I'm going to NOT say my first thought, because it involves references from, like, sophomore year of high school.

I have no idea what you mean and I'm ultra-curious now.

Richard/Whatever Sandra Bullock's character's name was.

GO.

Somehow I'm still not getting it. x.x I feel lame.

I'm mostly remembering how you stalked Doug Paetzell because he reminded you of Ryan Gosling's character in Numbers, or whatever movie introduced us to Michael Pitt.

It made a lot more sense in my head.

Hm, I'm not exactly sure how that relates, but yeah, I couldn't forget that. ^^

Hee,hee here I go

1. Five Times Tigh Wanted to Frak Gaeta (and one time he didn't)
2. Adama/Baltar
3.Cain/Gaeta

These are all so, so wrong :P

Oh god oh god.

"A nuclear warhead?" Bill Adama mused. "Well, I could give you that." He ran strong fingers up Gaius's neck, over his adam's apple and underneath his chin, and then grabbed his face hard, forcing the doctor to meet his eyes. "But why should I do that when I don't trust you?"

Gaius's breath caught in his throat and he just stared, wide-eyed. "Commander-"

"Its not that I think you're a cylon, Doctor. I think you're too human."

Gaius caught himself nodding, murmuring, "Yes, Commander, that's it..." as Bill Adama ran his index finger over Gaius's lower lip, forcing it into his mouth. The dominance of the gesture made Gaius flush, and he instinctively wrapped his lips around the intrusion, sucking lightly.

Oh. My. GODS.

There are no words. It's like the cobra/train wreck effect.

Just. Gods.

But I liked it XD

Hehe. I think I've toyed with that idea before and never actually wrote it. Gaius has fantasies that he could bone everyone on the ship (though Felix is a lot more likely to actually be able to.)

Felix could so frak the fleet, he'd give Gaius a run for his money if he wanted too.

I think that's totally true. The only things Gaius has access to that Felix doesn't live on the Base Star.

And even then there's New Caprica.

Gaius fancies himself a playboy but really he just hires a lot of hookers.

Hmmm... my first instinct is to mention some British politicians but you might not know them. So...

Tigh Does a Smoothie a.k.a. Ellen Gets Freaky with Fruit and a Blender

You were supposed to give me options. But I'll think about it.

Oh yeah... heehee

Uhh what i said earlier and

-Gaeta meets papercraft
-Ellen and Romo with erotic MMORPG

Omg. I want that one.

He frowned intensely, the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth. Clearly someone before him had been able to execute this particular maneuver and for a moment he was afraid he didn't quite have the skill. No, that wasn't possible. He was top of his class, almost ace with his flight skills, and yet he just... couldn't... ah, there!

With a deft flick of the knife, Felix snapped the perilously thin paper point to life. Yes! That was what the helmet on the Proto-Cylon Destroyers looked like.

Glowing with pride, Felix settled the helmet down onto the neck of the figure, just to be doubly sure that it fit, before he got the glue.

PANTS!!!! Do try them on, please do. Then we can both gloat about how we've been in our respective character's pants.

Gaeta/Roslin
Hybrid/Baltar (wait, maybe you would write that...)
Hybrid/Gaeta

Oh, I'm totally dressing up in the full outfit. Of course. Why not? I mean if they're mine.

Everyone needs to stop underestimating my intentions to ship Gaius with everything else in the BSG universe. I would totally write that. And I'm about to.

It wasn't true, Gaius thought bitterly. He wasn't 'just yelling' at the Hybrid. He did know how to communicate with it. The problem was, the way he wanted to communicate with it was a bit difficult with Laura Roslin talking to her like that.

What he wanted to do was what he'd done when he'd lived on the Base Star all that time ago. He'd wait for D'Anna to finally break away, to stop listening to her ramblings, and then he'd settle himself down next to the hybrid and just listen to her talk. It was soothing, the way an expensive massage would have been if he hadn't been anxious for the oral sex at the end.

a.) Adama/Roslin fluff
b.) Ellen/Tigh Season 1 het
c.) Billy/Dee fluff

Really, any het fluff >:)

Actually I totally wrote Ellen/Tigh once (in a roleplay, we sort of played het chicken). I have a secret weakness for them.

"Oh, Saul..." Ellen giggled as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, settling his face between her cleavage.

"We just went," he grumbled, playfully pushing her onto her back and then straddling her, teasing a hand up under the hem of her bright pink negligee. "You're insatiable. How old are you?"

"Old enough to know what I want. Com'mere." Ellen tossed her head back into the pillow, her long hair spreading out on it. Saul couldn't help but take advantage of the invitation, kissing a line from her jawbone down to the neckline of the nightie. "Mm, Saul, could you get me a drink?"

"Another one?" Saul rolled his eyes. "At this rate, we're going to run out."

"I know how to get things around this fleet, baby. And besides, you sound like you don't enjoy sharing it."

He grumbled, but he knew she had a good point. Or... more than one, really. He stood to pour some more ambrosia into their glasses. When he looked back at Ellen, she'd spread herself out on the bed like a pinup. He knew he was a very lucky man.

OMG, that was so wrong, it was right. :D I love the opening, how Gaius is thinking, "Oh god, oh god." It's such a great way to throw you into the insanity of the mood.

If only Adama had taken this line with Gaius early on, they all might have avoided so much trouble... ;D