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bantha_foddertitle: touching base
fandom: bsgrpf OMGYAY
pairing: grace/tahmoh
these events did not happen. this is fic about real people. it is ALL LIES.
omg i need to sleep
spoilers for 2.10
ps i hat u claira (but i love sloane)
**
"I hate this orange," says Grace, and tugs at her suit.
"I like it," says Tahmoh. "It brings out your eyes."
He keeps a straight face, and she laughs.
*
Over the hiatus, she acts in a play for a week or two. It's not a great play, but it's work, and even people signed onto shows on SciFi need to earn money over break. If she was a Desperate Housewife, now, maybe she wouldn't need to, but she's a cylon, so.
She doesn't mention the play to anyone on BSG, because she doesn't want them to make fun of her.
Opening night, though, she's not really surprised to see Tahmoh in the front row.
After, he leaves flowers in her dressing room and chocolates at her house and embarrasses her by giving a standing ovation.
She blushes.
*
"Grace was in a play," he says when they get back to the set. He slings his arm over Grace's shoulder and squeezes her arm. "She was great." Jamie rolls his eyes.
"We got your email, Tahmoh," he says, and exchanges a look with Katee, who laughs.
Grace thinks maybe they're fucking, and looks away.
*
Grace shrugs into the suit. Orange, scratchy, and she'd kind of forgotten how much she hated it. Hates it. Whatever.
"Hey, Tahmoh," she calls, as she steps onto set. "Think I still look sexy?"
"You know it," he grins, and helps her with the collar. "It's like you're a viper pilot now, collar around your neck, leaving us raptor pilots behind."
"You can't even fly, man," she says, and bumps him with her arse. He tries to tickle her, but she can't feel it for the suit, and suddenly she's grateful.
Ron calls them, and she's even more grateful because Boomer's not going to get raped again today.
She hates her show, sometimes.
*
She sits in the chair beside Tricia, flipping through an old magazine while one of the makeup girls polishes Tricia's nails. "Oh, hey, it's you!" says Grace, and points to a picture of Tricia in her undies.
"Wow, that really is an old magazine," laughs Tricia, and the makeup girl scolds her for moving.
"Be more stoic," Grace says, as she sprawls and grins.
Tricia reaches out a hand and slaps Grace on the arm, and the makeup girl banishes Grace from the trailer.
"Meet you after!" she yells, before the door is slammed in her face.
Crew, thinks Grace. They have no sense of humour.
*
She trips over the steps on her way out of the set, and one of the lighting guys laughs.
*
She slides into the seat opposite Tricia, and Tahmoh slides in after her. "I need coffee," says Grace, and waves her hand to flag down a waitress.
"You need makeup," replies Tricia, and Grace stares at Tricia like she's just said she eats babies.
Which, maybe, if she was actually a cylon. But not so much for Tricia. Grace exchanges a look with Tahmoh, and he shrugs.
"Where are all your bruises?" asks Tricia, and beside her Tahmoh relaxes.
"Oh," says Grace. "Flashback."
Tricia laughs. "A naked flashback?"
"I wish," Grace replies, and Tahmoh bumps her shoulder with his own.
"After my hot body again, Grace?" he asks, and Tricia spits into her coffee.
"It's not just you," Grace retorts, and meets Tahmoh's eyes. "I like to get around."
Tahmoh grins at her, and when she looks away, Tricia's staring at her.
"Okay," Tricia says. "Okay," and Grace doesn't know what she means.
*
"And then the guys from Space will interview Jamie and Katee in the rec room," says David. Grace leans in closer. "And we'll try to keep filming in CIC."
"Ooh," says Grace, and rounds the corner like she hasn't been there for ages. "An interview?"
"Not you," says Ron. "They want Jamie and Katee."
"For the sex," says David.
"Don't worry," says Tahmoh. "They're just worried you'll outshine them with your dancing."
She reaches for his hand. Squeezes it and smiles.
He always knows.
*
Tahmoh leans forward. "So, Grace," he says, and she's never noticed how deep his voice is, how cute that little five o'clock shadow is, how much his hand on her skin makes her stomach flutter.
She presses her head to his shoulder, and kisses the skin on his neck.
He shivers, and she laughs.
Kisses him again.
*
He zips her into the suit, and kisses her when she cries.
It's perfect.
END
fandom: bsgrpf OMGYAY
pairing: grace/tahmoh
these events did not happen. this is fic about real people. it is ALL LIES.
omg i need to sleep
spoilers for 2.10
ps i hat u claira (but i love sloane)
**
"I hate this orange," says Grace, and tugs at her suit.
"I like it," says Tahmoh. "It brings out your eyes."
He keeps a straight face, and she laughs.
*
Over the hiatus, she acts in a play for a week or two. It's not a great play, but it's work, and even people signed onto shows on SciFi need to earn money over break. If she was a Desperate Housewife, now, maybe she wouldn't need to, but she's a cylon, so.
She doesn't mention the play to anyone on BSG, because she doesn't want them to make fun of her.
Opening night, though, she's not really surprised to see Tahmoh in the front row.
After, he leaves flowers in her dressing room and chocolates at her house and embarrasses her by giving a standing ovation.
She blushes.
*
"Grace was in a play," he says when they get back to the set. He slings his arm over Grace's shoulder and squeezes her arm. "She was great." Jamie rolls his eyes.
"We got your email, Tahmoh," he says, and exchanges a look with Katee, who laughs.
Grace thinks maybe they're fucking, and looks away.
*
Grace shrugs into the suit. Orange, scratchy, and she'd kind of forgotten how much she hated it. Hates it. Whatever.
"Hey, Tahmoh," she calls, as she steps onto set. "Think I still look sexy?"
"You know it," he grins, and helps her with the collar. "It's like you're a viper pilot now, collar around your neck, leaving us raptor pilots behind."
"You can't even fly, man," she says, and bumps him with her arse. He tries to tickle her, but she can't feel it for the suit, and suddenly she's grateful.
Ron calls them, and she's even more grateful because Boomer's not going to get raped again today.
She hates her show, sometimes.
*
She sits in the chair beside Tricia, flipping through an old magazine while one of the makeup girls polishes Tricia's nails. "Oh, hey, it's you!" says Grace, and points to a picture of Tricia in her undies.
"Wow, that really is an old magazine," laughs Tricia, and the makeup girl scolds her for moving.
"Be more stoic," Grace says, as she sprawls and grins.
Tricia reaches out a hand and slaps Grace on the arm, and the makeup girl banishes Grace from the trailer.
"Meet you after!" she yells, before the door is slammed in her face.
Crew, thinks Grace. They have no sense of humour.
*
She trips over the steps on her way out of the set, and one of the lighting guys laughs.
*
She slides into the seat opposite Tricia, and Tahmoh slides in after her. "I need coffee," says Grace, and waves her hand to flag down a waitress.
"You need makeup," replies Tricia, and Grace stares at Tricia like she's just said she eats babies.
Which, maybe, if she was actually a cylon. But not so much for Tricia. Grace exchanges a look with Tahmoh, and he shrugs.
"Where are all your bruises?" asks Tricia, and beside her Tahmoh relaxes.
"Oh," says Grace. "Flashback."
Tricia laughs. "A naked flashback?"
"I wish," Grace replies, and Tahmoh bumps her shoulder with his own.
"After my hot body again, Grace?" he asks, and Tricia spits into her coffee.
"It's not just you," Grace retorts, and meets Tahmoh's eyes. "I like to get around."
Tahmoh grins at her, and when she looks away, Tricia's staring at her.
"Okay," Tricia says. "Okay," and Grace doesn't know what she means.
*
"And then the guys from Space will interview Jamie and Katee in the rec room," says David. Grace leans in closer. "And we'll try to keep filming in CIC."
"Ooh," says Grace, and rounds the corner like she hasn't been there for ages. "An interview?"
"Not you," says Ron. "They want Jamie and Katee."
"For the sex," says David.
"Don't worry," says Tahmoh. "They're just worried you'll outshine them with your dancing."
She reaches for his hand. Squeezes it and smiles.
He always knows.
*
Tahmoh leans forward. "So, Grace," he says, and she's never noticed how deep his voice is, how cute that little five o'clock shadow is, how much his hand on her skin makes her stomach flutter.
She presses her head to his shoulder, and kisses the skin on his neck.
He shivers, and she laughs.
Kisses him again.
*
He zips her into the suit, and kisses her when she cries.
It's perfect.
END
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Date: 2005-10-16 09:00 am (UTC)(and, yes, posting just a link is fine.)
*glees*
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Date: 2005-10-16 09:05 am (UTC)omg write more, this was rad!Re: OMFG NO
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Date: 2005-10-16 11:33 am (UTC)*glees*
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Date: 2005-10-16 12:17 pm (UTC)SF I've read. QUITE enjoyable. I'm with(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-16 05:04 pm (UTC)COME ON. THAT'S HYSTERICAL.
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Date: 2005-10-16 02:49 pm (UTC)I shouldn't love this so much, but I do.
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Date: 2005-10-16 05:00 pm (UTC)Perfect. But... isn't Grace married?
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Date: 2005-10-16 05:06 pm (UTC)*handwaves*
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Date: 2005-10-16 05:23 pm (UTC)Now, my unique snowflake of a soul? Sold. To Satan. And he's going to grant me ALL my wishes!
*compels you to write my pairing RPF*
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Date: 2005-10-16 09:00 pm (UTC)I sort of feel that Tricia needs her own story now, 'cause she keeps popping up in other people's stories. Nothing dirty, though. Heh.
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Date: 2005-10-22 06:32 pm (UTC)Seriously.
This is the last fandom I expected to find RPF in, and I am seriously plotzing to find out that I AM NOT ALONE OMFG.
Dude. Just. Dude. This is great stuff. I could cut and paste the whole damned thing, but I will pick just one bit.
"Grace was in a play," he says when they get back to the set. He slings his arm over Grace's shoulder and squeezes her arm. "She was great." Jamie rolls his eyes.
"We got your email, Tahmoh," he says, and exchanges a look with Katee, who laughs.
Grace thinks maybe they're fucking, and looks away.
AHHHHH.
You do realize that now that I've found you lot, I totally have to write the insane Tahmoh/Katee that I have romping around in my head, right? Right?
Damn it.
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Date: 2005-10-22 07:08 pm (UTC)I totally have to write the insane Tahmoh/Katee that I have romping around in my head
Please do! A number of people have been lamenting the tragic lack of Tahmoh/Katee, and it would be brilliant if you wrote some.
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Date: 2005-10-22 10:16 pm (UTC)