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O CLAIRA MY CLAIRA
Let it never be said I do not hold up my end of a bargain!
“Nervous insomniac,” she said, her eyes still locked with his.
“Me too.”
“I know.”
The silence stretched out for a few more agonising seconds before Starbuck muttered something vaguely profane under her breath and took three determined strides forward to trap Apollo against the wall.
“Kara,” he began, unsteady.
“Shut up,” she breathed. “Just shut the frak up, Lee, and this might be all right.”
“What about you?” But his hands lifted, wavered, slid around to rest on the bare skin at the small of her back.
“Me?” She snorted down a sudden burst of laughter that barely skated the edges of hysteria. “Remember me, Lee? I’m a frak-up. If I don’t stop talking in the next ten seconds I’m going to say something totally stupid and ruin everything and –”
Lee kissed her, covering her half-open mouth with his own and biting gently at her lower lip until she was silent. Her eyes fell closed.
“Oh,” she said, very quietly.
Lee looked as though he might be about to say something, but instead he smoothed back the hair from her forehead with his thumb. A faint smile appeared on Kara’s face, but she didn’t move. She didn’t move as his thumb brushed down the side of her face, and she didn’t move as he dropped slow, careful kisses on her temple and cheek and jawline, and she didn’t move as his fingertips trailed down her bare arms.
“Ruined?”
Kara’s eyes snapped open just as Lee’s fingers closed around her wrists, and in that instant the atmosphere in the room changed as surely as if a switch had been flicked.
“Devastated,” she said hoarsely, but the end of the word was lost as Lee tensed his arms and pulled her around, taking two quick circling steps to press her against the wall in turn. The instant he released her arms she made a low hissing sound and fumbled at his shoulders, her grasp slipping and then tightening abruptly as he slipped his hands around to lift her bodily off the ground. Kara gasped with the change in balance and locked her legs around his waist.
“Frak,” she said, breathing hard, her hands sliding down to splay out on his bare chest.
“That’s the idea, Lieutenant,” and Lee lifted his head to that her sudden pleased laugh hummed and faded against his lips, her mouth opening immediately as he hitched her higher. Kara’s palms skimmed his shoulders, his neck, and she couldn’t quite seem to stop laughing into the kiss. Eventually the angle became too much and she tilted her head back instead, tugging at Lee’s hair as his mouth explored her neck.
“Down,” Lee said eventually, loosening his grip and forcing her to find footing on the ground again.
“Weakling,” she shot at him, grinning through her reddened lips.
“Heavy.”
“Oh, really.”
Lee ducked the punch and used her recovery time to slip an arm around her waist and pull her tightly against him, the fingertips of his other hand just brushing the line of her stomach where it met the material of her bra.
“Frak, Lee!” Kara twisted, laughed, lifted her arms, and there was just enough time to see her bra jerking upwards before the two pilots stumbled out of the view of the camera.
There was a long, awed pause.
“Holy shit,” said Simon.
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I don't know. The things I do for you lot. MY LIFE IS SO HARD.
*martyrs*
6500 WORDS WHAT WHY HOW
“Nervous insomniac,” she said, her eyes still locked with his.
“Me too.”
“I know.”
The silence stretched out for a few more agonising seconds before Starbuck muttered something vaguely profane under her breath and took three determined strides forward to trap Apollo against the wall.
“Kara,” he began, unsteady.
“Shut up,” she breathed. “Just shut the frak up, Lee, and this might be all right.”
“What about you?” But his hands lifted, wavered, slid around to rest on the bare skin at the small of her back.
“Me?” She snorted down a sudden burst of laughter that barely skated the edges of hysteria. “Remember me, Lee? I’m a frak-up. If I don’t stop talking in the next ten seconds I’m going to say something totally stupid and ruin everything and –”
Lee kissed her, covering her half-open mouth with his own and biting gently at her lower lip until she was silent. Her eyes fell closed.
“Oh,” she said, very quietly.
Lee looked as though he might be about to say something, but instead he smoothed back the hair from her forehead with his thumb. A faint smile appeared on Kara’s face, but she didn’t move. She didn’t move as his thumb brushed down the side of her face, and she didn’t move as he dropped slow, careful kisses on her temple and cheek and jawline, and she didn’t move as his fingertips trailed down her bare arms.
“Ruined?”
Kara’s eyes snapped open just as Lee’s fingers closed around her wrists, and in that instant the atmosphere in the room changed as surely as if a switch had been flicked.
“Devastated,” she said hoarsely, but the end of the word was lost as Lee tensed his arms and pulled her around, taking two quick circling steps to press her against the wall in turn. The instant he released her arms she made a low hissing sound and fumbled at his shoulders, her grasp slipping and then tightening abruptly as he slipped his hands around to lift her bodily off the ground. Kara gasped with the change in balance and locked her legs around his waist.
“Frak,” she said, breathing hard, her hands sliding down to splay out on his bare chest.
“That’s the idea, Lieutenant,” and Lee lifted his head to that her sudden pleased laugh hummed and faded against his lips, her mouth opening immediately as he hitched her higher. Kara’s palms skimmed his shoulders, his neck, and she couldn’t quite seem to stop laughing into the kiss. Eventually the angle became too much and she tilted her head back instead, tugging at Lee’s hair as his mouth explored her neck.
“Down,” Lee said eventually, loosening his grip and forcing her to find footing on the ground again.
“Weakling,” she shot at him, grinning through her reddened lips.
“Heavy.”
“Oh, really.”
Lee ducked the punch and used her recovery time to slip an arm around her waist and pull her tightly against him, the fingertips of his other hand just brushing the line of her stomach where it met the material of her bra.
“Frak, Lee!” Kara twisted, laughed, lifted her arms, and there was just enough time to see her bra jerking upwards before the two pilots stumbled out of the view of the camera.
There was a long, awed pause.
“Holy shit,” said Simon.
~
I don't know. The things I do for you lot. MY LIFE IS SO HARD.
*martyrs*
6500 WORDS WHAT WHY HOW
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Oh pilots, I miss you so.
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*flops onto you*
Almost done. Almost done. Hurrah.
THERE SHOULD BE MORE (PILOT)KISSING. Claira and I are holding up the team. More contributers needed!
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I had to go watch that Scar scene again after reading this. SUCH AN INCONVENIENCE, I TELL YOU. Perhaps someday I will contribute to the (pilot)kissing, assuming I still remember how to write fic. Do you know the only thing I've written in the past, like, three months was a Stealth ficlet? That is damn sad, my friend. Damn sad.
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I am taking advantage of my two-week break to write lots and make another fanvid. Hopefully.
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Mwahahaha.
I've been Photoshopping just as much as ever, but the writing has definitely suffered in 2006. Maybe once finals are done I'll have more time and/or inspiration, as now I have neither. But apparently I always have time to commentspam!
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When are finals?
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I DISTRACT YOU WITH THE ONE TRUE AWKWARDSHIP! *icons*
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So adorable.
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SDKDHfjhkdfksf
<333333333
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new fahye fic.... wheeeeee!
glad you're on holiday and back with the bsg my dear...
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It's part of a longer fic which is, um, not exactly serious. And yet serious pilotkissing results! I am predictable.
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*dances*
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I counter with: STARBUCK'S ARM. The war, it is on.
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She lifted her eyes to his then, and something hovered in them, behind the pain and the confusion, and he blinked, and in that moment she managed to get her hands tangled in his jacket.
There was the tiniest moment of hesitation before she leant forward the extra inch and pressed her lips against his. It was chaste, almost gentle for a beat and then he tilted his head slightly and nipped at her bottom lip. He heard the breath catch in her throat before her mouth opened under his, and she tried to pull him even closer.
He could almost taste the desperation and tears in her kiss and he could feel her body trembling. Everything about their position was awkward; he could barely move his head and she was pulling him so tight against the bars that his shoulders were aching.
He didn’t care.
She pulled away abruptly, and stared at him with wide eyes. After a second, a burble of almost hysterical laughter echoed in the silence of the room, and she tried to scramble away.
“See what I mean?” she said. “I always frak everything up.”
His touch on her wrists was light but insistent, and slowly but surely, he drew her back against him.
“What have you frakked up?” he asked lightly, letting go of one of her hand and brushing her hair out of her eyes, before dipping his head and kissing her again, this time softer, tilting her head with the fingertips of one hand until she relaxed, melted into him.
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*draws big embarrassing hearts all over it*
J'ADORE INDEED.
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Also, clearly we need to MAKE AN APPOINTMENT.
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CLEARLY. Um. I am free for the next 20 hours or so, and sleep can be wrangled around whatever is needed.
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And there is Kassandra. But I was going to work. But, Kassandra, whom I never get to play with much. *eyes*
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Also, hahahaha CYMON SO LOVES BENEVOLENT SIBLING THE MOST.