DPP: First Date Friday

[coffeesuperhero.livejournal.com]

So, it turns out that The Powers That Be lost an arm-wrestling contest to the Shipper Nation, and Kara and Lee are going on their very first date!






As you can see, they're pretty excited. And they should be! Because YOU get to plan this event! That's right. This is your show! You can put them wherever you like-- they can be in the BSG 'verse, our universe, heck, you can put them in Casablanca and give Lee an awesome hat. THE SKY IS THE LIMIT, FOLKS.

So... Where are they going? How did they get there? Where are they staying? What are they wearing? Did they go to a movie? Did they go the firing range? Did they go to a fancy restaurant? Did they eat cheap fast food in the park? Did they cook for each other? Was there even any time for dinner? ;)

BE SAPPY, BE SMUTTY, BE SHIPPERS. ♥ Can't wait to see what you guys come up with!!!

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Part II

[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

The Raptor touched down on Cloud Nine and Kara was handed a small envelope by the deck attendant the moment she disembarked. She turned it over, telling herself she wasn't checking for booby traps, and smiled when she saw her name handwritten on it in Lee's neat penmanship. Inside was a hotel room key and note, also in Lee's hand.

~~~
Kara,

Drop your bag in the room and meet me in the bar in your civvies. Stow your dogtags. We're incognito tonight.

-L
~~~

The room was luxurious compared to her bunk on the Bucket. After taking a moment to sprawl out on the bed, bouncing just to feel actual bed springs give beneath her, she grabbed her change of clothes and put herself together as best she could without making too much of a fuss. She sincerely doubted she'd been called here on Colonial Fleet business, but the last thing she wanted was to be wrong and turn up at the bar all made up for him. She pulled on a simple black tee with a deep V that left just enough to the imagination and a short black skirt that hugged her hips. The combat boots were a matter of comfort.

The bar was nowhere near as busy as she'd feared and she spotted Lee quickly, sitting by himself at a table in the far corner from the door. As she approached, he rose, ever the gentleman, and pulled her chair out for her. She smiled, blushing slightly, and took in his choice of civilian dress.

His shirt was freshly pressed, burgundy, and open two buttons down. The jeans he wore were dark and fitted. He was staring at her, openly appreciative, and her stomach flipped as she took her seat and her arm brushed his fingers on the back of the chair.

He leaned down behind her as he pushed her chair in, his lips against her ear, and breathed, "You make me want to skip dinner."

The blush crept up her neck and cheeks, warming her ears. Before she could come up with a snappy comeback, the server was at the table handing her a menu and asking for her drink order.

Lee spoke for them, "A bottle of Picon Fire Whiskey and 2 glasses, please."

Once they were alone again, Kara put the menu down on the table and looked at Lee, narrowing her eyes at him. "There is no recon mission, then?"

[TBC]

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[scifishipper.livejournal.com]

THE RED SHIRT OF HOTNESS!! OMG. That is one lucky frakking girl. And it's crazy that I love the idea of the two of them in an actual bed. Who'd have thunk it???

more more more...

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[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

It's the simple things in life, like bed springs, that really make an evening.

I love me some red shirt of hotness!

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[rdave1.livejournal.com]

Come on Kara, you know this isn't an "official" mission.:D