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[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

"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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[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She rolls her eyes*

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

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

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

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

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*

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

He grins, suddenly bright.

"That'd be a good tattoo."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

What? 'Lee Adama was here'?

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

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

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

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

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, it was your idea."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She purses her lips and mock-glares at him and then has another bite of cake and moans again, eyes locked with his the whole time*

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

"Maybe... if I smear it across my chest, and you lick it off as I make love to you."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She considers the idea for a moment, smirking*

Hell to get out of your chest hair though...

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

"I'll shave. It'll be worth it."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

You're that set on getting caramel all over you?

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

"In the name of making you groan like that, yeah, I could stand it. If you moan like that when you eat it, and you sound very similar when I'm frakking you, how much would you groan when you're licking it off me while my cock's vuried deep inside you?"

Very scientific and methodical, you see?

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure moaning is exponential...

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

"You don't know that it's not."

He shrugs.

"Maybe all that'll happen is we'd get sticky. We get that way already."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Besides, I thought you didn't believe that food was sexy.

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

"I'm not doing this for me Kara, I'm doing this for you."

Very professional and self-sacrificing. yes.

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Right. It's just your duty. As my boyfriend.

*She's never had a boyfriend before, not even as a teenager. Kara Thrace took lovers. And Zak was different, but still never her boyfriend*

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

He raises an eyebrow a little at that.

"Boyfriend?"

He smiles though, he like it.

"But yes, as your boyfriend, it is my duty and my pleasure."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

What do you think your title is here?

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

He looks down at his plate, pushing his jambalaya around.

"I don't know. I just figured 'Lee'."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

You're my Lee?

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

"It's true, isn't it?"

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She half-smiles*

Hard to introduce you that way though...Gives the impression that you're my pet or something...