DPP: Sweet Treats

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It's been a great week at the DPPs so far! Yesterday's wonderful kissing meme yielded an exciting 6 new fics! So check those out if you missed them.

The fun is hardly over though. We have all weekend, and with All Hallow's Eve nearly upon us, I thought we could indulge in one last weekend-long meme of trick or treating:

    

Here's how it works:

1) You leave a comment in the thread below that contains a list of one-word (and one word only) prompts for fic. This is your bag (or pillowcase/plastic pumpkin candy holder, etc.) !

2) Kindly people of this comm will come along and fill your bag with treats! Treats are NEW drabbles, ficlets, icons, artwork, etc. based on the prompts...

BUT HERE'S WHERE THE TRICK COMES IN!  The treats you leave must fall into (at least) one of these distinct categories:

SWEET: emotional works with pilots being good to each other; the kind that make us go "awwwww"
GOOEY: mushy, sappy, super-fluffy works that make your teeth ache (porch swings, baby fics, bright shiny futures)
NUTTY: anything that contains some humor from bantery fun to out-and-out crack
CHEWY: angsty and complicated, because that's how pilots often roll
CREAMY: explicit sexytimes fic (this one really needs no further explanation, does it?)  

BONUS TRICKSY BUSINESS: If you manage to work actual food/sweet consumption into your treat, you get bonus points. (If it's edible underwear, whipped cream on naked bodies, or some other sexytimes with food stuffs, SUPER DUPER BONUS POINTS FOR YOU, GLEN COCO.)

THE MEME WILL END AT MIDNIGHT ON SUNDAY OCTOBER 30th  MONDAY, OCTOBER 31ST. After it's all over, whoever hit the motherload and got every category filled in their bag, will win a prize to be determined later. So get those bags open, and make those prompts great, so you can win!

A SMALL ADDENDUM TO THE RULES: To be fair to those creating new items, no points will be given for things that already exist like caps, old icons or recs to old fic you have written. You can still post those things to make people happy, but points will only be given for NEW TREATS. 

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Trick or Treat!

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Viper
Naked
Cherry
Last
Book
Happy
After
Sing

Viper (Sweet)

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About Time, Part 1 (naked) -- A morsel of CREAMY goodness for you!

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They're on jump 200 and something. Kara lost track somewhere in the mid-hundreds. Her eyes are already half-closed as she shuffles into the head. She stopped by the mess right after shift, and now she has a blessed 15 minutes before she has to be on deck. Just enough time for a shower and maybe, if she's lucky, even a couple minutes of shuteye.

She pulls off her clothes by rote, brain still reeling with gunfire and flying patterns and tactical moves, and steps into the shower block.

Kara freezes, eyes shooting wide open for the first time in two days.

Standing under the nearest faucet, hands on the wall, head bowed under the spray is Lee Adama. Water sluices down his back, between his shoulder blades, over pale skin and bulging muscles, every inch proving that life can indeed imitate art and the CAG's callsign was no joke.

Naked bodies are generally about as interesting as the bulkheads on a battlestar. Kara never stares, didn't even when she was rook.

But this is Lee. And she's wondered for far too long to stop staring now.

Her eyes track down, following water droplets sliding over sculpted ass and powerful thighs and Kara sends a tiny silent prayer up to the Lords of Kobol that he will turn around.

The gods love her.

He turns.

His eyes are still shut, thank God, head tipped back under the stream. Heat rises, curling up from his skin and Kara stares unabashedly, her gaze feasting on the broad chest, following the smattering of dark hair that winds down over taut abs, pointing like an arrow. Dimly some sort of lame joke about the Arrow of Apollo registers in her brain, but Kara's attention couldn't be diverted now if a raider flew directly into the head with them.

She swallows, and her eyes slide lower. Kara takes a breath, nostrils flaring. He's big, bigger than she imagined, even now, soft, and a rush of desire sweeps through her.

Luckily, there's no one else in the shower block to see the drool that literally slides out of the corner of her mouth.

Kara swipes at her mouth and looks around to be sure. Yup, they're alone. She calculates quickly in her head. If they're quick about it...

She slips over to him, reaches out and lays her hand flat on his chest. Lee jumps, head rising and eyes going wide just as Kara pushes, shoving him back against the wall.

"Kara, what the hell are you--" he's cut off, by her mouth closing over his and her hand encircling his cock. Lee is immobile for five seconds, ten at the most, before his hands are on her waist, his lips stretching under hers. Kara plunges in, tongue sliding and rubbing in time with her hand as she strokes him, her fist squeezing root to tip, as he stiffens and grows against her palm.

His hands slide down kneading her breasts, calloused fingers rolling her nipples, tugging just roughly enough to make her thighs clench. Kara can't wait anymore, she presses closer, her hips flush to his, hand fumbling to press him between her legs.

Lee groans into her mouth, then pulls back, gasping, his hands squeezing her rips and holding her away from him. "Wait, Gods, Kara, we..." he's panting, eyes desperate, "we can't do this."

"Yes, we can," she hisses. "If we're quiet." And covers his mouth again with her own.

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Rapture
Fierce
Almost
Duplicity

Double Trouble (duplicity)--a Nutty ficlet for you!

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Lee looked from one blonde to the other, fury and betrayal enraging him. All this time, she'd lied to him.

"You're a cylon, Kara?!"

His gun swung unsteadily between them, unsure whether to focus on the one in tanks and boots or the one in the blue dress that had about stopped his heart last night at the dance. Running this mission to the basestar to leave the transponder was supposed to be simple. Get in, get out. Then they walked out of the darkness.

Shock buffets him in another wave as he stares at the pale skin, the wide mouth, those sparkling eyes. He wants to believe that it's a terrible prank, some sort of trick or disguise. But they're identical down to the little beauty mark low on the right side of Kara's neck. No, it's neck. It's not human.

"How could you do this?" his voice breaks. "How could you betray us?"

"It's okay, Lee. Don't freak out." That's the one in tanks.

"This? Is a once in a lifetime opportunity?" The one in the dress smiles at him, full lips tilting with mischief the way he knows so well, the way he sees in his dreams most nights.

They move closer, coming towards him, and Lee stumbles back. "No, no," he murmurs urgently. He doesn't want them to come any closer...because he can already feel his resolve weakening.

His back hits something warm and solid, and then there are arms wrapping around his waist and squeezing him, and lips against his neck, nibbling on his earlobe, whispering "You just don't get it, Apollo. C'mon, think it through. That's what you do best, right?" He twists belatedly in her embrace. This Kara wears that aqua tshirt with the plunging neckline he couldn't stop staring down that first night he met her. Lee just stares and stares, overwhelmed, confused.

She smiles at him, reaches up and cups his face in her hands and kisses him. Her mouth is demanding, hungry, and helplessly, his lips part under hers. Years of longing and wanting and pent-up desire rush out on mingled breaths and swallowed gasps as they press desperately together again and again. She claims Lee's surrender with the sinuous twist of her tongue twining with his.

His gun falls to the basestar floor with a dull thud.

"We love you, Lee," her voice echoes in his ears. "We were made for you. Stay with us."

Then hands are on his waist, slipping inside his flight suit, running through his hair. Lips are on his throat and the nape of his neck. He twists away
from Kara's mouth, and another presses to his, the same taste tingling on his tongue, the same familiar scent of cigars and vanilla filling his senses. Hands pull his clothes away, limbs snake over him. He's surrounded, drowning in sensation. Kara, Kara, his brain cries, his lips following.

Dimly, Lee is aware that he will probably die here, that this will lead to no good end. But then again, he's long known that Kara Thrace would be the death of him someday.

He falls to the ground, multiple copies of the woman of his dreams caressing, stroking, straddling him, and all Lee can think is that ther's no other way he'd rather go.

Almost (Chewy)

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Lee felt as if he was in a tail spin, pulled in by a gravity well. He didn't know what to do. Kara and Zak were joking around after they'd said it, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And he couldn't breathe.

He pushed back from the table, the legs of the chair scraping loudly before he knocked it over and quickly set it upright. They were staring at him now.

"Lee?" Kara said, that same tone in her voice that clearly said "what the frak is wrong with you and what can I do about it?"

He breathed out, trying to collect himself. "I... I'm sorry," he finally said. He could feel his lip trembling. He was drowning. "Let me clear the table." He grabbed his plate and an empty tureen and headed for the kitchen. He was glad for the first time that night that they were at Zak's. At least he could melt down behind closed doors.

He dumped the dishes in the sink and leaned heavily against the counter. He closed his eyes, willing the tears not the fall. His mind was racing, desperately trying to find away out of this.

"Lee?" It was her again. Damn her. She had a hand on his shoulder and she was pressed against him--no doubt thinking her presence would give him comfort, would help ease whatever troubled his mind. It tortured him. "What's wrong?"

He made a pained noise that he had intended to be a word. It didn't make it.

"Come on, Adama. You can tell me. We're pals." She tapped him on the arm twice with her knuckles before she hoisted herself onto the counter with a twirl. She sat there, waiting. Gods...

"You can't marry him, Kara."

"Excuse me?"

"Kara, you can't."

"You might want to explain yourself before you get a face full of fist."

But when he stole her gaze, when he locked his eyes with hers she knew. She knew why he was upset. And she knew that if this went on any longer, she'd never be able to go through with it. So she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and turned her head away. With a quirk of her eyebrow he knew that he didn't have to say the words.

This was too much. This was all wrong. It had been since the start--since the second they'd laid eyes on each other. He leaned into her, his breath hot on her cheek. He pressed his forehead against hers.

"Please, don't do this, Lee." Her voice was desperate. He opened his eyes to find a solitary tear trailing down her face.

He almost didn't give a damn. He almost was to the point where he just wanted to grab her waist and pull her to him, kiss her breathless, kiss her senseless, and honor and loyalty and being a girlfriend stealer be damned. He was so close to the point of frakking her right here on the kitchen counter. And all of it be damned. He almost could throw everything to the wind and ask her to marry him--him--Lee Adama, not his brother. And the thought of it terrified him in fifty-thousand different ways.

Almost....

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Candy Corn
Exceptional
Ballgown
Fishnets
Unkind
Scissors
Quiet

Unkind (Chewy)

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You Can't Take it Back (Scissors) - A bit of GOOEY fluff for you!

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His hand shakes as he takes the scissors from the doctor.

Lee pauses, looks at Kara, her face still red from 10 hours of labor, but smiling, as she looks down at their daughter.

Their daughter.

Gods. All those years ago, he never could have imagined this. That someday they'd be here. On earth. Together. With this, this living, breathing, perfect proof of their love.

The baby squirms against Kara's chest, it's small pink mouth opening wide and the loudest scream booming from that tiny pair of lungs.

"Hey Apollo, I think that's your cue," Kara smirks, even as she rocks the baby, her hand lifting to smooth the wisps of dark hair on her pink scalp. "Someone's hungry."

He stirs, cutting the thick cord carefully where the doctor tells him to. The nurse smiles and helps Kara adjust the small bundle, showing her how to encourage the baby to latch on.

She winces a little, but the look in her eyes, as she feeds their child...he'll never forget it. After a moment, she glances up at him, her eyebrows raising. "I can practically hear those wheels turning up there, Lee. You know it's too late for second thoughts, right?" Kara's smile is confident though, doubtless. "'Cause I'm pretty sure there's no takebacks."

He bends to kiss her, strokes their daughter's cheek and thanks the gods he doesn't believe in for that.

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coffee
crutches
bunk
silence
Earth
photograph
ring
embarrassed
gravity
memories
prank
hug

Photograph (Chewy)

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Category: Sweet Prompt: Coffee

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Kara looked exhausted. She had flown a double CAP due to a flu going around that had taken out a few of their pilots. Of course Kara was too hard headed to ever get the flu herself, but even she couldn't resist the effects of no sleep.

Lee had found her slumped over a table in the break room still in her flight suit. It looked like she was on her way back to her bunk and just couldn't make it any farther before falling asleep. Checking the clock, Lee realized he only had 10 minutes before he was supposed to be flying CAP. He looked once more at the tired lines and dark circles around Kara's eyes and set to work.

He placed the steaming mug of coffee and the almost fresh muffin he had managed to scrounge up from Hot Dog, after threatening all the nuggets with bodily harm and double CAP's if they didn't hand over their goods, in front of Kara. He watched her stir and open her eyes sleepily.

As her eyes took in the coffee and muffin, her face broke out into a look of surprise. When her eyes landed on him, the surprise turned into a full fledged grin.

"Thought you could use it after last night," he said before glancing at the clock again and realizing he was late. At that moment the loudspeaker blared a message for Apollo to report to the flight deck.

"I'm late for CAP" he said hastily as he turned to rush out the door. He had almost made it to the door when she spoke.

"Thanks for the coffee Lee" she said, rewarding him with another gorgeous smile.

"Anytime" he replied. That smile was definitely worth being late for.

They Say Confession's Good for the Soul, Part One (crutches) -- A SWEET snippet for you!

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Lee's head is filled with numbers, columns of numbers, as he slips into the enlisted head just past 0200. The President has been on his back ever since he diverted the CAP to search for Kara on that moon, asking for tylium stock analyses nearly every day. The extra paperwork adds hours to his already long days, and he's mid-yawn, eyes half shut, when he stumbles over something on the floor and bangs his knee hard on the sink.

"Frak!" he swears and clutches his knee, as he looks down to see the offending item that tripped him. Kara's crutches are lying there, like she just tossed them on the floor.

"Damnit Kara!" he yells, frustrated. She's been leaving the frakking things everywhere, too stubborn to use them half the time she leaves the bunkroom.

"You screamed, Sir," she says, drily, limping out of one of the stalls. Her eyes widen as she looks down at his knee, which is already red and swelling. "Nice one, Apollo. You better watch out," she smirks, "or you might have to get a pair of those yourself."

He fumes, and turns to face her. "Well, if you'd stop leaving them all over the godsdamn place, I wouldn't have to! You know, your knee is never gonna frakkin' heal if you refuse to use the damn crutches, Kara! Cottle said you can't fly until it's strong enough to press six Gs."

She actually rolls her eyes at him, and turns away to the sink to wash her hands. "Yeah, thanks Lee," she grits out, sounding anything but grateful. "I know what Cottle frakking said alright? And I am working out and I'm getting stronger every godsdamn day. So just mind your frakking business!"

His temper piques. This is the thanks he gets for trying to be Kara's friend. Lee is so frakking sick of her shutting him down every single time he tries to help. He reaches out and grabs her arm, fingers gripping hard around her bicep and Kara flinches. He ignores it.

"This is my business, Kara. Because I'm the CAG and you're my lead pilot, and you are still walking around here, like you are frakking invincible!" He's yelling now, the words tumbling out even though it's not what he intended to say at all. "Do you even know how close you came to dying on that frakking moon? We went through 40% of the fleet's fuel reserves and we still couldn't find you!" Her eyes widen, but he's not done. "So if I have to make it a godsdamn order, Kara, then I will. Use the frakking crutches! Every time!"

She's staring at him, wide-eyed, and he thinks for a split-second that he even sees fear on her face. But then Kara looks away from him, her head shaking slightly. "I just don't like the damn things, alright?" She says, though her tone is softer now. Kara tries to pull her arm out of his grasp but he doesn't let go. "My Gods, Lee. What are you, my frakking mother?"

With a cry she yanks her arm free, and Lee freezes, because he knows what her mother did, what she was like, and Kara's skin is red and bruised where he was holding her arm.

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vampire teeth
apple
razor blade
fake fingernails
socks
pyramid ball
lacy underwear
cigars

Category: Gooey Prompt: Pyramid Ball

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Kara can't help but laugh as she watches Lee trying to explain the rules of pyramid to two rowdy five year olds. The little dark haired boy tries to grab at the pyramid ball, while his fair haired sister swats him.

"Pay attention Will!" the girl exclaimed. "I want to learn to play!"

"I'm gonna beat you anyway Karalyn" her brother responded.

"That's enough, both of you! Now the object is to get the ball in here" Lee said pointing to the makeshift pyramid goals he and Kara had set up.

"Okay Dad we got it. Let's play!" Will said grabbing the ball from his dad. He lost it quickly to his sister who had definitely inherited her mother's tough and competitive nature.

As she watched Lee and their children play, Kara couldn't help but remember the drunken conversation she had had with Lee all those years ago on Galatica about wives, kids, and porch swings. That night held some really good memories, as well as some she'd rather forget. They had almost come together that night, and occasionally she wonders how things might have been different if they had.

She shakes her head to dismiss the thought. They might not have Will and Karalyn if anything had gone differently. Sure it had been a long and painful road, but it was so worth it.

"What are you thinking about?" Lee's voice brought her back from her thoughts. She turned to see him sitting next to her on the steps watching their children play.

"I was thinking all that is missing is the porch swing" she said laughing. Lee looked confused for a moment before his face lit up with recognition and he joined her in laughing.

"How about we skip the porch swing and make a full size pyramid court in the backyard?" he asked.

"Deal! I mean, can you see me with a porch swing?"

They continued to banter back and forth while their kids ran around the yard with the pyramid ball. It had really all worked out well in the end.

The Badge of His Failures (pyramid ball) -- A bite with a CHEWY center for you!

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Every time he walks into the bunkroom his eyes are drawn to it, like a frakking magnet. The pyramid ball has been taunting him ever since the night before Kara took down Scar, when they'd almost...

Lee blinks away the image of her face, as she'd leaned over and kissed him in the rec room. Blinks away the feel of her skin, smooth under his hands. Blinks away the memory of her body stretched under his on the table, her lips red and swollen from his kisses.

Blinks away the echo of her words...

There is no us! There is nothing here, do you get that?

I am hung up on a dead guy!

Lee can still hear the anguish, the broken defeat in her voice, when she'd choked out the words Sammy's dead.

He scowls. She may have said that, but clearly she doesn't believe it. Kara's been appealing to his father and the President for weeks now to clear a rescue mission back to Caprica. Just an hour ago, Laura had asked him what he thought of Kara's plan, and Lee had argued passionately against it, citing the exorbitant number of jumps it would take, the riskiness it would require, the waste of fuel it would be for the number of survivors that would probably be left by the time they got back there. The President had only smiled enigmatically when he was finished, and thanked him for his thoughts.

He turns forcibly away from her bunk, jerks his dress blues off and slips on tanks and shorts. Lee grabs his gloves and mouthpiece, slings them into his gym bag, then slams his locker shut. He's tense, and blowing a little speed off with the heavy bag is just what he needs.

But he has to pass her rack again on the way out and there the pyramid ball sits, taunting him like a visible badge of his failures. Of course she chooses a frakking pyramid star stuck light years away over him. When has he ever come first with Kara?

Tension surges through his body and suddenly he changes direction, stalks over to her bunk and grabs the ball. He shoves it into his bag before he can re-think it, and stalks out of the hatch. On the way to the gym, he makes a detour.

Five minutes later, he presses the button for the airlock and smiles grimly, as a small round ball gets swallowed by the darkness of space.

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sheets
chocolate
leaves
pumpkin
moon
want
fire
smile

A Fine Mess (chocolate) -- CREAMY-ish goodness for you!

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It's the first day of summer solstice on Caprica, yet it's already so hot out that Lee's vanilla ice cream cone is threatening to turn into a puddle. He licks quickly and carefully, holding it away from his body to avoid the mess.

Next to him, Kara's ignoring her chocolate cone, letting it drip all over her hand while she rails about the ridiculousness of his choice in flavors. "....I'm just saying, the sign says 31 flavors! You could have gotten something like chocolate mint fudge ripple, but what do you pick? Vanilla. Boring vanilla. Gods, that is so like you, LELAND."

He rolls his eyes as she talks, and just focuses on his cone, polishing off the soggy confection and wishing he had grabbed an extra napkin. "I don't like chocolate," he says when she pauses for a breath.

Kara stops in the middle of the sidewalk at this news, staring at him with wide eyes. "What?! Who doesn't like chocolate?!"

"Uh, me."

She narrows her eyes at him. "Maybe you're like...I don't know, a cylon or something. It's unCaprican not to like chocolate, Lee. It's- it's inhuman!"

She punctuates this last statement with a wave of her hand and suddenly, Lee is wearing Kara's ice cream cone. He looks down in dismay as chocolate ice cream slides from his collarbone to his sternum, before dropping to the ground.

"KARA!" He yells, but she's already cackling, her head thrown back, and shoulders shaking. "I can't believe this! We don't even have any napkins!"

She actually rolls her eyes at him. "Oh my gods, you are such a priss, Lee Adama." Then she gets a gleam in her eye. "Come'ere, alright, I'll fix it."

"Just- just forget it," he says, not liking the look on her face. For as long as he's known Kara Thrace--two years, since he transferred to Caprica High and she kicked his ass in a game of pyramid that broke the school's record for high scores--that look has always meant danger. She's his best friend, and he'd probably give her the shirt off his back if she asked, but she attracts trouble like there's a magnet shoved up her ass. "I'm gonna head home to change."

Her lips curve into a pout immediately, and even though his house is three blocks in the other direction, Lee doesn't turn away. He finds he can't, his eyes pinned to the way her lips purse, the fuller bottom one sporting a chocolate smear from the cone she was eating. Lee flushes immediately, feeling sweat form on his brow. Damn weather, he tells himself.

"I said I'd fix it," Kara insists, stepping close to him and grabbing his shoulders. Her lips twist again into a smirk--and Gods, why can't he stop staring at her mouth?--and then she's darting forward, ducking her head under his neck, pressing that mouth to his collarbone. His brain shorts out, because Kara is sucking on his skin, the heat of her mouth replacing the chill of the ice cream, and his knees nearly buckle. Lee's hands lift, directionless for a second, and then they land on her hips, bracing and gripping for balance.

He should tell her to stop. They're on a public street for Gods' sakes, and passersby keep shooting them these curious glances. It probably doesn't help that Kara is making all this...noise, wet, smacking sounds that are shooting straight to his dick. Lee swallows hard; there's no way in hell he's telling her to stop. His eyes tilt down, watching as she slides her mouth lower, licking up the ice cream rivulets all the way to the edge of his pyramid uniform tank, and by the time she finally leans back with one last smack, he's totally witless.

Kara grins into his face, crinkles her nose in this way she has sometimes when she's particularly proud of herself, and says, "There. All better."

Lee doesn't say anything, just stares at her, eyes wide, heart still pounding.

"What? Don't I get a thank you for cleaning up my mess, Lee?" She's smirking again.

"Thanks, Kara," he breathes, in a daze.

"No problem," she shrugs. "Least I could do, right?" Her hands are still resting on his shoulders and there's only a few inches between them, but she leans closer still, lowers her voice. "Good thing I didn't dump it in your lap, huh?"

And she winks.

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pet
toothbrush
firelight
invention
curiosity
entertainment
pillow

Firelight (Sweet)

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rayruz's bag

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(best kind of trick or treating ever, Tara!!!)
forever
treat
costume
lock
ghost
afterlife
orange
black
midnight

Orange (sweet)

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trick and treats

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puppy
shadow
paints
missing socks
clock or watch
poem
flowers

Flowers (Sweet)

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I think this scene at the door and him giving her flowers is sweet, so I'm putting it under that category (unless someone has a better idea for where it should go?)

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tears
feather
polish
Caprica
stars
novel
father

Lucky (father) -- A GOOEY bite for you!

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It's just her luck that the front door slams not five minutes after Kara gets Jacob to settle. Of course, her month-old son awakens with an ear-splitting cry. Kara pivots from where she was sneaking out the door, scoops him up, and curses her husband (silently) for the entire thirty seconds it takes him to come upstairs.

"Is he still awake?" Lee asks breathlessly, and her anger abates a little because she knows the prepwork for the Peterson trial has sent him home long past their son's bedtime for the past three nights. Still, she's not letting him off the hook that easily.

"Well, he wasn't, but he is now," she says a bit archly, as Lee presses a kiss to the side of her mouth and then ducks to place one on the baby's head. "I'll have you know it took me two hours of stories and lullabies and bouncing before he'd settle."

"Sorry, babe," Lee says sheepishly, squeezing an arm around her and pressing another kiss to her temple.

"Yeah, well you're just lucky I don't carry a gun anymore, Adama," she mutters, the sting taken out of her barb by the enormous yawn that interrupts it. It's been a hard week for her too. She's on her third week of maternity leave from the force and Kara misses when her days were full of easy stuff, like taking down perps and interrogating witnesses. Now, she's changing diapers and doing feedings and cajoling Jacob to please, please, please settle down for a nap. She loves her son like nobody's business, but she's still not sure she's cut out for this motherhood crap.

Lee lifts the baby out of her arms, and says, "Let me take him for a while, okay? You look beat. I think you need a nap more than he does." He bounces Jake, one hand rubbing circles on the baby's back and of course the kid shuts up immediately for Daddy. Kara frowns as Lee coos to their son, "You think Mommy needs a nap, Jake? Daddy does. She's wearing her scary face again."

Kara kicks his shin lightly as she pads by him and heads for the bedroom. She flops onto the bed, barely enough energy left to drag the comforter over her and tells herself she'll only nap for twenty minutes.

Two hours later, she wakes, blinking sleep away as her eyes fix on the red digits of the alarm clock on the nightstand. She's alone and Kara wonders if Lee could possibly still be in the nursery. With a tiny strum of satisfaction, she thinks, let's see how he likes having to do the whole bedtime tap dance routine.

She gets up and pads down the hall, slipping quietly into the nursery. Jake's asleep alright, but so is Lee. He's sitting in the overstuffed armchair in the corner, head tossed back, mouth open, snoring lightly. Their son is curled on his chest, his face slack, drool trickling out of his open mouth. With their matching dark caps of hair, Jacob is the miniature mirror image of his father.

Kara watches them, frustrations of the day swept away by a tidal wave of love for her boys, and wonders how she ever got this lucky.

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mirror
Comic book
Triad
shower
Aurora
lollipop
balloon

Aurora (Sweet)

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Mirror
Shampoo
Knife
Scar(s)
Dream
Doll
Kite

Category: Creamy-ish? Prompt: Shampoo

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Lee sighed as he sat staring at the pile of paperwork in front of him. It would take hours, even with Kara helping him out, if she decided to show up of course.

"About time," he said as she strolled in and joined him at the table.

"I decided to grab a shower first," she replied throwing him a glare.

"Good, you needed it," he said with a grin.

The grin was wiped quickly off his face as the heavenly scent of vanilla suddenly invaded his nostrils. As Starbuck moved her chair in closer to take a look at some of the papers he realized the smell was coming from her. Her hair smelled absolutely amazing.

"Lee! Did you hear me?"

He startled and looked at her blankly. Had she been talking? The smell of vanilla and Kara was just so intoxicating he couldn't concentrate on anything. His intrigue was quickly turning into desire as she shifted closer to him.

"Lee? Are you okay? You look drunk! Lee?"

In lieu of actually answering her, he ended up kissing her. Softly at first, letting the taste of her mingle with the vanilla in his senses, and when she didn't resist, he deepened the kiss. She matched him kiss for kiss, and before he knew it he had her pinned on the table beneath him. Paperwork be damned.

Clothes were shed faster than a viper launch and her leg hooking around him to press him closer was all the permission he needed as he slid into her. For as frantic as their pace had been thus far, now they stilled. Just for a moment, they were so fully connected to one another, gazes transfixed. Kara leaned up to kiss him softly and once again the scent of vanilla invaded his mind.

They found a good rhythm quickly, neither surprised at how well they fit and how great they worked. The warmth between them spread like fire through them both. Kara came with his name on her lips, and he followed quickly after her. They both laid there on the table still holding each other as they slowly came back to themselves. It was silent for a few minutes except for their heavy breathing. Kara spoke first.

"I should have won that bottle of vanilla shampoo at triad a long time ago."

They both laughed freely, and Lee turned to place a kiss on Kara's hair.

"I hope you didn't use it all at once!"

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dipstick
chocolate
knife
towel
tanks

Creamy? Chocolate

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“Where in the mother of frak did you get that?” She crows excitedly as he enters the barracks, chewing animatedly on a candy bar.

Suddenly fearful for his booty, he veers quickly to his rack. “Don't wory about it.” He manages to get out thickly through his chocolate filled mouth.

But she's on him in moments, reaching for the package, trying to rip it from his hand. “Gimmie!”

“Hey!” He exclaims, moving to dodge her in the tiny space, trying not to laugh peanuts onto his comforter. “Cu' it out.”

In an impressive show of strength he manages to wrestle his hand to his mouth and inhale the final bite of gooey chocolate and caramel before she's able to snatch it away.

“You selfish rat!” She squeaks indignantly as he tosses the empty wrapper to the ground and leans back onto the rack apparently very pleased with himself. “You think I won't go in there after it?”

Laughing as she moves to straddle his prone form, he reaches to hold her hands at bay. “Frak, I hope not. That's pretty damn desperate, Kara!”

Her attention freezes on his hands as they pary ineffectually with hers. There's still chocolate on his fingers, he realizes and he suddenly can't breathe anymore because she's lifting those fingers to her mouth and, oh holy frak, she sucking them clean. All thoughts desert him as he focuses on her mouth around his fingers, so wet and warm. Gods, she's moaning as her tongue cleans every traces of sweetness from him. Her eyes hold his as she finally releases his digits with a wet pop.

“Mmmmm.” She hums dreamily leaning down over him, her hands planted firmly on each side of his head. He feels his hands lift to her waist to steady her, his brain still foggy with the erotic image of her mouth around his flesh. “Gods, that was good. I haven't tasted chocolate in months.”

He can't speak. He tries but the Gods just laugh as he gurgles out an embarrassing string of, “Uhh...Ka...you...”

Smiling down at him with a Starbuck glint in her mischievous eyes, she leans closer. “Hey, you got some more” She whispers, just a breathe from his mouth, “Right here.”

Her mouth opens to work the crease of his lips. She kisses gently before sucking softly at the area, then licks a languid stripe along the skin, to be sure she'd got it all. “Mmm. Sweet.”

“Frak Kara.” He groans, his finger tips like vices on her waist now.

Giggling at his predicament, she seals their hips tightly together.

“That a gun in your pocket Lee or you just happy to see me?” She murmurs as she leans back towards his mouth, eager for more.

Embarrassed, he groans, “Uh no, it's a . . . actually it's another candy bar. I brought one for you too.”

Her smile lights the whole room.

“Thank the Gods!” She laughs, puling the curtain closed with a swish. “I was wondering why it felt so 'fun-sized'!”