be affectionate in public, a hand under the table.

8. sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ
Touch someone’s hair, smooth an errant lock back from their face, wind a strand around your finger-- it could be playful or sweet.

9. ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴜɪsɪɴɢ ʜᴏʟᴅ
Intensity during a fight or in the heat of passion could lead to some interesting marks left behind...

10. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ  
Cradling someone’s face in your hand can be romantic or supportive...or perhaps you’re thinking of another cheek entirely? ;)

11. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs
Maybe you’re just good buds or maybe it’s the start of a more intimate embrace! Bonus points if you work in a yawn fake-out move right before!

12. ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ
Tweaking a nipple, slapping an ass, fingers grasping and probing and sliding...Oh my! Touching during sexytimes FTW!



Take your pick, make up your own ;) You know the drill! Just get those pilots touching!

Comments

[cosetteferaud.livejournal.com]

Aw, thanks so much Tara, you are such a sweetie and the best mod ever! <3 <3 <3 This fandom is just so fabulous.

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Welcome, bb. Hope you have a wonderful day!

[winegums.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday! (belated by now, but I hope it was fun :))

One Small Touch

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

It starts with his hand on her back at the memorial wall, low and comforting, just to let her know he's there. She can sense it's him before he speaks, his steps familiar as ever, her ears now sharply attuned to the grief around her. Kat's death has strummed a nerve, one already so taut with emotion that one pluck threatens to snap the string.

Kara leans into his palm for an indulgent moment and his hand slides to the side of her waist, his body inches away. All she has to do is turn and she'll be enveloped by his arms, the one place that she needs to be, the one place that terrifies her more than anything. She sniffs instead and turns the other way; she's okay standing here with him as long as he doesn't touch her, doesn't break the bubble of protection she seals herself inside.

Lee's eyes are somehow darker with grief, bright blue dampened to a deeper hue, his face filled with an understanding that pulls her like a magnet and her body leans towards him of its own accord. She stiffens and swipes away tears, looking behind him to where people stream in and out of this place of mourning, the blur of faces on the walls crowd her, yet keep her safe; it's too public, too exposed for anything more than an embrace.

Ever he is approaching or denying, and today his face is open to her, arm hovering in the space between them like a beacon showing her the way. She resists, sees the path their touch, even in comfort, will take. Blinking back tears, she steels herself to resist, stares at the buttons on his jacket, tries to think of other things.

"I'm here," he says, and her eyes flash to his. She knows it's true.

Like that, her illusion of safety dissolves, replaced by something more solid and more dangerous as she steps into his arms and buries her face into his neck. He is warm and safe and her tears disappear into the fabric of his jacket. Time and pain and all of the other things between them vanish, leaving just their hearts, separated by nothing, for one long moment.

Re: One Small Touch

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

The hand on the back move is a classic in the Lee Adama playbook! <3 I'm glad she let herself indulge!

Re: One Small Touch

[kag523.livejournal.com]

Aw... this makes me smile so much! Lovely hon! What a great way to start my day! :>D X 100000

Re: One Small Touch

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

This is breaks my heart, in a totally good way. Sweet and broken. And I just love it. :)

Re: One Small Touch

[useyourlove.livejournal.com]

This is marvelous and I feel like you stole it out of my own head. ♥. Such a true moment between them.

Re: One Small Touch

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

He is warm and safe and her tears disappear into the fabric of his jacket.

So much beautifulness. <3

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[embolalia.livejournal.com]

Ah! And the touching breaks down all the other crazy they build up. Lovely :)

Re: One Small Touch

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

her illusion of safety dissolves, replaced by something more solid and more dangerous as she steps into his arms and buries her face into his neck. He is warm and safe and her tears disappear into the fabric of his jacket. Time and pain and all of the other things between them vanish, leaving just their hearts, separated by nothing, for one long moment

Really nicely done. : )

Re: One Small Touch

[pressdbtwnpages.livejournal.com]

This guts me. I do so love when Lee and Kara give in to each other, though.

Re: One Small Touch

[winegums.livejournal.com]

*dissolves into puddle of goo*

So lovely. Thank you for sharing!

Re: One Small Touch

[rdave1.livejournal.com]

Good for Kara to let Lee be there.

Standing Ground

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

"It's too frakking late." Grief contorts his face, sharp lines creasing his brow and bracketing his mouth.

Lee turns away, rubbing a hand over his face, and sags back down on the couch, his head bowing as he stares at the low coffee table. Kara blinks at the set of small metal jacks there, wondering where the hell they came from, but the thought fades quickly from her still-reeling brain, her attention fixing on Lee again when a strangled sob escapes him.

Her first instinct, as per usual, is to run.

The idea of her comforting him over the death of his wife, of all people, holds a sardonic irony, considering. She probably shouldn't even be here. Should leave him in peace with his memories.

But Kara's never done what she should when it comes to Lee Adama.

Besides, she can't leave him now, can't even tear her eyes away. He looks broken, small even, in his pin-striped suit, the confident leader who just a few hours ago brokered a truce to save humanity gone like someone frakking wiped him out with one of the dry-board's erasers.

Bereft and frozen, Kara hesitates. She doesn't know how to fix this even though she does want desperately to fix him. All her natural instincts--to flee, to deflect, to distract with a joke--seem wrong. For a second she almost smirks, as she imagines herself saying, "Hey, you think that's bad, guess who just found her godsdamned corpse on Earth?"

The thought sours immediately. It's not very funny as far as jokes go, and as for any competition with Dee, well...it's over now. But the thought sticks stubbornly in her mind and Kara wonders if this is how it was when she was...gone. Did he mourn her like this? Was his grief less or more?

A shudder runs through Lee, and his shoulders shift, and in the end, Kara just walks over to his side, and reaches out, her hand falling to his still-bowed head. Her fingers tremble slightly as she strokes his hair, soft strands brushing over her skin.

Time passes and she stands, her touch smoothing the unruly strands back from Lee's forehead, drifting down to where the ends curl softly, so much longer now, against the nape of his neck. Eventually he turns, pressing his face against her stomach, hands clutching at her waist. Kara wraps her other arm around his shoulders, hugging him to her, even as her fingers keep stroking his hair.

Time passes and she stands.

Re: Standing Ground

[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

Lovely and aching. I can see it perfectly. <3<3

Re: Standing Ground

[kag523.livejournal.com]

I love your version of Kara / Lee. They are still so beautiful and broken... but I have hope. *hugs* Lovely. :)

Re: Standing Ground

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

Kara just walks over to his side, and reaches out, her hand falling to his still-bowed head. Her fingers tremble slightly as she strokes his hair, soft strands brushing over her skin.

Time passes and she stands, her touch smoothing the unruly strands back from Lee's forehead, drifting down to where the ends curl softly, so much longer now, against the nape of his neck. Eventually he turns, pressing his face against her stomach, hands clutching at her waist. Kara wraps her other arm around his shoulders, hugging him to her, even as her fingers keep stroking his hair.

Wow, so you out of the blue just wrote the exact scene of my awful, terrible, no-good breakup this past Sunday? I mean EXACT! :O

You get right out of my brain woman! Nothing to see in there!

So yeah, Heart. Blender. Heart Smoothie.

and FYI, I like their way much better than my RL version. Oh pilots, keep on giving me hope! *sniff*

Re: Standing Ground

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

I love this.

**snuggles it**

And DUDE! It so reminds me of a completely ancient like second-fic-i-ever-wrote ancient snippet where K comforts L after Dee's death. **shakes head at silly baby!Bee the aspiring fic writer.** : )

Re: Standing Ground

[embolalia.livejournal.com]

This is so sweet! It great to see her do the right thing for once :)

[kag523.livejournal.com]

Not sure this would fit in a comment so I posted it to my journal:

The Wake (http://kag523.livejournal.com/203062.html/)

Enjoy! K :D

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

Hey K?

I'm having trouble with the link....

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

Awww YAY!!! I love this! What an excellent idea! I'll see if I can rummage up something from the Bee!attic....

**toddles off**

The Favoritist Touchy-touch I Ever Did Write.

[workerbee73.livejournal.com]

Taking another page out of the BT playbook while I ponder suspenseful double agent/mafia touching scenarios...


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0245
Instructor K. Thrace's office, Viper Weapons School
Two days until scheduled black ops mission


"The altitude's still not high enough. And we're not dropping fast enough to make a difference on Dradis. The signal's muddled, but it's not gone. Next time we should—-Ow! Kara? What the frak?"

Maybe it was lack of sleep, or the oxygen deprivation from the test flight earlier today, or maybe it was because of the three beers she'd had at dinner with Zak before he went back into hermit-mode to study for his last exam, but she was feeling damn giddy. Lee sat across from her, prattling on and on about how things weren't going well, and she decided he needed to lighten up. Suddenly, all of the rubber bands lying on her desk seemed destined to be launched like missiles at a certain mission partner.

She let another one fly.

"Dammit, Starbuck! Stop that."

"Or what? You'll bore me to death? Too late, Apollo. This is my last hope of staying conscious."

She launched missile number three. This one smacked him right in the forehead.

"Shit! Ow!"

He launched himself across the desk then, trying to steal her ammunition. They wrestled and struggled for control of the remaining rubber bands, all while Kara giggled and Lee let fly a string of expletives that would have made a Tauron sailor blush. Finally, his hands got a firm grip on her wrists, securing them.

They both froze.

Two sets of eyes suddenly looked up, laughter and mirth meeting pissed-off and flustered. It was the first time he'd touched her since he took her hand that night at the restaurant. His fingers flexed involuntarily, sending an electric current running up her arms. She bit her lower lip while his parted with a sharp indrawn breath. Her hands stilled.

"Enough," he choked out, his voice rough and deeper than usual.

Her heart fluttered ridiculously at his tone. She answered back in a breathless pitch. "It's no use, Apollo." Looking down at their hands, she gave him a lazy, sexy smile. "If you take away the rubber bands, I'll just pull out my stash of paper clips."

He looked down at where their hands were joined and back up again, staring so intently. And then the most marvelous thing happened. He began to laugh. Starting slow, no sound at first, then bubbling up out of that beautiful mouth. It had a lovely musical pitch, tenor mixed with a bit of baritone.

And his face—he was grinning from ear to ear, as if he'd caught a disease consisting entirely of giddiness with no hope of a cure. The smile was beautiful, and indeed, it completely transformed him. He looked years younger, almost his actual age for once. The burden was lifted, and he was simply … Lee. Not Mr. Distraction, not The Sun God, not Lieutenant Tight-Ass or any of the other hundred nicknames she'd given him over the past week. Finally, she was able to just see him. It was amazing. And almost too beautiful to look at.

The laughter, the look of pure delight on his face gave her no choice but to join in. She'd done that. She'd created that face. The lightheadedness of the oxygen deprivation was nothing compared to this. She laughed until her sides hurt, until she couldn't breathe anymore. He was in no better shape, both of them finally collapsing face first on the desk, hands still joined.

Re: The Favoritist Touchy-touch I Ever Did Write.

[kag523.livejournal.com]

Love this SO MUCH!!! Oh Bee! You make me swoon!

P.S. (What fic is this?) Sorry for not knowing that offhand!

Trust

[embolalia.livejournal.com]

The first weeks after the attacks they avoid talking about Zak like it’s a rule. They don’t rehash the time he threw up after Pyramid or the pranks he used to pull on other cadets. Because none of those stories are funny, not when what they remember most is being near each other, burning with hunger and aching with guilt.

They don’t forget about him, though. Lee watches from across the bunkroom as Kara brushes her hair quickly, efficiently. Remembers how Zak told him once that she squirmed away when he tried to brush it for her, muttering something about her mother.

He moves without thinking. When he reaches for the brush as she runs it through her hair, Kara’s eyes meet his in the small mirror.

“Let me,” Lee murmurs, holding her gaze. She nods, closes her eyes and sighs in pleasure as he takes over the task. The knowledge that Kara trusts him coils inside of him, stirring other memories. He leans in to brush his cheek against her hair and catches Kara’s eyes in the mirror again.

She blinks quickly, then pulls away. The guilt still outweighs the hunger.

Re: Trust

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

Aw, very sweet. I could see her getting frustrated with knots in her hair or whatever and Lee taking the brush and doing this. <3

I also love when he gets to have something with her that Zak didn't. ;)

Touch

[kballgetlost.livejournal.com]

Kara lay awake staring at the top of her bunk, willing the images of Lee bleeding on the ground to disappear. She didn’t even think of trying to close her eyes and sleep, knowing that would only make the memories more vivid. A part of her thought she should close her eyes and accept her punishment. She had done this, she had shot Lee. Why shouldn’t she have to deal with the consequences? She closed her eyes briefly and let the pain take her.

Tears slipped slowly down her cheeks, trailing their way down to the pillow under her head. The image of Lee holding her gaze with that look of confusion and pain across his face flashed into her head, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe. Panic welled up in her chest constricting air flow. She struggled to breath through the pain and willed herself to remember that he was okay. He was up in sick bay and he was going to be fine. He was going to be fine.

It wasn’t enough, and despite the fact that it was 0300 she needed to seem him. She had wanted to sit by him until he woke but the guilt, as well as the presence of Dee, had kept her in the background. She quietly rolled off her bunk and set off toward sick bay.

She sunk slowly into the chair by his bed, taking in his pale face and chest. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, moving in time with the beep of the monitor.

“You can touch him, you know,” said one of the nurses from behind her. “He got a nice dose of morpha so he’ll be out until morning.”

Kara gave a small nod of acknowledgement before turning back to Lee. She tentatively reached a hand out to brush the skin of his palm. It was warm, and when he didn’t stir, she took his hand gently in hers and closed her eyes. It was her cure. The unwanted images were gone and it was just blackness and the feel of his hand in hers. Strong, warm, and pulsing with life.

She didn’t realize she was crying again until she felt her own tears splash onto their joined hands. She took a deep breath and sat there awhile longer, letting the comfort of his presence wash over her. Finally she reached her other hand out to smooth down his hair and leaned in to his ear.

“I’m sorry, Lee. I’m so sorry” she whispered.

She allowed herself to squeeze his hand lightly once more and then left to head back to her bunk for a few hours of sleep. Lee was okay, and she would be okay.

Re: Touch

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

Aw, Poor broken, overly responsible Kara. Just needs to give herself a break.