Snagged from [livejournal.com profile] emmiere

In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I’m inviting trick-or-treaters to my ‘door’. Comment “trick-or-treat” to this post and…well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I’m glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

eta: Sorry, I'm all out of virtual candy, and my porch light's out now. *g*

Round up in comments below:
- B5 ficlet
- BSG/B5 snippet
- um, crackish SW/DW xover thing?
- Demming (Castle) snippet
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ext_18106: (Kara Sam WHAT IS THIS)

From: [identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com


*singsongs*

Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. If you don't, I don't care, apples down your underwear!

From: [identity profile] lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com


(this is one of those hand-scribbled snippets I transferred, because you reminded me with your xover...)


"Captain Thrace," Sinclair shook her hand with a warm smile. "I hope you won't be our guest for too long."

"Of course not, sir. I hope Barolay and I can look around while you're gone?"

"Certainly," he answered. "Lieutenant Commander Ivanova already volunteered to give you the tour."

Ivanova's suddenly neutral expression suggested "volunteer" wasn't exactly the right word, but Kara answered, "That would be great. This is a big plance. Very impressive."

"It certainly seems enormous on some days," Sinclair agreed with a rueful look. He shook hands with the rest of the team and then looked to Sam. "We're ready whenever you are."

Sam glanced at her. "Pre-flight?"

"External complete," she answered, "Hot Dog and Gaeta can do the rest inside."

"Station's yours, Lieutenant Commander," Sinclair told Ivanova. "Try to keep it in one piece."

"Will do, Commander. Good luck," Ivanova nodded to him. "Garibaldi..." she said to him in a faintly warning tone.

"I know, I know," he answered with a grimace. "I'll do my best, Lieutenant Commander."

Sinclair and Garibaldi followed Gaeta and Hot Dog up to the hatch.

Sam looked at Jean and with that old comaraderie Kara envied, he just smiled at her and said, "C-Bucs rule."

"Damn straight, Anders."

He tapped his fist against hers once, and then turned to Kara. "We'll be back as soon as we can. A couple of days, maybe."

"We'll manage." She couldn't help a taunt, "Mister Secretary."

He rolled his eyes at her. "Try not to get in trouble."

"Oh, you know me," she shrugged and tried to look innocent.

"I do," he answered, with a snort, and took a step toward her as if to kiss or hug her goodbye, but then he stopped, and his face flickered with uncertainty. Then he added, teasing with a bit of forced cheer, "The station better be here when we come back."

"Aye, sir." She gave a casual salute and waited until he turned to go, before calling after him, "Hey, is that any way to say goodbye?"

Damn, he moved fast when he wanted to -- in a flash he'd turned back and grabbed her in his arms. "No, it's not," he murmured, right before his mouth came down on hers.

She tried to tell him everything in her kiss that she found so hard to say and then when they pulled back, she muttered, "You better frakking come back."

His fingers traced down her cheek. "Always." His hand fell down to the tag hanging at his chest, that matched the one at hers, as if it were an idol to seal his promise.

Then without another word, he followed the others inside the Raptor and the ramp sealed up after him. She watched, licking lips made tender from his stubble, and tried to ignore how one word had made her feel warm and she couldn't stop smiling.

"That... was some kiss," Ivanova observed. "You're close?"

Kara felt very smug. "He's my husband." It still felt a little surreal to say the words, but good as well, as though the gods were reminding her of what she had almost forgotten. She laughed at Ivanova's surprise and headed for the main hatch. "Come on, we need to get clear or they can't go."
ext_18106: (Can't be arrested for thoughts)

From: [identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com


!! =D

I don't know why I have such a thing for them kissing in public (I suspect it's some thing about them staking claims in front of witnesses or something).

*happysigh*
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