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rpf ficlet, random Katee being giggly, with vaguely shippy undertones
I needed fluff. Katee/Trucco, Grace/Tahmoh, Katee/Grace, Katee/Tahmoh, etc.
Katee kisses Tahmoh, because that's the sort of thing you do at a wrap party. Not that this is a wrap party, because Battlestar still has two episodes to film. But this is an end of the week of shooting party, and they're all a little high on the scripts that just came out and the two rounds Eddie bought them at dinner.
Laughing, Tahmoh shoves her away, so she kisses Grace, because Grace is on his left, and Katee's arm wraps around her shoulders an instant later, pulling her a little away from Tahmoh. The two are always hovering which Katee blames on the Agathons. Grace laughs into her mouth, slipping Katee a bit of tongue before she pulls back, reinstating herself against Tahmoh's side.
"Go find Trucco," Grace suggests, turning her and shoving at the small of her back.
Katee trips over her own feet two steps later, and then she doesn't have to find Michael, because he found her, his voice velvety and amused as he stands her back upright, hands still wrapped around her arms.
"You good?"
"Oh, yeah--" she pushes up, one hand snagging the collar of his leather jacket. Her nose bumps his chin before he seems to get the idea.
He's laughing as he kisses her back (something Tahmoh was lax at), one of his hands settling at her waist.
"'s this 'cause you're happy the day is over?" he asks when they stop kissing and she leans into him, content to just stay right there for a while. He's big and warm and smells like leather and sweat.
Katee's always been fond of leather and sweat. "Something like that," she says before she giggles and tilts her head up to kiss his throat.
"Should I pass you onto Leah and James?" he teases, walking her backwards towards some destination she doesn't really care about.
"Nah. Leah disappeared with that production assistant of hers and James's ego doesn't need more stoking." She feels wood at her back and cranes her head, realizing he's backed her into the bar. "Oh, good. I needed another drink."
"I think you've had enough," Michael objects, but he leans over her and waves a hand at the bartender anyway.
Katee grins and shifts around to tuck herself against his side. This way, she won't fall over. It has the added benefit of keeping her from freezing her ass off. One day, she'd inform the Canadians that cold belonged in winter, not inside bars in the middle of summer.
-f-
Katee kisses Tahmoh, because that's the sort of thing you do at a wrap party. Not that this is a wrap party, because Battlestar still has two episodes to film. But this is an end of the week of shooting party, and they're all a little high on the scripts that just came out and the two rounds Eddie bought them at dinner.
Laughing, Tahmoh shoves her away, so she kisses Grace, because Grace is on his left, and Katee's arm wraps around her shoulders an instant later, pulling her a little away from Tahmoh. The two are always hovering which Katee blames on the Agathons. Grace laughs into her mouth, slipping Katee a bit of tongue before she pulls back, reinstating herself against Tahmoh's side.
"Go find Trucco," Grace suggests, turning her and shoving at the small of her back.
Katee trips over her own feet two steps later, and then she doesn't have to find Michael, because he found her, his voice velvety and amused as he stands her back upright, hands still wrapped around her arms.
"You good?"
"Oh, yeah--" she pushes up, one hand snagging the collar of his leather jacket. Her nose bumps his chin before he seems to get the idea.
He's laughing as he kisses her back (something Tahmoh was lax at), one of his hands settling at her waist.
"'s this 'cause you're happy the day is over?" he asks when they stop kissing and she leans into him, content to just stay right there for a while. He's big and warm and smells like leather and sweat.
Katee's always been fond of leather and sweat. "Something like that," she says before she giggles and tilts her head up to kiss his throat.
"Should I pass you onto Leah and James?" he teases, walking her backwards towards some destination she doesn't really care about.
"Nah. Leah disappeared with that production assistant of hers and James's ego doesn't need more stoking." She feels wood at her back and cranes her head, realizing he's backed her into the bar. "Oh, good. I needed another drink."
"I think you've had enough," Michael objects, but he leans over her and waves a hand at the bartender anyway.
Katee grins and shifts around to tuck herself against his side. This way, she won't fall over. It has the added benefit of keeping her from freezing her ass off. One day, she'd inform the Canadians that cold belonged in winter, not inside bars in the middle of summer.
-f-
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She feels wood at her back and cranes her head
And I'm starting to feel less and less guilty everytime I read an RPF. Oh Noez! I'm corrupted.
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But they serve nice cheesy biscuits.