milliways_bar | (no subject)

Don't worry about me. When I go, it's my time and worrying about it won't change that. Meantime, I'm here, and I'm in your bed every night.

"I worry about everyone when they're out there and I can't cover your asses."

He leans forward to brush his lips across hers.

"It's not too far of a stretch to worry about you too."

*She shrugs*

If you worry about me, will you feed me too?

"That's why we're here, isn't it? What are you feeling for?"

He leans back, hooking a finger in one of her beltloops casually.

Hmmm...Pasta...Chocolate...and Lee for dessert.

*She leans in to nip his lower lip*

"Pasta and chocolate? Interesting choice."

He grins , kissing her back and turns to order pasta with chocolate sauce for her, and maybe some more traditional tomato for him.

*She thwaps him on the arm*

Not together, asshole.

He laughs, rubbing his arm.

"Okay, okay. Bar, can we please have some sort of unidentified pasta, and something equally unspecified chocolate for that which is not dessert?"

Dessert comes after the rest of the meal. Bar, something fun and chocolate. And two pints of Guinness.

*They end up with pasta jambalaya and individual chocolate praline volcano cakes. And the Guinness comes as...watermelon daquiris?*

"That's not Guinness."

It's a good thing Lee doesn't have his mun's aversion to melon.

"The rest of it looks good though."

Looks fruity. Very Ellen Tigh. But it's probably alcoholic...

Lee sniffs it.

"If it's alcoholic, it's very Ellen Tigh, she doesn't much care about anything else."

He takes a sip.

"I don't know how it'll go with dinner, but it's not too bad."

*She tries it*

I don't know if I can drink this in pants. Pretty sure it would have to be in some flippy little skirt.

He grins. Kind of a lot.

"I'll wait if you want to change."

*She shrugs*

Guess I could...There's a couple skirts in the closet I haven't worn...

*She winks and races up the stairs*

He hadn't really expected her to actually do it. He blinks after her for a minute before shaking his head and moving their dinner over to a table nearby.

And waits.

*She comes back down a few minutes later in an off the shoulder black top and a short forest green velvet skirt. And four inch heeled black ankle boots. And glittering earrings. She in fact, looks surprisingly like a girl*

Lee's jaw literally drops the second he sees her, and he stands almost unconsciously as she approaches.

"Gods Kara, you're... um..."

*She spins easily, rolling her eyes*

Like it?

"You wonder why I keep calling you beautiful."

He grins crookedly and steps back, pulling out the chair for her.

*She sits down and grins up at him*

I know why you call me beautiful. Because you're crazy.

*She crosses her legs and the skirt rides up a little further. She knows how to be a typical girl, she just doesn't use those skills very often*

"Yeah, maybe, but that doesn't make it less true..

He's going to have trouble keeping his hands off all that skin. Skirts are easy access, after all.

Sit down, Lee. If we're going to have dinner, you should do something other than hovering, staring at my legs.

"You've got good legs. Hard not to stare."

He sits down though, grinning like he just won the lottery.

*She grins back at him. She likes knocking him on his ass occasionally*

You realize you're going to have to dance with me later. So I can make up for the last time.