heigh ho
*cracks knuckles*
By the end of this weekend I am going to know everything about disease. Just watch me.
No chatting. No RPing. No leisurely surfing of LJ. No going around Snap Cupping everyone (sorry!). That said, I will be checking my flist and email every couple of hours, so if you feel like brightening the day of an exceedingly stressed student...leave me something? Drabble. Icon. Quote. mp3. Silly link. Cheerful message about how I am not going to fail. That kind of thing.
Because crossing things off brings joy to my heart. Watch this space!
Introduction to epidemiology
Human impact on health and disease
Smallpox
Plague
Tuberculosis
Malaria
HIV/AIDS
Influenza
SARS
The health transition
Diabetes
Obesity
Reproductive health
Vascular diseases
Cancer
Tobacco
Asthma
By the end of this weekend I am going to know everything about disease. Just watch me.
No chatting. No RPing. No leisurely surfing of LJ. No going around Snap Cupping everyone (sorry!). That said, I will be checking my flist and email every couple of hours, so if you feel like brightening the day of an exceedingly stressed student...leave me something? Drabble. Icon. Quote. mp3. Silly link. Cheerful message about how I am not going to fail. That kind of thing.
Because crossing things off brings joy to my heart. Watch this space!
Human impact on health and disease
Smallpox
Plague
Tuberculosis
Malaria
HIV/AIDS
Influenza
SARS
The health transition
Diabetes
Obesity
Reproductive health
Vascular diseases
Cancer
Tobacco
Asthma
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*loves on you*
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Chase approves.
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Drunkenpilots, please!
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Angsty drunk pilots or giggly outmaking pilots?
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"And then there was that guy at the Enterprise. Remember that?"
“What?!”
It’s a rare occasion Lee is ever drunker than she is, and she’s taking full advantage of the fact. In this case, that means reciting all the things he did last time he was this intoxicated and she was sober enough to remember it.
“You did.”
“There is no way.”
She laughs, and glances along the deserted corridor. It’s very, very late. She has a strong suspicion Lee has no idea where he is.
“You did too. I’ll never forget it. Lee Adama making out with a boy.. Gods, if I’d had a camera - ”
“I did not!” he says, looking affronted. “There is no way I would kiss a guy, no matter how drunk I was.”
“If that’s what you think, Apollo,” she says cheerfully. “You kiss a lot of people when you’re wasted.”
“I’ve kissed two people.”
“At least seven.”
“That girl on Geminon – “
“Those girls on Geminon – “
He glares at her. “And the blonde from Picon. That’s all.”
“And the brunette after we graduated, and that pretty little thing on Tauran, and that older woman from Messina. Oh, and me.”
He laughs. “Now, see, I know you’re lying.”
“I am not!”
“I have never kissed you, Kara. I think I’d remember that.”
"Yes, you have. It was - " she wracks her brain for a second - "it was after Stingray's birthday. There was a bet.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
“So, yeah.” She scuffed one toe against the floor.
“You’re really serious?”
“You mean you really don’t remember?”
“No!”
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“For long?”
“For long enough,” she says, and feels a slight blush creep across her face.
“I don’t remember any of it,” he says, with a small amount of bewilderment in his voice. “How is that even possible?”
"You were hammered, Lee."
“Clearly.” He looks pissed off. "Why didn't you say something?"
She shrugs, smile fading, remembering the hangover and the bright sunlight and the ease in his smile as he professed to remember nothing after eleven.
"I didn't realise you'd forgotten," she says carefully, and concentrates very hard on the inch of gap between the toes of their boots.
He gets it; he’s always been too good at reading her, even with a truly awful amount alcohol in his system. The look on his face, even drunk, makes her stomach twist, her blood warm and then his fingers brush down her cheek with terrifying softness. "Hey. I'm sorry."
"What for? It was a great kiss. One of the best," she says, with a smirk and the apology seeps away into a look of blatant hunger, and that heats her skin even more.
"Yeah, see this is where all of this - this is really unfair."
"You said that so beautifully."
"Shut up, Kara."
"Ooh, you still remember my name?"
"I am not that drunk." He pauses, and that smirk crosses his face again. "So I was good, huh?"
She rolls her eyes. “Yes. You were. Can we move on now?”
“No,” he says, and takes a tiny step closer and his hands slide with surprising deftness around her waist.
“What are you doing?”
“Remembering. Was it like this?”
“No, it wasn’t. And stop it.”
“Like this?”
“Lee!” His fingers trace along the skin above her waistline and she fights back a shiver. “You’re drunk,” she says, pushing her palms against his chest. “Lee.”
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It’s awkward, almost chaste and she can’t help the bubble of laughter the rises for her stomach, and that proves to be a mistake because Lee takes it as an opening, slips his tongue along her bottom lip and all the humour melts out of the situation.
She's kissed people drunk before - she's kissed a lot of people, and that's why she can say with absolute certainty that it's never, ever felt like this. Lee moans a little, tilts his head and she rises up on tiptoe and kisses him harder, pushes her hips a little clumsily into his. It's messy, hot, and a cocktail of want-need-now ripples down her body.
“Lee,” she gasps, lips still pressed against his, “Lee -“
He draws back just enough to rest his forehead against hers and their breathing is hard and fast and she licks her lips and tastes him against the sharp tang of Tyrol’s rotgut.
"I," he says, and then dips his head and kisses her again and pushes her back into the alcove against the cold metal of the wall and even with four bolts pressing painfully into her back she pulls him against her tighter.
They kiss and kiss and kiss until the world feels like it’s spinning even harder than before and there are creases in his tanks from her fingers.
She pulls away, tries to catch her breath and the look on his face is hungry. Predatory.
“Good?” he asks, and she slaps at his shoulder. He laughs, leans in and nuzzles at her neck, sucking at her skin and she gathers every part of her not screaming at her to take advantage of the situation and pushes him away, just enough that his hands move from her waist to braced against the wall on either side of her.
His forehead crinkles a little and he looks confused.
“That’s enough,” she says, and the air is cold on the damp patches of her skin. “Don’t want to do anything you’ll regret.”
“What about you?”
It’s the opening, the place where she can walk away but she shrugs helplessly, and after a moment he leans in and kisses her, just lightly. Then he pushes back, and wraps his arms around her back and pulls her into a hug and she rests her head against his shoulder and breathes in the sweat and alcohol and cigar smoke in the material of his tanks.
“You’re good too, you know,” he says, almost as an afterthought, and that makes her laugh.
“Thank you. That’s good to know.”
“Anytime.”
“Really? Anytime?”
“Well – “
“What about during briefings? What if I need some validation?”
“Like you ever need validation, Starbuck,” he says into her hair, and she laughs.
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Oh, Claira, it's just what I needed. It's giggly and gorgeous and hot and PILOTS. I love extended outmaking more than I like out-and-out smut.
Thank you! So much!
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Malaria is eating brain. Can no longer punctuate. Plz send help and artemisinin.
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BTW, if you're jonesing, trinnifer and indigo posted some drabbles on my RPF post last night, including indi's insanely hot threesome ficlet (http://users.livejournal.com/wisteria_/622284.html?thread=11267020#t11267020). Guh.
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Grace knew something was up when Kerry appeared without the girls and with a very large shopping bag. "You're done filming for the day, right?"
She nodded. "You got it?"
"Right. I'll get everything set up while you go round up the usual suspects." Kerry grinned then disappeared inside the trailer.
Twenty minutes later, she and Katee arrived to find Kerry staring at the TV, lips curled into a smirk. "You actually TiVo Oprah?"
Grace tried like hell not to blush. "Hey, she's taught me a lot about myself!"
Once the laughter died down, she caught sight of all the bottles and pitchers piled on the kitchenette. "Uh, exactly how much booze did you bring?"
Kerry held up the homemade DVD of her husband on Celebrity Poker. "Trust me. We'll need it."
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Katee twirled the pink paper umbrella in her fingers as the introductions began and Jamie's face flashed across the screen. "C'mon, he doesn't look so bad. Too many buttons open, okay, but the black's pretty good –"
The three of them gasped as the camera panned over his whole body.
"Oh."
Kerry groaned. "Not my fault, I'll have you know. I packed his black loafers and even laid them out specially in the hotel. I suspect he snuck those dreadful white trainers in the girls' diaper bag when I wasn't looking."
"I wouldn't put it past him. He can be a sneaky bastard, but he think he's being funny." Katee took a long sip of her mojito and thought about how he'd slipped ice cubes under her shirt while they were filming one of the New Caprica flashbacks last week, then laughed and darted away before she could retaliate. How that smirk on his face had made her shiver more than the ice did. Sneaky. Yeah.
She took an even longer sip this time.
"Hey, Grace?" Kerry set down her glass. "Could your husband give mine some wardrobe lessons? He always looks gorgeous."
Grace just rolled her eyes. "Years of training, babe."
Sometimes Katee wished she weren't single. Sometimes.
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"How does this game work, anyway?"
Kerry poked Katee. "I thought you were the poker expert."
"Hey, I just play one on TV."
Another round of drinks – cosmopolitans this time – and Kerry was already feeling a very nice buzz. She settled back on the sofa and listened to the others talk about work. It used to bother her, bring out her jealous streak, but not so much anymore. She loved her children and her husband. She loved family life. But she missed her girlfriends back in London. Nights like this were good for that. Fruity drinks and girl talk made everything better.
"FOLD!"
They whipped around to stare at Katee, who blinked then started laughing. "Hey, even I could tell he had a crappy hand."
Grace raised her glass in a toast. "To men: Might as well stick a blindfold on 'em, because they can never tell when they're completely screwed."
Kerry flashed back to last Saturday night, and grinned. "Sometimes they like it that way."
She winked.
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TBC...
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It took the three of them several minutes to stop laughing long enough to check the recording, and as much as she'd prefer to think otherwise, the audience member had, in fact, called him "Hot Boy".
Grace shrugged. "She got it right, at least. Too bad about the towel, though. One of my greatest regrets is that I wasn't on set for that scene."
"I was standing there right behind him. Mighty nice view." Katee didn't bother to hide her grin.
"I love him dearly, but Jamie does have a bit of an exhibitionist streak." Kerry poured some rum into her coke. "Can't quite blame him for it, though, given how hard he worked for that body. You should've seen him when he met."
"That bad, huh?"
"God, no. Just different. Softer, like a student. I love him like this, of course, but I do miss that body I fell in love with."
That made Grace think about her own husband, how he seemed to have gone in reverse. "Softer" was a good way to describe it, but not in a bad way. Still tall and lean, with long arms that wrapped around her while they slept. When he was in one of his rare romantic moods, Phil liked to say that they'd made their mark on each other. She could see a little of Jamie in his wife. She wondered how Katee would change if she ever got married.
Something coiled tightly in her belly, and she had to take a long sip of her drink to tamp it down. Only two more days until he got back from New York. Two days that suddenly felt a lot longer.
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She'd gotten better at that whole ... thing. Having his wife around definitely helped. And besides, it was just proof that she really, really needed to find herself another boyfriend.
The wife in question shushed Grace and said, "You don't want to miss this."
They all leaned forward and heard the host make some quip about masturbation, to which Jamie replied, "That's not true!"
Whoa.
It'd make her blush if she weren't laughing so hard. Kerry gave a dramatic sigh and said, "Don't worry. I've made my peace with it. He's a gorgeous man, but he is a man, after all. I suspect he gets up to all sorts of things in the shower. And I'm certain he stars in many a woman's fantasies, too."
"Not mine," Katee insisted. Well, not lately.
"I've had some interesting dreams about him." Off their startled looks, Grace continued, "C'mon, it wasn't on purpose or anything. Phil was out of town, and I was asleep! I swear, I spend way too much time on this set. I don't even wanna think about where my brain's going to go tonight."
Katee checked Kerry's reaction, but she just smiled and nodded. Hmm. That was good, though, she supposed. Sign of a great marriage if she didn't feel threatened by women fantasizing about her husband. And that made Katee happy for them, it really did.
Grace nudged her shoulder. "I've checked out the internet a few times. Wanna know what all the fanboys are saying about you, Starbuck? Not to mention all the stuff about you and Apollo."
She choked on her rum-and-coke, and as the others laughed, she flashed back to filming that makeout scene with Jamie. Definitely a good memory. But still – guys fantasizing about her? Okay, she knew about it. She wasn't that naïve. She just wasn't sure whether that was flattering or really weird.
"Please. It's the guns and cigars – geeks love that. And anyway, they're too busy fantasizing about you and Tricia."
"Together?" Kerry quipped, and that set off another round of laughter.
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Mojitos, cosmopolitans, and rum added up to three very drunk women, none of whom had any business driving. Only thing to do was ring up Jamie and have him pick them up while the nanny was home with the girls.
He measured them up from the SUV's driver's seat. "I don't even want to know." And he didn't say another word as they dropped off Katee and Grace.
Twenty minutes later, they pulled into the driveway. He killed the ignition and held out a hand. "I want that DVD. Now."
"What?" Kerry battered her lashes, but she knew she looked ridiculous.
"Last thing I need is for you to have another viewing party while you and your friends make jokes about me all night."
He sounded more amused than irritated, but she had five years' experience with making him forgive her. So she leaned in for one long kiss, then another. Breathless and still a little tipsy, she muttered, "You know you love it."
"Yeah, right." But he gave her another quick kiss before getting out of the car. She followed him inside, laughing the whole way.
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Awww, it's so normal. I love normality!fic. And girly nights. And Grace's POV. And this!
Thank yoooou :)
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