starbuck, star bright, first star I see tonight [things of joy and K/L insta-fic]
Things of joy:
(1) Took Indikid to her first movie - Ratatouille (or, as she says, Rabbit-tooey), quite fun! A bit much for this little one, but I think overall she enjoyed it. Or the idea of going to a movie, anyway.
(2) I bought shoes. I did not need shoes, but I had to have these because:
- they are red;
- they feel like walking on a cloud, despite the three-inch heels;
- and, most of all, because the brand is... Indigo. :0P
(3) Ficlets! wisteria_ and I started talking about the little touches between K/L, like the detail in her Sam fic about Lee rubbing his thumb over Kara's arm. Then I said I really wanted pilots to be public, for Lee. And this led to some silly little drabbles that I did in AIM for Alanna - totally AU, totally random, just a shameless excuse for lots of pilot!touching. Or not touching, as the case may be.
Exhibit 1:
Hot Dog walks in and Lee drops his hand, straightening reluctantly. Kara smiles, judging the moment: then she reaches out and kisses him, making sure to hold on long enough for all the nuggets to make their way into the room. Then she heads on out, but not before she has the satisfaction of watching (from the doorway) Lee simultaneously attempt to regain his composure and simmer down the pleasure that has turned his ears bright, bright red.
~
Exhibit 2:
[from A's request for "Sneaky touching and/or public touching. Hangar deck or CIC or ready room."]
Somehow it's become a game, even though neither of them ever set any rules. It's all loosey-goosey anyway - basically it's just, touch each other in a sensitive or awkward spot in public, without anyone noticing. He's sure they're not fooling anybody. Like the funny look Gaeta gave him in the mess when he brushed past Kara, his front to her back , even though there was plenty of room to walk past the table. Or the eyeroll that Chief gave them after the goosing from Kara made him jolt upright and hit his head on a Viper wing.
Thank gods there are a few things that are sacred. He's relieved to see Laura at the security briefing, because that means his father's coming, and that means Kara will be on best behavior. Except... it's Kara. And when she walks in with her eyes aglow, he suppresses a groan. Today, apparently, is the day the Admiral will find out about them.
He deliberately positions himself on the big leather couch, in plain view of everyone so she can't get up to any high jinks. Almost immediately he realizes the problem with this strategy - it requires him to be circumspect, no matter what she does.
Kara unbuttons her blue jacket - certainly, it's always a little warm in the Old Man's quarters, here in the bowels of the ship - but he almost chokes when he realizes she isn't wearing a bra. She draws her jacket back at the waist when she walks behind Roslin, then casually pulls the sides forward again as she perches on the back of the sofa.
Lee crosses his legs as best he can: the sofa is deep and more suitable for sprawling. (He tries not to think about Kara sprawled on the leather - he's thought about that too many times while he was on the Peg, alone with his thoughts in the luxurious commander's quarters... no, no, no, focus, Lee.)
The Admiral enters and begins droning on about the change in security arrangements, the continuing reassignments of civilians to new ships, and other things that buzz faintly in Lee's ear. He keeps his head down, but he's painfully aware that Kara has risen again and is pouring herself a glass of water. She's out of Adama and Roslin's lines of sight, and Lee's, but he knows she knows he's a good wingman. He never loses track of his leader.
She dips a finger in her glass and touches her tongue to the tip, then puts the glass down and lifts her hands to her hair, twisting it up past her nape even though it's far too short for a ponytail. The movement strains her shirt against her breasts, which he can't quite see from this angle, but the suggestion of motion causes him to swallow hard, regardless.
"Lee. Lee."
"Sir."
"Will the next crop of nuggets be ready in time for the next set of rapid jumps? We really need more shepherds."
Shit, the nuggets who will never listen to him again because they think of him as a lovesick puppy. "Ah - I can double-check on that, sir. Maybe Kara - Captain Thr- "
Kara takes pity on him and launches into a rundown of the trainees she's taken over from Racetrack. But Lee makes the mistake of looking up at Laura, who hasn't said anything since she walked into the room. Laura has a deep unholy glint in her eye and indentations on either side of her mouth that might be a grin struggling to emerge.
He shoves himself off the couch, a move made precarious by the fact that there is suddenly not a whole lot of room in the front of his pants. The action bounces Adama a little and without even looking Lee can feel the glare burning through his back, but he dares not turn around. He walks over to the table to get some water and also maybe go on the offensive for a moment.
Kara's no fool: she body-checks him, right in the groin as he reaches for the pitcher. She covers his "oof!" with a question to Laura, at the same time taking care to brush her ass against his leg. She puts both arms on the back of the sofa and leans in slightly, knowing what he'll be looking at as he turns back to the conversation.
Lee takes a big gulp of water, trying to control his shaky hand. He takes a deep breath, hoping this will be over soon, but just then Kara wheels around and knocks his elbow, spilling water all over both of them. And her... shirt. "Frak!"
Lee is paralyzed, unable to decide whether he should help dry Kara off or back off and run for it. Laura produces a small handkerchief and Kara dabs at her front, smoothing the wet fabric down and touching.. touching her...
"Starbuck, what the frak is going on with you?" Adama glowers, belatedly realizing that no one in the room is paying attention to him. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a Cylon, because the real Starbuck isn't this clumsy!"
"Sorry, sir," Kara rejoins, as Laura begins to dissolve into giggles. "Actually I think it's the Major - " she puts a hand on his chest - " - he didn't get a lot of sleep last night, did you, tiger?"
Lee closes his eyes and awaits the storm.
~
fin
I said it was silly. And now wisteria_ thinks I should open this up for continuation, in comments! What do you think happens next? *g*
(1) Took Indikid to her first movie - Ratatouille (or, as she says, Rabbit-tooey), quite fun! A bit much for this little one, but I think overall she enjoyed it. Or the idea of going to a movie, anyway.
(2) I bought shoes. I did not need shoes, but I had to have these because:
- they are red;
- they feel like walking on a cloud, despite the three-inch heels;
- and, most of all, because the brand is... Indigo. :0P
(3) Ficlets! wisteria_ and I started talking about the little touches between K/L, like the detail in her Sam fic about Lee rubbing his thumb over Kara's arm. Then I said I really wanted pilots to be public, for Lee. And this led to some silly little drabbles that I did in AIM for Alanna - totally AU, totally random, just a shameless excuse for lots of pilot!touching. Or not touching, as the case may be.
Exhibit 1:
Hot Dog walks in and Lee drops his hand, straightening reluctantly. Kara smiles, judging the moment: then she reaches out and kisses him, making sure to hold on long enough for all the nuggets to make their way into the room. Then she heads on out, but not before she has the satisfaction of watching (from the doorway) Lee simultaneously attempt to regain his composure and simmer down the pleasure that has turned his ears bright, bright red.
~
Exhibit 2:
[from A's request for "Sneaky touching and/or public touching. Hangar deck or CIC or ready room."]
Somehow it's become a game, even though neither of them ever set any rules. It's all loosey-goosey anyway - basically it's just, touch each other in a sensitive or awkward spot in public, without anyone noticing. He's sure they're not fooling anybody. Like the funny look Gaeta gave him in the mess when he brushed past Kara, his front to her back , even though there was plenty of room to walk past the table. Or the eyeroll that Chief gave them after the goosing from Kara made him jolt upright and hit his head on a Viper wing.
Thank gods there are a few things that are sacred. He's relieved to see Laura at the security briefing, because that means his father's coming, and that means Kara will be on best behavior. Except... it's Kara. And when she walks in with her eyes aglow, he suppresses a groan. Today, apparently, is the day the Admiral will find out about them.
He deliberately positions himself on the big leather couch, in plain view of everyone so she can't get up to any high jinks. Almost immediately he realizes the problem with this strategy - it requires him to be circumspect, no matter what she does.
Kara unbuttons her blue jacket - certainly, it's always a little warm in the Old Man's quarters, here in the bowels of the ship - but he almost chokes when he realizes she isn't wearing a bra. She draws her jacket back at the waist when she walks behind Roslin, then casually pulls the sides forward again as she perches on the back of the sofa.
Lee crosses his legs as best he can: the sofa is deep and more suitable for sprawling. (He tries not to think about Kara sprawled on the leather - he's thought about that too many times while he was on the Peg, alone with his thoughts in the luxurious commander's quarters... no, no, no, focus, Lee.)
The Admiral enters and begins droning on about the change in security arrangements, the continuing reassignments of civilians to new ships, and other things that buzz faintly in Lee's ear. He keeps his head down, but he's painfully aware that Kara has risen again and is pouring herself a glass of water. She's out of Adama and Roslin's lines of sight, and Lee's, but he knows she knows he's a good wingman. He never loses track of his leader.
She dips a finger in her glass and touches her tongue to the tip, then puts the glass down and lifts her hands to her hair, twisting it up past her nape even though it's far too short for a ponytail. The movement strains her shirt against her breasts, which he can't quite see from this angle, but the suggestion of motion causes him to swallow hard, regardless.
"Lee. Lee."
"Sir."
"Will the next crop of nuggets be ready in time for the next set of rapid jumps? We really need more shepherds."
Shit, the nuggets who will never listen to him again because they think of him as a lovesick puppy. "Ah - I can double-check on that, sir. Maybe Kara - Captain Thr- "
Kara takes pity on him and launches into a rundown of the trainees she's taken over from Racetrack. But Lee makes the mistake of looking up at Laura, who hasn't said anything since she walked into the room. Laura has a deep unholy glint in her eye and indentations on either side of her mouth that might be a grin struggling to emerge.
He shoves himself off the couch, a move made precarious by the fact that there is suddenly not a whole lot of room in the front of his pants. The action bounces Adama a little and without even looking Lee can feel the glare burning through his back, but he dares not turn around. He walks over to the table to get some water and also maybe go on the offensive for a moment.
Kara's no fool: she body-checks him, right in the groin as he reaches for the pitcher. She covers his "oof!" with a question to Laura, at the same time taking care to brush her ass against his leg. She puts both arms on the back of the sofa and leans in slightly, knowing what he'll be looking at as he turns back to the conversation.
Lee takes a big gulp of water, trying to control his shaky hand. He takes a deep breath, hoping this will be over soon, but just then Kara wheels around and knocks his elbow, spilling water all over both of them. And her... shirt. "Frak!"
Lee is paralyzed, unable to decide whether he should help dry Kara off or back off and run for it. Laura produces a small handkerchief and Kara dabs at her front, smoothing the wet fabric down and touching.. touching her...
"Starbuck, what the frak is going on with you?" Adama glowers, belatedly realizing that no one in the room is paying attention to him. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a Cylon, because the real Starbuck isn't this clumsy!"
"Sorry, sir," Kara rejoins, as Laura begins to dissolve into giggles. "Actually I think it's the Major - " she puts a hand on his chest - " - he didn't get a lot of sleep last night, did you, tiger?"
Lee closes his eyes and awaits the storm.
~
fin
I said it was silly. And now wisteria_ thinks I should open this up for continuation, in comments! What do you think happens next? *g*