svmadelyn wins the internets and a made-up meme

[technosage]

♥ Y'all, svmadelyn wins the internets. Forreals. She runs undermistletoe singlehandedly, is super-organized, and every time I turn around the woman is doing something fabulous for fandom. ♥

She's at it again. This time it's a Valentine's Day anon-love gamesetmatch something. Basically, pick up to 14 people on LJ, say something nice about them in an email, and send it to

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[technosage]

First what?

[technosage]

His boy. That's how he's always thought of Dick. His boy. Not his son, never that, but his beautiful boy. Fearless, effusive, and full of grace.

If he's honest with himself (he usually is, except when it's best to repress, now would be, but the insistent stroke of his boy's tongue over his makes that dishonesty of the dangerous sort, unmindfulness), he's wanted what Dick's offering since the boy turned sixteen. Sixteen, long-legged, slender-hipped, hard-bodied Dick looking at him with bright blue eyes gone dark with lust and Bruce had wanted him even then, yes.

Seventeen, and Dick tumbled himself into Bruce's lap, twined his arms around his neck, and kissed him. Without permission or invitation, but then Dick never did ask and somehow always seemed to know anyhow.

Like now, eighteen, and deft fingers unbutton his trousers, questing. Please, I want to he breathes against Bruce's mouth.

He's eighteen, he wants to suck Bruce off, and Bruce's fingers in his hair say the yes he won't speak.

[sabaceanbabe]

Ronon/Elizabeth, first kiss.

[technosage]

John's gone. He's been gone too long. It's a routine scouting mission, but in this galaxy routine includes Wraith. Elizabeth's more worried than she wants to let on, especially when she looks in Ronon's eyes and sees the same fear echoed there. He asks if he can take a team out after John, and she tells him if they don't hear in twelve hours, she'll authorize it. He starts to protest, but she lays a hand on his arm and tells him to have a little of the faith she's not feeling.

The kiss just sort of happens. She leans over him where he sits to brush a gentle kiss over his brow and say it'll be okay, and his mouth tilts up to catch hers. It's entirely sweet and unexpected, and she smiles when their lips part.

Ten minutes later there's a contact from John. Neither of them say it, but kissing seems like good luck, and it becomes a habit.

[sabaceanbabe]

Neither of them say it, but kissing seems like good luck, and it becomes a habit.

*SQUEEEEEEE*

I love it! Thank you! *twirls you*

[technosage]

*beams* Welcome! :D

[ladydey]

I can only pick one, hummmmm, well you choose (or you know do them all):

Nathan/Peter - a wake up kiss

John/Aeryn - First Mother's Day

John/Ronon - 'I'm glad you stayed'

[technosage]

Aeryn hates holidays, birthdays, special occasions, feasts. Basically, if you can think of an event where either she might be the center of attention or has to dress in anything but the sexy black leather he loves her in, Aeryn's miserable.

Which is why John about bites his tongue in half when she rolls over onto her elbow in the dark and asks about Mother's Day.

He combs his fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face even though he can't really see it. "What do you want to know?"

She hmmms the way she does when she's raking her teeth over her bottom lip. A long inhale through her nose and he can see her in his mind's eye wrinkling that perfect forward and trying to figure out what to say. "I find... I find I'd like to celebrate being a mother. How is this done?"

He laughs and pulls her down to his chest. Kisses the top of her head. "All the ways you hate, Aeryn."

With a kick to the shin and a punch to the side, she sits up. "I'm serious, Crichton."

"I can throw you a party."

"Don't you dareHe laughs again,

[ladydey]

HAHA! So Neat!!

I love that the woman who hates holidays wants to celebrate Mother's day - and her gift was Slave-for-a-day!john...Sweet!

[technosage]

Hee. I'm glad you liked. ♥

[dotfic]

John/Aeryn, first post-argument make-up sex.

[technosage]

It's a stupid fight. The same one they've been having since they met. She tells him to stay put, he doesn't, either he saves her bacon or she has to save his, and afterwards they scream at each other until even Pilot's eyes roll in his head

[kaseido]

**very* big grin*

Perfect!

[technosage]

*clappyhands* YAY!

[dancinbutterfly]

Sharon/Helo - wedding night

[technosage]

well, since they only have one wedding night, first what? *g*

[dancinbutterfly]

First hour as husband and wife

[technosage]

She's a machine. That's what they keep telling her. A jumped-up toaster. Overclocked computer.

Funny. She doesn't feel like a machine. Not when Helo's looking at her like that. Not when her husband's eyes glow with fierce, stubborn love.

Her husband. The idea bubbles up through her system, and maybe it's just the fabrication of her machine-mind stimulating her body's chemistry, but all Sharon can do is grin. She can't stop grinning.

First Cylon to love. First Cylon to marry. Maybe this is the beginning of the new age of human-Cylon cooperation. God's will. The plan.

She can't stop grinning, because Will, Plan, New Age, Helo is her husband. And she's his wife.

He comes over to her from where he's listening to some story Jammer's bending his ear with, bends his head to hers. "Wife," he murmurs, and the sound is silkier than her genetically perfect hair.

"Husband." Her eyes feel bright when his fingers lace with hers and lift the hand to his mouth to kiss