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Like Skydiving Naked, Except Horizontal

Severuslovesme (severuslovesme)

Battlestar Galactica

Katee Sackhoff/Jamie Bamber


Thanks so much to carrielh for the beta.

Katee likes Jamie, and Jamie likes Katee.

Katee likes Jamie, and Jamie likes Katee.


The only logical solution is to not be in the same room, ever, without chaperones. Lots of chaperones. Ideally, at least one chaperone in a relationship with one of them.

Unfortunately, Katee's an idiot.

Well, no, that's not right. Spirited, yes. Enthusiastic? Definitely. Wait, willful. That's the word he's looking for. Willful, like a child left unsupervised for too long (except not like a child at all, and that's most of the problem right there). He can't tell her what to do.

No, that's not it either. It's that he can't trust her to tell him what not to do, because unlike Jamie, Katee lets herself get what she wants.

He's not sure if it's the anticipatory guilt or the stress of constantly waiting for it to happen, but one of the two is going to drive him crazy before too long.


Katee likes Jamie, and Jamie likes Katee.


The problem is - and she's tried to get around this, she really has - Jamie's just too fucking pretty not to like.

After all, she's not an idiot or anything. Katee knows how this kind of thing ends. The fans get wind of it, or a craft services guy looking for a quick thousand bucks gets wind of it, or they spend a torrid, emotional weekend together and decide they hate each other, or something. And then it shows up on screen, it shows up on set, it turns everything going on behind the scenes into a PR clusterfuck that sours the show for the viewers, and she ends up working at McDonalds and living off of convention money for the rest of her life. She knows that.

But honestly, there are days when he turns to look at her just so, or bows his head to ruffle his hair when he's thinking, and she just doesn't care. (Mostly because she's so preoccupied with not taking his lower lip between her teeth and biting that she can't think about things that'll happen two minutes from now, let alone two years.) And it's one of the days when she's thinking about it - agonizing over how bad it really would be if they got together, just once, thinking about whether or not he'd be good enough in bed to be worth it, when she realizes.

This is bullshit.

Because, well. It's Jamie. She sees him every day. So Katee figures, at some point, they're going to have to get over the fact that they still can't be alone in a room together without him getting all twitchy and making excuses and her thinking about him naked.

Today's as good a day as any.


Jamie's older, taller, stronger, and very possibly smarter than Katee. He's quite sure about that.

So it's probably not reasonable to call this kidnapping, per se.

But it almost feels like it, the way she shows up at his trailer bundled up for what passes for winter in Vancouver and tells him they're going somewhere together. It barely occurs to him to put on his own coat before they're out the door, off the set, and in a cab.

"What are you doing?" he says four blocks later, when it finally occurs to him that one of them should talk.

"I'm sitting in a cab," she says, all innocence and femininity.


"Because this is stupid."

"What's stupid?"

She rolls her eyes. "This thing, where we never hang out. So, I thought we should."

Jamie can't help it. He snorts a little and glances around, taking in the vaguely crusty red velour seats and the way the whole cab smells like old incense. "This is hanging out?"

"No, no. This is the commute. We're not hanging out yet."

"So, where are we going?"

Katee grins, showing all her teeth and quirking her eyebrows just so. "It's a surprise."


A 'surprise' turns out to be Stanley Park, which is neither surprising nor particularly intimidating, although for a minute she had him genuinely worried. As they pay the driver and head out into the snow, she winks at him like she knew it. "What, you thought we were going to a leather bar or something?"

Jamie just shakes his head. "Well, you never know."

"Because if you want, I think I can get us another cab. . ."

He must have a look on his face that warns her, or looks hilarious, or some combination of the two. Whatever the reason, Katee stares at him for a long moment before grabbing his arm, pulling him onto the path. "Come on," she says, oddly quiet. "It's winter."

It is. It really is. And even though it's Vancouver, so 'winter' means grey skies and chilly, drizzling rain instead of snowdrifts and hot cocoa, Jamie's starting to get used to it. There's something about the bare trees against the empty sky that's sort of calming.

(And if Katee's walking next to them, chatting on about something with her cheeks and nose bright pink from the cold, well. He's not going to accuse them of hurting the view.)

"You're not listening to a word I say, are you?"

Oh god. He's not.

Katee stops to grin at him, her hair sticking out from under her hat at funny angles, and it's an oddly perfect mix between innocent and sexy. Her lips are so red, her mouth is so mesmerizing in the way her lips never stop moving, Jamie leans in and kisses her before he can think about it.


Jamie's mouth is pressed to Katee's so suddenly, the shock of it knocks the breath out of her for a moment. But then her body remembers that his lips are hot against hers, that he's gripping her arms so tightly she can feel each of his fingers through his mittens and her coat. And even though every part of her brain that's still functioning is screaming stupid stupid stupid, she grabs his lapels to pull him closer.

Jamie pulls back first.


He tilts his mouth away, but he doesn't leave Katee's personal space. He just stays there, like he's not quite sure what to do with himself while he breathes her air and draws circles on her arms with his thumbs. Katee bites her lip, suddenly buzzing with more energy than she knows what to do with, and flicks her gaze up to meet his eyes.

Jamie looks at her, then - really looks at her, like the fact of what they're doing is just catching up to him, and goes white.

"So," Katee says into the horrible, awkward silence, trying to swallow back the urge to literally hide.


This, she realizes, is it. The moment where she decides how far she wants this to go. Whether it really would be worth it to take him by the wrist and lead him somewhere to strip off his coat, to slip her hands inside to feel his skin against hers and his breath tickling her ear. Whether it would be worth it to bring him inside and make him say her name over and over and over.

"I think I'm starting to get cold," she says, as she wraps her hand around his.

Because Katee likes Jamie, and Jamie likes Katee.

It doesn't have to mean anything more.


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anr (anr)

2007-12-25 19:39:17

Very nice! I really enjoyed the underlying tension in this.

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Maren (marenfic)

2007-12-26 00:15:50

This is excellent! UST, whoopee!

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Guest (elzed)

2007-12-26 12:57:33

Sigh. Sweet, and bursting with UST, and with potential...(and winter in Vancouver sounds a lot like winter in London - and here I was thinking that the Canadian setting meant at least a bit of snow...)

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Severuslovesme (severuslovesme)

2007-12-27 18:22:33

Omigosh, I completely adored this! Thank you so much! I love the humor and lightness but also the simmering UST. I thought you captured both of their voices very well, which is awesome!And the end is just, guh. Love. Thank you thank you thank you!

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Voleuse (Voleuse)

2007-12-27 21:33:33

Excellent, and also, GUH.

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elly (elly427)

2007-12-27 23:17:41

Oh, I really, really like this. A perfect moment of indecision. Also, you totally have winter in Vancouver pegged. Hee.