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rpf: Tits on the Radio, Katee/Trucco, PG13
I know, I know.
At least I finished something. Sigh.
Disclaimer: So very not mine.
Length: 2900+ Rating: PG13, language, adult situations, mentions of sex.
Genre: Real People Fic.
Pairing: Katee Sackhoff/Michael Trucco
Notes: Not surprisingly, this was written at Dragon*Con, though I'm not sure where. It was in my notebook o' doom, unfinished. For the record, I tried hard not to be offensive to anyone, but there's still obvious personal leanings in here. My apologies. Um. This might contain spoilers for BSG season four? (title can be blamed on the Scissor Sisters)
Summary: Katee has a great idea for going to Dragon*Con, and drags Trucco along with her.
Tits on the Radio
by ALC Punk!
"This was a stupid idea," Katee hisses to Michael as she pushes through the crowd. Really, with his height, he should be the one in front. But she knows where they're going (sorta), and how to get there (hopefully).
"You suggested it," he hisses back as they stop on the curb with everyone else to wait for the cop's whistle.
The crowd is restless and packed tight, putting him right against her back. Katee doesn't mind, though. Even in the heat, having Michael right up against her is good. The crowd is huge, bigger than Tahmoh'd warned her earlier in the year when she'd been contemplating going. "You could have said no," she points out, staring across the cars whizzing by at the steps that lead upwards. She hopes she's gotten the directions right--the hotel behind them was confusing enough.
"Nice costumes," a girl in the crowd nearby calls.
Katee waves a hand, "Thanks!"
The girl starts to say something else, but her friend grabs her arm, babbling about something that Katee can't hear.
Not that it matters. The compliment is nice, though. She has to admit they don't look half-bad in their get-ups. The tanks were swiped from the production ages ago (every member of the cast has walked off with a set, because the things are damn comfortable for puttering around in), but the pants aren't quite right. Michael'd had something in his closets, but Katee'd had to search around, and the green wasn't the right shade.
But the tattoos look good and Katee isn't sure she wants to know how Michael knows someone who can do body paint on short notice in Atlanta. They don't look as good as they do on the show, but then, they don't have to look quite so real.
The cop moves out into traffic, blowing his whistle and halting the cars. Even before he motions, the crowd starts up and surges forward. Katee's glad Michael's there when someone hurrying by nearly knocks her off her feet when they're halfway across the street.
His hands pull her back against him, and he shouts over the noise of people, whistle and cars, "You ok?"
"Fine," she calls back.
They move again, before the crowd can shove them into motion on its own.
The sidewalk is packed with people trying to go up the stairs and being directed to the right. There's a door into a dark interior and two security people shouting at everyone to have their badges out. Katee waves hers under one of their noses and then steps inside. The noise-level and heat drop slightly, and she's grateful for that as she heads down the ramp. Near the bottom, the heat actually increases, due to the lack of air movement.
"Coming through!" Shouts someone from behind them, and Michael's hands pull her to the side as a second shout is followed by three people jogging down the ramp, looking like they have somewhere to be and don't care who they run over.
Katee sticks her tongue out at them as they pass.
The crowd gets them moving again, but Michael's hands stay on her waist a fraction longer than they need to.
Another doorway, and they're back inside a section of the hotel that actually contains effective air conditioning. Katee sucks in a breath, lets it out, and grins as she gets her bearings. "Almost there," she tosses over her shoulder.
Michael's head is down, like he's watching his feet, but that's not where his eyes are pointing. He grunts an acknowledgment and she flushes, but tosses an extra wiggle into her walk.
Two turns later, and Katee's feeling less sanguine about her tactical skills. This hotel is a fucking maze, and she'd consign it into oblivion, if she could just find her way back out. Giving up at getting them there without help, she taps the next person she sees on the shoulder, asking the way to the Galactica party.
The kid shrugs, staring at them. "The general SF room is that way, I think. Don't you have a program?"
"Left it behind," she explains cheerfully, while Michael snickers. She had a program, but it got left behind earlier in the day. Possibly while they were getting their tattoos painted on.
Another shrug and the kid is gone, leaving them to make their way.
It's not hard to miss it, there's a line forming outside the room already. Katee skids to a stop at the back and grins, rubbing her hands in anticipation. The girl in front of them casts them a disinterested glance, then turns back to her friends.
Michael takes advantage of the people piling in behind them, chattering, to wrap his arms around her from behind. Katee tucks herself back against his chest and tilts her head up to look at him.
"Bet there are people who'd kill for this picture," he teases.
She doesn't have time to respond, because someone behind them nudges Michael, "So who're you?"
They both turn, and Katee grins, "Starbuck and Anders." She twists her arm to show off the tattoo, then shrugs, "Of course, he's not tall enough and my hair's wrong." She reaches up to flip her hair over her shoulder, making the flared-out ends bounce more. It's been like that for a while, thanks to Bionic Woman.
"That's nice." The girl sounds unimpressed. "Did you hear Jamie is going to be here?"
"Really?" Crap. She hadn't, but Jamie would recognize them and give the game away.
"Isn't it cool?" The gushes, words spilling out fast as she explains just how awesome and fabulous Jamie is, and has been over the course of the weekend. Which segues into a rant about how hot he and Kara are together that Katee can't quite find a way to interrupt without being rude.
Others join the conversation, interrupting each other. Some of it turns derisive towards Sam, even with someone in his costume right there. It's nothing Katee hasn't heard before, but from the tension in Michael, he hasn't, and Katee drops a hand to tug at his. She opens her mouth to object, or put in a vote on Sam's side when two others jump in, simultaneously defending Sam and mocking Lee for being short.
It's weird to watch the fans complain and argue about her character--or rather, who's sleeping with her character, although at least two of the people are also slagging off on Dee and Kandyse. Katee tightens her lips, but knows saying something might blow her cover.
"Hey--" Another girl joins the group, not seeming to notice the tension. She smiles at Katee and Michael, "Can I get your picture? That's an awesome set of costumes, and I love the detail with the tattoos."
The tension breaks, and the others shut up. A few more cameras come out as Katee and Michael maneuver, poking and shoving at each other like teenagers on a soda binge. She grabs his belt loop and holds him against her for long enough that they're still, smiling over at the others, showing off the tattoos and looking good, if she does say so herself.
Flashes go off, blinding them, and then Michael says, "Got an idea."
"Wha--" Katee squeaks as he grabs her, dipping her backwards before she has a chance to ask what he's up to.
"Hi," he murmurs, grinning down at her.
Glaring, Katee hooks her hand behind his neck and tugs him down, figuring they might as well really put on a show.
"Whoot!" One of the girls says, and more flashes go off. If this ends up in the tabloids, Katee is so kicking his ass, even if this was her idea.
"Hey, I think we're moving," someone says.
Michael rights Katee, and they both turn the wrong direction, then laugh and face the correct way as the line is, indeed, moving forward, letting them all into the room that was designated Party Central. Her head is spinning a little, because Michael's mouth is just that distracting.
The guy at the door doesn't look at all interested in being there, waving them through without even bothering to look at their passes.
Katee sashays in, eyeing the crowd, and swears under her breath as the third person she sees is Aaron. What the hell? Was he even supposed to be here?
Unfortunately, he spots them before Katee can try shoving Michael towards the other side of the room and heads for them. Fate being what it is, of course they run into one of the people who can nail them for being who they really are. Hoping he'll play along, Katee shouts, "Chief!" like she can't tell him apart from his character.
The smirk stretching his lips says he's totally not buying it, but he's enjoying the torture he's about to inflict upon them. "Heya, kiddies."
So Katee throws caution to the wind and sticks her tongue out at him.
Aaron coughs and starts to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I--"
"Chief!" she interrupts him, because Michael is laughing again, like he doesn't care if they're caught (and, well, she doesn't exactly, either, except she does, kinda). "You're drunk. Shut up."
Aaron chuckles, "Not enough to mistake you for famous people, obviously," like he's gonna keep it a secret, but make them pay, bigtime. His eyes go to someone behind them and he calls, "Hey, Jamie! Got some kids you've got to meet, man."
"I'm tired," Jamie says, and he sounds it, "Calling it a night, Aaron."
"No, really, man. They've got awesome costumes," Aaron gestures at them.
Jamie gives a sigh, like he really wishes he'd made it out the door before Aaron caught him. And Katee bites her lip to keep from laughing. "I apologize for Aaron, he's an ass, sometimes," Jamie says before he actually sees them.
His double-take is classic, and Katee dissolves into giggles, letting Michael support her when she leans back against him.
"This is Kara and Sam," Aaron introduces them, his voice smug. "Kids, this is Jamie Bamber, he plays Apollo."
"Oh, really." His eyebrows practically in his hairline, Jamie gives Katee a look that says he is totally making her pay him back for this, later. She adds him to the tally on Aaron's sheet, and nods. "It's nice to meet you."
There's a round of hand-shaking, which causes Michael to lean over her to shake with Jamie, and Katee is pressed up against his chest again.
Not that she minds.
Sometimes, Katee thinks about what it would be like if Michael weren't Sam and she weren't Kara. If they were themselves, would that hot friction that starts up between them at just the slightest touch burn up her skin? She figures it would, and she's left wondering if she's way too fixated on the idea. Between takes, though, it's sometimes the only thing that keeps her on her feet and laughing when she's bored as hell.
Jamie wishes them a sweet good night, and some chick dressed as Starbuck (she doesn't look right, but Katee thinks it's awesome that someone dresses like her) steals Aaron, leaving her and Trucco standing against a wall.
They get pulled into the crowd, then, talking and listening to theories from the people around them. Katee starts making shit up about the fourth season, knowing it'll probably be on the internet later that night. Michael, after one or two surprised looks, gets in on the game, entertaining people with the story of Kara and Sam's Adventures After Crossroads.
Never far from Michael, Katee glances back at him at one point, to see him describing a viper in flight, and wonders if he's giving anything away. Of course, he's been pretty good at dodging leading questions, so maybe she has nothing to worry about. The girl talking to her says something about Cally, and Katee turns back to suggest that Cally is the Final Cylon.
More time passes, the energy of the crowd leaches into her, and Katee feels like dancing, having sex, going on a crime spree and drinking herself unconscious all at once.
When Michael catches her arm to get her attention, she jumps at the electric-shock that hits her.
"Hey," he says, bending and murmuring in her ear, "You about ready to go back?"
"You gettin' tired?" she mocks him, "'Cause I'm not. I could stay up all night." She bounces, almost dancing to the music playing in the background.
"Not tired." The reassurance is coupled with his hands sliding down her arms and catching her hands, tugging. "Very not tired." His mouth brushes her ear, and he whispers exactly why he isn't tired and what he wouldn't mind doing at this very moment to her.
The energy burns along her skin, and Katee suddenly can't breathe. She sucks in air, eyes half-closing, going completely still, "Michael?"
"Mhmm?"
Stubble scrapes against her neck and she bites back a sound, then says, voice breathless, "We have planes to catch in the morning. Let's call it a night."
They thank a few people on their way out, Michael with his hand on her back. Katee doesn't mind that he's sort of claiming her, because her fingers are wrapped around his belt loop, tugging him behind her in a way that makes at least two people giggle, and a third one eye them and mutter something about getting a room.
"We are!" Katee calls brightly.
Getting back up out of the bowels of the hotel takes too much time and then stepping out into the hot humidity of the Atlanta night is a slap in the face, but Katee just lets it wash over her.
Michael grabs her hand before she follows the crowd the wrong way. She lets him tug her down the street, suddenly considering the intelligence of taking the sidewalk rather than the confusing series of interconnected mazes that link the hotels and are currently clogged with thousands of con-goers. The cars going by occasionally honk as they make their way back to the hotel they'd booked into when Katee first came up with her brilliant idea.
They burst through the lobby, giggling over some stupid thing she knows she won't remember later. The elevator takes almost too long to get there, and it's the same one they rode down in (Katee seriously wonders if any of the others even work), once inside, Michael presses her up against the wall and kisses her.
Since that's exactly what she's been waiting for him to do, Katee grabs his ass, pulling him closer and stretching up on her toes, so his neck doesn't get strained.
Making out like teenagers should be wrong, especially in an elevator, and Katee starts laughing again when the doors open on a very surprised-looking couple. She shoves at Trucco, and they tumble out of the elevator, leaving it behind as she walks too fast for her feet.
He catches her when they go around the corner, spinning her into the wall and kissing the back of her neck while he presses up against her back.
Pushing away from the wall, Katee can definitely tell that he's feeling the energy as much as she is. "Mike," she teases, "Mike, you are so so so my bitch." She rubs her hand over the front of his pants and looks up in time to see his eyes go dark.
"I'd run, little girl," he warns.
Katee opens her mouth to ask why, then decides not to bother and spins, taking off as soon as she's facing down the corridor. He can catch her, easily, but he doesn't, until they've rounded the corner and are in front of their room. Katee scrabbles the key out of her pocket and gets it into the lock, shoving the door open before he grabs her again.
"Not fast enough."
"Michael--" she shrieks a little when he turns and walks her into the railing. It's chest-high, but there's still four floors between where they are and the ground.
"Shhh."
"I--" She breaks off, since his hands are tugging her shirt up. Biting her lip, she tries not to squeak when his hand skims up to cup her breast. "Michael."
"Yeah?"
She squirms, loving the feel of the air and the open, but also knowing that getting arrested for public indecency in Atlanta, during a convention, would be really bad. Well, probably really bad, she's sure there would be some people who'd love the whole thing. "Bedroom," she orders in her best Starbuck-in-Charge voice. It's kinda the same one Sarah Corvus uses when she's talking to Jaime's keepers.
A chuckle escapes him and he steps back. Katee turns and grabs his hand, pulling him after her through the half-open door. She grabs the key and the do not disturb sign, tosses the key at the desk and sticks the sign on the handle before shoving the door closed. It takes extra oomph, and then she's trapped against the door, Michael hot and eager against her back.
Katee spares one thought for what fucking in full view of downtown Atlanta would have been like, and then turns to kiss him.
-f-
At least I finished something. Sigh.
Disclaimer: So very not mine.
Length: 2900+ Rating: PG13, language, adult situations, mentions of sex.
Genre: Real People Fic.
Pairing: Katee Sackhoff/Michael Trucco
Notes: Not surprisingly, this was written at Dragon*Con, though I'm not sure where. It was in my notebook o' doom, unfinished. For the record, I tried hard not to be offensive to anyone, but there's still obvious personal leanings in here. My apologies. Um. This might contain spoilers for BSG season four? (title can be blamed on the Scissor Sisters)
Summary: Katee has a great idea for going to Dragon*Con, and drags Trucco along with her.
Tits on the Radio
by ALC Punk!
"This was a stupid idea," Katee hisses to Michael as she pushes through the crowd. Really, with his height, he should be the one in front. But she knows where they're going (sorta), and how to get there (hopefully).
"You suggested it," he hisses back as they stop on the curb with everyone else to wait for the cop's whistle.
The crowd is restless and packed tight, putting him right against her back. Katee doesn't mind, though. Even in the heat, having Michael right up against her is good. The crowd is huge, bigger than Tahmoh'd warned her earlier in the year when she'd been contemplating going. "You could have said no," she points out, staring across the cars whizzing by at the steps that lead upwards. She hopes she's gotten the directions right--the hotel behind them was confusing enough.
"Nice costumes," a girl in the crowd nearby calls.
Katee waves a hand, "Thanks!"
The girl starts to say something else, but her friend grabs her arm, babbling about something that Katee can't hear.
Not that it matters. The compliment is nice, though. She has to admit they don't look half-bad in their get-ups. The tanks were swiped from the production ages ago (every member of the cast has walked off with a set, because the things are damn comfortable for puttering around in), but the pants aren't quite right. Michael'd had something in his closets, but Katee'd had to search around, and the green wasn't the right shade.
But the tattoos look good and Katee isn't sure she wants to know how Michael knows someone who can do body paint on short notice in Atlanta. They don't look as good as they do on the show, but then, they don't have to look quite so real.
The cop moves out into traffic, blowing his whistle and halting the cars. Even before he motions, the crowd starts up and surges forward. Katee's glad Michael's there when someone hurrying by nearly knocks her off her feet when they're halfway across the street.
His hands pull her back against him, and he shouts over the noise of people, whistle and cars, "You ok?"
"Fine," she calls back.
They move again, before the crowd can shove them into motion on its own.
The sidewalk is packed with people trying to go up the stairs and being directed to the right. There's a door into a dark interior and two security people shouting at everyone to have their badges out. Katee waves hers under one of their noses and then steps inside. The noise-level and heat drop slightly, and she's grateful for that as she heads down the ramp. Near the bottom, the heat actually increases, due to the lack of air movement.
"Coming through!" Shouts someone from behind them, and Michael's hands pull her to the side as a second shout is followed by three people jogging down the ramp, looking like they have somewhere to be and don't care who they run over.
Katee sticks her tongue out at them as they pass.
The crowd gets them moving again, but Michael's hands stay on her waist a fraction longer than they need to.
Another doorway, and they're back inside a section of the hotel that actually contains effective air conditioning. Katee sucks in a breath, lets it out, and grins as she gets her bearings. "Almost there," she tosses over her shoulder.
Michael's head is down, like he's watching his feet, but that's not where his eyes are pointing. He grunts an acknowledgment and she flushes, but tosses an extra wiggle into her walk.
Two turns later, and Katee's feeling less sanguine about her tactical skills. This hotel is a fucking maze, and she'd consign it into oblivion, if she could just find her way back out. Giving up at getting them there without help, she taps the next person she sees on the shoulder, asking the way to the Galactica party.
The kid shrugs, staring at them. "The general SF room is that way, I think. Don't you have a program?"
"Left it behind," she explains cheerfully, while Michael snickers. She had a program, but it got left behind earlier in the day. Possibly while they were getting their tattoos painted on.
Another shrug and the kid is gone, leaving them to make their way.
It's not hard to miss it, there's a line forming outside the room already. Katee skids to a stop at the back and grins, rubbing her hands in anticipation. The girl in front of them casts them a disinterested glance, then turns back to her friends.
Michael takes advantage of the people piling in behind them, chattering, to wrap his arms around her from behind. Katee tucks herself back against his chest and tilts her head up to look at him.
"Bet there are people who'd kill for this picture," he teases.
She doesn't have time to respond, because someone behind them nudges Michael, "So who're you?"
They both turn, and Katee grins, "Starbuck and Anders." She twists her arm to show off the tattoo, then shrugs, "Of course, he's not tall enough and my hair's wrong." She reaches up to flip her hair over her shoulder, making the flared-out ends bounce more. It's been like that for a while, thanks to Bionic Woman.
"That's nice." The girl sounds unimpressed. "Did you hear Jamie is going to be here?"
"Really?" Crap. She hadn't, but Jamie would recognize them and give the game away.
"Isn't it cool?" The gushes, words spilling out fast as she explains just how awesome and fabulous Jamie is, and has been over the course of the weekend. Which segues into a rant about how hot he and Kara are together that Katee can't quite find a way to interrupt without being rude.
Others join the conversation, interrupting each other. Some of it turns derisive towards Sam, even with someone in his costume right there. It's nothing Katee hasn't heard before, but from the tension in Michael, he hasn't, and Katee drops a hand to tug at his. She opens her mouth to object, or put in a vote on Sam's side when two others jump in, simultaneously defending Sam and mocking Lee for being short.
It's weird to watch the fans complain and argue about her character--or rather, who's sleeping with her character, although at least two of the people are also slagging off on Dee and Kandyse. Katee tightens her lips, but knows saying something might blow her cover.
"Hey--" Another girl joins the group, not seeming to notice the tension. She smiles at Katee and Michael, "Can I get your picture? That's an awesome set of costumes, and I love the detail with the tattoos."
The tension breaks, and the others shut up. A few more cameras come out as Katee and Michael maneuver, poking and shoving at each other like teenagers on a soda binge. She grabs his belt loop and holds him against her for long enough that they're still, smiling over at the others, showing off the tattoos and looking good, if she does say so herself.
Flashes go off, blinding them, and then Michael says, "Got an idea."
"Wha--" Katee squeaks as he grabs her, dipping her backwards before she has a chance to ask what he's up to.
"Hi," he murmurs, grinning down at her.
Glaring, Katee hooks her hand behind his neck and tugs him down, figuring they might as well really put on a show.
"Whoot!" One of the girls says, and more flashes go off. If this ends up in the tabloids, Katee is so kicking his ass, even if this was her idea.
"Hey, I think we're moving," someone says.
Michael rights Katee, and they both turn the wrong direction, then laugh and face the correct way as the line is, indeed, moving forward, letting them all into the room that was designated Party Central. Her head is spinning a little, because Michael's mouth is just that distracting.
The guy at the door doesn't look at all interested in being there, waving them through without even bothering to look at their passes.
Katee sashays in, eyeing the crowd, and swears under her breath as the third person she sees is Aaron. What the hell? Was he even supposed to be here?
Unfortunately, he spots them before Katee can try shoving Michael towards the other side of the room and heads for them. Fate being what it is, of course they run into one of the people who can nail them for being who they really are. Hoping he'll play along, Katee shouts, "Chief!" like she can't tell him apart from his character.
The smirk stretching his lips says he's totally not buying it, but he's enjoying the torture he's about to inflict upon them. "Heya, kiddies."
So Katee throws caution to the wind and sticks her tongue out at him.
Aaron coughs and starts to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I--"
"Chief!" she interrupts him, because Michael is laughing again, like he doesn't care if they're caught (and, well, she doesn't exactly, either, except she does, kinda). "You're drunk. Shut up."
Aaron chuckles, "Not enough to mistake you for famous people, obviously," like he's gonna keep it a secret, but make them pay, bigtime. His eyes go to someone behind them and he calls, "Hey, Jamie! Got some kids you've got to meet, man."
"I'm tired," Jamie says, and he sounds it, "Calling it a night, Aaron."
"No, really, man. They've got awesome costumes," Aaron gestures at them.
Jamie gives a sigh, like he really wishes he'd made it out the door before Aaron caught him. And Katee bites her lip to keep from laughing. "I apologize for Aaron, he's an ass, sometimes," Jamie says before he actually sees them.
His double-take is classic, and Katee dissolves into giggles, letting Michael support her when she leans back against him.
"This is Kara and Sam," Aaron introduces them, his voice smug. "Kids, this is Jamie Bamber, he plays Apollo."
"Oh, really." His eyebrows practically in his hairline, Jamie gives Katee a look that says he is totally making her pay him back for this, later. She adds him to the tally on Aaron's sheet, and nods. "It's nice to meet you."
There's a round of hand-shaking, which causes Michael to lean over her to shake with Jamie, and Katee is pressed up against his chest again.
Not that she minds.
Sometimes, Katee thinks about what it would be like if Michael weren't Sam and she weren't Kara. If they were themselves, would that hot friction that starts up between them at just the slightest touch burn up her skin? She figures it would, and she's left wondering if she's way too fixated on the idea. Between takes, though, it's sometimes the only thing that keeps her on her feet and laughing when she's bored as hell.
Jamie wishes them a sweet good night, and some chick dressed as Starbuck (she doesn't look right, but Katee thinks it's awesome that someone dresses like her) steals Aaron, leaving her and Trucco standing against a wall.
They get pulled into the crowd, then, talking and listening to theories from the people around them. Katee starts making shit up about the fourth season, knowing it'll probably be on the internet later that night. Michael, after one or two surprised looks, gets in on the game, entertaining people with the story of Kara and Sam's Adventures After Crossroads.
Never far from Michael, Katee glances back at him at one point, to see him describing a viper in flight, and wonders if he's giving anything away. Of course, he's been pretty good at dodging leading questions, so maybe she has nothing to worry about. The girl talking to her says something about Cally, and Katee turns back to suggest that Cally is the Final Cylon.
More time passes, the energy of the crowd leaches into her, and Katee feels like dancing, having sex, going on a crime spree and drinking herself unconscious all at once.
When Michael catches her arm to get her attention, she jumps at the electric-shock that hits her.
"Hey," he says, bending and murmuring in her ear, "You about ready to go back?"
"You gettin' tired?" she mocks him, "'Cause I'm not. I could stay up all night." She bounces, almost dancing to the music playing in the background.
"Not tired." The reassurance is coupled with his hands sliding down her arms and catching her hands, tugging. "Very not tired." His mouth brushes her ear, and he whispers exactly why he isn't tired and what he wouldn't mind doing at this very moment to her.
The energy burns along her skin, and Katee suddenly can't breathe. She sucks in air, eyes half-closing, going completely still, "Michael?"
"Mhmm?"
Stubble scrapes against her neck and she bites back a sound, then says, voice breathless, "We have planes to catch in the morning. Let's call it a night."
They thank a few people on their way out, Michael with his hand on her back. Katee doesn't mind that he's sort of claiming her, because her fingers are wrapped around his belt loop, tugging him behind her in a way that makes at least two people giggle, and a third one eye them and mutter something about getting a room.
"We are!" Katee calls brightly.
Getting back up out of the bowels of the hotel takes too much time and then stepping out into the hot humidity of the Atlanta night is a slap in the face, but Katee just lets it wash over her.
Michael grabs her hand before she follows the crowd the wrong way. She lets him tug her down the street, suddenly considering the intelligence of taking the sidewalk rather than the confusing series of interconnected mazes that link the hotels and are currently clogged with thousands of con-goers. The cars going by occasionally honk as they make their way back to the hotel they'd booked into when Katee first came up with her brilliant idea.
They burst through the lobby, giggling over some stupid thing she knows she won't remember later. The elevator takes almost too long to get there, and it's the same one they rode down in (Katee seriously wonders if any of the others even work), once inside, Michael presses her up against the wall and kisses her.
Since that's exactly what she's been waiting for him to do, Katee grabs his ass, pulling him closer and stretching up on her toes, so his neck doesn't get strained.
Making out like teenagers should be wrong, especially in an elevator, and Katee starts laughing again when the doors open on a very surprised-looking couple. She shoves at Trucco, and they tumble out of the elevator, leaving it behind as she walks too fast for her feet.
He catches her when they go around the corner, spinning her into the wall and kissing the back of her neck while he presses up against her back.
Pushing away from the wall, Katee can definitely tell that he's feeling the energy as much as she is. "Mike," she teases, "Mike, you are so so so my bitch." She rubs her hand over the front of his pants and looks up in time to see his eyes go dark.
"I'd run, little girl," he warns.
Katee opens her mouth to ask why, then decides not to bother and spins, taking off as soon as she's facing down the corridor. He can catch her, easily, but he doesn't, until they've rounded the corner and are in front of their room. Katee scrabbles the key out of her pocket and gets it into the lock, shoving the door open before he grabs her again.
"Not fast enough."
"Michael--" she shrieks a little when he turns and walks her into the railing. It's chest-high, but there's still four floors between where they are and the ground.
"Shhh."
"I--" She breaks off, since his hands are tugging her shirt up. Biting her lip, she tries not to squeak when his hand skims up to cup her breast. "Michael."
"Yeah?"
She squirms, loving the feel of the air and the open, but also knowing that getting arrested for public indecency in Atlanta, during a convention, would be really bad. Well, probably really bad, she's sure there would be some people who'd love the whole thing. "Bedroom," she orders in her best Starbuck-in-Charge voice. It's kinda the same one Sarah Corvus uses when she's talking to Jaime's keepers.
A chuckle escapes him and he steps back. Katee turns and grabs his hand, pulling him after her through the half-open door. She grabs the key and the do not disturb sign, tosses the key at the desk and sticks the sign on the handle before shoving the door closed. It takes extra oomph, and then she's trapped against the door, Michael hot and eager against her back.
Katee spares one thought for what fucking in full view of downtown Atlanta would have been like, and then turns to kiss him.
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Hah! I had to have Aaron and Jamie, if only to tease them with exposure. *g*
And, honestly, I can see someone pulling this off--most people aren't going to really notice the face as much as they'll notice the costume. Especially if not everything's perfect.
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This is very Real RPF!
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But I've been to parties like that.
Thank you. *g*
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Now, if this would just really happen (the sneaking in bit, not the sex), or, y'know, they'd do a con together. sigh.
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ohpleaseohpleaseohpleease! I'd be thrilled to see either one of them, even. Man, I can't believe I missed the first three years of con-going.
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But hot, so HOT. The whole time I was reading (peeking between my fingers), I was thinking this fic smelled like sweat (the good kind).
I've never been to a con, but is it really to the point where people won't recognize them if they have bad costumes?
But the tattoos look good and Katee isn't sure she wants to know how Michael knows someone who can do body paint on short notice in Atlanta
Little Five Points! :D
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I've never been to a con, but is it really to the point where people won't recognize them if they have bad costumes?
Honestly? Maybe. A lot of costumers, I wouldn't recognize their faces to save my life, but their costumes? I remember those. And DC is packed with people, you don't get to stare at people a lot. Of course, the line section doesn't exactly work that way.
But, it's possible, especially if people aren't going to be paying attention.
Little Five Points! Indeed! I should totally write the prequel, or maybe the sequel, or-- sigh.
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Awh... surely they went out for Chinese after? ???
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But totally ordered in.