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"Except I can do it."

"I don't care. Maybe that's the way things work on planet Starbuck, but the rest of the universe doesn't see it that way. It's too risky."

"For a lousy pilot."

"For any pilot that values his safety and his ass."

"Frak Safety, it loses them, doesn't it?"

"Sure, at the cost of your equilibrium and you position of reference. You might be able to do it, but anyone with an ounce of self-preservation shouldn't even try it."

The sounds of Apollo and Starbuck's good-natured arguing float down the stairs before they're seen clattering down to find some dinner. Two muns, two pups, tag one or both.

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You don't have to buy me clothes, Lee. You don't have to buy me anything.

"Maybe I want to."

Maybe he'll buy her a ring. Who knows if he'll ever actually give it to her though.

Well, Lords know Adamas do what they want when they want to.

*Zak had given her a ring and insisted that she wear it, whether or not she said yes. And she had worn it and eventually she had said yes*

He's terrified that she'd say no, which means he'll probably wait until it's too late to ask her. But for now he smiles.

"Most people do what they want, when they want. It just varies how successful they are at it."

Right.

*There isn't a time that would be too late. Unless...she knows that when they go back she'll lose him and if she, or gods forbid he, dies, then it'd be too late*

"Hey..."

He reaches across the table to squeeze her hand.

"Smile, it's a good day."

*She does smile, she can't help it*

Yeah, it is.

*She eats more jambalaya and contemplates sneaking a couple bites of the cake before she's done with the meal. It's not dessert after all...*

He grins back between bites. He still can't believe how lucky he is sometimes.

*She's starting to sink into depression, but she's trying hard to keep out of it. If this wasn't so finite...But she keeps smiling and uses her spoon to try the cake. And groans orgasmically over it*

His face turns an interesting shade when she makes that noise.

"I think I'm getting jealous of the cake. Enough of that and you won't have any need for me."

So true...Lords...

*She offers him a spoonful*

He takes a bite an rolls it around on hid tongue.

"Mmm... It's... alright."

He can still think of one or two things he likes better though.

You have no tastebuds. Obviously. This is...better than sex.

*She says it just to get a rise out of him. She hasn't met a food that's actually better than sex*

"Clearly."

His voice is dry, hiding the disappointment.

"You can have mine then too."

Suddenly he's not so hungry.

Lee...Damnit, Lee, I can't even tease you anymore?

"Was that teasing?"

He frowns a little. Men are apparently touchy when you question their sexual performance.

*She rolls her eyes*

Yes.

*She dredges up what Mike said a week ago*

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries?

He snorts quietly.

"Okay, fine. Sorry."

He looks up at her uncertainly.

"Do you really think it's better than sex?"

*She rolls her eyes*

I haven't found anything that's better than good sex. Bad sex...yeah, it's better than bad sex.

He raises an eyebrow questioningly. He's a guy, he's got an ego.

How many times do I have to tell you that you're amazing in bed, Lee? Do I need to put up a sign over the bar? Tattoo that on my ass?

*She's not upset, she's amused*

He grins, suddenly bright.

"That'd be a good tattoo."

What? 'Lee Adama was here'?

"I was thinking more of 'Lee Adama is a fantastic lay, here's the proof'."

Right. I'll do that. Right around the time Doc Cottle flies weekly CAPs.