fic: newBSG, Riding the Tide, R

Disclaimer: Not mine.
Length: 1,000. Rating: R, sex, language
Pairings: Kara Thrace/Sam Anders, Kara Thrace/Leoben (referenced).
Set: between Rapture and Taking a Break... somewhere.
Notes: I was going to spam you with the Pet Shop Boys, but I wrote this instead and LJ was down. (NEVER LEAVE ME LJ). Title is... ganked from Depeche Mode's Clean, sorta.

Riding the Tide
by ALC Punk!
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The Video Era: The Pet Shop Boys

I think I have said, on more than one occasion, that I rather adore the Pet Shop Boys. And I do. I might even go so far as to say that I might have Neil Tennant's babies if either of us were ever inclined--if only so that genius lives on.

The other day, I was joking about who would win in an Arte Vid contest, The Cardigans vs. 30 Seconds to Mars, and I came to the conclusion they'd tie. However, the Pet Shop Boys would beat them both bloody to take the title.

Their newest vid 'I'm With Stupid' is just beautiful.
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Music! If I cry me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

So, I've been trying to listen to things at work to keep myself sane, and I stumbled across the copy of Sarah McLachlan's Solace that A.j. burned for us (yays). And, and, there's a version of 'Black' on it. That I want to buy a couple scotches and then drag to a themed hotel room and have my way with.

(this track should also be used for belly dance)

Black the album version.

I mean, I love the version off the X-Files soundtrack, but it's all ethereal and misty dreams of distant plains. This version, otoh, is blood and sex and fingers walking up your spine.