Anna isn't even the one who picks out the dress. Her stylist does - or, at least, the stylist she shares with the rest of the Pevensies - and Anna leaves it hanging in her room for a day before she looks at it.
She'd half thought it would be something young looking, possibly in pink - the press seem to like the idea of them as children - but the black dress is not like that at all.
Oh, she thinks, as she takes it carefully out of the bad, lets her fingers sweep over the smooth black satin. It's beautiful. Queenlike.
It fits, perfectly - she gives herself a quick mental note to thank Jane later - and she stares at herself in the mirror, pulls her hair up and away from her face with one hand and looks at the way the material hugs her body.
Maybe he'll notice, she lets herself think, and then shrugs slightly, because if he doesn't notice her in this (not just as Anna, his friend, the one who he kicks a soccer ball around with in between takes - Anna, the girl, the one who has been aching to find out what he tastes like since day two
( ... )
She doesn't kiss him the first day or the second day, or even the third.
She watches him instead; she's been bruised by too many one night stands - oh, lee, lee - and she doesn't know how long she'll be stuck on Caprica; doesn't want another fallout. Doesn't want to screw up again
( ... )
She's been engaged to Sam for exactly three days when she's ordered up to the Pegasus for some meeting with Lee. Lee's down on New Caprica anyway, and tells her to be ready at 11, so they can catch the 11:15 shuttle.
She knows better than to expect him to be late, and she's just getting her things together when he pokes his head in through the flap in the tent at 10:59.
"Hey," she says. "Just coming."
Sam wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close. "Have a good day," he says and she smiles into his shoulder and thinks mine.
"I will. Have dinner on the table, honey, when I get back."
"Anything for you, my darling."
She rolls her eyes and tilts her head up, lets him kiss her gently.
"Gods," she hears Lee say, in a voice that has no warmth, no Lee in it at all. "Get a room
( ... )
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DO THIS ONE INSTEAD!
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*comments more just to confuse you, mwaha*
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She'd half thought it would be something young looking, possibly in pink - the press seem to like the idea of them as children - but the black dress is not like that at all.
Oh, she thinks, as she takes it carefully out of the bad, lets her fingers sweep over the smooth black satin. It's beautiful. Queenlike.
It fits, perfectly - she gives herself a quick mental note to thank Jane later - and she stares at herself in the mirror, pulls her hair up and away from her face with one hand and looks at the way the material hugs her body.
Maybe he'll notice, she lets herself think, and then shrugs slightly, because if he doesn't notice her in this (not just as Anna, his friend, the one who he kicks a soccer ball around with in between takes - Anna, the girl, the one who has been aching to find out what he tastes like since day two ( ... )
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*shamelessly indulges card-playing kink*
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I always adore outsider-POV of pilots. And cards. And reminiscing. And showing off for the nuggets. And you.
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She watches him instead; she's been bruised by too many one night stands - oh, lee, lee - and she doesn't know how long she'll be stuck on Caprica; doesn't want another fallout. Doesn't want to screw up again ( ... )
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She knows better than to expect him to be late, and she's just getting her things together when he pokes his head in through the flap in the tent at 10:59.
"Hey," she says. "Just coming."
Sam wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close. "Have a good day," he says and she smiles into his shoulder and thinks mine.
"I will. Have dinner on the table, honey, when I get back."
"Anything for you, my darling."
She rolls her eyes and tilts her head up, lets him kiss her gently.
"Gods," she hears Lee say, in a voice that has no warmth, no Lee in it at all. "Get a room ( ... )
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loved it.
Kara's in complete denial (as usual)
she drifts even closer, into his heat because it's very cold, almost freezing
^^^^^^
Sam's warm. She still shivers.
*weeps* about the season finale....
No matter what, it will always be about them
Reading this just makes me hope that you write "missing year" fic *wishes really hard*
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