Game Day! Truth or Dare

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Welcome to Tuesday! If you didn’t have a chance to check it out, yesterday we came up with a bunch of new ficlets about pilots that you should go read.

Today, a game!





Rules:
1. If you want to play, say “Truth” or “Dare” below in the comments.

2. If you choose truth, someone gets to ask you a BSG-related question about yourself (e.g. How would you feel if in Daybreak we found out Kara and Lee were secretly married that whole time?).

3. If you choose dare, someone will give you a writing prompt (e.g. Secret marriage).

4. I’m not sure what choosing “Double Dog Dare” will get you, but I think you might have to write something R-rated. Just because I’m pretty sure that’s what Kara thinks it means.

You can put your name in for truth AND dare if you want, and accept more than one question/prompt.

Please leave questions/prompts for other players!

Here goes...

Comments

Sweaty, rated R

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He goes down hard on the mats, the wind knocked out of him. Above him Kara pants, smiling faintly, poised for another attack. Her skin is slick with sweat and she shoves her hair out of her eyes. Lee kicks her feet out from under her.

For two weeks they’ve been doing this, ever since the dance. They need to touch each other, need to be skin to skin and sweating and moaning. Sparring is the closest they can get to what they really want.

Kara’s down now, and he twists on top of her, pinning her to the mat as he straddles her, his hands snatching at her wrists and holding them down. She looks up at him, blinking, then her gaze flickers down to his cock. Her tongue flickers over her lips and he hardens instantly.

“Kara,” Lee growls.

She smirks. “Complicated enough for you, Lee?”

He loosens his grip and she flips him over, straddles him instead. The sparring is over, though; Kara grinds down against him, earning a moan he can’t contain. His hand drops between her legs, earns a gasp in turn.

The hatch clangs open and they leap apart.

“You two done working up a sweat?” Adama asks, reaching for a pair of boxing gloves. “Saul and I were going to--”

“Yeah,” Kara barks. “We’re heading out.”

Lee follows her toward the head. It turns out this is nowhere near complicated enough.

Re: Sweaty, rated R

[kdbleu.livejournal.com]

I don't see what's so complicated. ;) Silly, kids.

Re: Sweaty, rated R

[embolalia.livejournal.com]

Well they *are* both married :( But they are pretty silly about it.

Re: Sweaty, rated R

[word-vomity.livejournal.com]

Oh I like that they kept trying to box it out for a few weeks after. Until they realized that would never be enough. Hawt! <3

Re: Sweaty, rated R

[rdave1.livejournal.com]

There is nothing complicated between them, they just think there is.:)