Pocket Review: ICED By Rabid1st

By Rabid1st

BSG - K/L

RATING: NC-17, baby!

WARNING: NOT WORK SAFE! NOT EVEN CLOSE TO WORK SAFE! Unless you are my beta girl, Queenie, or you work at Hooters.

BETA BABES: Dualbunny, Birthsister and Winter_Queen82

SPOILERS: I don't think this fic has spoilers. But there is speculation of the coupling kind based on S2: Flight of the Phoenix.

TECHNICAL RESOURCES: Wikepedia: hypothalamus and Hypothermia.org

SUMMARY: This is a 'nugget slang' fic and a sequel to Shoot Your Shade. Which was a sequel to Burn the Pipe. Lee shot his shade (overreacted) last time out when he learned about Anders and dumped Kara cold. Now the path to togetherness is about to be iced.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters. They belong to the SciFi Channel, R&D and Ron Moore…whose e-mail address I don't know. So, I can't really ask him for permission or anything. But I'm not making any money or perks off of these characters…so please don't sue me.

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Pocket Review: This is a steamy, sexy story that twists and turns along the plotline like a snake twisting around a tree. It keeps you interested, motivated to read more, and of course, the intimacy is all there and more. Some of it is left to your imagination, just enough to keep it very, very interesting. Taut is a good word to describe this plot. With interactions like my sample below, this is a good read in any universe.

"What am I supposed to think, Kara?" Lee said. He pointed a stiff finger toward the nearest starry porthole. "You go back to Caprica to retrieve an arrow that could save us all and end up frakking one of the few people left breathing, right?"

Gods help her; he really couldn't see her at all. Mortifying hurt and anger stole her breath and her free hand went to her throat. She blinked hard, presenting a buffering shoulder to Lee as she fought back tears. It was a brief, if brutal, fight.

With interactions like my sample above, this is a good read in any universe.

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Helo felt responsible for the breakup.

Helo felt responsible for the breakup. Or whatever the hell Kara and Lee were calling the barbed wire fences between them. Even after Kara told him to stop being such an ass, he continued blaming himself. The fifty-third time Helo blamed himself Kara smacked the side of his head.

This led to an exchange of slapstick pokes. Playful pushing escalated into wrestling. The scuffle became a tag-and-tickle game and roamed across the hanger bay, ending only when a jostled Chief Tyrol told the roughhousing pair to do everyone a favor and get a room. After freeing an arm to salute, Helo turned a diabolic grin on a protesting, but still smiling, Kara. She was backing away, both arms up in mock surrender, when Helo dipped his shoulder into her midsection and hoisted her from her feet. Balancing her in a fireman's carry, he tackled the ladder to the barracks passageway. At one point in the ascent, the almighty Starbuck squealed.

Lee's trigger finger itched.

He rubbed his hand along his jacket seam and, swallowing hard, tried to focus on Cally. She'd explained his power problem three times but meaning wasn't sinking in. His attention kept wandering, first, to the infuriatingly girlish Starbuck and then, to the bane of his current existence. As he turned away from the Helo spectacle, he'd seen it. It was partially obscured by a tool chest on the far side of the hanger. The chest door stood ajar but behind it Kara Thrace sprawled in all her glory. One of the knuckle-draggers had the poster up. Lee longed to rip the offensive thing down but he knew better than to start a scene over a magazine centerfold his own father had called "unexceptional."

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